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𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

eddie fights to get his usually shy and moderately intoxicated girlfriend to bed when you insist on clinging to him at every turn. requested here. fem!reader, 2.5k.

cw intoxicated reader

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You're holding onto Eddie's arm tight enough to leave little fingerprint bruises behind. He doesn't think he'd mind, and he doesn't try to slacken your grip as he helps you up the stairs into the trailer. 

"Do we have to be quiet?" you whisper. Or, attempt to whisper. 

"Nah, Wayne's working." He closes the door behind you and leans over your shoulder to put his car keys in the bowl on the sideboard. "Oh, hey." 

You've given up on clinging to his arm and have started cuddling his waist instead. Eddie feels his eyes go wide, peering down at you almost like he's worried you'll realise you're being bold and move away. You rub your cheek against his leather jacket and sigh. "I love your hugs," you say dreamily, words slurred but understandable.

This isn't news to him, but it's definitely nothing you've said aloud before. Eddie's your boyfriend, he knows you enjoy a warm hug, but he's your new-ish boyfriend, and you're one of the shyest people he's ever met. Half the time he kisses you and your cheeks catch fire. 

"Yeah?" he asks fondly. 

You break the hug quicker than he'd like and bend at the waist. Laughing unsurely, you attempt to untie your shoelaces, wobbling like a cardboard house in a hurricane. Eddie catches onto your shoulders to hold you up, but you can't last. 

You make a strange sound, indignation and admission at once, and put your hands behind you to sit down. You go down hard enough to make the kitchenette shake, trailer walls not especially durable. 

"Shit, are you okay?" he asks, kneeling down in front of you. 

You blink at him glassily. "Will you take my shoes off, please?" 

"Yeah," he says. He laughs and tries not to. "Yeah, I'll take your shoes off for you. Pass em over." 

You put one of your feet on top of his knees clumsily. Eddie unties the bunny knots you'd made earlier, neat and tidy, not wanting anyone to judge you for messy laces, you'd said. 

He slides your shoes off and gives your toes a squeeze. Sober you would blow a gasket, shuffling away from him with a flustered squeak, but drunk you must like it. You leave your foot on his thigh and offer him the other shoe. 

"Do you like my socks?" 

Eddie digs his nail into the second bunny knot. "I love them. Why, are they new?" 

Your socks are normal white crew socks with a black hem stripe, black toes, and black heels. You hum at his observation appreciatively, your hand straying to your stomach. "And my underwear, too." 

"How much did you have to drink while I was in the bathroom?" he asks. Eddie's seen you in your underwear, but it's still unlike you to allude to your skivvies while fully dressed. 

"Not much. Why?" 

"It's not like you to talk about underwear," he tells you, sliding off your shoe and giving your foot a squeeze just as he had the first time, thumb digging into the sole. 

You giggle and yank your legs up and away from him. "That tickles." 

"Sorry, sweetheart." 

"It's okay. I forgive you, duh." 

He laughs, thrilled to see you this adorable and this beamingly happy. He can make you smile like no one else, and of course you're not always shy when you're with him, but it takes time. Eddie wouldn't change you for anything, it's just a real nice thing to see you so proudly happy. 

And hopelessly drunk. You lay on the floor of your side for a moment, jeans riding up your calves as you curl in on yourself, your jacket falling off your shoulder. 

Eddie crawls to your side. He indulges himself, sliding his hand between your cheek and the floor to lift your head. You meet his eyes dozily, sparks of happiness to be seen in your dilated pupils and the apples of your cheeks as you smile at him. 

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks. 

"You–" you begin, not sure where you're ending, "I missed you." 

"You missed me?" You're loaded. "Don't worry about missing me, sweetheart, I'm right here. Can I ask you for something?" 

You nod hurriedly. "Of course you can," you breathe. 

"Will you help me get to bed?" 

You reach for his elbow, your hand coasting up the length of his arm to his shoulder. "Stay here," you say. You're pleading with him, eyebrows drawing together, fingers screwing up in the folds of his jacket. 

"You'll be comfier on my lumpy mattress than you are on the floor, trust me." 

"I'm tired," you say. 

"Come to bed with me," he says softly, mirroring your tone. 

"And we'll have a hug?" 

Holy fucking shit, Eddie's fucked. He thinks, I'm gonna marry this girl, cheeks aching with the effort it takes to keep his huge smile at bay as he helps you sit up. 

"I'll give you as many hugs as you want," he says, brokering a deal with you right there on the floor. 

You agree to his terms, holding your hands out to be pulled up. Eddie stands and pulls you, and you do your part, attempting to stand with a wobble as you go, but he's right there to catch you. Thus begins another round of clinging, your fingers braceleting his wrist, your hips on his. 

Eddie leads you down the hallway. It takes longer than it should, what with your face in his neck and your less than subtle sniffing. He smells better than you do, your shirt soaked with what could be craft beer but might just be a half a cup of cider, neither of which he pictures you drinking. 

"Who tipped their drink on?" he asks, pushing the bedroom door open with his elbow. 

"What?" you ask, lifting your head from his neck. He looks down at you briefly. 

"What happened? You have beer all down your shirt, babe. Did someone tip their drink on you?" 

"Robin did, she said to tell you it was Steve." You raise a hand to his cheek. It's cold, and it smells like your moisturiser. "But I don't keep secrets from you." 

He doesn't mean to melt under your touch. He has things he should be doing, depositing you in the bed, changing your shirt, tucking you in for the night with a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol for your perusal in the morning, but it's a startling delight to have you stroking his cheek. You usually only do this when he's half asleep or you're very tired; hoping he'll forget, maybe, and forgetting your own inhibitions. 

"You don't?" he asks gently. 

Your fingertips slip from the soft part of his cheek up to his eyelashes. You don't touch them, breathing out the side of your mouth rather than in his face. Drunk but not enough to stop treating him with care. 

"No… except for last Friday when we went to the Hawk. I really did need to use the bathroom." 

Well, Eddie knew that. You're shy, that doesn't make you a good actress. "And now we have no secrets," he says, covering your hand on his cheek. 

Your eyes slip closed a touch. Eddie doesn't really believe himself, he's sure there's lots of stuff you don't tell him. He guesses when you need something to drink because you hate asking, and he can't work out whether you like hotdogs or if you're just humouring him when he makes them, but he thinks any secret worth having is one you've let him in on. 

He puts you on the end of the bed. 

"Can I help you get changed?" he asks, already turning for the wardrobe where he keeps your left behind pyjamas and miscellaneous clothes, washed and pressed and waiting for you the next time you come around. 

"You haven't asked if you can undress me in ages." 

He laughs like an idiot, scooping an oversized t-shirt and a pair of your pyjama pants into his arms. "Now, that's not true. I always ask, but half the time you're already getting there." He turns to you, finds you've disappeared into your shirt, elbow twisted into the bottom and arms slack. "Like that," he laughs. 

"Stuck," you mumble. 

He chucks your pyjamas down and slips his fingers under your shirt where it's folded at the top of your shoulders. "Lift your arms, sweetheart. There you go." 

He laughs again when he sees your rumpled hair and face, dropping your acidic smelling shirt on the floor. "There she is. Hey, gorgeous," Eddie teases, running the side of his hand down your cheek quickly. "Bra on or off?" 

"Can I have my shirt first, please?" you ask.

He loves you. Your shyness creeping back in despite his having seen it all before is endearing, and he wouldn't ever say no to you. "Of course you can. Do you need my help again?" 

"I think this part will be easier." 

You're right about that. You get your shirt on easily enough, unclipping your bra without help. Nor do you need help with your pants. 

Eddie strips off quickly, swapping jeans for plaid pants and his t-shirt for a ribbed undershirt. He stretches out day long aches and kicks aside your dirty clothes on his way to the light switch, flicking it off, only his lamp left on now. 

You look lovely. Makeup smudged, watching him move around his small room with your face propped heavily in your hand, a practically cherubic smile playing on your lips. 

He pulls back the sheets and grabs you by the waist, lifting you very slightly to encourage you up against the pillows. You look at him like he's a wonder, adoration softening each line of your features. Your lips part slightly, your eyebrows rise upward. 

He thinks it might be really special, to be looked at as you look at him. 

"Let me get you a glass of water," he says. 

Neither of you have managed to brush your teeth. Honestly, he doesn't think you can stand up any more to try. Water will have to do. 

"No!" you say, louder than you've likely ever spoken to him when he isn't tickling you. "You said we'd hug." 

"We will," he says, giving your hand a little shake where it clings to his. 

"Please, Eddie, I just want to cuddle with you," you confess, giving him the best case of the puppy dogs he's ever seen. 

Eddie thinks, Whatever, we'll just have to make sure we brush extra hard in the morning. He can't deny you any longer. He didn't stand a chance. 

He climbs over your legs and you tuck him in affectionately, ramming your forehead into his chest and throwing your arm around his waist with less care. You nuzzle in, a satisfied sigh leaving your lips as you get comfortable. 

"This is so nice," you praise, words sluggish, slurred even more than they were as fatigue weighs you down. 

"This is perfect," he agrees, easing as flat as he can onto his back, nothing for his arms to do now but wrap around you and hold you close. 

You sigh again. It's even happier than the first, your leg creeping up as you hook your knee over his hip. "I love you, Munson. Thanks for…" You yawn and rub your nose into his chest. "Thank you. I love you." 

"You told me twice," he says, lifting his head to give you a teeny tiny kiss on your temple. 

"It was true for both of the times," you mumble. 

Despite relaxing atop him, your arms are like a vice. He doesn't care, he really couldn't care less, 'cos if you weren't hugging him like this he'd be hugging you tighter. Eddie speaks against your skin tenderly, "I love you, too," he murmurs, sealing it with a punctuating kiss.

He rubs your shoulder, feels your arms give him one final squeeze. 

"Is now a bad time to mention I need the bathroom?" he asks. 

Your answering snore tickles his chest.

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"Eddie." 

Eddie scrunches his face up. You look down at him, flustered, wondering if it would be better for you to run out on him and never see him again. He groans as he wakes, turning his head and distorting the stain of your lipgloss smudged the length of his neck. 

You nibble the inside of your lip. He doesn't seem particularly annoyed with you. But he is mostly asleep. 

"Eddie, how did we get home last night?" you ask, rubbing between your eyebrows. "You didn't drive, did you?" 

He'd had two beers, which wasn't too much for him to handle but is more than anyone should have if they want to drive themselves home. 

Eddie peels his eyes open. "Steve drove us."

"Oh. I'm sorry, I'm super embarrassed. I got kinda wasted, huh?" 

Eddie's hands slip under your shirt to wrap around your soft stomach. He pulls you in an attempt to make you lay down again. 

"You were very drunk," he agrees, yawning into your ribs. 

You put your hand on the other side of his head to hold yourself up. "Was I a handful?" you ask softly, brushing his bangs away from his eyes.

He smiles against your shirt. You feel the curve of his lips, goosebumps erupting underneath it. Shy, you gasp quietly and try to escape his hold, but he hugs you ever tighter, snuggling into your chest. 

"You were great. I missed sober you, though." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah. Drunk you doesn't get goosebumps when I touch her." Smugness colours his voice, his hand rubbing up and down your naked back roughly to chase away your shivers. 

"I wasn't weird, was I?" you worry, more than alarmed by the gap in your memory. 

"You told me all about your new underwear," —you groan— "and how badly you needed to pee at the Hawk." 

You drop your head on to his, your foreheads touching, your hand curling around his neck. "Did I do anything vaguely in the land of acceptable behaviour?" you mumble in defeat.

"You told me you loved me. Multiple times. Once in your sleep." Eddie sounds delighted.

"That's unfontunately true," you grumble, not really meaning it. 

He laughs and gives you a firm tug. "Cuddle with me, babe." 

You cuddle him if only to hide your face from the world, face in his hair, hands under his back. Eddie draws a path of fondness up and down the dip of your back, laughing at each new crop of goosebumps as they rise. He's sweet enough to let you forget the mess you've made for at least a few stolen hours that morning. 

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Babysitting Mun | Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson is the rockstar you have to work for, but most of the time, you feel like you are babysitting a teenager. He's messy, wild, and disobedient, and he never calls you by your name. He's sweet, though, but you are not allowed to think about that. Or in his smart mouth. Or in his hands playing that stupid guitar, shit.

A/N: I didn’t expect anyone to dig this story, but it seems like there were a lot of us craving a fanfic of Eddie Munson as a rockstar and a bit of a pain in the ass. Hope you guys enjoy it! Also, feel free to request to be in the tag list!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Interview | Part 8

Eddie’s trailer looked way better from the outside than it did inside. Sure, it wasn’t about to collapse or anything, but it was clearly run-down. You could tell no one had been here in ages. When you stepped in behind Eddie and saw the ceiling crack with some shoddy plaster job, you freaked out. You glanced at Eddie, who had strolled in casually, not at all fazed by the mold, darkness, or dust—a clear sign of neglect.

"NOPE” you said firmly, and Eddie turned to you after fiddling with the kitchen sink taps.

He knew exactly what you meant.

“Oh, c’mon, Fey.”

You shook your head.

“No. I’m calling Steve,” you declared. “Or Wayne, or someone, God.”

“Hey,” he started to protest. “I can crash like a champ here, trust me.”

“I’m not worried about you being able to sleep here. I’m worried that with all this mold, moisture, and dust, you might suffocate and not wake up,” you clarified, pulling out your phone and starting to dial Steve’s number. You looked at Eddie seriously. “You’ve got a dozen friends here, and if you didn’t want to stay at Wayne’s, there are other places. Why do you have to be so stubborn?”

“I haven’t complained about sleeping here,” he replied flatly, as if he was exercising every ounce of patience he had with you.

“You don’t have to; your trailer is doing it for you,” you shot back, ending the call as you closed your Motorola StarTAC. You’d try again once you convinced Eddie that staying here alone with no security was a terrible idea.

“Fey, this is my home,” he snapped. “I don’t see why I can’t stay in my own place when I come back to this town.”

“Why not…? I’ll tell you why,” you began walking around the inside of the trailer, listing off all the reasons he couldn’t seem to see. “The curtains are practically see-through, there’s literal duct tape over broken windows,” you pointed out. “This place is full of dirt and cobwebs; there’s mold on the walls, and should we talk about the elephant in the room?” you gestured to the massive crack. “The ceiling’s about to come crashing down.”

Eddie looked at you impatiently and rolled his eyes slowly with a sigh.

“The ceiling’s not caving in, trust me. It hasn’t before, and it sure as hell isn’t now.”

You huffed, frustrated.

“You’re impossible.”

He groaned irritably, shoving his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket.

“Damn it, Fey. You’re acting like I’m asking you to stay the night here, and I’m not,” he argued. “And don’t you dare call someone. I’m not a bum. If I wanted, I could book a hotel—hell, I just footed the bill at Enzo’s tonight,” he snapped, his tone edging on anger.

“I didn’t say you were a bum—”

“’Cause I’m not!” he cut you off. “And I’m not running away, either,” he added defensively.

You frowned, genuinely concerned this time.

You had dinner at Enzo’s tonight. Of course, in your effort to keep your distance from whatever was happening inside you (you didn’t want to think about it too much because you didn’t want to know. You mean, that darn interview...nope, you were not thinking about that interview like never), you stayed physically away from Eddie, questioning your weakness—why you couldn’t say no to coming to Hawkins to hang out with his friends and family as if they were your friends and family. Why, when you knew you should’ve kept things strictly professional, you ended up following him to his hometown, the place he never seemed to want to return to. In fact, if it hadn’t been for Robin and Steve, you would’ve been like a piece of furniture at a long, elegant table in an old, prestigious restaurant. And it wasn’t because the rest weren’t kind to you—they were too kind; they were…terrifying. Because they were a family, and you didn’t have one. That scared you. But something was up with Eddie, and being too focused on how everything made you feel made you overlook the fact that since arriving in Hawkins a few hours ago, something was bothering him.

You stepped closer to Eddie, hoping he’d notice the symbolic white flag you were waving.

“Mun,” you spoke softly. “No one said you’re running away,” you added firmly, and finally, Eddie seemed to realize he’d been getting worked up defensively for the last minute and a half.

“I know,” he murmured. “Can you… Can you drop it, Fey?”

You silently shook your head.

“No, I can’t,” you replied, and that was enough for Eddie to let out another groan. “Wait, I’m serious. This isn’t right,” you pointed around. “Trust me, it’s not about it being a trailer or being in a trailer park. It’s about you being a well-known singer in a popular band, with no security, in a trailer that’s falling apart. If I knew this place was safe, trust me, I’d already be in my own hotel room, soaking in a bathtub, eating brownies with ice cream, and reading some trashy novel I’m not proud of, but that’s not the case…”

Eddie blinked quickly.

“I know I said I brought you along as my assistant, but I’m starting to regret it.”

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow with determination.

“You think I’m making a fuss because I’m your assistant?” you snapped and let out a huff. “I’m doing it because I care about you, idiot,” you whispered the last insult. “Munson, I don’t know what your deal is with this trailer, and I’m not gonna pry, but I’m not letting you crash here and put yourself at risk,” you said, frowning so hard your head was starting to hurt. Or maybe it was Eddie giving you a headache.

“Fey, c’mon… I thought we were past this,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, and you rolled your eyes.

“Have you heard the conversation we’re having? I think we’re going in circles,” you muttered, starting to lose patience again.

“Break the circle then; take the car keys and get outta here,” he spat, his voice calm, but his demeanor showing he was getting pissed off again.

You planted your feet firmly on the ground and crossed your arms, standing in front of him again.

“I’m not going anywhere. In fact, I’m gonna get my stuff because I’m staying here,” you said, licking your lips with determination.

“You’re serious?” Eddie dropped his hand from his nose to look at you.

You clicked your tongue.

“Of course, I’m crashing on… that couch,” your eyes landed on the dingy brown couch in the small trailer living room. If it wasn’t covered in spiders and dirt, you might’ve been tempted to try it out because it looked like it was comfy enough to house a tenant back in the day.

Eddie let out an incredulous laugh.

“Alright, Fey, make yourself at home,” he invited you with a smug little grin on his face, like he was sure you’d give up right away.

“Get ready for a sleepover. I might even braid your hair again,” you teased, and he shot back with a mock grimace. You smiled. “I’m gonna get my stuff then,” you said, turning toward the door, taking firm and confident steps, but hoping, oh please, God, if you’re out there, that he’d stop you and drop this stubborn act of his.

You opened the faded wooden door and took a step outside. That’s when you heard Eddie’s irritated sigh, and you could almost imagine him looking up at the cracked ceiling of his trailer in resignation.

“FU-FINE!,” he snapped, clearly pissed off.

You smiled victoriously but quickly tried to mask it with a serious look. You turned towards him and walked into the trailer.

“Thanks for understanding,” you replied with genuine relief.

He seemed upset, and it looked just as genuine.

“Noooo, Fey-wild, thanks a ton,” he said sarcastically. “It’s just a blast that you can also understand me,” he added, his gaze cold and direct.

Then he grabbed his small bag, the one that held all his clothes, his B.C. Rich, and stormed out of the trailer in just two giant steps. You stayed there, right next to the door, letting out a frustrated and almost guilty sigh before turning off the light and closing the trailer behind you. You headed to the rented car, got into the black Volkswagen Golf, and put the keys in the ignition, convinced you had done the right thing, but why the hell did you feel bad? You were damn well looking out for him, and if he was too ungrateful to see that, it wasn’t your problem.

Right?

You straightened up in the leather seat and looked towards his old but well-kept Chevy Van, which hadn’t moved an inch. Eddie seemed frozen in his seat, staring at the dark, cold trailer from inside his car. You watched him for a few seconds, debating with yourself, trying to convince yourself that you had done the right thing. You cared for him. You prevented a potential incident; Eddie is, however, so insuffer—

“Damn it,” you cursed under your breath, pulling the key from the ignition and stepping out of the car. You locked it and walked toward the van. Suddenly, the cold had set in Hawkins, and you hugged yourself as you reached the passenger door, knocking on the window with your knuckles. Eddie snapped out of his daze and reluctantly opened the door, letting you jump in quickly. The two of you sat in silence for an uncomfortable moment. You knew he wouldn’t be the first to speak. You looked around, noticing a pair of Dungeons & Dragons dice hanging from the rearview mirror, trying to find the right words to start a conversation.

“I'm sorry, okay?” was the first thing that came out of your mouth, but you didn’t look at him when you said it, your eyes, like his, still fixed on the trailer.

“Thanks, Fey, I can tell you really meant that,” he replied with a smile meant to be ironic despite the feigned sweetness in his eyes.

You looked at him with a sharp turn of your head. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, please?”

Eddie was now looking at you too, and despite everything, his eyes had taken on a hint of sadness. You saw the clean expression on his face; he wasn’t wearing any makeup, and his hair was perfectly combed.

You pressed your lips together, hesitant. “Why do you want to stay in this place?” you finally asked. That question had been floating in your mind ever since Eddie decided to stay in Indianapolis instead of with his uncle, whom he even called ‘Dad.’

“It’s me,” he finally responded, somewhat nervously, running his fingers through his hair in discomfort. You looked at him, feeling sorry for not understanding what he meant. “This trailer; it’s me; insecure, lost, and broken. The reason it’s like this is… partly my fault,” he said. “Do you know why there’s a crack in the ceiling?”

You wetted your lips and nodded. You knew; you knew about the murder accusations against Eddie that were later proven false. You knew about the blonde cheerleader who had died in that trailer that night, and because of that, you couldn’t understand why Eddie wanted to torture himself this way.

“Yes, Christy?” You reply doubtfully.

“Chrissy Cunningham,” he corrected you and looked back at the trailer as if he could relive everything just by looking at it.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you murmured.

“She wanted drugs, something strong to forget… probably all the shit happening in her life. I should have told her no. But it was Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins High, she was kind and sweet, and I was a… loser who couldn’t graduate, whose friends were mostly kids; the freak of Hawkins High,” he described himself with disdain. “How could I say no?” he asked. “So I brought her here, and when I saw what was happening, I ran away, like a coward; I fled.”

“You couldn’t have predicted it,” you replied confidently. “The TV said that guy, the one who disappeared and came back deformed… damn,” you muttered, somewhat confused, unable to believe it actually happened and to remember his name. “He killed all those people, right?”

“Yes, he opened that damn crack.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you kept talking, determined to try to reason with Eddie.

“And he would have done it with Chrissy anywhere. Hey, she could have been safe in her room, and he would have killed her, Mun,” you reminded him. “And I hate to be the one to say this, but you can’t freeze time in that trailer, torture yourself, and expect it to change anything,” you spoke with compassion.

“I can’t forget it, Fey. If I forget it, it’ll stop hurting, and it has to hurt, I deserve it,” he whispered.

Your chest tightened; this was much sadder than you thought. And of course, it was hard for you to see him sad when all you knew of Eddie before Steve’s party was his sarcasm, twisted humor, smirks, and self-protective indifference.

“It’s okay,” you murmured, taking a deep breath and at the same time a gulp of courage. “Did I ever tell you I was raised by my grandparents?” you asked, looking at the sun visor while fiddling with it uncomfortably.

“No.”

You nodded.

“Yeah, since I was 13, they took care of me after my parents died.”

Eddie looked at you, somewhat confused, and suddenly felt sad for you.

“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “I didn’t know.”

You shrugged, trying not to bring tears into the conversation. Once you started crying, there was no turning back, and this was already too intimate.

“I hadn’t told you,” you replied. “They died in a car accident. We were arguing, and my mom took off her seatbelt to cover me. The car flipped a few times… yeah, I was in a coma for two weeks, and they say they died instantly,” you narrated. “That’s good, I mean, the doctors say they didn’t suffer,” you clarified, clearing your throat. “I don’t even remember why the argument started. I just know I started it and… finished it, and that thought stayed with me for many years,” you whispered nervously, tucking your hair behind your ear. “That I killed my parents,” you said in a faint voice that Eddie tried to soothe by placing his hand on your knee, the warmth of his palm seeping through your jeans, and the circles he traced eased the sudden pain you always felt when talking about your parents. “I thought I should isolate myself; that I deserved it; that this was how I’d pay for what I did and prevent anyone else from suffering because of me. It took me a long time to understand that the rain that day, combined with the fog, was a lethal combination, and it wasn’t my fault, even though one always tries to find someone to blame when catastrophes happen,” you swallowed hard to keep talking. “I spent a long time believing I had to pay the price for a sin I didn’t commit, crying alone, thinking maybe the tears would lighten the burden of the pain,” you shook your head, placing your hand on Eddie’s, which still rested on your knee. “I don’t know if it’s the same for you, but I think we’ve got it all wrong. It’s not about torturing ourselves forever.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Fey. You were just a kid,” he reminded you.

