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.
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.
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.
You had no reason to find him as fucking hot as you did. It was just unreasonable at this point. He was wearing a cheap-ass cape and fake fangs and making the dumbest face but GOD if it wasn’t taking everything in you right now to drag him inside and kiss him senseless against the door.
But you were a princess tonight. And princesses could control themselves.
“Let me guess,” you teased, “‘You vant to suck my blood?’”
His eyes glittered for a moment, a grin growing across his face, “Ah, princess, I wanna do so much more than that.”
You felt your face heat, and immediately turned away to grab your purse.
You knew he was only joking when he said that stuff. He said it to everyone-- you, Steve, Robin, Gareth, everyone. He was just like that. It shouldn’t make you as flustered as it always did after almost a decade of friendship, but it still did every single time.
You unhooked your matching pink purse from the coat rack and turned back with a clear of your throat, “Ready?”
“Absolutely,” he grinned. He extended his elbow to you.
You giggled and took it, “I see you’ve taken Victorian vampire manners to heart.”
“I’m nothing if not devoted to a character, Y/N. Besides, I’m dealing with royalty. Gotta step up my game.”
“Excuse you,” you brushed a bit of hair from your face with fake haughtiness, “You’re dealing with royalty everyday.”
Eddie gave a toothy smile, “Damn right, princess.”
You reached his van, and he swiftly sped ahead of you, opening the passenger door and kneeling on the ground with a hand extended.
You rolled your eyes, “I was kidding!”
“And I'm a man of my word.” He flourished toward the passenger seat, “Your carriage, Your Highness.”
You sighed and shook your head, but took his hand and let him help you into the seat. He winked, before bounding up, closing the door, and hopping across the hood of the van.
Oh god. You had it so bad for him.
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EDDIE POV
The party was loud enough that Eddie could hear it before he even turned onto its street.
It was the fancy ass neighborhood Chrissy lived in, but he supposed rich folks didn’t care about loud parties as long as it was on Halloween.
He snuck a look at you from the corner of his eye, with your hair glowing in the moonlight and your eyes lighting up from different yard decorations. You were just so pretty. Especially tonight. Your body glitter was catching the streetlights and he wanted to run his hands along every inch of you and never let go. You just looked so soft.
He coughed, his eyes jotting back to the road just in time to not hop a curb. Honestly, what was it with fancy neighborhoods and these dumb little centerpiece gardens in the middle of cul-de-sacs? It was dumb as fuck.
He was able to get a good parking space on this street, considering most of the kids probably walked here from the same neighborhood. Figures. You seemed enchanted by it all though. You were hopping out of the car before he could even put it in park.
He cursed under his breath, annoyed he didn’t get to help you back out of the car like he planned.
Whatever. He was walking in with you on his arm. That was a fucking fantastic enough night for him.
He hopped out after you, almost face planting in the process, but recovering swiftly. Luckily, you were too busy looking at the dumb skeleton decorations in their yard to notice.
“Eds,” you called, “They’re having a tea party!”
Eddie swung around the car to find you bouncing in place as you stared at the decorations in the yard. Eddie’s eyes only left you for a moment to follow what you were pointing at— two fake skeletons sat at a little table, set with a teapot and tea cups— but magnetized back to you in an instant. Fuck you were so fucking cute he was going to fucking scream right then and there.
“A tea party, Eds!!” You repeated, turning to him with wide, delighted eyes.
He just smiled softly, “Yeah, Y/N. ‘s cool.”
“I know right!!” You squealed.
His heart was about to explode. And unfortunately, not in a metal way. In a pathetic, my god I’m so head over heels for my best friend it’s disgusting way.
Your eyes caught commotion in the backyard of the house, the party already at full gear. You gasped and took his hand in yours, “Oh my god, there’s probably more skeletons in the backyard!”
He huffed out a chuckle as you tugged him around the side of the house with great purpose. You were absolutely ridiculous, but you were also adorable. He would probably walk off the side of a cliff if you led him to one, so who was he to try to fight it now?
“Y/N!!” Chrissy called from across the party as she spotted you both rounding the corner. Chrissy left her conversation and bounded over to you. You grinned back, your eyes flitting around the backyard in the meantime for more dumb spirited decor.
Eddie hesitated. He still wasn’t sure how to feel about Chrissy. She seemed nice, and you swore up and down that she was nice, but she was also a popular cheerleader. Well. He supposed you were too, but he’d known you for half his life. You were different. He’d seen enough popular kids pretend to be nice just to stab their friends in the back later. If nothing else though, he trusted that Chrissy wouldn’t stab you in the back. The girl was positively enamored with you. Who wouldn’t be?
Chrissy eyes almost instantly caught your hand in Eddie’s as she approached. She didn’t say anything, but it was beyond clear she clocked it, filing it away for later. Yeah. Call him paranoid, but he didn’t trust her. He could hear her telling you later tonight ‘Stay away from that Freak, Y/N. Don’t touch him like that.’ Ugh.
But then you were leaning forward and letting go of his hand to squeeze Chrissy into a hug, and launching into an excited conversation with her.
“You did so well!” You swayed her in your arms, “Look at this place!”
Chrissy laughed, pulling away, “No, look at you!!! So pretty! Oh my goodness!” She twirled you around, and Eddie swallowed thickly as your skirt fluttered around your bare thighs.
“Says you!” You teased once you’d completed a full circle.
Eddie tore his eyes from you to Chrissy, noticing for the first time she was dressed as Alice in Wonderland.
“Thanks,” Chrissy blushed. “And Eddie! Hey! You look great too! Though I’ll be honest, I totally didn’t read Dracula last year in Mr. Putnam’s class.”
Eddie laughed, “Hey, me neither.”
Chrissy smiled warmly, then turned back to you and took your hands, “We were just about to start Truth or Dare. You guys in?”
Eddie absolutely knew better than to agree to this. It would be a popular kids v. Eddie Munson game. ‘Let’s see the very worst things we can do to The Freak.’
But you were nodding and taking his hand again to pull him towards the bonfire circle on the other side of the party.
He opened his mouth to protest. Say he was gonna grab some food. Go pee. Drink someone’s blood. They’d all believe he’d actually do that anyway. But you seemed so excited and he didn’t want to ruin the party for you.
Whenever he had told you about something one of the jocks did to him, your eyebrows drew together so tight and your eyes welled up instantly. He couldn’t handle seeing you like that tonight. Not when you’d been talking all month about your halloween costume and how excited you were for Chrissy’s party.
So he followed, and just focused on your warm hand in his again as you led him through the night.
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EDDIE POV
“I am throwing out that whole bowl of lemons before we go to bed tonight, Chrissy,” Sienna scrunched her face, “That was awful.”
She tossed the remaining lemon rind behind her, into the woods, and downed the waterbottle Chrissy was holding out for her.
“Mom will just buy more tomorrow morning,” Chrissy replied, “She’s totally addicted. It’s her weird diet thing.”
Eddie was pretty shocked about how this was going. They were maybe a dozen rounds in, and so far, everything had been really… nice. The dares were lighthearted fun, like daring Sienna to eat a whole lemon or Bret to streak (which he seemed to want more than his friend daring him), and the truths seemed to be overall pretty carefully chosen to not make someone reveal anything they were truly uncomfortable with. It was fun. Eddie had never really done any of this classic high school shit, but he’d never pictured a world where it could actually be un-cruel. Truth or dare always seemed like an excuse to be shit to your friends and then make them the asshole for getting mad about it.
But the majority of the circle was the cheer team, and they mainly seemed to be putting in the effort to make it fun and not evil. It was finally starting to make sense to Eddie why you were on the cheer team in the first place, and why you’d told him over and over how nice they were. He just assumed you were brainwashed.
But here you all were, laughing by the fire and sending a bowl of candy around the circle over and over— name brand candy too. If nothing else, Eddie was happy to take out his fangs and eat that while he watched you having fun.
It was sweet.
But, of course. It didn’t take long for it to come crashing down.
Chrissy’s eyes locked to him with a slow smile, and he watched as she leaned over and whispered something in Sienna’s ear as the girl finished off the waterbottle.
Nope. Absolutely not. Eddie cleared his throat and made to stand up and head to the drinks table, but Sienna called out his name first.
“Eddie! Truth or dare.”
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! He fucking knew better. He knew better than to join this game, and he should have left a few rounds ago. But you were giggling so hard when Bret got dared to streak and then when Emma had to spill the details about what actually happened on her blind date. And he couldn’t fucking leave when you were sitting there in the firelight having such a wonderful time.
He was a fucking idiot.
Eddie chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment as he stared at Sienna, hedging his bets. Choosing dare could suck ass. But truth was significantly more dangerous. Any number of truths could absolutely wreck his shit. Especially with you present. At least whatever dare they’d give him could fit with his shit reputation anyway. If rumor would spread about whatever they’d make him do, no one would be surprised. No real damage.
“Dare.”
But Sienna only grinned wider.
Fuuuuck.
“Alright, Dracula,” Sienna smiled, “Why don’t you show off those fangs? I dare you to bite Y/N’s neck.”
All the color drained from Eddie’s face in an instant.
This was a terrible, horrible idea.
