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bath and body works made an eddie scent??????????
ultimately i think it's all about the fictional character that you pretend to fall asleep next to when you go to bed at night
The Princess and The Vampire
SUMMARY: Eddie and Y/N go to a halloween party together as a vampire and a princess. Eddie puts those fangs to good use…
WORD COUNT: 3.3k
TAGS: eddie munson x fem!reader, vampire!eddie and princess!reader (not real, just their halloween costumes), cheerleader!reader, biting/hickies, eddie with fangs…. 👀
A/N: 💳💥 💳💥 💳please let this be your excuse to write a halloween fic. & please credit me if you use the fang pic cuz thats my edit :)
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Y/N POV
You skipped over to the front room at the sound of knocking, your sparkly pink skirt bouncing behind you. This would be your third year going as a princess for halloween. The two other times, albeit, had been in elementary school, but you’d figured it was a good idea to revive the old tradition. Glitter and pink and jewels felt so you. Besides, Eddie called you princess all the time anyway. What better costume to go to a party with him in?
You caught a glimpse in the mirror on your way to the door, readjusting your tiara and double checking your makeup. Perfect.
You pulled the heavy front door open, already beaming.
Eddie, as expected, was standing behind it. A cheap polyester black cape with red lining flowed behind him as he smiled back at you, “Trick or treat, princess.” He stuck out his tongue, in his signature Eddie way, now sporting some sick fangs.
anonymously tell me what my specialty as a fanfiction writer is
@eddiesbattattoo fuckin gets it. this is me to every fic i read or photo i see of this man my god
The Princess and the Vampire: A Halloween Fic
The Princess and The Vampire
SUMMARY: Eddie and Y/N go to a halloween party together as a vampire and a princess. Eddie puts those fangs to good use…
WORD COUNT: 3.3k
TAGS: eddie munson x fem!reader, vampire!eddie and princess!reader (not real, just their halloween costumes), cheerleader!reader, biting/hickies, eddie with fangs…. 👀
A/N: 💳💥 💳💥 💳please let this be your excuse to write a halloween fic. & please credit me if you use the fang pic cuz thats my edit :)
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Y/N POV
You skipped over to the front room at the sound of knocking, your sparkly pink skirt bouncing behind you. This would be your third year going as a princess for halloween. The two other times, albeit, had been in elementary school, but you’d figured it was a good idea to revive the old tradition. Glitter and pink and jewels felt so you. Besides, Eddie called you princess all the time anyway. What better costume to go to a party with him in?
You caught a glimpse in the mirror on your way to the door, readjusting your tiara and double checking your makeup. Perfect.
You pulled the heavy front door open, already beaming.
Eddie, as expected, was standing behind it. A cheap polyester black cape with red lining flowed behind him as he smiled back at you, “Trick or treat, princess.” He stuck out his tongue, in his signature Eddie way, now sporting some sick fangs.
The Princess and The Vampire
SUMMARY: Eddie and Y/N go to a halloween party together as a vampire and a princess. Eddie puts those fangs to good use…
WORD COUNT: 3.3k
TAGS: eddie munson x fem!reader, vampire!eddie and princess!reader (not real, just their halloween costumes), cheerleader!reader, biting/hickies, eddie with fangs.... 👀
A/N: 💳💥 💳💥 💳please let this be your excuse to write a halloween fic. & please credit me if you use the fang pic cuz thats my edit :)
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Y/N POV
You skipped over to the front room at the sound of knocking, your sparkly pink skirt bouncing behind you. This would be your third year going as a princess for halloween. The two other times, albeit, had been in elementary school, but you’d figured it was a good idea to revive the old tradition. Glitter and pink and jewels felt so you. Besides, Eddie called you princess all the time anyway. What better costume to go to a party with him in?
You caught a glimpse in the mirror on your way to the door, readjusting your tiara and double checking your makeup. Perfect.
You pulled the heavy front door open, already beaming.
Eddie, as expected, was standing behind it. A cheap polyester black cape with red lining flowed behind him as he smiled back at you, “Trick or treat, princess.” He stuck out his tongue, in his signature Eddie way, now sporting some sick fangs.
im officially making side accounts for all the fanfic i read that isnt mine, particularly smut. i havent loved reblogging NSFW on this account but i dont want to not reblog something if i enjoyed the writers work. so now they can be seperate. im gonna go through and remove a lot of the ones previously reblogged on this blog. absolute favorite recs will still get reblogged/kept here, but for the most part, go to these for recs:
bucky barnes
eddie munson
bruce wayne
these blogs aren’t gonna be curated or anything, itll just be all the stuff i read. dont expect anything special, but its def a good place to go to find new stuff!