You nodded, feeling a tear slip down your cheek and quickly wiping it away with your hand.

“So were you,” you replied, meeting his gaze. His eyes seemed a bit glassy, but you couldn’t tell if it was from your story or his own feelings. “And it was something you couldn’t control.”

“I was 21.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “and it’s been a while since then.” You wiped away another tear, adjusting yourself in the seat to face him, taking his hand between yours. You wanted to comfort him, tracing circles over the back of his hand, feeling the metal of his rings. “You should feel a little more empathy for that Eddie Munson from back then—the one who didn’t know what he wanted, who was alone and witnessed the murder of someone he cared about. The one who survived. Just think about it—those scars you have were once open wounds he had to deal with.” You released his hand and leaned back against the seat, taking a deep breath.

Eddie watched you. You looked so small, and he wasn’t mad at you anymore. The relentless sense of uselessness seemed to lift. He wanted to make things right—not have to go back to that run-down trailer because he didn’t think it was right to fix it up. But he felt like he deserved that wound to heal, if we’re sticking with the analogy.

“And what if… I promise to try and forgive myself if you promise the same?” he asked, somewhat hesitant.

You let out a long sigh, which eventually faded into the silence inside the van. You nodded, wiping away the lingering dampness on your face.

“Yeah, we could do that. What do you think, Mun? You promise to give it a shot?”

He extended his hand toward you, and you caught it halfway.

“I promise,” he said confidently, flashing you one of his charismatic smiles.

“I promise,” you replied, quickly letting go of his hand. If you kept holding on, it would get harder to ignore the electric pins and needles that prickled every time he touched you.

“Thanks, Fey,” Eddie said, feeling lighter with his hands on the steering wheel. “You’d think after all these years, it’d get easier to talk about all this, but…”

The sentence trailed off, and he seemed unable to finish it.

“Maybe you should try talking to your friends or Wayne. He seems worried about you, and I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time, especially now that you’re with them,” you encouraged him. “Besides, there’s no one else in the world who could understand you better than they do,” you added with a smile.

“Did you mean that, Fey?” Eddie asked, glancing at you without letting go of the steering wheel. He seemed affected, but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “That you worry about me?”

Your stomach churned.

“I’m your assistant, Mun,” you smiled, recalling the line he’d thrown at you at his house. “You pay me to assist you, not to be your motivational coach.”

Eddie chuckled, rolling his eyes as he turned on the van.

“Very funny, Fey,” he said, checking the rearview mirrors. “Go grab your stuff. I’m not letting you drive alone back to the hotel. By the way, Wayne had a room all set up for you. You’re breaking his heart.”

You shook your head with a laugh and hopped out of the van to fetch your things from the rental car. When you returned with your bag, making sure the car was securely locked, you got back into the van and buckled up.

“You think it’ll be safe here?”

“You know when the last time someone stole a car around here was?” he asked with a grin. “1986, babe—the year I graduated high school and split from here.”

You burst out laughing, as expected of Eddie Munson—bold and always charming. Eddie heard your laugh and felt a strong sense of déjà vu tugging at him, filling him with a strange urgency he’d felt at the party.

“I’ll trust you,” you said as Eddie pulled the van out of the trailer park and onto the dark road surrounded by thick trees. “You know, maybe you could use the room Wayne set up for me. I bet he’d be over the moon if you stayed there with him.”

He hummed in response and finally nodded.

“Alright, Fey, enough with the hints, please,” he asked with sarcasm. “What do you want from me?” He flashed you a charming smile and batted his eyes.

You rolled your eyes but smiled back, realizing it was hard to decide what answer to give him.

“Stay with Wayne. Stay with your old man. You’ll make him happy.”

He looked at you for a few seconds before turning his gaze back to the road.

“Fine, milady. Thou hast played thy dice well and hast won the battle,” he said dramatically. “But I have one humble request,” he added.

You raised an eyebrow. “What request?”

“Cancel the hotel, and stop being so stubborn,” he asked, this time without the playful accent.

“Munson…” you tilted your head. “…it’s not a good idea.”

“And why not? This time, you won’t have to take care of me. I’m not drunk… yet.”

You smiled, amused.

“It’s not that, Mun… you don’t need me, and you know it. I’m here because you wanted me here, and I was weak enough to accept coming along. But technically…”

“Technically…” Eddie mocked, “technically, it’s me who decides whether I need you or not,” he clarified. “And what if I suddenly crave some Norwegian water with a twist of lemon? Or if I need you to shuffle some dates around between gigs? I don’t know, Fey, an assistant need might pop up at any minute.”

“You’re making all that up,” you complained, feeling your stomach churn again.

DAMN, DAMN, DAMN, DAMN HIM.

“Only I know, Fey. And besides, what if I am? It’s been fun having you around with my friends, and honestly, the only person who gives me a run for my money in arguments is you. My friends have already given up trying to convince me not to do dumb stuff,” he added, then looked at you with determination. “Come stay with Wayne and me. You’re possibly the only girl who plays hard to get when I invite her over.”

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. DAMN HIM TO HELL.

“I-it’s not the same,” you cursed yourself, your voice trembling.

He noticed, judging by the little smirk on his face.

“It is, technically,” he repeated, “but in theory, you’re a girl, and I’m asking you to come home with me. Or maybe I should head back to the trailer again? You’d never know.”

You flared your nostrils in frustration, momentarily forgetting your sudden dizziness.

“Now you’re manipulating me,” you warned.

“I’m running out of persuasive tactics, Fey. You’re a tough nut to crack.”

You bit your inner cheek nervously and finally nodded. It was a moment of weakness, and you gave in. Maybe you’d regret it later, or maybe not. Maybe it was true, and Eddie really needed you.

“I need to go to the hotel to cancel the reservation.”

“To the hotel, then, and afterward, we’ll head to Wayne’s.”

That was enough to please him. He had already conceded earlier by letting you win the battle, so you’d count your blessings. You fiddled with his radio, earning his complaints, but even when you left the station on one that was playing “Angel Eyes” by Wet Wet Wet, he didn’t intervene to break your groove. In fact, he even sang along, blaming Steve and his taste in music. When you got out of the van, just outside the small but classy hotel where you were staying, you said goodbye to him.

An idea crossed your mind, but as you stepped out of the car and bit your lip, you debated whether to say it out loud.

You turned to look at Eddie, and smiled at him.

“I wasn’t lying,” you said, “I… I really do care about you.” The words hung in the air between you, leaving Eddie speechless, unable to respond. You smiled, feeling a bit embarrassed, and waved goodbye to him. “I’ll be right back.”

He smiled, a small, weak smile, but it was there.

“I knew it, Fey. I knew deep down, I’m more than just a job.”

You rolled your eyes and started walking toward the hotel entrance.

“Sure, Mun. Sure.”

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God this is so cute

Can I interest anyone in a wee bit of frenemy(?)eddie and some soft confessions while under the influence?

18+, MDNI 2.2k

cw: drug use (edible)

“Oh, wow. She’s really out.”

Nancy wasn’t wrong, but Eddie didn’t need to be told. He had noted your rapid descent into sleep when it started halfway through the movie. Your eyelids fluttering like they had weights attached to them and your body curling into itself as you sank into the cushions of the Wheeler’s sofa.

You were crumpled in a ball at the end of it now, hugging the arm like you thought you were going to roll off the edge of a cliff if you let go. Your half-drunk beer still sat on the end table, abandoned once the edible you split with Argyle took effect.

Eddie had foolishly tried to warn you off it, saying you should start with half of your half and go from there. But of course that only set the two of you off like a pair of dueling firecrackers.

He didn’t know how he kept ending up in these spats with you. He never intended to insult you, it just seemed he had a real knack for it. You always accused him of babying you and he’d accuse you of being too stubborn for your own good.

Had anyone besides Eddie suggested you take it easy, you probably would have listened and might still be conscious right now.

Nancy jostled you gently, trying to rouse you while Eddie peered over her shoulder. He didn’t care for the lifeless way your limbs hung, for the way your head lolled forward on your shoulders like you couldn’t hold it up yourself.

It made his fingers drum nervously on the outside edge of his thigh and the wallet chain that hung there clinked with each and every irregular tap.

Of course he knew there was logically no way you could OD on a pot brownie—but that didn’t mean he delighted in seeing you so incapacitated.

Eyes shut tight, you started babbling softly in response to Nancy’s voice as she tried to draw you back to the world of the waking. With a soft oof, she got you to put one arm around her neck and attempted to lift you off the couch. But even with the deceptive strength of her slight frame, she wasn’t getting you anywhere by herself.

So, she glanced around the room at the rest of their friends in their various states of intoxication.

Steve and Robin were long gone, Robin being the winner of their coin toss for who got to drink that night while the other stayed sober. She’d skipped on the edible and mainlined strawberry daiquiris instead, leading to her calling out forlornly as Steve helped drag her out the door,

“What if I puke pink? Please, please, please, don’t let me puke pink—”

Argyle and Jonathan were passed out, entwined on the pallet of blankets and pillows on the floor, Jonathan likely not realizing the warm chest he was burying his face in wasn’t his girlfriend’s.

Finally, her determined gaze fell to Eddie, and she tilted her head at him in that Nancy way of her’s that gave out marching orders without her so much as speaking a word. With another glance at your sleeping form, Eddie released a resigned sigh and nodded his head.

As they helped you climb the stairs, one arm slung over each of their shoulders, you started to rouse again and slowly registered what was happening through the fog of your high.

“Aww, shit…m’fucked up, huh?” you chuckled, letting out a heavy sigh. Head lifted the couple of inches you could manage, “M’so sorry, Nance, I shouldn’t have…he was right…again…”

The bitter edge in your voice as the last word left your lips made Eddie’s brow jump with interest. You lifted your head the full two inches you could manage and peered at Nancy through half-lidded eyes. Your head then swiveled to the other side and Eddie braced himself for more vitriol.

But none came.

Your face didn’t even change and Eddie realized your current state made he and Nancy’s mops of messy brown curls somewhat indistinguishable. You just continued on like you were still talking to your best friend, not the guy you couldn’t stand.

“Wheeler, you’re a fucking beast, you know that? You’re so strong…”

The loopy giggle you let out brought a smile to Eddie’s lips in spite of himself. He felt your hand start to curl around his shoulder and it made him tense, worrying you’d recognize the rough denim of his vest. But your fingers simply held it, rubbed the frayed hem of his cut-off sleeve between the pads, your sleepy smile re-forming.

“God, Nance, you smell so good…”

Your head suddenly drooped, landing partially on Eddie’s shoulder and making his breath catch.

You took a deep inhale of his scent, your chest expanding with it and making Eddie’s eyes bulge and then avert quickly when he caught himself ogling the deep scoop of your neckline. He had already committed most of the night to avoiding just that, his eyes just…slipped for a second.

Over your head, he caught Nancy’s gaze and the cloudy blue color might as well have been a bright red laser for how clearly she saw through him.

Thankfully, they got to the guest room before she could make any damning remarks. She pushed open the door and flicked on the bedside lamp, illuminating a bed piled obscenely high with pillows and a down comforter seemingly thicker than some mattresses Eddie had slept on.

“Can you hold her?” Nancy asked, looking from the bed back to him.

His throat bobbed with a harsh swallow and he nodded, only half-sure of his answer. Nancy lifted your other arm from her shoulder and turned you into his body. Your other arm wrapped around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder.

His hands wrapped hesitantly around your back, holding you against him almost like you were slow dancing. He had to resist the urge to sway.

Heart thundering so loud he feared it might wake you, Eddie watched while Nancy pushed all of the decorative pillows to the floor and turned down the comforter, motioning Eddie forward.

He walked you backwards a few steps and sat you down on the edge of the bed while Nancy knelt to take off your shoes. Thankfully, the dress code on movie night was always supremely casual and the track pants and tank top you’d worn would be fine to sleep in.

You babbled a bit more as they got you ready for bed, seemingly oblivious to Eddie’s presence—even mentioning him briefly as they helped you lay flat and Nancy lifted your legs onto the bed.

“He’s just so annoying, you know?” you muttered bitterly. “Like, whatever, you’re hot and you play guitar and you’ve banged like half the town. That doesn’t mean you know everything.”

Eddie tried not to let the words sting. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t said before to his face, but there was something about you still saying it, even when he “wasn’t there” to hear it.

“I’m gonna get water,” Nancy whispered, already out the door. “Just keep an eye on her, please?”

Eddie frowned and grumbled in response, but he didn’t move from his spot beside you. He did start to turn away, but stopped when you shifted in the bed. You reached out a limp hand and caught just the tips of Eddie’s fingers, tugging lightly on them like you wanted to tell him something.

He sank slowly to his knees, trying to hear you as your lips moved almost mutely.

“Should’ve listened,” you muttered. “Shouldn’t’ve been such a dick…”

You seemed perfectly content continuing your conversation even without “Nancy” responding, and Eddie wondered if he should just go? He was positive you’d be mortified if you ever found out he had overheard any of this. But even as he was screaming at his feet to move, for his knees to rise, they remained planted on the Wheeler’s plush carpeting at your next words.

“Nance…why doesn’t he like me?”

It took what felt like a year for Eddie to unfreeze. He looked towards the door for a sign of Nancy’s shadow in the hallway, the sound of her footsteps on the stairs. But there was none.

Your head lolled on the pillow, eyes still shut but the lids twitching subtly like you were trying to open them. If you did, you’d be staring straight into Eddie’s own rapt gaze. You still held your pitifully weak grasp on his fingers, and he easily could have pulled away. But he didn’t.

Eddie just watched, torn between his standards of decency and being desperate to find out what you were talking about. He didn’t even know you were into anyone—let alone that you liked them enough to groan about them to Nancy. What kind of idiot wouldn’t like you back?

Some sadistic part of him wanted to find out.

“I mean, I know I’m not—m’not like…Chrissy—but I’m alright, aren’t I? An’ I wore thisstupid booby shirt hoping he’d notice and he just…”

Your voice took on a wounded waver and you stopped, inhaling deeply as if to steady yourself. The beginnings of tears started to shimmer along your lash line and you shut your eyes tighter, but it only squeezed one of them out and made it trickle down your temple in a wet trail.

Okay…Eddie was really confused now.

He didn’t even know you knew his ex-girlfriend’s name until it came tumbling past your lips. And he sure as shit had so noticed your booby shirt—he’d barely been able to keep his eyes off you, had to actively force himself not to stare.

Had you actually…did you really wear it for him?

All of a sudden, you rolled onto your side and your eyes cracked open the widest he had seen them all night. You looked almost lucid and you were staring directly into Eddie’s face.

He flinched slightly, worried you might scream when you saw him. But you just sighed, scanning his features all glassy and moon-eyed as you stared at him plainly. Unabashedly.

Like he’s an oil painting that couldn’t look back.

“He’s just so…pretty.”

The words are whispered, like a secret. And it takes everything in him to remain totally still and not to let his eyes bug completely out of his skull. Wait, did you…Did you not think he was there?

“I like’im so much…what’m I gonna do?”

There it was again. That plaintive whine, that broken lilt of your voice that tugged mercilessly at something deep inside of him. Heartstrings he didn’t know were there until you plucked them.

You looked at him with those shiny eyes. Literal tears were filling them now, threatening to spill down your cheeks. You were crying. Over him? What kind of world was he living in?

And nearly too late, Eddie realized your eyes were fluttering closed again. Not from exhaustion, but to lean in and kiss him.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. You stretched your neck forward, hand coming up to cup his jaw—god, your palms were so soft, not rough and hard like his—and Eddie felt himself melt briefly into your touch, just for a moment before he realized what you were doing.

Eyes closing, chest heaving, lips parting as you leaned into what you thought was a dream.

No, no, no, he thought frantically. Not like this—

Eddie wrapped his hand around your wrist and gently pulled away from you. It made you push a little harder, trying to fight your way out of his grasp, but you were weak and looked more like a kitten trying to box. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want you to get upset, he just—

“Hey,” he soothed, gently brushing the backs of his fingertips along your jaw. “Just go to sleep, okay? We can talk about this in the morning.”

You blinked, seemingly in realization, like you were surprised to hear him speak. And it made him wonder how many of your other dreams he’d starred in where he didn’t say a word.

But his voice seemed to soothe you somewhat, your fists unclenching and dropping to lay on the softness of the sheets. You nodded your head as your face sunk back into the pillow, your cheek rubbing the dainty floral bouquets on the case.

Eddie let out the breath he didn’t remember he was holding, his shoulders slumping with it as his mind raced. Carefully, with nimble fingers curled around the edge of the comforter, he tugged it up further over your shoulders, almost to your chin. You snuggled a little deeper into your sleep and Eddie tucked the blanket in a little tighter, his heart pounding with every second.

And before he could talk himself out of it, he dropped a feather-light kiss to your forehead.

Once in a while we have to do the pining, I guess 🙄

Very veeeeeeeeeery loosely inspired by that scene in New Girl where Jess is on painkillers. Ty for reading - love you, mean it!

I will scream so loud dude

They’re so cuteeee

Babysitting Mun | Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson is the rockstar you have to work for, but most of the time, you feel like you are babysitting a teenager. He's messy, wild, and disobedient, and he never calls you by your name. He's sweet, though, but you are not allowed to think about that. Or in his smart mouth. Or in his hands playing that stupid guitar, shit.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Interview | Part 8 | Part 9|

It had been a beautiful day. You were used to the city, the concrete, the fast food joints, and the fast-paced life. So, a BBQ at a lake house with people who lived a laid-back life was comforting. Especially because the idea of family had become a distant dream or an urban legend—something others had, but you didn’t. You’d spent the whole afternoon on the grass, soaking up the sun, reading a good book, and then making a few calls (whenever you could find decent reception) to ensure everything was ready for Eddie’s arrival in England, the first stop on the tour.

"Fey, I got you a burger. Not sure if you're into them, but... you haven’t eaten, and Wayne was getting worried," Dustin said as he approached with a cardboard plate holding a juicy burger.

You looked up from your notebook, setting it aside as you sat up on the blanket you had spread out on the grass.

"Oh, Dustin, thank you," you murmured, suddenly aware of your empty stomach. "That’s really sweet of you," you said, taking a quick bite of what instantly became the best burger in the world. "I lost track of time."

Dustin smiled at you, grinning from ear to ear, and then sat down beside you. You looked at him, a bit surprised, but welcomed his company with a smile.

"And Suzie? I thought I'd see her today."

Dustin brushed a curl from his forehead, and his face lit up instantly when you mentioned his girlfriend.

"She’s meeting up with her mom in Cincinnati to try on her dress for the first time. I don’t know much about it since, apparently, I’m not allowed to know anything."

You laughed, taking another bite of your burger as he offered you a can of Coke, which you accepted with a grateful nod.

"Make sure Suzie gets in touch with me. Eddie needs to send her the check for that."

Dustin shook his head.

"Nah, I already talked to Eddie about it. He wants to cover the guests’ hotel, the reception, food, even the band. He can’t be paying for Suzie’s dress, too. Plus, her parents want to help, so..."

You raised your eyebrows.

"Dustin, Dustin," you stopped his rambling with a smile, swallowing your bite before you spoke again. "How long have you known Munson?"

Dustin paused, his dreamy eyes gazing into the distance.

"He’s been my brother, my friend, and my mentor since I was 15."

You smiled, touched by the affection Dustin had for Eddie.

"You’ve known him for over a decade, and that’s enough to know he’s not going to let you refuse his wedding gift."

"I’m stubborn too, Fey," Dustin grinned, almost proud of his declaration. "Eddie says it’s more about the tone I use when I talk, but I like to think I’ve got some persuasion power, too."

You laughed, cracking open the Coke and taking a sip.

"I bet Suzie's not thrilled about accepting more gifts from Eddie, huh?" you asked.

Dustin's cheeks turned pink, and he smiled nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

"You’re pretty perceptive," Dustin admitted with a nervous grin. "Look, it’s already a huge deal for her parents to accept me, and having someone else pay for everything is offensive to her dad. It makes him feel... useless," he confessed.

You opened your notebook and grabbed your pencil.

"And does Suzie’s dad have a contact number?" you asked.

Dustin chuckled dryly.

"You’re not gonna convince him, trust me."

You smiled back at him, peering over your sunglasses.

"Listen, I work with a temperamental, playful rock star whose idea of fun is filling his pool with punch and buying giant straws for a suction contest that left two bandmates with respiratory issues and forced us to cancel a show at one of L.A.’s biggest arenas," you summarized. "You have no idea what I’ve managed to get Eddie to do—or not do—with conviction and persuasion."

He raised his eyebrows.

"You’re gonna talk to Suzie’s dad?" he asked, incredulous.

You shrugged.

"Corroded Coffin leaves early the day after tomorrow. I’ll invite Suzie and her mom somewhere nice in Cincinnati, convince them, and let them do the work on your future father-in-law."

He shot you a suspicious look.

"I’ll give you Suzie’s contact, but I’m not part of this. I want to marry her, and I’m not doing anything that could jeopardize that."

You laughed and took another bite of your burger.

"Everything’s gonna be fine. Besides, it’s my job, right?"

He frowned.

"Vickie, Nancy, and Robin put on an '80s karaoke DVD, and they’re belting it out in the living room. Gareth opened a bottle of wine," Jane—known as El to everyone—plopped down next to you on the grass, looking at both of you curiously. "What are we talking about?" she asked just as Mike, Max, and Lucas next to you and Dustin, forming a circle.

"Fey wants to convince Suzie’s dad to let Eddie pay for the wedding," Dustin explained.

The others groaned, but Max and El nodded confidently.

"Fey can do it. She got Eddie to sleep at Wayne’s house, didn’t she?" Max pointed out.

El agreed. "And she got him back to Hawkins," she added, making the others nod.

"You guys act like Eddie’s the most stubborn person on earth. You’ve got him wrapped around your fingers. I’m sure if you asked, he’d cross the world to get you something," you laughed, leaning back on the grass.

They collectively rolled their eyes, making you laugh even harder.

"As if you don’t," Lucas chuckled.

You frowned, sipping your Coke before continuing the conversation.

"What do you mean?"

Of course, you had to ask.

"I know you’ve got that persuasion power you’re so proud of," Max said, "but you’re totally clueless if you think that’s the only reason you can convince Eddie not to do the crazy stuff he’d normally do."

You frowned.

"Oh," El nudged Max sharply, but not hard enough to hurt. "She doesn’t know."

Mike snickered while stuffing his face with more microwave popcorn.

"She’s totally clueless," he muttered through a mouthful of popcorn.

"Eddie..." Dustin stole some popcorn from Mike before continuing, "...Eddie’s got a bit of a soft spot for you."

"Tiny," El nodded.

"Kind of big," Max tilted her head from side to side.

"Yeah, what Max said," Lucas and Mike agreed.

You scoffed, letting out a disbelieving laugh before taking another sip of your Coke.

"You guys are delusional," you took another sip. "First off, Eddie Munson DOES NOT have a soft spot for me, and second, why aren’t you singing karaoke with the rest?"

"She’s changing the subject," Mike said, bumping into Lucas, who laughed. His long braided hair shook as he did.

"Stop laughing. You kids are crazy," you commented, amused.

"kids? You’re like, three years older than us," Mike pulled out a cigarette. He tried lighting it, but every time he got a flame, it would fizzle out. The conversation paused as everyone watched Mike struggle with the cigarette. On his fourth attempt, he seemed to snap out of it and looked directly at El, who had covered her face with her long brown hair, avoiding eye contact and wiping a small drop of blood from her nose.

"El!" he called out, annoyed.

"Oh my God, sweetie, are you okay?" you asked, concerned, handing her a napkin, which she took gratefully.

"She’s fine," Mike brushed it off as the guys snickered. "Just because she’s my girlfriend, she thinks she can make me quit smoking. And just because Fey has inmunity with Eddie doesn’t mean you have the same with me."

You started shaking your head.

"Eddie and I aren’t actually…" nobody listened to you anyways. El and Mike were having a talk.

"Yes, I have it," El spoke up as she finished wiping her nose and pulled her hair away from her face, smiling big and bright.

Mike looked at his cigarette, sighed in defeat, and put it away, nodding.

"Yeahyouhaveit" he agreed "Okay, fine, you win," he conceded, standing up to offer his hand to El, inviting her for a walk.

Lucas watched the couple head toward the lake and groaned.

"Damn, they stole my idea!"

Max playfully punched him on the shoulder. "Of course they did, Casanova. But I’ve got a better one; I think there’s a cozy rock nearby we can hang out on."

Dustin made a horrified face, but the others ignored him, said their goodbyes, and ran off.

You smiled and looked at Dustin, who was studying you carefully, like he was analyzing something.

“What?”

“He calls you Fey,” he said, rolling his eyes. “And you don’t like it when we call you Fey.”

