Midnight Margins

I prefer words to people.

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EDDIE MUNSON

Series -

Statistically Unlikely, Emotionally Inevitable

Idiots-to-lovers/friends-to-lovers/FWB (like idiots) Reader is Gareth's neighbor, she meet's Eddie when they start their band. It's five years later and he thinks she's way too cool for him and she wishes other people could see him like she does. They're in love and so worried about ruining the friendship that they end up being FWB because they don't fuckin talk about it. Send help.

Part One : Part Two : Part Three : Part Four (Coming Soon)

One Shots -

The Cassette Tape - Eddie Munson x F!Henderson!Reader

Reader is Dusty's older sister. Meet cute in the theatre room. She paints him a sign, he makes her a mixed tape. Steve is surprisingly helpful.

That's my WIFE! - Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Eddie accidently (and very publicly) tells pretty much the entire school that you're married but will not explain further. That doesn't work for Dustin, the nosey lil shit, and he demands to know everything.

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Statistically Unlikely, Emotionally Inevitable :Part 4:

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, use of the word fuck, Eddie trying to cure his jealousy by putting his fingers somewhere they maybe shouldn't be while standing in Steve's back yard... Eddie sticking his foot in his mouth... figuratively MDNI

Tropes: Idiots-to-lovers/friends-to-lovers

Word Count: 4,172

A/N: Listen. This was supposed to be out weeks ago. I am so sorry. Firstly, as I was writing it, me and this chapter did not get along. I had to scrap and start over. Then I got super busy over the last week and writing this and the three other things I've been working on got put on the back burner. Me and this chapter still aren't friends but we're down to the final countdown. There's only one, maaaaybe two parts left. Again, I am so sorry. Also this part ends horribly and I am so sorry. Eddie doesn't handle Jealousy well. And just fyi, pretty much everything I write is and AU so even though this is in the s4 timeline, the Byers brothers are mentioned. I'm sorry.

Thanksgiving break was in full swing, a whole week of no school, and you were spending the first night of it at the Munson trailer. You’re pretty sure that Eddie doesn’t already have plans, if did he would have told you about them, so you have already planned everything. You had groceries in your car for the dinner you were planning on making for both Munson men and yourself and had stopped at Family Video to rent a couple movies.

Robin is following you as you mindlessly wander between the shelves of movies. “You know, you guys should come and hang out. The group is having a bonfire. Everyone is going to be there.” She said, picking at the skin around her nails.

You give her the side eye. You were friends with her, of course, and Dustin, and you’d been spending more time with Steve but you weren’t as close with any of their other friends. “Who is everyone?” You ask hesitantly.

“I got Steve to agree, surprisingly for a Saturday, and Nancy and Jonathan and all of the weird children that they come with.” She shrugs.

You’d seen Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers in school your entire life, you'd been in the same grade as them since kindergarten, but you’d never talked to either of them. You were sure Eddie hadn’t either. “I’ll ask Eddie if he wants to go, he might be up for it if Dustin’s there.” You answer, grabbing both of the movies you’d been looking at.

You knock on the old door of the trailer, pulling your jacket closer to yourself in the chilly November air. Less than a minute later, Wayne is welcoming you inside, a bright smile on his face. “Eddie said he was expecting you, but I think he’s passed out in his room.” He says, taking a peak down the hall.

“Oh, it’s fine.” You set your bags down on the counter, the warmth and comfort of the trailer seeping into your bones. “He’ll wake up soon enough I’m sure. You don’t mind if I make dinner tonight do you? I brought over everything.”

His smile is as warm as the trailer is. “Of course I don’t mind, you want some help?” You’ve always loved Wayne. He was the kindest man you knew, he had to be since he’d raised Eddie. When you first started coming around he treated you like you were one of his own. 

“I’ve got this, you go relax. Watch your show.” You say to him as you pull the groceries you brought out of the paper bags and line them up to start prepping. 

You've done this so many times over the years that you already know where everything is and it takes no time at all to find everything you need and get into a rhythm. You’re so lost in the task that you don’t notice when Eddie slips into the kitchen, sleep still in his eyes, curls a mess from laying on them, until his warm palm rests on your hip like it belongs there, and places a soft kiss to your cheek. 

“Smells good.” He says before plopping onto the couch next to his uncle. A warmth washes over your skin as you look over at them. This was your happy place.

Moving to pull plates out of the cabinet, you place them on the counter. “Good, cos it’s done.” Wayne turns the tv off and both him and Eddie take their seats at the table. You hand each of them a plate loaded with food and take your own seat at the table.

Several minutes go by, the sounds of forks scraping across plates fills the room and you smile to yourself. There was no sound quite like that of appreciative men eating the dinner you’d made with care. “So.” You say, filling the silence. “I talked to Robin earlier when I stopped to rent the movies.”  

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie asked around bites of his steak. “What did you talk about?” 

You finish chewing what’s in your mouth before answering. “She invited us to hang out with her friends tonight.”

Eddie looks up at you, raising a thick brow. “Friends like Harrington?”

You already knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy task. You’d actually enjoyed the time you spent with Steve, Eddie probably would have if he tried but they were from opposite ends of the tracks so he was hesitant. “And Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers… the boys will be there too and probably the girlfriends. Mike and Lucas’s. At least for a while. But Dustin will be there for sure.” Dustin was your selling point. 

He doesn’t say anything for a while, mulling it over in his mind. “What are we doing?” He gave in. You smile at him, so hard it almost hurts. 

“Bonfire at Steve’s. It’ll be fuuuuun.”

Eddie is not sure about this. At all. But he could see that you wanted to go, a few of them were your friends too and if Dustin was there then he was sure he could get through it. The beer in the back seat was an added bonus. 

“Everything is going to be fiiiiine.” You tell him as he pulls the van to a stop. He hopes you're right. 

You both get out of the van, grab the four six packs, and head around Steve’s house to his back yard. 

“There she is!” Robin's voice fills Eddie’s ears as he looks for somewhere to drop his beer. He finds a table and makes his way over to Dustin. 

“Hey! You came!” He wraps Eddie in a hug, looking up to see that his eyes are on you. “Ah, I see. How’s that going?”

Eddie looks down to meet his younger friends eyes and smiles. “It’s great, man. I mean, it’s not what I was wanting to happen originally, but you know, it’s great. We’re best friends all the time, and I don’t have to watch her be with someone else while I secretly get to have her.” He realized how bad it sounded when he put it like that. But it didn’t feel bad. Eddie had been terrified that what had happened would ruin his friendship with you. But it didn’t. Now he got to kiss you sometimes and when you stayed over sometimes you did more than kiss and he wasn’t going to complain about you being in his bed. Sure he couldn’t call you his girlfriend so he didn’t get to show the whole world how he felt about you, but if this is all he was going to get, he was happy with it. 

Dustin clapped a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “As long as you’re happy I’m happy, man.” 

Eddie couldn’t help but watch you laughing by the fire as he sipped his beer. He didn’t think he’d seen a more beautiful sight in his life. He continued to sip on his beer going back and forth between chatting with the younger Hellfire boys and you and the older teenagers. He had to admit, as the hours passed he had been enjoying himself, until he wasn’t. 

You were sitting on a blanket, sipping on your bitch beer between Eddie and Steve. He’d never really gotten to know the guy but he had seemed decent enough over the last few hours. And then he had put his arm around you and laughed at the joke you’d made. Eddie didn’t like that at all. He wasn’t the type of guy that shared. He didn’t think you wanted to be shared. But even if you weren’t technically his, he figured that you two only being with each other while you were sleeping together was one of those unsaid things. Maybe he was wrong. But he sure af fuck wasn’t sharing. He supposed he was going to have to remind you that he was there. 

You were laughing at whatever it was Steve was saying, Eddie’s heart started beating faster as jealousy burned under his skin. This wasn’t like him. Sure he’d been jealous before but not like this. You’d never been his before, and as far as he was concerned you WERE his.

“You want me to get you another  beer, princess?” Eddie asked, pulling your attention from Steve, back to himself.

You look down to the almost empty bottle in your hand. “Uhm, yeah. Thank you.” You grin at him. Something about the way he’s looking back at you feels off. You wonder if maybe it’s just the alcohol. You continue to watch him as he gets up to walk across the yard to Steve’s cooler.

“How’s that going?” You hear Steve’s voice from the other side of you. 

Taking in the last mouthful of your beer, you nod. “Good, I think. I mean, we’re not like official or anything but we’re still… hanging out and I don’t think he’s seeing anyone else.”

“That sounds… not great. I thought you wanted him to be your boyfriend or whatever?” Steve sounds almost worried.

You roll your eyes. Were all boys dumb or just the ones you know? “That is what I wanted, but I wanted to keep my best friend more. If this is what I’m gonna get, then I’ll take it.”

“Have you tried talking to him about it?” Steve asks, looking at you intensely. “Maybe he would be down for it.”

You give him a stern look. “Aren’t you the one that said if he wanted me he’d say something?” He goes to open his mouth again, but Eddie is back so you give him a death glare, a warning to keep whatever comment he was about to say to himself.

Eddie hands you the beer and holds his hand out to you. You look at him curiously before taking it and letting him pull you up. “Are you okay?” You ask when you’re standing in front of him.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He looks from you, down to Steve and quickly back to you. “Let’s go for a walk.”

He’s quiet at first, as you walk together. Something is definitely off with him. “What’s wrong?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“Nothin, just wanted to stretch my legs.” 

You sigh. “Eddie. I know you better than I know myself, I know something is up, you’re being weird.” 

Fuck. Of course he couldn’t be casual about it. Of course you would know something was wrong with him. He had to make something up and fast. “Uhm, yeah. It’s just kinda weird being out here with all of these people, y’know? We don’t usually do this. Still warming up.” He looks over at you and lets out a breath when it seems like you bought it.

“That’s fair, I guess. It is a little weird, isn’t it?” You agree. “But being here with you helps.”

Eddie’s face heats up at your words. “So how’s Steve?” It feels like he has acid on his tongue. He doesn’t care about Steve. He only cares if you care about Steve.

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes roll and the small smile on your lips. “Steve is Steve. I never imagined I’d be friends with him, but here we are.” Eddie’s stomach twists into knots and he doesn’t like the way it feels. The world around him feels like it’s spinning. He can’t tell what’s up and what’s down. So he does the only thing that makes sense to him.

You let out a gasp when Eddie pulls you behind a tree, pushes you up against it and covers your mouth with his. He’s never kissed you like this before, like you’re the only thing anchoring him to the ground. And he’s never kissed you around other people like this before.

You’re kissing him back just as fiercely, hands reaching up to tangle into his curls, holding him closer to you. You don’t even care that the bark of the tree is digging into your back. You're lost in the beer and cigarettes on his tongue to even remember where you are when his hands start to wander from your hips up your stomach. 

“Eddie.” You barely manage to get his name to pass through your lips as his mouth moves to attack your neck. “We’re in public.”

He laughs against your skin. “I’d hardly count Harrington’s back yard as public.”

“Someone’s gonna see us.” You let out a moan as he squeezes your breast. 

Eddie pulls only his mouth from you, to look into your eyes, his pupils are blown. “No one can see us, and no one is gonna find us if you can keep quiet.” His fingers travel to the waistband of your pants. “What do you say, sweetheart? Give me five minutes and we’ll both feel better when we get back over there.” 

You can’t say no. You don’t want to say no. You don’t say anything. Pulling his mouth back to yours, you don’t stop him from sliding his hand down the front of your jeans. Your skin tingles deliciously under his touch. You can feel how wet you are already, the way he pushed you against the tree, the forcefulness of his was so fucking hot. 

His fingers slide between your folds, finding your clit circling it. The sensation that shoots through you has your mouth falling open. It takes everything you have to not make a sound. “That’s a good girl.” Eddie whispers in your ear as he leaves hot open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck. 

It’s harder to keep it in when he pushes two of his fingers into you. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down, trying to keep quiet, fisting his hair as he pumps in and out of you.

“That’s it, pretty girl, you’re doing so good for me.” 

That does it. Your hips jerk as he keeps working you, the sensation builds until stars are exploding behind your eyelids and you're clenching around Eddie’s fingers. 

When you’re satisfied and breathing heavily, Eddie pulls his fingers from between your legs and licks your juices from them, staring you in the eyes. That image will be burned into your retinas for the rest of your life.

When you go to pull at his belt, Eddie places his hands over yours before pressing a soft kiss to your mouth. “We can finish this later, don’t want them to start to miss us.” He winks down at you.

By the time you’re falling back into your seats you’re laughing together. When you look over at him, Eddie seems much more at ease than he did before, now smiling softly at you. Who knew letting him get you off behind a tree would comfort him?

Steve clearing his throat catches your attention. “You guys okay? You were gone for a while.” He asks, raising a brow at you. 

“Yes, Steve. We’re fine. We just went to take a walk.” You’re trying to tell him with your eyes to shut up and but out, with the way he smiles at you knowingly, you’re sure he catches the drift. 

“Can you get the door?” Your mom calls out to you from the kitchen. 

When you pull the door open Wayne and Eddie are both smiling at you, each with a paper bag in their hands. “Come on in!” You gesture to the open house. “You can take those into the kitchen, but try not to touch anything, my mom is going crazy in there.”

Every year for Thanksgiving, your parents had invited the Munson’s over for dinner and every year Wayne brought over a frozen pie and boxed Mac and cheese. It was a tradition that would likely be upheld for years to come. 

You follow behind them, reaching into the fridge while Wayne very carefully puts the bags wherever your mom instructed him too. Popping the can open, you hand it over to Wayne, smiling when he thanks you, and drag Eddie back through the living room where your dad is watching the game and up to your room. 

“The woman is driving me crazy.” You sigh, falling onto your bed. 

The bed next to you sinks down when Eddie sits, dropping a hand into your thigh. “She’s just stressed. She wants to make sure everything is perfect. I hear that moms take holidays real seriously.” He says, trying to lighten the mood. 

You can’t help but to roll your eyes and smile just a little bit. You know he’s right. “Yeah… I guess.” 

Your breath catches in your throat when he leans over to kiss you. Sure, you’d kissed him before, several times now, but it had never been so … casual. 

Eddie is incredibly nervous. More than that. Why were you always making him so damn nervous? He needed to breathe. He needed to relax. He needed to smoke but he wasn’t going to disrespect your parents by doing that at their house. But he was nervous. Because there you were looking so good fucking beautiful and he just needs to tell you how he feels. 

Yeah, so what Thanksgiving was probably the least sexy holiday to spill his guts but he didn’t think he could wait the month until Christmas. He just wanted to no needed to tell you that you’re the most important person in his life and that you’re the most beautiful human to have ever walked the earth and that he had been thinking about you every second of every day since he met you and FUCK he was so in love with you that he could hardly stand it and he just really, really wanted to be your boyfriend. He wanted everyone, every single person on the planet to know how he felt about you and he never wanted to see Steve Harrington’s arm wrapped around you again. 

Eddie hated that it took him realizing that he was jealous to understand that as amazingly mind blowing as the sex was, it wasn’t enough for him. It would never be enough for him. He didn’t want to bite his tongue whenever he wanted to tell you those three words. He didn’t want to worry that you might find someone who had the balls enough to ask you out, and that you’d leave him completely at a chance for something real. Not when it could have been a chance with him. He wanted everything with you. The stressful holidays, marriage, a couple of mini munsons, coming home from work to each other, growing old together… but to do that he had to get over his damn nerves and say it out loud. 

Inhale. Exhale. You’ve got this Munson.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you something.” The relief is immediate as the words leave his lips. And the look on your face almost has him second guessing himself. 

“Okay, shoot.” You say as you watch him. He’s suddenly worried that he’s going to throw up in his mouth. 

Inhale exhale dumbass. 

“Well the thing is-” before he can get all of the words out the doorbell rings. Fuck! Your eyes go wide as you check your watch. 

“I have to get that!” You say jumping up off the bed to race out of the door. 

Eddie wondered if you were expecting someone, usually it had just been the five of you. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Eddie gets up and makes his way to where you’re standing at the front door hugging Steve who is looking right at him. Now he’s about 99.8% sure he’s going to throw up as a pit carves itself into his stomach. 

You turn towards him with a huge smile on your face. “Steve is having dinner with us, his parents are out of town but he has work this week so he stayed behind.” It was a pretty solid reason for Steve to be standing in your living room. But somehow Eddie didn’t think that was the whole truth. Maybe it was the jealousy talking, but he didn’t believe for a second that Harrington wasn’t trying to steal his girl. 

All during dinner Eddie barely said a word. You could tell, very easily that he was stewing over something, you just didn’t know what. Well. That wasn’t completely true. Eddie seemed to be trying to hide the fact that he was mad dogging Steve. You thought he’d be over the not liking him thing by now. Yeah, so they had different crowds but they both loved the shit out of Dustin and you were friends with both of them so you figured they would have some common ground. Apparently not. 

You waited to say anything. You wanted to talk him down but not in front of everyone. So after you said bye to Steve and Wayne had called it because he had work early the next day, you dragged Eddie back into your bedroom and turned to face him, arms crossed over your chest. 

“What is your deal? And don’t tell me it’s nothing because it’s pretty damn obvious that something is going on with you. You were just fine until Steve got here. I thought you were on decent terms with him at least.”

The way Eddie’s face contorted into something very near rage made your stomach hurt. “A heads up would have been nice.” He huffed. Turning away from you. “I would have liked to know he was going to be here at least. I didn’t think I was going to get ambushed by Steve.” 

“Why are you being like this? He hasn’t done anything to you!” Your face was starting to get hot. And not in the fun way that it did when Eddie was flirting or grazing the skin of your thigh. 

You and Eddie almost never fought. Not really. Bickered, absolutely. All the time. But there had only ever been a couple of actual fights and you could tell by the tension building between you that this was going to be one of them. 

“Why do you like him?” Eddie’s voice is getting louder with every word. “Why does everyone like him so much?”

You can’t actually believe what you’re hearing. He sounds jealous. Which is weird to you because Eddie has never been a jealous guy. He’s never cared who you hung out with because he always knew that he was your best friend. Hell. He has loads of friends you were friends with. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Edward Munson?” You can’t help it. You’re starting to get mad. He’s in your house. Taking his anger out on you like you did something wrong. 

His eyes are growing darker as each word leaves your mouth. “No, I’m serious. What is so fucking great about Steve Harrington? Hmm? First it’s Dustin who talks about him non-fucking-stop. And you’re probably next since it seems like you can’t get enough of him.”

You are seeing red. You don’t know where any of this shit is coming from. He has never, never been like this before. “For the record, Dustin has been friends with him for years. You’ve only known the kid a few months. And Steve hasn’t done anything! He didn’t have anyone else to spend Thanksgiving with so I invited him to dinner so he wouldn’t be alone! No one should have to be alone for the holidays.”

“So what, next you’ll be inviting him to join you in bed? Is that it?” 

You seem to have forgotten how to breathe. Or think. You’re not even sure you’re a real person anymore. You’re more sure you ever were. Or maybe you fell asleep and don’t know how to wake up because there is no way that those words actually came out of his mouth. 

“Get the fuck out of my house and don’t speak to me again.” It was harsh. You don’t really care. Until Eddie looks like a kicked puppy. Like he just realized how royally he fucked up. 

Why the fuck did he just say that? What the fuck is wrong with him? He’s never seen you so mad, at him or otherwise. “I am so sorry.” He tries to say but you’re not hearing it. “I didn’t mean it, I swear I didn’t. I was just …”

“I don’t give a shit. That was so uncalled for. Get out. Right now. I don’t want to look at you.” Your voice is even. Quiet. Eddie decides that’s worse than yelling. His heart is in his stomach and he doesn’t know what to do with himself or how to move. But he manages to put one foot in front of the other until he’s out of your room, out of your house, and he’s getting in his van and driving him in silence, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. 

He woke up this morning decided to finally make things official and now, he’s crawling into bed unsure you’re ever going to speak to him again.

[lena-ashmoor]

the cassette tape fic was TOO GOOD! 💖 is a part 2 a possibility? 😁

I’m so glad you enjoyed it!! I’m absolutely sure I can make that happen! I had a couple other things I wanted to add but it was already soooo long so, yeah. I can definitely make a part 2!

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I am in the process if re write chapter four of Statistically Unlikely, Emotionally Inevitable. I had the whole thing planned out but I hated it so I had to start over. I should have it ready in a couple days, I am also working on the Modern!Eddie BikeTok one shot that I previously mentioned along with another project that will be out soon which is incredibly long. 😅.

ALSO That’s My WIFE! Has hit over 300 notifications, I appreciate that! I’m glad to see yall enjoying my work! I promise to have something else for you guys really soon!!

- L

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I’ve been on biketok too long and it’s giving me ideas 👀

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I have a question. Will there be a part two of that’s my wife and do reader and Eddie ever have kids?

I do have some ideas in mind for a part two in which there may or may not be a pregnancy announcement involved 👀

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That's my WIFE!

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Warnings: None?

Established relationship

Word Count: 3,734

Summary: Eddie accidently (and very publicly) tells pretty much the entire school that you're married but will not explain further. That doesn't work for Dustin, the nosey lil shit, and he demands to know everything.

A/N: Thinking I could probably do a second part to this that takes place after graduation.

Eddie was curled into a ball, sleeping comfortably. “Come on, Ed. It’s time to get up.” You said, shaking his shoulder. He grumbled, not moving. “Eddie!” 

When he still didn’t move you rolled your eyes, standing up and making your way down the hall to the kitchen of the Munson trailer. Just as you reached for a hot piece of bacon, Wayne walked through the front door. 

“Morning, kiddo.” He greeted, dropping his keys onto the counter. “What smells so good?”

Smiling, you grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and piled it with bacon and a couple waffles, handing it to him, followed by a hot cup of black coffee. 

“Breakfast, still hot too.”

Wayne took the plate, happily, taking a sip out of the cup before speaking again. “Looks delicious, thanks darlin. Eddie up yet?”

Sighing you shake a piece of bacon at him. “Still working on it.”

Sitting himself down at the counter, Wayne shook his head. “He’s a lucky kid, the way you look after him.” He took another long sip out of his cup. “Tell him all the time, smartest thing he ever did was meet you. I know he’s a handful sometimes but you’re always keepin him on his toes and feeding him and I just hope you know how much we appreciate having you around.”

You couldn’t help the smile spreading across your lips. “No where else I’d rather be.” 

Taking the bacon, you walk back down the hall towards the bedroom. Jumping onto the bed, you waft the food in front of his face. “Eddie, I have bacon.” 

His eyes didn’t open, but his mouth opened wide. You let out a laugh and fed him the bacon, heart warming at the pleasant smile on his face. 

“Eddie, we’re going to be late for school. You need to get up, you won’t have time for breakfast.” Pushing his wild curls away from his face you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

He let out a groan as he kicked the blankets away from himself. “Fiiiiine.” Happy, you leave the room once again to throw together both of your lunches for school. 

“How many times do I have to tell you, miss Y/L/N, you can not write your boyfriends last name in place of yours on classwork. This isn’t a diary entry.” Your angry bitter math teacher snapped as she dropped your graded homework back onto your desk. 

Rolling your eyes, you flipped your paper over. You could see Eddie’s friend Jeff smirking and shaking his head in his seat next to you. You smiled at him before flipping him the bird. If only he knew. 

When the bell rang, you got out of your seat, taking your time to make your way towards the cafeteria with Jeff. 

He was playfully poking at you when Andy, one of the basketball goons, walked right up to the both of you. 

“Beat it, freak.” He eyed Jeff before looking you up and down, biting his lip. 