He was so wrong. This absolutely would cause damage. There was no way he could get his mouth anywhere near your neck— you, beautiful, popular, cheerleader you— and have it not completely decimate him. You’d go ‘ew’ and push him off and he’d disintegrate in a moment. It was one thing to have feelings for you he knew weren’t reciprocated, it was another to have to witness you push him off of you in front of all your friends like the gross freak he was.
But at the same time, it’d be a humiliation to you if he refused to do it. He could hear them now ‘Wow, even the Freak won’t kiss you, Y/N! What does that say about you?!’ He was fucked either way.
Not to even begin to mention how it was just taunting everything he’d ever wanted since he met you right in front of him so he could experience everything he’d never get.
Per usual, he had followed you recklessly to places he didn’t belong— shouldn’t belong. And this was the cost.
“Is it okay with you?” He asked carefully, his eyes flickering to look at you.
“I mean, it’s the dare,” you shrugged with a small smile. But you were tense. He could tell.
He furrowed his brow, “I don’t care if it’s the dare if it isn’t okay with you, Y/N.”
You blinked at him a few times before pushing out a nod.
“You’re sure?”
You rolled your eyes sweetly, “Just do your dare, Eds.”
He huffed out a small smile, trying to calm the breathing in his chest. Okay. Okay. He could do this.
He turned to face you, scooting closer to you on the log. He felt the eyes of the twenty students around the fire on him, but forced himself to calm down. He was a performer. He could do this.
He reached out and gently gathered your hair in his hands, careful to not pull on any strands or get them caught in his rings as he moved it all to the right side of your neck.
You huffed. It was playful, but he could tell beneath it you were truly bothered by something, “I’m not made of glass,” you whispered, only to him, “You don’t always have to treat me like you’ll break me if you breathe on me, Eddie.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow. He knew you meant it. It was something you two had had conversations about before. But he’d always felt like one wrong move and you’d be running for the hills.
“I just don’t want to scare you,” he explained.
“I know,” you answered, “But you couldn’t. Even if you tried,” you smiled, genuine and warm.
That struck deep with him. After all, he was Eddie Munson. Town freak. He scared everyone. And yet here you were, saying that he couldn’t scare you no matter what he did. It made him want to tear up.
But at the same time, in this moment under the stars and beside a crackling fire, something else in him flared. A side of him that maybe wanted to startle you. To make you…
His eyes glowed for a moment more, before he pulled your hair away in a rough tug, giving him full access to your bare neck.
Your loud gasp only spurred him, his fingers curling even tighter into your hair as he connected his lips to your collar.
He felt your body shudder beneath him. He dragged his lips up your shoulder a couple inches, before landing just at the bend of your neck.
He sunk his teeth in, hard and sharp.
Lowly— too low for anyone besides him to hear under the crackle of the fire and the blaring of the speakers from the porch— he heard you moan.
His eyes hooded, and he was so fucking grateful that his cloak was currently shielding his body from the rest of the group.
He released his teeth after a moment, deciding to spare you, but running his tongue over the forming bruise and giving it a kiss, a soft amends for the mark that would be left there.
He was wrong for that. He knew that. Call it the rock musician in him, or the dungeon master, but he was easily carried away in the heat of the moment. He shouldn’t have bit you that roughly and he certainly shouldn’t have kissed it afterwards. But goddamn, would he think about that moment for the rest of his fucking days...
You were still shuddering when he pulled away slowly, your eyes not daring to open.
A swell of pride surged in his chest. He hoped he was reading this right.
“Holy fuck.”
Singular applause from the opposite side of the bonfire broke out, and Eddie turned like a deer in headlights to see the circle staring at them with gaping mouths. One guy was slow clapping.
He turned back to you, to see you were still struggling to break out of your daze.
“You want punch?” He whispered to you. While he did want to help you, he also wanted to stand and turn around and tuck his boner into his waistband before someone noticed. Get some space. Get some air. Before he did something stupid, like jumping on you and doing it again.
“Mhmm,” you nodded quickly.
He tried not to grin at that, as he stood up, making sure his cloak was wrapped around him enough.
Thank GOD for this costume on so many fucking levels.
He felt fucking dizzy. Might as well have had his blood fucking sucked from how lightheaded he was. Jesus Christ.
He managed his way to the punch table, where there were conveniently two coolers, one of which labeled “Spiked” and the other labeled “Unspiked” in what he believed was Chrissy’s cursive script. He smiled, pouring a cup of each to see if someone had switched the labels by now.
Bringing them each to his nose, they had. Of course.
He pitched out the real spiked one and poured a second cup of the sober one. With the night both of you were having, even less inhibitions and more lightheadedness was not a good idea.
By the time he returned, however, the bonfire circle was breaking up. Girls were giving him wide-eyed looks as they walked away, and some guys were even giving him fist bumps.
Chrissy winked.
He approached you hesitantly, left at the log waiting for him.
“Blood,” he said, handing you a cup of the red juice, “To refill the amount I took.”
You giggled and accepted it as he settled into the seat beside you.
“Sorry for brusing you,” he spoke up and regretting it immediately as it made his eyes flicker down to where he’d bit your neck. He could feel his blood run hotter again. There was a mark forming, and it made him fucking crazy. He wanted to do more. Cover you in them. Walk you around town and show each one off.
Jesus christ he was so fucked. He coughed. “Why’d everyone leave?”
“Something about beer pong.”
“Ah,” Eddie nodded, though he wasn’t sure if he believed that.
Chrissy had winked at him. And Chrissy had gotten Sienna to give him that dare. She was clearly doing something here.
But Chrissy wouldn’t do that if you weren’t into it, right? He didn’t trust Chrissy, but he didn’t believe Chrissy would be cruel to you.
Which meant… Chrissy must believe you would’ve been into that.
The realization hit him like a ton of fucking bricks.
“And anyway, you don’t have to apologize for the bruise,” you laughed, “I never got a dare myself, so I guess that’s my payment to the dare gods.”
“Oh, shit, yeah you didn’t,” he tilted his head to the side. “I mean, I guess it’s my turn next anyway…”
This was such a huge fucking mistake. He was basing this completely on Chrissy fucking Cunningham. But this all had to mean something, right???
Your eyes grew wide at him, “What?”
“You heard me. Truth or dare?”
“Game’s over, Eds.”
“Nun uh, I didn’t get my turn. Truth or dare, princess?”
You hesitated for a long moment, concerned, before: “… Truth.”
Eddie’s eyes softened. Truth was maybe the better choice anyway. He didn’t like the idea of forcing you to do something.
“Okay,” he replied. He thought for a moment, knowing he needed to phrase it right.
You, meanwhile, were picking viciously at your nails, as you watched him nervously.
He smiled and reached a hand out to stop your fidgeting: “Truth: What would you have done if we weren’t in front of a bunch of people for all that?”
You blinked at him, thrown off guard. You closed your mouth and looked down, “You’ll laugh at me.”
You said it so quiet he almost didn’t catch it.
“Y/N,” he fully took your hand in his now, “No way.”
“But—“
“Just try me, yeah? Besides, I could never laugh at royalty. I’d get my head chopped off.”
You huffed out a laugh, before biting your lip and considering your answer.
“‘What would I do if we weren’t in front of people for that?’” You repeated back.
Eddie nodded patiently.
You hesitated for a moment longer before leaning in and kissing him. So soft he almost wasn’t sure it happened.
You pulled away as quickly as you leaned in, before he could grab you and pull you in close and keep you in close for the rest of fucking time.
So he reached out instead and kissed you again himself.
You kissed back, nervous yet so eager. Fuck he could kiss you forever. Your lips moved against his as he breathed you in, tasting like cherry candies and lip gloss and red punch and you. Fuck.
You pulled away eventually with a giggle, “Happy?”
“Oh, fucking immensely.”
You rolled your eyes with a massive smile and swatted at his thigh.
Eddie regarded you thoughtfully for a moment. You were glowing. Somehow, you were glowing because of him. Because of kissing him.
“Can I take you out?” He whispered, his hands not leaving you.
You nodded with a blush.
Eddie’s grin felt like it was going to split his face in half. He didn’t care. Let it.
You covered your face in your hand with a laugh, “Chrissy is going to freak.”
“You think?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s been working on this for months.”
Eddie’s eyebrows shot up.
“Mhmm,” you sipped at your punch, “She swore up and down that you liked me back but I didn’t believe her.”
First off, he was shocked that Chrissy really, truly, actively wanted to set them up. It made sense after everything she’d done tonight, but it was almost impossible to imagine a popular kid purposefully trying to set another popular kid up with him of all people.
But more importantly, “Woah, woah. Months?? How long have you wanted to do that???”
You rolled your eyes, “Since forever, dummie.”
“Oh, Princess,” he scoffed, “That means we’ve got a lot of making up for lost time.”
“Yeah?” You giggled.
“Mhmm,” he grinned leaning in and kissing you again.
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN BITCHES! 👻👻👻
PS i havent actually watched the whole show so sorry for any inaccuracies
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!
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
Eddie Masterlist
“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.”
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.
A deep frown etched itself into your face when you heard the muffled voice. It wasn't one you could recognize, clearly not Dustin's. The words were laced with a distant sizzle, maybe because the person talking was too far from your location or the walkie they were using was too beat up. The tone was quiet too as if spoken without the intention of anyone hearing it.