OH MY GOD not this.

“I know. I still don’t get what’s up with that,” you huffed.

“Feywild. You know he plays Dungeons & Dragons, right?”

You nodded, finishing the last of your drink.

“Yeah, I’m the one who sends the monthly deposit to fund that school club of his… Lucifer’s Flame?”

“Hawkins High's Hellfire Club,” he corrected, sounding mildly offended.

You laughed.

“God, I know. I write that check every month. You D&D fans are so sensitive.”

“That game brought us together, shaped us in a world full of narrow-minded people.”

You smiled, giving his arm a quick squeeze.

“I know,” you murmured, then sighed, realizing you couldn’t avoid the conversation any longer. “Why does he call me Fey?”

“It’s not a random nickname. It’s got to do with D&D characters.”

You frowned. “Oh God, please tell me it’s not some monstrous thing with horns in places it shouldn’t have them.”

He frowned too. “Where exactly should horns be, Fey?”

You raised your eyebrows innocently. “I don’t know, between the eyes? One on each side of the head?”

Dustin stared at you. “Okay. God, that’s why you and Steve get along so well,” he clapped his hands together, getting back on track. “Dungeons & Dragons, Fey.”

You laughed.

“Yeah, well; he never calls me by my real name, never, not once.”

“There’s a reason for that, and believe me, you won’t hate it once you hear it.”

You sighed heavily, shaking your empty can even though you knew it was already finished.

“Feywild is a chaotic realm of fairies and magic. It’s totally unpredictable, sure, but captivating,” he shrugged. “The fairies in the game aren’t just about pulling tricks; they’re usually the ones who help the hero grow, you know, on a quest. I think you’re kind of like that for Eddie. You keep him grounded, even if you don’t realize it.”

You widened your eyes, incredulous. “Really? I should probably be a troll or something bigger; it’s tough keeping him grounded,” you laughed, trying to keep it light. If you took this seriously, you’d overthink it. “So I’m a fairy… basically the mythical equivalent of an assistant, Dustin,” you clarified.

“I get that; yeah, he pays you to be in his business,” he agreed. “But it’s more than that; he involves you. Hell, it’s like he doesn’t let just anyone in, and this goes beyond being a rock star. The last time he let someone in and showed them who he really was, it ended in tragedy.”

Chrissy. The cheerleader. The queen of high school. The beautiful blonde with her whole life ahead of her that Eddie let in—and it ended in a deal with death.

You looked down, feeling uncomfortable, especially with the sadness that washed over you when you remembered Eddie’s almost defeated, guilt-ridden face the night before.

“That really messed him up… didn’t it?” you asked softly, feeling guilty for talking about it without Eddie being there.

“Big time. See why this is important? With you, it’s different, Fey. Maybe you don’t realize it because you’re a bit clueless, like the girls said—though I think you just want to be,” he concluded but didn’t give you time to defend yourself as he continued, “but you have a place in his life that no one else does. And that nickname… it’s like he’s bringing you into his world, making you part of it.”

His words hit hard. They echoed in your ears, drowning out everything else as a sharp ringing sound filled your head and your thoughts swirled in a wave of intrusive emotions. You looked away from Dustin, not wanting him to see the battle raging inside you.

“Dustin, he and I… he’s my boss, you know that? I’m here to assist him, and when he doesn’t need me anymore…”

He shook his head immediately, almost upset by your comment. You knew it was a low blow, that you couldn’t limit your relationship with Eddie to just professional terms anymore. The line had been crossed, and it wasn’t because of the kiss, no. You had crossed it long before, that night at the record label party when your heart broke at what you thought was a betrayal from Eddie. He wasn’t just your boss, and you weren’t just his employee.

Realizing that didn’t make things any easier.

“You know that’s not true. I get how it sounds, you are close and that’s okay. Eddie’s not into formalities anyway,” he clarified.

You opened your mouth, realizing when the air entered your lungs that you had been holding your breath while he spoke.

You started shaking your head, a bit scared. The idea of someone caring about you, of someone wanting you in their life, was a huge responsibility, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to handle it yet. You hadn’t felt that way since your grandparents. They were the last people, after your parents, whose lives had impacted yours and whom you had impacted.

“Guys!” Mike and El called from the lake house porch. Mike had his arm around El’s shoulders, and she was leaning on him with a huge smile. “You’ve got to see this! Big Rock is about to sing Rick Astley!”

Dustin laughed and started to get up, offering you his hand.

“Come on, Fey, I didn’t mean to stress you out. How about you forget this conversation for the next few hours and have some fun with us?”

You smiled at him.

“Thanks, Dustin.” You took his hand for a moment until you were on your feet, still holding your notebook and book. You tried, as Dustin suggested, to leave the anxiety from that conversation behind.

The lake at night was stunning. You could appreciate it up close on the small dock of Steve’s house. He had told you he bought it after receiving a generous government settlement. You admired all of them a bit more for that; with the money they had, they could easily live peacefully without doing anything, just letting their traumas take over, but they didn’t. They were all valuable and talented, making their way through life’s jungle with grace and bravery.

You spotted car headlights here and there around the lake; you’d been told it was famous among lovers, so you watched the moon's reflection on the water and enjoyed the sound of crickets and frogs croaking in solitude.

“There you are,” Eddie’s voice startled you. He was a little bit tipsy —not too much—but you could see the childish look in his eyes, that lazy gleam like a haze over his irises. He handed you an open beer. “I told Dustin that giving you a Coke earlier to talk was an amateur move. You do like beer, right?”

You looked at the glass bottle and smiled, a bit puzzled as you took it. “What are you doing here? I thought you and the guys were putting on a little concert for the group,” you asked before taking a sip of the dark, cold beer.

“Yeah, until Cynthia called Gareth, and they’ve been on the phone for half an hour now. It’s gonna cost him a fortune.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise and smiled, excited. “Cynthia called Gareth?” you asked, letting out an impressed giggle as you took another sip.

“I’m not gonna gossip about a friend’s possible romantic situation,” he replied with a sarcastic tone.

You laughed, took a sip, and kept looking at him. “Why are you out here alone, Fey?”

You glanced around and shrugged. “Look at this, Mun… we don’t have this in L.A.,” you murmured, then sat down on the dock’s wooden planks, getting much closer to the water. “Why don’t you buy a house here?” you asked when he sat next to you with his own beer. You steadied him by the shoulder when you saw him sway slightly, but he just chuckled in response.

“You want me to buy a house here, Fey? We’ve got Steve’s!”

“It’d be easier to convince me to come help you if you had a lake house; it doesn’t have to be big, maybe a shack,” you joked. “But this is nice.”

Both of you fell silent for a moment, drinking your beers and enjoying the quiet.

“I used to make deals with the owner of this place,” he suddenly broke the silence, “drug deals.”

“Yeah…” you cut him off, closing your eyes and praying for patience. “I got what you meant.” You looked at him. “Does it bring back good memories?”

“Not at all,” he shook his head. “That’s actually the point and the reason Steve bought it.”

You frowned. “You know, I didn’t think you were that drunk. You’re not making sense.”

He let out a chuckle. “I hid out here when everyone thought I was killing people. Dustin, Steve, Max, and Robin worked hard to find me and prove my innocence,” he downed the rest of his beer and set the bottle beside him, right between you and him, smiling. “Years later, Steve bought it and decided to turn this place into something good, thinking that if we made enough good memories, eventually the bad ones would fade.” He laughed, almost embarrassed. “Yeah, it’s cheesy, I know.”

“No, well, yeah, it is cheesy,” you laughed, “but it’s sweet. It’s sweet that you have that kind of friends,” you murmured.

“Well, they’re kind of your friends now, too, so…”

“Oh no,” you immediately shook your head. “We’re not doing this.”

He laughed, “Doing what?”

“This,” you whined. “You can’t keep telling me stories that make you more human.”

He let out a huff, almost offended. “What are you talking about, Fey?”

“At some point, you just started opening your heart like crazy, and suddenly, you’re not the grumpy rockstar I had to get out of trouble. You’re human.”

“I’ve always been human,” he let out a dry laugh.

“No, you were a vampire right before you started telling me your life story,” you defended yourself. “This is just another level of getting involved.”

You thought he might get upset, maybe even seem annoyed. The last thing you expected was for him to smile like a Cheshire cat.

“Fey, I told you at Steve’s party, I want to know about you. You literally know my underwear size.”

You raised your eyebrows at him and gave him a knowing look. “Well, you’ve literally had me buying your underwear in the middle of a tour because you thought giving the pair you were wearing to your fans was a fantastic idea.”

He chuckled. “It was fun, admit it,” he replied.

Then you heard a ringing noise. Loud and deafening. One that made your neck feel so heavy you thought your head might fall off. Suddenly, all of Hawkins' cold seemed to invade your body.

“Do you remember what you said at Steve’s party?” you asked, trying not to stutter or sound too affected, though judging by Eddie’s expression, it probably showed on your face. “I thought you were drunk as a skunk.”

He cleared his throat and stopped looking at you for a few seconds.

Bad sign.

No-oh.

Look at me again, you thought with a queasy feeling in your stomach. If you’re not looking at me, it’s because you’re hiding something.

Like that time, in your first week on the job, when he tried to sneak a llama into his hotel room where no animals were allowed.

“I know why I started drinking like an idiot that night, Fey.”

That eased your mind a bit. Maybe he really didn’t remember the rest; the whole fairy thing and how he seemed to crumble at the thought of you leaving. You didn’t want to have to break down that conversation with him.

“Why did you start drinking?” you sighed, playing dumb. It’d be good to hear his reasons while he was sober. You glanced at the empty bottle beside him—well, somewhat sober.

But was Eddie Munson ever fully sober?

“I didn’t get it, Fey. I know sometimes I act difficult"

“No, no, no,” you interrupted. “You are difficult.”

“What’s difficult is having this conversation with you, Feywild.” he replied between his teeth.

Uh-oh, full name. You were in trouble.

You nodded in agreement and pretended to zip your lips.

“I know I complicate your life sometimes, and I’ve asked you many times just to be my assistant and stick to that, but deep down, I know that’s not how it is. I know you’re my friend, even if you’re not proud of it—the only girl in the world who feels that way, by the way,” he added the last part with that charismatic smile: the one he throws at his fans and the girls he takes home after a party or a good show. “And you know what sucks? It sucks when your friend knows more about you, and you realize your life is in the hands of a stranger. I didn’t know anything about you. I didn’t know about your parents, your unused degree, or that Robert was dumping his work on you without paying you while taking all the credit.”

“It’s the justice-seeker in you,” you pointed out, “and a bit of the control freak; you can’t stand not knowing everything.”

He rolled his eyes.

“You said your parents died. What about your grandparents?”

You exhaled, making a brief sound with your upper lip. I mean, you had kind of promised to open up, right? And he was asking nicely.

“My grandmother passed away when I turned 18, just after I graduated from school; lung cancer. And my grandfather was diagnosed with heart problems over time and started to weaken. I think he also wanted to go. Anyway, he passed away after I graduated from university, in his hospital bed,” you recounted briefly.

But Eddie was perceptive; he gave you a sharp yet gentle look.

“Your debts…” he guessed.

You nodded, watching your feet swing in the air and the dark reflection of yourself in the water.

“I needed a good salary, and this job was literally a lifeline,” you admitted.

“Why music?” he asked, frowning.

You shook your head with a smile. “No,” you said firmly, “you have to answer something first.”

“Damn it, Fey, you already know so much about me,” he complained.

You leaned back, supporting yourself on the wood with both palms, leaving the beer bottle next to Eddie’s empty one.

“I know you’re not allergic to anything at all, but you pretend that wheat makes you sick so that girls feel sorry for you and see you from a more exotic angle.”

He rolled his eyes. “I bloat with bread.”

This time you rolled your eyes and laughed. “Yeah, if you eat ten bagels at once, of course, you’ll bloat; it’s called bread bump, pretty normal”

He stuck his tongue out at you and smiled. “What the hell do you want to know?”

He pulled out a cigarette from his back pocket and lit it, placing the thin roll between his teeth.

“Why do you call me Fey?”

He looked at you, but his gaze seemed miles away, and you wondered if you could reach him sitting next to him.

“It’s actually about D&D.”

You laughed. “Yeah, like everything in your life.”

That didn’t seem to offend him.

“It was the first thing that came to mind when I met you,” he half-smiled, still deep inside himself, unable to look you in the eyes. “I didn’t want an assistant, and I wasn’t going to accept it, especially if Robert suggested it, who thinks he knows what I need.” He rolled his eyes. “I did everything to avoid meeting you that day. But you figured out where I’d be and showed up at our recording studio in your green dress with your notebook.” He laughed softly, letting out a sigh. “God, I treated you horribly. You just did your job efficiently, shaking your hair around, making friends with the band, and your eyes…" he paused "You read me, Fey; you anticipated my moves from the very first moment. Those eyes were knowing. As if you saw everything for the first time but at the same time knew every corner of my world perfectly.”

Eddie shifted on the now chilling wood, and his words began to flow freely. Even if he’d let you speak, you wouldn’t have been able to. You didn’t even remember wearing a dress that day, let alone the color.

“You know, fairies aren’t the protagonists in D&D campaigns, but they’re always there with a purpose; they help advance the plot, they’re like, small and powerful agents who get involved just enough.” Now he looked at you, his brown eyes piercing, tearing down and rebuilding your breath. “You’re like the whole damn world embodied; you’re the shield when I need protection, the fire when I’m freezing, if I get lost so much in this damn new wild life that I don’t know how to find my way back. The storm if what I need is to fight someone to finally come to my senses. You have this way of being everything at once; the voice of reason, the avenger, and chaos. Always, always, always, you know exactly what I need.” He smiled as if saying all this had relieved him. “You came into my life that day straight out of the stories I used to escape to when my mom was sick and the only lesson my dad had to give me was about his belt and how to steal cigarettes from a convenience store. Only you’re real, Fey; you’re here. Honestly, I’m grateful for that.”

You could have sworn a black hole appeared and sucked away all the cold of the place. His words wrapped around you, making you feel seen and appreciated in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Your heart raced, but you tried to ignore it, attempting to stay grounded in the role you assigned yourself; his assistant, his friend, nothing more. Still, he was talking about you as if you were a myth, (how did you deserve that honor?) a force of nature. It was too much, and at the same time, you felt under your burden that you could listen to him talk about you this way forever, and it still wouldn’t be enough. You wanted to hold onto his words, let them hang in the air, but also let the wind carry them away, bury them at the bottom of the lake with heavy anchors to keep yourself safe.

As Eddie spoke, your mind was racing. You were amazed—how could you not be? His voice, the way he looked at you, made you feel like something more than you had ever seen yourself as. But with that amazement came confusion, a deep and unsettling feeling of being lost in a place you hadn’t planned to enter.

You tried to find something to say, something to ground you, but words wouldn’t come. Instead, you just stayed there, caught between the magic of his words and the reality of what you meant to each other. It was a dizzying, disorienting feeling, like standing on the edge of something vast and unknown, unsure whether to step forward or retreat.

“That… Mun…” you murmured after swallowing the lump in your throat, not really knowing what to say. “Thank you… I, damn,” you murmured, trying to find the right words.

Then he hurried to speak. It was few words. A sentence said quickly as if saying it slowly and deliberately would be worse.

Eddie just opened his mouth and said,

“Fey, please don’t freak out. But I remember everything. I remember the kiss.”

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Just A Scratch

Eddie Munson x Reader/Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: one of Jason’s friends is picking on your boyfriend's friend Dustin. Dustin can't keep his mouth shut so ends up aggravating the basketball player more, meaning you have to intervene. One thing leads to another and you get hurt. The last person you expect to be there to help you is your ex-boyfriend Steve.

Content warning: arguments, broken nose, being hurt, a whole lot of angst, jealousy and language. Eddie and Steve really don’t like each-other

Word count: 2k

A/n: let me know if you want a part two I have ideas. I am dyslexic so if some of it doesn’t make sense I apologise

Not prove read

Part 2

You had decided to spend an hour after school in the library catching up on your work, since your boyfriend had distracted you every time you tried to study. So you decided it would be best to be completely alone and the library after school on a Wednesday seemed like the right place. You had gotten more work done in that hour than you had in the last couple of weeks.

Your hand started to cramp from all the writing so you knew it was probably a sign to leave. You walked outside, excited for the fresh air you were sure your skin needed. You were also excited to get home to get ready to see your boyfriend, Eddie. The only problem is as soon as you get outside you hear the mumbles of an argument. You knew it probably wasn’t your place to get involved, until you heard the voice of Dustin Henderson. He was becoming more and more like Eddie by the day. So you knew there was a good chance he was making whatever the situation was, worse for himself.

You walked over and spotted chase who was also a senior getting into the freshman’s face. “Can you at least have a mint before getting that close?” Dustin smirked. You'd know that smile anywhere it was Eddie’s signature. It was the face Eddie usually pulled before he ended up with a black eye. You pushed your way in between the two, surely he wouldn't hit you. “Don’t you think you should pick on someone your size?”. He pushes you out of the way to get back to the freshman, you were blocking. “it’s none of your business”.

Dustin scoffs at him, was he trying to make things worse for himself? Even you wanted to hit him in the head now, to knock some sense into him. “I can see you're starting early on your career as a wife beater”. Shit. Rage is all you can see in Chase’s eyes any hope of Deescalating the situation was gone. He raised his fist to hit Dustin. Instinct took over and you moved in the way, putting your hand up to stop the assault. But you were too late when you hear a crunch in your nose.

Blood pours from your nose but you don't notice, as you’re too enraged. The Jock stumbled back shocked at what he just did. “I'm sorry y/n I didn’t mean to hi-” you cut him off “but you meant to hit him so”. He didn't have a response just silence “ I suggest you leave him alone unless you want me to report you for assaulting me”. He nods awkwardly and shuffles away embarrassed. He felt like such an idiot he didn't mean to hurt you.

Dustin felt really bad, he didn't want you to get hurt because of him. Plus he could handle himself , Chase was nothing on the upside down he thought. “Shit y/n are you okay?” you turn around to glare at the boy. He glumped he had never seen you angry and he knew he was about to be on the receiving end of it. “Oh don’t worry about me, worry about your attitude. I get you th-”. Dustin's eyes widen upon the sight of your face. Your nose didn't look right. How much blood was pouring out didn't look right. “Y/n-”.

Too annoyed you didn't even feel the pain of your nose or feel the blood dripping from your nose. “I’m not finished. I know Eddie seems cool, but even for him there are consequences. Plus Chase is twice your size, how we're you going to fight him?”. You wait for an answer, Dustin is too stunned to speak, what should he do? You rub your hands over your face in annoyance. Ow. That didn't feel right. You had never felt pain like it. You looked at your hand to see it painted with red blood. The sight makes your knees weak and you fall to the ground.

“Omg y/n!” Dustin lowers to your level. You felt tears being to fill your waterline, he couldn't see you cry. You needed to get him away even for a minute, you didn't want him to blame himself. “I’m fine, can you just get me some water please,” you say weakly. He quickly scurried away wanting to do anything to make this right.

A little while after you, you’re sat on bench outside of school. You haven't been able to move as you still feel too dizzy. Your nose was still bleeding but it was a lot slower than before. Your ex-boyfriend pulled up to get Dustin. “I can get Steve to check it. He's good at things like this”. You shake your head biting your lip from the pain this causes. Dustin nods and walks over to Steve’s car getting in. You turn away from the scene so Steve doesn't see you or your nose.

Steve is about to set off when Dustin stops him. “What did you forget this time?” Steve talks to the boy like he is his father. “They are gonna hate me for this but they are already mad so, y/n-”. As soon as your name is mentioned, Steve gets worried. He still cared for you a lot. He just wishes he treated you better when you were together. Then he wouldn't have lost the best thing to happen to him. Without needing to hear anything more, Steve goes over to the bench and taps on your shoulder. Not knowing it's him, you turn around. The last person you wanted to see right now was right in front of you. You try to turn your face but he holds it in place gently but firmly examining it, being careful to avoid your nose.

He honestly felt like he could cry, he had seen hurt yourself from being clumsy, but it was never anything this bad. “ It's just a scratch”. Steve shakes his head. “Don't do that, you're hurt. Stop acting like it's a chore for people to look after you”. Tears pour from your eyes. He doesn't know if he should, especially since you hadn't talked to each other since the break up a few months ago but he had to hug you. You melted into the hug, you needed this. You missed this. After a few moments, Steve broke the hug and got up holding out his hand to you. “I'm gonna drop Dustin off, then we are going to the hospital. You can tell me all about what happened on the way”.

The wait in the emergency room took hours which left you with lots of time to catch up. You missed having Steve in your life. You need a friend like him. You had also told him what happened with Chase which he was really angry about, but tried to keep calm while in the hospital so he didn't get kicked out and could stay with you. It didn’t stop him from complaining to you about Dustin’s new found attitude though “ the kids lucky he had you, I don’t know where he gets that attitude from”. You try to laugh but it hurts too much “I do”. Steve laughs a little too shaking him head “yeah so do I”.

A few hours later Steve was dropping you off at your door. “Thank you” you smile at him. “You don't need to thank me, I'm glad we went. I'm gonna kill Chase for breaking your nose though.” you shook your head a little, pouting at him. “Please don't, you'll adult now, it's an assault on a minor, even if he does deserve it. I don't want you behind a cell”. How could he say no to you? So he agreed, even if all he wanted to do was round-house Chase in the face. “Why will you miss me too much?” he pulled his signature Harrington smile, he knew he shouldn’t but he could help flirt with you. Even a little. “Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep a night.” You playfully hit his arm. He blushed a little. He missed this, he missed you. “I'm gonna get going so you can rest, remember to ice and take the painkillers. Like the doctors said the better you take care of it the less likely you are to need surgery”.

He turns around to leave trying to ignore any butterflies that were forming. The longer he looked at you, the harder it was to remember that you weren’t his anymore. You stop him leaving by holding onto his arm. God he hopes you can’t feel the goosebumps. “I know you two don’t talk but if you happen to run into Eddie please don’t tell him” there it was. Munson was your boyfriend now, despite how much Steve wishes he could have you back. “I think the nose will give it away”. You nodded your head “I know but I'll think of a lie. If he finds out Chase did it. He’ll get in a fight and end up looking a lot worse than me.” Steve agreed not like there was much chance of seeing Eddie, they avoided each other like the plague. But if agreeing made you happy he would. He also relished in the fact that he would know something about you Eddie wouldn't. This would be your little secret. “I promise, now rest. I'll call tomorrow to check on the patient”.

You were supposed to be at Eddie’s at 7 pm but now it was 10 pm, and he was beyond worried. He had called your house, receiving no one had answered, so to stop the terrible paranoid thoughts in his head, he drove over. His van pulled to a stretching halt. He looked out of his window to see your ex-boyfriend walking away from your house. What the hell was he doing? He had lost you So he had no right to be around you after breaking your heart. He hated how forgiven you could be. He quickly got out of the car storming over to Steve ready to confront him.

“Surely that can't be Steve Harrington leaving my y/n’s house”. Steve smirked “looks like it to me”. if looks could kill Steve would be dead. But that's all it was a glare. He moved closer to Steve, he wanted to hit him. He couldn't though because he knew you would hate it if he hurt Steve but someone had to wipe that smug look off his face. “Care to explain why you're here”.

Steve's face didn’t change “well someone had to be there for them.” Eddie clenched his fists “you lost that right a while ago. I don't know what this act is but you can drop it. They aren't gonna fuck you”. Steve laughed, why did you have to go for him? Steve couldn't understand what you saw in Munson. “I already have...Many times” he emphasized the word ‘Many’. He gets in Eddie’s face. How dare he say anything about Steve wanting to fuck you, when that's what Eddie did when you were with Steve. He waited till you were at your lowest and slithered in. That had always been how Steve saw it and it made him hate Eddie more. “I can be their friend without wanting to fuck them, unlike some people.” he barged passed Eddie. “I wouldn't knock she looked like she was pretty tired out”

Eddie turned around and got into Steve’s face holding onto his collar “wanna go Harrington?”. He smirked again, Eddie couldn't wait to wipe that look off his face with his fist. “tonight made me pretty tired too so I'll have to rain check”. Steve slipped out of Eddie’s grip to leave in his car. Eddie was stunned. Surely you two hadn't done anything. It would explain why you hadn't answered the phone or met for your date. No. His thoughts were getting the better of him, he might not trust Steve but he trusts you.

Something wasn't right but with the foul mood Harrington had put him in, he decided not to find out tonight. Seeing you now would only cause an argument so he got back into his van. Slamming his head into the steering wheel in frustration.