OBSESSED with how all of us migrate between the same fucking guys
all the longterm bucky girlies writing eddie munson this summer or bruce wayne this past spring
Angel Face
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader
Summary: Eddie takes Dustin to pick up his sister from the airport and is surprised with seeing his long ago best friend.
Word Count: 3395
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“You know Henderson, I didn’t know you had a sister.” Eddie turns his head slightly to glance at the younger boy in the passenger seat. He had found out about her when Dustin gathered everyone up in a meeting to announce the news that she was moving back.
“It’s not like it was a secret.” Dustin shrugs before turning his body to face Eddie. “Thanks again for driving to pick her up. It means a lot to my mom and I that you said yes when I asked.”
“Why couldn’t your mom do it again?” Eddie wasn’t complaining, he owed his friend one after he dragged him out of the upside down, though he would’ve driven him even if he hadn’t.
“She had to work because her dick of a boss wouldn’t let her take off.”
“Bummer. Tell me about this famous sister of yours that everyone knew about except for me.”
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dead channels
Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie finds dead channels on a walkie-talkie to vent about his feelings and everything he goes through. One day, you happen to stumble upon his frequency.
A/N: I can't remember where I saw a prompt like this, but I knew that I had to write something about it. I think it's important to say that I know very little about how walkie-talkies work. And yes I went way overboard with this story but I truly loved how it turned out; it's a big one, the biggest one shot I've ever written, but I promise, it's worth it.
Word count: 11k
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February 7, 1985
You were annoyed, and Dustin would hear about it for giving you a walkie-talkie without telling you what channel you were supposed to be using.
You paced in your living room, switching the frequencies, finding dead channel after dead channel. For ten minutes the only noise coming from the device in your hands was static.
Until you turned the switch one more time, and the static stopped. You clenched your fist in victory, sitting down on your couch and about to voice your frustrations to your younger friend.
"… I hadn't seen him in four years, man."
To your surprise though, someone on the other end of the connection spoke first.
maybe it’s inevitable - eddie munson x reader
SUMMARY: You build up the courage to finally ask Eddie on a date! Buuut he thinks you’re just trying to buy drugs. 😬
TAGS: eddie munson x fem!cheerleader!reader, angst to fluff, Eddie is an idiot who doesn’t believe you’d ask him out, pining., no season spoilees
WORD COUNT: 1.9k
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Eddie POV:
“What’s Y/N L/N doing staring at us?” Dustin asked aloud to the cafeteria table.
Eddie’s head snapped up from his lunch, but you were already turning back around to your table, “Dunno,” he replied under his breath.
“Maybe she’s finally noticed how Munson stares at her like a fucking puppy.”
Eddie shot his friend a deadly glare, “You wanna say that again, Jeff?”
His friend only smiled and took a gulp of his drink instead.
Eddie turned back to Y/N, “There’s nothing to notice anyway. She’s fucking Y/N L/N. Everyone in this whole school stares at her like that. What, she’d notice me more than any of the other hundreds of guys?”
“So you do admit you stare,” Dustin accused.
Eddie threw a nut at his face.
“She’s getting up,” Gareth announced, “Maybe she’s coming over here to tell you to stop being such a creep.”
Eddie rolled his eyes and turned to Gareth, “You’re one to ta—“
“Oh my god, she is coming over here,” Jeff breathed.
Eddie moved to look but Gareth caught his hand, “No! Don’t look. Innocent until proven guilty. You’ve never stared at her before in your whole life; she has no proof.”
Eddie trained his eyes on his tray, forcing himself not to look at you— something he was pretty good at by now.
But then the boys were right. You were sitting down. Right next to him. Whaaat the fuck. His eyes shot up to you, trying to make himself look not as terrified as he was right now.
“Hey,” you smiled softly. He swallowed. Oh, God, he’d never been this close to you before. You were so fucking pretty. And you smelled so pretty too. Oh God.
“Hi” he replied, as evenly as he could. What on earth were you doing over here? Talking to HIM? You’d never talked to him.
“You wanna maybe meet up this Saturday?”
All his excitement burned to ashes. So that was it. He should have fucking known. He’d had three other people come to him today alone for drugs for Saturday’s parties.
He couldn’t decide if he wanted to tell you to fuck off for getting his hopes up or if he should accept any scrap of time you were willing to offer, regardless of purpose. He decided on just acting like you were any other customer. Cuz apparently that’s all you wanted to be to him. Obviously. Should’ve known.
“Yeah. Sure,” he muttered.
“We… don’t have to,” you started to back out.
