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I give you…Eddie Munson Collage(?) Anyway he’s fine as FUCK. (Gimme)
Eddie Munson x Best Friend! Reader???
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Roll for Patience🎲
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (Part 5)
Summary - Slow-burn romance in 1986 Hawkins. A new girl transfers to Hawkins High, catching the attention of Eddie Munson and the patient game of hearts begins.
Fluff, slow-burn, no Vecna. Just Hawkins, Hellfire, and a new girl.
Word Count - around 2200✨
Song Inspiration - Two Black Cadillacs by Carrie Underwood released 2014
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The sun hadn’t fully cleared the rooftops when you stepped out of your house, carrying a cardboard box under one arm. Inside, polaroids. Tiny snapshots from a life you weren’t sure you were ready to revisit, but today, you decided, you would.
Outside the school entrance, the Hellfire boys were waiting. You set the box down on the curb.
Gareth squinted. “Uh… what’s that?”
“Old memories,” you said softly, tipping the box open. Polaroids spilled slightly, cheer shots, library scenes, candid photos with friends, a few trophies.
Dustin leaned in eagerly. “Ooooh, lemme see! Lemme see!”
The first picture he pulled out was of you mid-cheer, arms high, grin wide.
Eddie, leaning against the wall, smirked faintly. “Figures.”
Mike picked up another, you buried in books at the library. “You liked reading too?”
You nodded. “Still do.”
Lucas held up a group shot: you with some old guy friends, laughing together. “You were… friends with the boys too?”
“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Some of my best friends. Nothing romantic, just friends.”
Dustin carefully held a prom photo: you in a stunning red-and-black dress, hair and makeup perfect, smiling proudly.
Eddie’s eyebrows rose slightly, eyes lingering on it. “Not bad.”
“Not bad?”
“Decent enough to make me jealous,” he muttered.
Your pulse jumped. “Glad I could intimidate you.”
“Mission accomplished,” he smirked.
Even Jeff and Gareth, usually quick with sarcasm, stayed quiet, flipping through the polaroids slowly. Something softened in their expressions.
Dustin held up a trophy photo. “Okay, this one definitely stays.”
You smiled. “Yeah… some of these are worth keeping.”
Eddie gave a faint nod, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Guess we’re learning more about you than I thought.”
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By lunch, the polaroids had sparked jokes, laughter, and quiet admiration. You slid into your usual spot beside Dustin at the table, and Eddie’s subtle nod across the table made your chest flutter.
“Did she just bring her life story to school?” Gareth muttered, waving a polaroid.
“She did,” Dustin said proudly, nudging you. “And it’s awesome!”
Eddie leaned back, arms crossed, smirking faintly. “Yeah, can’t say I’ve seen anyone make their past this interesting.”
Your cheeks warmed. “I’m happy to entertain you.”
As you ate, Eddie glanced at you now and then. Small moments: a flicker of a smile when you laughed at Dustin’s rambling, a half-raised eyebrow at a sarcastic comment, a protective glance when Gareth tried to poke fun.
It wasn’t overbearing. Just, there. Subtle, careful, attentive.
At one point, you dropped your fork by accident. Eddie’s hand was there in a second to steady your elbow.
“Careful,” he said quietly.
“Thanks,” you mumbled, your stomach twisting.
He shrugged, looking almost bored, but the little crease at the corner of his eyes said otherwise.
Lunch passed slowly. The chatter around you blurred. You caught yourself laughing more freely, trading little jabs with Eddie, teasing him when he muttered something under his breath.
By the time the bell rang, you felt lighter. Somehow, sharing a piece of your past and being noticed, not judged, made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you belonged here.
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The bell rang, and students poured into the hallways. You tucked your books into your backpack and started glancing around for a familiar face. Somehow, Eddie was beside you, walking at the same pace, not intentionally, probably, but somehow fate had a funny way of working.
His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, posture relaxed, but there was a subtle awareness in the way he glanced at you now and then. He wasn’t staring. Just noticing.
“So, Family Video shift today?” he asked casually.
“Yeah,” you said, trying to keep your voice normal. “Steve and Robin are training me on the register. It’s… fine.”
“Fine?” he raised a brow. “That’s it?”
“It’s… fine,” you repeated, a little more firmly, though your heart was still doing somersaults.
Eddie smirked faintly. “Fine’s good. At least you’re not being bored to death by some dumb class.”
You laughed softly, and for a moment, the tension in your chest eased. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, a single dimple showing and you swear your knees wobbled.
“You know,” he said quietly, almost offhand, “I like seeing you… relaxed.”