It Can't All Be Bullshit

Read part 2 here

Eddie Munson x fem Reader x Steve Harrington (unfortunately no steddie in this)

Summary: pinning after your best friend can be hard, especially when he doesn’t seem to like you back. You were trying to get over a crush the last thing you needed was another.

AN: this and the next chapter have been in my drafts for far too long so I thought I'd post them (not the best piece of writing but I like the story) I have tried to prove read it but I have dyslexia so sorry for any mistakes

Warnings: Angst, use of Y/n, mention of break ups, miscommunication, drug and alcohol use, swearing

Word count: about 2000 words

Halloween night 1985

Of all the people you had to have a crush on, why did it have to be your annoying, oblivious dork of a best friend? You knew you needed to get over it, and even if there ever was a chance of being with him, you feared you’d lose him. You weren’t what Eddie wanted in a girl, and you knew that. You were surprised he kept you around now with how much you nagged at him. It’s not like it was all the time, but someone had to look out for that boy, especially if he wasn’t going to do it for himself.

Eddie interrupted your plans for a Halloween movie night, which you had planned out for a month, costumes included. If anyone were to look at you together, they would assume you were a couple; most people did. You were dressed as Jack and Wendy Torrance from the shinning. He even let you put makeup on him to give him the frostbite effect. So when he suddenly announced he had to go to Tina’s party to deal, you were annoyed. You tried not to nag, even though you hated the sound of your voice at this point. Plus, he promised it would only be an hour tops, and then you could get takeout with some of his earnings so that you couldn’t complain, especially when he looked at you with those eyes. You could never say no.

You weren’t the biggest fan of drugs or him dealing them; you knew he was better than that life. But you understood how hard things were on him and his uncle, so as long as it wasn’t forever, it wasn’t really bad drugs, you let it be. You never liked to be around when he dealt, though. Something about watching it made you feel weird. You could never explain why. Eddie was kind, though, and he never did anything in front of you. He didn’t even smoke weed, especially after that one time when he got super paranoid and scared you. You weren’t part of that life. You didn’t do drugs, you didn’t drink, and you didn’t party. It’s not that you were boring. It was just never you. Hey, maybe you were boring, but at least you didn't need drugs to enjoy yourself. You liked to be in control.

You are currently leaning against the countertop in the kitchen, sticking out like a sore thumb with a Coke in your hand. You look at the clock, he’s 30 minutes late. You were trying to turn a new leaf, so you were trying to be understanding, even if his time-wasting was cutting into your Halloween plans. You couldn’t take your eyes off the clock, not like there were other things to watch at this party: teenagers making out, getting too drunk or being sick. The clock seemed more appealing. When it hit the 2-hour mark, you started worrying, so you looked for him. What you didn’t expect to find was him in the garden with a blunt in his hand and his other hand on a blonde’s thigh.

The voice in your head telling you not to nag was now becoming quieter with how annoyed you were. He ditched you, and he was smoking, which showed he had no intention of continuing your plans. He just wanted to get high and laid. “Eddie!” you said loud and stern enough for him to hear you, but too high he was in his bubble with his girl for the night. “Edward Munson!” you said louder; he only ever hears that name when in trouble, so subconsciously, he straightened his back and tried to hide the blunt, failing miserably. He turned around to face you, he waved “Hi darling”. You glared at him. “Are you high, darling?” a mocking tone coming from your voice, using his usual pet name for you against him.

He pitched his fingers together “a little”. Eddie always thought you looked cute when you were mad; he usually tried to get you a little angry so he could see that face. Usually, though, he could hide his smile and keep a straight face since he was sober. But now, when he tried to keep a straight face, he couldn’t; even more irritating for you, he couldn't stop giggling, making the girl to his right giggle, too. “If you wanted to go party instead, you should have told me; you didn’t need to lie”. If Eddie were sober, he would see how hurt you were, but in his mind, this was a joke, “you don’t have to stay. You can go home and watch the films. Tell me what happens”. You freeze; this is why you hated High Eddie; he never realised how hurtful he came across. How selfish he became. And when he finally sobers up enough to realise you must forgive him because he ‘wasn’t in his right mind’. It’s a frustrating cycle, which is why he stopped smoking in front of you. Except for now, apparently. That’s probably why he ditched you so that you wouldn’t find out.

Hurtful words were on your tongue, but you were in your right mind, so you could never say them. You knew you wouldn’t mean them. You were just hurt, so you stormed off straight out the front door, but when you made it to the front porch, it was like you were stuck in glue. You couldn’t leave whether he was being a dick or not. He was still your best friend, and you need to ensure he was safe. He shouldn’t drive high, and knowing him, he would try. So you waited. You couldn’t go back into the hell hole that was Tina’s Halloween party, so you waited on a porch swing. The air was bitter tonight, so you were glad your costume provided a jumper, not that it looked like a costume anymore without a partner to go with it.

Your eyes were drifting shut with how tired and bored you were, that was until you heard a huge slam come from beside you, making you flinch. You weren’t the only one having a terrible time at this party; Steve was having an even worse one. “You got cigarettes?”. He didn’t look at you, so you didn’t realise he was talking to you. That was until you felt his glare burning into you. You knew that look wasn’t meant for you, but it still made you feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was due to the shots you could tell he had taken from the blue tint to his lips, or perhaps he had gotten into a fight. But this look wasn’t meant for you, but it didn't make it any less scary when you were in his firing line. “Huh?”. With the way he spoke to you next, you could have sworn you had done something to hurt his feelings. “Are you deaf I said do you have any smokes?” he spoke slowly like you were a dumb child. He tutted at you and turned away from you “bullshit”. He kept repeating like a madman.

Jesus, was he that addicted to nicotine, you thought. Even if he did make you feel a little uncomfortable, especially since you knew he was a jock, and even though they didn’t necessarily pick on you because, in their words, “you were a girl,” they bullied your friends so you knew how bad they could be. But even for a jock, this was dramatic “fucking hell, I’m sorry, I don’t have any” you said a little sarcastically. He stopped his repetition and looked over his shoulder at you. “What?” He said with anger still laced in his voice, like you did anything to deserve his rage. You didn’t know why you were wasting your breath on him, but Eddie had pissed you off, and you needed to get the annoyance out somehow. “Are you deaf? I said I’m sorry, I don’t have any”.

He thought he knew girls well, but after tonight, he wasn’t sure, and he didn’t want to figure out what was wrong with you either. He couldn’t be bothered by the grief. “Fuck off”. You couldn’t tell if his words were in reaction to what you said or if he meant it. That was until he repeated it, and you saw the look on his face, and the tears in his eyes that he didn’t realise were there. You didn’t know what was happening with him, but it was not your place to sort it. You were making it worse.

So you went back into the party, to look for two people, firstly Tommy Hagan everyone knew he was Harrington’s best friend, so even if you didn’t like Tommy you couldn’t leave someone when they were like that. It would only make you as bad as them. You found him around the beer pong table. You lightly tapped his shoulder as you couldn’t deal with another boy's wrath tonight. He turned around, looking you up and down, smirking. “What are you supposed to be a virgin?” You rolled your eyes. You knew you could think of a comeback and put him in his place, but now wasn’t the time; you needed to get him outside, and you didn’t want to announce that his friend, the king of Hawkin High, was crying on the lawn in front of everyone. You weren't cruel. “Can you just come outside with me?” The room erupted into “oh”, as if you were suggesting something sexual. “Wait, was I right about the virgin thing? Is the freak not giving you any? Do you want a real man instead?” He said, getting closer to you. He smelt of beer and body odour, but you let him closer so you could whisper in his ear. “Your boy is outside, and something’s happened. I’d go and sort it if I was you”. He looked at you confused and nodded. He walked out, but not before smacking you on the ass. “I’ll see you later, darling?”. God, he was the most enormous prick. You couldn’t hold your tongue anymore. “Is that with your girlfriend or alone?”.

Eddie came sauntering alone into the room after hearing your voice, “I hope you’re not starting fights”, he said, putting his arm around your shoulder out of comfort. You ignored his question, not wanting to get into it now. “You ready to go?” You looked at him and weakly smiled. Eddie couldn’t tell, though he was still high as a kite, just in the mellow stage, so all he could see was you smiling. You took the keys out of his pocket and led him to the van. On your way out, you walked past Tommy and Steve on the porch swing. Steve’s leg bounced. “She said we were bullshit”, he kept repeating; you were glad Eddie wasn’t sober enough to hear it. Otherwise, he would definitely use it against him. Everything about his mood towards you started to make sense. He and Nancy had clearly broken up. So you gave him a smile and a nod of acknowledgement as you left, which he only glared at. You didn't mind, though you were just glad he wasn’t alone, even if that meant being with Tommy.

You drove Eddie home, struggling to get his dead weight onto the bed and to get his shoes off. You were about to leave for your car outside when Eddie's hand grabbed for yours. “Stay”. This used to be one of the only things you liked about him being high, the cuddles and needing attention. However, right now, this was probably the worst thing for your heart when you were trying to get over him, but when you looked at his face, how could you say no if that made him happy, even if it would end up hurting you.

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Something About Books and Covers - Eddie Munson

Eddie is a metalhead. I'm a metalhead. We're perfect, right? Right. Anyways, I sat down and wrote this for almost 3 hours straight with only one bathroom break...I don't expect this to pop off lmao

Warnings: Possibly triggering content, bullying (physical and religion based cause metal music was considered of the devil in the 80s) , very fluffy in the beginning, very angsty in the middle, then back to very fluffy, and very slight spoilers for S4 i guess? But not really.

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Eddie was ecstatic. Metallica was finally coming to Indiana and there was no way he was missing this tour date. No way in hell. 

It was on a school night, but he couldn’t care less. He’s skipped school so many times already so he didn’t care that he'd miss a couple days, it wouldn’t make much difference anyway, he knew he would already have to repeat the grade regardless. So why not?

He hadn’t seen Metallica before, never having the money or transportation to take him to one of their concerts, but finally having a driver's license and having saved up some money from summer jobs, he would finally be able to see one of his favorite bands.

He was talking to his friends about how excited he was about it. He wore a smug grin when they expressed their jealousy. He was a little disappointed that none of his friends could go with him, but he also didn’t mind going to the concert alone. Besides, it’s not like he’d be paying attention to them during the set anyway. Driving home would be the worst part because he just knew that he’d be exhausted after the fact. But something his friend said suddenly caught his undivided attention. “Sorry, can you repeat that please?” Eddie voiced.

“I said, I heard a rumor that Y/n girl was going to that concert tomorrow night too. I heard some of her friends talking about it at their lockers.”

Eddie scoffed. “There’s no way. I mean, look at her, she looks like she listens to Cyndi Lauper or Madonna or some shit.” He chuckled. “That girl wouldn’t be caught dead at a metal concert.”

“I don’t know, man. Her friends seemed pretty upset about it.”

“Dude, I bet my life savings that there’s no way she is going. It’s impossible. She goes to Harrington parties dude, trust me, it’s just a rumor.”

As Eddie got ready for the concert that next day, he couldn’t help but think about what his friends were talking about. He also couldn’t help but laugh. Picturing you at a metal concert was a hilarious thought. You’d stick out like a sore thumb. For Eddie, he wouldn’t even go near a concert that wasn’t metal, they’d probably stone him to death or something. He scared people, he made them uncomfortable, just by being himself. It was bullshit.

Eddie quickly shook those negative thoughts out of his head, he was not going to go into a mindspace that would put a bummer on his whole night. He turned up his radio all the way and belted out every song that came on his mixtape, trying not to get into a crash from headbanging.

He made sure to get there early, hence skipping school. He needed to get a good spot, hopefully near the front at the barricade. That would be a dream. But this was the first time Metallica ever had a show in Indiana, so there were a bunch of people who even camped outside the building. Yeah…these were Eddie’s people. Didn’t see you in the line though. He didn’t know why he was looking, it’s not like he wanted you there, he was just really curious.

As everyone started to pile into the venue, he felt the nervous excitement bubble up in his chest, almost like the time when he got his first tattoo, but this was obviously different. This was excitement to see a band that inspired him, that he looked up to, a band that made his life significantly better. He’d remember this night forever.

Eddie cheered along with the rest of the crowd as the opening band came on, he knew a couple of their songs but he was really only there for Metallica, but he’d enjoy himself regardless. And he got a pretty decent view considering the larger crowd, and his height helped. He felt bad if anyone behind him was shorter, he’d absolutely hate it if he was behind a taller person. There was this one kid behind him, holding a sign that said it was his first concert. That warmed Eddie’s heart, he couldn’t not let the kid move in front of him.

From his new spot, he could still see the stage pretty well, so he was thankful for that. But the new spot also gave him a chance to have a better look around to see who was in the crowd. It’s not like he wanted to people watch, he had that done to him too many times already, but he did like seeing who else was in the crowd to see who he could be friends with if they looked interesting enough. But one person only really stood out to him.

Eddie couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing. It must’ve been a hallucination, right? There was no way you were at this same concert. You, miss straight A’s and future valedictorian and member of the student council, were at a metal concert? On a school night? Eddie must’ve been dreaming because there was no way someone like you would be in a place like this.

Eddie pinched himself a few times, almost breaking his own skin, but he was still not waking up. Damn…he wasn’t dreaming. 

You couldn’t have been there of your own volition, he decided. You must’ve been dragged here by a boyfriend or best friend…or it was a dare. But from where Eddie stood, it looked like you were having fun. You were even dressed in a slightly different getup, not completely far from what you normally wore in school, but enough that you didn’t look too out of place. But to everyone else, you probably looked like you were in your element. They didn’t have the knowledge Eddie did.

It’s not like you were one of those stereotypical popular girls, he never saw you be mean to anyone or partake in the bullying of nerds and outcasts like the jocks. Granted, you weren’t a jock, but you were still a popular. You were actually pushing people around on the outskirts of a mosh pit with a huge smile on your face, the biggest smile he’d ever seen you wear. It was kind of…attractive. He had a hard time paying attention to the opening bands, he was so enthralled watching you in his preferred environment. He didn’t know why, but he felt a bit of pride even though he didn’t really know you. Maybe he’d have to change that.

While the stage crew set up Metallica’s equipment, Eddie pushed through the crowd to get where you were, apologizing to every person he pushed past until he finally was next to you. “Well, well, look who it is. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Your eyes widened in excitement, wearing that big smile like you had been earlier, it made Eddie’s stomach feel like it was doing somersaults. “Oh, hi! Eddie, right?” You replied. Well, he definitely didn’t expect you to know his name.

“Uh, yeah.” Eddie cleared his throat nervously. “What’re you doing here?” He tried not to sound accusatory, but that edge was still in his tone. He didn’t want to come off as an asshole, but this scene was important to him and he didn’t want someone who didn’t enjoy the music to spoil the atmosphere.

You caught on to his attitude immediately, raising an eyebrow. “Same reason why you’re here, I’d assume.”

“Mm, sorry that I kinda doubt that.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Well, you’re…you. Popular, straight A student, someone who hangs out with people that makes fun of people like me.”

“Oh, so, people who do well in school can’t possibly like this kind of music right?”

Eddie winced, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Well, no…it’s just, I never expected you to like this kind of music.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover. You of all people should know that, right? Or is everyone right about you, that you’re a devil worshiping freak?”

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. I got a little protective. This is my safe space and I was just worried you’d…ya know, ruin it or something.” Eddie mumbled, fidgeting with the ends of his hair, then holding out his hand. “Truce?”

You stared at his hand for a moment before rolling your eyes with a smirk. “Yeah, okay, truce.” Taking his hand, you almost shivered at the cold metal of his rings that lined his fingers. You had always thought he was attractive, the jock types never really interested you, but Eddie was interesting. There was just something so alluring about him. The rough start was more than a little concerning, but at least he apologized.

Nobody really knew that you were a metalhead, it was something that you kept on a need to know basis. Hearing society’s opinion about metal music didn’t really make you comfortable to be open about it. Almost everyone thought people who listened to metal were a devil worshiper or a serial killer. You had heard people talking about how Richard Ramirez listened to heavy metal and that must be why he was going on a killing spree, though it was mostly middle aged Christian women you had heard talking that way, but it still wasn’t very reassuring.

You always admired Eddie from afar, but you were always too afraid to talk to him, even about the similar music taste. He seemed nice enough, but then again, you both were from two completely different worlds. It just didn’t seem likely to happen. You had always planned to go to this concert, and when you found out that Eddie would be too, you felt like the stars aligned. Even if you never saw him in the crowd, you would be happy to know that he was at least in the same building as you, as creepy as that sounds. But when he actually made an effort to talk to you, it was almost as good as being at the concert.

After the truce, you both got to talking before the headliner finally played. You actually had some common interests. Eddie played the guitar and you had always wanted to, he said that he could try to teach you sometime, which was unexpected. You hoped the dim lighting in the building would hide your blush, but you could see a smirk on Eddie’s face in the corner of your eye. Thankfully, the lights completely dimmed and the stage lights coming on signaling that Metallica was finally coming on saved you from further embarrassment.

And out came Metallica, James Hetfield front and center in all his glory. It was a real starstruck moment, for both you and Eddie.

Every once in a while, you and Eddie would glance over at each other, huge smiles on both of your faces and slightly sweaty from jumping around and singing to the tops of your lungs. It was surprisingly intimate. You loved seeing Eddie in his natural habitat, you could tell how much this concert meant to him. It was really a sight to behold, if your eyes weren’t on the band you were looking at Eddie. The same thing could be said for him as well. Eddie didn’t know how to handle seeing you like this, it was a fine line between surprise and arousal, he didn’t know if the scale would tip by the time the night ended.

You and Eddie laughed as you both were squished together by the force of the crowd, the only way for him to be truly comfortable was for him to wrap his arm around your shoulders but you didn’t mind. It actually felt nice, despite the humid heat that enveloped the whole crowd, making your exposed skin stick to his leather jacket. Sometimes you’d stumble onto him, but he always made sure to never let you fall. You were grateful that he was your tall person that saved you from being crushed by crowd surfers, making sure your head was ducked before he’d help the person. You got kicked a couple of times, but it was no big deal. You were sure you’d have bruises by the time you got home.

As the band started playing their encore, you and Eddie held onto each other and sang along as loud as you could, knowing all the lyrics by heart. The two of you weren’t each looking at the band, you both were practically singing to each other. Your mouth was so sore from smiling so much, and you could tell that you wouldn’t be able to talk properly after singing for so long.

As Metallica said goodnight and walked off the stage, you felt the post-concert depression already kick in. It was over all too soon, but it was in part because you and Eddie probably wouldn’t even talk to each other after this. You didn’t want that to happen. You wanted to have someone who would go to concerts with you. You didn’t really feel like any of your other friends truly saw you. Music was important to you, and someone like Eddie would understand that. You’ve only hung out with him for a few hours, not even talking to each other, but you already felt closer to him than anyone else.

Eddie kept his arm around you as you both walked out of the building with the rest of the crowd, the cold air instantly making the sweat on your skin feel freezing. You knew you should’ve brought a heavier jacket. He noticed you shivering and he quickly removed his own jacket, putting it around your shoulders. The inside of the jacket felt like a warm blanket, encompassing you and the scent of sweat mixed with cologne filled your nostrils, Eddie’s scent. It brought that blush back to your cheeks, but at least you could blame it on the cold air this time. 

“So…do you have a ride home? Or did you drive here?” Eddie asked after a beat of awkward silence.

“Oh, I was just gonna hail a cab. I just had a family member drop me off.”

“I drove here, I can give you a ride.” Eddie pointed to his van that was parked in the lot outside the venue. “It’s pretty busted up, there’s no air conditioning or heat, and it makes this weird clanking noise sometimes...but it’s something.”

“Yeah, it’s something.” You giggled, wrapping his jacket around you tighter. “Can I keep wearing the jacket?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course! Can’t let you freeze to death now, can I?” He grinned, tugging you by the jacket sleeve to lead you to his van. 

It was still really cold inside the van, but now being alone with Eddie, you felt the heat from your blush all over your body. You tried not to wince as the van’s engine rattled loudly as he started the vehicle, it definitely sounded like it was crying out for a tuneup. Hopefully it wouldn’t die on the way back home. You told Eddie your address, thankfully it wasn’t too far out of the way. It wasn’t on the wealthy side of town, but you didn’t live in a trailer park like Eddie, it was someone in the middle and only round fifteen minutes from where he lived.

You felt guilty as you let your head rest against the window, your eyelids feeling heavier than you expected. This wasn’t exactly your first rodeo, but you used up a lot of energy during the show. “Ugh, I’m sorry I’m falling asleep.” You chuckled weakly.

“Oh, that’s okay. Go ahead, I’m good by myself. I’m a veteran at this point. I’ve only been in a couple car crashes.” He smirked, chuckling to himself when your eyes widened. “Seriously though, you can sleep. I’ll wake you up when we’re in Hawkins.”

“Thanks, Eddie.” You spoke softly, the drowsiness taking over your body quickly and making your eyes close for the rest of the trip.

Keeping his eyes on the road proved to be more difficult than Eddie had anticipated. He couldn’t stop himself from glazing over at your sleeping form, and you looked so peaceful. He couldn’t believe you were actually allowing him to drive you home. It seemed tonight was full of surprises. He almost didn’t want to wake you up when he saw the “You are now entering Hawkins” sign, but your sleepy voice and tired smile definitely made up for it.

“I’ll tell you when to turn.” You yawned, tucking your knees to your chest as close as you could to try and retain some warmth, Eddie’s large jacket almost swallowing your torso and legs.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, do you listen to Cyndi Lauper?”

You snorted followed by a couple giggles. “That’s a random question.”

“Well, do you?”

“Yeah, of course.” You chuckled. “What?” You asked when you saw his facial expression.

“Nothing, just not surprised.” He smirked.

“Oh and what, you don’t like Lauper?”

“I listen to real music.”

You laughed loudly, almost startling Eddie. “Ah, so you’re one of those metal elitists, huh? You think your music is the only real music? Time after time? Girls just wanna have fun? Come on, no human on earth can’t not like those songs.” Eddie only shrugged, a toothy grin on his face that reeked of smugness. “Expand your horizons, Eds. You’re missing out.” You were too giggly to realize what you had called him, but he definitely did. It managed to wipe off his smug grin. “Oh, you turn here.” You pointed out.

A loud silence came over the two of you as Eddie parked in front of your home and turned off the engine, the shared exhaustion between the two of you apparent. But Eddie looked over to you with a smile. “I should’ve said this earlier, but I had a lot of fun. Best concert I’ve been to yet.”

“Me too.”

“So,” He turned to you, “what happens now? Are we just gonna go back to our respective lives? Ignore each other in the halls until the next concert we find ourselves at?”

You frowned. “Eddie, come on. I’m not going to ignore you just because of what other people think. I’m not as shallow as you think.”

“So, we can still be concert partners?”

“I was thinking more than that. We can be actual friends.”

“Wow, we’re moving on up, huh?” He chuckled.

“Sorry, Eds, but you’re now officially stuck with me.”

“Not the worst fate in the world.” He smiled softly, looking into your eyes intensely.

Before you could overthink it, you leaned over and kissed Eddie on the cheek. “Goodnight, Eddie.” You smiled before getting out of the van, not looking back to see his reaction as you entered your home, leaning against the now closed door and giggling to yourself.

Unlike Eddie, you didn’t skip school the next day after that long night, you still had responsibilities. But you quickly regretted it as you walked through the halls of Hawkins High, hearing whispers and dirty looks getting sent your way as you made your way to your locker. It was mostly the jocks, the people you typically hung out with, which disappointed you even more, especially if they were talking about what you think they were. You even heard some hushed laughter from behind you, causing you to turn around to see some of your other friends looking at you with not so hidden smirks. Thankfully, it was only that, just whispers and looks, until lunch.

You sighed as you saw Hawkins' own golden boy Jason started making his way to your lunch table with a mischievous smirk on his face. You just played it cool, talked to him like you usually would. “Hi, Jason.” You smiled.

Jason looked back at his friends before he sat down in front of you. “Hey, Y/n. So, me and the boys heard some rumors about you today and I just wanted to hear your thoughts on it before I made any opinions.” He said, but it was clear he already made up his mind about you.

You chuckled flatly. “And what rumors would those be?”

“We heard that you were hanging with that Munson freak last night. You went to one of those devil worshiping sessions disguised as a music concert, even though it’s not even music, it’s just noise. It’s in your best interest to tell the truth.”

“Is that a threat, Carver?” You spat, your expression hardening.

“Just answer the question.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. I was at a concert last night, and Eddie was there. He was kind enough to drive me home too.”

Jason sighed in feign disappointment, clearly trying to hide his smirk. “I gotta say, I’m pretty disappointed in you, Y/n. I thought you were better than this. I thought you were a church goer, what would your pastor say?”

“I wasn’t aware that he was the boss of me, or you, for that matter.”