Against your better judgment and with the help of innocent curiosity, you didn't switch channels.
"I don't know what I was expecting. Shit, I shouldn't have been expecting anything. Uncle Wayne was furious when he walked in on us and saw my bloody nose, he chased him off, yelling for him to never come back, not even caring what he needed the money for.
I- I wanted to say something too but… Damnit.."
You heard what you assumed was a sniff before the stranger kept on talking.
"Dad did always make it clear that I was his biggest mistake, guess I just wasn't expecting him to come back and throw it at my face after all these years. Again."
The words were a private confession you weren't supposed to hear. There was no answer for the muffled voice. This person was using what he thought was a long-forgotten channel as some sort of diary, maybe. At least that was your first assumption.
You ran a thumb over the grey plastic of the walkie-talkie on your hands, finger hovering above the switch. Your knee bumping up and down. Should you say something? Should you change frequencies and forget this ever happened?
You changed channels, but not before memorizing the frequency.
February 19, 1985
Almost two weeks went by before you heard the lonely voice on the dead channel again. You told yourself it wasn't creepy to set your walkie-talkie to the channel when you weren't using it.
You stood in front of your kitchen counter, cutting up potatoes for your dinner. The chicken was already heating up and you sneaked tiny pieces of it to your dog when your mom wasn't looking.
The walkie rested on the dining table, you liked to keep it close these days. One never knows when the upside-down might decide to pay a visit.
"So uh, Hellfire has a new member."
You nearly cut your own finger when the static buzzed and, right after, the stranger's voice was invading your house. You turned around, carefully, as if the person knew you were listening in.
"His name's Gareth, seems like a cool guy. Honestly, I'm just happy that we now have enough people for a full campaign, I- I have all of it planned out and I think it's gonna be great, the storyline is thrilling…"
Subconsciously, you found yourself smiling. The kitchen was empty, save for your dog wagging his tail, and you were smiling as if someone had just told you the good news you were waiting for.
You didn't know this person, this was the second time you were hearing his voice, yet the almost childlike excitement that laced his tone today filled your chest with similar joy. A stark contrast to the last time you heard him.
Was it too weird to feel like you were starting to know him?
February 20, 1985
It didn't take long for you to hear from him again, not even a full day had gone by.
You had just gotten home. Throwing your car keys on top of your bed and removing your coat. On the horizon and past houses and trees, the sun was starting to lower itself, you looked at the orange rays through your window, stretching your arms.
You were rummaging through your wardrobe in search of pajamas when you heard it.
"I fucking… this school, man… Jaso-… ruined my da-"
The voice was laced with static and fading in and out of connection, the sound muffled by your backpack. You were in the process of removing your shirt as you raced towards your bag, almost tripping over your discarded sneakers.
Pulling open the zipper, you snatched the walkie and adjusted the antenna.
"… been working on that campaign for weeks man, weeks, and that douchebag just… He- he…"
You sat down on the floor of your bedroom, in nothing but your jeans and a bra; the tone of his voice slicing through your heart and making it bleed. Your eyes were unfocused as you loosely held the device, waiting for the lonely voice.
"Ripped it to pieces and threw it in the mud as if it was nothing. It's not fair. Shit, it's not fair, and I- I wanted to fight back y'know? But…"
You heard a sigh, heavy and tired.
"Yeah I froze, it's not like three against one would be much of a fight anyway."
The static came and the voice was gone. You stayed there, the wooden floor starting to become cold under your knees. Your eyebrows pulled slowly into a frown. Does this person study at Hawkins High? It's not like Hawkins had many options regarding school but still, it left you all the more frustrated that you couldn't pinpoint who it was.
Granted, your only normal year in high school was the first, and you didn't remember much about it. After that, Will went missing, and… Your mind had been a bit numb to the normal days ever since, you wouldn't be surprised if this person was a classmate of yours.
Abril 29, 1985
After a couple of months, you genuinely felt as if you knew this person.
It was odd if you so much as stopped to think about it. He opened his heart to what he thought was an abandoned channel, yet you were always there, listening; but never talking back. You knew his voice by memory, yet he didn't even know there was someone on the other end.
Sometimes — most of the time — there was a pang of nagging guilt at the back of your mind. But you'd usually think to yourself; what if, someday, something happens and he needs someone?
Well, you'd most likely be there, and if anything, the thought made you feel a little better about your curiosity.
The lonely boy on the walkie-talkie became your secret. A secret, for the sole reason, that he also became your comfort. These days your house was mostly always empty. You slept with the device resting on your bedside table. If you closed your eyes forcefully enough, you could almost feel as if he was there with you. He became a constant presence in your day, even when he didn't speak, you knew he was there. Knowing there was someone else out there made you feel less alone.
Sometimes, when the sizzled voice coming from the device was too shaky, laced with tears and sorrow; the guilt made itself more present, you wished you had the courage to speak up. To tell him that you were there too, that you could be there for him if he wanted you to, the same way he involuntarily was there for you.
After a long Thursday, you were sleeping, the rain outside had lulled you to an easy slumber tonight. However, when your bedside clock hit 2:08 AM, a distant voice started pulling you away from dreamland.
The sound was distant to your ears at first, waiting for your body to fully wake up. You opened your drowsy eyes with a frown, looking around your bedroom that was still engulfed in darkness, with only the street lamps making the raindrops on your window shine.
And then you heard the familiar voice again, quiet, molding itself into the night.
Maybe it was a bit foolish of you to leave the walkie on during the night, but these days, you couldn't help yourself.
"… and Wayne found a picture of my mom. He says I have her eyes."
He continued, apparently. You pushed yourself up with your elbows, the covers pooling at your waist. You wondered how much of his monologue you had missed.
"I don't…"
The tears staining his voice were pretty noticeable tonight.
"I don't remember her that well anymore, I wish we'd had more time… Shit."
And that was all. Static, and then he was gone again. It was fast, part of you wishing you hadn't slept at all.
July 4, 1985
You took a deep breath in, bracing yourself for the pain. With one hand grabbing onto the bathroom sink, you draped the antiseptic-covered cloth against the wound in your abdomen.
The paramedics at the mall did a good enough job, but some cuts still needed a bit more attention.
It had been one hell of a week and you barely had time to breathe between being trapped in a Russian elevator, finding a Russian base, being drugged and tortured by said Russians, and for the cherry on top, fighting a human flesh-based giant monster.
You were heavily considering a vacation from Hawkins.
Biting into your lip, you carefully closed the bandage over the wound. The white sink of your bathroom was covered in blood, as were the tip of your fingers and parts of your clothes. Tonight, you thanked the heavens for your mother's busy schedule, providing you with an empty house and plenty of time to clean up the mess.
Steve, the ever-sweet boy, offered to stay with you and help with… whatever you might need. You said you were fine, which, was a lie, but he had enough pain of his own to take care of.
You discarded your shirt to the bathroom floor, looking at your exposed skin in the mirror with a grimace. Long sleeves and sunglasses would be your go-to for a while if you wanted to avoid questions. You were popping open the buttons of your jeans when the crackle and static of the walkie-talkie made you jump. The warm voice of the stranger buzzed through right after.
"Starcourt just burst into flames."
You placed a hand over your racing heart, tightly shutting your eyes before reaching out for the walkie that rested against the tub.
"Yeah it's- it's crazy, the new town mall just burned to a crisp, at least that's what the news is saying. But I don't know man, I was making a deal near there when I heard the ambulances, there were so many of them; I mean, they said a lot of people died, so…"
You sat down on the edge of the tub, holding the walkie tightly between your hands as you listened intently.
"But still, I walked up to see what was happening and the place was filled with cops, army even, and well, ambulances. I had never seen something like that. And the weird thing is that there were some people from school there, Harrington for one, I also saw some kids from middle school and… Y/N was there…"
A chill ran up and down your spine when you heard him say your name. This person, the one you've been listening to in what was supposed to be a dead channel, the one who chased away the cold feeling of loneliness; knew you. Your lips hung open in shock, he said your name with such ease. He saw you there, he recognized you from a distance and under the blinking lights of the ambulances. Your chest constricted around your heart, squeezing tightly up towards your throat. You wanted to know him too.
You felt guilty for not being able to pinpoint who he was. Okay, the sound of a voice through a walkie-talkie is not the best or clearest. Still, if he knew you so easily, he definitely went to the same school as you, had the same classes, walked the same hallways.
Raising a hand, you rubbed your eyes and clawed at your hair. Urging yourself to think of someone, anyone.
"She- I saw her, she was sitting by herself in the back of an ambulance and I think she was crying. I'm not sure but, she looked so beat up, and- and hurt and I was walking, I mean, I was going to walk up to her to see if she was okay but a cop didn't let me.
Maybe for the best, would just end up scaring her more I guess.
To be honest, I don't know why I'm talking about it, I just felt like… Nevermind."
Scare you?
Your unfocused eyes stared ahead for long seconds. The cold from the tiles seeping through your body because of your bare feet.
One person came to your mind.
You hugged yourself, arm closing around your abdomen, feeling the cold, bruised skin underneath.
You thought of soft and unruly brown curls, tattoos, metal band t-shirts, and leather jackets.