Okay, maybe he didn’t need to treat you that impersonally, “No, no, we… can. Uh. My place?” He offered that since it would mean less time he’d have to go out of his way for this. But he realized quickly you were the wrong crowd for that. You and all your friends wanted very little to do with him; you guys always requested somewhere as hidden as possible. “Or we could meet in the—“
“No! Your place is fine! Uh, how’s 6 sound?
Eddie nodded. 6. Yup. Perfect timing to get weed just before going to a party.
“Cool. See you then.” And then you were retreating back to the safety of your table.
“See?” Eddie told the table once you were out of earshot, “Nothing to notice. She just wanted drugs. Of course.”
Eddie stood up from his seat and left the cafeteria. He wasn’t hungry anymore, anyway.
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Eddie scrubbed a hand over his face when he heard the knock.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he grumbled.
He opened the door, and Jesus fucking Christ.
There you were, wearing the cutest outfit he’d ever seen you in, with your hair all tied up as usual and your cute hands playing with your fingernails nervously. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Maybe just for a moment he could pretend you were a pretty girl here for a date, and not for a business exchange before you would go back to pretending he didn’t exist. But then… if you were going to a party, that meant you were dressed like that for someone else. You were someone else’s pretty date, for that guy to open the door to you and see.
He felt like he’d been punched in the gut.
“Hi,” he said simply.
“Hey,” you smiled.
Don’t fucking smile at me like that.
“Come on in,” he motioned, turning around and letting you follow him in. He couldn’t keep looking at you standing there. He needed to get you your shit and get you out before he exploded.
He headed toward the dresser. Usually he would have prepared stuff for you ahead of time, but he couldn’t bring himself to this time. He was fucking grateful he didn’t. It gave him something else to look at right now instead of you.
But that also meant it gave you time to look at his place while he searched. He suddenly felt self-conscious. He always was in times like this, about his shitty little trailer compared to everyone else’s at that school. But usually he just told himself anyone judging him wasn’t worth shit. With you…
“So, what party?” he asked, hoping to distract you from the place.
“Huh?”
“What party are you going to tonight?”
“Uh. No party…?”
He rolled his eyes. Really? Did you think he was stupid? “Look, I’m not gonna show up, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said it light-heartedly, but it came out with much more bite than he’d anticipated. Figures. He was pissed about it. You guys always did this shit. You think he wanted to go to those awful parties where basically everyone would just get in line to bully the shit out of him? Yeah, no thanks.
“I’m not lying. Why would I lie?”
Eddie furrowed his brow and turned around at that. You sounded so genuine. Maybe you weren’t lying? But… his eyes trailed down to your outfit. You were dressed up for something. So… then were you headed to a one-on-one date instead of a whole party? Oh, God, that was so much worse. Providing weed for you to go on a date with someone else. He shouldn’t have asked at all. He turned back around to find something as quickly as possible and get this done so he could get high himself and hopefully never have to think about this ever, ever again.
“Am I not good enough for you?” Your voice came from behind him, “Is that it? Some backwards retribution for what the guys put you through? Or is it someone else?”
Eddie spun around. What?????
You were… Jesus, you were crying. What on earth???
Maybe… you thought he was gonna short you? Or maybe you thought crying would get you a discount? Well, no dice. Even if you looked really cute with your big eyes all watered up like that. But he would never tell you that. All your jock friends would come beat the shit out of him if they knew he’d thought that.
Or, Jesus, maybe you were mad he was taking so long and wasting your precious time. Well, lucky for you then, he’d just found the right bag.
“I was… gonna give you a half ounce for $20? That seems fair to me…?”
“What?” you asked quietly.
He looked down at the baggie in his hand, then back to you, “What?”
“Eddie,” you chuckled. Oh man, he liked when you said his name. “Eddie, I’m not here for drugs.”
What??? What on earth else could you be here for?
“I was asking– I was asking you to go on a date with me.”
You… sorry. You what? No way he’d heard that right.
“You… you were… asking me… on a date.”
You nodded.
“And… not a date as a way to get drugs?” He really wouldn’t be able to handle that if that was the case. If he got to kiss you and put his hands on you… he wasn’t sure he could ever let go. Or that he would ever recover from being used like that by you.
“I don’t even do drugs, Eddie.”
Eddie set the weed back down and put a hand to his forehead, trying to work through this, “You’re serious?”
He was running through every option. The one that kept screaming at him was that this was a prank, but you wouldn’t have cried like that for a prank. What on earth else could your motive here be???
“Um,” you played with your sleeve, “If it’s… if it’s so ridiculous to you that I’m interested in you, you could just say that. I know your whole M.O. is, like, anti-cheerleader. So, if you don’t want to date me, I can just g—“
“Woah, woah, I never said that.”
A universe in which he wouldn’t fucking jump— no, not jump, fucking tackle every other motherfucker on the track— to date you didn’t even exist. He wondered how you could have possibly seen it like that. That somehow he thought he was too good for you? That wasn’t even a fathomable.