“I’m just trying to look out for my fellow brothers and sisters. You’re going down a dark path. Once you start hanging with the wrong crowd, it’s a slippery slope.”

A feeling of dread came over you when Jason looked back at his friends, trying to be subtle as he nodded back at them, the exchange causing their faces to light up in excitement. Expecting him to say more, he only gave you a sad smile as he left your table. And for the rest of the school day, that fake smile was all you could think about it, how sinister it felt. Your panic really started when you couldn’t find your bike, the lock you had on it had been broken off. Then, you felt a pair of strong hands take hold of your shoulders. You turned to look at one of the jocks from the basketball team, a huge smirk on his face.

You kicked and screamed, but either there was no one around to hear or no one cared. He and other jocks helped drag you to the back of the school, where Jason and the rest of the basketball and some of the cheerleading team were waiting for your grand entrance.

You didn’t know how long it was until they all let you go, but the sun was starting to set, but then again, the sun always set early during winter. It felt like an eternity, but you were just glad they finally got bored of you.

Your outer layers of clothing were ripped, your jeans and jacket having rips and holes in them. They’d have to be replaced. You had scratches and bruises and cuts galore. Bruises, and scratches, and cuts, oh my! You weakly chuckled at your own joke, immediately regretting doing so since your sides were bruised pretty badly. You dreaded having to walk home, they stole your bike so you had no choice. Your house was so far and you absolutely missed the bus, but there was one person who’s home was closer, and he wouldn’t turn you away. You just hoped he was home.

You were relieved to see Eddie’s van in the driveway, and you shakily raised you fist to knock on the door, surprised how quickly he answered. He was stunned for a moment as he looked you up and down with his eyebrows tightly knitted together, before he finally spoke. “What the hell happened to you?” He ushered you into his trailer, making you take a seat on his couch.

“Jason and the basketball team.” You replied with a wince, seeing Eddie’s concerned and confused face turn into seething rage. “Guess the whole school found out I was one of those devil worshipers.” You finger quoted, a weak smile on your face.

“They did this to you?” Eddie seethed.

“Well, they held me down while their cheerleaders beat the shit outta me for them.”

“That’s so fucked up.” He almost yelled, pacing back and forth in his living room while grasping at his hair. “God, I am so sorry.” His voice wavered, tears welling up in his eyes as he gazed at you.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault, Eds. But, it would be nice if you could drive me home. They stole my bike and your place was closer.” You chuckled.

“Hold on, I think I have a first aid kit laying around here somewhere. They’re essential when living on this side of town.” You watched with slight amusement as Eddie frantically searched around his trailer for his first aid kit, it was pretty cute and you would have laughed if you weren’t in pain. “Ah, found it!” He walked back and sat next to you, emptying the whole box onto the cushions with shaking hands. “Don’t worry, I know how to patch someone up. Had to learn how to do that pretty early in life.” He chuckled nervously.

“Hey,” You grabbed ahold of his hand, “I’m okay. These wounds are just superficial, they’ll be gone in a week or so.”

Eddie stayed silent, staring at your hand that held his and hesitantly placing his other hand on top of yours, delicately running his thumb over your knuckles. “This never should’ve happened.”

“You’re telling me.” You tried to joke, but Eddie’s face quickly told you that this was not the time to be joking. “Sorry. But I’ll be fine, really. I probably won’t be at school tomorrow though.”

“I wouldn’t let you anyway.”

“Oh really?” You smirked.

Eddie finally gave you a weak smile, his larger hands enveloping yours. “Let me clean you up though, okay?” You nodded, letting him clean and dress your small wounds. He was gentle, his touch as feather light as possible. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than you already were. His fingertips running along your skin made you shiver. “Cold?”

“Uh, yeah, a bit.” You stuttered. “Oh, that reminds me, I still have your jacket from last night. I have to remember to return it to you.”

Eddie shook his head. “Nah, I’ll let you borrow it for a bit. You look cute in it, especially because it’s mine.” Those kinds of comments can give people heart attacks, you specifically.

“I’ll be sure to wear it often then.” You replied, wearing a small smirk on your face.

“Well, I’m…I’m all done. Did you want to go home now?”

“Do I have the option to stay? For a little while?”

Eddie smiled softly. “Of course.”

You couldn’t recall how you ended up in Eddie’s bed, but you welcomed it nonetheless. You especially welcomed the heat from his body that was against you, his arm draped over your side and holding you to his chest with a hand on your back. You didn’t realize how comfortable being held in someone’s arms could be, but it was probably because of who was holding you. 

You had woken up before Eddie, but that just meant you got to admire his face. He was so cute, you couldn’t help but lean up to gently kiss his stubbly chin. Apparently, that was enough to stir him awake. “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, smiling sweetly. Eddie briefly turned to look at his alarm clock on his bedside table, groaning in annoyance. “Time?”

Eddie frowned. “If I don’t tell you, will you go back to sleep?”

“No. Sorry.”

He sighed. “I guess I’ll take you home now. But I’m gonna come see you tomorrow, no doubt about that.”

“Can’t argue that.”

The next couple days went by smoothly. Eddie helped take care of you, even though you didn’t need help but you quickly learned you couldn’t win an argument with this boy. You knew he felt guilty for what happened, even though it wasn’t his fault. You tried convincing him of that, but he wouldn’t listen. You also learned that he was extremely stubborn, but who isn’t nowadays. You did dread going back to school, you were more embarrassed than anything else. You probably should’ve been scared, but it was hard when you had Eddie by your side. You’ve known him for a very short time but you already would go to war for each other. The power of music.

But when you walked through the halls, no one even looked at you. Almost everyone moved out of your way when you walked anywhere. You caught some stares, but they looked more fearful than disgusted. You noticed that Jason was nowhere to be seen. It was strange because he wasn't the type to miss school. You heard he had gotten in a car accident, he was driving drunk and ran a stop sign, another car ramming him and getting him a couple broken bones in the process. You thought about asking Eddie, but something told you not to. Either way, you were glad he’d be out of your hair for awhile.

But your curiosity finally peaked when Jason came back and…actually apologized to you. You thought he’d gun for you as soon as he came back, but he apologized. You almost thought that maybe a near death experience knocked some sense into him, but he looked too scared when he was saying sorry to you. It was suspicious, to say the least. You decided to finally bring it up to Eddie.

“Jason was acting pretty weird this morning.” You spoke up after school in his trailer, which became a regular hang out spot for you if Eddie wasn’t at your place.

“What? Why? What did he say to you? Did he threaten you? I swear to Christ, if he-”

“No, no!” You interrupted. “No, he told me he was sorry for what he did to me that day, said he wasn’t thinking straight, among other things.”

“Oh.”

“It just got me thinking, because that’s not like him at all.”

“How would you know what his typical behavior is like?”

“Well, I used to hang out with his crowd and him, for one. Plus, people like him never admit their wrongs, even if it kills them.”

“Guess he’d rather apologize than get killed…”

You narrowed your eyes, thoroughly analyzing Eddie’s expressions and body language. He was fidgeting with his rings, something he always did when he was nervous. And he was looking anywhere else but you. You scoffed in amusement. “You made him crash his car, didn’t you?”

“What? No, I don’t know what you’re talking about. He was the one who ran a spot sign while drinking, okay? It had nothing to do with me.” You only smiled smugly in response, eliciting a heavy sigh from him. “Alright, alright, fine. Yes, I…may have had a tiny part in that.”

“How?” You stuttered, amazed.

“I have some connections. I wasn’t gonna kill him or anything, I swear. I just wanted to scare him a bit. But then…well…it went a little further than I intended. I made him apologize to you, well, more like blackmailed him into apologizing.” Eddie looked up at you nervously, putting on his best puppy dog eyes. “Don’t hate me, please.”

“Oh, Eddie…” You frowned. “I could never hate you. I’m actually pretty impressed. Not gonna lie, I really wanted something bad to happen to that guy. I hope that doesn’t make me a bad person.”

“Y/n, you are literally the opposite of a bad person.” He said with an almost lovesick smile. You couldn’t handle it anymore…

Eddie let out a surprised noise as you suddenly leaned forward to capture his lips in a passionate, desperate kiss. You had wanted to do this ever since that night at the concert, so you were incredibly relieved when he reciprocated with fervor, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap.

You tangled your fingers in his long hair, gently pulling at the roots to elicit a groan from the man. After days and days of tension, having it finally break was almost overwhelming, but you couldn’t ask for anything better. You learned many things about Eddie, now happily learning how intoxicating his lips were. They moved against yours perfectly, his expertise not lost on you. You didn’t want it to end, you wanted to feel him against you forever, but you both had to come up for air.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You smiled, chuckling breathlessly.

“Honestly, I have ever since I saw you in that mosh pit.” Eddie said, making you giggle. “So, I guess we’re moving on up again. From concert buddies to concert partners, yeah?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

~~~~~~~~~~

aw man...it hurts but my heart is also full

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑  

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒    ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓  ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔  

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕    ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖   ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

I hope you enjoy this chapter! - Love, Kiki 🖤  

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Eddie Munson x female reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |   THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks    to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt  against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world  that might be more  persistent  than you’d thought: Evil…and love. The story is told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut, it turned into a fix it fic for ST4

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (you need to be 18+ to read this story!), angst with a happy ending, attempted assault, bullying, canon-typical violence  

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | ~ 11 k (it’s easy to split the reading into chunks if you like)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | allusions to SMUT (only read if you’re 18+ years old! virgin!Eddie x virgin!reader), mentions of attempted assault, canon-typical gore & violence, blood, mentions of spiders

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.  

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝   𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑  

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒    ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓  ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔  

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕    ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖   ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

[Sunday, March 24th, 1986. NOW.]

“He got her. Vecna got her.”

There was a heartbeat of shell-shocked silence, as frozen in time as the mirror realm he was standing in right now, while Eddie’s whisper drifted through the air, floating there for a moment alongside the lazy swirl of tiny white particles.

As terror hacked its freezing claws into Eddie’s chest, a terror he’d never felt in his life before.

Not when the cops had gotten him for the first time because one of the jocks from the basketball team had set him up on a drug deal.

Not when Jason Carver had gotten him at the boathouse, threatened to break every single bone in his body and his hands so he’d never be able to play his treasured guitar again.

Not even when Chrissy Cunningham had found her violent death on the ceiling of his trailer.

“WE NEED MUSIC!!!”

It took a second for Eddie to register that the frantic scream which tore through the silence like scissors through a piece of paper to snap them all out of their shaken daze had been his own.

Chaos broke lose.

“What’s her favorite song?!”

“NANCY! ROBIN! WHAT’S HER FAVORITE SONG?!”

Czytaj dalej

DAYS LIKE THIS — stranger things

PAIRINGS: eddie munson x gf!reader

SUMMARY: after a long day of cuddling and sex, you decide to treat your man with dinner and even more attention.

WARNINGS: afab reader. mentions of sex. eddie not wanting to eat his vegetables.

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

The smell of baked chicken and fresh roasted green beans filled the trailer. You stirred the potatoes that were boiling in a pot of water as the sounds of your boyfriend, Eddie, strumming his guitar in his room filled your ears.

You were dressed in a long sleeve shirt of Eddie’s and a pair of thigh highs to keep your legs warm. The subtle sore feeling of your cunt made you think about earlier that morning when you and Eddie went round after round in his bed after Wayne left for work.

The oven timer rang, alerting you out of your thoughts to pull out the chicken from the oven. You grabbed a worn out oven mit from the drawer and grabbed the pan of chicken and placed it on the counter to rest, then you pulled out the steaming hot green beans, which were covered in garlic salt and pepper.

The potatoes were fork tender, you drained the water and doctored them up with milk and butter with some salt and pepper. You took your potato masher and mixed all the ingredients together to make some mashed potatoes.

After everything cooled, you plated up the food for the three of you. You covered Wayne’s plate with foil and stuck it in the microwave for him to have when he got home.

“Eddie!” You shouted down the hall as you brought him his plate.

“Yeah baby?” He called back. You opened his door to see him strumming his guitar shirtless with a pair of sweats on, his tattoo on display for you to see.

You smiled at your handsome boyfriend as you sat on his bed next to him.

“I made you dinner,”

“aw, baby…thank you…I’m starving!” He laughed.

You scooped up some potatoes on the fork and held it up to his mouth for him to eat. He willing ate them off the fork and groaned at the taste of the creamy mash.

“Fuck baby, you make the best mashed potatoes..” you giggled at his compliment.

He laid his guitar on his torso and opened his mouth for another bite of food. You playfully rolled your eyes and cut up the seasoned chicken breast and fed him a piece.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said with a smile as he chewed his food. You pressed a soft kiss to him lips, not caring if he was still chewing.

You picked up a few green beans with the fork and held it up to him again. He grimaced at the sight of the vegetable, “yeah, no.”

“Eat your damn vegetables, Munson.” You shoved the green beans into his mouth, he unwillingly ate the vegetable with a pained expression.

“The things I do for you..” he swallowed.

“I rocked your world this morning so you should do this for me.”

“I rocked your world, honey.” He sassed.

You rolled your eyes and shoved some mashed potatoes into his annoying mouth. He laughed as he swallowed them.

“I love you, baby girl.” His words brought a smile back to your face.

“I love you too, picky boy.” You placed a hand on his cheek and a soft kiss on his lips. Nothing felt better than this.

Thinking about the morning after with eddie. He’d be so sweet and he’d wake you up with kisses down your bare back and shoulders.

The sunlight sneaking through the blinds, the birds chripping outside, eddie’s soft lips pecking down your spine.

He’d stop at the end of your sacrum, his rough hands grabbing at your ass, folding with it before giving your ass a light slap, making you whine at being woken up by his playful actions.

“Let me sleep, you ass.” You groaned, snuggling into his pillow, squeezing your eyes shut.

“But I miss you..” he whined, kissing your sides, his long hair tickling your back. You groaned, turning over to meet his chest.

“Well, this is a much better view.” He smiled as his gaze moved down to your tits, all in their bare glory.

You slapped his chest, giggling as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into you, pressing his delicate kiss to his lips.

His big hands travel down your body and settle on your waist. As you break the kiss, you both get lost in each other’s eyes, gleaming at each other and savoring the sweet moment.

“My beautiful girl.” He mumbled as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

You giggle as he began pressing small kisses all over your face and neck, his lips feeling ticklish on your soft skin.

“Eddie!” You laughed, trying to push him off you. His fingers began to tickle your sides, making you laugh even harder.

You could get used to this.

BE MY VALENTINE — stranger things

PAIRINGS: eddie munson x gf!reader

SUMMARY: eddie surprises you for Valentine’s Day even though you know how much he hates the holiday.

WARNINGS: afab reader. cuteness overload. one sexual joke.

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

“Valentine’s Day is just for companies to make more money by forcing people to buy stuff for their partners.” Eddie rants as he stuffed his face with pretzels.

Gareth and Jeff nod their heads in agreement. “Totally man, Sarah wants me to buy all this bullshit for her like flowers and chocolate just because of this dumb holiday.” Jeff scoffed.

You sat there listening to them go on about the stupidity of Valentine’s Day. You’ve known Eddie since you were young, as his uncle was friends with your dad, so you knew about his feelings for Valentine’s Day.

“Like, why do I have to buy my girlfriend all this bullshit when I can do that throughout the year.” Eddie mentioned.

Your head turned to him and eyes squinted to a glare, “yet, you don’t.”

“But I could.” He said with an annoying smile, to which you scoffed.

“Valentine’s Day is a day to spead time with your partner and acknowledge your love for each other, I think it’s sweet.” You told the boys, “yeah, I sent suzie her favorite chocolate and made her some flowers out of paper!” Dustin said, with a proud smile on his face.

“See, Dustin gets it.” You point out.

“Whatever..” Eddie and Jeff rolled their eyes and changed the conversation to their upcoming DnD campaign.

ONE WEEK LATER. VALENTINES DAY.

You sat in your room, laying on your floral sheets as you watched a romance movie as you munched on some popcorn. Your first Valentine’s Day with Eddie and you aren’t even hanging out with him, how upsetting.

The characters began professing their love for each other and you watching in boredom as your boyfriend couldn’t even do that.

Eddie wasn’t very open about his feelings, and he was often nervous about talking about them. You couldn’t blame him, you loved him the way he was.

A loud bang from your window pulled you from your thoughts. You rushed over to your window to open it and see Eddie standing outside of it with a big bouquet of roses.

“Holy shit, what are you doing here?” You asked as you smiled at him. He was dressed up in decent clothing. A nice and clean tshirt with a pair of black jeans and a leather jacket. You stepped aside as he climbed into your room, roughing up the flowers a little.

“Get dressed sweetheart, we’re going out.” He panted with a smile, brushing off his clothes.

“What? Why?” You questioned. “Because it’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?”

“But I thought you hated Valentine’s Day?” You asked with a confused expression, fiddling with your fingers.

“Yeah, but my love for you is stronger than my hate for Valentine’s Day.” He said, sitting the roses on your bed.

“Really?” You said excitedly, to which he nodded with a smile. You squealed and began jumping up and down over to your closet. You searched through your clothes for a nice dress, finding a pink floral one in the back.

You ran to the bathroom and threw on the dress and fixed your hair. You opened the drawer and grabbed some mascara and brushed on some your eye lashes, not having time for a full face of makeup.

You walked back into your room and grabbed some wedged heels from your closet. “Well, aren’t you the most beautiful girl in the world..” he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his chest from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You giggled as his soft lips pecked your skin.

You moved towards your dresser and grabbed your favorite perfume and spritzed some on.

“Ready?” He asked. “Yep!” You smiled at yourself in the mirror. You both climbed out of your window and shut it before walking to his car that was parked beside your house.

He ran up to the passenger seat and opened your door, “m’lady,” he bowed. You laughed,”thank you, kind sir.” You said before bowing yourself.

You hopping into the car and sat as he ran to his side and hopping into his seat. He started the car and began to drive away, “Where are we going?” You asked, “The diner on Main Street.” He said with a smile as he turned his gaze to you. Your face lit up, that diner was the place you had your first date, “Eddie, you didn’t..”

“I did, asked them to reserve the same booth we sat in too.” He added. You stared at him in awe, This wasn’t the man who hated Valentine’s Day just a week ago.

“Why are you doing this? You don’t have to do this when you and I both know you hate it.” You said, but he stopped you. “I was being a dickhead last week. Yes, I think Valentine’s Day is mostly stupid but I love you and I want to do something special because I know you love Valentine’s Day.”

You pouted you lips as your heart bursted in joy, “I love you so much.” You confessed. He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, “I love you too, beautiful girl.” He turned onto Main Street and parked on the side of the road by the entrance to the diner. He laid your hand on the consul and jumped out of the car to open your door for you again.

You smiled and took his hand and you both stepped into the colorful diner, the smell of burgers filling your noise and 80s music filling your ears.

“Eddie, hey!” The manager, Dillon said from behind the counter.

“Sup man!” Eddie replied before leading you to your table that he had saved for the two of you. You seat yourselves on either side of each other.

Dillon brings over menus for you both and you scan the menu over, looking at all the delicious greasy dishes listed.

“Order whatever you want, baby. It’s on me.” Eddie mentioned, you look up from your menu, “are you sure? I can pay…you already bought me flowers so just-“ you began before he cut you off, “No, everything is on me tonight. I gotta spoil my girl every now and then.” He smiled. You sighed, gazing back at your slightly sticky menu.

The cheeseburger sounded amazing, the diner food was always good, especially their burgers. You saw they were having a sale on their milkshakes for Valentine’s Day, $1.50 all flavor milkshakes.

“Baby, look!” You said as you pointed to the advertisement. He looked up and read the sale, he nodded, “get one, I’ll get one too.” He said as Dillon came back to the booth.

“So, what can I get for you guys?” He asked as he held up his notepad.

“I’m gonna get a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a strawberry milkshake.” Eddie said as he closed the menu.

“And for you?” Dillon asked, “I’m thinking a cheeseburger with fries and a vanilla milkshake.” You said, Dillon nodded and walked away with your orders.

Eddie grimaced, “Vanilla? So basic.” He joked to which you scoffed, “Ok Mr. Strawberry. I’m basic?” You asked as you tilted your head, “at least I’m getting my fruit in for the day.” He said, you bursted out laughed at his words, “oh yeah, totally. So healthy.” You giggled.

After a few minutes go by and chatter between the two of you continued, your food came out. The burgers were huge and the fries were stacked up. Your milk shakes had a mountain of whipped cream on top with a cherry to finish it off.

“Enjoy.” Dillon said with a smile as he walked away with his now empty tray.

Eddie quickly stole your cherry off your milkshake, “Eddie!” You exclaimed as you kicked his leg with your foot.

“Ow!” He yelped. You took your finger and flicked some whipped cream on your finger off his milkshake and into your mouth.

“Woah, no fair!” He exclaimed, you smiled at him “don’t worry, that’s not the only cream of yours I’ll be stealing tonight.” He began coughing, choking on his own saliva. “Jesus, baby. Not here..” he looked around to see if anyone heard, though everyone was busy eating and chatting amongst themselves.

When his eyes drew back to you, you shot him a small wink as you dug into your burger. You both ate your burgers and conversed about the most random things, laughs were shared and you felt happier than ever. Dates with Eddie were always fun, and they ended even better.

As you finished up and Eddie paid, you walk out to his van hand in hand. “Thank you, Eddie. I had fun tonight.” You said as you pressed a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“I did too, sweetheart. I love you, you know.” He confessed. You smiled, “I love you too, Eddie. So much.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eddie.”

I CANNOT LIKE THIS IS SO CUTE IM LITERALLY CHEESING RN

Would it be okay if you could write deaf!reader x Eddie where she’s new at school and meets Eddie. The rest can be up to you. Thank you xxx

I have never written a deaf character before so the representation might be off, but I gave it a shot! I know in movies and shows, sometimes they can talk and sometimes it is just sign language, but I went with writing notes to make it romantic. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

I wrote a scene with a guitar amp and it was so hard to keep this story sweet and fluff and not turn it into smut

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It didn't take long for the new girl to catch Eddie's eyes. She was cute and seemed to be in her own little world. Eddie admired that she never seemed to care what happened around her.

He wanted to talk to her, but he wasn't the best at making a first impression. He wasn't the best at saying what he meant out loud. He was a writer. He wrote countless songs because he knew how to write down his feelings, not say them.

She was in a few of his classes, and he sat behind her. He watched as she walked into class, admiring her style. He assumed she was shy since she never spoke. She sat silently in class and kept to herself.

Eddie ripped out a piece of paper from a notebook he never touched. He scrambled down a message, then folded it. He took a deep breath and reached forward to tap her on the shoulder.

She turned around confused. She looked as the boy handed her something. She grabbed the note as she examined him.

He was mad cute. He had dark curly long hair, warm brown eyes, and pink lips. He wore a red and black flannel with dark jeans and dirty sneakers. She wished she could just stare but she didn't want to be creepy. She turned around and unfolded the paper.

"I'm Eddie, what's your name?"

She smiled to herself as she wrote her name underneath his. With a smile. She turned around and handed it back to him.

Eddie was shocked she wrote back to him. Before he could stare at her any longer, she turned around. Finally being that close to her face he realized she was prettier than ever.

His stomach fluttered as he saw her name and a tiny smile. Pleased that she didn't ignore him or write a mean message back.

"Well Y/N welcome to Hawkins High School. It sucks ass. The town is a little better, if you want a tour or anything I'm available."

She smiled as she felt a tap on her shoulder again, the teacher focused on the board as she turned. Her face burned as her fingers touched his as she took the note.

Eddie watched as her body moved up and down as she shook her head. He smiled as it seemed like she was laughing to herself. She felt nervous about saying yes, but she also didn't want to say no.

"Only if you promise to show me a great burger place ;)"

She waited until the teacher wasn't paying attention as she turned around and gave him the note. She turned around fast and Eddie opened it. He smiled and patted himself on the back.

The bell rang and she began to pack up. Eddie took a deep breath and walked in front of her desk.

"Hey Y/N," she looked up as she felt his presence. She focused on his lips. "Want to go after school today?"

She smiled and nodded

"Sweet, I'll meet you at the front?" he asked, he felt his face burn as she leaned close and stared at his lips. Her eyes squinted as she fully focused.

She nodded and smiled again. Waving goodbye as she walked to her next class.

~

Eddie waited outside the front door. He was nervous but excited. Befriending the new kid wasn't something Eddie ever did, but there was something about her that he wanted to know.

He smiled as she came into view, she waved as she got closer.

They didn't talk as they headed to his van. A couple students whispered as the two passed. And some students began to yell "FREAK!"

He felt comforted by the fact she didn't seem to notice it. And if she did, she ignored it.

Eddie started the van and turned down his radio, he remembered how loud he had it blaring this morning. He smiled over at her and she smiled back.

~

It didn't take long to make it to the burger place. The ride was a tad awkward as she didn't really talk, it more was of Eddie talking to himself.

They got seated in a booth, Eddie sat across from her as he nervously flipped through the menu.

He felt a soft tap on his menu, and he looked up.

Y/N smiled as she handed him a piece of paper.

He took the paper and read it, his eyebrows scrunched.

"I should probably tell you that I am deaf, so I'll be staring at your lips to communicate with you. Also, can you order for me?"

Eddie smiled and nodded. He snatched her pen and quickly wrote his own message.

She happily read it as he wrote

"No problem, I've been told I talk too much so maybe you not hearing me talk is a win. I will order for you, what would you like?"

Her heart raced as he moved on from the topic like it didn't change anything.

"Bacon cheeseburger, fries, and chocolate shake. Thank you for this, I'm excited to get to know you better and would love to watch you talk for hours :)"

~~~

The first date went amazing in Eddie's eyes. He didn't mind writing down his words, he enjoyed watching her reactions as she read the words. They ate, and he made her laugh over and over.

