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Homecoming?

Summary: You've been dating Eddie for a while, and know how he feels about "modern conformity" but how does he feel about a school dance?

tags: Eddie x Fem! reader, established relationship, fluff

word count: around 1k

The leaves crunched softly beneath the flats you had on this cool autumn day. You knew that the choice in wardrobe was not the smartest, and you should’ve gone for something more supportive given you had to walk to school but other thoughts accompanied your head. Other thoughts that were all centered around one boy: Eddie Munson. More specifically, how you were gonna ask your boyfriend of five months to go to Homecoming with you. The boy who refused to go and attend any activity related to school unless the Hellfire Club was involved. He has always, and plans to continue his streak of rejecting mainstream conformity, which of course included the school dances.

How could you not want Eddie to go though? He already looked like a walking dream in just his regular garments– black ripped jeans, white (sometimes black) shirt, rings, and bandana— but just imagining what he would look like in a suit. With his freshly washed hair, a tailored suit that you knew he had stashed somewhere becaused Wayne insisted he ‘have it just in case’, regular set of rings, and just the right amount of cologne to enhance the smell of him. Seeing his reaction to the dress you would keep secret from him when he arrives to pick you up, the polaroids that your parents would insist on taking before departing, the cocky smirk Eddie would give up after noticing you blush to a compliment he paid your way. That imagined fantasy of the perfect night all depended on if your Eds would say yes or not. And you weren’t too sure which he would choose. 

The dance was two weeks away and you figured now was the best time to ask. Swallowing the immediate heartbeat that you believed was not only stuck in your throat, but also was loud enough to be heard from a one mile radius, you began to move towards Eddie’s lunch table. 

There is the metal music lover himself, having what seems to be a very lively conversation with Dustin Henderson. 

“Look, all I’m saying is that what my girl wants she gets, ok. She doesn’t have to worry about every needing anything, or even asking for something… well that is unless we’re doing-” 

You interject quickly with a “Hey babe” in an attempt to end wherever that conversation was going, fearful your boyfriend was going to spew your sex life to a bunch of Freshmen. You loved that he loved to please you, but given how nervous you already were about the conversation you had practiced for the past twenty minutes, this was not one of the moments Eddie needed to get your blood hot for something more than just a peck. 

“Hey princess, I was just about to tell Dusting about that lil trick you did the other-” you put one finger on his plump lips to end his sentence abruptly. He looked down at your finger and back at your eyes with a sly glint in his eye. Before he took the chance to say anything else you quickly stated “can we go talk in private?” Eddie, being the ever considerate boyfriend that he is, nodded his head with a knowing look. He could tell that you were anxious, possibly even worried, but what about? He had no idea about that one. 

You pull him by the hand to a quiet corridor, finally feeling the rhythm of your heart calm slightly (probably because you were so close to Eddie). “So angel” he slowly caresses the sides of your arms “what’s going on in that big brain of yours?” He takes one of his ring clad fingers and taps it against the side of your head slightly in a lightly teasing way. Just one of the many examples of your Ed attempting to remedy a situation with laughter. If you could bottle up his giggle, the one that caused wrinkles to form beside his eyes and a higher pitch noise come out of his body, you would. And that bottle would be your prized possession. “Eddie this is going to sound stupid, and I already know what your answer will most likely be, but I just know that if I didn’t say something I would always wonder what if right? And I can’t always wonder that because that’s how relationships begin to break apart, the resentment I would have about this whole conversation never happening would only spill into the rest of… well it would spill over into the rest of everything… so I just know I have to say-". Now it’s Eddie’s turn to place a finger over your lips that were stained from a black cherry hued lip balm. Eddie shushes you effectively, ending the needless rambling you had done for an embarrassing amount of time. “No need to strain yourself, and don’t talk about us resenting each other, I don’t like it. And I really don’t like the future me possibly not being in a relationship with you because of whatever is going on.” His warm brown eyes now peering down from above you; telling you without using an ounce of air that everything will be ok. 

You hold his gaze, and take a deep breath “Eddie, would you like to go to Homecoming with me?” Before you could get into another anxious spiel of how it would be completely ok for him to say no, and how you could also completely understand if he thought it was stupid or dumb or to ‘conforming’ for him, he did something unexpected. He moved his hands to your waist and encircled your body with his lean muscular arms only to lower his head until the lips you were touching less than five minutes ago were right beside your ear. “Princess, you know I would follow you anywhere, that includes some high school dance” he says in a deep voice. One that reminds you of times that he almost exposed to Dustin moments earlier. And maybe it was how safe you felt right now: encircled by Eddie’s warm body with his hair softly brushing against you, the only reminder that you were at Hawkins was the painted tiger on the wall that was barely in sight, but you swore this would be a memory the two of you would have forever. 

A/N: Hey! This is the second piece of work I have ever done lol, I also don't really like the ending aksdjfaopw

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Capital 'P' for Platonic

Summary: After being friends with Eddie for so long, you discover you have fallen in love with him. It wasn't on purpose, and now it's hard to ignore the feelings.

tags: Eddie x Fem!reader, friends to lovers, fluff

•word count: 1.4K

You didn’t mean to fall in love with him. You swear. And that’s the problem about the whole situation if you’re finally admitting it. After being friends with him for four years, you know very well that platonic with a capital ‘P’ as Robin likes to say, is all the relationship will be. 

How could you not get attached to Eddie Munson? The guitar lovin’, metal head bangin’, Dungeon and Dragons lovin’ giggling long haired goofball. 