“Look, I’m…” he shook his head, “just trying to process… the queen of Hawkins high is asking me on a date. You do know who I am, right?”
Everyone knew. Scary, satanic, fucking freak who ran around the school terrorizing everyone. You were there every day in that cafeteria, seeing him yelling and walking on tables. You’d heard everyone calling him awful nicknames. Hell, half your high school experience had been him repeating his senior year. You absolutely knew who he was.
“Um, well, that is kind of the whole point of going on a date with someone,” you explained, “To learn about who they are…”
He wanted to ram his head through a door. You were so fucking adorable. And so fucking genuine. You actually wanted to date him. You actually wanted to know him. As fucking ludicrous and backwards as it was, that’s what you were telling him right now. And for some other ludicrous reason, he was believing you.
He cracked a grin, shocked, “So you LIKE me?”
You swatted his arm, “Eddie! Answer me!”
“I’m sorry! Sorry! Obviously, obviously I want to date you. I’m not entirely sure what you think you’re getting out of this situation, and I know you’re gonna get sick of me really quick, but if you’re willing to low ball yourself to my—“
“Eddie,” you repeated, “Just shut up.”
Eddie grinned even wider, “See? Told ya you’d get tired of me quickly.”
You opened your mouth to protest but he was already kissing you. The floodgates were open. He was kissing you and he would never stop kissing you now. He’d had a crush on you for so long and you tasted just as sweet as he’d always thought you would. You two were gonna go on a fucking date, and fucking hold hands and shit, and you’d come up to his lunch table to talk to him all the time, and—
Wait.
Eddie pulled away.
“Oh my god, I’ve been so rude to you this week!”
“Oh. Uh. It’s okay–”
“It most certainly is not!”
“Eddie—“
“If anyone else treated the girl I was dating like that and made her cry, I would literally go kick their teeth in.” That wasn’t even the half of what he’d do if someone made you cry. He’d be in jail for murder by the end of the night, guaranteed.
You giggled, “As admirable as that is, I prefer your teeth as they are.”
“Okay, then think of something else. Anything. You name it.”
“Go on a real date with me?” You raised your eyebrows. As if he would fucking say no.
“That’s a reward, not a punishment.”
“Go on a real date with me to the movies and buy my body’s weight worth of popcorn for me?”
He grinned, “Atta girl.”
His girl. Fuck.
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A/N: HI HI HI HI I looove writing his perspective he’d be literally so sweet to a girl he’s crushing on i love him i love him
Read Y/N’s POV here!
maybe it’s inevitable - eddie munson x reader
SUMMARY: You build up the courage to finally ask Eddie on a date! Buuut he thinks you’re just trying to buy drugs. 😬
TAGS: eddie munson x fem!cheerleader!reader, angst to fluff, Eddie is an idiot who doesn’t believe you’d ask him out, pining., no season spoilees
WORD COUNT: 1.9k
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Eddie POV:
“What’s Y/N L/N doing staring at us?” Dustin asked aloud to the cafeteria table.
Eddie’s head snapped up from his lunch, but you were already turning back around to your table, “Dunno,” he replied under his breath.
“Maybe she’s finally noticed how Munson stares at her like a fucking puppy.”
Eddie shot his friend a deadly glare, “You wanna say that again, Jeff?”
His friend only smiled and took a gulp of his drink instead.
Eddie turned back to Y/N, “There’s nothing to notice anyway. She’s fucking Y/N L/N. Everyone in this whole school stares at her like that. What, she’d notice me more than any of the other hundreds of guys?”
“So you do admit you stare,” Dustin accused.
Eddie threw a nut at his face.
“She’s getting up,” Gareth announced, “Maybe she’s coming over here to tell you to stop being such a creep.”
Eddie rolled his eyes and turned to Gareth, “You’re one to ta—“
“Oh my god, she is coming over here,” Jeff breathed.
Eddie moved to look but Gareth caught his hand, “No! Don’t look. Innocent until proven guilty. You’ve never stared at her before in your whole life; she has no proof.”
Eddie trained his eyes on his tray, forcing himself not to look at you— something he was pretty good at by now.
But then the boys were right. You were sitting down. Right next to him. Whaaat the fuck. His eyes shot up to you, trying to make himself look not as terrified as he was right now.
“Hey,” you smiled softly. He swallowed. Oh, God, he’d never been this close to you before. You were so fucking pretty. And you smelled so pretty too. Oh God.
“Hi” he replied, as evenly as he could. What on earth were you doing over here? Talking to HIM? You’d never talked to him.
“You wanna maybe meet up this Saturday?”