He knew he wanted to ask her on another date, he wanted to ask her out every night of the week.

She waved as she walked into class, Eddie gave her a flirty nod that made her dash for her seat faster.

He grabbed a piece of paper and began writing but she slid a note right on top of his.

He looked up as she turned around.

He opened it as the teacher wasn't looking

"Date #2? I saw an ice cream place on our tour yesterday."

~

Eddie came prepared for this date, he had a notebook and all different kinds of pens.

She waited on a bench outside as he ordered their ice cream. He prayed he'd make it to her before dropping any on the ground.

She smiled as he sat down next to her and handed her the ice cream. The first few minutes were silent as they tried to eat the ice cream before it began to melt.

They asked many questions about each other yesterday, so Eddie tried to think of new things to talk about.

"You look beautiful"

She felt her cheeks warm as she read his handwriting, she wrote just below his message. He watched as she wrote,

"Thank you. You are pretty cute too"

"You have a little something on your cheek,"

She read the note and was confused. She looked up at Eddie and she felt a cold glob on her cheek.

She watched as Eddie's face morphed into a smile as he laughed behind his hand. She smiled and grabbed a chunk of her ice cream, she watched as Eddie's smile dropped.

"No no, I'm sorry!" he said as she read his lips. He got up to run but she was fast behind him. He didn't make it far before she jumped on his back, his arms catching her legs as she smeared her ice cream right on his nose.

He let her down as he laughed, then she joined in.

"Uncool," he teased once he faced her. She just smiled and shrugged.

He smiled as he leaned in, his hand on her cheek as he wiped off the ice cream with his thumb.

Her breathing got faster as he looked into her eyes, his soft touch on her cheek made her heart race.

"Can I kiss you?"

He felt his stomach turn with nerves as he waited for her to read his lips. He got even more nervous when she blinked but didn't say anything.

He wanted to kiss her? She had never kissed anyone before and she wanted to tell him how nervous she was but she couldn't walk away.

She grabbed his hand and softly used her finger to write letters. He concentrated as he watched her fingers spell something out.

"N.E.R.V.O.U.S"

"Ner-nervous? You are nervous?" he asked, she watched his lips and then nodded. He cupped her jaw with his free hand, watching as she took a deep breath.

"Me too," he whispered, she read his lips and then saw his lips moving closer to her.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. It took a few seconds for her to shake off the nerves and kiss him back. She wasn't sure where to put her hands so she softly placed them on his chest.

He tasted of chocolate chip ice cream. And his lips felt amazing against hers. The kiss got better as they grew both confident.

He pulled away with a beaming smile, the ice cream on his nose transferred to her face.