“It’s fine, go ahead.” You responded, patting his arm. “What do you want?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime? I know you’re seeing Munson or whatever, but I think I could show you a much better time. Maybe you can write my name on your math paper instead.” He winked. 

You tried not to gag. “Andy, I really don’t know what you’re playing at here but-“

The words fell from your mouth when he reached out and grabbed your face gently. “You don’t have to answer now, think about it.”

“Where is she?” Eddie asked upon seeing Jeff arrive at the table without you. His eyes moved to where his friend pointed behind him, to find you, very obviously uncomfortable, with basketball Andy’s hands on you. 

Fire burned through his veins, as he shot out of his chair, storming towards you and Andy. 

“Hey, fuck face!” Eddie yelled, drawing the attention of everyone in the cafeteria to him. “Hands off of my wife.”

As you heard the words leave Eddie’s mouth a smile spread across your face. 

“The only name I write on my math paper, Andy, is mine.” 

As soon as he was close enough, Eddie wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “He bothering you sweetheart?”

Planting a kiss on his cheek, you smile. “Not anymore, my love.”

As you walk over to the hellfire table, all the boys sitting there stared at you with gaping mouths and wide eyes. 

“Did you say wife?” Dustin asked, looking back and forth between you and Eddie. 

Eddie sat in his seat at the head of the table and pulled you into his lap, reaching for the lunch you made, ignoring both Dustin’s question and the way everyone was looking at you. You take the lunch box from him and pull both of your lunches out, passing him his. “Ham for you and Turkey for me.” You pull out chips and home made cookies and set them on the table in front of him. 

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, “thank you, baby.” He said before taking a bite of his sandwich. 

“Are you really going to just act like that didn’t happen?” Dustin demanded, waving his hands around. 

Chewing, neither of you looked up, choosing to still not answer. 

The front door of the Munson trailer slammed open as Eddie burst through it. 

“Honey, I’m home.” You could here the grin in his voice as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to the top of your head while you washed up the dishes from preparing the dinner cooking away in the oven. 

“How was Hellfire?” You asked as you turned the water off and dried your hands before turning to face Eddie. 

Rolling his eyes, he smiled. “You mean after I got harassed with questions for 20 minutes about what happened at lunch?” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

Patting his chest, you turned your back to him, pulling plates and silverware out of the cabinet. “You’re the one that wanted to wait to tell everyone and then turned around and shouted it at the entire cafeteria.” You reminded him. 

Eddie cocked an eyebrow, and folded his arms over his chest. “You’re supposed to be on my side Mrs. Munson.” He pouted.

“I am on your side, Ed. I’m always on your side, I’m just saying…. You kinda kicked yourself in the ass with this one.”

He let out a long heavy sigh, pulling you into his arms. “I know, I know. But in my defense… some douche had his hands on you, and you’re a married woman. MY married woman. I couldn’t let that stand, I had to fight for your honor.” 

“You’re such a dork.” Reaching up on your toes, you plant a kiss on his soft mouth. “We’ll deal with it later, okay? Dinner is in the oven so why don’t you go take a shower and get into something comfy so we can relax?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before making his way down to your shared bedroom. 

Almost as soon as you heard the shower start, there was a knock on the door and you weren’t surprised to find Dustin Henderson when you pulled the door open. 

Taking a step out of the doorway, you motion for him to come inside and close the door behind him. 

“You staying for dinner?” You asked. His eyes lit up as he nodded. Turning to go back into the kitchen you pull another plate out of the cabinet. 

Dustin stays quiet for a moment, just staring at you, but you could tell the wheels were turning in his head. “You have questions and Eddie refused to answer any of them.” It wasn’t a question. You’d only known the kid for a couple of months but you knew all the same that he wasn’t one to quit until he got what he wanted he wanted. 

“Yes! I have questions!” He started, voice rising with every word. “You’re married?! You and Eddie are married and know one knows? How did he not… how did you not… how come no one told us? When did it happen?”

You couldn’t help but to smile. Eddie should have known that this was going to happened once he opened his big ass mouth. “Okay, okay.” You put your hands up in surrender and that had seemed to calm Dustin down a little bit. “I will tell you everything, okay? Just sit down and relax a little bit.” 

The kid did why you asked, sinking into one of the chairs at the table. “Okay, yes Eddie and I are married. Legally and everything. It’s only been a couple of months, and I know we didn’t tell anyone but we wanted to wait until after we graduated.” 

“But that’s almost a year! And how? You’re only 17!” 

You let out a chuckle, setting the table with the plate, cups, and silverware you’d pulled out. “I know, and Eddie’s 19.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” You leaned over the console to press a kiss to Eddie’s lips. 

“Sure thing, princess.” He smiled, watching as you climbed out of his van. You turned to wave before running up the pathway to your house. 

You noticed immediately how quiet the house was when you stepped inside. All the lights had been turned off, the tv wasn’t even on. Both of your parents should have been home from work by now, your dad was normally lounging in his recliner watching tv and your mom was always in the kitchen working on dinner.  

“Mom… dad?” You called out, dropping your backpack onto the floor as you walked slowly through the living room and into the kitchen. 

Someone had flipped the light on, shifting the kitchen from darkness into a blinding brightness. “Surprise!” They both shouted, scaring the shit out of you. 

You stopped, looking from your mom to your dad to the cake on the table. You had no idea what was going on. Your birthday was still months away. “Oh my god are you pregnant?” It was the only thing that came to your mind. You didn’t know what else it could be. 

“No, god no!” Your mother laughed. “Your dad got a promotion at work!” 

Your head whips towards your dad, who was beaming at you. “Congratulations!” You rushed him for a hug. He’d been working towards this promotion for two years. “What’s all this?” You asked, motioning towards the cake. 

You noticed the way they looked at each other, avoiding making eye contact with you. “Well, you see… the thing is sweetheart….” Your mother starts. You had no idea what she was trying to tell you but your stomach had immediately started to sink. 

“The thing is what?” You demanded, taking a step back. 

Your dad cleared his throat, deciding to take the direct approach. “We’re moving. To the city.” You looked up at him, heat rushed up to settle into your cheeks and your heart started beating wildly in your chest. “The only way to get the promotion was to take the job at the city office. There was an opening and if I wait for the position to open up here, I might be waiting another three years.”

“What?” You demanded. This couldn’t be happening. “I can’t move! It’s the first week of my senior year! I have friends, I have a boyfriend! It’s my last year of school!” Panic floods your veins. You couldn’t just start over in your last year of high school. 

Your mother rushed over to you, trying to wrap her arms around you. “I know sweetie, but the city isn’t that far! You can easily come visit Eddie and he can come visit you. It’ll be okay.”

You pulled out of her arms, looking both of them over. “And what about my friends? I’ve had the same friends most of my life! You expect me to just go through senior year alone?” Tears started to prick at the corners of your eyes. “Did you even think about me at all when you did this?” You demanded, turning to look at your dad. 

He looked disappointed. “Of course, but this will be good for us. You’ll love the city honey, it’s the best thing for our family. I’ll be making more money and there will be so much for you to do.”

“No!” You shouted. “No, I can’t. I won’t go.” The tears started to pour out of your eyes. 

“Honey, you can’t stay here.” Your mother reminded you. “You’re 17 and you have nowhere to go.”

There was nothing else left for you to say, so you turned to storm out of the house, leaving your parents calling after you. 

“That’s bullshit!” Dustin looked disgusted. 

You nodded, opening the oven to check on the meatloaf. “That's what Eddie said too when he opened the front door to find me crying.” 

You could hear to bathroom door open and turned to see Eddie stepping out of the bathroom, towel dried hair falling around his shoulders. He was looking right at Dustin, defeat apparent on his face. 

“Henderson.” He said, as he walked into the kitchen. “I should have known you would follow me home.” Eddie stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

Reaching up to place a hand on one damp cheek, you pressed a kiss onto the other one. “I’m telling him.” He only nodded in response. 

Dustin looked at Eddie, a smug smile set onto his face. “So you came over here when they told you, what happened next?”

“What happened next is that I was pissed off.” He’d said, pulling you as close as he could into himself. “I wasn’t letting anyone take my girl from me.”

Eddie pulled open the front door, as soon as he saw you and the tears falling freely from your eyes he pulled you into a tight hug. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You were crying so hard you couldn’t get the words out. Your life was over. 

“Shhh, pretty girl, everything is going to be okay.” 

You couldn’t help but to cling harder to him. “No it’s not. They’re ruining everything.” You sob into his chest. 

“Let’s get you inside and you can tell me all about it.” He insisted, pulling you into the living room of the trailer and closing the door behind him. 

Eddie’s Uncle Wayne had jumped straight up off of the couch when he’d seen the state you were in. “What’s going on?” He asked, watching you shake in Eddie’s arms. 

“We’re moving to the city.” You sobbed. “My dad got a job and we have to move.”

You could feel Eddie stiffen underneath you. “Over my dead body you’re goin’ anywhere. That’s bullshit.” He fumed. 

His reaction had you crying harder. “I told them I wasn’t going. We’re in our last year of school, all my friends are here.” You looked up into his angry eyes. “I can’t leave you, Eddie. I can’t. But they said I can’t stay because I’m 17 and I don’t have anywhere to go.”

Eddie looked over at his uncle. “She can stay here, right? She can stay with us.”

You looked over at Wayne. “Well, of course I’d let her stay with us. But she is only 17 and her parents might not allow that since she’s still underage. I mean if she was married and 18… well I’m sure that’d be a whole different story.” 

You immediately started to cry again. There wasn’t going to be anyway out of it. You hated it. Hated that you were going to be ripped away from everything that you knew. 

“Well… I mean, we’ll just get married then.” Eddie’s words slammed into you like a car going full speed with no breaks. 

Wayne was shaking his head, “Well, I mean if that’s what you want to do, what you REALLY want to do, then I’d support you but since she’s underage you’ll have to get permission from her parents. They’ll have to sign off on it, legally.” 

Eddie bent his head to look you in the eyes. His stare stopped the world from moving beneath your feet. “If that’s what you want, I’d be happy to make you my wife.” 

“That was how you proposed?” Dustin deadpanned . “You said, We can just get married, I’d be happy to make you my wife? That’s not romantic at all!” 

You couldn’t help the laugh the bust from your throat. “I wasn’t romantic at all, but it wasn’t really a romantic situation. But I couldn’t say no, either way.”

The timer for the oven went off, so you pulled out of Eddie’s arms, motioning him to sit at the table so that you could pull out the steaming meatloaf. 

“He asked you to marry him so you wouldn’t have to leave? Are you kidding me man! I mean, don’t get me wrong I’m glad you’re still here but what the hell?”

“Hey, watch it kid.” Eddie sneered. “I love her, okay! I always did and I wasn’t going to lose her. If asking her to marry me earlier than I had planned to was the only way I could keep her with me, I wasn’t going to hesitate.” 

Carefully you set the hot dish on the table, grabbing a knife so that you could fill everyone’s plates. 

“He still had to convince my parents to sign the papers. If they didn’t agree then I would have had to leave.” 

You had been a nervous wreck. What if they said no? You loved Eddie, with your whole heart. Neither of you had said the words, not to each other but you knew how you felt. Just how you knew you were going to throw up as you anxiously paced the floor of your bedroom carefully listening to the conversation Eddie had insisted he had with your parents alone. 

“Listen sir, with all due respect… I think she should stay. It is her last year in high school and it’s important to her to finish it up here, where she’s comfortable and knows everyone. It wouldn’t be fair to make her start over so late in the game. I’ll make sure she’s taken care of. She’d live with me and my Uncle Wayne. I have a part time job, I can get another one. I’ll get a better job when we graduate.”

“And what about college, hm?” You heard your dad ask. 

Eddie didn’t hesitate for a second. “She’s a smart girl, you guys have raised her right. If she wants to go to college, I won’t stop her. I’d follow her. We’ll get it paid for no matter what it takes, but I know she’ll have a couple full ride scholarships waiting for her when we walk across that stage. Just please. Hear me out. Let me marry her.” The desperation in his voice was apparent. He really wanted you to stay. And he’d follow you anywhere you wanted to go after.

“But do you love her? Do you really truly love her?” Your mother asked. That was the only thing she seemed to care about. 

“I do. I love her more than I’m love myself. I want what is best for her, I’d do whatever it takes to make sure she got the life she deserved because I love her so much. If I thought moving to the city was it, I wouldn’t be standing here right now pleading for her.” His words warmed your chest, filled you with a light you’d never know existed. “Please. I am begging you.”

They didn’t respond and the world felt like it was crashing down around you. Just when you were about to throw the door all the way open, you heard your father calling out your name. 

The scene you walked in on was not what you had expected. Your parents were sitting on the couch and Eddie was on his knees before them. They all turned to look at you. “We’re leaving next weekend.” Your father said, refusing to look away from you as he stood. “We will go down to the courthouse after school tomorrow to fill out and sign all of the paperwork.” 

You ran, barreling into him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You cried, hugging him. You could hear Eddie getting to his own feet and you turned to look at him. His eyes had been watering, a tear rolling down his face. 

“And you.” Your dad raised a single finger and pointed it at him. “You better take damn good care of my little girl, or else.” 

“You have my word, sir.” Eddie pulled you into his arms, planting a kiss on your lips. 

You beamed up at him. “I love you, Eddie Munson.”

“Wow. I’m surprised they went for it.” The sound of forks scraping against plates as everyone ate filled your ears. 

“Well you aren’t the only one. I thought my dad was gonna shoot him dead, right there.” You smile. 

Eddie shook his head. “Nah, I wasn’t worried about it. You can’t just shoot a man on his knees begging to marry the love of his life. That’s just cruel.” 

Dustin snorted. “So that’s it?”

“Yeah, pretty much. We went and met at the court house after school the next day, and on Saturday we went back and got married. It was just the two of us, my parents, and Wayne. We decided to keep it to ourselves until graduation and then we were going to have a proper ceremony and invite all of our friends.” 

“Until Andy decided to try and get handsy. Now the secret is out.” Eddie rolled his eyes. Although it had been his idea you knew how excited he was to get to tell everyone. He’d get over his grumpiness eventually. 

“Don’t act too disappointed. You know you can’t wait to call me your wife in front of everyone.” You laughed. 

His face lit up. “You’re right! I guess now that the secret is out, I can just tell everyone I’ve ever met how lucky I am to have such a beautiful wife.”

“Oh! Can I be your best man?” That had all three of you laughing.

[lena-ashmoor]

The Cassette Tape

Eddie Munson x Henderson Sister!Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Tropes: Brothers-Best-Friend

Word Count: 9,597

Notes: I'm not great at writing short things so this one shot is looong. It was 21 pages in the doc.. hahaha

Eddie hadn’t expected the lights to be on when he opened the door to the theatre room. Usually when he came in to set up for Hellfire, his Dungeons and Dragons club, all of the theatre kids had already cleared out. He most certainly didn’t expect to find you sitting on the floor singing a song he knew all too well with a paint brush in your hand. He couldn’t help but take in the view, absolutely fascinated and unable to move his eyes from you. 

Sitting on the floor in the theatre room, you sang along to the song coming out of the headphones connected to your Walkman as you continued to work on the set piece you’d spent the last hour painting. You had somehow managed to get so caught up in what you were doing that you’d completely lost track of time and hadn’t heard the door open somewhere behind you. 

The small hairs on your neck started to prickle, the feeling that you were being watched creeping across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Turning your head very slowly, your eyes caught a person watching you, a scream of pure terror ripped through your chest and out of your mouth.

Eddie jumped, caught off guard before slowing making his way towards you, motioning for you to remove your headphones as the scream faded. 

Breathing far too heavily, you ripped the headphones off of your ears. “You scared the shit out of me!” Panting, you clutched your chest, trying to slow your breathing enough to take a few deep breaths. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t think anyone was in here.” The long haired boy in front of you had a large smile set in between dimpled cheeks. 

Looking closer at him you noticed the books he clutched in his arm. You knew that the Hellfire Club used the theatre room after hours but didn’t think it had really been THAT late already. 

“What time is it?” You asked, looking down at the watch on your wrist. “Shit! I’m so sorry. I wasn’t keeping track of the time.” 

Standing, you started to gather your things hurriedly, clearing the space so you could leave Eddie in peace to do whatever it was he was doing. 

“You’re cool, the guys won’t be here for like 20 minutes, I come in earlier than everyone else.” He set down his books and the rest of his things on the table, still watching you put away the paint and brushes in the silence between you. 

“So… Ozzy, huh?” 

“Hmm?” You asked, turning to look at him. 

You’d seen Eddie before, plenty of times. After all this was his third senior year, he’d been walking the halls of Hawkins high a few years before you had ever stepped inside. But he was also a very dramatic guy, more dramatic than anyone even belonging to the drama club. Everyone knew who Eddie Munson was. The Freak, most had called him. All because he played a fantasy game, listened to loud music, and dressed in all black with grown out hair. And he reviled in it. Giving them what they wanted, putting on a show for them. You didn’t believe any of it was real, not for a second. You sat next to him in a few classes, just by luck, but you paid attention to him, not in the same way everyone else did. 

He was staring at you, brown eyes large and expressive, licking his lips as he smiled over at you. “The song,” he pointed at your Walkman. “Ozzy Osborne. Now You See It, to be more specific.”

Your cheeks heated as you looked away from him. “Oh.” You knew there was no reason to be embarrassed, exactly. Music was personal to you, something just for you that you kept all to yourself. 

“It’s a good one, I didn’t really peg you for Ozzy though. Wham! maybe, or The Clash I guess, you used to hang out with Byers right? But not metal, not you.” Eddie couldn’t control the smile that ripped his face apart at the seams. He felt like he was in on some big secret and it prickled at his skin. 

“I do like The Clash…” the corners of your mouth lifted in a small smile. “And yes, I do also like Ozzy. And Wham! for that matter.”

Picking up your back pack and slinging it over your shoulder, you noticed he was still smiling widely at you. 

“That is very unexpected.” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back to sit at the edge of the table. “Quite a variety.”

You didn’t know what it was about his wide toothy smile, or the way his eyes moved across your face, looking amused, but you couldn’t help but give him a piece of you that you’d never really shared with anyone else. “I don’t really care about genre or what everyone else likes, if it’s a good song, if it can make me feel something when I’m listening to it, then I like it and I’m gonna listen to it.”

Eddie nodded, running his fingers through his mess of dark curls. Before he could speak again, the squeaking sound of the door being open caught your attention. Whipping your head in its direction you watched as a very familiar boy walked into the room. 

Dustin’s voice rang out, calling your name as he looked around the room, spotting you standing across from Eddie. “I saw your car outside, I came to see if you lost track of time again.”

Lifting your paint covered hands to show him, you smiled, making your way towards Dustin. “You know me too well, but fortunately I was… brought back to reality before accidentally crashing your game.” You didn’t risk looking back at Eddie, though you could very much feel his eyes burning a hole into you. “Well I better get going before your other friends start to show up.”

“Drive safe, I don’t need a ride, I can get one with Mike or Lucas.” He said, stepping out of the doorway so that you could pass. 

“Always,” you smiled down at him before finally turning back to look at the boy behind you. “See you around, Eddie.” You waved, before walking out of the room and towards the exit out to the parking lot. 

“Sister or cousin?” Eddie’s voice pulled at Dustin’s attention. 

Looking towards the table, Dustin saw Eddie now setting up the table for what was sure to be an epic campaign. “What?”

He pointed towards the door. “You have the same last name, right? Is she your sister or cousin?” He was looking very intently at how he was setting things up, avoiding eye contact with the younger boy. He didn’t know why he hadn’t asked before, he knew that you and Dustin had the same name, and he’d seen you talk a few times over the last couple of months. 

“Oh, she’s my sister.” Dustin dropped his bag off of his shoulder by the door and walked deeper into the room. “You didn’t know that? Jeez, man you’re behind.”

“Shut it, Henderson.” Eddie smiled to himself. “I can give you a ride home, if you need one.”

The loud screeching of breaks pulled you from the drawing you’d been focusing on. Looking at the watch on your wrist, you noticed the time. Dustin was probably home. Getting up from your desk, you make your way out of your room and towards the front door, lecture ready for Steve and his insane driving, as you were sure that even if he said Mike could bring him home neither Nancy or Karen Wheeler drove that obnoxiously. 

Yanking the door open you first notice that it is, in fact, not Steve’s BMW idling in front of your house, but a van. You watched as Dustin made his way up the path towards the house, backpack hitched up on his shoulder. Looking around him, you saw that it had been Eddie behind the wheel, who upon noticing you standing in the open door, smiled wildly and waved. 

“Hey, Dusty?” You asked, waving back towards the van in the street. “Does Eddie bring you home often?”

Dustin looked back towards the van before walking into the house, with you following him into the kitchen. “Uhm, not really. A couple times but not like a lot. Why?” He looked back at you before pulling open the door to the fridge to fish out his plate that your mom had saved him from dinner as you leaned back into the counter.  

“Does he always drive like that?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess he does.” Your brother shrugged, picking at the cold lasagna on his plate. 

Pushing yourself off the counter, you pat his head before messing up his hair. “I’ll pick you up next Friday.”

On Monday morning you find yourself walking the halls next to Robin. “I worked on it for about an hour after school on Friday but …” you hesitated, not sure if it would be the BEST idea to mention your interaction with Eddie to your best friend. Robin had a knack for blowing things like this out of proportion sometimes and Eddie had a bit of a reputation. You’d never talked about him, not with each other, but it wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have so early in the morning. “I’ll work on it some more during lunch today. It’s almost done.” 

“Do you think you’ll get it done before rehearsal on Thursday?” Glancing over at her, you notice her eyes glued to the red haired girl she gushed about from band, her face had turned an almost fluorescent shade of pink when her stare was met. 

“Do you think you’ll ever get the lady balls to ask Vickie out?” You laughed, elbowing her. 

Her head snapped in your direction, short brown hair flying around her face. “Will you shut up! Someone might hear you.”

Wrapping your arm around her shoulder you pulled her close, “I’m sorry, you’re just so cute I can’t help myself. I just want you to be happy.”

“Well, being the town pariah would most definitely not make me happy.” She shrugged your arm off. 

“Yeah, I know.” You said, stopping at your locker. “At least Steve graduated. If he was here, he’d never let you live it down.” 

You pulled what you needed out of the locker and slammed it back shut. 

“Why is Eddie Munson staring at you?” Turning to look at your friend, you raised a brow questioning her. “What are you talking about?”

Placing her hand on the top of your head, Robin turned your face in the other direction. “Look.” Eddie was walking down the hallway, and he was staring right at you. As he passed he saluted at you with two fingers. “Henderson.” He smiled.

You could feel the corners of your mouth pull back. “Hey, Eddie.” You replied as he continued down the hall in the direction of his class. 

“What was that?” Robin gawked at you.

You could feel the blood as it rushed to your face, grabbing for her wrist to drag her to class behind you. “Excuse me?! Eddie Munson?”

“It’s nothing Robin! I just ran into him when I was leaving the theatre room Friday, he came to set up Hellfire, that club Dustin and the other boys are in.” 

“Yeah, that explains why your face looks like a tomato.”

“My face looks like a tomato because you’re making a big deal out of nothing! He just said hi, he’s just being nice… it’s not a big deal.”

“Hey, Henderson. Where’s your sister?” Eddie asked, tossing a pretzel in his mouth as he looked around the loud cafeteria. 

Dustin, who was shoveling a roll into his mouth, looked up at his friend curiously. “Why?” He asked, slowly around his mouth full of bread. 