All his excitement burned to ashes. So that was it. He should have fucking known. He’d had three other people come to him today alone for drugs for Saturday’s parties.
He couldn’t decide if he wanted to tell you to fuck off for getting his hopes up or if he should accept any scrap of time you were willing to offer, regardless of purpose. He decided on just acting like you were any other customer. Cuz apparently that’s all you wanted to be to him. Obviously. Should’ve known.
“Yeah. Sure,” he muttered.
“We… don’t have to,” you started to back out.
Okay, maybe he didn’t need to treat you that impersonally, “No, no, we… can. Uh. My place?” He offered that since it would mean less time he’d have to go out of his way for this. But he realized quickly you were the wrong crowd for that. You and all your friends wanted very little to do with him; you guys always requested somewhere as hidden as possible. “Or we could meet in the—“
“No! Your place is fine! Uh, how’s 6 sound?
Eddie nodded. 6. Yup. Perfect timing to get weed just before going to a party.
“Cool. See you then.” And then you were retreating back to the safety of your table.
“See?” Eddie told the table once you were out of earshot, “Nothing to notice. She just wanted drugs. Of course.”
Eddie stood up from his seat and left the cafeteria. He wasn’t hungry anymore, anyway.
~~
Eddie scrubbed a hand over his face when he heard the knock.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he grumbled.
He opened the door, and Jesus fucking Christ.
There you were, wearing the cutest outfit he’d ever seen you in, with your hair all tied up as usual and your cute hands playing with your fingernails nervously. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Maybe just for a moment he could pretend you were a pretty girl here for a date, and not for a business exchange before you would go back to pretending he didn’t exist. But then… if you were going to a party, that meant you were dressed like that for someone else. You were someone else’s pretty date, for that guy to open the door to you and see.
He felt like he’d been punched in the gut.
“Hi,” he said simply.
“Hey,” you smiled.
Don’t fucking smile at me like that.
“Come on in,” he motioned, turning around and letting you follow him in. He couldn’t keep looking at you standing there. He needed to get you your shit and get you out before he exploded.
He headed toward the dresser. Usually he would have prepared stuff for you ahead of time, but he couldn’t bring himself to this time. He was fucking grateful he didn’t. It gave him something else to look at right now instead of you.
But that also meant it gave you time to look at his place while he searched. He suddenly felt self-conscious. He always was in times like this, about his shitty little trailer compared to everyone else’s at that school. But usually he just told himself anyone judging him wasn’t worth shit. With you…
“So, what party?” he asked, hoping to distract you from the place.
“Huh?”
“What party are you going to tonight?”
“Uh. No party…?”
He rolled his eyes. Really? Did you think he was stupid? “Look, I’m not gonna show up, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said it light-heartedly, but it came out with much more bite than he’d anticipated. Figures. He was pissed about it. You guys always did this shit. You think he wanted to go to those awful parties where basically everyone would just get in line to bully the shit out of him? Yeah, no thanks.
“I’m not lying. Why would I lie?”
Eddie furrowed his brow and turned around at that. You sounded so genuine. Maybe you weren’t lying? But… his eyes trailed down to your outfit. You were dressed up for something. So… then were you headed to a one-on-one date instead of a whole party? Oh, God, that was so much worse. Providing weed for you to go on a date with someone else. He shouldn’t have asked at all. He turned back around to find something as quickly as possible and get this done so he could get high himself and hopefully never have to think about this ever, ever again.
“Am I not good enough for you?” Your voice came from behind him, “Is that it? Some backwards retribution for what the guys put you through? Or is it someone else?”
Eddie spun around. What?????
You were… Jesus, you were crying. What on earth???
Maybe… you thought he was gonna short you? Or maybe you thought crying would get you a discount? Well, no dice. Even if you looked really cute with your big eyes all watered up like that. But he would never tell you that. All your jock friends would come beat the shit out of him if they knew he’d thought that.
Or, Jesus, maybe you were mad he was taking so long and wasting your precious time. Well, lucky for you then, he’d just found the right bag.
“I was… gonna give you a half ounce for $20? That seems fair to me…?”
“What?” you asked quietly.
He looked down at the baggie in his hand, then back to you, “What?”
“Eddie,” you chuckled. Oh man, he liked when you said his name. “Eddie, I’m not here for drugs.”
What??? What on earth else could you be here for?
“I was asking– I was asking you to go on a date with me.”
You… sorry. You what? No way he’d heard that right.
“You… you were… asking me… on a date.”
You nodded.
“And… not a date as a way to get drugs?” He really wouldn’t be able to handle that if that was the case. If he got to kiss you and put his hands on you… he wasn’t sure he could ever let go. Or that he would ever recover from being used like that by you.