You had never talked with him, shared maybe one class, literature; he rarely said anything then too. You passed by each other in the hallways, and you once caught him watching you in the cafeteria, he had been so flustered when it happened that you found it adorable. You then started shooting him small smiles here and there, and he reciprocated with big ones of his own.
Robin told you about him once. The School's Freak, she said people called him.
______
There was no way for you to be completely sure it was him, it's not like you could walk up to him one day and ask about it.
But you did start paying more attention to him, Eddie. It was hard when you only had him in the same class as yours one time, and other than that, only bumping into each other in the hallways didn't leave much room to observe.
You could walk up to him and talk, he seemed sweet. You didn't have all that courage yet though.
So you kept on listening, and your eyes kept on searching for him in the crowds. A few months went by like that, and you grew attached to someone you had never talked to.
December 6, 1985
Cold wind was raging outside and you were glad to have a working heater in your house. No amount of it felt enough though, as you sat on the carpet in front of the lit fireplace.
Your dog lay beside you, as you annoyed yourself by trying to set up the Christmas tree; it was a bit too big for the flower pot you had at home.
Slowly letting go of the branches, you said a quiet "yes" when the tree didn't topple over.
You started with putting on the blinking lights, turning them on to bathe the room in a multitude of colors. And as you rummaged through the trinkets, your ears caught in with the familiar static;
"So, I felt like setting up a Christmas tree this year. It's in the kitchen and it's not big, but it's there. I- I even bought some lights and there were some ornaments tucked away in a box that I found…"
The walkie was resting on top of your couch and you found yourself yet again smiling alone because of the pure happiness that came from your unusual companion.
"Christmas was never a very… happy holiday for me but, maybe this year will be better."
"I hope it is." You caught yourself answering back quietly, for no one to hear.
January 3, 1986
Winters could be pretty harsh on Hawkins. The break was over and it just so happened to be pouring rain on the first day back to school.
The skies were grey, heavy drops of water hitting the pavement as you turned the wheel into the parking lot. Of course, it was packed with cars, no one wanted to walk when it was raining.
You groaned as you pulled up in one of the farthest spots from school. Closing the zipper of your jacket, you grabbed your backpack and a small yellow umbrella you always had in your car.
The little thing didn't do all that much in keeping the rain from reaching you, with help from the wind, the only part of your body you managed to keep dry was your head. With one hand holding the umbrella and the other a strap of your bag, you took quick steps towards the school; walking forward with purpose when actually you should be paying attention to the puddles and many leaves the wind knocked down last night.
Water splashed around your boots, but before you could even get annoyed at that, your foot was slipping on brown leaves; the motion sent you falling back and you could only think of your backpack being submerged in the puddle.
It never happened though. You closed your eyes bracing for the impact, and instead felt two arms around your waist, your back hitting someone's chest instead.
"Woah hey, careful. That would've been a disaster."
You clutched your sorry excuse of an umbrella, slowly standing up and removing yourself from the embrace that caught you. His voice reverberated through your body in the form of a shiver, making your heart pump blood faster. The tight grip you had on the umbrella was mimicked from the one in your lungs. You couldn't breathe, because you knew that voice.
Turning around, you met the chocolate brown eyes you had been secretly wanting to see this up close for months now.
Eddie looked down at you with the ghost of a smile, he wore a black hoodie to protect himself from the rain; still, some droplets of water clung to his hair and eyelashes, shining.
And your silence must have sent him the wrong message because he stuffed his hands in the hoodie's pocket and took a few steps away from you.
He cleared his throat, eyes moving to look at something over your shoulder. "Yeah, sorry. I just didn't want you to fall, didn't mean to overstep or anything."
You internally kicked yourself multiple times for being a weirdo. "No, you didn't overstep, at all. uh- thank you." You breathed, managing a reassuring smile. "Really, you saved me from a massive embarrassment and from being cold all day."
You quickly maneuvered your umbrella to cover both of you, moving to stand beside Eddie. "Come on, let's get out of this rain."
Eddie's cheeks flushed pink at the unusual kindness. He walked side by side with you, bodies close under the yellow umbrella. Butterflies fluttered inside his stomach because he finally talked to the girl who held his heart's affection.
Once inside the school, Eddie headed to his art class whilst you walked to your science one. He waved a shy goodbye at you and that was it.
Even if you tried, you couldn't possibly concentrate on what the teacher was saying or the notes you were supposed to be taking. Eddie Munson was the lonely stranger who had been keeping you company over the last year. Seeing the clear picture now, you were frustrated for not putting two and two together sooner.
You were fidgeting with the pencil on your hands, biting your tongue until you almost tasted blood because now the person who spoke over the static of the walkie was suddenly so real, so tangible. And if anything, knowing it was Eddie only made your heart swell harder for him.
January 23, 1986
Friday nights were your nights, the time you always gave yourself to simply relax. You'd pick up a movie at Family Video, taking the opportunity to hang out with Robin and Steve at their new place of work for a while; then get home and change into your most comfortable pajamas, make some popcorn, and lunge on the couch. Just as you are now.
You lazily stroked your dog's fur, who was passed out beside you. The lights were off and the only thing illuminating your face where the images on the TV.
Last time you checked it was around 8 PM, but after a long week, your eyes slowly started to drop with tiredness. That is until the walkie-talkie inside your backpack started buzzing with the familiar static, and you were suddenly more awake than ever.
You scrambled to grab it, quickly raising the antenna before throwing yourself onto the couch again. You lowered the volume of the TV, waiting.
You heard a pained grunt first and then;
"Jesus man, they got me good today. Ugh shit- I feel like a truck ran me over or something."
Concern etched itself into your face instantly, you grabbed your blanket closer to yourself, praying for some kind of elaboration from Eddie.
Eddie. It still felt so foreign to have a name for the lonely voice now.
"I should- I should be used to it by now but… I just want it to stop. Whatever man, I'll just strap a band-aid to it and sleep it off."
"No, no, no. Don't do that." You mumbled to yourself. You ran a hand through your hair, stomach twisting in anxiousness. Running over every possible scenario in your head, even with most of them Eddie hating you in the end, you decided that you wouldn't leave him alone today.
You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what you were about to do, crossing your fingers for it to not be a mistake.
You pushed the button on the walkie. "You should clean the cut first."
Silence, there was silence for a long time. His voice was smaller when he spoke again, hesitant.
"I- I'm sorry I thought this was a dead channel… No one ever answered, I'm- I didn't mean to.."
"It's okay," you closed your eyes, interrupting him. "It was a dead channel, I think; I just stumbled upon it a while ago — not long, promise — and I heard you, and, I don't know it felt like you could use some company I guess.
But then, I- I never really said anything."
You bit your lip, nerves making you tap your knee incessantly. "I sort of just, hung around in case you… I wasn't listening like a creep or something just- I'll switch channels in a minute okay? I just need to know, are you hurt?"
You let go of the button and groaned audibly, facepalming because of your own words.
"A little, yeah."
His quiet voice was a relief, part of you expected him to leave you hanging. You leaned back on your couch. "Okay, uh listen, if it's a cut, you need to clean it up, if you don't have antiseptics just use water. And if it's just a small one, it's best to leave it open, so it can heal on its own."
"You have a lot of experience with this stuff?"
You smiled. "Yeah, you could say that."
Eddie was surprisingly chill about your whole predicament. You walked him through patching himself up. From what he told you it wasn't that bad, just a few punches here and there that would leave him sore for a few days. It still made you feel sick to your stomach though.
Talking with him was easy, the way his voice addressed you made you smile. About an hour had passed when you deemed he was taken care of.
"Hey, I'm sorry for never telling you there was someone else on this channel. It was a shitty move, I just never managed the courage to speak up I guess." You told him before ending the call. "But I promise I'll never switch to it again."
You held the walkie between both your hands, the movie on your TV had long since been over.
"It's okay. Anyone could've found this random frequency, I'm glad it was you.
I uh- usually change them, from time to time. But this one was always silent, so I figured I'd stay."
Picking at a loose strand from your blanket, you pressed the button again. "I'm sorry." You mumbled again. "It was never my intention to intrude. Just so you know, I wasn't always listening, to you, I mean… Sometimes it happened but, like I said I thought that maybe one day you might need someone to talk to or something."
Eddie must have heard the worry in your tone because his next words calmed you;
"You don't need to apologize, it's okay. To be honest I don't know why I started doing… this. I guess I just wanted to pretend like someone cared to listen to my whining. It feels- it feels nice to hear a voice answering back for a change.
You don't need to leave."
And so you stayed.
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The routine that you both created was different, to say the least. You didn't realize how much you were dreading having to leave his channel on the walkie until he said you could stay and you felt the weight being lifted from your shoulders.
Now, you were actually talking to each other. You felt like a thirteen-year-old with her first crush each time you heard Eddie's shy voice calling out for you over the walkie-talkie. He was always hesitant, always a bit too quiet in the beginning. But he seemed to enjoy the company just as much as you did.
You saw him at school every day, sharing nothing more than a few 'good mornings' here and there. Maybe he knew it was you who he talked to on the supposedly dead channel. Maybe he suspected it could be you, just like you did in the beginning. Either way, he never asked.
And you didn't either. It was a silent mutual understanding that names didn't need to be exchanged. You knew he felt more comfortable this way, after all, he was sharing his heart out with what he thought was no one before you spoke up.