Eddie flicked a pretzel at his head, missing by a fraction of an inch. “Because it’s lunch and she’s not in the cafeteria, obviously.” 

“She was in the theatre room when I passed by earlier.” Mike offered, looking between Dustin and Eddie. 

“Hmm.” Eddie flicked another pretzel into his mouth before standing and grabbing his black lunch box and shaking it towards the boys seated around his table. “We’ll, boys. I have some business to attend to, I’ll catch you around.”

Dustin watched as Eddie left, coolly walking out of the lunch room, his attention only pulled away at the sound of Mike’s voice. 

“Wonder what that was about.” 

Pondering the words for a minute, Dustin stared to pick at his food. “I have no idea.” He said, looking back at Eddie’s empty seat. 

Once again you found yourself alone, singing along to the song playing from your Walkman as you finished the set piece you’d been painting in the theatre room. And once again the feeling of eyes boring into the back of your head pebbled your skin in goosebumps. 

When you had looked over, slowly, it had not surprised you to find Eddie smirking at you from across the room. 

“Was that Billy Idol, I heard?” He asked as you removed your headphones, pushing off of where he was leaned up against the door frame to make his way towards you. 

“Yes.” You smile at the long haired boy softly, before adding the last few brush strokes to the piece. “I told you, if it makes me feel something, I like it.”

Letting out a laugh, Eddie examines what you’ve been working on. “And what exactly does...what song was that- White Wedding… make you feel?”

Shaking your head, you stand admiring your work for a moment before collecting the brushes and paint to put away. 

“You did that whole thing?” Eddie asked, breaking the silence you left hanging between the two of you. 

“What are you doing here Eddie?” You asked, simply. “Not that I mind… I’m just curious.” You added, so that you didn’t come off as rude or like you didn’t want to be around him. 

The way that your eyes searched his face for your answer made blood rush up into his cheeks. Honestly, he didn’t know why he was there, not really. He didn’t really have a reason he simply… wanted to see you. “I was walking down the hall and I saw the door open.” 

Mulling over his words, you let out a hum. “Yes, I did paint the whole thing. I paint most of the set for theatre. It doubles as an art credit.” You never really noticed that Eddie had dimples before, they were cute. When you noticed you’d been looking too long, heat flushed across your nose and cheeks. 

“Art too? And you act… is there anything you can not do, Lady Henderson?” 

Before you could answer, the bell rang, signaling that lunch was over and it was time for your next class. “I guess that’s my cue to leave, I’d offer to walk you to class but… alas I am The Freak and you should probably not be seen with me. I can let you walk out first, I don’t mind being late to class.”

Lifting your backpack up off the floor, you walk over to him, rolling your eyes with a laugh. “You can walk with me to class if you want.” 

Eddie’s eyes went wide as he looked at you. He had not expected that answer, if he was being honest he expected you to take him up on his offer. He knew what people said about him, they made it no secret. And you, you weren’t the type of person who was ever found in his proximity on purpose. Ever. Or so he had thought. 

“Come on, we’re gonna be late.” You grabbed his wrist and pulled him out into the hall, letting him go to pull the theatre door closed behind you. 

As he walked next to you, keeping at your pace, he rubbed at the back of his neck. “You know, you don’t have to walk with me just cos I asked, I’ll be fine if you wanna go ahead.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You looked up at him, enjoying the view. You could admit to yourself that he was pretty attractive, with his long dark curls and wicked smile. The rebel thing really worked for him. “I’m not stupid you know.”

“I never said that.”

“I know. But I mean, I know what people say about you. What they’ve always said about you. But Dustin really looks up to you, he always has nice things to say. So I know something they don’t.”

“Dustin talks about me?”

“Oh, yeah. Like all the time. Whenever he’s not talking about Steve.”

“He does talk about Harrington a lot doesn’t he?”

“Yeah,” you laugh. “Probably too much.”

You walk up to the door of your shared class room and he follows you inside, taking the seat next to yours. “Oh, and by the way. I like White Wedding because it’s loud, and it makes my skin tingle in the best way, and it always makes me want to dance.”

Over the next few days you found Eddie waiting for you outside of either the theatre or art rooms after lunch so that you could walk to class together. Everyday with his hands jammed into the front pockets of his jeans he’d ask about what you were working on or what you’d been listening too while you were working, and with a giant smile on your face you’d answer his questions, asking him how his lunch went at the hellfire table or if your brother had been behaving. 

In class he sat in the closest empty desk to yours, not bothering or distracting you in any way, just sitting peacefully, though you had caught him sometimes looking over at you, to which you’d hide the flush of your face behind your hand. 

On Friday, when you stepped out of the art room, a crudely wrapped gift in your hands, Eddie was nowhere to be seen. After a couple of minutes and trying not to let the disappointment of his absence sink into your bones you turned on a heel and started your walk towards your next class. 

Looking down at his watch, Eddie cursed to himself as he gathered all of his shit into his black tin box and ran like hell towards the doors of Hawkins High. He knew he should have pushed his deal back to after school, half the time the guy he met with was late, but thought that maybe if he was quick enough he’d make it to the art room on time so that you could walk to class together. 

As he raced towards the art room, flying past the students that were crowding in the halls trying to get to their next classes he saw you, walking down the hall away from him on your way to your shared class. 

“Henderson! Wait up!” You could hear your name being shouted from behind you. 

Stopping in your tracks you turned to see long dark curls and a leather jacket pushing their way through your classmates to get to you. A laugh stumbled up from your chest and out of your lips as Eddie stopped in front of you, bent over with his long ring clad fingers gripping his thighs as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Henderson..” he started between breaths. “I… am… so sorry… I was… in the woods… lost track of time.”

Still laughing, you patted his back gently. “It’s okay, Eddie. We should probably go though, I don’t want to be late.” 

Taking one last deep breath, Eddie straightened himself out. “You’re right. Let’s get going.” His heart squeezed in his chest as he saw the way you were looking up at him, a way no one had ever looked at him, big doe eyes and a happy, goofy smile on your face. “So, what arty thing did you do today?”

As you walked you clutched the wrapped package in your hands to your chest for a moment, before offering it to him. “A gift for you, actually.” Biting down on your lip, you looked away from him as he took it from your hands carefully, cheeks warming at the brief brush of his fingers against yours. 

Eddie looked at you in awe. No one had ever given him a gift before. Aside from when Uncle Wayne would give him a little something for his birthday or Christmas, but this…this was different. This was something from a cute girl, something made for him. 

“You don’t have to open it now, of course but let me know if you like it when you do.” You’re looking at your feet now, distracting yourself from staring at him as butterflies swarm on your stomach. 

Eddie rips the paper away and takes in what was hiding underneath it. A round wooden sign with a familiar devil’s head painted on it in careful strokes. 

“It’s a sign, to go in the theatre room since you use it for club meetings. I borrowed Dusty’s shirt out of the laundry.”

You very nervously watch Eddie who is staring down at the sign in awe. “This is… this is really good, Henderson. Thank you.” 

Walking into the classroom, you take your normal seat and Eddie takes the one next to you. 

A few hours after school you were standing in a mostly empty Family Video, elbows on the counter with your face buried in your hands. And you supposed ‘best friend’ was laughing at you. 

“It’s not funny Robin. My brother is going to kill me. He’s going to prance around school with my head on a STAKE.” You groan. 

You could almost HEAR Steve’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “I don’t see what the big deal is, Y/N. So what? You gave him a sign for his weird little club. What’s the big deal?”

You let out a long, dramatic sigh as you lost your head to look Steve right in the eye. “I made the sign, Steve. I painted it.”

“Okay and?”

Robin reached over to pat you on the shoulder. “He’s also been walking her to class after lunch everyday even though both the art room and theatre room are ALL the way across the school.”

Steve stared between you and Robin, a confused look on his face. “Can you just get there already? Or do we have to spell out everything for you, dingus?”

You watched as Steve’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. “Oh man, Dustin is totally gonna kill you.”

You dropped your forehead onto the counter and groaned. “I am so dead.” Looking back up, you rubbed your hands over your face. “Do you remember when we started hanging out after you became friends with Dustin? He spent an hour in my bedroom lecturing me about how I had better not even THINK about having a crush on you because he didn’t want it to fuck up your friendship. What am I going to do?”

“Well.. what if Eddie doesn’t like you like that? What if he’s just being nice to you because you’re Dustin’s sister?” 

Robin reached up and smacked the back of Steve’s head. “You’re an idiot Harrington.”

“Ow!” Steve complained, rubbing the back of his head. 

“He obviously likes her, right?”

“How am I supposed to know? I don’t see what the big deal is anyway. It’s Eddie ‘The Freak’. What’s so great about him?”

“You’re a guy, Steve!”

“And? So he walks her to class after lunch now. What’s the deal?”

“Today he ran all the way from the woods behind the gym so that he could walk with me. And his eyes just lit up when he opened the gift.”

“Munson ran?” Steve’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh man, he’s got it bad for you. Robin, get ready to plan a funeral.”

“I am so fucked.” You whined. 

“It’s gonna be fine. Everything’s gonna be fine.” You muttered to yourself nervously as you sat in the front seat of your car waiting for Dustin to get out of Hellfire. 

You tried taking deep breaths to calm yourself, letting go of the death grip you had on your steering wheel when you noticed your knuckles had gone white. 

In your intense focus to calm down you didn’t notice Dustin and his two friends walk up to the car, yelping when he knocked on the passenger window. 

Almost as soon as you unlocked the doors all three boys piled into the car. “Mike is staying over but Lucas has practice tomorrow so we need to take him home.” Dustin said, perfectly normal as he would have any other time you picked him up, as he clicked his seatbelt into place. 

“Uhm, sure. Okay.” You let out a long breath, glancing out of Dustin’s window to see Eddie watching you as you drove off. 

You stayed quiet the entire drive, listening to the boys rattle on about how epic the campaign was, ears tuning in when Eddie was mentioned specifically. 

When you finally got home both Mike and Dustin followed you into the kitchen. “I don’t see why Lucas couldn’t stay for at least one movie.” You said, pulling out all off the snacks you and Dustin had agreed upon for movie night. This had been a long running tradition at your house, every other Friday night you and Dustin would rent movies, eat snacks, and pass out in the living room. Dustin’s entire party along with Robin had been invited over to join you for almost as long as you’d known them, and in the last couple of years Max, El, and Steve, and sometimes even Nancy and Jonathan, had started coming over too. 

“He wants to look cool in front of his sports friends.” Mike rolled his eyes as he reached for the bag of Doritos, pulled it open and shoved some into his mouth. 

Before you could comment there was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it.” Dustin walked towards the door, calling back to you. “Did you go by Family Video and get the movies?”

“Yeah! I grabbed a few options.” You pulled out the stack of movies to read off the titles. “The Goonies, Empire Strikes Back, Wrath of Khan, Friday… the…. 13th…” you words slowed to a  stop as you watched the familiar long haired boy step into the kitchen behind Dustin. 

“Oh, by the way, I invited Eddie too. Are Robin and Steve coming?”

Trying to compose yourself, you looked away from Eddie who was watching you with a small smile on his face. “Uhm, no. Steve has a date and Robin is doing… Robin stuff.”

“Are you serious? Steve knows it’s movie night!”

Focusing entirely too hard on stacking and restacking the pile of VHS tapes you respond. “I told him you were gonna say that, but it’s Steve. If he can get a date, nothing is going to keep him from going.”

“Oh, hey is that Ghost Busters?” At the sound of Eddie’s voice you looked up at him. 

Nodding you pull out the tape from your stack and hand it to him. “The boys love it, I rent it pretty often.”

Dustin snatched the VHS out of Eddie’s hand and turned towards the living room, waving it in the air above his head. “And that’s why we’re gonna watch it first.” 

Mike walked out behind him, snatching a soda as he passed them, to plop himself down in the armchair. 

Rolling your eyes, you pull the pop corn out of the grocery bag and move to turn on the stove. 

“You want some help?” Eddie asked quietly, looking at the grocery bags on the counter. 

“Uhm, yeah. Do you know how to…?” You motioned towards the popcorn. 

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I can make popcorn.” He laughed. “Let me just…” He shrugged off his leather jacket and quickly disposed of it on the back of the couch before returning to the kitchen. 

After handing him the popcorn you got through the cabinets, collecting bowls to put all of the different movie snacks in. The kitchen is comfortably quiet, though you could hear Dustin and Mike talking in the living room as the previews played on the tv. 

“They always ditch and leave all the hard work for you?” Eddie’s voice is quiet but shatters the silence draped around the two of you. 

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you. “Usually. Steve helps sometimes, but Dustin would burn the popcorn so, it’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“You’re telling me that that little smarty pants can’t make popcorn?” Eddie looked appalled. 

“Will you guys hurry up so we can start the movie?” Dustin yelled from the living room. 

“We’d be done already, if you helped.” Eddie mumbled under his breath. 

Laughing, you gather up some snacks and hand them to Eddie, grabbing the rest yourself before walking into the living room. 

Eddie tossed a box of Milk Duds at Dustin, who had settled at the end of the couch closest to the chair Mike sat in, and plopped down on the other end. The only seat that was left was the middle of the couch, in between your little brother and the guy you were crushing on. 

Butterflies filled your belly as you sank down into the vacant seat, handing a soda to your brother. 

Dustin turned the movie on, and you tried to pay attention to the screen, trying to ignore the tingling that ran down your leg that was only an inch away from Eddie’s. You were in for a long night. 

As the second movie came to an end, both Mike and Dustin were snoring loudly in their seats, leaving only you and Eddie awake. Standing you stretch and let out a groan. Trying to avoid staring at Eddie who was also stretching, his shirt lifted to reveal a sliver of his stomach, you started gathering snacks. 

Eddie hopped up off of the couch to help you clean up. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” You said quietly, as to not wake up the younger boys. 

Eddie continued to grab trash and empty soda cans. “I don’t want you to have to do it all by yourself. Besides, they’re not gonna be much help.” Eddie pointed his thumb at your snoring brother. 

Once the remnants of the move night were cleaned up, you found yourself standing alone with Eddie in the kitchen. Though you’d walked with him to class everyday for a couple of weeks this had been the most time you’d ever actually spent with him and your stomach was filled with butterflies as you leaned quietly against the counter.

“Thanks for the help.” You mumbled, trying not to stare at the curly haired boy in front of you. 

“Yeah, yeah… of course…” he hesitated, almost as if he wanted to say something more. “I uhm… I showed the boys the sign you made, hung it up too.” 

Heat flushed over your face, you had wondered if he’d told them but Dusty hadn’t mentioned it at all. “Is that so? What did they think?”

“Oh, man. They loved it. They loved it, I love it. It really looks great hanging up there. Thank you for making it.”

Nodding, you couldn’t help the smile that started to form on your lips. “I’m just glad you liked it. You deserve to have a piece of your club represented in the club room, since you use it too.” Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as a huge yawn spilled from it. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” 

Eddie’s laugh was musical. “Nah, nothing to apologize over. I should probably get going. It’s pretty late.”

“You’re not staying? Dusty’s friends always stay over on movie night.”

Eddie looked at you, feeling torn. He could see it in your face that you wanted him to stay, and he really did want to sleep in the same house, see what you’re like first thing in the morning, but it was late and he told Rick he’d stop by on his way home to pick up some weed, his stash had been running low and he needed more to sell over the week. 

“I would but I have something I need to do. If Henderson invites me again, I’ll uh.. stay over.” He could tell that you were trying to hide your disappointment, but wow.. you really wanted him to stay? He almost couldn’t believe it. You. Henderson’s older sister. A girl. An attractive girl. A smart, funny, creative, attractive girl wanted to spend time with him. The freak. It wasn’t just you being nice and walking with him to class. You wanted to see him at your house. Outside of school. The idea had his mind spinning. 

Your voice broke him out of his spiraling thoughts. “Two weeks from today. You’re invited. I’ll even let you put a movie on the list.” 

Heat rushed through Eddie’s cheeks. “Okay… I’ll be here.”

You beamed brightly at him, stopping his heart right in his chest. Eddie was doomed. He knew there was nothing you could ever ask of him for the rest of his life, that he wouldn’t do. 

“Okay, cool.” You couldn’t believe you’d actually done that, actually invited him to hang out at your house again, not for Dustin but for you. Walking him to the front door, you smile up at him again. “I’d tell you to drive safe but I’ve seen you drive and I know better.” You laugh. 

Face reddening, Eddie smiles sheepishly in return. “I’ll, uh, do my best.” He starts to make his way down the sidewalk before stopping to turn back towards you. “See you Monday?”

“Of course.” You replied, watching him walk all the way to his van. 

Monday morning you stood in front of your locker, turning the lock back and forth in the numbers of your combination until it popped open. Much to your surprise, sitting right on top of your history book was a cassette tape. Hesitantly you reached forward to pick it up, inspecting the plastic case. 

In sloppy handwriting was a track list. 

War Pigs - Black Sabbath 

Holy Diver - Dio

Gypsy - Dio

For Whom the Bell Tolls - Metallica

Race with the Devil - Judas Priest 

Flight of Icarus - Iron Maiden 

“I was gonna put Slayer on there because the riffs are insane but the lyrics are kinda heavy and I wasn’t sure you’d be into it.” Eddie’s voice caught you off guard, gasping you nearly dropped the tape in your hand. “It’s sort of a thank you for the sign you made me for the club room. It’s uh… a few of my favorite songs, since you like Ozzy I thought you might be into a few recommendations.”

Eddie looked flustered when you glanced up at him, cheeks gone an adorable shade of pink. You couldn’t help the smile that split your face. 

Eddie hadn’t expected your eyes to light up the way that they had as you looked at him with that big, cute smile on your face. He’d spent hours picking out the songs the night before, hoping you’d like them and the way you were beaming was worth every second. 

Eddie also hadn’t expected you to throw your arms around him, pressing your cheek against his chest. 

“Thank you! I can’t wait to listen to it.” Pulling back suddenly it was your turn to blush. Eddie didn’t think his heart could take it, you were so beautiful. “I’m so sorry.. that was probably weird. I just.. music is really important to me and.. it’s just really thoughtful and… thank you.”

Reaching up to scratch his neck, Eddie could feel how hot face was. “Yeah, uh… of course. I just hope you like at least one of the songs.”

“I’m sure I will!” You tucked the cassette safely into your bag and pulled the books for your first class out of the locker before replacing them with your backpack. Turning to face him, the smile still set into your face like it was carved into stone. “Did you wanna walk together?” You asked, hopefully. 

His face fell, but for only a second. “I have first period English.” He frowned. His first class was all the way across the school from yours. “But we can do third period?”

“Yeah! That sounds great. See you then!”

The smile wouldn’t leave your face, even after you got home from school. As soon as you’d gotten into your room, you dug through your backpack to find the mix tape that Eddie had made, just for you, and slipped it into your radio, eagerly pushing the play button. Each song that played reminded you of him in some way or another. As the tape came to an end, you rewound it and played it again, over and over until you were able to sing along to every song.

The next morning you were lost in thought, shoving spoonfuls of cereal into your mouth when your brother made his way into the kitchen.

“Morning.” You called out to him after chewing the food in your mouth.

At first he’d said nothing, the only noise in the kitchen was that of cereal being poured into a bowl, until he sat down in the chair next to you. “There was some interesting music coming out of your room last night.” He commented. He hadn’t come home with you after school, opting to hang out with his friends instead. By the time he’d gotten home you’d been on your seventh or eighth repeat of Eddie’s tape.

“Oh.” Your cheeks had started to burn and you wanted to be literally anywhere else but sitting at the kitchen table next to your younger brother who had seemingly started to notice that you might have a tiny crush on his friend. “Have you noticed that all of your friends are my friends?”

Or maybe he wasn’t as smart as you thought he was. “Robin was my friend first.” You defended yourself. “Her and Steve have become a weird duo since they worked together at Scoops so that’s not my fault. You need a crowbar to separate them unless Steve is on a date.”

“That is a very fair point.” He nodded before starting to dig into his cheerios. “I didn’t think you’d ever get along with Eddie though. It’s a little bit weird.”

You can’t help but laugh because he is so not wrong. Eddie had already been going to Hawkins High before you’d ever even started your freshman year. You’d seen him around but had never really talked to him. You’d never really even thought much about him until Dusty started hanging out with him. “It is weird isn’t it?” You continued to laugh even though your brother just sat there, shoveling cereal into his mouth and shook his head like there was something wrong with you. “Sometimes people can surprise you.”

“Have you considered maybe getting your own friends?” He asked, point blank.

Getting up to put your bowl in the sink you moved to pat his head. “It’s a little bit late for that now, but I promise I won’t steal him from you or become friends with anyone else you talk to.” You told him before heading back to your room to get ready for school.

You’d gone through most of the day and still hadn’t seen Eddie. It wasn’t weird for him to skip out sometimes, but he hadn’t missed a day in the couple of weeks since you'd started talking to him and the disappointment of his absence in your day had left a pit in the bottom of your stomach. 

Eddie had overslept. He’d picked up some shifts at The Hideout for extra money and hadn’t gotten home until after three am. It happened sometimes but when he woke up at one in the afternoon and realized he’d missed school he was upset. His mind was on you, hoping that you’d at least noticed he hadn’t been there and wondered if you could be missing him as much as he was missing seeing the way your face lit up when you smiled. He was so fucked. 

Getting up he threw on a pair of pants and an old band shirt before making his way out of his room and across the trailer to the kitchen. His uncle Wayne was perched on the couch watching an old rerun on the small tv. 

“Late night?” He called over, not even looking up at his nephew who was looking in the fridge to find something to eat. 

Simply nodding, Eddie grabbed what looked like left over box Mac and cheese before closing the door. “I picked up a shift at the bar last night, don’t get done closing it down until almost 3.” He shoved the bowl into the microwave to heat up his food. “I need some advice.” 

“I told you I can talk to the guy at the mechanic shop after school or you can work with me on the weekends.” Wayne had told him several times that he can help him find a more stable job than cleaning tables at The Hideout a couple times a week. But this wasn’t about a job or money. This was about a girl. 

“Yeah, yeah I know but I need advice about a girl.” He said quietly, almost embarrassed. But he had Wayne’s full attention now. Eddie had never got to him about girls. He’d never cared enough about one to ask for advice. Not that he’d never been with a girl before but this was different. 

He could tell that Wayne was stunned. “Uh, yeah.. okay. Tell me all about her, son.” 

“She’s a girl from school,” he starts, shifting on his feet, counting down the seconds on the microwave. “She’s a senior and she’s into art and theatre and she has a very unique taste in music… and she’s… ugh, she’s just so beautiful man, it makes me feel like my guts are melting.” He feels like he could go on and on forever, but he doesn’t. “She doesn’t treat me like a freak either. She walks next to me at school and she doesn’t seem like she cares what other people say about me. She’s-she’s one in a million, Wayne.”

Wayne looked more happy than Eddie had seen in a while. “Well, does she like you?” He asked.

The microwave went off and Eddie used it as an excuse to break eye contact, used it to give himself a moment to breathe, to try to quell the anxiety trying to make itself at home in his stomach. 

He settled himself at the table, feeling his uncle's eyes on him still as he placed a fork into the mildly nuked Mac and cheese. “Uhm, I think so? She painted me a sign for Hellfire so I want to say she might but I dunno if she’d go for it.” He takes a bite of his food, his mind simmering on the thoughts he’d been too scared to acknowledge.

“Well why not?” The question seemed so simple. But it felt like it came with the weight of the world.