“I don’t even do drugs, Eddie.”
Eddie set the weed back down and put a hand to his forehead, trying to work through this, “You’re serious?”
He was running through every option. The one that kept screaming at him was that this was a prank, but you wouldn’t have cried like that for a prank. What on earth else could your motive here be???
“Um,” you played with your sleeve, “If it’s… if it’s so ridiculous to you that I’m interested in you, you could just say that. I know your whole M.O. is, like, anti-cheerleader. So, if you don’t want to date me, I can just g—“
“Woah, woah, I never said that.”
A universe in which he wouldn’t fucking jump— no, not jump, fucking tackle every other motherfucker on the track— to date you didn’t even exist. He wondered how you could have possibly seen it like that. That somehow he thought he was too good for you? That wasn’t even a fathomable.
“Look, I’m…” he shook his head, “just trying to process… the queen of Hawkins high is asking me on a date. You do know who I am, right?”
Everyone knew. Scary, satanic, fucking freak who ran around the school terrorizing everyone. You were there every day in that cafeteria, seeing him yelling and walking on tables. You’d heard everyone calling him awful nicknames. Hell, half your high school experience had been him repeating his senior year. You absolutely knew who he was.
“Um, well, that is kind of the whole point of going on a date with someone,” you explained, “To learn about who they are…”
He wanted to ram his head through a door. You were so fucking adorable. And so fucking genuine. You actually wanted to date him. You actually wanted to know him. As fucking ludicrous and backwards as it was, that’s what you were telling him right now. And for some other ludicrous reason, he was believing you.
He cracked a grin, shocked, “So you LIKE me?”
You swatted his arm, “Eddie! Answer me!”
“I’m sorry! Sorry! Obviously, obviously I want to date you. I’m not entirely sure what you think you’re getting out of this situation, and I know you’re gonna get sick of me really quick, but if you’re willing to low ball yourself to my—“
“Eddie,” you repeated, “Just shut up.”
Eddie grinned even wider, “See? Told ya you’d get tired of me quickly.”
You opened your mouth to protest but he was already kissing you. The floodgates were open. He was kissing you and he would never stop kissing you now. He’d had a crush on you for so long and you tasted just as sweet as he’d always thought you would. You two were gonna go on a fucking date, and fucking hold hands and shit, and you’d come up to his lunch table to talk to him all the time, and—
Wait.
Eddie pulled away.
“Oh my god, I’ve been so rude to you this week!”
“Oh. Uh. It’s okay–”
“It most certainly is not!”
“Eddie—“
“If anyone else treated the girl I was dating like that and made her cry, I would literally go kick their teeth in.” That wasn’t even the half of what he’d do if someone made you cry. He’d be in jail for murder by the end of the night, guaranteed.
You giggled, “As admirable as that is, I prefer your teeth as they are.”
“Okay, then think of something else. Anything. You name it.”
“Go on a real date with me?” You raised your eyebrows. As if he would fucking say no.
“That’s a reward, not a punishment.”
“Go on a real date with me to the movies and buy my body’s weight worth of popcorn for me?”
He grinned, “Atta girl.”
His girl. Fuck.
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A/N: HI HI HI HI I looove writing his perspective he’d be literally so sweet to a girl he’s crushing on i love him i love him
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maybe it’s inevitable - eddie munson x reader
SUMMARY: You build up the courage to finally ask Eddie on a date! Buuut he thinks you’re just trying to buy drugs. 😬
TAGS: eddie munson x fem!cheerleader!reader, angst to fluff, Eddie is an idiot who doesn’t believe you’d ask him out, pining., no season spoilees
WORD COUNT: 1.9k
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Eddie POV:
“What’s Y/N L/N doing staring at us?” Dustin asked aloud to the cafeteria table.
Eddie’s head snapped up from his lunch, but you were already turning back around to your table, “Dunno,” he replied under his breath.
“Maybe she’s finally noticed how Munson stares at her like a fucking puppy.”
Eddie shot his friend a deadly glare, “You wanna say that again, Jeff?”
His friend only smiled and took a gulp of his drink instead.
Eddie turned back to Y/N, “There’s nothing to notice anyway. She’s fucking Y/N L/N. Everyone in this whole school stares at her like that. What, she’d notice me more than any of the other hundreds of guys?”
“So you do admit you stare,” Dustin accused.
Eddie threw a nut at his face.
“She’s getting up,” Gareth announced, “Maybe she’s coming over here to tell you to stop being such a creep.”
Eddie rolled his eyes and turned to Gareth, “You’re one to ta—“
“Oh my god, she is coming over here,” Jeff breathed.