The winter in Hawkins this year has been extreme and it seems as if the winter chill never leaves your bones (unless you’re with Eddie). The baseball shirt that displayed the words “Hellfire Club” with a hand drawn demon like creature clung to your frigid frame as you began the walk into school. Knowing Eddie would be ‘hyped up’ (as Mike and Dustin say) today because the campaign was almost finished made you feel giddy. It was always a good day when Eddie had that one smile you particularly loved. The one that actually reached his eyes, and caused his nose to scrunch in a way that you hoped to never forget. Yea, that smile. 

You had just finished placing your books in their correct place in the locker when you heard his soft voice come from your right. 

“Are you ready for tonight Princess of Darkness” Eddie spoke in an excited tone. “Do you even know me at all, Dungeon Master? The Princess of Darkness is always ready, even for this sadistic campaign you have created” you ended the sentence with a breathy laugh, finally turning to the side to see him. His silver gothic ring set was worn on his fingers which were also tapping an unfamiliar beat, probably a song he was working on for Corroded Coffin. You were both wearing the Hellfire Club shirt, except his was a little more frayed on the edges due to time. Paired with black rip jeans and Dr.Martens that you knew he saved up for. There it is. The warmth from Eddie that always seemed to surround him, and in turn invaded your body without any fight. Seeing Eddie in the morning was seeing the sun after a week long of rain; something you could never get tired of. 

“Whoa, whoa you’re freezing, what have I told you about wearing that heavier coat and the gloves. C’mon Y/N I can’t have my best girl get sick right before we finally end this semester-long campaign!” Ed states after gently taking your hands into his and holding both near his chest. You wondered if that was the only reason he didn’t want you getting sick? Because he was afraid of having to postpone the game, or if there was more to it? 

“Don’t worry too much about me Eddie, it’s just colder today and I was running late for school after staying up way too late last night. I blame you for that too Munson, since I was listening to the mixtape you made me” you say with an evident teasing tone that makes Eddie slightly glares at you. “Fine, I’ll just stop making you mixtapes then. Your sleep is more important anyway” he says in a tone that almost seems angry, but looking into his chocolate colored eyes exposes he is also teasing. You move your hand from his, and before he gets the chance to look upset, you close your locker and grab onto his upper bicep “C’mon, we have to get to class so you can actually graduate this year, I really do want to see you give everyone the bird."

“I already told you this will be my year Y/N” 

Both of you begin to walk towards the chemistry class you share. 

It was 8:00pm at night and the campaign still wasn’t finished. You didn’t know if you were upset at Eddie or impressed by his script writing. Vecna was back and it seemed like this might take all year long to complete. Dustin and Mike had already left– not before having a ‘top secret conversation with the Dungeon Master himself– along with the others leaving behind Eddie and you. Eddie walks in front of you to grab the door before you in order to hold it open, his body blocking most of the cold air before the chill can reach you. “See sweetheart, this is why you should have brought that winter coat” he states while turning his head to see you behind him. There’s a new emotion in his eyes that you try to decipher in the short period his eyes met yours. Concern? Worry? You didn’t know. 

“It’s okay Munson, I am going straight home, and it’s really not that bad out here” your words travel through the night air, “really Eddie, I’ll be fine I promise” you add in a more reassuring tone knowing the disproving look he is now giving you. “I would just feel better if you didn’t ride that bike to school in the middle of winter, what if you freeze to death on it?!” he exclaimed. 

“Sorry Eds but that’s all I have” you laugh while reaching for your mode of transportation. 

“You could ride with me” he mumbles quietly as if saying the words would cross an imaginary line between you two. 

“What did you say” you now are focused on him and not the bike, whispering the words in a hush tone mirroring him. 

“Well I- I just don’t… don’t really see the point of you being stuck on that thing for twenty minutes when you could just get in the van” he’s now looking down at his boots and twisting the rings around his fingers, a habit you know he does when nervous “obviously you don’t have to… I- I would never force you into anything” he finishes out, now gazing up at you with apprehension. 

“I mean, I would really appreciate that Eddie, but what if someone sees me going back to your place… they would think we're dating now or something” you end with an awkward laugh looking up at him. 

He takes a deep breath and grabs both of your hands and brings them up to his chest mimicking his actions from earlier today “would that really be the worst thing sweetheart” he whispers. 

You take a step back from him, not liking how vulnerable you feel at this moment, “Eddie that’s not funny if you’re trying to make a joke” you say in a louder tone than previously used. 

“Y/N… Y/N I’m not joking. I’ve been crushing on you probably ever since that day you poured your drink on Jason. I ju- I just didn’t know how to tell you and I always thought that you and Steve would get together, but then Dustin told me tonight I should just go for it and well, I- I guess this is me trying to ‘going for it’ as Henderson said.” He has a shy smile on his face when he ends his confession ramble. He goes to takes a step towards you and opens his arms while trying to hide how absolutely scared shitless he is right now. 

“Eds” you say and take a step into his embrace “I have been sweet on you since you gave me that handmade Hellfire shirt, I didn’t- I just didn’t know how to say anything, and I would rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all” finally accepting that wherever this conversation leads you, everything will be different afterwards. Perhaps platonic with a capital ‘P’ didn’t describe you guys after all. 

“So then we’ve come to a conclusion, Princess of Darkness, you’re riding with me from now on” he laughs out while guiding you to where he parked. “And from now on, you can just listen to all the mixtapes I make you in my trailer.” 

You hop into his van without putting up any quick witted comment, and the heat begins to run as Eddie starts the car. The chill of the winter escapes your bones, and is replaced by the comforting gaze of his eyes looking at you. 

“I mean, how can I argue with the Dungeon Master” you giggle out. 

“Since you’re not in the mood to argue with me, add boyfriend to the list of nicknames you have for me” Eddie states with a smirk playing on his lips. 

You definitely don’t disagree on that.