Eddie hesitated. “Well the problem is her brother is a friend of mine, he’s a freshman in Hellfire. I don’t know if he’d be cool with it or if she’d want to give it a shot since ya know, that’s kind of crossing a line.” There. He’d said it. He looked to his uncle for the answer, hoping it would relieve the feeling in his chest. 

Wayne looked thoughtful, as if he was taking in everything his nephew had said. “Have you talked to the kid? Maybe if you tell him how you feel about his sister he might give you the okay. You’re a real good guy, if he’s your friend he should know that.” 

Eddie mulls over the words as he continues to eat. He hadn’t thought to talk to Dustin, in fact he’d been trying to keep it from him. He didn’t want him mad at either him or his sister. But maybe Wayne was right. The worst he could say was no… and that would indeed be the worst thing.

“And what if he says no?” There was hesitancy when he asked.

“That is up to you. But you won’t know if you don’t ask.” 

And he knew Wayne was right. He’d have to talk to Henderson and he’d have to do it soon.

Eddie walked into Family Video where he’d found Dustin hanging out with Steve Harrington, because of course he was. If things couldn’t get any more embarrassing. 

“Eddie!” Dustin had called out to him, excitement clear on his face. “What are you doing?”

Eddie was nervous. He’d never been more nervous in his life, well… watching you when he’d given you the tape was a real close runner up. 

“Uh, I called your house lookin’ for you and your mom said you might be here so I thought I might stop by.” He said, nervously running his fingers through his air. 

He knew he was acting weird. And Dustin was looking at him funny because it was obvious. “Well, you found me. What’s up?”

“I bet it’s about your sister.” Steve smiled, looking straight at Eddie. He knew something. How did he know something?

“Uhhhh…”

Dustin’s eyes went wide, looking back and forth between Eddie and Steve. “What do you mean it’s about my sister? Eddie, why is your face so red? What happened to my sister?” 

Steve laughed, not in a mean way but he had clearly been amused. “Nothin, man. Nothin’ is wrong with her.” He was starting to feel nauseous. He wished he wasn’t having this conversation, especially not in front of Steve Harrington. “I just.. I-uh..”

He could see Steve in his peripherals, covering his face with his hand almost as if he was embarrassed for Eddie. “Spit it out man.”

“Spit what out? Eddie, what is going on?”

He couldn’t find the words. He wouldn’t know how to say them even if he could find them and now he wasn’t so sure anymore that he was even doing the right thing. Not at the risk of losing his friendship with Dustin or ruining Dustin’s relationship with you. 

“He likes her man. And she likes him too by the way.” Eddie looked at Steve so fast he couldn’t tell if he’d given himself whiplash.

“You like my sister?” Dustin sputter. “That is… that’s unbelievable. You hardly know her, you don’t have anything in common!” His heart dropped into his stomach.

He should have known that this was going to happen. He should have just stayed at home, but he really liked you and he wanted to give it a chance. Especially now that he knew you liked him too. He never thought you were close enough with Steve that you would tell him, but he was kind of glad that you did. Taking a deep breath, Eddie gathered all of the strength he could and looked straight into Dustin’s eyes. “Yeah, man. I do, I really like her and I wanted to talk to you about it before I made a move because your friendship is important to me and I don’t want to fuck that up.”

Dustin looked like he was seething. “Absolutely not! Are you insane? That’s my sister, man!” 

Eddie wanted to hide. Hide and never show his face ever again. But at least he had tried. “Yeah, yeah… you’re right. I shouldn’t have…”

“Wait, wait. Hold on. Dustin, come on, man.” Steve called. Eddie was stunned. He’d never gotten along with Steve before, but he was trying to stick up for him. “Look, you told me to keep my hands off and that’s fair. I know she’s your sister and everything, but Eddie isn’t like me. He actually likes her, ya know and she does like him too. There’s no harm in letting him ask her out.”

The younger boy turned to look at Steve, almost seething. “How do you know she likes him? And why didn’t you tell me?”

Steve shrugged. “He’s all she’s been talking about for a couple weeks, she didn’t want you to find out because she knew you were gonna act like this and it wasn’t in my place to say anything. But as her friend, I just want her to be happy, and as her brother, you should too.” 

Dustin gathered up his things, shook his head, and left without saying a word to either one of his friends. Eddie couldn’t believe any of it. Dustin was mad at him and now he was probably going to lose you too. 

“Well, I think you were going about it the right way.” He looked over at Steve. “And I think you should still go for it. He might be mad now but Henderson will come around eventually. He always does.”

“Why are you giving me advice?” Eddie asked. He was sure Steve never liked him.

Steve rolled his eyes, placing a hand on his hip. “The girl likes you and she’s my friend too. If you like her as much as I think you do, as much as I know she likes you, you shouldn’t let some kid get in the way of that. Even if it is her brother. Everyone deserves a shot at happiness. You’ve got to take it when it’s available.” Maybe he was onto something.

You were completely thrown off when your brother stormed into your room without so much as knocking. He was very clearly pissed off. “Hey, what's wrong?” You asked, putting away the comic you’d been working on.

“You like Eddie? You like one of my friends and you didn’t even tell me?! You said it just this morning that you weren’t gonna… but here you are! He’s my friend!”

As the words were coming at you like knives, you could feel the heat in your face, the sinking feeling in your stomach setting you into a panic. It had been Steve. Steve had probably said something to him. 

“Well?” He demanded, staring daggers at you. “Are you going to say something?”

You had always hated when your brother was angry at you. You’d spent his whole life being inseparable and his feeling of deception or anger or whatever this was cut at the bond you shared with him. “Yes.” You let out a long sigh. You might as well take responsibility. “I do like him. I didn’t expect it, you know! It just happened. I didn’t want to hurt you, I never want to hurt you.”

Dustin made a show of rolling his eyes as he folded his arms over his chest while he paced your bedroom floor. “You could tell Steve but not me? I’m your brother!”

“I know, I know.” You could feel the tears as they started to prick your eyes. “I just didn’t want to ruin any friendships or… make you hate me! I wasn’t even going to do anything about it, I swear I wasn’t.”

Dustin plopped down on your bed, keeping his eyes on the floor. “Well Eddie obviously didn’t feel that way.” You could almost hear the sound of your heart shatter in your chest at the words. Of course he didn’t. How could he? Why would he ever want you? He was friends with your brother and it was too weird. “He came into Family Video to ask if he could go out with you.” At that your ears perked up.

“What do you mean?”

This time, he did look up at you before he started to speak. “I was hanging out with Steve earlier and he came into the store. He couldn’t even say anything, I guess he was nervous. But Steve called him out and he admitted it.” He seemed like he’d started to calm down.

The heart in your chest that had begun to shatter started beating harder. “He.. Steve did what?” You couldn’t believe him. Steve was jealous of Eddie. Had been ever since Dustin had started hanging out with him. 

“He told me that I should let you be with him, if that’s what you want.” There were so many feelings swirling around inside of you now that you didn’t know exactly what you were feeling, or what was even happening. “Do you want to go out with him?”

You really didn’t want to set him off again. “I mean, yeah… I’d like to. He’s really sweet and he’s funny and he’s so nice.” You smiled. Thinking about him always made you smile.

“I should have known something was up. He’s been acting differently since you started talking to him, in a good way. I can’t believe Steve knew before I did. I can’t believe he told me to let it happen.”

“I can’t either.” You admitted. “I could kiss him.”

Dustin’s head shot up, mouth gaping wide open. “Hey! You can have one, but not both. You keep your lips far away from Steve.” You started to laugh, but were cut short by the sound of someone pounding on the door. 

Moving to get up, you stopped when Dustin’s hand clamped around your wrist. “I think I know who it is, I’ll get it.” He said, standing. As he went to leave your room, he stopped at the door, turning to face you. “It’s nice to see you happy, by the way.”

You smiled at him as he left, and unable to help yourself you followed after him, keeping your distance. You listened carefully as the door was pulled open.

“Hey, Eddie.” Dustin’s voice barely reached your ears so you stepped closer. 

“Listen man.” Eddie had never showed up at school, and even though you had just seen him the day before, his voice sent your heart fluttering. “I need to talk to her. I know you said no but I’m gonna ask her out anyway.” Again your heart beats faster inside of you. You had suspected, Dustin had even said it but hearing the words coming from Eddie’s mouth was different. 

Dustin tried to speak, but Eddie kept talking. “Like I said, I wanted to do the right thing by you because I don’t want to lose a friend, but I also want to do the right thing for myself. I don’t ask anyone for anything, I don’t usually want things like this for myself. But I am so into her, man. I want to give it a chance. If she isn’t into it, then fine. But there is nothing wrong with giving it a try.” 

Your smile was so big you were sure your face might start cracking. “I’m sorry, Eddie. I shouldn’t have acted like that. If you want to ask her out, do it. But if you break her heart we won’t be friends anymore and I’m gonna have to kick your ass.” 

Deciding that it was time to stop hiding, you continued towards the front door, to find that Dustin had been holding it all the way open and Eddie had still been standing outside. “Hey, Eddie.” When his eyes found you, they lit up.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled.

Dusting gagged and rolled his eyes. “Okay, there’s got to be some kind of boundaries here. We’ve got to have rules. First one being, don’t make me puke. I don’t want to hear you flirting all the time, no making out in public places, no pet names.”

“Whatever you say, Henderson.” Eddie grinned, bright eyes never leaving your face.

“Ugh.” He started. “You guys are already making me sick.” Dustin pulled away from the door, turning to walk father into the house.

You couldn’t do anything but stand there, with the door wide open, looking at Eddie. “Did you wanna come in?”

“Actually, I don’t have a lot of time. I just wanted to ask you something.” He was beautiful. So beautiful standing there, staring at you, smiling bigger than you’d ever seen. “Uh, how’d you like the tape?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “I loved it.” Taking a chance, you moved in closer, removing most of the distance between the two of you. “I actually wanted to talk to you about that at school today but I didn’t see you.”

He brought his arm up to rub the back of his neck. “Yeah, I uh, overslept. I’m sorry.”

“No it’s okay. I just… I really liked it and I was sad I couldn’t tell you about it.” You admitted, leaning in just a bit closer. “I missed you today.” 

You watched as his eyes grew wider. “I… I won’t let it happen again.” He was breathless and you’d gotten close enough to feel the words on your lips as he whispered them. 

Leaning up ever closer you pressed a hand to his cheek, pulling his mouth onto yours. The feeling of his lips on yours spread like electricity over your skin. Every piece of you snapped into place, like you were a question and he was the only answer. Deep inside of you, you knew that this was the single moment you’d been waiting for your entire life and when you pulled back to look him in the eyes, you knew that he had felt the exact same way.

[lena-ashmoor]

I’m glad y’all have been enjoying reading this fic!! Have another coming out tomorroooowwww!! 🖤🖤

[lena-ashmoor]

Statistically Unlikely, Emotionally Inevitable :Part Three:

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of smoking (cigarettes and weed), drinking, SMUT - P in V, oral (female), (wrap it folks, cos these dummies never do), the use of the word Fuck... MDNI, 18+ oh and one usage of Y/N at the end but I had to for the phrase.

Tropes: Idiots-to-lovers/friends-to-lovers

Word Count: 4,459 (my shortest chapter yet...)

Notes: I am not one to describe what the reader wears, but for the first scene I felt it necessary for the plot. It will likely not happen again. Also. Eddie is nervous about having feelings for his best friend and being terrified of her realizing that she doesn't want him in her life but somehow manages to be totally chill about it (she does not suspect that he feels the same way AT ALL) but put him in a room with her while she's naked and he is suddenly a fucking DADDY. I don't know why it happened that way, but it did.

:Previous Part:

It had taken far too long to decide what you were going to wear to The Hideout. You were almost 100% certain it had never ever taken you this long to pick out clothes. It’s not like you had to impress anyone. But still you take your time going between outfits before deciding on your favorite skirt over an old pair of fishnet tights and one of Eddie’s Corroded Coffin t-shirts that he’d cut the sleeves off of that you had stolen over a year ago. Despite the fact that it is early November in Hawkins, you know that with all of the bar patrons, The Hideout will be plenty warm during the show. 

There’s a knock at the door as you finish tying your boots and you look up to find that Eddie is staring at you. “Hey!” You smile at him, grabbing for your leather jacket. “Mom let you in?”

“Uh…” You swear for just a moment his honey golden eyes darken as he looks you over, sending butterflies straight between your thighs. “No, your dad did.” He clears his throat, finally looking away. 

You can’t help but to smirk and are suddenly all too happy with your outfit. “You ready?” You ask, looking him over. He looks gorgeous. It’s the same type of outfit he usually wears for every show; jeans, another Corroded Coffin shirt, this one missing the sleeves as well and also slightly cropped (his tattoos and a small sliver of his lower stomach on FULL display), chains, and boots. Absolutely drool-worthy. 

He nods, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Yep, left the van running.” He waits for you to walk out first and follows you down the stairs. 

Your parents are nestled together on the couch watching a movie when you get to the livingroom. “No drinking and driving.” Your dad locks eyes with Eddie who salutes him. 

“You’ve got it sir.”

“I mean it.” Turning to you he says, “Don’t go home with any strangers. Don’t take drinks from any strangers. Don’t take drugs from any stranger.” It’s the very same speech he gives you every single time you leave the house. 

“I know, dad. I will be as safe as possible. I’m just going to watch the show.” You smile at him. It’s endearing that he cares so much, but also doesn’t keep too tight of a leash on you. For the most part your parents give you complete freedom and have since you turned 18 a few months ago. As long as you keep your grades up. You might be 18 but you still live under their roof. Easy enough. “I’m off tomorrow so no need to make sure I’m up before you go to work.” You add.

“You kids have fun!” Your mom calls, pinching your dads arm. She was a lot more free spirited and relaxed than he was and was just happy if you were happy. She also loved Eddie from the moment she met him, despite your fathers first impression of the boy with the buzzed head that you brought home alongside Gareth for dinner one night. 

“Bye mom! Bye dad! I love you! I’ll have Waye call in the morning if I don’t make it back home tonight!” Because your mom trusted Wayne. Your dad had become sort-of-almost friends with him over the last few years and had learned that Wayne treated you like you were his own kid when you were around. That was the only reason you’d ever been allowed to stay over all these years. 

Closing the front door to your house, you walk down the cement path towards the driveway, Eddie walking next to you. “You’re mom is such a nice lady.” He smiles. And you’re happy that he feels that way since he had lost his own mother so long ago. 

“You’re really lucky she likes you, she’s the one that wears the pants in our house, ya know?” You laugh, climbing into the passenger seat of the van. 

The small stage was set up with all the boys' equipment. You always get a little bit nervous before a show, but their energy is at an all time high.

“You good?” You point over to Jeff who gives you a thumbs up as you make your way around the drum set to where Gareth is sitting. “How ya feelin?” You’ve been friends with him for 7 years now, and loved that he was living out one of his dreams. 

“Good. Eddie is bouncing all over so that’s a good sign. He feels the crowd, helps with my nerves.” His smile is bright. “How are you holding up?” He’s talking about your mood from earlier in the day. He knows you well and sensed the bad day brewing when he met you at your locker when you rolled into school almost late for first period. 

You shrug. Admittedly, you are feeling better. You’d come to terms with what Steve had said back at Family Video and that was the end of it. You wish you could talk to Gareth about it because he knows Eddie almost as well as you do but that is exactly why you can’t. “I’m over it. It’s not like I don’t have A’s in all of my classes, I just spent so long on that damn English paper and I hate that I’m getting points docked off of it.”

“Well mine’s due next week if you want to write another one that won’t get points docked.” He laughs, flipping a drumstick in his hand. 

You roll your eyes and move to flick him in between his brows. “You know my going rate.” Grinning, you leave him to make your way over to Eddie. 

And he is bouncing around all over the place. He’s got his beautiful red and black electric guitar already in place over his shoulder. “You want a beer?” 

The energy thrumming through him is rubbing off on you, the nerves you had turning into excitement. “Nah, I’m good. You should drink one for me though and go find yourself a good seat.” His smile is brilliant, your own personal sun, as he bounces on the balls of his feet. 

“Alright. Have fun, I’ll be watching.” You would be lying if you said you didn’t sway your hips a little bit as you walked off of the little stage and up to the bar to order a drink before finding a seat at a table closest to the stage. 

The Hideout wasn’t very big but for a dive bar in Hawkins the turn out hadn’t been too bad. Sure, most of the patrons had just shown up to drink, the same ones that were here every single night of the week but there were a few younger people that actually came to watch the show. And once the boys got started everyone was responsive, whooping and clapping and genuinely enjoying themselves. 

Eddie was alive up there and you could spend forever watching him sing and shred on his guitar. The passion oozed from him with every bit he played, it was brilliant. Some of the songs they played were ones they wrote, and a few were covers. When they got to your favorite song they played, Eddie had given you a little shout out and a wink. 

“This one is for our biggest fan, that cutie right up front.” It was the same thing he said every single time they played Holy Diver for you and you couldn’t help but grin and sing along. The couple of hours they played was pure bliss, and getting to watch Eddie, getting to just stare at him while his fingers worked the guitar strings relit the fire under your skin from earlier at the library. 

When the show is over and the bar is closed he’s still just as pumped and you are somehow even more turned on. You aren’t sure how he hadn’t noticed the way you’d been looking at him as he went on and on. “Oh MAN!” He says, hitting his palm against the steering wheel as he drives back towards his trailer. He hadn’t even asked if you were staying the night or not, it was just a habit. And even if he had asked, you weren’t sure you’d say no. “I swear that was probably our best show ever! Don’t get me wrong, we’ve played some good shows but tonight was great! I don’t think we’ve ever played that good!” 

His passion is sexy. You never saw guys passionate about anything. And it looked so fucking good on him. It was going to be hard to sleep next to him tonight, but you didn’t want to go home. Your horniness was clouding your judgement. 

He’d still been talking about it when you got back to his place, and you’d still been staring. Once you were back in the trailer and the door shut behind you, Eddie had seemed to notice how quiet you had been. 

It wasn’t weird for you to just listen enthusiastically when he talked a mile a minute after a show, especially when he was as excited as he was now, but he gulps down whatever it was he was about to say when he sees the hungry in your eyes. 

Eddie is suddenly nervous, to say the very least. He clenches and unclenches his fists as his palms start to sweat. After all, he still couldn’t believe you’d let him sleep with you the first time it happened and wasn’t sure it would ever happen again. And then the kiss in the library was… well he didn’t think you’d go for it, he had really only been joking when he said it but then somehow your lips were oh his and he hasn’t been able to get the taste of you out of his mouth. He doesn’t want to, he likes the way you linger on his tongue. 

He had dreamed of kissing you for years. Ever since that first day, really, outside of Gareth’s house back when his head was shaved and he could tell from the first time he laid eyes on you that you were the coolest person alive. But the first time he actually got to do it, outside at Rick’s he was drunk and high and you were sitting on his lap and he just couldn’t help himself. But now you’re giving him that look and he knows he’s a goner. 

Eddie doesn’t want you to know that you make him nervous like this, all butterflies and tingling skin and a racing heart. He wants you to think he’s cool enough to deserve you. He wants you to think he’s charming and sexy. So he does the only thing he can think of. 

And just when you get over your nerves and decide to just fucking kiss him, he pressed you against the living room door, his mouth hot on yours. His whole body presses hard into you, hands gripping roughly at your waist, yours moving up into his hair, both desperate and needy. 

A gasp escapes your lips and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, swallowing down your moan as he grinds his hips into yours. Stars explode behind your eyelids at the feeling of him hard against you, his mouth moves from your mouth down your neck, sucking and nibbling at your skin. 

“Bedroom.” You manage to gasp out as his hands start to wander down your body, leaving trails of burning skin in their wake. 

Firm hands grab your thighs as he picks you up, your ankles lock around his waist, his lips back on yours as he carries you down the hall into his bedroom. 

Kicking the door shut, he turns and sets you down, pressing you back against the door hard. Eddie’s kisses are frenzied, as if the only place he can find the oxygen to breathe is down your throat. 

He groans at the sounds he’s pulling from your throat as his hands move down to slip under your skirt, fingers running over the wet spot that has formed in your panties. Pulling his mouth back to yours, you kiss him hard, trying to grind down onto his hand. 

His hand stops and he pulls away to look at you, eyes blown wide, hair more wild than you’d seen it, from where you had been running your hands through it. Without a word you reach down to the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, encouraging him to reach out and touch you again. 

And he does. He grabs onto you, pulling you into him, one hand gripping roughly at your hip as the other pulls the skirt from your body, his lips sealing against yours. Your skin burns where he touches you and you crave it. Crave him like this, a starving man whose hunger can only be satiated by you. 

His hand, now free of your skirt, slides up your skin, around your back and you feel your bra fall down your shoulders, exposing your chest to him. He wastes no time moving to suck a hard nipple into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue. Your breath hitches as his teeth clap down gently before he releases you only to do the same thing to the other side. Fingers tangled into his curls, you pull him closer. 

When he pulls you towards his bed, you let him. His lips leave feather light kisses down your stomach as he sits at the edge of the bed, hands going down to remove your boots. You watch him in awe, clenching your thighs. How was he so fucking sexy? He’d taken off your shoes anytime and it had never had you reacting like this. 

When he’s got your shoes off he pulls you right down onto the bed, rolling on top of you. “You are so fucking beautiful.” And then his mouth is on your skin, trailing from your neck down, taking his time to leave claiming purple bruises as he goes. 

With his head positioned above where your thighs meet, he swipes his tongue over your tights and panties and you jolt under him. He rips through your fishnets and you gasp. “Eddie! Those are my favorite pair!”

He looks up at you from between your thighs, the look on his face absolutely devilish, he licks his lips and smiles. “I’ll get you another pair.” And then your panties are yanked to the side and his warm mouth is on you. 

Holy fuck does it feel amazing. Your fingers tangle into the bed sheets as he licks up your center, tongue swirling at the bundle of nerves before he sucks it into his mouth. You scream out his name and it only encourages him. He feasts on you, forcing more of his favorite sounds out of you, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore he slides two fingers into your slickness, pumping hard into you. The coil in your core tightens, threatening to snap as his fingers brush against that spot deep inside that you can never seem to reach with your own fingers. 

And just as the rubber band is about to break, he stops. You let out a whine and he laughs, crawling up onto the bed over you, still fully dressed. You can taste yourself on his tongue when he kisses you, it’s a small glimpse of heaven. 

Eddie rolls over onto his back next to you and you look at him confused. He didn’t finish you off and you are far from done with him. 

“Sit.” He catches the look on your face points at his own. Whatever nerves that had seemed to dissipate, returned full force. Eddie Munson wanted you to sit on his face. You’d never done that before. And the hunger in his eyes had your stomach churning. “Come on, sweetheart.” He pulls you into a better position so that you can move on top of him. 

“But-“ you start. Your face feels hot and your hands start to shake. “What if I suffocate you?”

He just smiles, running a hand gently over your bare leg. “Then I’ll die a happy man. Trust me, your not gonna hurt me, just take your panties of, crawl over here, and sit on my fucking face.” 

Your thighs are clenching again, he isn’t even touching you anymore but you swear you could cum from his words alone. 

You do as he says, slowly pulling your wet panties down your thighs, tossing them to the side somewhere. He takes your hand in his big callused one, pulling it to his mouth to press gentle kisses to your finger before carefully guiding you into the position he wants you, hovering over her face. 

Eddie’s mouth is salivating, the taste of you is still on his lips but he needs more. You're hesitant to sit, hovering carefully over him but he can see in your eyes that you want it. He needs it, needs you. His rock hard erection is pressing painfully into his jeans and the only thing he can think about is the sounds you’ll make when you cum all over his face. It’s cute that you’re worried about suffocating him, the only bad thing about that would be the trauma it’d leave you with. He’d die perfectly happy buried face deep in your folds. 