Eddie moved to look but Gareth caught his hand, “No! Don’t look. Innocent until proven guilty. You’ve never stared at her before in your whole life; she has no proof.”
Eddie trained his eyes on his tray, forcing himself not to look at you— something he was pretty good at by now.
But then the boys were right. You were sitting down. Right next to him. Whaaat the fuck. His eyes shot up to you, trying to make himself look not as terrified as he was right now.
“Hey,” you smiled softly. He swallowed. Oh, God, he’d never been this close to you before. You were so fucking pretty. And you smelled so pretty too. Oh God.
“Hi” he replied, as evenly as he could. What on earth were you doing over here? Talking to HIM? You’d never talked to him.
“You wanna maybe meet up this Saturday?”
All his excitement burned to ashes. So that was it. He should have fucking known. He’d had three other people come to him today alone for drugs for Saturday’s parties.
He couldn’t decide if he wanted to tell you to fuck off for getting his hopes up or if he should accept any scrap of time you were willing to offer, regardless of purpose. He decided on just acting like you were any other customer. Cuz apparently that’s all you wanted to be to him. Obviously. Should’ve known.
“Yeah. Sure,” he muttered.
“We… don’t have to,” you started to back out.
Okay, maybe he didn’t need to treat you that impersonally, “No, no, we… can. Uh. My place?” He offered that since it would mean less time he’d have to go out of his way for this. But he realized quickly you were the wrong crowd for that. You and all your friends wanted very little to do with him; you guys always requested somewhere as hidden as possible. “Or we could meet in the—“
“No! Your place is fine! Uh, how’s 6 sound?
Eddie nodded. 6. Yup. Perfect timing to get weed just before going to a party.
“Cool. See you then.” And then you were retreating back to the safety of your table.
“See?” Eddie told the table once you were out of earshot, “Nothing to notice. She just wanted drugs. Of course.”
Eddie stood up from his seat and left the cafeteria. He wasn’t hungry anymore, anyway.
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Eddie scrubbed a hand over his face when he heard the knock.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he grumbled.
He opened the door, and Jesus fucking Christ.
There you were, wearing the cutest outfit he’d ever seen you in, with your hair all tied up as usual and your cute hands playing with your fingernails nervously. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Maybe just for a moment he could pretend you were a pretty girl here for a date, and not for a business exchange before you would go back to pretending he didn’t exist. But then… if you were going to a party, that meant you were dressed like that for someone else. You were someone else’s pretty date, for that guy to open the door to you and see.
He felt like he’d been punched in the gut.
“Hi,” he said simply.
“Hey,” you smiled.
Don’t fucking smile at me like that.
“Come on in,” he motioned, turning around and letting you follow him in. He couldn’t keep looking at you standing there. He needed to get you your shit and get you out before he exploded.
He headed toward the dresser. Usually he would have prepared stuff for you ahead of time, but he couldn’t bring himself to this time. He was fucking grateful he didn’t. It gave him something else to look at right now instead of you.
But that also meant it gave you time to look at his place while he searched. He suddenly felt self-conscious. He always was in times like this, about his shitty little trailer compared to everyone else’s at that school. But usually he just told himself anyone judging him wasn’t worth shit. With you…
“So, what party?” he asked, hoping to distract you from the place.
“Huh?”
“What party are you going to tonight?”
“Uh. No party…?”
He rolled his eyes. Really? Did you think he was stupid? “Look, I’m not gonna show up, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said it light-heartedly, but it came out with much more bite than he’d anticipated. Figures. He was pissed about it. You guys always did this shit. You think he wanted to go to those awful parties where basically everyone would just get in line to bully the shit out of him? Yeah, no thanks.
“I’m not lying. Why would I lie?”
Eddie furrowed his brow and turned around at that. You sounded so genuine. Maybe you weren’t lying? But… his eyes trailed down to your outfit. You were dressed up for something. So… then were you headed to a one-on-one date instead of a whole party? Oh, God, that was so much worse. Providing weed for you to go on a date with someone else. He shouldn’t have asked at all. He turned back around to find something as quickly as possible and get this done so he could get high himself and hopefully never have to think about this ever, ever again.
“Am I not good enough for you?” Your voice came from behind him, “Is that it? Some backwards retribution for what the guys put you through? Or is it someone else?”
Eddie spun around. What?????
You were… Jesus, you were crying. What on earth???
Maybe… you thought he was gonna short you? Or maybe you thought crying would get you a discount? Well, no dice. Even if you looked really cute with your big eyes all watered up like that. But he would never tell you that. All your jock friends would come beat the shit out of him if they knew he’d thought that.
Or, Jesus, maybe you were mad he was taking so long and wasting your precious time. Well, lucky for you then, he’d just found the right bag.