You let Eddie set the pace, this was his safe space. When he felt ready to talk in person or ask about you, you'd be there.
February 4, 1986
"Come on guys it's no fun if you just stay sitting there," Max complained, before dropping her skate to the ground and making her way to the ramps.
You and Steve sat on a blanket under a big willow tree, one of the few shadows surrounding the skate park. The day was sunny and the place was filled with teens.
"Alright, I think I'll go then." Steve got up, stretching his limbs and picking up the rollerblades. "You coming?" He turned to you.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." You smiled at him. He shot you a smile back before making his way to the cement slopes in the park.
You closed your eyes, breathing in the fresh air of the trees around you.
"Hey, um, you- you there?"
Hearing the sizzled voice coming from the walkie near your backpack, you stretched an arm to grab it; pulling the antenna up and pressing the button. "Hi, yeah, I'm here."
"Cool, is this like, a good time, am I interrupting something?"
You smiled with Eddie's voice, your eyes following Steve's wobbly movements on his rollerblades. You laughed when Max had to rush to him so he wouldn't fall.
"No, it's perfect," You told Eddie.
That was the day you held your first normal conversation with him. He had called just for that, to talk; and your heart just about melted. You told him where you were, told him how a friend of yours was kinda bad at skating and the younger one was a pro. And Eddie told you about going to lunch with his uncle, how the man sometimes was the dad he never had.
March 12, 1986
"And then he just ran over the living room, dragging mud everywhere. God, I was so mad." You giggled, laying down on your bed and holding the walkie over the pillow next to yours.
A soft static came and Eddie's voice followed. You heard his laugh first, making your smile widen.
"I can imagine the mess. But it's so cool that you have a dog, man. I've always wanted a cat, or a dog too."
You turned around, eyes fixed on the pillow beside you, a tiny part of you hoped to see Eddie staring back at you. Outside your window, you caught a glimpse of the evening sun, orange and pink rays announcing its departure for the day. "Yeah, he's good company. Makes me laugh even if I get mad first."
Silence followed after. You closed your eyes, conjuring up an image of Eddie raking his mind over what to say next. It was cheesy. You didn't care.
"You know, I- I've been learning a new song, I play guitar, and I've been learning this new song. It's pretty sick, it's not perfect yet but… Do you- do you wanna hear it?"
You pushed yourself up on your elbows, breathing out a chuckle. Your heartbeat was drumming against your ribcage, happy that he was slowly becoming comfortable enough to share more things with you. "I would love to."
"Okay, here goes…"
You could hear the smile on his words, and as he started strumming the cords on his guitar, you decided that you loved hearing him play.
March 22, 1986
You'd never wanted this to be the way for you to see him again.
After calling a bunch of people and searching up every Rick in town just to find Eddie, then finally getting a hold of him in a secluded house at Lover's Lake and sort of filling him in about what was potentially happening; your friends were now deciding how to continue.
"Are we just gonna leave him here?"
"I mean it's not like we can walk around town with him."
"Then we can, I don't know, stop at a market by morning and bring him some food."
Dustin, Steve, and Robin talked amongst themselves, their faces illuminated by flashlights and the moonlight seeping through the shack's windows. You were leaning against the iron wall in the far corner, gaze trained on the swaying boat but not really focused.
To put it lightly, things went to shit. The upside-down was showing its claws again, but your main concern is that Eddie was being accused of murder.
Slowly, your gaze found him, and the mere sight tore your heart into two. He was slumped down in the opposite corner of the small shack, hugging his knees to his chest and shaking violently; his cheeks had tear tracks on them, no doubt his mind was reliving what he went through.
You wanted to go to him. Hug him close and tell him everything would be okay. But things weren't so simple. Until now, you still hadn't spoken to him in person again. You didn't know where boundaries started or ended.
"Okay, it's settled then." Steve decided. "Hey man, we're gonna bring you something to eat by morning yeah? Until then just… Try and get some rest." He addressed Eddie, who could only look at him.
One by one, your friends exited the fishing shack, walking out into the night, your gaze switched between the door and Eddie's small figure against the wall. You took slow steps to the door but stopped by the threshold.
"Steve," you called for your friend, hand resting on the doorway, "I think I'm gonna stay too, it's not good for him to be alone."
Steve walked back to you with a frown, his sneakers crushing the leaves underneath. "Are you sure?"
You nodded, reaching out a hand to squeeze his. "Yeah it's alright, I don't want him alone."
The look in your eyes didn't leave much room to argue. Steve left with a reassuring smile and the promise of food by morning.
As the car sped off in the distance, you closed the door behind you and turned to Eddie. He hadn't moved, his eyes were clouded with dread.
You took careful steps towards him, wincing at how the old wooden floor screeched beneath your feet. You moved to sit down in front of him, leaning your back on some wooden crates.
"You didn't have to stay." Eddie forced out, with a quiet tone that broke in the middle. His gentle brown eyes were glistening under the fading moonlight.
Gulping down a lump in your throat, you managed a smile. "I wanted to."
Eddie's gaze drifted from yours, the curl on his lips was bittersweet. "It's you, isn't it? Who- who I've been talking to."
You could hear your own heartbeat. "Yeah." You breathed out.
Eddie bounced once in his seat, leaning forward with a real smile. "I knew it!"
His excitement made you chuckle. You thought about how this would happen, you never imagined it this way though. Yet somehow, sitting with him in an old fishing shack in the dead of night while hiding from authorities, felt weirdly right.
"I'm sorry I didn't say anything before, I just didn't want to…" You trailed off.
"Mess it up?" Eddie finished for you and you nodded.
He picked at a loose thread on the rip of his jeans. "Yeah, me neither. I mean, I had a feeling, that it was you, I thought your voice was familiar but… I never had the balls to ask."
Eddie looked up at you then, pupils blown as he took you in. You, the person who became his safe space. The one who could take his breath away with just a simple 'hello'.
Since the first time you shot him a dazzling smile at school his heart had been entranced with you. People rarely spared him the time of day, yet you graced him with a genuine smile every day. And Eddie wholeheartedly meant it the day he said he was glad it was you who found his channel on the walkie.
Back then he didn't know how much he was hurting, aching for someone that would care about him, about listening to him. And that day, when your voice came through the once dead channel, his lungs took a deep breath of fresh air after weeks, months of drowning in murky waters, alone.
Eddie counted the minutes to your conversations each day, it was the best part of his day, the one he looked forward to the most. Talking with you was easy, he became addicted fast, and fell even faster.
You decided that it wouldn't be a problem for you both to sleep inside Rick's house, it's not like anyone would come looking, and sleeping on hard wood or inside a boat was less than ideal.
The house was a mess inside, looking like it had been abandoned for some time. Dust covered the surfaces, most things being out of place and haphazardly thrown around. You searched around for rooms with Eddie close behind you.
There were two bedrooms, you stood in the hallway between both doors. "I can take this one and you take the other?" You pointed to one of the rooms.
Eddie nodded hesitantly, he was fidgeting with his rings, uneasy. You could tell something was bothering him, and you had a feeling about what it was. "Or, we could just take the same room."
"Yeah," Eddie let out a relieved sigh instantly, "please." He was dreading the feeling of being alone. Even if you were in the other room, it was too far.
You both removed shoes and unnecessary layers of clothing, laying down on the bed with a reasonable distance between you. The bed smelled… old, like it hasn't been used in some time, but it looked clean.
Eddie was as stiff as a rock beside you, even not touching him you could feel it. You turned to him, adjusting the covers over you. "Try to relax Eddie, you need to rest."
He breathed out, lower lip wobbling with the motion before he turned to you as well. Eddie clutched the covers closer to his chest, a cheap attempt at seeking some kind of comfort. "You know I didn't do it, right?" He tentatively raised his gaze to yours after he spoke, barely being able to make out your face in the darkness of the room.
You frowned, for a split second wondering what he was talking about until the worry in his voice caught up to you. "Of course I do. Eddie, I- I know you, and I know you would never hurt anyone. It's just not who you are. You're good." In a bold move, you reached out and took his hand in yours, squeezing and running your thumb over his knuckles.
Eddie felt his whole body filling with goosebumps at your touch, air getting stuck on his throat as he savored the feeling. He scooted closer to you, only a little, and didn't let go of your hand through the whole night.
March 24, 1986
After Max figured out she was most likely next on Vecna's list, you had to leave Eddie's side to help your friends.
Steve's car was waiting on the side of the road for you to get in, a breeze was flowing through the grey sky, rustling green and brown leaves.
You put on your jacket and prepared to leave Eddie's hiding place, walking to the front door of the neglected house, with Eddie right behind you. You turned to him before you walked outside. "Are you sure you'll be alright on your own?"
Eddie stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking around the house. "Yeah, I don't think anyone will come looking here. Plus, your friends need you."
"You're my friend too." You told him quietly, tilting your head as your eyes remained on him.
Gentle brown eyes found yours, Eddie pursed his lips before taking half a step towards you. He was about to reach out for you but hesitated, clearing his throat awkwardly before lifting a hand to the back of his neck and extending the other for you to shake.
His attempt at pretending he wasn't about to give you a hug made you giggle. You closed the gap between you with a smile, pulling Eddie to you and holding on tightly.