“There’s no rush, baby.” He coos. “If you don’t want to, I can just bend you over.” He feels cocky and winks. He finds it absolutely hilarious that he had been nervous, because now that you’re naked and he’s been touching and tasting you, he’s more confident and self assured than he ever has before. 

As you lower yourself into him, Eddie wraps his arms up around your thighs, holding you down onto him as his tongue works you over. He’s exploding with bliss, your juices running down the side of his mouth as he licks and laps at you. His cock is aching, throbbing for you as you start to grind down over his tongue, surrendering to the pleasure. He doesn’t think he’s ever been as happy as he is in this very moment. 

Your hips start to jerk erratically as that band starts to pull taut again. But this time he doesn’t stop. He continues fucking you with his tongue as it snaps, stars shooting behind your eyelids as you relish is the feeling. 

You stop moving your hips, ready to slump over when you move off of him. He licks you off of his mouth, looking absolutely feral as he gets to his feet to kick off his shoes, pulls his shirt over his head and shoves his pants down along with his boxers. His thick cock springs free, pre um beading at his tip. You’ve never wanted to taste anything more in your life, but he has a promise to keep. 

“On all fours, baby. Ass in the air.” The sweet Eddie you know in love is not the man standing before. This Eddie has a hunger in his eyes, this is a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to say it. This Eddie is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. You’d crawl on your hands and knees over broken glass and legos to please him. Without hesitation, you do exactly what you're told. 

He stands behind you, hands on your hips to adjust you to where he wants you before he grabs himself to line up to your center. He thrusts forward into you and you cry out at how good it feels, how full you feel. He goes to work slamming into you and Gods you’re so thankful to be you right now. The sound of bodies slapping together fills the room, a string of curses spill from his lips as he works, his name is being screamed from yours. 

You never knew sex could be this good. “I could do this forever.” You moan out, in pure bliss. 

“Ah, fuck. You feel so good.” He moans out. Pulling you up onto your knees, he reaches around you to grab at your chest. The sensation of him playing with your nipples shoot straight to your clit, pushing you right back to the edge. As you fall over it his thrusting becomes erratic until you can feel that twitch deep inside of you. 

You’re both breathing heavily when it’s over, Eddie’s arms come to wrap around your bare middle and he rests his sweaty forehead on your shoulder. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He says, placing a kiss on your shoulder. He pulls out, leaving you feeling empty now. “Come on.” 

He laces your fingers with his and pulls you behind him into the bathroom. Wayne is working a night shift at the quarry so neither of you is worried about being caught. 

You watch quietly as Eddie turns the water on in the shower. As he waits for the water to heat, he takes you face between his hands and places the softest kiss to your forehead. 

Steam starts to fill the small bathroom, Eddie motions for you to get in and you do, with him following in behind you before closing the curtain. The silence between you is comfortable as he runs his fingers through your hair to give the water a chance to wet every strand. Picking up his shampoo bottle, he squeezes some into the palm of his hand before rubbing them together to lather up the soap. You close your eyes as he washes your hair, careful not to pull it as he works the soap in. The smell of him incases you, you breath it in and settle into it. He carefully rinses the shampoo out, making sure not to get any in your eyes as he does, before replacing it with conditioner. 

He takes care as he washes your body while the conditioner sets, soaking into your strands. He lets you rinse off and hurries through cleaning himself, you had offered to do it for him but this shower was about you. He wanted to take care of you. 

“Here.” He said, wrapping a towel around your body. He slings his own towel around his hips and takes your hand to pull you back down the hall to his bedroom. 

You stand by the closed door watching as Eddie digs through his drawers. You can’t help but take in the room, his always unmade bed, the clothes littered across the floor, the ashtray on his nightstand with stubbed out cigarette butts, his caustic guitar on the wall and all of the banners and posters that hung around it. It’s the same room you’d spent countless afternoons and nights in, but from now on it would be different. You’d never be able to walk in here again, sleep on that bed again without thinking about the mind blowing sex you’d just had. This night would be forever burned into your memories. 

“I’ll put your clothes in the washer, but you can wear this for now.” His voice is soft as he hands you the clothes. Another old t-shirt and a clean pair of his boxers. The fabric is soft against your skin and smells like his laundry soap. 

“Thank you.” You hum, pulling the clothes on before crawling onto his bed. “For everything.” 

The blush creeps up his neck, coloring his face pink. It’s adorable, a far cry from the man that was ravaging you less than an hour ago. 

“Yup, anytime, of course.” Eddie decides that he’s an idiot. He was just fine earlier, but you in his bed, in his clothes, after he licked your cum off of his lips has a hold on his heart. He needs to calm down, relax, be cool. He sits down on his side of the bed, opening the drawer to his night stand before pulling a joint out. He puts it between his lips and lights the end, breathing in the strong sweet smoke. He feels himself start to relax as the smoke settles into his lungs. He takes another hit before offering it to you and smiles when you take it. 

You each take a few more hits before he stubs it into the ashtray, and you both settle into the sheets and blankets. You feel more relaxed as the smell of the weed mixes into the smell of him that’s surrounding you. Without thinking much about it or letting the nerves settle in, you curl up into him. Eddie wraps himself around you and you drift off, hoping that this isn’t just a dream that you’ll wake from in the morning. 

A couple days later you’re walking down the hallway at school when Gareth walks up from behind you and slings an arm over your shoulders. “Stay at Eddie’s this weekend?” He asks, eyebrows lifting suggestively. He’d been making jokes about you and Eddie getting together for as long as you’d been staying at his trailer. 

If only he knew. 

“I usually do since none of you assholes come to help unload the van.” You roll your eyes, tugging up the collar of your jacket to hide the purple bruise on the side of your neck. 

“Hiding from your parents? I saw you sneak into your window yesterday morning.” He laughs. 

Embarrassment fills your chest. “I forgot my keys, for your information. Not that it’s any of your business. And you know my parents let me come and go as I please, as long as I’m passing all of my classes, which I am.”

Moving his arm from around you, Gareth musses your hair. “Chill out, you know I’m only messing with you. No need to get your panties in a twist.”

“Her panties are no concern of yours.” A familiar voice creeps up from behind you, sending a hot flush up your neck to settle onto your cheeks. 

Eddie pushes in between you, dropping an arm each on both yours and Gareth's shoulders, a wide shit eating grin on his face. 

Clearing your throat, you move out of his hold. “Boys are so stupid.” You mumble and stalk off towards your next class, not looking back to see the way that Eddie is watching you. 

“What was that about?” Gareth asks, looking from your retreating back up to the curly haired boy standing next to him. 

Responding with a shrug, Eddie watches after you until you disappear into the crowd. “Y/N is Y/N.” He says, patting his friend on the shoulder before making his way to his own class.

[lena-ashmoor]

Heyoooo.

Master lists and part three of Statistically Unlikely, Emotionally Inevitable will be out tonight!! I think this is probably my favorite chapter so far 👀. There is smut. And also soft boy Eddie. 😭😭 Thinking about starting a taglist. Lemme know what yall think!!

[lena-ashmoor]

The Cassette Tape

Eddie Munson x Henderson Sister!Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Tropes: Brothers-Best-Friend

Word Count: 9,597

Notes: I'm not great at writing short things so this one shot is looong. It was 21 pages in the doc.. hahaha

Eddie hadn’t expected the lights to be on when he opened the door to the theatre room. Usually when he came in to set up for Hellfire, his Dungeons and Dragons club, all of the theatre kids had already cleared out. He most certainly didn’t expect to find you sitting on the floor singing a song he knew all too well with a paint brush in your hand. He couldn’t help but take in the view, absolutely fascinated and unable to move his eyes from you. 

Sitting on the floor in the theatre room, you sang along to the song coming out of the headphones connected to your Walkman as you continued to work on the set piece you’d spent the last hour painting. You had somehow managed to get so caught up in what you were doing that you’d completely lost track of time and hadn’t heard the door open somewhere behind you. 

The small hairs on your neck started to prickle, the feeling that you were being watched creeping across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Turning your head very slowly, your eyes caught a person watching you, a scream of pure terror ripped through your chest and out of your mouth.

Eddie jumped, caught off guard before slowing making his way towards you, motioning for you to remove your headphones as the scream faded. 

Breathing far too heavily, you ripped the headphones off of your ears. “You scared the shit out of me!” Panting, you clutched your chest, trying to slow your breathing enough to take a few deep breaths. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t think anyone was in here.” The long haired boy in front of you had a large smile set in between dimpled cheeks. 

Looking closer at him you noticed the books he clutched in his arm. You knew that the Hellfire Club used the theatre room after hours but didn’t think it had really been THAT late already. 

“What time is it?” You asked, looking down at the watch on your wrist. “Shit! I’m so sorry. I wasn’t keeping track of the time.” 

Standing, you started to gather your things hurriedly, clearing the space so you could leave Eddie in peace to do whatever it was he was doing. 

“You’re cool, the guys won’t be here for like 20 minutes, I come in earlier than everyone else.” He set down his books and the rest of his things on the table, still watching you put away the paint and brushes in the silence between you. 

“So… Ozzy, huh?” 

“Hmm?” You asked, turning to look at him. 

You’d seen Eddie before, plenty of times. After all this was his third senior year, he’d been walking the halls of Hawkins high a few years before you had ever stepped inside. But he was also a very dramatic guy, more dramatic than anyone even belonging to the drama club. Everyone knew who Eddie Munson was. The Freak, most had called him. All because he played a fantasy game, listened to loud music, and dressed in all black with grown out hair. And he reviled in it. Giving them what they wanted, putting on a show for them. You didn’t believe any of it was real, not for a second. You sat next to him in a few classes, just by luck, but you paid attention to him, not in the same way everyone else did. 

He was staring at you, brown eyes large and expressive, licking his lips as he smiled over at you. “The song,” he pointed at your Walkman. “Ozzy Osborne. Now You See It, to be more specific.”

Your cheeks heated as you looked away from him. “Oh.” You knew there was no reason to be embarrassed, exactly. Music was personal to you, something just for you that you kept all to yourself. 

“It’s a good one, I didn’t really peg you for Ozzy though. Wham! maybe, or The Clash I guess, you used to hang out with Byers right? But not metal, not you.” Eddie couldn’t control the smile that ripped his face apart at the seams. He felt like he was in on some big secret and it prickled at his skin. 

“I do like The Clash…” the corners of your mouth lifted in a small smile. “And yes, I do also like Ozzy. And Wham! for that matter.”

Picking up your back pack and slinging it over your shoulder, you noticed he was still smiling widely at you. 

“That is very unexpected.” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back to sit at the edge of the table. “Quite a variety.”

You didn’t know what it was about his wide toothy smile, or the way his eyes moved across your face, looking amused, but you couldn’t help but give him a piece of you that you’d never really shared with anyone else. “I don’t really care about genre or what everyone else likes, if it’s a good song, if it can make me feel something when I’m listening to it, then I like it and I’m gonna listen to it.”

Eddie nodded, running his fingers through his mess of dark curls. Before he could speak again, the squeaking sound of the door being open caught your attention. Whipping your head in its direction you watched as a very familiar boy walked into the room. 

Dustin’s voice rang out, calling your name as he looked around the room, spotting you standing across from Eddie. “I saw your car outside, I came to see if you lost track of time again.”

Lifting your paint covered hands to show him, you smiled, making your way towards Dustin. “You know me too well, but fortunately I was… brought back to reality before accidentally crashing your game.” You didn’t risk looking back at Eddie, though you could very much feel his eyes burning a hole into you. “Well I better get going before your other friends start to show up.”

“Drive safe, I don’t need a ride, I can get one with Mike or Lucas.” He said, stepping out of the doorway so that you could pass. 

“Always,” you smiled down at him before finally turning back to look at the boy behind you. “See you around, Eddie.” You waved, before walking out of the room and towards the exit out to the parking lot. 

“Sister or cousin?” Eddie’s voice pulled at Dustin’s attention. 

Looking towards the table, Dustin saw Eddie now setting up the table for what was sure to be an epic campaign. “What?”

He pointed towards the door. “You have the same last name, right? Is she your sister or cousin?” He was looking very intently at how he was setting things up, avoiding eye contact with the younger boy. He didn’t know why he hadn’t asked before, he knew that you and Dustin had the same name, and he’d seen you talk a few times over the last couple of months. 

“Oh, she’s my sister.” Dustin dropped his bag off of his shoulder by the door and walked deeper into the room. “You didn’t know that? Jeez, man you’re behind.”

“Shut it, Henderson.” Eddie smiled to himself. “I can give you a ride home, if you need one.”

The loud screeching of breaks pulled you from the drawing you’d been focusing on. Looking at the watch on your wrist, you noticed the time. Dustin was probably home. Getting up from your desk, you make your way out of your room and towards the front door, lecture ready for Steve and his insane driving, as you were sure that even if he said Mike could bring him home neither Nancy or Karen Wheeler drove that obnoxiously. 

Yanking the door open you first notice that it is, in fact, not Steve’s BMW idling in front of your house, but a van. You watched as Dustin made his way up the path towards the house, backpack hitched up on his shoulder. Looking around him, you saw that it had been Eddie behind the wheel, who upon noticing you standing in the open door, smiled wildly and waved. 

“Hey, Dusty?” You asked, waving back towards the van in the street. “Does Eddie bring you home often?”

Dustin looked back towards the van before walking into the house, with you following him into the kitchen. “Uhm, not really. A couple times but not like a lot. Why?” He looked back at you before pulling open the door to the fridge to fish out his plate that your mom had saved him from dinner as you leaned back into the counter.  

“Does he always drive like that?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess he does.” Your brother shrugged, picking at the cold lasagna on his plate. 

Pushing yourself off the counter, you pat his head before messing up his hair. “I’ll pick you up next Friday.”

On Monday morning you find yourself walking the halls next to Robin. “I worked on it for about an hour after school on Friday but …” you hesitated, not sure if it would be the BEST idea to mention your interaction with Eddie to your best friend. Robin had a knack for blowing things like this out of proportion sometimes and Eddie had a bit of a reputation. You’d never talked about him, not with each other, but it wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have so early in the morning. “I’ll work on it some more during lunch today. It’s almost done.” 

“Do you think you’ll get it done before rehearsal on Thursday?” Glancing over at her, you notice her eyes glued to the red haired girl she gushed about from band, her face had turned an almost fluorescent shade of pink when her stare was met. 

“Do you think you’ll ever get the lady balls to ask Vickie out?” You laughed, elbowing her. 

Her head snapped in your direction, short brown hair flying around her face. “Will you shut up! Someone might hear you.”

Wrapping your arm around her shoulder you pulled her close, “I’m sorry, you’re just so cute I can’t help myself. I just want you to be happy.”

“Well, being the town pariah would most definitely not make me happy.” She shrugged your arm off. 

“Yeah, I know.” You said, stopping at your locker. “At least Steve graduated. If he was here, he’d never let you live it down.” 

You pulled what you needed out of the locker and slammed it back shut. 

“Why is Eddie Munson staring at you?” Turning to look at your friend, you raised a brow questioning her. “What are you talking about?”

Placing her hand on the top of your head, Robin turned your face in the other direction. “Look.” Eddie was walking down the hallway, and he was staring right at you. As he passed he saluted at you with two fingers. “Henderson.” He smiled.

You could feel the corners of your mouth pull back. “Hey, Eddie.” You replied as he continued down the hall in the direction of his class. 

“What was that?” Robin gawked at you.

You could feel the blood as it rushed to your face, grabbing for her wrist to drag her to class behind you. “Excuse me?! Eddie Munson?”

“It’s nothing Robin! I just ran into him when I was leaving the theatre room Friday, he came to set up Hellfire, that club Dustin and the other boys are in.” 

“Yeah, that explains why your face looks like a tomato.”

“My face looks like a tomato because you’re making a big deal out of nothing! He just said hi, he’s just being nice… it’s not a big deal.”

“Hey, Henderson. Where’s your sister?” Eddie asked, tossing a pretzel in his mouth as he looked around the loud cafeteria. 

Dustin, who was shoveling a roll into his mouth, looked up at his friend curiously. “Why?” He asked, slowly around his mouth full of bread. 

Eddie flicked a pretzel at his head, missing by a fraction of an inch. “Because it’s lunch and she’s not in the cafeteria, obviously.” 

“She was in the theatre room when I passed by earlier.” Mike offered, looking between Dustin and Eddie. 

“Hmm.” Eddie flicked another pretzel into his mouth before standing and grabbing his black lunch box and shaking it towards the boys seated around his table. “We’ll, boys. I have some business to attend to, I’ll catch you around.”

Dustin watched as Eddie left, coolly walking out of the lunch room, his attention only pulled away at the sound of Mike’s voice. 

“Wonder what that was about.” 

Pondering the words for a minute, Dustin stared to pick at his food. “I have no idea.” He said, looking back at Eddie’s empty seat. 

Once again you found yourself alone, singing along to the song playing from your Walkman as you finished the set piece you’d been painting in the theatre room. And once again the feeling of eyes boring into the back of your head pebbled your skin in goosebumps. 

When you had looked over, slowly, it had not surprised you to find Eddie smirking at you from across the room. 

“Was that Billy Idol, I heard?” He asked as you removed your headphones, pushing off of where he was leaned up against the door frame to make his way towards you. 

“Yes.” You smile at the long haired boy softly, before adding the last few brush strokes to the piece. “I told you, if it makes me feel something, I like it.”

Letting out a laugh, Eddie examines what you’ve been working on. “And what exactly does...what song was that- White Wedding… make you feel?”

Shaking your head, you stand admiring your work for a moment before collecting the brushes and paint to put away. 

“You did that whole thing?” Eddie asked, breaking the silence you left hanging between the two of you. 

“What are you doing here Eddie?” You asked, simply. “Not that I mind… I’m just curious.” You added, so that you didn’t come off as rude or like you didn’t want to be around him. 

The way that your eyes searched his face for your answer made blood rush up into his cheeks. Honestly, he didn’t know why he was there, not really. He didn’t really have a reason he simply… wanted to see you. “I was walking down the hall and I saw the door open.” 

Mulling over his words, you let out a hum. “Yes, I did paint the whole thing. I paint most of the set for theatre. It doubles as an art credit.” You never really noticed that Eddie had dimples before, they were cute. When you noticed you’d been looking too long, heat flushed across your nose and cheeks. 

“Art too? And you act… is there anything you can not do, Lady Henderson?” 

Before you could answer, the bell rang, signaling that lunch was over and it was time for your next class. “I guess that’s my cue to leave, I’d offer to walk you to class but… alas I am The Freak and you should probably not be seen with me. I can let you walk out first, I don’t mind being late to class.”

Lifting your backpack up off the floor, you walk over to him, rolling your eyes with a laugh. “You can walk with me to class if you want.” 

Eddie’s eyes went wide as he looked at you. He had not expected that answer, if he was being honest he expected you to take him up on his offer. He knew what people said about him, they made it no secret. And you, you weren’t the type of person who was ever found in his proximity on purpose. Ever. Or so he had thought. 

“Come on, we’re gonna be late.” You grabbed his wrist and pulled him out into the hall, letting him go to pull the theatre door closed behind you. 

As he walked next to you, keeping at your pace, he rubbed at the back of his neck. “You know, you don’t have to walk with me just cos I asked, I’ll be fine if you wanna go ahead.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You looked up at him, enjoying the view. You could admit to yourself that he was pretty attractive, with his long dark curls and wicked smile. The rebel thing really worked for him. “I’m not stupid you know.”

“I never said that.”

“I know. But I mean, I know what people say about you. What they’ve always said about you. But Dustin really looks up to you, he always has nice things to say. So I know something they don’t.”

“Dustin talks about me?”

“Oh, yeah. Like all the time. Whenever he’s not talking about Steve.”

“He does talk about Harrington a lot doesn’t he?”

“Yeah,” you laugh. “Probably too much.”

You walk up to the door of your shared class room and he follows you inside, taking the seat next to yours. “Oh, and by the way. I like White Wedding because it’s loud, and it makes my skin tingle in the best way, and it always makes me want to dance.”

Over the next few days you found Eddie waiting for you outside of either the theatre or art rooms after lunch so that you could walk to class together. Everyday with his hands jammed into the front pockets of his jeans he’d ask about what you were working on or what you’d been listening too while you were working, and with a giant smile on your face you’d answer his questions, asking him how his lunch went at the hellfire table or if your brother had been behaving. 

In class he sat in the closest empty desk to yours, not bothering or distracting you in any way, just sitting peacefully, though you had caught him sometimes looking over at you, to which you’d hide the flush of your face behind your hand. 

On Friday, when you stepped out of the art room, a crudely wrapped gift in your hands, Eddie was nowhere to be seen. After a couple of minutes and trying not to let the disappointment of his absence sink into your bones you turned on a heel and started your walk towards your next class. 

Looking down at his watch, Eddie cursed to himself as he gathered all of his shit into his black tin box and ran like hell towards the doors of Hawkins High. He knew he should have pushed his deal back to after school, half the time the guy he met with was late, but thought that maybe if he was quick enough he’d make it to the art room on time so that you could walk to class together. 

As he raced towards the art room, flying past the students that were crowding in the halls trying to get to their next classes he saw you, walking down the hall away from him on your way to your shared class. 

“Henderson! Wait up!” You could hear your name being shouted from behind you. 

Stopping in your tracks you turned to see long dark curls and a leather jacket pushing their way through your classmates to get to you. A laugh stumbled up from your chest and out of your lips as Eddie stopped in front of you, bent over with his long ring clad fingers gripping his thighs as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Henderson..” he started between breaths. “I… am… so sorry… I was… in the woods… lost track of time.”

Still laughing, you patted his back gently. “It’s okay, Eddie. We should probably go though, I don’t want to be late.” 

Taking one last deep breath, Eddie straightened himself out. “You’re right. Let’s get going.” His heart squeezed in his chest as he saw the way you were looking up at him, a way no one had ever looked at him, big doe eyes and a happy, goofy smile on your face. “So, what arty thing did you do today?”

As you walked you clutched the wrapped package in your hands to your chest for a moment, before offering it to him. “A gift for you, actually.” Biting down on your lip, you looked away from him as he took it from your hands carefully, cheeks warming at the brief brush of his fingers against yours. 

Eddie looked at you in awe. No one had ever given him a gift before. Aside from when Uncle Wayne would give him a little something for his birthday or Christmas, but this…this was different. This was something from a cute girl, something made for him. 

“You don’t have to open it now, of course but let me know if you like it when you do.” You’re looking at your feet now, distracting yourself from staring at him as butterflies swarm on your stomach. 

Eddie rips the paper away and takes in what was hiding underneath it. A round wooden sign with a familiar devil’s head painted on it in careful strokes. 

“It’s a sign, to go in the theatre room since you use it for club meetings. I borrowed Dusty’s shirt out of the laundry.”

You very nervously watch Eddie who is staring down at the sign in awe. “This is… this is really good, Henderson. Thank you.” 

Walking into the classroom, you take your normal seat and Eddie takes the one next to you. 

A few hours after school you were standing in a mostly empty Family Video, elbows on the counter with your face buried in your hands. And you supposed ‘best friend’ was laughing at you. 

“It’s not funny Robin. My brother is going to kill me. He’s going to prance around school with my head on a STAKE.” You groan. 

You could almost HEAR Steve’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “I don’t see what the big deal is, Y/N. So what? You gave him a sign for his weird little club. What’s the big deal?”