"Let's get cleaned up," he laughed, she nodded and followed behind. Butterflies in her stomach as she felt her lips.

~~~

After many more dates, they became an official couple. Eddie's friends made sure she was comfortable and talked slowly so she could read their lips. They didn't mind reading and writing to communicate. It was clear that there was a connection between her and Eddie.

Eddie adjusted and took a beginner class in sign language. He was proud to show what he learned after every class. Sometimes he taught her new words.

One thing Y/N hated was that she couldn't share music with Eddie. She learned that was a huge part of his life from the beginning, and it made her sad that she could never hear him sing or play.

That doesn't mean Eddie ever excluded her. He'd have her sit next to his guitar amp, hook it all up, and let her feel the music as it played through. He'll never forget how excited she was when she could feel the music against her hand.

And that's what she did at his shows. She sat front row and placed her hands on the speakers.

He did it all because he loved her...he just hasn't said it yet.

Tags!

@bmunson86 @mxcheese @ladymunson @michaelfuckinglangdon @z0mbie-blah @biittersweet @mirrorsstuff @somethingvicked @micheledawn1975 @ago-godance @magnificantmermaid @tlclick73 @hargrovesswifee @cityofidek @silky-luxe @lokiofasgard616 @loving-and-dreaming @eddiemunsonsbitch69 @thegemaqua @ashlynnkennedy @strangerthingsstories5255 @harringt8ns @pleasinghellfire @whoscamila @stusdollface93 @gretavankleep37 @bellaisswagger @arlxt

i’m not talking about the little blurbs no i’m talking about chapters long. if you find any good ones pls lmk !

does anyone have any fic recommendations for bully!eddie or older!eddie ?

But They Know Nothing

pairing: Eddie Munson x popular!reader

Synopsis: you and Eddie have a secret relationship that gets harder and harder to keep a secret

this is for @sweetpeterparker

Masterlist

“Excuse me? Do you think you could help me get something out of the janitors closet? We need it for cheer.” You loudly chewed your gum and examined your nails as you spoke, never once looking up at who you were speaking to.

“Yeah. I guess I could help you out.” Eddie shrugged without looking at you either.

“Cool.” You blew a bubble with your gum and let it pop before walking towards the janitors closet with Eddie behind you. You went inside together and as soon as the door was closed, you were kissing. Eddie cupped your face and pressed you up against the door as you furiously made out in the dimly lit closet.

“It’s just on the top shelf.” You said between kisses as you tangled your hands in his messy hair.

“On the top shelf, yeah?” Eddie laughed against your lips before going to kiss down your neck.

“Uh huh. I really need it for cheer.” You panted as he nipped and kissed the skin on your neck.

“Do you guys always keep your cheer stuff in the dirty janitors closet?” Eddie teased before cupping your face to kiss you again.

“Ew. Why’d you have to mention how filthy it is in here?” You whined and rested your head against the door.

“I’m sorry. Did I kill the mood?” Eddie pouted as he titled your chin up to look at him.

“A little.” You nodded. You looked around at all the cleaning supplies and paint cans for a moment before shrugging.

“Eh. I’m over it.” You decided and pulled him back in for a kiss. You continued to make out in the closet until you heard a knock at the door. Eddie let out a frustrated sigh before opening the door. You took a step behind Eddie and looked out the door to see Dustin standing there. He looked between the two of you before cracking an amused smile.

“Oh. Sorry. I needed Eddie to come look at slug we caught. Am I interrupting something? Dustin asked as he pointed between you and Eddie.

“No. I was just getting….” Eddie trailed off as he looked back at you for help.

“The ladder. For cheer.” You said quickly and pointed to a ladder on the top shelf.

“Why do you need the ladder for cheer?” Dustin wondered.

“Why do you need Eddie to look at a slug?” You asked as you folded your arms.

“Touché.” Dustin said as he pointed at you. “Once you’re done helping out the cheer team, meet us outside. It’s really important.” Dustin said to Eddie. You gave Dustin a look for calling a slug “really important” and he shrugged.

“What? It’s a really cool slug.” He insisted before rolling his eyes and walking away. Eddie shut the door again and gave you a sheepish smile.

“I don’t understand why all your friends are 14.”

“It’s better then being friends with a bunch of airheaded cheerleaders who don’t know how to read.” Eddie smiled teasingly as he pulled you back towards him.

“Hey, some of them can read.” You played along. Eddie’s smile widened as he leaned in to kiss you again. This time, it was long and slow and sweet. He pressed you up against the door again as he kissed you passionately. He pulled away after a few minutes and looked into your eyes.

“Do you think you’ll ever tell them about us?” He asked in a soft voice.

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “All of the girls on the team are dating boys on the football team. They’re super protective and obsessed with our image in this school. If they knew we we’re together….”

“They’d throw a fit and try to tear us apart?” Eddie smiled sadly as he finished your sentence.

“Oh, I’d like to see them try.” You scoffed. “They’d never be able to pull me away from you. But they might just kick me off the squad.”

Eddie nodded his head and looked down, understanding where you were coming from but still being upset with the answer. You noticed his solum expression and cupped his face to make him look at you.

“I don’t like it either. I’d tell everyone in the world if I could. But I need this for college, baby. I need a cheerleading scholarship. It’s the only way I’ll ever make it out of this town.”

“This town isn’t all bad, is it?” He asked with a sad smile.

“It’s not when I’m with you.” You smiled softly before kissing him again. You went to pull away but Eddie pulled you right back to kiss you some more.

“Can I at least tell my friends?” He asked you.

“You mean the kids you babysit?” You teased. “You know how they are, baby. They’re sweet and all but they’ll tell the whole school.”

“I know.” He sighed. “I just wish we didn’t have to keep meeting like this. I wish we didn’t have to keep us a secret.”

“Me either.” You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I want to hold your hand in the hallways like all the stupid football players get to do.” He continued.

“I want that too.” You nodded before kissing him once more.

“Soon. We’ll tell them soon.” You said once you pulled away. “Collage acceptance letters will be coming out soon. Once I’ve secured my spot at a college, we can tell the whole world if you want.”

“I want.” Eddie smiled. He went to kiss you again but another knock sounded at the door.

“Hello? The slug?” Dustin shouted impatiently from the other side of the door.

“I didn’t realize he was still out there.” You whispered through a laugh.

“Me either. I’ll see you later, baby doll.” Eddie kissed you one last time before leaving the closet. He caught up with Dustin, looked at the slug that was so very important, and then walked back to their lunch table together.

“What was that about?” Dustin asked once they were seated.

“Hm? What was what?” Eddie played dumb.

“You. In the closet. With the cheerleader.” Dustin said, catching the attention of the rest of the club.

“She just needed me to get her a ladder from the top shelf. No biggie.” Eddie shrugged while the other boys exchanged looks.

“It is a biggie.” Dustin insisted. “Why did she ask you?”

“I don’t know, Henderson.” Eddie sighed. “Why does anyone do anything?”

“I ask myself that everyday.” Dustin said, mostly to himself.

“Dude.” Mike snorted as he looked at Eddie’s face.

“What?” Eddie wondered.

“What’s all over your face?” Mike asked and pointed to his mouth. Eddie put his hand over his lips and immediately felt your lip gloss.

“Oh. I don’t know.” He lied as he quickly wiped it off.

“You don’t know?” Mike raised an eyebrow. “Because I’m pretty sure I know.”

“Oh yeah? And what exactly do you know, Wheeler?” Eddie asked as he stared Mike down.

“That you have Watermelon Lip Lickers smeared all over your lips. I can smell it from here.” Mike said, making the rest of the club chuckle. Eddie looked at him with wide eyes, shocked that Mike knew the truth.

“El wears the same kind. It’s sticky, isn’t it?”Mike asked as he scrunched his nose. You could see the wheels turning in Dustin’s brain as he slowly put two and two together. He turned to look at Eddie with a shit eating grin.

“Wait a minute.” Dustin said as he rubbed his hands together.

“Shut it, Henderson.” Eddie said sternly.

“You have Watermelon Lip Lickers on your lips.” Dustin began.

“Keep your voice down. I mean it.”

“Y/n wears watermelon Lip Lickers.” Dustin continued as he looked around at the club.

“How do you even know that?” Eddie wondered.

“He knows everything about every cheerleader.” Mike cut in.

“And you were just in a closet with her. Oh my God.” Dustin touched his temples as he figured it out. He stood up out of his chair and pointed at Eddie.

“Were you making out with-“

“Shhhh! Shh! Shhhh!” Eddie quickly and harshly cut him off. He put one hand over Dustin’s mouth and the other on Dustin’s shoulder and he pushed him back down into his seat.

“What part of keep your voice down did you not understand?” Eddie whispered as he looked around for who might’ve heard.

“Were you kissing a cheerleader?!” Dustin whispered back.

“No. I wasn’t.” Eddie lied. “So zip it.”

“So then you wear watermelon lip lickers?” Dustin raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. I do. I find it pleasantly moisturizing.” Eddie said as he eyes darted to the side. Dustin looked at him for a long time before shaking his head.

“I don’t believe you.” Dustin decided.

“What’s more believable, Henderson?”

Eddie began. “That I wear watermelon scented chapstick or that I was just making out with one of the most popular girl in school?”

“Fine. I believe you. For now.” Dustin said pointedly, making Eddie sigh in relief.

The following week, you woke up to the bright sun shining in your eyes. You slipped out from under Eddie’s arms and grabbed your watch off his night stand. When you saw what time it was, you shot up in bed.

“Shit! We overslept!” You gasped and put your watch down. You quickly rolled over in bed and started to shake Eddie.

“Eddie! Wake up! My alarm didn’t go off!” You said in a panic. Eddie’s eyes slowly opened up and he looked around.

“Where am I?” He asked in a groggy voice.

“Your own bedroom. Now come on. We gotta go to school.” You whined and climbed out of his bed. You threw on your pants from the day before and grabbed a random shirt off of Eddie’s floor. Eddie sat up in his bed and watched with a sleepy smile as you hastily got dressed.

“Hey.” He said and caught you by the wrist.

“What?” You asked wondered.

“You slept over. You’ve never done that before.” Eddie said as his smile grew. You stopped rushing around and took a second to realize he was right. You say cupped his face and bent down to kiss him for a long time.

“I had fun last night. We should do this again.” You said before kissing him again.

“You’re so obsessed with me.” Eddie smirked as he pulled you back down into his bed. He kissed you again as he rolled on top of you.

“I know.” You said against his lips. You made out for a minute in his bed until you remembered the time.

“Come on. We need to go now.” You whined and pulled him out of bed.

Eddie dropped you off a block away from school and drove the rest of the way by himself so that you wouldn’t been seen going in together. As soon as you set foot on campus, all eyes were on you. You noticed the stares of your fellow students and instantly felt insecure. You smoothed your hair down and checked your teeth in your compact mirror but found no obvious issue. You moved through the hallways slowly, uncomfortable with all the stares you were receiving. You looked around for help until you spotted one of the girls on your cheer team.

“Um, why is everyone staring at me?” You whispered to her.

“Um, maybe because you’re wearing that.” She snorted and pointed to your shirt. You looked down in confusion and did a double take. Instead of the shirt you thought you had thrown on, you were wearing a ratty old band g shirt of Eddie’s. You gasped and quickly covered your body with your arms.

“Shit.” You whispered.

“Since when do you listen to Metaliqua?”

“It’s Metallica. And I don’t. This must be my brothers. I just grabbed a random shirt this morning.” You lied as you scanned the hallway for Eddie. You caught his eye and he immediately noticed your shirt. He let out a loud laugh and clapped his hands, only drawing more attention to you. You gave him an angry look before looking away.

“Oh God.” Your friend scoffed when she saw Eddie laughing.

“What?”

“That freak is totally staring at you.” She said and nodded over your shoulder.

“What freak?” You wondered as you turned around to see what she was looking at. You made eye contact with Eddie again and gulped.

“Oh. Him. I’ll be right back.” You quickly excused yourself before running over to Eddie. You grabbed his arm and pulled him into a supply closet.

“Nice shirt.” Eddie snorted once you were alone.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” You asked and folded your arms. Eddie could tell you were upset and quickly dropped his smile.

“Yes?” Eddie answered, sounding more like a question.

“This isn’t funny! This is obviously not my shirt! People are gonna get suspicious.” You whined and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Come on. You could totally pass as a metal head.” Eddie chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you to comfort you. You didn’t respond as you limply wrapped your arms around his torso, letting Eddie know you we’re genuinely upset. He took your face in his hands to make you look at him.

“Hey, it’s okay. I can run to your house and grab you a different shirt, okay? I’ll sneak in through the window and everything. And I’ll look super cool while doing it. Will that make you feel better?” He asked in a soft tone, making you smile. You went up on your tip toes to kiss him before shaking your head.

“It’s okay. We have that pep rally today anyway. I’ll just put my uniform on early.”

“Well you know how much I love to see you in your uniform.” Eddie smile and pulled you closer.

“So I’ve been told.” You returned the smile as you leaned in to kiss him again. You only kissed for a few seconds when you heard a pounding at the door.

“MUNSON? YOU IN THERE?” Dustin’s voice sounded from the other side of the door.

“If he says he found another slug I swear to God.” Eddie grumbled as he opened the door. He kept it shut enough so that Dustin couldn’t see into the closet, and more importantly couldn’t see you.

“What do you want?” Eddie whispered harshly.

“Woah. Attitude. Okay.” Dustin mumbled and rolled his eyes a little. “I just wanted to know if there will be a Hellfire club meeting after the pep rally. Jeez.”

“No. Not today. Tomorrow for sure though, okay?” Eddie said in a much softer tone.

“Okay.” Dustin smiled in satisfaction.

“All right. Good luck on your algebra test.” Eddie smiled warmly and patted Dustin’s head.

“Thanks. See you later, man.” Dustin waved before walking off. Eddie shut the door again and noticed you looking at him with a fond smile.

“What?” He wondered.

“You’re so good with kids.” You said with a happy sigh.

“Shut up.” Eddie blushed in embarrassment.

“You are. It’s really cute.” You insisted as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re really cute.” Eddie replied. “Especially in my shirt.”

“Yeah. I might have to hang on to-“ You started to reply when Eddie cut you off with a kiss. You didn’t mind the sweet interruption and kissed him back. You made out in the closet for a minute until you heard the school bell ring.

“Ugh. I have to go.” You whined as you pulled out of the kiss.

“I know. Good luck at the pep rally. You’re gonna crush it. You’re the best damn girl on that team.” Eddie said as he used his pinky to tilt your face up to look at him.

“And just the best damn girl in general.” He added before pecking your lips again.

“You’re so cute. I love you.” You chuckled before realized what you said.

“Oh God.” You gulped.

“What was that?” Eddie’s smile dropped when he realized what he just heard.

“Nothing. Gotta go. Bye!” You said and quickly ran out of the closet.

“Wait! Don’t-“ Eddie shouted as the door slammed in his face. He sighed in disappointment now that you were gone, but quickly smiled when he remembered that you had just told him you loved him. He decided that he needed to tell you he loved you back as soon as possible. That proved to be difficult since you didn’t have any classes together and needed to be at cheer practice during lunch. Eddie waited impatiently all day until the school was sent down to the gymnasium for the pep rally. He left his class and went to look for you, soon spotting you by the locker room. He was about to approach you when he noticed that you were talking to Jason, star of the basketball team.

“How do you get it so curly?” Jason asked as he touched your ponytail.

“I just curl it.” You laughed uncomfortably and took a step back. Eddie felt jealousy settle in and continued to watch the two of you interact.

“Yeah, but it’s perfectly curled. It always looks so nice and bouncy.” Jason said as he reached out to touch your hair again.

“Thanks.” You faked a smile as you gently pushed his hand away.

“You know, I have to admit something. Whenever the cheerleaders perform, you’re the only one I watch.” Jason said as he took a step closer to you.

“Oh, really?” You pretended to sound interested as you took a step back.

“Yeah. You’re just so mesmerizing.” Jason told you, making Eddie ball his hand into a fist.

“Oh. Thank you.”

“So do you have a boyfriend?” Jason asked.

“Um, no. I don’t.” You lied. Eddie’s fist relaxed when he heard this and his jealousy was replaced by sadness. Hearing you deny your relationship killed the high he was on ever since you told him you loved him.

“Cool. Maybe you and I could go out sometime.” Jason asked as he once again stepped closer to you.

“Oh, uh, maybe.” You smiled weakly and stepped back again. Eddie decided he had heard enough and went to leave, accidentally knocking into the water fountain as he went. You and Jason looked to see where the noise was coming from and you instantly felt bad.

“What are you looking at, freak?” Jason asked as he protectively took a step in front of you. You and Eddie made eye contact over Jason’s shoulder and Eddie gave you a disappointment look.

“I don’t know.” Eddie shrugged. “You tell me.”

“Eddie-“

“Just get out of here.” Jason cut you off. “We don’t want you here. Not in this school, and not in this town either, freak.”

“Sorry. I didn’t realize I was interrupting something.” Eddie said while looking you directly in the eyes. You opened your mouth to explain but Eddie was already walking away.

“He’s so weird. I wish he’d drop out already and leave us all alone.” Jason scoffed and turned back to you.

“I have to go.” You said and ran after Eddie. You went into the gym but couldn’t find him anywhere in the crowd. Before you could look anymore, one of the other cheerleaders pulled you towards the team. The principle announced you and before you knew it, you were robotically dancing along to the music. You kept searching the crowd for Eddie while you performed but never found him. You saw the rest of his class and spotted the other Hellfire club members, but Eddie was nowhere to be found. You had a frown on your face as you waved your pom poms in the air and never stopped looking for Eddie. It came time for the grand finale of your cheer routine and you had to be tossed in the air, hit a pose, then be caught. You continued to scan the crowd your team mates lifted you in the air and held you up. You threw a fake smile on as you hit your pose and the crowd went wild, but it meant nothing to you if Eddie wasn’t there to see it. You were so worried about him being upset with you that you jumped down to early, causing the girls to rush to catch you. They missed and you hit the ground with a hard thud, landing directly on your leg. Everyone rushed over to you as you struggled to sit up. The pain in your leg told you it was definitely broken. You winced and looked around you, hearing the terrified gasps from the crowd and the panics screams from your team. You put your head back down on the gym floor as your team mates called for help and tried to comfort you. The searing pain you were in was preventing you from hearing much of anything until a certain voice shouted above the rest.

“Everybody move!”

You tilted your head to the side and watched as Eddie parted the crowd around you. He immediately bent down by your side and lifted your head off the ground.

“Eddie? What are you doing?” You asked him, the pain in your leg momentarily disappearing at the sight of him.

“I’m taking care of you. Let me.” Eddie smiled warmly at you as he moved your hair away from your forehead.

“I thought you left.“ You smiled in relief as Eddie cupped your face.

“And miss seeing my girlfriend crush it at the pep rally? I don’t think so.” He scoffed playfully. You smiled happily and pulled him down into a kiss, not caring who saw. You heard shocked gasps from the crowd but didn’t care.

“I love you. I’m sorry about before.” You said once you pulled away.

“That wasn’t your fault. I was just being a jealous idiot. I’m not mad at you.” Eddie assured you as he picked you up off the floor.

“Come on. Let’s get you to the nurse.” He kissed the side of your head and started walking out of the gym. The crowd moved out of your way but stared at you in shock as Eddie carried you to the nurse.

“Um, what the hell is going on?” One of the girls on your team stepped in front of you to ask.

“What does it look like? I broke my leg and now my boyfriend is carrying me out.” You said, making Eddie smile proudly.

“I’m sorry, boyfriend?” She snorted.

“Yeah. Boyfriend.” Eddie stated. “Can you spell it?”

The girls jaw dropped and she folded her arms angrily as Eddie brushed past her and carried you to the nurse. Everyone was staring at you, but neither of you cared. Your secret was out and you couldn’t be happier.

The following week, you were sitting at Eddie’s lunch table with your leg propped up on a chair. Your leg was enveloped in a thick white cast all the way up to your knee and you were wearing Eddie’s Metallica T shirt. You looked over your shoulder to stare at your old lunch table where all the other cheerleaders were before looking back at Eddie.

“Do you miss sitting over there?” Eddie asked you with a sympathetic smile.

“No. I much prefer it over here.” You answered honestly and put your hand over his.

“So do I.” Eddie grinned and lifted your hand up to his lips to kiss it. You smiled at the gesture and leaned in to kiss him, not caring who saw. When you pulled away, Eddie looked past you and groaned.

“Oh no. Here’s comes Henderson.” He warned. Dustin marched up to the table and slammed a box of tissues down.

“I miss school for one day because of the sniffles and this is the shit I miss? Are you freaking kidding me?” Dustin shouted as he pointed to you and Eddie.

“Calm down, okay? We were going to tell you.” Eddie assured him.

“When? When were you going to tell me that you had taken a lover?” Dustin asked in exasperation and sat down at the table.

“When she got into college.” Eddie shrugged.

“Oh. Speaking of. This came today.” You said and pulled an envelope out of your backpack. Eddie’s eyes widened as he took it from you. He opened the letter and quickly scanned it to see what it said.

“No way. You got in?” He asked with an excited smile.

“Yep. Full ride. As long as they don’t find out my leg is broken, I am officially going to college.”

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Eddie asked and you looked at him in confusion. He leaned it to kiss you before getting up and standing on the table.

“EVERYBODY LISTEN UP. I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT.” Eddie cupped his hands around his mouth as he shouted. Everyone, including you, looked up at him.

“Y/n and I are dating and in love and we don’t care who knows it!” Eddie threw his arms out as he looked around with a huge smile.

“We all know it, dumb ass.” Someone shouted back.

“Yeah, we were all at the pep rally yesterday. Everyone saw you guys.” Someone else shouted.

“Nobody cares.” Mike shouted then looked around and pretended he hadn’t been the one to shout that. Eddie frowned and sat back down in his seat.

“Hm. Well it appears that nobody cares.” He told you, making you laugh.

“It’s okay, baby. I care.” You smiled and patted his cheek.

“Can I sign your cast?” Eddie asked as he got an idea.

“Yeah. Go for it.” You shrugged. Eddie grinned and grabbed a marker from his bag before bending down next to your cast. He stuck his tongue between his teeth as he wrote something down. When he sat back in his seat, you took a look at what he said.

“I love you! -ur freaky boyfriend Eddie ” he had written along with some little hearts and stars.

“Do you like it?” He asked hopefully. You smiled at the cast before looking at him.

“Like it?” You asked. “I love it.”

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙'𝙨 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙎𝙡𝙪𝙩

Pairing: Modern!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie warms you up for "work."

Warnings: +18, Smut, unprotected sex, insults like 'slut', mention of drugs, slaps, Dom!Eddie, mention of 'Daddy', pornographic video. (I think that's just it haha)

Author's Notes: This is my first work, I couldn't proofread it so don't throw stones at me for mistakes lol. English is not exactly my language, forgive me if something is wrong. 🫶🏼🩷

You and Eddie are best friends with benefits. He calls you when he wants to wet his cock and you call him when your pussy needs attention. But what no one knew was that you two made videos during sex and posted them on a famous porn site, you two were famous on the site and made money. All of this had advantages, after all, who wouldn't want to make money just by having sex? Especially with Eddie Munson.

Having money was good and having sex with Eddie Munson was even better, he was her best friend but God, how could someone like him, who hadn't had that many experiences with girls throughout his life, be so good at fucking? It was a secret, maybe he was so fascinated in pornography since he was young and now he was doing his own with you.

Lying on your best friend's couch, wearing nothing but Eddie's old shirt, white lace panties, white socks on your feet and a herb wrapped in silk between your toes, you watch your best friend sitting on the other side of the couch, his skillful fingers, which They were in your pussy a few minutes ago, typing on the laptop on his lap, probably checking the comments on the video he posted of fucking your breasts earlier.

His curly hair was a little messy, shirtless, the tip of his tongue between his lips and the buttons of his black jeans were open, showing the happy trail of his pubic hair. He was sitting lazily on the couch, his legs parted as if silently inviting you to sit on his lap or kneel between his legs to suck him off. Both options were really good.

You pass the herb wrapped in silk for him to take a drag of which he thanks you with a wink and squeezing your thigh with his hand, leaving the marks of his rings and fingers on your skin.

Eddie laughed at a particularly nasty comment about her tit-sucking skills. "Looks like the Hawkins Freak has a new skill." He says with a smile as he squeezes your thigh, enjoying the sight of your ass peeking out of those white panties. "I bet I could make them cum just by sucking on those tits right now." Eddie blinks and blows a smoke ring, flicking the ash from his cigarette into a nearby ashtray. "Want to make us more money, baby?" Eddie asks as he caresses your bare, reddened thigh with his fingers.

You laugh, slapping his hand playfully and making a fake pout with your lips. "Doesn't the star here deserve a rest?"

Eddie smiles smugly, stretching and flexing his arm to show off. "Nah, we're doing good now, honey. I know you can take more." He suggests, pressing a finger against your cheek to gently turn your face to his, and looking at you lustfully. Eddie hands you the weed as he puts his laptop aside and lays down next to you on the couch, turning you onto your side to fit on his side. You feel his bare chest against your back. "I know you can. You never let me down." Eddie whispers, slowly rubbing his hard cock against your ass. Eddie's breath tickles your ear before kissing it softly. "Are you going to deny me, slut?"

Your breathing becomes shaky when he calls you a slut, kissing your ear and making you shiver. You bite your lip and then take another drag of the joint, playfully blowing the smoke in his face. Eddie laughs at your playful teasing and takes a deep whiff of the smoke, then takes the joint from your fingers. "So fucking sexy, baby." He murmurs, pulling your closer by your hips until they're flush against each other. "We'll give our fans something to jerk off to." He hand slides over your stomach, running his fingers over your sensitive skin, causing a soft moan to escape your lips. "Tell me, slut. How do you want to fuck tonight?" Eddie's fingers curl around your waist, giving your ass a gentle squeeze as he ponders your answer. "On your knees, on your back, bent over... It's your choice." His lips brush against her cheek, making her shudder as his hard cock presses against her ass. "We're going to make our fans cum, baby. Let's have fun."

You smile at him, rubbing your nose against his as you blow smoke into your half-open mouth, in which Eddie swallows the smoke satisfyingly. "Anyway you want."

Eddie laughs, placing a lingering kiss on your lips before pulling away. "Open your legs, baby." His voice is full of desire, the command mixed with a harsh tone. "I'm going to touch your soaking wet pussy." Eddie's hand slides up your thigh, pushing your panties aside to expose your slick folds. "I bet your pussy is already dripping for me, isn't it?" He murmurs against your earlobe, his finger tracing circles around your swollen clit as you gasp, your hips arching. "What a horny slut..."

Eddie's finger slides inside you, making you moan louder. His fingers curl deeper, teasing your sensitive spot as you throw your head back, your body shaking with pleasure. "They want to see us cumming on each other... And that's exactly what we're going to do." Eddie's free hand runs down your chest, pinching your nipple as he pumps his finger inside you, until the rings are inside you too.

Eddie pushes a second finger inside you, stretching your wet pussy as you whimper his name. "So wet, slut." He rubs his fingers against your G-spot, his cock throbbing in your ass as you pant. "I want to see that beautiful pussy when I fuck you, baby." Eddie slowly withdraws his fingers, tracing a wet path towards your clit before rubbing it firmly. "Get ready... I'm going to make you cum and we'll film it for our fans." His warm breath on your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you nod anxiously. "Let's give them what they want, slut." His thumb pressing against your clit as he hooks another finger, rubbing your swollen bud until your hips buck uncontrollably, your wet heat squeezing him. "Come for me, baby..." Eddie's voice is low, a whisper harshly as you choke. Your body shaking as you scream and whimper his name, your juices covering his hand.

You cum in his hand, panting and your chest rising and falling. You take a drag on the joint before passing it to him, placing the joint between your lips for him to take a drag on, since his fingers were busy in your soaked pussy.

Eddie sucks on the joint, shaking it as he strokes her tender, sensitive pussy, admiring your sensitive flesh glistening with her arousal. "Perfect, slut. It's show time..."

He kisses your hip, trailing down your inner thigh as you let out a satisfied sigh. "Get on all fours, baby." Eddie orders softly, pulling his fingers away from your pussy, making you moan softly, eager for his touch. “Now.” Eddie says in a husky voice, pulling your hair playfully, his cock throbbing with excitement as you obey, spreading your legs wide. Eddie smiles satisfied, taking the video camera with his hand wet with his cum, the other hand slaps his ass hard before starting to lower his black jeans to his knees, he wasn't even in his underwear.

You tilt your head to look at him over your shoulder, but Eddie grabs your hair and forces you to face forward. "Not yet, porn star." He plays with you, although his tone is hoarse with desire and commanding. He watches your panties stuck between your soaked folds. Eddie basically preps you before turning on the camera, adjusting your shirt above the waist and taking one last drag on the joint. The joint always made him hornier than normal.

Eddie turns on the camera, pointing at your wet pussy from behind, making you blush slightly. He records his finger playing with your wet lips, teasing you and hearing you whimper softly. “Please…” You whimper, breathing labored. Then suddenly he stops and you know what that means, it means he would continue if you called him..."Daddy. Please, daddy..." You add and that makes him smile, murmuring a "good girl" while pushing your panties to the side, revealing your slippery folds.

"Open your legs wider." He commands in a husky tone, his finger tracing circles around your sensitive flesh, making you moan softly. "What a horny slut..." Eddie teases your clit, making your hips shake as he takes another hit of the joint. "I'm going to fuck you deep, baby. So deep..." Eddie's voice grows husky, his cock poking your pussy from behind, teasing you. "Ready?" Eddie asks, his dick pressing harder against your wet entrance.

"Yes, daddy." You say with a trembling voice, unable to take the delay any longer. But Eddie has some fun, pointing the video camera at the hard cock at the entrance to your wet pussy, the pink head of his cock rubbing teasingly against your wet folds, threatening to penetrate, but only penetrating the head of the penis and pulling away to rub the tip on your sensitive clit.

"Eddieeee..." You whimper, already starting to feel your eyes watering from wanting his hard cock filling you so much. Eddie smiles and gently probes your tight opening with his swollen head cock, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped in your heat. "You're so tight, slut." He murmurs against your ear, pushing deeper, filling you slowly.

“This pussy is going to take all of me…” Eddie moans in the back of his throat, sinking completely inside you, your bodies connected in a way that was intended to be filmed. "They're going to love this, baby..." His fingers curl around your hips, holding you firmly as he begins to pump his cock in and out of you, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the room , captured on camera. Eddie leans over you, his bare chest against your back, the camera suddenly thrust in front of your face. He was recording your face as he fucks you hard.

"Tell 'em, tell 'em you're my slut..." Eddie's breath is hot against your ear, his body tense as he fucks you harder, looking down and growling as he enjoys the sight of his disappearing cock inside your tight pussy. "I-I'm your slut, daddy.." You say, voice shaky and drunk with pleasure and his big cock fucking you.

"Cum for me... Cum while they watch us fuck..." His voice is rough, full of desire as you moan, your body shaking beneath him, close to your climax.

Eddie grunts, his cock throbbing as you squirt around his cock until it leaks out of your pussy, a wave of pleasure rushing through him. “Fuck, baby…” He gasps, his release imminent. He pulls you close, burying his cock deep inside you as he unloads inside you, the sight of your cum-filled pussy caught on camera making your climax even more intense.

"Perfect, slut. Just perfect..." Your breath hitches as he slowly pulls out, his cock glistening with your juices. Eddie smirks at you, rubbing his cum covered cock against your sensitive flesh, enjoying the way you shudder beneath him. "For my horny slut, here you go." He grinds his hips against you, recording with the video camera and flooding your pussy with his hot cum, making you whimper even louder as you grip the couch, your body shaking with pleasure. "That's it, slut. Take Daddy's cum..." Eddie's voice is full of satisfaction, his gaze fixed on the sight of your cum-filled pussy before he pulls away gently, collapsing against your back, panting.

His chest rises and falls against you, his arms wrapped around you as you bask in the glow, completely exhausted. Eddie then turns the camera to focus on his sweaty face and his face, sweaty and flushed with pleasure. He gets up and hits your ass hard, making you jump and moan. Then he smiles, giving the video a thumbs up.

"Use a condom, kids." He says, ironically and playfully.

"You are so stupid." You say breathlessly, playfully rolling his eyes.

I really want to start posting about my EddiexHenderson!insert storyline cause I've been brewing the whole story for a while now, and it's one of my favorite things I've wrote since 2015 Wattpad lol

It's a day I can't stand

Summery: You are dragged to the Hellfire club by your little brother, and you meet the one who will change your life (although you don't know it yet).

Contains: Dustin trying to help his sister, Eddie in DM mode, overthinking reader.

Warnings: references to "The Flight of Icarus"

Note: i kinda had a writer block, so I don't know how this turned out.

Your brother had been insisting for several days that you accompany him to his weekly DnD meeting, saying that you couldn't keep being locked in your room and feeling sorry for yourself. He was really worried about you, you could hear it in his voice. And this is why you find yourself now walking through the halls of Hawkins High after two years on your way to the drama room, just as awful as you remember. And as you neared the drama room you could already hear him inside, putting on that theatrical DM voice of his while clearly lecturing the other kids.

Dustin haven't stopped talking about him since you came back, telling you how amazing he was. Edward Munson, his DM, and his new role-model (and you just knew Harrington wouldn't be fond of this). You were in the same generation as him during high school, Higgins tried to get him to drop out several times, everyone believed him and his friends were satanic cause they had "weird" tastes and for being obnoxious. And he didn't graduated with the rest of your class.

Dustin slid open the door and Eddie's gaze lifted and caught yours, brows raising in brief surprise, but continued his dramatics as if to not lose his crowd. Well, as long as he left you out of it you'd survive this one meeting, for Dustin's sake.

For now, you steeled yourself and slipped into the room, keeping your guard up as the game began anew.

During the campaign Eddie didn't pay much attention to your presence, a small welcome and a "don't interrupt the flow of the session" was all he said to you, taking his Master role a-little-too serious, not that you cared.

The session went on for a couple of hours, with Dustin and the others fully immersed in Eddie's storytelling. You had to admit, he was good at what he did. Though you kept to yourself in the corner, observing more than participating, you found yourself getting pulled into the fantasy world despite your initial reluctance.

Finally the sesion came to an end, and taking the opportunity, Dustin bounded over to you excitedly. "So what do you think so far, sis? Eddie's campaign is super cool, right?"

You gave a noncommittal shrug. "It's not bad, I guess. Your DM certainly knows how to weave a tale."

Suddenly Eddie was by your side, believing it was the reasonable thing to do to finally go talk to you. "Henderson The First, Thought you were gonna out of this shit-hole forever."

He has this smile in his face that's so warm, like his teasing wasn't in a rude way. And it made your tummy turn a little bit.

"Munson. Long-time no-see." You smiled back.

"Indeed. What brings you here this fine evening?"

"I'm staying here for a while, and Dustin wanted me to check out Hellfire. Didn't knew you still run the club."

"Yeah, I just couldn't abandon my sheep, y'know?"

You gave him an awkward laugh.

"and... How's Veronica?"

You ask, just to continue the smalltalk. She was Eddie's best friend since they were 8, attached to the hip, and they basically looked like twins, too.

You and Veronica Ecker shared a few classes in your senior year, and although you weren't friends at all, you were both said to be "Hawkins' success story"; The 'They will leave this nothing town in the middle of nowhere to go to the big city and have a successful life, because they made the effort, because they deserve it.'

At least she could keep that title.

Stop overthinking.

"Ronnie," he said almost as a correction - 's still in New York, haven't talk to her in a while" the change in his tone was so obvious in made you feel like and idiot. Of course he hadn't talk to her. Idiot.