His arms went instantly around your waist and he lowered his head against your shoulder. "Be safe, yeah?"
After being separated from Eddie; Nancy, Robin and you took a trip to Pennhurst, managing to speak with Victor Creel just in time to save Max's life.
March 25, 1986
Between saving Max and finding Victor's abandoned house, only now do you and your friends have time to check up on Eddie.
Your knee was bouncing incessantly the whole car ride there, your stomach was twisting with a weird bad feeling like something wasn't right. And sure enough, when you finally arrived at Rick's old house, it was surrounded by cops, nosy civilians, and the town's reporters. Yellow tapes blocked the access to the area and you just about felt your heart dropping to your ass at the sight; surely going a few shades paler at the thought of anyone finding Eddie.
Luckily, he seemed to have gotten away. Your fists balled in anger when you heard the chief of police making Eddie's name public as the prime suspect of the damned murders.
"Dustin? Can you hear me? Y/N?"
You had never been so relieved to hear Eddie's voice through the familiar crackle and static of the walkie-talkie. Before Dustin could even think of answering, you were already snatching the walkie from his backpack and taking a few steps away from the crowd to answer.
"Eddie? Thank god, you almost gave me a heart attack, are you okay?"
From the other end of the frequency, crouching under a massive rock in the middle of the woods, Eddie dropped his forehead against the walkie held between his shaky hands; a single tear escaping his eye.
"Not really, sweetheart. But shit, it's so good to hear your voice through this thing again, you have no idea."
You smiled, tension leaving your body in waves for the very same reason. "Where are you? I'll come find you."
"Skull rock, you know it?"
"I know where it is," Steve told you, all of you already making a beeline for the car.
The woods you were walking through to find Skull rock were dense, everywhere you looked sort of seemed to be the same place and you could only pray that Steve and Dustin knew where they were headed.
All you could think about was finding Eddie, making sure he was okay, and then never leaving his side again. Leaves and branches crushed beneath your sneakers, Robin and Nancy spoke softly behind you, their voices mixing with the birds singing around the forest. Despite the situation, you found yourself smiling because of the unlikely bond you had formed with the long-haired boy.
Steve squeezed his way past dense bushes with a huge grin, revealing the giant rock. "There she is Henderson, Skull rock. In your face man." He said happily, apparently winning whatever discussion he'd been having with Dustin.
"Doesn't make sense," Dustin said beside you, making you turn your head to him with a soft frown.
"Yeah, even with it staring you right in the face, you can't admit it. You just can't admit that you're wrong, you little butthead." Steve shrugged, lightly mocking the teen.
A loud thud came from behind you, then. Making you jump on the spot and quickly whip your head around.
"I concur, you Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead." Eddie took a deep breath in, hands resting on his hips.
Your lips turned up with a relieved smile, you didn't waste a second before walking the remaining steps towards him. You pulled Eddie to you with a stronger grip than before, closing your eyes to just feel him, there and safe.
"I was so worried, thought they got you." You mumbled against him.
Eddie held you back with the same intensity, one hand running up your spine and to your shoulder blades. "Yeah me too, sweetheart." He squeezed a little tighter, basking in the feeling of comfort only you can give him.
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You could safely say that being in the upside-down was not on your bucket list. Yet here you were, swinging oars at cursed bats that decided to feast on Steve's torso. The sight was nightmarish, it was your Hawkins, only much darker, with a never-ending red storm in the sky, dust particles that made it hard to breathe, and gross vines crawling everywhere.
And only after — sort of — winning the fight against the bats and losing the creatures with help of the forest; that you finally felt the nagging pain in your leg.
You were walking beside Eddie, who was still freaked out. Steve, Nancy, and Robin just a step ahead amidst the looming trees. It started with just a distant pain that had you limping, then you felt wetness running down your ankle and soon enough you were light-headed, some trees doubling themselves in your vision.
You didn't register you were falling until Eddie was scrambling to catch you.
"Y/N? Shit, don't do this to me. What happened?" He was already on edge and right now it'd be safe to say he was on the verge of panic. He had both arms under yours, maneuvering you to sit on the ground with your back against his chest.
His voice alerted the others, who came running back.
Nancy crouched in front of you, concern evident on her face as she checked for injuries. "I think she was bitten on her leg."
She lifted your jeans slowly, causing you to groan with the sharp pain shooting up and down your leg. You could feel Eddie squeezing your hand, his chin coming down to rest on your shoulder as you heard his soft voice telling you you'd be okay.
Using Eddie's bandana, Nancy managed a tourniquet around your leg. The bleeding ceased to a minimum, and you allowed yourselves at least five minutes to breathe given that you and Steve had been hurt pretty badly.
Eddie rested his back against a nearby tree, and even if you asked, you didn't think he'd let you go. So you remained in his arms, comfortably resting back onto his warm chest.
He had his arms wound around your abdomen, grip never wavering. You brought a hand over his, brushing over his knuckles.
You felt him tense momentarily behind you, then he started lazily playing with your fingers. "Getting back at me for making you worry earlier?"
A chuckle escaped you, leaning your head back on his shoulder. "Something like that, yeah."
Several heartbeats passed before you felt Eddie turning his head, his lips grazed your hairline. "I can't lose you, man. I just- can't."
His voice came out quiet and broken, if you weren't literally feeling his breath against your ear, you wouldn't have heard. Goosebumps filled your body, you grasped his hand in yours.
"You won't." You promised.
March 26, 1986
It was almost bittersweet, the momentary peacefulness of the green fields, when you knew what you would be heading into soon. The place was gorgeous, a hidden treasure maybe. The blue of the sky contrasts with the endless grass plains, with numerous trees surrounding the clearing.
You sat by the trailer Eddie and Steve stole, preparing molotovs with Robin. You opened one of the bottles, pushed the cloth inside, and heard a familiar laugh in the distance; looking up, you saw Eddie wrestling with Dustin, both boys running around on the green field with smiles on their faces.
"How's your leg?"
Robin's voice from beside you made you aware of your own smile. You tried to hide it, focusing back on your task, but not before stealing a last glance towards Eddie. "It's better. Bothering a little but nothing I can't handle."
When Robin didn't answer, you glanced up to meet her eyes. She had a shit-eating grin on her face, making you raise an unimpressed eyebrow.
"You two are adorable, y'know?" Robin mused, smile persistent as she put another finished molotov to the side.
"We're friends, Robin." You grumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"Oh yeah, you totally are."
From far away, Eddie swung his newly made shield around, with an excited bounce on his feet. "Hit me, Henderson."
Dustin jabbed the makeshift spear into Eddie's shield, both of them smiling when both weapons held up well.
Twirling the spear in his hands, Dustin rolled his eyes when he noticed Eddie sneaking a glance towards the stolen trailer for the thousandth time. "When were you going to tell me about her anyway?"
Eddie's head snapped towards Dustin, and he straightened in his stance, both hands holding the shield to his chest. "What are you talking about, man?"
Dustin spread his arms and pointedly raised his eyebrows as if to say 'seriously?'; "you and Y/N obviously, when did that happen and why am I always the last one to know?"
"There's nothing to know and nothing to tell, alright? We're just friends." Eddie told him nervously, pushing away strands of hair that the wind had brought to his eyes. "She deserves much better anyway." He grumbled to himself.
The incredulous look on Dustin's face would have been comical if he hadn't all but shouted his next words; "spare me, dude, everyone can see it, you like each-"
"Jesus christ, shut it Henderson." Eddie sprinted towards him, shield pointed at the boy who had no other option than to stop talking and defend himself.
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The moment you crossed the portal back to your Hawkins, and Eddie hesitated, you could swear you felt your heart freezing in your chest. Before he even cut the rope, you were already begging him not to do it.
The makeshift rope fell on your hands and he might as well have plunged the spear right into your heart. Eddie was looking up at you from the upside-down and your throat was already closing with dread, you were screaming at him, words you couldn't even remember. When he walked away from the portal with the promise to come back, for the first time, you didn't believe him.
Everything had happened in a haze, you told Dustin to not dare move as you managed a way up and back through the portal. The wounds on your leg were stinging with each of your movements, more so as you hit the ground on the cursed side of Hawkins.
Your pain hadn't been a concern then, the sole thing on your mind was to find Eddie. You had thrown open the trailer door and ran out into the upside-down world as fast as your legs could carry you, not stopping once, sneakers thudding against the grey ground.
When you saw the swarm of bats circling only one spot, in a hurricane-like manner, hundreds of them going from the ground and up to the sky; you knew Eddie was there, in the eye of the storm. With no regard for your own safety, air stuck in your lungs in a mix of fear and adrenaline, you ran to him.
You could remember the particles in the atmosphere clouding your throat, the blood flowing down your leg.
You had found him there then, tears collecting on the bottom lid of your eyes. You didn't stop though. Eddie was on the ground, with the tail of one of the bats around his neck and a few others trying to claw at his abdomen.
What lasted about five seconds felt like an eternity. You had spotted Eddie's spear, grasping it tightly in your hands and slicing the bat's tail clean off its body, aiming for the ones attacking Eddie next.
When Eddie stumbled up beside you, wobbly on his feet but still standing, shield in his hands; you had already felt a faint relief.