You let out a long, dramatic sigh as you lost your head to look Steve right in the eye. “I made the sign, Steve. I painted it.”

“Okay and?”

Robin reached over to pat you on the shoulder. “He’s also been walking her to class after lunch everyday even though both the art room and theatre room are ALL the way across the school.”

Steve stared between you and Robin, a confused look on his face. “Can you just get there already? Or do we have to spell out everything for you, dingus?”

You watched as Steve’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. “Oh man, Dustin is totally gonna kill you.”

You dropped your forehead onto the counter and groaned. “I am so dead.” Looking back up, you rubbed your hands over your face. “Do you remember when we started hanging out after you became friends with Dustin? He spent an hour in my bedroom lecturing me about how I had better not even THINK about having a crush on you because he didn’t want it to fuck up your friendship. What am I going to do?”

“Well.. what if Eddie doesn’t like you like that? What if he’s just being nice to you because you’re Dustin’s sister?” 

Robin reached up and smacked the back of Steve’s head. “You’re an idiot Harrington.”

“Ow!” Steve complained, rubbing the back of his head. 

“He obviously likes her, right?”

“How am I supposed to know? I don’t see what the big deal is anyway. It’s Eddie ‘The Freak’. What’s so great about him?”

“You’re a guy, Steve!”

“And? So he walks her to class after lunch now. What’s the deal?”

“Today he ran all the way from the woods behind the gym so that he could walk with me. And his eyes just lit up when he opened the gift.”

“Munson ran?” Steve’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh man, he’s got it bad for you. Robin, get ready to plan a funeral.”

“I am so fucked.” You whined. 

“It’s gonna be fine. Everything’s gonna be fine.” You muttered to yourself nervously as you sat in the front seat of your car waiting for Dustin to get out of Hellfire. 

You tried taking deep breaths to calm yourself, letting go of the death grip you had on your steering wheel when you noticed your knuckles had gone white. 

In your intense focus to calm down you didn’t notice Dustin and his two friends walk up to the car, yelping when he knocked on the passenger window. 

Almost as soon as you unlocked the doors all three boys piled into the car. “Mike is staying over but Lucas has practice tomorrow so we need to take him home.” Dustin said, perfectly normal as he would have any other time you picked him up, as he clicked his seatbelt into place. 

“Uhm, sure. Okay.” You let out a long breath, glancing out of Dustin’s window to see Eddie watching you as you drove off. 

You stayed quiet the entire drive, listening to the boys rattle on about how epic the campaign was, ears tuning in when Eddie was mentioned specifically. 

When you finally got home both Mike and Dustin followed you into the kitchen. “I don’t see why Lucas couldn’t stay for at least one movie.” You said, pulling out all off the snacks you and Dustin had agreed upon for movie night. This had been a long running tradition at your house, every other Friday night you and Dustin would rent movies, eat snacks, and pass out in the living room. Dustin’s entire party along with Robin had been invited over to join you for almost as long as you’d known them, and in the last couple of years Max, El, and Steve, and sometimes even Nancy and Jonathan, had started coming over too. 

“He wants to look cool in front of his sports friends.” Mike rolled his eyes as he reached for the bag of Doritos, pulled it open and shoved some into his mouth. 

Before you could comment there was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it.” Dustin walked towards the door, calling back to you. “Did you go by Family Video and get the movies?”

“Yeah! I grabbed a few options.” You pulled out the stack of movies to read off the titles. “The Goonies, Empire Strikes Back, Wrath of Khan, Friday… the…. 13th…” you words slowed to a  stop as you watched the familiar long haired boy step into the kitchen behind Dustin. 

“Oh, by the way, I invited Eddie too. Are Robin and Steve coming?”

Trying to compose yourself, you looked away from Eddie who was watching you with a small smile on his face. “Uhm, no. Steve has a date and Robin is doing… Robin stuff.”

“Are you serious? Steve knows it’s movie night!”

Focusing entirely too hard on stacking and restacking the pile of VHS tapes you respond. “I told him you were gonna say that, but it’s Steve. If he can get a date, nothing is going to keep him from going.”

“Oh, hey is that Ghost Busters?” At the sound of Eddie’s voice you looked up at him. 

Nodding you pull out the tape from your stack and hand it to him. “The boys love it, I rent it pretty often.”

Dustin snatched the VHS out of Eddie’s hand and turned towards the living room, waving it in the air above his head. “And that’s why we’re gonna watch it first.” 

Mike walked out behind him, snatching a soda as he passed them, to plop himself down in the armchair. 

Rolling your eyes, you pull the pop corn out of the grocery bag and move to turn on the stove. 

“You want some help?” Eddie asked quietly, looking at the grocery bags on the counter. 

“Uhm, yeah. Do you know how to…?” You motioned towards the popcorn. 

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I can make popcorn.” He laughed. “Let me just…” He shrugged off his leather jacket and quickly disposed of it on the back of the couch before returning to the kitchen. 

After handing him the popcorn you got through the cabinets, collecting bowls to put all of the different movie snacks in. The kitchen is comfortably quiet, though you could hear Dustin and Mike talking in the living room as the previews played on the tv. 

“They always ditch and leave all the hard work for you?” Eddie’s voice is quiet but shatters the silence draped around the two of you. 

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you. “Usually. Steve helps sometimes, but Dustin would burn the popcorn so, it’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“You’re telling me that that little smarty pants can’t make popcorn?” Eddie looked appalled. 

“Will you guys hurry up so we can start the movie?” Dustin yelled from the living room. 

“We’d be done already, if you helped.” Eddie mumbled under his breath. 

Laughing, you gather up some snacks and hand them to Eddie, grabbing the rest yourself before walking into the living room. 

Eddie tossed a box of Milk Duds at Dustin, who had settled at the end of the couch closest to the chair Mike sat in, and plopped down on the other end. The only seat that was left was the middle of the couch, in between your little brother and the guy you were crushing on. 

Butterflies filled your belly as you sank down into the vacant seat, handing a soda to your brother. 

Dustin turned the movie on, and you tried to pay attention to the screen, trying to ignore the tingling that ran down your leg that was only an inch away from Eddie’s. You were in for a long night. 

As the second movie came to an end, both Mike and Dustin were snoring loudly in their seats, leaving only you and Eddie awake. Standing you stretch and let out a groan. Trying to avoid staring at Eddie who was also stretching, his shirt lifted to reveal a sliver of his stomach, you started gathering snacks. 

Eddie hopped up off of the couch to help you clean up. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” You said quietly, as to not wake up the younger boys. 

Eddie continued to grab trash and empty soda cans. “I don’t want you to have to do it all by yourself. Besides, they’re not gonna be much help.” Eddie pointed his thumb at your snoring brother. 

Once the remnants of the move night were cleaned up, you found yourself standing alone with Eddie in the kitchen. Though you’d walked with him to class everyday for a couple of weeks this had been the most time you’d ever actually spent with him and your stomach was filled with butterflies as you leaned quietly against the counter.

“Thanks for the help.” You mumbled, trying not to stare at the curly haired boy in front of you. 

“Yeah, yeah… of course…” he hesitated, almost as if he wanted to say something more. “I uhm… I showed the boys the sign you made, hung it up too.” 

Heat flushed over your face, you had wondered if he’d told them but Dusty hadn’t mentioned it at all. “Is that so? What did they think?”

“Oh, man. They loved it. They loved it, I love it. It really looks great hanging up there. Thank you for making it.”

Nodding, you couldn’t help the smile that started to form on your lips. “I’m just glad you liked it. You deserve to have a piece of your club represented in the club room, since you use it too.” Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as a huge yawn spilled from it. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” 

Eddie’s laugh was musical. “Nah, nothing to apologize over. I should probably get going. It’s pretty late.”

“You’re not staying? Dusty’s friends always stay over on movie night.”

Eddie looked at you, feeling torn. He could see it in your face that you wanted him to stay, and he really did want to sleep in the same house, see what you’re like first thing in the morning, but it was late and he told Rick he’d stop by on his way home to pick up some weed, his stash had been running low and he needed more to sell over the week. 

“I would but I have something I need to do. If Henderson invites me again, I’ll uh.. stay over.” He could tell that you were trying to hide your disappointment, but wow.. you really wanted him to stay? He almost couldn’t believe it. You. Henderson’s older sister. A girl. An attractive girl. A smart, funny, creative, attractive girl wanted to spend time with him. The freak. It wasn’t just you being nice and walking with him to class. You wanted to see him at your house. Outside of school. The idea had his mind spinning. 

Your voice broke him out of his spiraling thoughts. “Two weeks from today. You’re invited. I’ll even let you put a movie on the list.” 

Heat rushed through Eddie’s cheeks. “Okay… I’ll be here.”

You beamed brightly at him, stopping his heart right in his chest. Eddie was doomed. He knew there was nothing you could ever ask of him for the rest of his life, that he wouldn’t do. 

“Okay, cool.” You couldn’t believe you’d actually done that, actually invited him to hang out at your house again, not for Dustin but for you. Walking him to the front door, you smile up at him again. “I’d tell you to drive safe but I’ve seen you drive and I know better.” You laugh. 

Face reddening, Eddie smiles sheepishly in return. “I’ll, uh, do my best.” He starts to make his way down the sidewalk before stopping to turn back towards you. “See you Monday?”

“Of course.” You replied, watching him walk all the way to his van. 

Monday morning you stood in front of your locker, turning the lock back and forth in the numbers of your combination until it popped open. Much to your surprise, sitting right on top of your history book was a cassette tape. Hesitantly you reached forward to pick it up, inspecting the plastic case. 

In sloppy handwriting was a track list. 

War Pigs - Black Sabbath 

Holy Diver - Dio

Gypsy - Dio

For Whom the Bell Tolls - Metallica

Race with the Devil - Judas Priest 

Flight of Icarus - Iron Maiden 

“I was gonna put Slayer on there because the riffs are insane but the lyrics are kinda heavy and I wasn’t sure you’d be into it.” Eddie’s voice caught you off guard, gasping you nearly dropped the tape in your hand. “It’s sort of a thank you for the sign you made me for the club room. It’s uh… a few of my favorite songs, since you like Ozzy I thought you might be into a few recommendations.”

Eddie looked flustered when you glanced up at him, cheeks gone an adorable shade of pink. You couldn’t help the smile that split your face. 

Eddie hadn’t expected your eyes to light up the way that they had as you looked at him with that big, cute smile on your face. He’d spent hours picking out the songs the night before, hoping you’d like them and the way you were beaming was worth every second. 

Eddie also hadn’t expected you to throw your arms around him, pressing your cheek against his chest. 

“Thank you! I can’t wait to listen to it.” Pulling back suddenly it was your turn to blush. Eddie didn’t think his heart could take it, you were so beautiful. “I’m so sorry.. that was probably weird. I just.. music is really important to me and.. it’s just really thoughtful and… thank you.”

Reaching up to scratch his neck, Eddie could feel how hot face was. “Yeah, uh… of course. I just hope you like at least one of the songs.”

“I’m sure I will!” You tucked the cassette safely into your bag and pulled the books for your first class out of the locker before replacing them with your backpack. Turning to face him, the smile still set into your face like it was carved into stone. “Did you wanna walk together?” You asked, hopefully. 

His face fell, but for only a second. “I have first period English.” He frowned. His first class was all the way across the school from yours. “But we can do third period?”

“Yeah! That sounds great. See you then!”

The smile wouldn’t leave your face, even after you got home from school. As soon as you’d gotten into your room, you dug through your backpack to find the mix tape that Eddie had made, just for you, and slipped it into your radio, eagerly pushing the play button. Each song that played reminded you of him in some way or another. As the tape came to an end, you rewound it and played it again, over and over until you were able to sing along to every song.

The next morning you were lost in thought, shoving spoonfuls of cereal into your mouth when your brother made his way into the kitchen.

“Morning.” You called out to him after chewing the food in your mouth.

At first he’d said nothing, the only noise in the kitchen was that of cereal being poured into a bowl, until he sat down in the chair next to you. “There was some interesting music coming out of your room last night.” He commented. He hadn’t come home with you after school, opting to hang out with his friends instead. By the time he’d gotten home you’d been on your seventh or eighth repeat of Eddie’s tape.

“Oh.” Your cheeks had started to burn and you wanted to be literally anywhere else but sitting at the kitchen table next to your younger brother who had seemingly started to notice that you might have a tiny crush on his friend. “Have you noticed that all of your friends are my friends?”

Or maybe he wasn’t as smart as you thought he was. “Robin was my friend first.” You defended yourself. “Her and Steve have become a weird duo since they worked together at Scoops so that’s not my fault. You need a crowbar to separate them unless Steve is on a date.”

“That is a very fair point.” He nodded before starting to dig into his cheerios. “I didn’t think you’d ever get along with Eddie though. It’s a little bit weird.”

You can’t help but laugh because he is so not wrong. Eddie had already been going to Hawkins High before you’d ever even started your freshman year. You’d seen him around but had never really talked to him. You’d never really even thought much about him until Dusty started hanging out with him. “It is weird isn’t it?” You continued to laugh even though your brother just sat there, shoveling cereal into his mouth and shook his head like there was something wrong with you. “Sometimes people can surprise you.”

“Have you considered maybe getting your own friends?” He asked, point blank.

Getting up to put your bowl in the sink you moved to pat his head. “It’s a little bit late for that now, but I promise I won’t steal him from you or become friends with anyone else you talk to.” You told him before heading back to your room to get ready for school.

You’d gone through most of the day and still hadn’t seen Eddie. It wasn’t weird for him to skip out sometimes, but he hadn’t missed a day in the couple of weeks since you'd started talking to him and the disappointment of his absence in your day had left a pit in the bottom of your stomach. 

Eddie had overslept. He’d picked up some shifts at The Hideout for extra money and hadn’t gotten home until after three am. It happened sometimes but when he woke up at one in the afternoon and realized he’d missed school he was upset. His mind was on you, hoping that you’d at least noticed he hadn’t been there and wondered if you could be missing him as much as he was missing seeing the way your face lit up when you smiled. He was so fucked. 

Getting up he threw on a pair of pants and an old band shirt before making his way out of his room and across the trailer to the kitchen. His uncle Wayne was perched on the couch watching an old rerun on the small tv. 

“Late night?” He called over, not even looking up at his nephew who was looking in the fridge to find something to eat. 

Simply nodding, Eddie grabbed what looked like left over box Mac and cheese before closing the door. “I picked up a shift at the bar last night, don’t get done closing it down until almost 3.” He shoved the bowl into the microwave to heat up his food. “I need some advice.” 

“I told you I can talk to the guy at the mechanic shop after school or you can work with me on the weekends.” Wayne had told him several times that he can help him find a more stable job than cleaning tables at The Hideout a couple times a week. But this wasn’t about a job or money. This was about a girl. 

“Yeah, yeah I know but I need advice about a girl.” He said quietly, almost embarrassed. But he had Wayne’s full attention now. Eddie had never got to him about girls. He’d never cared enough about one to ask for advice. Not that he’d never been with a girl before but this was different. 

He could tell that Wayne was stunned. “Uh, yeah.. okay. Tell me all about her, son.” 

“She’s a girl from school,” he starts, shifting on his feet, counting down the seconds on the microwave. “She’s a senior and she’s into art and theatre and she has a very unique taste in music… and she’s… ugh, she’s just so beautiful man, it makes me feel like my guts are melting.” He feels like he could go on and on forever, but he doesn’t. “She doesn’t treat me like a freak either. She walks next to me at school and she doesn’t seem like she cares what other people say about me. She’s-she’s one in a million, Wayne.”

Wayne looked more happy than Eddie had seen in a while. “Well, does she like you?” He asked.

The microwave went off and Eddie used it as an excuse to break eye contact, used it to give himself a moment to breathe, to try to quell the anxiety trying to make itself at home in his stomach. 

He settled himself at the table, feeling his uncle's eyes on him still as he placed a fork into the mildly nuked Mac and cheese. “Uhm, I think so? She painted me a sign for Hellfire so I want to say she might but I dunno if she’d go for it.” He takes a bite of his food, his mind simmering on the thoughts he’d been too scared to acknowledge.

“Well why not?” The question seemed so simple. But it felt like it came with the weight of the world.

Eddie hesitated. “Well the problem is her brother is a friend of mine, he’s a freshman in Hellfire. I don’t know if he’d be cool with it or if she’d want to give it a shot since ya know, that’s kind of crossing a line.” There. He’d said it. He looked to his uncle for the answer, hoping it would relieve the feeling in his chest. 

Wayne looked thoughtful, as if he was taking in everything his nephew had said. “Have you talked to the kid? Maybe if you tell him how you feel about his sister he might give you the okay. You’re a real good guy, if he’s your friend he should know that.” 

Eddie mulls over the words as he continues to eat. He hadn’t thought to talk to Dustin, in fact he’d been trying to keep it from him. He didn’t want him mad at either him or his sister. But maybe Wayne was right. The worst he could say was no… and that would indeed be the worst thing.

“And what if he says no?” There was hesitancy when he asked.

“That is up to you. But you won’t know if you don’t ask.” 

And he knew Wayne was right. He’d have to talk to Henderson and he’d have to do it soon.

Eddie walked into Family Video where he’d found Dustin hanging out with Steve Harrington, because of course he was. If things couldn’t get any more embarrassing. 

“Eddie!” Dustin had called out to him, excitement clear on his face. “What are you doing?”

Eddie was nervous. He’d never been more nervous in his life, well… watching you when he’d given you the tape was a real close runner up. 

“Uh, I called your house lookin’ for you and your mom said you might be here so I thought I might stop by.” He said, nervously running his fingers through his air. 

He knew he was acting weird. And Dustin was looking at him funny because it was obvious. “Well, you found me. What’s up?”

“I bet it’s about your sister.” Steve smiled, looking straight at Eddie. He knew something. How did he know something?

“Uhhhh…”

Dustin’s eyes went wide, looking back and forth between Eddie and Steve. “What do you mean it’s about my sister? Eddie, why is your face so red? What happened to my sister?” 

Steve laughed, not in a mean way but he had clearly been amused. “Nothin, man. Nothin’ is wrong with her.” He was starting to feel nauseous. He wished he wasn’t having this conversation, especially not in front of Steve Harrington. “I just.. I-uh..”

He could see Steve in his peripherals, covering his face with his hand almost as if he was embarrassed for Eddie. “Spit it out man.”

“Spit what out? Eddie, what is going on?”

He couldn’t find the words. He wouldn’t know how to say them even if he could find them and now he wasn’t so sure anymore that he was even doing the right thing. Not at the risk of losing his friendship with Dustin or ruining Dustin’s relationship with you. 

“He likes her man. And she likes him too by the way.” Eddie looked at Steve so fast he couldn’t tell if he’d given himself whiplash.

“You like my sister?” Dustin sputter. “That is… that’s unbelievable. You hardly know her, you don’t have anything in common!” His heart dropped into his stomach.

He should have known that this was going to happen. He should have just stayed at home, but he really liked you and he wanted to give it a chance. Especially now that he knew you liked him too. He never thought you were close enough with Steve that you would tell him, but he was kind of glad that you did. Taking a deep breath, Eddie gathered all of the strength he could and looked straight into Dustin’s eyes. “Yeah, man. I do, I really like her and I wanted to talk to you about it before I made a move because your friendship is important to me and I don’t want to fuck that up.”

Dustin looked like he was seething. “Absolutely not! Are you insane? That’s my sister, man!” 

Eddie wanted to hide. Hide and never show his face ever again. But at least he had tried. “Yeah, yeah… you’re right. I shouldn’t have…”

“Wait, wait. Hold on. Dustin, come on, man.” Steve called. Eddie was stunned. He’d never gotten along with Steve before, but he was trying to stick up for him. “Look, you told me to keep my hands off and that’s fair. I know she’s your sister and everything, but Eddie isn’t like me. He actually likes her, ya know and she does like him too. There’s no harm in letting him ask her out.”

The younger boy turned to look at Steve, almost seething. “How do you know she likes him? And why didn’t you tell me?”

Steve shrugged. “He’s all she’s been talking about for a couple weeks, she didn’t want you to find out because she knew you were gonna act like this and it wasn’t in my place to say anything. But as her friend, I just want her to be happy, and as her brother, you should too.” 

Dustin gathered up his things, shook his head, and left without saying a word to either one of his friends. Eddie couldn’t believe any of it. Dustin was mad at him and now he was probably going to lose you too. 

“Well, I think you were going about it the right way.” He looked over at Steve. “And I think you should still go for it. He might be mad now but Henderson will come around eventually. He always does.”

“Why are you giving me advice?” Eddie asked. He was sure Steve never liked him.

Steve rolled his eyes, placing a hand on his hip. “The girl likes you and she’s my friend too. If you like her as much as I think you do, as much as I know she likes you, you shouldn’t let some kid get in the way of that. Even if it is her brother. Everyone deserves a shot at happiness. You’ve got to take it when it’s available.” Maybe he was onto something.

You were completely thrown off when your brother stormed into your room without so much as knocking. He was very clearly pissed off. “Hey, what's wrong?” You asked, putting away the comic you’d been working on.

“You like Eddie? You like one of my friends and you didn’t even tell me?! You said it just this morning that you weren’t gonna… but here you are! He’s my friend!”

As the words were coming at you like knives, you could feel the heat in your face, the sinking feeling in your stomach setting you into a panic. It had been Steve. Steve had probably said something to him. 

“Well?” He demanded, staring daggers at you. “Are you going to say something?”

You had always hated when your brother was angry at you. You’d spent his whole life being inseparable and his feeling of deception or anger or whatever this was cut at the bond you shared with him. “Yes.” You let out a long sigh. You might as well take responsibility. “I do like him. I didn’t expect it, you know! It just happened. I didn’t want to hurt you, I never want to hurt you.”

Dustin made a show of rolling his eyes as he folded his arms over his chest while he paced your bedroom floor. “You could tell Steve but not me? I’m your brother!”

“I know, I know.” You could feel the tears as they started to prick your eyes. “I just didn’t want to ruin any friendships or… make you hate me! I wasn’t even going to do anything about it, I swear I wasn’t.”

Dustin plopped down on your bed, keeping his eyes on the floor. “Well Eddie obviously didn’t feel that way.” You could almost hear the sound of your heart shatter in your chest at the words. Of course he didn’t. How could he? Why would he ever want you? He was friends with your brother and it was too weird. “He came into Family Video to ask if he could go out with you.” At that your ears perked up.

“What do you mean?”

This time, he did look up at you before he started to speak. “I was hanging out with Steve earlier and he came into the store. He couldn’t even say anything, I guess he was nervous. But Steve called him out and he admitted it.” He seemed like he’d started to calm down.

The heart in your chest that had begun to shatter started beating harder. “He.. Steve did what?” You couldn’t believe him. Steve was jealous of Eddie. Had been ever since Dustin had started hanging out with him. 

“He told me that I should let you be with him, if that’s what you want.” There were so many feelings swirling around inside of you now that you didn’t know exactly what you were feeling, or what was even happening. “Do you want to go out with him?”

You really didn’t want to set him off again. “I mean, yeah… I’d like to. He’s really sweet and he’s funny and he’s so nice.” You smiled. Thinking about him always made you smile.

“I should have known something was up. He’s been acting differently since you started talking to him, in a good way. I can’t believe Steve knew before I did. I can’t believe he told me to let it happen.”

“I can’t either.” You admitted. “I could kiss him.”

Dustin’s head shot up, mouth gaping wide open. “Hey! You can have one, but not both. You keep your lips far away from Steve.” You started to laugh, but were cut short by the sound of someone pounding on the door. 