"Oh..." Was all that left your lips, and thank God your brother got your anxious vibe, cause he said the good-byes for the both of you and led you outside.

Well, shit.

masterlist

Masterlist

I mostly write for Eddie Munson, and it started as a selfship fic for myself, but I really liked how it started to develope, so i decided to share it with y'all <3

Lonely Day - Series [Eddie x Henderson!Reader]

Just breathe.

I'ts a day I can't stand.

Second Try [coming soon]

Blurbs

[coming soon]

as a reader, I love this so much jfjsjdbbs 🩷

as a hairstylist, I'm suffering when he dropped the shears to the ground, cause those ain't cutting anymore 🤧

his hands

pairing(s): hairdresser!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: How do you make getting a haircut an erotic experience? You have Eddie Munson as your hairdresser, of course.

cw: explicit, smut, unprotected piv sex, mirror sex, workplace sex, hand kink, choking, dumbification, dom!eddie, touch-starved!reader, semi-sort-of subspace happenings, referring to genitals with gendered pronouns, slight body worship, getting weirdly horny over a head massage, sexual tension, negative self talk, hair cut/style mentioned but no description of hair color/type, the aftercare is the haircut lol, implied 90s au, eddie's like 30, reader's age unspecified, eddie is employee of the month in my heart, not proofread, no beta we die like men

a/n: this is weird. and came from an interesting experience i had at the hair salon. and yes that is corpse's hand in that pic i didn't want to spend all day looking for a header pic shut up shut up shut up

ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

Your hands twitch on the copy of Elle magazine in your lap. The familiar waiting area of your local salon has new furniture, which still smells a bit like the cellophane it came wrapped in, and hasn’t been worn out by patrons just yet. You’d asked for your usual stylist, Melissa. Except, you haven’t been here in so long, and apparently Melissa doesn’t work here anymore. 

“We have a new stylist in her place,” the greeter at the front desk told you kindly. “I could fit you in if you’d like that same station?” 

The station doesn’t matter to you; they all look the same and have the same tools. Obviously, when it comes to getting your hair cut, the stylist makes the difference. But, since you’re a couple months too late to catch up with Melissa, a new stylist is who you’ll be working with. 

The PA still plays some sort of weird pop-rock fusion that mixes Nat King Cole with Billy Idol, but you just try to focus on it to keep your leg from bouncing. You always get anxious like this when you come in for an appointment, even though you always tell yourself the same thing. It’s just hair. If you don’t like it, it’ll grow back. Or, if worst comes to worst, you could always shave it.

You hear your name being called, and you look up to the person who’d just approached the waiting area around the partition that blocks off the styling area. You blink, your mind going fuzzy as you try to make sense of what you see.

“Looks like I’ll be cutting your hair today,” the man standing at the end of the row of chairs says, with a grin that puts boyish dimples on his cheeks. “I’m Eddie.”

Eddie the Hairdresser is a bit more than you can handle right now. Between his long, curly hair, and the shirt he wears that gives you a view of the tattoos crawling up his arms, you think your knees might already be made out of jelly as you try to stand. But then he sticks out his hand for you to shake, and he’s wearing big, chunky rings that glint in the light, and you think you might swoon like a Victorian damsel.

“I’m, uh–” you begin intelligently, as you fit your hand into his big one. He squeezes just the tiniest bit and smirks at you. “I– I’m trying to, uh–”

“First time?” Eddie asks you with a tilt of his head. His brown eyes crease at the edges with mirth.

“Oh, um, no,” you mutter, looking everywhere but at his dimples. He has a tattoo on his neck of a dragon. You stare at it for a moment too long. “I used to come and see Melissa, forever ago.” 

“Oh! Yeah, Melissa was great. She trained me,” Eddie starts jabbering as he tilts his head and leads you around the partition. You’re met with the smell of hairspray and the sound of blow dryers getting louder. “She’s a hard act to follow, but I hope I can do well enough. Let’s get you started with a wash, hm?” 

You smile as he winks at you conspiratorially. You always feel a little bit awkward as you sit in the chair for the wash sinks, but Eddie ushers you into it with a little wave of his hand and gently– more gently than you can remember even Melissa being– lifts the ends of your hair and places a soft towel around your shoulders.

“What kept you away all this time?” Eddie asks pleasantly as he tests the water temperature. “Melissa’s been gone for a while.”

“Yeah, I, uh, I was working a lot,” you stumble into an explanation, your cheeks heating up a bit. It’s hard not to feel like you need to repent for not coming in to get a trim every month. “Last time I came in, I got my hair cut really short, so it wasn’t like I needed to come in for a trim for a long time, and by the time I really needed one it was long enough that I could do it myself… so, I just kept doing that.”

“So, what are we doing today?” Eddie inquires as his fingertips brush along your temples to tuck your hair back behind your ears and into the wash basin. With gentle prompting, he tilts your head back into the bin and begins to wet the ends of your hair.

“I figured it’s time I go short again,” you tell him, more confident than you really feel about it. It was a split second decision, one that you made because the reflection in the mirror was looking back at you with such a dead expression that you decided you needed a change in a bad way. For a lighter note, you supplement, “I’m tired of brushing tangles out of my hair every morning, and the other day I had a whole bird’s nest at the back of my neck, y’know.”

“Pssh, I know all about tangles. You saw my hair,” Eddie chuckles as the lukewarm water touches your scalp. Goosebumps rise on your arms while he rambles on, “I have to comb my hair wet or else I look like I got electrocuted. I never used to care about that sort of thing before I went to school for this, but once you start learning about proper treatment it’s kind of hard to ignore. I used to wash my hair with bar soap. Dry as hell, no conditioner. I’m surprised I got it long to begin with.” 

You find yourself smiling just thinking about it. “Bar soap? With those curls?”

“Don’t tell anyone, my reputation will be ruined,” Eddie leans down and whispers to you while he reaches for a bottle of shampoo. You hear a crack of a bottle cap, and then his hands are in your hair again, working the sweet smelling soap into your roots. “I’m trying to get employee of the month, but they’re never gonna give it to me if they know I used to sabotage my own hair with Irish Spring.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you tell him sweetly, but you’re barely paying attention to his words anymore. His fingers are pressing into areas on your head that haven’t had a proper massage in forever, and months of tension headaches are being brought to the forefront of your mind. 

You never consider how oddly intimate having someone wash your hair is until you’re in the thick of it. Eddie’s thumbs massage circles into your occipitals with just a perfect amount of pressure, and the muscles down the back of your neck slowly melt and relax, moving with the swell of his fingertips. You suddenly feel very relaxed and very sleepy, and your eyelids drift closed as Eddie’s thumbs trace the line of your skull up to your hairline.

It even takes a moment for you to tune into the fact that he’s humming. Under his breath, he’s singing along to the notes of the song on the PA. He’s doing it in such a way that you’re sure he’s not even aware of it, himself, and you’d comment on it if you weren’t afraid that you’d embarrass him. His fingers are massaging circles around your temples now, and while you’re trying to focus on the sound of him harmonizing with the music, your mind is again trying to distract you with the feeling developing at the base of your spine. A ticklish, warm feeling spreads between your hips, disrupting the lull you find yourself in and forcing you to blink your eyes open. 

Oh, no. We’re not doing that right now.

You can’t say you’re surprised that this is your response. His hands are all over your head and you haven’t been touched by anyone in… well, a very long time, to say the least. You’re probably a little starved for it, all things considered. But this is really the wrong time and place to be getting turned on by a guy’s touch.

You shift in your seat, trying not to be too obvious about it when Eddie pulls his hands away and begins rinsing your hair again. Crossing your legs would be a dead giveaway, but the warm feeling is turning into a subtle throb between your legs, and Eddie’s hands are back on your head, now gently combing the conditioner through the length of your hair as though he’s petting you.

After a few torturous minutes of trying to ignore the blooming arousal deep in your gut, Eddie cuts the water and wraps your hair in the towel to secure it. 

“Now comes the hard part,” Eddie says, probably not meaning to make it sound so suggestive, but your mind seems to be taking its sweet time loitering in the gutter. 

You stare dazedly up at the ceiling. Now is the hard part?

Eddie leads you to what used to be Melissa’s station, and swings the swivel chair around for you with a flourish. “Step into my office, sweetheart. I’ll get you all dressed up in a sexy robe and everything.” 

You stifle a giggle as you slide into the seat. His “office” is one table in a row of other tables, and two feet away an older woman is getting her hair bleached by a girl with an undercut. As Eddie spins you around, the stylist shoots him a look. 

“He’s a shameless flirt,” she tells you, making eye contact with you in the mirror. Eddie lays a smock across your front and buttons it at the back of your neck.

“I’ll have you know, I’ve been minding my manners very well,” Eddie huffs with feigned indignation as he unwraps your hair and tosses the towel onto the table in front of you. He still winks at you in the mirror when he leans around you to pick up a comb. “So far.”

You can’t help the way that your jaw clenches. He’s really not going to make this easy on you. You wonder if he knows where your mind has been for the last ten minutes.

Eddie moves around to the back of your chair and presses on a lever to raise it up, but nothing happens. 

“Dammit,” Eddie curses under his breath, and turns to his coworker, who’s still loading tinfoil into the woman’s hair until she looks like something from Close Encounters. “I can’t believe you gave me the crap chair.”

“Early birds get the good chairs,” the stylist replies. 

Eddie sighs and turns back to you, and finds you looking at him curiously in the mirror. “This is the only broken chair in the whole salon, and everyone hates it, so it tends to move around. You never know if you’ll get the crap chair.”

“That’s sabotage,” you giggle.

“I know! So I have to bend down to style you, I’m sorry.”

“I think I can handle it.” You watch him give you a look in the mirror that makes you shift in your seat again. 

“So,” he begins, looking down at your head as he begins detangling your hair. “We’re going short?”

“That’s the plan,” you say with a puff of your chest. Please, god, don’t let it be horrible. 

“How short?” he prompts, eyeing you in the mirror. “Shoulder length? Close cropped?”

You reach up a slightly shaky hand and pinch the length that you want between two fingers. “Here’s good.”

Eddie nods, looking somewhat pleased. “Are we doing layers?”

“Yeah, I think layers would be good for the long term.” 

“Gives you more flexibility,” he agrees. He picks up a pair of scissors and begins measuring out the length that you want. “I’ll start with the length and then we’ll move to bangs, all right?” 

“That… sounds good.” You’re temporarily discombobulated by Eddie taking the sides of your head and tilting your head down just the slightest bit. 

“Stay just like that for me, okay?” he says quietly.

You blink down at the table in front of you, feeling your mouth go dry. “No problem.” Your hands nervously twitch beneath the cover of the smock across your body.

He goes back to humming along with the music on the PA, and you don’t have the heart to interrupt him. You’re trying to focus on anything but the nerves in your system and the way his touch keeps making you want to jump out of your seat.

After a moment, he stops humming and dusts a bit of hair off of your shoulder. “There we go. Good girl.” 

You blink up at Eddie in the mirror, and then see the transformation from long hair to short on your head. 

“How does it feel?” Eddie asks, leaning down to pinch the ends of the front and measure the evenness of the length. You stare at his fingers, and the tattoo of a bat just above his thumb on his left hand.

“Ten pounds lighter,” you joke. It feels like you’ve swallowed a lump of hot coal, but he doesn’t need to know that. Eddie grins, and his dimples make a glorious reappearance. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs, and again positions your head where he wants it, staring directly forward. “Honestly, even if you wanted to stop here, it would suit you. I don’t think there’s a way to make you look bad, sweetheart.”

“You’ve never seen me with a hangover,” you scoff, trying to ignore how your heart skips a beat. 

Eddie smirks at you in the mirror while he starts working on giving your hair layers. “My guess is that you still look just as cute, but with a bit more of a grumpy look around here.” He gestures to your brow with one finger, and reaches over to set aside the texturizing scissors. 

“So, what I’m hearing is, you think I’m cute?” you say, still trying to play up the confidence that you don’t really have. Your hand squeezes your thigh under the smock you wear, your nails digging in for purchase.

“No, I think you’re gorgeous,” Eddie says swiftly, like it’s just a matter of fact. “But, I think you’d also be cute when you’re hungover. Plus, with this hair, you’d probably look all unkempt and I love the mental image that’s creating.”

His hands fluff the layers that he’s put into your hair, ruffling them gently and carding his fingers through them to measure their length. You’re sure that he’s not aware of the moon-eyed look you’re giving him in the mirror. 

Except, then he moves around you to start working on your bangs, and the smirk that comes across his face when he looks down at yours is enough to make you lose your composure. He knows everything that’s going on in your head, you’re sure of it. 

Cocky bastard.  

“I like your tattoos,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear over the music and the sounds of blow dryers all around you. He’s face to face with you, so close that you can count the freckles on his pale face.

Eddie’s eyes light up. “Yeah? What about ‘em?” 

“Well,” you lick your lips, your eyes flicking down to the one on his neck, and the one peeking out of his collar. “They’re colorful, and they look like you put a lot of thought into picking out each one. They’re pretty.”

“Hmm. You flatter me,” he remarks, trying to hide his grin and failing. If you look closely, there’s just the slightest pink tint to his cheeks that wasn’t there before. He finishes trimming your bangs, and just before he stands up, he chucks you lightly under the chin. “Keep it up and you might get a freebie.”

A free what? You’re imagining he means some sort of a free hair wash or something, but you can’t keep your mind from going to unprecedented places. 

“All right. Bear with me, I’m gonna blow dry you now.” He turns your chair away from the mirror to get you a bit closer to the blow dryer, and for a few minutes, there’s a lull in the conversation. 

Then, all at once, the blow dryer shuts off, and Eddie leans down towards you. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“Eddie, you’re gonna make me nervous.”

“Well, we don’t want that.” You just barely turn your head to look at him; just enough that your noses barely brush. You steal a breath that comes from his mouth, and then, Eddie turns you to the mirror. “Like I said,” he murmurs, “There’s not a way to make you look bad.”

“Holy shit,” you breathe. And holy shit is right– he’s done a complete number on you. Your hair is voluminous, framing your face in a way that you haven’t seen it before.  

“What do you think?” he asks, and for a moment, you think it’s a rhetorical question.

“I think you’re way better than Melissa,” you tell him, once you realize that it’s not rhetorical and he’s really asking you what you think. You’re sure that he’d make adjustments if you needed, but you don’t need him to. He’s read you like a book. He’s made you look better than you could ever have hoped for. 

“I’m gonna need that in writing,” he tells you, with the most serious expression you’ve ever seen. “For employee of the month, and all.”

“Tell me where to sign.”

He jerks his head, and all at once the fog lifts. You follow him to the front desk like a lost puppy, feeling like you don’t actually want to leave. You want to sit in his chair while he cuts your hair until you have none left. You want to keep his attention on you and stare at his smile, his hair, his eyes, his tattoos, for the rest of time. 

“I look forward to next time, princess,” he tells you, but you’re hyperfocused on the touch of his hand to your lower back. 

You watch him telling something to the girl at the front desk, his hand wrapped around the edge of the table and distracting you for the umpteenth time. You watch his silver rings glint in the light, and you think about them weaving through your hair; you think about his fingers and how they’d feel on places besides your head.

“So, when did you want to schedule an appointment?” 

You blink a few times, and in a dazed glow you come back to where you are. At the front desk. Paying for your haircut. “Sorry, what?” 

“The… next appointment? For your trim?” The secretary tilts her head, smiling at you kindly. “When did you want to come in?”

“Oh,” you murmur, looking down at the keyboard that she’s typing on. Eddie has disappeared back around the partition with a sweet smile and a wave cast in your direction. You just want him to come back again. “What would you suggest? Y’know, for this kind of a cut?”

“Hmm,” the girl hums, and sizes you up. Not in a way that makes you doubt yourself, but in a way that tells you she’s taking your question seriously. “Probably about four weeks. See if the length is something you’re happy with?” 

“Great. Four weeks from now. With Eddie.” You peer down at the rack of business cards on the deck, and pick up the one farthest to the right. 

Eddie Munson, Stylist. Set an appointment today!

By four weeks, your hair has already reached your shoulders, and the ease of maintenance is starting to wear off. When you get a call reminding you about your appointment with Eddie, your head reels with the knowledge that you’ll see him again.

You calmly assert to yourself that this time, there will be no mooning over him. He’s just your hairdresser. You figure he just has a job to do, tips to earn, and so on. You don’t know if he’s available, you don’t know if he’s single or if he even likes you the way that you like him. You don’t know anything about him, really.

False. You know that he used to wash his hair with bar soap.

You snicker to yourself as you sit in the waiting area yet again. The only available slot for him today was 6:30; pretty close to closing time, but for a Wednesday you figured it was best for you to come late, since you’d have time to get yourself together after work.

You’ve never been in the salon so late. It’s getting dark outside, and the overhead lights cast a semi-yellow glow around the waiting area. Business is dying down now. Not as many people love the idea of getting their hair cut so late, you suppose, but it was either this or wait another week to get an appointment with Eddie, and with the rate that your hair is growing, you’d probably be going insane by then.

“Hey, you,” Eddie says, popping his head around the partition with a grin that makes you nearly melt in your seat. His curly hair hangs in a curtain out in midair, and his long neck stretches out for you to take a gander at. “Just couldn’t stay away, huh?”

You smile at him. “Well, you’re the only person I trust with my head.”

What the fuck did you just say?

Eddie smirks, glowing pink around the ears. “I’ll keep that in mind, princess. Let me clean up my station real quick and I’ll getcha goin’, all right?”

You swallow back the lump in your throat. “Yeah, sure, no worries.”

When Eddie disappears again, you slide down in your seat and clap your hand across your eyes. You’re sort of glad that nobody was in the waiting room to see that ridiculous exchange, but you still have to sit with your embarrassment while Eddie cuts your hair. Again.

There will be no pining. There will be no getting weirdly turned on by him washing your hair. Nope, not happening this time.

This time, when Eddie ushers you back behind the partition, there’s only one two other stylists who are there cleaning their stations. The PA has been turned way down, so you can barely register what it’s playing at all.

“You actually came at a good time,” Eddie tells you as you trail after him toward the wash station. “You’re the last person for the night, so I can really take my time with you.”

“O-oh.. really?” You beat back your perverted thoughts with a stick. “To do what?”

“Oh, y’know,” Eddie shrugs as he lays a towel around your shoulders again, just as gentle as he was the last time. “We could do something totally crazy. Who knows what’ll happen?”

His voice is animated, pleasantly filling the empty space where your thoughts might become too much if you let them wander. 

Over the past month, after you’d recovered from your last meeting with Eddie, and as you were preparing for this one, you came up with a few things that you could ask him about– just to keep your mind from going to places you didn’t want them to. To save yourself the embarrassment and the ordeal of having to play whack-a-mole with your libido, and all. 

“Did you get employee of the month?” you begin with.

Eddie laughs, and then sighs. “No, our manicurist got it. I’ll get it this time, I just gotta stay on my A-game.” His blunt nails rake your hair away from your forehead and temples, and a lukewarm stream of water hits the crown of your skull.

You nearly want to jump out of your skin at the feeling. “Was it because they gave you the crap chair too many times?”

“Probably. But I got here early today, so the good news is you don’t have to sit in the crap chair this time.” 

“Aww, I kind of liked the crap chair. Kept me grounded.” You hear him huff a laugh as he starts lathering shampoo through your hair. Trying to keep your mind running so you don’t focus too hard on how good his rings feel scraping against your scalp, you ask, “How’d you get into this line of work?”

“Honestly, it’s kind of a weird story,” Eddie starts, beginning to massage his fingertips into your skull in a way that makes your toes curl in your shoes. You tighten your hands on the arms of your chair and take a deep breath. “So, it took me three tries to graduate high school, right? I was terrible at it. And, y’know, I figured I’d only end up working in a garage or something for the rest of my life. But I was cutting my mane all on my own, and eventually I started cutting my friends’ hair too, because they were all in college and it’s cheaper than going to a salon. I mean–” he chuckles, and begins rinsing your hair– “believe me. I know all about it. And it just came to me really easily, ‘cause I used to be great at drawing and crafting and stuff. And it’s kind of the same thing– once you learn the medium, it’s smooth sailing from there.”

The salon has gone eerily quiet, and by the time Eddie wraps your head and sits you up, you realize that the other stylists have gone, and you and Eddie are the last people in the building. You’d be a little nervous about it, but you got Eddie on a roll, and honestly, he makes it so easy to listen to him.

“Anyways, one day my friend Robin says to me, ‘You should totally get your credential for this,’ and I said, ‘You have to go to school for this shit?’” You blow a raspberry of a laugh, no longer feeling anxious as he sits you down on his not-crap styling chair. He drapes a smock over you, and cracks a grin at you in the mirror. “I know! So, I’ve never been great at school, and I can’t afford to pay for beauty school tuition on the pay I was making at the time, so my friends… they pooled together some money to at least pay for my first semester. And then– get this– I got on the fucking Dean’s list.”

“No way.”

“I did! Yours truly!” He does a little bow, and while you’re still giggling, he begins detangling your hair. “So, I got grants. And I finished top of my class, because as it turns out, when you don’t hate what you’re studying it’s really easy to do well. I got my certification framed and everything. Show that to my damn high school principal.” He shakes his head, but the smile is still on his face when he says, “But now I just have to get that fucking employee of the month.” 

“Anything I can do to help?” you offer, admiring his face in the mirror again without even realizing you’re doing it. You love seeing him grin, showing off his dimples and the smile lines around his eyes.

“Oh, you know,” he shrugs with a cute scrunch of his nose. “Just make sure you write my boss a letter saying how fantastic and amazing I am and how there’s no other hair stylist like me and how you’ll never find anyone as cool and sexy anywhere else. Something subtle like that oughta do it.” 

“Shouldn’t be difficult,” you tell him smoothly. “I already had that one drafted.”

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling when he reaches for his scissors, but you still notice the faint blush on his cheeks that he tries to hide behind his curtain of hair. “Flattery. You know what that gets you with me.”

A freebie. You hear his voice echoing in your head, and you swallow past the dryness in your throat. “Like… what? A mohawk?”

“Would you want a mohawk?” he asks you, pausing his movements to peer at you. “Because that’d be metal as hell, I’d be so down.” 

You laugh. “I appreciate it, but I think… probably not today.”

Eddie hums, and returns to smoothing your hair back away from your face. “So we’re just doing the same as last time?” 

“Yeah, not too flashy.” 

“Gotcha. It’s a shame, though. I’m always up for a challenge.” 

“Well, I think that short hair is just easier to maintain,” you tell him, at a loss for what else to say. He glances up at you in the mirror, and locks eyes with you. “And it doesn’t make my neck look as stumpy as it is.”

Eddie tilts his head with a confused pout, and then he reaches down and wraps his hands loosely around your throat. Your breath stalls in your chest, your eyes focused on the sight of his hands on you, his thumbs gently stroking the nape of your neck and his ring clad fingers pressed just below your chin. His fingers link and hold you, creating a necklace that you’ll never be able to find anywhere else.

Oh, shit. Oh, fucking hell. Everything below your waist draws up tight and hard, your thighs clamping together like that’s going to somehow will away the hold that Eddie has on you.

You lift your eyes and find his in the mirror, dark and focused in on you. You hold each others’ gaze for a prolonged moment, not saying anything, you barely even daring to breathe. You can’t imagine what the expression on your face looks like. You’re too busy staring at the one on his– like there are a million thoughts running through his head, and you’re desperate to know every single one of them.

“Nah, I think you’re perfect.” And just like that, Eddie moves on like nothing happened, picking up his scissors again. Like he didn’t just fry your brain. Like you’re not halfway to cardiac arrest.

You’re dumbstruck as he starts trimming the ends of your hair. You told yourself there would be no mooning over him. No pining. But here, you are, turned on beyond belief, and having to deal with the heartbeat pulsing between your legs, and not shift around, because you don’t want to fuck him up. 

When he pinches the ends of the front to see if they’re level, you’re staring directly at him in the mirror. Not even trying to hide it, either. If you did try, you’d most certainly fail. Eddie frowns in concentration, a bit of a crease to his brow as he peers at his hands.

Eddie tuts. “I’m trying to figure out– is it–?” He grabs the back of your chair, and suddenly you’re being swiveled around to face him. “Sometimes these mirrors don’t even help a guy out at the worst goddamn times…”

Your breathing is way heavier than it needs to be. Is it hot in here? Did they crank up the heat in this place specifically to spite you? Eddie’s face is so close to yours, and you’re not sure if the fact that you aren’t in the crap chair is helping. You’re higher up now, and he doesn’t have to bend down as far to get level with you, and his eyes are the color of dark chocolate, and you–

Eddie’s hand comes up and snips the tip off the right side. “There we go. One side was all fucked.”

“Well, we don’t want anything getting fucked, do we?” you mutter under your breath. What’s left of it.

Eddie pauses and his eyes flick up to yours. His eyelashes are long and flutter as he holds your gaze again, while you try hard not to look away. There’s that unreadable expression on his face from earlier, morphing slowly into something like amusement, but that could also just be your mind playing tricks on you. Don’t look at his lips. Don’t look at his lips. Don’t look at his li–

“Screw it.” Eddie tosses his scissors to the ground and his hands come up to grip your face, smoothing your hair back tenderly before he kisses you. 

You open your mouth and Eddie is in it, searching, feeling. His hands hold your head firm and you feel the metal of his rings digging into your cheeks, and you’re splitting apart at the seams from the way he’s completely invading your senses. He smells like warm, spicy cologne and hairspray. He tastes like cigarettes and cherry coke. He moans into you, and the sound is like heaven. 

You lift your legs and wrap them around his waist, and he grunts before he pulls away just the tiniest bit to give you breathing room. 

“This is highly unprofessional, Mr. Munson,” you whisper to him, as if you don’t have him caged in with your thighs.

“I don’t… actually fucking care,” Eddie admits, his nose just nudging against yours. “Got so fuckin’ hard the minute I saw you. What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

“Dunno,” you murmur against his mouth, “I’m waiting for you to tell me.” 

“C’mere.” He pulls you out of your seat, and you practically trip over the smock he clipped around your neck. 

“Get me out of this thing,” you giggle, letting your forehead fall onto his shoulder. You inhale a deep breath of his cologne, feeling his chest shake with his laugh. 

“Aww, but you look so cute,” Eddie coos, but his hands come up to undo the button at the back of your neck. The fabric slides to the ground, and Eddie kicks it aside as he crowds you back against the table. Your ass hits the edge of it and your hand falls onto a comb when you try to steady yourself. He pulls you flush to his body, his hands caging you in. Eddie’s tongue dances over your bottom lip and you moan, lifting your hands to tangle in the fabric of his shirt.

He ducks his head to help you pull his shirt off before he tosses it somewhere to the side. You’re distracted by his tattoos, each one of them beautiful and detailed, standing out against his pale skin.

Then, you remember something that he told you earlier, and you connect some dots that you hadn’t even realized were there. “Did you draw these?” 

Eddie’s grin could blind the sun. He blushes pink down his neck and shoulders. “Yeah, I did.” 

“They’re gorgeous. I meant what I said before– I really like them.” 

He sucks in a deep breath, and then his lips are on you, everywhere they can manage. On your face, your neck, trying to get at your collarbone but your shirt is in the way. He fists it in his hands, making a petulant noise in the back of his throat. “Help me out here, sweetheart.”

Your shirt lands somewhere near his. You don’t see exactly where, because he’s pulling the straps of your bra down your shoulders so that he can mouth kisses across your breasts, pulling down on the cups until he can graze his teeth over your nipple. It takes you so off guard that you bite back a squeal, tugging at his hair and rubbing your thighs together to stave off the incessant throbbing between them.

When you look down at him, his eyes are so dark that they’re almost black. Your heart thuds erratically in your chest, your breath not coming even though you gasp and pull at the air with everything you have. You can’t really fathom why he has you so worked up– just that it’s been so long since anyone touched you like this, and now that you have it it’s like every little point of contact is on fire.

Eddie grazes his teeth across your breast, and your knees nearly buckle out from under you. You grab his face, guiding him back up to you. 

“What were you thinking when you grabbed my throat?” you ask him, your voice hoarse in the back of your throat. 

His hands are on you now, grabbing at your waist and hips, squeezing like he’ll never let go. “I can show you, if you want,” Eddie answers, and he sounds just as wrecked as you. Maybe more. 

There’s absolutely no way you’re going to refuse that. Not with the way you’ve been lusting after him since meeting him. You nod. “Eddie, please–”

He kisses you hard again before mumbling against your lips, “Turn around and take off your pants.”

You do what he asks without a second’s hesitation. You watch him in the mirror as he follows your movements, undoing his own belt, and you kick your jeans and underwear off without thinking about why you’re here, without wondering about the repercussions. You figure you can probably do that later.

Right now, Eddie’s smoothing his hand up your spine, and the feeling of his fingers dancing along your skin sends shivers through your body. His fingers weave through the hair at the nape of your neck, and he pulls just slightly, until you bare your neck. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. Your heart hammers as you watch him, dark eyes and hair and rosy cheeks in the mirror, his carnation colored lips twisting into a wicked grin at you. He kisses your shoulder so gently it’s like the fluttering of a feather. 

“‘Stumpy neck,’” Eddie scoffs under his breath, and you tremble. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”

He bends you forward until you’re face to face with yourself in the mirror– but you’re looking at him, gazing into your eyes while he teases himself at your entrance.

“Oh my god,” you groan, dropping your head almost immediately at the feeling. Your head is spinning, your body rigid with anticipation and breaking out in a cool sweat already. 

“Mm-mm,” Eddie hums condescendingly, and a hand clamps around your throat, hoisting your head up again. A gasp tears from your lips. In the mirror, his eyes are blazing. “You look at me while I fuck you. That’s the only way this is gonna happen. Got it?”

You nod. You want to shrink away from the heat in his gaze, but you want him to fuck you way more than that. You shudder as he leans forward, pressing in until his chin nearly rests on your shoulder.

“I need to hear you say it, baby.” His thumb strokes lightly along your pulse point, and you make a soft noise in the back of your throat without thinking. “Tell me you understand.” 

“I understand,” you tell him, barely a whisper, but he hears it all the same. 

“Good girl.” 

Eddie grins, kisses the nape of your neck, and pulls back. When he does, you’re barely able to take a breath before he pushes his hard cock into you, and the noise you make is almost embarrassing in its volume. 

“Ohhh, you’re absolutely soaked, baby. She’s practically dripping– is this just for me?” Eddie murmurs in your ear, grinding his hips up against your ass for emphasis. The lewd noise that it makes has your toes curling and the tips of your ears burning.

“Fuck,” you moan, ginding back against him to push him deeper. He’s so thick and you’re so sensitive that your mind is completely blanking at the feeling. 

Eddie notices, and he chuckles as grabs your waist with one hand as he thrusts his hips forward. “I’ve barely gotten my cock in you, princess. Don’t go getting all dumb on me already.” His voice goes straight between your legs and your cunt pulses around him, making him hiss through his teeth. The hand on your throat tightens just slightly. “I asked you a question.”

You keen, your mind reeling as you search for words. You manage to nod, babbling out, “Yes, it’s– it’s all for you, Eddie, been wanting you so bad, s’all I can think about–”

Eddie coos, grabbing your chin to shut you up while a particularly hard thrust of his hips knocks the wind out of you. He turns his head and grazes his lips against your cheek, eyeing you in the mirror as he says, “I knew it.” 

Your eyes are on him, on his hand around your neck, on his rings pressed into your skin. All that your fucked-out mind can think is that it’s hot, and you like him and his strong hands and his pretty eyes and the way his cock is reaching places inside you that make thoughts really difficult to come by.

Eddie whispers something against your skin, and you miss it because you’re hooked on the way his eyelashes flutter for just a moment while his lips are pressed against your cheek. You lift your hand, until it rests over his against your throat, his fingers just barely laced with yours. 

“Again,” you say– it comes out like a command, but you mean it like a question. You don’t know what the fuck he just said. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he repeats, and his voice nearly cracks with the desperation in it. His sweat slick chest is pressed against your back, his thrusts rocking your hips into the table and jostling it into the wall, but his voice is so tender. “So perfect for me.” 

Your mouth falls open, your hand tightening on his. You pull, until he loosens his grip and his hand comes away with yours. You kiss his palm, then his fingertips, holding his gaze in the mirror as you slowly, gently swirl your tongue around his middle and forefinger. 

Eddie’s eyes narrow coyly at you, while his thrusts make you mewl and clutch at the table with your free hand. You suck his two fingers deep into your mouth, earning a pleased groan from him in your ear– a sound which you want to hear again and again, no matter what it takes. 

“Look at you, sweet little thing, gettin’ my fingers all wet like that,” he whispers to you, biting his lip as you grind back against him. “Wanna do something with ‘em?”

You moan, letting his fingers slide from your mouth with a wet pop. You guide his hand down your chest, down your stomach, until his fingers slide between your legs. 

“There you go,” Eddie coos, taking over from your guidance as his fingers start rubbing small circles against your clit. “Atta girl, showin’ me what you want. Just needed me to fuck you stupid first, hm?”

Your cunt pulses, and you cum with a loud moan that echoes off of the mirror in front of you and around the empty space. Eddie cries out, and you feel his warmth fill you as he cums. He slows until he stills inside you, and then he holds you, panting against your cheek, his arm wrapped around your middle and his hand on your throat.

You haven’t moved your hand away from his, you realize, after a few moments of bliss in the aftershocks. You drop your hand to the table with a thud, earning a soft, breathless chuckle from him. 

“Can I take you out to dinner?” Eddie asks you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“I think you can do whatever you want with me,” you murmur dazedly, just barely shifting and making him hiss. He’s still inside you, trying to hold you steady while he calms himself down. 

“Good.” There’s a kiss to your cheek, and Eddie grunts as he slowly eases out of you. “I still need to finish your goddamn haircut.”

“Eddie, we’re naked.” 

“And?” His hands are moving quicker than your mind is, yanking a kleenex from the table so that he can bend down and wipe the insides of your thighs. You jump at the sudden touch, but he clamps a hand around your hip to hold you still. “The sooner I finish your hair, the sooner I close up, and the sooner we go get dinner. You like Italian?”

“I didn’t think your pillow talk would involve finishing my haircut,” you grumble, but there’s a smile worming it’s way onto your face even as you say it. 

“That’s the name of the game, sweetheart,” Eddie says, tossing the tissue into the trash. He picks up your underwear, and the smock from the floor. “Now, sit your cute ass down. I’m not gonna get employee of the month by dishing out orgasms and not bangs, y’know.”