Not even a minute after, all the bats surrounding you were falling from the sky as some sick resemblance of rain. Dead. You thanked whoever did it. Dropping down to your knees — to catch the first real huff of breath ever since the rope had fallen heavily in your hands — you looked Eddie over, who had also been breathing heavily beside you. He was hurt, yes; a few bites and scratches here and there, but he was okay. No air seemed to be enough for you though, almost like the beginnings of a panic attack that you tried to chase away.
Eddie had extended a hand to you, you had seen the worry in his eyes that no doubt were mimicking yours.
And that had been the last look you gave him. You had pushed his hand away weakly, standing up on your own, with legs that almost didn't have enough strength to carry you. Your chest was going up and down with difficulty. You had dropped the spear to the ground with a thud, slowly limping back to the portal on the trailer. Eddie followed, you didn't look at him.
Now — after Steve, Nancy and Robin had found their way back through the portal as well, and you all but collapsed into Steve's arms because your body had simply given up — you sat on the couch at the back of the stolen trailer. Steve was driving, telling everyone all about the fight with Vecna, Nancy sat on the passenger's seat and Robin sat with Dustin near the front, along with Max, Lucas, and Erica after you picked them up.
And Eddie, given his home still sported a portal — a slowly retreating one, but it was still there — sat beside you. You put a distance between you both though, pressing yourself against the end of the couch and looking out the window.
You could feel the way his eyes hardly left you, most likely wondering why you were so quiet. Thing is, you couldn't bring yourself to look at Eddie, or talk to him. Anger was bubbling inside you because of what he did, because of how reckless his actions were. You knew the raw fear was lingering too, however.
"Hey guys, where should I drop you off?" Steve looked at you through the rearview mirror.
"I'll go to uh-" Eddie started, but you spoke over him.
"My house, he's coming with me."
"Yeah that- that's exactly what I was going to say." Eddie agreed quickly, his hands incessantly fidgeting with the hem of his green vest.
Your house arrived quickly, you said goodbye to your friends with a tight hug to each of them, making them promise to take care of themselves whilst they made you do the same.
The night was cold as you slowly limped your way up the stone path that lead to your front door. The lights on the house were turned off, you weren't surprised. It was late, you didn't know how late but the whole town seemed to be asleep already, unaware of the evil that had once again been defeated just minutes ago.
Eddie walked close behind you, one hand lingering against his stomach as the other stayed ready to catch you if you stumbled.
You hadn't bothered to lock your front door and for once you were happy about it, your guard dog came running to greet you, making a beeline for the stranger behind you.
"Hello to you too." You grumbled to your dog and turned on the lights in the living room.
"Oh, it's your dog, hey dude." Despite his wounds, Eddie was happy to crouch down and shower your dog with pats. Huge smile on his face as he bit his lower lip, fingers disappearing amongst the fur.
From your place in the hallway, you stole a glance at them. Instantly, tears were prickling at the back of your eyes.
Shaking your head, you walked to your bathroom. Turning on the lights, you winced at how the white tiles reflected the brightness. Bracing yourself on the sink counter, you met your own eyes in the mirror. To say you look awful would be a massive understatement. You had a rather big cut on your cheek that you didn't even know was there before now, droplets of blood and dust covered a good part of your skin, your hair all over the place, and not even counting how your whole body was complaining in pain.
You definitely needed a vacation.
Eddie slowly appeared behind you, brown eyes finally being able to find yours through the mirror. You saw how his hand reached out for you, and how he pulled it back before he could touch you.
"Are you- are you okay?"
And his voice was so gentle, so soft that you wanted to grab him and not let go, ever. You closed your eyes, lowering your head with a sigh and gripping the edge of the sink until your knuckles turned white.
Eddie shuffled, now standing beside you. He was confused, worried. His body was screaming at him to just hold you, but now, he was afraid of overstepping. "Are we just… not gonna talk?"
"Just sit down." You told him, voice steady.
He nodded, gulping down his feelings as he sat on the edge of the tub and you grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink.
You opened the small box, rummaging through mainly for antiseptics and bandages. You silently motioned for him to take off his shirt.
Eddie tried to do it on his own, but when the movement of raising up his arms elicited more than one pained grunt from him, you stepped in, carefully lifting his shirt above his head.
Seeing the gashes on his skin got your breath stuck in a massive lump in your throat. It wasn't too bad, but there was still blood and he was still hurt. In the back of your mind, you thought about the first time you answered him on the walkie.
"We can count this as progress right?" Eddie tried, a tender smile gracing his lips, his eyes looking up at you with blown pupils. "Last time you were giving me instructions, now you get to do it yourself." Apparently, he remembered it too.
His words made the tiniest smile come to you, which made his only get bigger.
You treated Eddie's wounds with the utmost care. Cleaning them up the best you could and closing the bigger gaps with white bandages that would soon be painted a slight red.
You didn't notice the unsteadiness of your hands, how they shook over his wounds; or the permanent frown on your eyebrows, or the lone tear that escaped your eye and slid down your cheek when Eddie hissed when you touched a particularly sensitive spot on his skin.
Eddie noticed.
Leaving the small cut on his jaw for last, you crouched in front of him, biting the inside of your cheek and raising a hand to clean his face.
Eddie's gaze was heavy, dark eyes fixated on you. You could see the turmoil going on inside his head.
He winced slightly when the wet cloth made contact with his skin, you mumbled an apology. Being so concentrated on what you were doing, you jumped a little when you felt his fingers gently grazing your cheek, over the dried tear track.
A shaky exhale passed through your nose, you met his eyes and saw they were glistening under the bathroom lights; swimming in the feelings he kept guarded inside his chest.
"Talk to me sweetheart, what's wrong?" Eddie asked tentatively, dry lips hanging open, waiting for an answer that never came. "Please." He tried again, quieter.
As much as you might want to, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You let your hand fall to your lap, avoiding his eyes, you were basically sitting on the floor now.
Eddie pushed a stray hair behind your ear, his eyes roamed your face for a minute and then he was standing up and left the bathroom.
You frowned, but didn't follow after him. You heard as he walked back, your back was still turned to the door and you focused on the sound of his movements.
Eddie sat down against the wall to your right, hissing sharply at the cold tiles, his knees tucked close to his chest. Wordlessly, he reached out and gently dropped the walkie-talkie on your lap, before hugging his knees with one hand, the other holding onto his own walkie.
The grey device on your hands was nothing but a blur through your tears.
You heard the familiar crackle and static. You almost broke down then and there.
"I know you don't wanna talk right now, at least not with me. I just hope you know that I'm here, and I'm- I'm gonna be here whenever you feel ready."
You heard his voice, both from the walkie and from right beside you.
"And… I also hope you know that you're like, the most important person in my life, I think you don't even know how much you've helped me. You're the one thing that takes my mind off of all the bullshit this town has thrown at me…
Shit, you make me happy, and maybe you're much more than anything I'd ever deserve; but I'm here for you too, so if you could just- just give me a sign that you're okay, I'll give you peace, or space, or whatever you need. I just need to know if you're okay, please."
Eddie finished, voice growing quieter by the end. He let go of the button on his walkie, making the device sizzle with static.
The tears in your eyes were on the brink of spilling over, chest impossibly tighter. You chanced a glance to the side, to him.
Some tears clung to Eddie's eyelashes, and a few others made their way down, collecting on the end of his chin or stopping at the corner of his lips. His eyes were pleading, burning a hole through your soul.
Running your tongue over your lips, you carefully raised the walkie to your lips. You pressed the button, hesitating only a split second.
"I'm okay, as… okay as one can be after that, but…" You started slowly, each word following a beat of your heart. "Damn it, Eddie, I thought I lost you."
Throwing away the walkie-talkie, you turned your body to him. "Do you have any idea, of the panic I felt when you cut that damn rope? What were you even thinking?"
Eddie put down his own walkie, opening his mouth to answer. You didn't let him;
"It was so- reckless." You uttered out shakily, running a hand through your hair, brows scrunched in anger. "I mean you- you could have fucking died for those damn things if I hadn't gotten there in time, and for what? A little extra time?"
You didn't register you were crying, you didn't register the sobs; and when Eddie reached a hand out for you, you slapped it away. "You don't get to tell me to be careful, or- or say that you can't lose me when you do stuff like that. This goes both ways for fucks sake." Your tone was louder, wobbly, mixed with sobs and tears as you groaned in frustration and hastily wiped your cheeks.
You only noticed that Eddie had successfully managed to grab you when you were pressed against his warm chest. Your head tucked against his neck as both his arms closed around you tightly. Both your legs became a mess of tangled limbs, Eddie lowered his lips to the crown of your head, squeezing you to him and mumbling countless "I'm sorry" and "I'm here" and "it's okay".
His skin was warm under your hands. Your ear, resting just above his heart, allowed you to hear the constant thudding; the reassuring sound slowly but surely calming your trembling body and ragged breathing.
"I never wanted to hurt you. Promise." Eddie spoke against your skin, fingers tracing lazy patterns over your body. "I- when I saw the bats, breaking through the door, all I cared about was keeping you safe. I knew I had to draw them away from you and Dustin. Maybe it was selfish but, I couldn't risk them getting through that thing to reach you."
Shaking your head, you pulled away only enough to look at him. Finally being able to take him in, he was just as much of a mess as you were. The sight made you chuckle.