Moving to get up, you stopped when Dustin’s hand clamped around your wrist. “I think I know who it is, I’ll get it.” He said, standing. As he went to leave your room, he stopped at the door, turning to face you. “It’s nice to see you happy, by the way.”

You smiled at him as he left, and unable to help yourself you followed after him, keeping your distance. You listened carefully as the door was pulled open.

“Hey, Eddie.” Dustin’s voice barely reached your ears so you stepped closer. 

“Listen man.” Eddie had never showed up at school, and even though you had just seen him the day before, his voice sent your heart fluttering. “I need to talk to her. I know you said no but I’m gonna ask her out anyway.” Again your heart beats faster inside of you. You had suspected, Dustin had even said it but hearing the words coming from Eddie’s mouth was different. 

Dustin tried to speak, but Eddie kept talking. “Like I said, I wanted to do the right thing by you because I don’t want to lose a friend, but I also want to do the right thing for myself. I don’t ask anyone for anything, I don’t usually want things like this for myself. But I am so into her, man. I want to give it a chance. If she isn’t into it, then fine. But there is nothing wrong with giving it a try.” 

Your smile was so big you were sure your face might start cracking. “I’m sorry, Eddie. I shouldn’t have acted like that. If you want to ask her out, do it. But if you break her heart we won’t be friends anymore and I’m gonna have to kick your ass.” 

Deciding that it was time to stop hiding, you continued towards the front door, to find that Dustin had been holding it all the way open and Eddie had still been standing outside. “Hey, Eddie.” When his eyes found you, they lit up.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled.

Dusting gagged and rolled his eyes. “Okay, there’s got to be some kind of boundaries here. We’ve got to have rules. First one being, don’t make me puke. I don’t want to hear you flirting all the time, no making out in public places, no pet names.”

“Whatever you say, Henderson.” Eddie grinned, bright eyes never leaving your face.

“Ugh.” He started. “You guys are already making me sick.” Dustin pulled away from the door, turning to walk father into the house.

You couldn’t do anything but stand there, with the door wide open, looking at Eddie. “Did you wanna come in?”

“Actually, I don’t have a lot of time. I just wanted to ask you something.” He was beautiful. So beautiful standing there, staring at you, smiling bigger than you’d ever seen. “Uh, how’d you like the tape?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “I loved it.” Taking a chance, you moved in closer, removing most of the distance between the two of you. “I actually wanted to talk to you about that at school today but I didn’t see you.”

He brought his arm up to rub the back of his neck. “Yeah, I uh, overslept. I’m sorry.”

“No it’s okay. I just… I really liked it and I was sad I couldn’t tell you about it.” You admitted, leaning in just a bit closer. “I missed you today.” 

You watched as his eyes grew wider. “I… I won’t let it happen again.” He was breathless and you’d gotten close enough to feel the words on your lips as he whispered them. 

Leaning up ever closer you pressed a hand to his cheek, pulling his mouth onto yours. The feeling of his lips on yours spread like electricity over your skin. Every piece of you snapped into place, like you were a question and he was the only answer. Deep inside of you, you knew that this was the single moment you’d been waiting for your entire life and when you pulled back to look him in the eyes, you knew that he had felt the exact same way.

[lena-ashmoor]

Hello lovely readers!

Part two to Statistically Unlikely, Emotionally Inevitable has been posted! I'll make a masterlist for it soon so that everything is all in one place and have it out before I get the next part posted, which should be within the next couple of days.

I also plan to post one shots in between parts as well so that my account isn't just totally silent for days on end. I have been working on some that need to just be finished or edited. And after SU, EI is done I have another muti-part that is going to feature both Steve AND Eddie (not at the same time...) that will be like an alternate ending type of situation. It's a Hopper!Reader that starts out with her sort of on and off having a thing with Eddie but she has feelings for Steve (Eddie know and adresses it and it's fine) who is her best friend. It goes over seasons one through five and when it gets to that point you can pick either Eddie or Steve and continue on with that story from there, or you can read both. *shrugs*

If you have and questions comments or concerns or you want to put in requests you know where to find the ask button.

(I also made both my header and my divider so if you need one or whatever I can make it for you. Just shoot me a message.)

[lena-ashmoor]

Statistically Unlikely, Emotionally Inevitable :Part Two:

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, mentions of smoking and drinking, talks about sex but none takes place in this part just some good ole kissing.

Tropes: Idiots-to-lovers / friends-to-lovers

Word Count: 4,643

Notes: Today we've got idiots being idiots. She's waiting for him to bring it up. He's waiting for her to bring it up. No one says shit. The tension? Never ending. He's so down bad it's not funny. And at the end of the day, we should all know better than to take advice from Steve.

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In the first week after the party at Rick’s nothing had really seemed to change. To say you were disappointed was an understatement. While you had overanalyzed every single burning touch shared between you and Eddie, you never made a comment on it. If this is what he wanted, then fine. You would simply get over it. One night of drunken sex was fine. You could brush it off like a forgotten dream first thing in the morning. Fine. 

By the second week it was easy enough to pretend that you were in the rhythm of things, sitting on Eddie’s lap on occasion at lunch, walking down the hall together, although you had managed to avoid sleeping over both of the two times that Eddie had offered since that night. Fortunately you did have to work the next day on both occasions so he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong, even though you had asked for early shifts on purpose. But you truly weren’t avoiding him. You just were only about 100% sure that you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself if you had to sleep next to him. You didn’t want him to think that’s all he was to you.

The third week ended on a much rougher note, but that had nothing to do with Eddie. It was just a bad week. The day itself had been incredibly stressful to start. Your alarm had somehow gotten turned off and you woke up to Eddie banging on your window an hour past when you usually crawled out of bed. In the mess of trying to throw clothes on and grab your shit for the day you’d somehow forgotten to grab both the English essay you’d spent hours perfecting along with your math homework off of your desk and they were both due before lunch that day.

You’re still stewing over it at lunch, sitting at the table with the Hell Fire club who have been talking non-stop about their campaign after school. “I can take you to get your stuff before lunch is over.” Eddie’s voice pulls at your attention.

The smile on your lips is fake. Faker that the head cheerleaders bleached blonde hair. “I’m getting points marked off anyway, might as well just turn it in on Monday.” You mutter, breaking up the cracker in your hand. 

“Speaking of getting points marked off.” A warm hand lands on your left arm, pulling your attention to the younger boy sitting next to you. His voice turning into what he thinks is a whisper as he says, “Eddie’s history grade is starting to… uh… suffer, I personally would love to help but I’m a science guy myself and you’re the smartest person that is willing to tolerate Eddie’s… Eddie-ness.” 

You’d harbored a soft spot for Dustin Henderson from the moment you’d met him. He was easy to love. You weren’t surprised when you’d heard he was best friends with Steve Harrington. Now that guy was a dingus. How Dustin put up with him though, you didn’t understand. As many times as you’d voiced that thought, he’d reassured you that Steve had changed since they met. “You have my attention.” 

“There is one hour between the end of last period and Hell Fire. Do you think you’d be able to tutor him? Listen, I love Eddie, but I don’t want to graduate high school with him.” He looks at you with pointed brows, openly avoiding the fact that Eddie can hear him and is staring at the both of you.

Crossing leather clad arms over his chest, Eddie leans back in his chair. “Anything the two of you would like to share with the class?” He asks.

You are completely ignoring him, still looking right at Henderson. You know it irritates him, but it’s funny to push his buttons just a little bit sometimes. In truth, you’d planned to meet Robin after school. She was a band nerd but she was cool, interesting enough to talk to when sitting next to each other in science class. Weirdly enough she was also friends with Steve. If you’d had a nickel. But all of your other friends were dudes and you needed to talk to another girl sometimes. You can tell her you’ll be a little bit later than you had planned. 

“I can make some time.” You agree, nodding at him before turning to look at Eddie whose eyebrows are pinched together. “As soon as the final bell rings, meet me in the library and bring your homework.”

Eddie shoots a glare in Dustin’s general direction. “I use that hour to set up.” 

“And I wasn’t asking. Final bell, library. Got it Munson?” You snap at him. The rest of the boys at the table stay silent but he brings his hand up to salute you.

“Yes ma’am.” His grin is massive and cheesy.

With a roll of your eyes, you push your chair back and stand. “I have to go rearrange my after-school plans; I’ll see you guys later.” Ruffling Dustin’s hair, you walk off towards the cafeteria doors.

“What the actual fuck was that Henderson?” Eddie’s head snaps towards Dustin as he leans forward towards the boy, the big cheesy smile he’d had nestled into his cheeks for you, long gone. “You told her I’m about to fail history?” 

Scooting over into the chair you’d abandoned, Dustin reaches out to place a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “Listen man, I’m doing you a favor. And you do have a D in that class.”

Eddie shrugs him off and sighs, dismissing the rest of the Hellfire club from the table to keep this conversation about as private as he could for it to be happening in the school cafeteria. “How exactly are you doing me a favor, Henderson?” 

He’s not… mad or upset exactly. Frustrated, absolutely. He’d wanted to talk to you after that night but he wasn’t sure what to say or how to start the conversation. 

Hey so… that night out at Rick’s, you know, the night I defiled you in the back of my shitty van while I was high and we were both drunk off of our asses, you remember right? From what I can remember it was great, in fact you’re the best I’ve ever had, I can’t stop thinking about you naked and I want you to be my girlfriend, what do you say? 

Yeah, he didn’t imagine that was going to go over too well with you. And you never brought it up either, never hinted at it or anything. So Eddie did the only thing he could do. Acted completely normal. Well, normal for him. He was so sure that if he acted differently or treated you differently all at that you might blacklist him. As much as he wanted to be more than friends with you, he certainly didn’t want that. At all. Even a little bit. 

And yeah, so he might have vented to confided in Henderson about it, not in detail of course, that shit was private.  But he didn’t assume the kid would decide to be his damn wingman. 

“Listen, Eddie. You had a problem so I solved it. You, her, alone time for a solid hour. The story writes itself.” And he looks oh soooo proud of himself too. Like he’s some kind of genius or something. 

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply yet again. “First of all, it’s the school library. We won’t be alone. And secondly, I can barely focus on history as it is. Her being in there, breathing the same oxygen as me is going to be distracting.” His skin felt like it was on fire. Should something so seemingly simple be this stressful? How had he managed to keep his cool before? Oh, right. That was before you’d kissed him. He was totally fine acting like he probably wasn’t in love with you before all of that had happened. But he hadn’t really been alone with you since then and he had no idea how he was supposed to act normal when it was just the two of you. 

Dustin facepalms. “Listen man, you can’t start acting all weird around her or she’s gonna think something is up.”

Something was up. In his damn jeans. He really needed to stop thinking about you naked. “Why am I taking advice from a freshman?” The question is rhetorical. Dustin chooses to answer anyway.

He grabs the lapels of Eddie’s jacket, something most would not dare to do, and looks him right in his eyes. “Because this freshman is trying to help you out. I deal with Steve on a daily basis and Steve knows how to get the ladies. If you won’t listen to me, we’ll go talk to him. You have to trust me.” This display is incredibly dramatic but he’s making some good points. At least Eddie thinks so. But he also doesn’t want to talk to Steve. He never understood what Henderson saw in the guy, but he never shut up about him. 

“Alright, alright.” Eddie slaps at Dustin's hands, adjusting his leather jacket. “Okay, I’ll go to the damn library, okay?” He runs his hands through his mess of curls. 

Dustin sits back, a satisfied smile on his face. “You just have to relax okay, be yourself.”

Easier said than done. He’d only managed to keep up his normal act so far because other people were always around and it came with his starring role as ‘The Freak.’ So he continued to do it anyway. Continued to touch you the same even though your skin set a blaze to his, smiled and joked with you the same. Even though you’d rejected him the last two times he asked you if you were staying over. Maybe you thought that he just wanted to have sex with you again. But he didn’t. Well, he did but that’s not why he’d asked if you were staying at his place. You had almost always stayed over on at least one of the days on the weekend. And he supposed you hadn’t just rejected him, not really. You did have to work early shifts and you’d both had a habit of staying up well past when you should have, winding down after a gig at the Hideout watching movies or talking until after the sun came up. But maybe he was also kind of relieved that you hadn’t stayed, since he was sure he would have made a fool of himself. 

Breathing in deeply and then letting it all out, he looks straight at his younger friend. “I can do this. Just be normal, be… myself… keep my cool.” 

“Exactly. Just be cool.”

Be cool. Be cool. Be cool. 

“I don’t know how to be cool!” You are freaking out and Robin is looking at you with the straightest face you have ever seen on her.

She continues the stare down a moment longer before quarking a brow at you. “Come on!” She says your name like she’s lecturing you. Which she kind of is. “It’s not the end of the world. Don’t focus so much on… the incident-” The incident. That is what she had taken to calling what had happened between you and Eddie. “You’ve been friends for years, right? Just breathe. You’re just helping him with his homework, in the school library, that’s like the least sexy thing ever.”

She was right. Of course she was right. “I just need to focus.” You look to her seeking reassurance. 

She rolls her eyes at you. “Just be his friend, be your usual, delightful self and you’ll settle back into your weird little rhythm in no time.” She says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Now go, he’s coming. I’ll see you at the video store in an hour.” 

You let out one last long breath until your lungs start to burn and when Eddie is also standing in front of the library you cock your brow at him. “You got that homework, Munson?”

Robin was right, of course she was. How annoying. But she was right and in only a matter of ten minutes things had felt normal, like they did before.   

You were on the verge of being irritable. With all of the feelings inside of you that you were trying to force back into their box, and the mess of a morning which you had still been moping about through your final class, you were far from relaxed. 

Eddie is staring at you, drumming his fingers loudly on the table the two of you are sitting at while you are trying to go over his homework with him but he is clearly zoned out, mind probably focused on the D&D game he’s supposed to be setting up for.

“Eddie! Pay attention!” You snap. And feel bad immediately afterwards. 

Honey eyes are boring into yours under crinkled brows, his full attention on you. “What’s wrong princess?” His voice is dripping with worry. 

Letting out a long slow breath, you squeeze the bridge of your nose. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s been a long day and I really need you to pay attention. If you’re gonna make it through this year we have to stay on top of this.”

Eddie’s face shifts from worried to understanding. “I’m sorry. I’m just distracted thinking about… the uh- show tonight!” He says it like he’s searching for the right answer. “I’ll try harder though.” 

His smile is the answer to every question you’ve ever had. Radiant, like the sun, warm and goofy and happy and, how could you ever think that being near him would feel weird? It felt like home. 

You can feel the corners of your mouth tug up into an answering smile. You know you can’t blame him for being excited about the show. His passion is one of the things you’ve always admired most about him. And you did love to watch him on stage, in his element, pour his heart into every strum of every chord. 

“I’ll tell you what.” You start, finally relaxing back into the uncomfortable plastic chair. “Give me thirty minutes of solid concentration and for every question you get right I’ll…” You trail off, trying to think of something to motivate him. 

“Kiss me?” Eddie smirks, tone playful. 

You raise a brow at him, nerves shooting electric shocks under your skin. “Is that what you want?” You laugh. And it feels so good. “All you have to do is ask.” You may or may not be joking. 

But not one to ever be topped he grins. “Well it’d probably be more fun if you had to remove a piece of clothing but we are in a library.” Eddie is surprised he’s able to make the joke without his entire face turning the shade of a tomato. But he’s trying to do what Henderson had suggested. Be himself. And before that night, he’d have made the joke easily without a second thought. And if he was being honest, it did come easily and felt normal. And that was what he wanted more than anything. 

You laugh again and it’s like music to him, bells and joy and he could listen to it all day, everyday, for the rest of his life. And he knows he would do anything to make sure it happens. Including being normal. 

“Yeah, because that wouldn’t be distracting for you at all.” 

He shrugs looking at you, the smile on his face is easy and genuine and he’s happy that after weeks he doesn’t feel like he’s going to make it awkward. “You never know.”

“I do know, but fine, we have a deal. One kiss for every correct answer. Now focus.” You pick up his homework and set it on the table between the both of you so you can try to explain it to him again.  

And he does. For the entire half hour he listens and pays attention, you make it seem so much easier for him to understand than any teacher ever has. But you know him, and you know how his brain works. It almost feels too easy to answer the questions and that makes him nervous as he watches you go over all of his answers.

“So how many did I get right?” He asks, trying to peer over the paper in your hands. He’s holding his breath, he knows he probably didn’t get them all, but he’s hoping for at least half. 

With your best poker face, you lay the paper face down on the table. “Eddie.” Worry creases his face and you can’t help the grin that betrays you. “You got them all right! Look!” Picking his homework back up you shove it towards him eagerly. He breaks out into his own pearly white smile, eyes lit up in surprise and pride blooms in your chest.

“I did it? I really aced it?!” His laugh is down right musical as he looks over your bright red check marks. “So that means I get my kisses?”

You roll your eyes playfully, but nod anyway trying to ignore the butterflies sparking to life in the pit of your stomach. “Yes, as promised, ten kisses.” 

When you lean in, he puts a warm, ring clad hand over yours. “You don’t have to do that, it was a joke, ya know, an attempt to lighten the mood.” Eddie keeps his voice soft. And also thinks he’s being crazy right now. Why would he tell you not to kiss him? Of course he doesn’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to or are uncomfortable with even though he does really want to kiss you.

“I know, but a deal is a deal, and you didn’t say where I had to kiss you.” You point out, pressing your lips to his cheek. “That’s one.”

He’s overjoyed. Even with just a kiss on the cheek. And he laughs as you count each one out. 

Two. 

Three. 

Four.

But on the fifth one, he goes to make a joke and moves his head and your lips manage to land right on his. He’s surprised when you don’t pull away immediately. 

And quite frankly so are you. And then your lips are moving against his, and one of his hands is at the nape of your neck pulling you closer into him and the taste of cigarettes and mint gum is intoxicatingly overwhelming. The heat from your face has migrated its way to settle between your thighs and you have to pull away before you decide to say fuck it and attack him right here on the table in the library. 

Eddie is sitting up straight as a rod, trying to catch his breath. He has no idea what in the fuck just happend or how but he’s not going to question it. Kissing does not mean you want to be with him. Maybe you just enjoy a little game of tonsil hockey on occasion. “I…uh… think we should probably stop… for now.” He only adds on the last part because he doesn’t want you to think he means you should just stop kissing forever. Definitely not. If you weren’t sitting in the least sexy place he could think of he’d gladly keep kissing you. But he did have a game to set up.

His pupils are blown wide as he looks at you. “I…uh-yeah, that’s probably for the best. You have to set up and I have to go meet Robin…”

“You’re coming to the show tonight?” He asks, not looking at you as he gathers up his stuff and shoves it into his unzipped backpack. 

You’d never missed a single Corroded Coffin show. Not once. But a small part of you was a little bit embarrassed and wanted to say no. But Eddie was looking at you with the puppydog stare and suddenly that word didn’t exist in your vocabulary. “Yeah, I never miss a show. Are you picking me up?” Everything was fine and the world wasn’t crashing and burning inside of you. Maybe you and Eddie were just becoming the kind of friends that kissed sometimes when you were alone. You could totally handle that. After all, you’d slept with him and things had stayed relatively normal. What was a kiss on occasion? 

“I always pick you up.” He reminds you, a smile now on his lips. Reaching past you he grabs your bag and hands it to you. “We better get going.”

The overhead bell rings when you step into Family Video. You were supposed to meet before Robin’s shift had started but since you’d had to delay because you were tutoring Eddie, you had to meet her here. But there are two people standing behind the counter when you get to it. 

“Why is Steve here?” You ask, jerking your thumb in his direction. 

He swivels his head to look in your direction, running his eyes over you. “Because Steve works here.” He replies. “What are you doing here?”

Robin pops him on the back of the head. “She’s here to see me, Dingus. You and your army of children can’t be the only friends I have.” She rolls her eyes and grabs a stack of what you assume is returned VHS tapes and nods for you to follow her. 

Steve mumbles as she walks off but you ignore him and walk off behind Robin. “So. How’d it go?” She asks, taking the first tape off of her stack and sliding back onto its shelf. 

You let out a sigh, “Are you going to gloat when I tell you that you were right?” 

She almost cackles. “Of course I was right. I swear Steve thinks he knows everything but… anyway. So? I was right. Things are all back to normal and everything is good?” 

You chew on your bottom lip, avoiding eye contact. She looks at you, setting the rest of the tapes down. “Everything is good and normal… or?”

Letting out an incredibly dramatic sigh, you bow your head. “Everything was good and normal… and then I sort of may have kissed Eddie…again.” You look up to find her staring at you, blank faced.

“You kissed Eddie Munson?” Both of your heads snap towards where Steve is now hovering. You hadn’t even heard him come over to where you had been tucked away. “Good for him.” He lets out a low whistle.

Your mouth falls open, gaping at him. “Well it wasn’t exactly on purpose… this time…” You try to defend yourself. Not that you needed to defend yourself, least of all to Steve Harrington. “I wasn’t trying to kiss him, it just sort of happened.”

He lets out a laugh and Robin smacks him. “What did you do, trip and fall onto his mouth?” He has a smug look on his face. Like he thinks he knows something. “Henderson mentioned that you were friends, sounds like you’re upgrading to friends that hide in closets and make out.” 

“First of all, I think it's really sad that your best friend is a freshman in high school, despite how cool Dustin is. Considering I’m also friends with him, I know your dating history because he never shuts up about you and you have no room to judge anyone.” You start, pointing your finger at him. “Secondly, I was aiming for his cheek, that one just didn’t land there. And then it turned into a full kiss… with tongue.” You can feel your cheeks start to heat up, refusing to look at either of the two people looking at you. 

“How is Eddie Munson getting more action than me?” Steve mumbles to himself. But to you he says. “So are you dating now or?”

“Steve!” Robin grits through her teeth. “Shut up!”

Your shoulders slump, the feeling of defeat rushing over you. “I don’t know, I don’t think so. I figured if we were going to we would be by now but we … aren’t.”  

Steve rests his elbow on the shelf, relaxing into his pose. “Well, do you know if he likes you? You obviously like him, although I don’t get why.” 

“If you’re going to eavesdrop, then be helpful, Dingus. Not that anyone should take dating advice from you. And making comments like that about Eddie isn’t earning you any points.”

He runs a hand through his hair, looking straight at you. “Do you want to know what I think?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Not really. You don’t even know Eddie and you’re judging him. Look. Yes, I do like him, okay. Why isn’t important, at least not where you’re concerned. But a guy's perspective would be helpful, a guy that isn’t somehow involved with him, and considering the fact that all of my guy friends are his friends, you’ll have to do.”

“I think that’s an idea.” Robin says, though you can’t tell if she actually agrees with you or if she thinks that it’s the dumbest idea that you’ve ever had.

Steve purses his lips, shaking his head but reaching up to run his hand through his hair again. “I feel so special.”

You don’t have time to appeal to his ego, nor do you want to. “Do you want in or not?” 

“Lay it on me.”

You explain everything to him and he just stares at you. “You threw yourself at him and he didn’t say anything about it afterwards?” He asks. “He didn’t call you the next day and ask you on a date or anything? I’d say you have two options. Either you keep it up or you don’t. I mean, as a guy… if I want to date a girl, I’m gonna ask the girl on a date, y’know? Maybe he doesn’t want that kind of commitment right now. Maybe it’s just pure sexual tension on his side, ya know. A guy has needs, and if the tension is there maybe that’s just what it is.”

The feelings in your stomach aren’t good. You’re honestly more upset that you want to be, but Steve is a guy. He understands the boy brain much better than you do. Maybe he’s right. You knew that it was a possibility. 