“I was… gonna give you a half ounce for $20? That seems fair to me…?”
“What?” you asked quietly.
He looked down at the baggie in his hand, then back to you, “What?”
“Eddie,” you chuckled. Oh man, he liked when you said his name. “Eddie, I’m not here for drugs.”
What??? What on earth else could you be here for?
“I was asking-- I was asking you to go on a date with me.”
You… sorry. You what? No way he’d heard that right.
“You… you were… asking me… on a date.”
You nodded.
“And… not a date as a way to get drugs?” He really wouldn’t be able to handle that if that was the case. If he got to kiss you and put his hands on you… he wasn’t sure he could ever let go. Or that he would ever recover from being used like that by you.
“I don’t even do drugs, Eddie.”
Eddie set the weed back down and put a hand to his forehead, trying to work through this, “You’re serious?”
He was running through every option. The one that kept screaming at him was that this was a prank, but you wouldn’t have cried like that for a prank. What on earth else could your motive here be???
“Um,” you played with your sleeve, “If it’s… if it’s so ridiculous to you that I’m interested in you, you could just say that. I know your whole M.O. is, like, anti-cheerleader. So, if you don’t want to date me, I can just g—“
“Woah, woah, I never said that.”
A universe in which he wouldn’t fucking jump— no, not jump, fucking tackle every other motherfucker on the track— to date you didn’t even exist. He wondered how you could have possibly seen it like that. That somehow he thought he was too good for you? That wasn’t even a fathomable.
“Look, I’m…” he shook his head, “just trying to process… the queen of Hawkins high is asking me on a date. You do know who I am, right?”
Everyone knew. Scary, satanic, fucking freak who ran around the school terrorizing everyone. You were there every day in that cafeteria, seeing him yelling and walking on tables. You’d heard everyone calling him awful nicknames. Hell, half your high school experience had been him repeating his senior year. You absolutely knew who he was.
“Um, well, that is kind of the whole point of going on a date with someone,” you explained, “To learn about who they are…”
He wanted to ram his head through a door. You were so fucking adorable. And so fucking genuine. You actually wanted to date him. You actually wanted to know him. As fucking ludicrous and backwards as it was, that’s what you were telling him right now. And for some other ludicrous reason, he was believing you.
He cracked a grin, shocked, “So you LIKE me?”
You swatted his arm, “Eddie! Answer me!”
“I’m sorry! Sorry! Obviously, obviously I want to date you. I’m not entirely sure what you think you’re getting out of this situation, and I know you’re gonna get sick of me really quick, but if you’re willing to low ball yourself to my—“
“Eddie,” you repeated, “Just shut up.”
Eddie grinned even wider, “See? Told ya you’d get tired of me quickly.”
You opened your mouth to protest but he was already kissing you. The floodgates were open. He was kissing you and he would never stop kissing you now. He’d had a crush on you for so long and you tasted just as sweet as he’d always thought you would. You two were gonna go on a fucking date, and fucking hold hands and shit, and you’d come up to his lunch table to talk to him all the time, and—
Wait.
Eddie pulled away.
“Oh my god, I’ve been so rude to you this week!”
“Oh. Uh. It’s okay--”
“It most certainly is not!”
“Eddie—“
“If anyone else treated the girl I was dating like that and made her cry, I would literally go kick their teeth in.” That wasn’t even the half of what he’d do if someone made you cry. He’d be in jail for murder by the end of the night, guaranteed.
You giggled, “As admirable as that is, I prefer your teeth as they are.”
“Okay, then think of something else. Anything. You name it.”
“Go on a real date with me?” You raised your eyebrows. As if he would fucking say no.
“That’s a reward, not a punishment.”
“Go on a real date with me to the movies and buy my body’s weight worth of popcorn for me?”
He grinned, “Atta girl.”
His girl. Fuck.
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A/N: HI HI HI HI I looove writing his perspective he’d be literally so sweet to a girl he’s crushing on i love him i love him
Read Y/N’s POV here!
maybe it’s inevitable - eddie munson x reader
SUMMARY: You build up the courage to finally ask Eddie on a date! Buuut he thinks you’re just trying to buy drugs. 😬
TAGS: eddie munson x fem!cheerleader!reader, angst to fluff, Eddie is an idiot who doesn’t believe you’d ask him out, pining, no season spoilees!
WORD COUNT: 1.8k
[ EDDIE’S POV (Part Two) ]
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Y/N POV
It was just like any other normal day at Hawkins High. You were sitting with Chrissy and all your friends, but yet again staring hopelessly at the Hellfire table. Well, not quite the whole table…
“You’re so gone for him,” Chrissy laughed, her ponytail swishing behind her.
You wish you could argue, but she’s so right.
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