Eddie felt his heart bursting with warmth at the sound of your laugh, a small smile coming to him as well.
You reached up, thumb carefully tracing the outline of his lower lip, engraving the image of him to your heart forever. He leaned towards your touch. You almost kissed him.
"Just, please promise me you won't do anything this reckless ever again."
Eddie hummed, his hands around your waist tentatively pulling you towards him. "For you, I'd do it again in a heartbeat." His words held a playful tone, accompanied by a cheeky grin. They also held the truth.
"And I'd go after you in a heartbeat." You raised an eyebrow at him, your hand burying in his hair.
"Good, then we got each other's backs on our reckless decisions," Eddie mumbled, his breath ghosting over your lips.
He glanced down to your lips with a silent question, a plea. You answered by closing the gap between you, both hands cradling the back of his head and pulling him to you desperately, urging for closeness.
Here, with your body flush to Eddie's, his lips mapping yours in a motion of love; you couldn't be happier for having stumbled upon him on that dead channel.
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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
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
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
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.
“I know,” you mumbled.
“So! Ask him out!”
“I don’t know, Chriss. I don’t think he’d agree. He hates cheerleaders.”
“No way! You’re always telling me you think he’s way sweeter than he looks. If he’s so sweet, then he totally wouldn’t judge you like that. Just try it, Y/N! Maybe he’ll give you a chance…”
“I don’t know—“
“Honey, you’re literally the prettiest girl in this whole school. If he doesn’t get over his crap enough to go out with you, then he’s delusional and blind and dumb.”
You gave your friend a small smile.
“So go ask him out already so I don’t have to watch you keep pining across the room for him,” she pushed you slightly. You sighed, but decided maybe she was right.
It was nearing the end of the school year after all, and Eddie and you both were about to graduate. You didn’t have a lot of time. Besides, if it went poorly, that only meant an awkward couple months of avoiding him. You could do this. You took a deep breath and stood up.
“Yes! You got this!” Chrissy cheered.
You rubbed your hands together nervously as you approached his table.
Several other Hellfire members caught your arrival, staring up at you with wide eyes and gaping mouths. You watched them all start whispering to each other frantically. Oh God. You dug your nails into your hand to force yourself not to turn and run.
Just do it just do it just do it.
“Hey!” You gave your best attempt at a smile as you sat down next to Eddie. It was hard to smile when you could feel the lunch you just ate rising back up your stomach from the nerves.
“Hi.” His eyes bore through you, waiting for what you wanted. You looked down at your sleeves. His eyes were your fucking kryptonite. The only way you’d get through this would be to not look at him.
“Uh… you wanna…” you ran your thumb nails together, “maybe… meet up this Saturday?” You manage. There. It’s out. You did it. You look up finally, catching his gaze.
Fifty emotions flicker through Eddie’s brown eyes but the one he settles on is… disappointment?
You felt your heart shatter in your chest.
“Uh. Yeah. Sure.”
“Oh, we don’t have to,” you say, already trying to back out. Clearly he’s not interested, and you really don’t want his pity.
“No, no, we… can,” he decided, “Uh. My place? … Or we could meet in the—“
“No! Your place is fine! Uh, how’s 6 sound?”
He just nodded, the sad frown not leaving his face.
You nodded back, “Cool. See you then.”
You didn’t even wait for his response before you returned to your table, feeling utterly miserable.
“So! What did he say?!” Chrissy asked, tugging at your hand as you approached the seat. Your desire to vomit only doubled.
“He… he agreed…” you mumbled.
Chrissy frowned, “Then what’s wrong?”
“He doesn’t sound at all interested.”
“What?” Chrissy turned back to his table, but Eddie was already getting up and leaving the lunch room. “How can he not like you, Y/N?”
“He probably likes somebody else. Which is fine, I just… wish he wouldn’t agree to pity me. That’s so much worse than a rejection.”
“Hey,” Chrissy put her hand on your shoulder, “Maybe it’s just an off day for him, you know? Maybe something happened. Go on the date, and maybe it’ll all work out!”
You looked at her, at her blind encouraging optimism, and gave a small smile, “Okay, Chrissy.” You took a deep breath, “I hope you’re right...”
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You stood, shifting your weight back and forth in the grass.
You had dressed up. Weeks before you’d even built the courage to ask Eddie, you’d thought all about how, for your first date, you were gonna wear your newest white sweater with your favorite light blue skirt, matching the color of your manicured nails. You’d felt so pretty when you’d thought about it in your head. You felt stupid now, standing in front of his trailer in your dumb little clothes, hoping that Eddie freaking Munson would think you were pretty. What were you doing?
You knocked on his door anyway, already resigned to this going poorly.
Eddie opened the door to you, and for a moment, you saw his eyes light up.
Your heart surged. Maybe Chrissy was right!
His eyes tracked you up and down for a moment before returning to your face, and his joy left again.
Jesus, he really was in love with someone else then. Maybe you should just turn around and go home…
“Hi,” he said.
“Hey,” you replied, unable to prevent a small smile. He was just so pretty. You couldn’t help it but smile when you saw him. Even if he was never gonna be yours.
“Come on in,” he nodded his head, and you followed him in.
Your eyes feasted on everything around you. It was all soo him. You couldn’t say you knew all that much about it, but it just felt like it fit. Maybe it was worth it to come here just to learn just this much more about him. God, you were so painfully in love with this boy.
“So, what party?” he asked.
“Huh?” your eyes peeled from his decor and towards him.
“What party are you going to tonight?” He repeated. He wasn’t even fucking facing you. He was digging through a drawer. Jesus Christ. This was pathetic of you. A whole new low to your dating life. And you’d dated some really douchey jocks before…
“Uh. No party…?” You answered.
“I’m not gonna show up, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he joked, though there was no humor there.
Who was this guy? You thought you had a good understanding of him, albeit from afar. But here, he seemed nothing like the guy you thought you knew. Or rather, he seemed exactly like the guy everyone else thought he was. You had just thought he was secretly different. Talk about pathetic...
“I’m not lying,” you frowned, “Why would I lie?”
Eddie stopped rummaging through the drawer for a moment to look at you. His eyes drifted down to your outfit again and he frowned, then returning back to his drawer.
You hugged your sweater around you tighter. Jesus, you didn’t think he’d be so judgmental. The jocks were, but you thought that Eddie Munson of all people would be better than that.
You had been right. He thought your outfit was dumb. He thought you were dumb— not even worth looking at. Or maybe this was just his sick way of being mean to someone who associated with people who were so mean to him.
You felt your eyes begin to sting with tears. You should just run out the front door and never look back.
But you couldn’t just yet. You wanted answers.
“Am I not good enough for you? Is that it?” you spoke up, willing yourself to channel the anger and not the crushing heartbreak, “Some backwards retribution for what the guys put you through? Or is it someone else?” You brushed away a tear as he turned toward you, hoping he wouldn’t notice you crying.
His eyes were wide with confusion when they met yours.
“Uh,” he replied, completely lost and alarmed, “I was gonna give you a half ounce for $20? That seems fair to me…?”
You blinked, your tears halting immediately, “What?” you asked quietly.
His eyes shifted down to his hands. He was holding a little baggie of weed. His eyes shifted back up to you, “What???”
You laughed a bit, wiping your tears away, “Eddie,” you let out, “Eddie, I’m not here for drugs.”
Eddie cocked his head slightly, confused.
“I was asking…” you laughed more. It wasn’t funny, but you were so fucking relieved that at least some of his behavior had been a misunderstanding, “I was asking you to go on a date with me.”
“You…” he replied slowly, “you were… asking me… on a date…?”
You nodded, nervous butterflies springing back into your chest.
“And… not a date as a way to get drugs?” He questioned.
You shook your head, “I don’t even do drugs, Eddie.”
Eddie set the weed on the dresser and put his other hand up to rub his forehead, “You’re serious?”
You frowned, worry coloring your face as you felt your eyes prickle again, “Um. 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.”
You blinked up at him.
“I’m… just trying to process that the queen of Hawkins high is… asking me on a date. You do know who I am, right?”
“Um, well, that is kind of the whole point of going on a date with someone. To learn about who they are…” You teased, hoping this was putting you on lighter ground. He didn’t seem… uninterested at least.
The teasing worked, because suddenly he was blinding you with a grin.
He crossed his arms and squinted at you, grinning wider, “So you LIKE me?”
“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, putting a hand on your hip.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Just shut up,” you told him.
He grinned like a fucking cat, stepping toward you, “See? Told ya you’d get tired of me quickly.”
You scoffed, “Ed—“
He took your face in his hands and kissed you. And oh, god, maybe the constant desire to hurl yourself into a black hole all week was worth it because Jesus Christ his lips were soft and he was holding you like you were precious and like you were his.
You pulled away eventually, breathless and laughing as you leaned your forehead on his.
His face dropped to a look of horror in an instant, and you were back to feeling deeply ill. Oh, fuck, did he not like the kiss? How could it possibly keep getting worse?!?
“Oh my god, I’ve been so rude to you this week!”
You exhaled, relieved that was what he was worked up about.
“It’s okay,” you assured.
“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.”
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?”
“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.”
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[ EDDIE’S POV ]
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