“So what now? If I want to keep him in my life it’s just going to be this whole friends-who-make-out-in-libraries-and-have-drunk-sex-sometimes situation or just pretend it never happened?”

“You could always tell him you like him.” Robin offers.

The bell over the door goes on and Steve shrugs before making his way back towards the counter. 

“I don’t want to lose him, Robin and if I tell him I like him and he doesn’t feel the same way, it’s over. I think Steve could be right, if he liked me he would have said something by now.” 

“But you haven’t said anything either.” She points out, picking the stack of tapes back up. 

She’s right and you know that but.. “Yeah, but I kind of did though. I came on to him. Sure he let me but that doesn’t mean it's a two way street.” 

You suppose it could be worse. But you already know what you’re going to do. You do have feelings for Eddie. You also really really liked sleeping with him and kissing him. You’re determined to not let that ruin the friendship that you hold so close to your heart. And if it is going to just be some friends-with-benefits situation then so be it. It’s almost like having your cake and eating it too. Just without being able to call him your boyfriend. You think you can manage that. And if it all crashes and burns, well that can be a future-you problem.

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[lena-ashmoor]

Statistically Unlikely, Emotionally Inevitable :Part One:

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNl! Mentions of smoking, drinking, and smut.

Tropes: Idiots-to-lovers / friends-to-lovers

Word Count: 4,810

Notes: Feel free to send asks, or requests or whatever, if you want to. I'm not a new fic writer, I'm just coming out of a very long retirement from writing Harry Potter fic. New blog, new pen name.

Summary: Reader is Gareth's next-door neighbor and quickly befriends Eddie though he is two years older than she is. He thinks she's far too cool to ever ACTAULLY be interested in him despite the tension that has almost always been between them. He's not willing to ruin the friendship. She loves everything about him and even though she's not into some of his nerdier interests... she wishes the whole world, including Eddie HIMSELF, could see him the way that she does. He's the most important person in her entire world and she'd never do anything to mess that up. Even after that first night. She's waiting for him to make a move. He's waiting for her to tell him that she wants him. No one is willing to cross that line. At least... not yet.

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If you were attracted to men, catching feelings for Eddie Munson was inevitable. Especially if you were friends with him. Especially if you were as close to him as you had been for the last five years. That you were sure of.

What had started out as an unlikely friendship between you and your neighbor Gareth’s obnoxious friend and bandmate turned into an unbreakable bond and the closest friendship you’ve ever had. Sure, Eddie was loud and boisterous and kind of a…dick sometimes, but that was all part of the front. That was just him giving the people of Hawkins what they wanted, what they expected from him. Because he was ‘The Freak’. It was a part that he had learned to play well, but underneath all of that, Eddie was kind, caring, and most of all passionate. 

You were sure that there was no way in either Heaven nor Hell that you could have ever NOT fallen for him, not in this dimension or any other. And with just HOW much time you had spent with him, you should have known that the way things would unfold would be inevitable. 

The tension had been there a while so it hadn’t been shocking the first time that it happened. It was the last weekend that Rick could throw a party before the cold really started to settle in. And of course Eddie HAD to go. Not only did he need to re-up his supply, he had promised you that he’d buckle down and get his shit together this year. Well as best as he could. It was his third senior year and he’d be damned to have to go through another year at Hawkins high, especially without you.

The night had started out the same as many of the nights you’d spent down by Lovers Lake at one of Rick’s parties. You’d been mildly drunk off of your favorite wine coolers, ‘bitch beer’ as Eddie had not so affectionately called them, that he had picked up for you on the way because he knew you hated the taste of the cheap beer he drank. Eddie himself had been high as hell on the new shit he’d gotten from Rick once you’d arrived at his house.

People were scattered around the lake shore or dancing by the bonfire, but you weren’t paying them much attention. Your eyes were glued to Eddie’s face as he went on and on about his current campaign for Hellfire, a hint of a smile playing on your lips as you openly admired the passion he had for his nerd things.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” He asks, stopping in the middle of his story when he notices how intently you’ve been watching him in your drunken haze.

The alcohol settling into your stomach warmed the skin of your face, almost embarrassed that you got caught. Most of the time you could control your alcohol induced word vomit, tonight however was not one of those times. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” The words spill from drunken lips before you can stop them.

Eddie lets out a sharp laugh, poking his index finger into your forehead. “You are drunk, m’lady. No more bitch beers for you.”

Grabbing his hand, you use it for stability to pull yourself into his lap, straddling him. This wasn’t exactly a new thing for you, you’d had a comfortably close relationship with Eddie, sitting on his lap, cuddling when you crashed at his trailer sometimes after Corroded Coffin gigs that ran too late for you to try and sneak back into your bedroom, walking through the halls at at school with his arm thrown over your shoulder or around your waist with a hand tucked into your back pocket. But this felt different.

Taking his face between your hands, you look deeply into the golden brown honey of his eyes, doing your best to ignore the building nest of butterflies in your stomach.”Fuck the bitch beer, Ed. I’m being serious here.” Your face feels hot under the intensity of his stare, the alcohol in your stomach building courage. “You are my favorite person on this planet and the best friend I ever had. I wish everyone could see you how I see you, fuck I wish you could see you how I see you. You are beautiful inside and really fuckin hot outside.”

You don’t know if it’s the weed or the alcohol or just how comfortably close you are to each other or who moves first but a moment later Eddie’s lick-chapped lips are pressed against yours softly. Moving your hand up into his hair, you grab a fistful and pull him impossibly closer. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip before pulling it gently between his teeth to nip at it. You can’t stop the gasp that escapes as he kisses his way down your jaw, and lower down your neck, nipping and biting and sucking here and there pulling near-lewd sounds from the depths of your throat.

“Y-you know…” You gasp, as his hands start to roam up to your chest, “You’re … ahh.. So much better at this th-than I… uhm…than I imagined.” You can feel the smirk rising on Eddie’s lips just as easily as you can feel the rising in his pants underneath you.

Your face heats as he pulls away from your neck to look at you, eyes heavy with lust. “You’ve thought about kissing me? You naughty little minx.”

Unable to help the laugh that tumbles from your kiss swollen lips, you drink in the look that he’s been giving you, allowing it to fill you up with a strange boldness. “Have you looked in a mirror lately, Munson? I’ve thought about a whole lot more than kissing you.” Leaning forward again, you capture his lips with your own, allowing your free hand to glide slowly down his covered chest, until the tips of your fingers graze him where his body meets yours. Eddie gasps in your mouth, causing the corners of your mouth to turn up into a smile.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asks, pressing his forehead to yours.

Nodding, you move to press another brief kiss to his neck before nipping at his earlobe. “Somewhere a little more private, but yes. I want to do this. I want you.”

After untangling from each other, you both get to your feet. When Eddie moves to take your hand you let him and grin from ear to ear as he guides you towards his van. It wasn’t ideal but Rick’s house was far too crowded and you were nothing if not impatient.

Standing behind the van, you watch the way Eddie ever so carefully opens the back doors  and lays out the blankets across the old stained and crusted carpet. “I uh, pass out in the van sometimes, when I’m too fucked up to drive home.” He states, as if he needs to explain why he has the blankets to begin with. As if you were unaware. 

When he finishes, he makes his way back towards you, almost nervous, as if you’ve suddenly changed your mind and are going to push him away. All you can do is pull him into you by the fistfulls of shirt that you grab for, sealing your mouths together again, craving the taste of cigarettes, shitty beer, and weed that was Eddie. 

“After you m’lady.” His voice is husky after breaking the kiss, the sound alone sending tingles straight down to your core and the sting of his hand on your ass as you crawled into the back of the van has you dripping for him. The inside of the van is almost completely black in the night, the streetlights faintly shining in through the windshield and a few of the windows. Slowly, you move your hands along the worn, soft blanket until the tips of your fingers brush along Eddie’s denim clad knees. You run your hands up his thighs and he reaches for you, grabbing at your hips to pull you into his lap. You push him onto his back reveling at the feel of his hard length pressing against your clothed center. You feel feral for him, like a fire burning through your veins, absolutely soaked for him and he hasn’t even touched you yet. Letting out a low moan you grind yourself down onto him as his warm hands make their way up under your shirt, gliding up your stomach to your chest. Eddie lets out a groan as you grind down harder onto him.

“Fuuuuck.” He hisses, cupping your chest in his callused hands. You feel like your skin is catching on fire between the alcohol and Eddie’s hands on you. Reaching up, you pull your shirt over your head, unclasp your bra and throw them both somewhere towards the front seat. “Where’s a light when you need one?” Eddie chuckles, pinching your nipples.

“You’re an idiot.” You mumble, leaning down to press your lips to his in a fierce kiss. Kissing Eddie was much better than you’d ever dreamed and so easy it was like you’d done it a million times. The way his tongue danced along yours, teeth nipping at your lips in ways that had you gasping for more. 

How was he so good at this? You couldn’t help but wonder, though it was probably best to not think about that while you were grinding onto his erection with his tongue in your mouth.

His mouth moves from yours, leaving sloppy kisses down your throat to your chest where he pulls a nipple in between his lips. The way he’s lapping at it with his tongue before he bites down onto it has you wreathing on top of him, searching for more friction than what you can get with clothes on.

Pushing yourself back, you reach for his belt, but when he stops you, your breath catches in your throat. Had he changed his mind? You can feel that his body underneath you is definitely on the same page as yours is.

“Not yet…” He whispers, trying to sit back up. “I want to touch you first.” He sounds like a desperate man lost in the desert searching for water. When he pushes to reposition you, you let him, moving to lay where he had just been. A sigh leaves you as he continues to explore your body, eliciting tingles as his fingers caress their way down your stomach until he is unbuttoning your shorts and sliding them off with your panties. You are almost nervous, laying before him stark naked as he parts your legs. You definitely can’t come back from this now. But that thought leaves you as a moan leaves your lips, desperate in sound, as he dips his fingers between your thighs. 

“Fuck princess, you’re drenched.” Eddie pulls away and you whine at the loss of his touch until you hear the clanking of his rings falling to the floor somewhere beside you. There is no warning before his hands are on you again, digits slipping into your wet heat, drawing gasps and moans and his fingers work inside of you. He’s never been this hard in his entire life, the noises you make at his touch has him damn near throbbing inside of his jeans. He’s imagined exactly this so many times while he’s fisted himself in the early hours of the morning when he was lying in bed, unable to sleep but never thought it’d ever really be happening. And if this was the only time you were going to be bared before him, his for the taking, he was going to take his time with you, ensuring it was perfect. He’d make sure to memorize your feel around him and the lewd noises he was pulling from you.

He continues his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you another moment before he pulls them out completely to rub the same slick fingers into your swollen clit. The gasps and way that you mutter ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ as he drives you closer to erupting for him, has Eddie ready to go. Just when he thinks you might be about to cum, he stops and pushes three fingers inside of you this time, working with the way you move against his hand to bring yourself more pleasure. At the sound of his name on your lips, Eddie realizes that’s game over for him, he can never go back, he’ll never live in a world again where he hasn’t touched you, and he doesn’t want to. He brings the thumb of his other hand back to your clit to rub circles into it until your body is jerking under him, screaming for him, with your walls pulsing around his fingers.

It was like an explosion rising up from that bundle of nerves through your entire body as you continue to wreath under Eddie’s hands. When you can’t take it a second longer, you reach down to stop him as you try to steady your rugged breathing. “Are you trying to kill me, Munson?”

And that bastard has the audacity to chuckle. Pushing yourself back into a sitting position, you reach over to force his shirt up and over his head, his belt, jeans, and boxers coming off next. You can see him now that your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, long and thick, a bead of precum dripping from his tip. You waste no time crawling onto him,  grabbing him by the base of his dick, positioning it so that you can sink down right onto it. God, you’d been so worked up that there was no need to take it slowly but still you’d let out a gasp at how well he fills you.

“I think I just died and went to heaven.” Eddie whispers.

Grabbing for his hands, you place them on your chest, encouraging him to play with you while you start to move on top of him. He pinches at your nipples as you ride him, ungodly noises coming from his lip, the mix of the two sending you spiraling until you’re nearly coming again. Pulling you down, he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth again and you can’t help but to grind your clit harder onto his pelvic bone as you move over him. The sensation starts taking over you again, so close, you are so close. Riding him harder still, you let your nails dig on his skin as it starts, moaning and screaming for him as your movements become jerky, stars exploding behind your eyelids as you come apart around him, but he still isn’t done with you yet.

Making sure not to slip out, he pushes to be on top of you, on his knees, he slings your ankles up and behind his head as he digs his fingers into your thighs and starts to thrust into you even deeper than you imagined he could. And it feels too good. And he looks so good taking control that a third orgasam is already creeping up over you. You can tell that he’s close. “Use me, Eddie.” You groan and he starts thrusting harder into you, trying to pull out one last explosion from your body. As it rakes through you, you can feel him pulsing inside of you. Carefully pulling out, he plops over next to you, breathing heavily. You smile as you both lay there, satisfied and spent.

After finding your clothes and redressing, you sit next to Eddie, feet dangling out of the back of the van with a burning cigarette between your fingers as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“That wasn’t weird, right?” You keep your voice soft, scared and waiting. Bringing the cigarette to your lips, you inhale deeply before Eddie plucks it from you, taking in a drag.

“Menthol, really?” He asks, letting out a bitter cough. You roll your eyes, knowing he can’t see it and steal your cigarette back from him.

“They’re better than yours, still taste like ass but not nearly as bad.”

“No…I-uh… I don’t think that was weird.” Eddie was never really the shy type, but something about the shyness in his voice makes your heart flutter. But of course, Eddie wasn’t going to leave it at that. “Never imagined I’d actually fuck you in the back of the van outside of one of Rick’s parties, but it was good. Too good. I think I might be dreaming.” He chuckles.

Moving your head, you sink your teeth into his arm causing him to yelp. “What the hell was that for?”

“To prove that you aren’t dreaming.” You say, nuzzling your head back against his shoulder.

The next morning you’d woken up in your own bed with a killer headache and vague memories of the party down at the lake. Flashes of you and Eddie in the back of the van laced those memories and your face began to heat immediately. What was going to happen now? So, what if you’d had sex with Eddie in the back of the van at a party, at the lake? That didn’t mean shit. Well, it did to you but… sexual tension didn’t necessarily mean that both parties had feelings or wanted something more to come out of it. Maybe it was just a one-time thing and… man, you really hoped not. You had feelings. You wanted something more to come out of it. You didn’t want it to just be a one-time thing. But that wasn’t going to be up to you. That was going to be up to Eddie. If he didn’t say anything or hint at there being something more between you than fine. You’d just… try not to think about the way his mouth feels on your skin when you sat together at lunch. Or how good he is with his fingers when you watch him play his guitar. You weren’t willing to risk your friendship over a one-night stand. You could let things go back to normal. Even if that was the best sex you’d ever had in your entire life. For now, you were just going to sleep the day away, it was Sunday and the boys had band practice today anyway so there was no use in worrying about any of it.

The school day had started off fairly normal. The first few classes of the day went by agonizingly slow, while you sat at your desk thinking about Eddie and wondering how things were going to be between the two of you once you finally saw him again instead of listening to what was coming out of the teachers mouths. Once the bell for lunch finally rings, you let out a slow nervous breath as you make your way out of the classroom to find Gareth waiting for you.

“Where were you Saturday?” You ask, falling in line with his steps as you walk together towards the cafeteria. Gareth had been your neighbor since the fifth grade, though he was a year younger than you were because you’d started school a year later than you should have, you’d become friends quickly. It was through him, back in middle school that you’d met Eddie, when they formed Corroded Coffin. 

The boy next to you let out a huff. “I’m failing Spanish. My mom made me pick between the party or band practice yesterday and the show on Tuesday.”

“And obviously you picked the band over the party, smart choice.” You smile, bumping your shoulder into his. “It was pretty standard for one of Rick’s parties. You didn’t miss much.” You could feel your face start to heat up as you thought about your drunken time in the back of Eddie’s van. 

When you strode through the doors your eyes went straight for the Hellfire table. The freshman boys, Mike and Dustin, were sitting already with Jeff and Eddie who was sitting in his usual place at the head of the table, all talking amongst themselves animatedly. 

Gareth took his usual seat next to Jeff but when you tried to sink into the chair next to him, Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled you down into his lap. 

“Hiya, Princess.” He grinned up at you. Butterflies set off in the pits of your belly, though this action wasn’t exactly unusual. As your best friend Eddie had always been touchy and affectionate, and to the other guys at the table this was completely ordinary and they could have never guessed anything had ever happened between the two of you. 

“Munson.” You greeted him, stealing a chip out of his bag on the table. “How many classes have you skipped today?”

“Technically none.” Eddie said around a bite of his sandwich. 

“Eddie!” You warned. Since it was his third senior year you’d spent it trying to help him keep his grades up and making sure he wasn’t skipping too many classes. 

“I didn’t skip any! I was just late to first period. My alarm clock stopped and I overslept.”

Arching your brows you give him a look, you can feel his entire body stiffen up underneath you, but when you smile he relaxes. 

There’s a sudden movement and a gasp and the next thing you know, Eddie’s arms are around your waist and he’s holding onto you while he stands. Your t-shirt is cold soaked and you realize what’s just happened when you turn around to see one of the jocks standing behind Eddie. Jason and the entire basketball team are laughing at you and Eddie, who looks like he wants to knock out the kid that has already scurried away. 

You reach for Eddie who’s glaring daggers at Jason. “It’s just milk, Eddie. We can just run to the trailer and change. Don’t do something that’s going to get you in trouble.” His breathing has started to steady but he’s still watching the jock table as they continue to laugh. 

“You want something, freak?” Jason’s voice carries over the chattering voices in the cafeteria. 

Turning to look at him, you see that he’s standing now, smirking at the two of you, and something deep in your stomach snaps. Turning on your heel you stalk towards the table, ignoring all of your friends calling after you, begging you to leave it alone. 

“You know,” you smiled widely up at Jason, “I try really hard to keep my boys in line. I tell them to ignore the shit that comes out of your mouth, not to snap…” 

“So what? What are they going to do?” He laughs. “You know, you’re kinda hot. I never did understand why you hang out with the freaks. You could be a good girl, sit next to me.”

You grit your teeth, but your smile stays wide as you place your arms around his neck. You can feel all of your boys eyes on you, glancing over you see Eddie, arms crossed over his milk soaked shirt, fuming. Trying to reassure him with a wink, you bring your eyes back to Jason who’s hands have slipped onto your waist. 

“I’m getting real tired of your shit, Carver. You pull another stunt like that, and you’re going to regret it.” Your voice is soft, sweet, though rage is burning through your belly. 

“What are you-“ he starts confused. With him completely caught off guard, you bring your knee up, right into his groan and drop your arms from him, letting him fall to the ground in pain. 

“Like I said, keep fucking with my boys and you’re going to regret it. Next time, I’ll use a fork.” Spitting at him you walk right towards the door. “Munson, let’s go.” You call behind you without looking back. 

The boys at your table, along with every other kid Jason and his goons have ever tormented whistle and clap. Stopping in your tracks to wait for Eddie to catch up, you dramatically bow towards your table, a smile bright on your face before you and Eddie leave the cafeteria and waltz straight for the exit. 

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie demands, taking long strides to keep up with you. “Hey!”

You’re almost to Eddie’s van when you stop, his hand on your shoulder. “I’m tired of his shit, Eddie! He’s not going to treat you like shit anymore! I’m not going to let him!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Eddie threw his hands in the air, something you couldn’t read hiding behind big doe eyes. “I’m not mad or anything, princess. Honestly I’m pretty impressed. I just didn’t expect you to go off like that, you’re always telling me to cool it.”

“Yeah, well you’ve got a record and I don’t and I didn’t intend to do anything at first… I just snapped.” Your wet shirt is starting to get uncomfortable and cold. “Can we please go now? I want to change.”

The entire drive to Eddie’s trailer was silent. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to DO. The last time he saw you he’d dropped you off at home after Ricks party where he’d fucked you in the van he was driving right now. He’d hardly thought about anything else since. Even during band practice, he could hardly focus. It wasn’t exactly the way he’d wanted to do it, if he’d ever gotten up the courage to try anything. Not in his van, not outside of Rick’s party, and not drunk but he wouldn’t take it back for the world. And now that he’s just seen you take out his arch nemesis with a knee to his manhood, Eddie was about 99.9% sure he’d fallen in love. But he WILL NOT ruin what he has with you. No matter how badly he wants you, he can’t do it. What if you don’t feel the same way as he does? There would be no way to go back to the happy, comfortable way you are with each other. He doesn’t even want to ask. You, you were far too cool to ever be with anyone like him. You had immaculate music tastes, were constantly reading or writing, you were hot af (literally everyone agreed but he tried not to think about that), and even if you did listen to him rant about D&D, it wasn’t really your thing. He wasn’t cool enough to be with you, and he was ‘The Freak’. He’d never blame you for wanting to pretend that it never happened. Drunk people did stuff they regretted all the time.

When you get to Eddie’s trailer you hop out of the van and walk inside, head full of racing thoughts and stomach a chaotic mess of feelings. Eddie’s uncle is sitting on the couch watching TV, but perks up a bit as he sees you standing in his living room waiting for Eddie to get inside. 

“It’s a bit early to be off school for the day, isn’t it?” You’d grown comfortable with each other, you’d been over enough over the years, and he knew you well enough to know that you very rarely ever skipped school, even though it was common for his own nephew. 

“That asshole Carver had one of his goons spill milk all over me and Eddie so we came to change. I kneed him in the nads for talking shit about our golden boy.” You nodded towards Eddie as he walked into the trailer, closing the door behind him. 

“Attah girl.” Wayne smiles, taking a long sip from his beer. 

Eddie pulls you towards his room, closing his door before he peels off his shirt. 

Plopping down on his bed, you finally feel like you can breathe as you watch him dig through the drawers of his dresser for a couple of t-shirts. “You said you weren’t mad.” 

“Hmm?” He asks, tossing you a soft t-shirt. 

Your eyes rake down his bare chest, taking in the small amount of soft hair on his chest, gaze stopping at his happy trail. 

Clearing your throat, you look back up at him. “You said you weren’t mad, but you were. I saw the way you were looking at me when I was talking to Jason. You looked like you were going to strangle someone.”

Eddie is silent for a long moment. He thought he’d hid it better. He was absolutely pissed, but not at you. “I uh-I didn’t like him touching you.” His face flushed, red hot as he looked away from you. 

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips at this. “I didn’t like it either, I feel like I need about 12 showers.”

Eddie laughed and all the tension in the room eased.

:Next Part:

[lena-ashmoor]

COMING SOON!

Eddie Munson x F! Reader

You should have known that catching feelings for Edward Munson would be inevitable. Especially since you had become best friends with him. Sure, Eddie was loud… and boisterous… and dramatic… and kind of a dick sometimes but that was part of the front. That was him giving the people of Hawkins Indiana what they wanted from him, what they expected from a long haired, leather jacket wearing, metal head interested in a fantasy game. Because he was ‘The Freak’. And he played the part WELL. But underneath all of that Eddie Munson was also caring, kind, and passionate.

This will be multi-part and the first part should be out tomorrow sometime!

A couple of things about the reader before we begin.

She's Gareth's neighbor which is how she met Eddie.

He is two years older than she is. They met when she was 13 and he was 15 and the first part of the series takes place when she is 18 and he's 20.

Major idiots-to-lovers.

He thinks she's far too cool for him and she wishes the world could see him through her eyes.

It is going to be 18+.