You froze. “Oh. Uh… thanks,” you mumbled, stomach twisting.
He glanced away, pretending not to notice the color rising in your cheeks.
The walk was slow, interrupted by small talk. Music, homework, Dustin’s latest rambling stories, but the air between you was different now. Calm, heated, mind-ravelling.
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Roll for Patience🎲
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (Part 4)
Summary - Slow-burn romance in 1986 Hawkins. A new girl transfers to Hawkins High, catching the attention of Eddie Munson and the patient game of hearts begins.
Fluff, slow-burn, no Vecna. Just Hawkins, Hellfire, and a new girl.
Word Count - Around 2050✨
Song Inspiration - I Told You Things by Gracie Abrams released in 2024
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Lunch had been normal.
Comfortably so.
You were halfway through your fries, laughing at something Dustin said, when a shadow fell across the table.
“Hey.”
You looked up to see Jason Carver standing there, hands tucked into his jacket, expression open and polite.
Your first thought wasn’t oh no.
It was oh, history class.
“I just wanted to say thanks,” Jason said. “For helping me out the other day. I was kinda lost.”
“Oh,” you said quickly. “Yeah, of course. It was nothing.”
“It wasn’t nothing,” he replied. “I appreciate it.”
He smiled, nodded once, and walked away.
Simple. Normal. Done.
Except the table felt… wrong.
Not quiet exactly. Just tense in a way you hadn’t noticed before.
You turned back to Dustin, still smiling faintly. “Anyway, he just needed-”
No one met your eyes.
Dustin’s grin had vanished. Lucas was staring at his tray. Gareth and Jeff had gone still, like someone had hit pause. Even Grant had stopped writing.
Your stomach dropped.
“What?” you asked, a little too fast. “Why are you all looking like that?”
Eddie hadn’t said anything.
He sat rigid, jaw tight, eyes fixed somewhere past your shoulder like he was deliberately not looking at you.
“Eddie?” you tried.
He finally glanced your way, expression shuttered. “It’s fine.”
It very clearly wasn’t.
Heat crawled up your neck. “Did I- ?”
“No,” Dustin said quickly. Too quickly. “You didn’t do anything.”
That didn’t help.
Your chest tightened, thoughts scrambling. Okay. Okay. Something’s wrong. I don’t know what, but it’s wrong.
The rest of lunch passed in a blur. You laughed when expected, nodded at the right moments, but your attention was split, half on the conversation, half on Eddie, who barely spoke at all.
By the time the bell rang, guilt sat heavy in your stomach.
In the hallway, you finally caught up with Dustin. “What happened?”
He hesitated. “You didn’t know, right?”
“No,” you said immediately. “I swear, I didn’t know.”
He sighed. “Jason and Eddie… don’t get along.”
“Oh.” Your heart sank. “Oh no.”
“It’s not your fault,” Dustin said gently.
“I talked to him. In front of everyone,” you said, horrified. “I thanked him back. I smiled.”
Dustin shrugged. “You were being a decent human.”
“Apparently that’s dangerous here.”
He winced. “Hawkins has… lines.”
You thought of Eddie’s face. The way he’d shut down. The way he’d gone still.
What have I done?
The rest of the day didn’t help.
In English, you reread the same paragraph three times. In math, you missed half the lecture. By the time the final bell rang, your thoughts were spiraling.
Do I apologize? For what? Do I explain? Would that make it worse?
You spotted Eddie near the lockers, laughing quietly at something Gareth said. Relief flickered, until he glanced up, saw you, and looked away.
Your chest ached. Your stomach dropped.
That evening, you sat on your porch steps, knees pulled to your chest, watching the streetlights flicker on one by one.
You replayed the moment over and over. Jason’s polite smile. Eddie’s tightened jaw. The way the table had gone cold.
You hadn’t meant to choose sides.
You hadn’t even known there were sides.
“How do I fix this?” you murmured to the empty street.
Somewhere down the block, a door slammed. A car passed. Life went on.
But the feeling stayed.
Because for the first time since coming to Hawkins, you felt like you’d broken something fragile.
And you weren’t sure how, or if, you were supposed to put it back together.
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You found Eddie the next day by accident.
Which was good, because if you’d had time to plan it, you probably would’ve chickened out.
He was outside the school after last period, sitting on the low concrete wall near the bike racks. He looked relaxed, loose posture, cigarette balanced between his fingers, but the moment he saw you approaching, something in him tightened.
Not hostile.
Just cautious.
“Oh,” he said. “Hey.”
Your heart immediately started sprinting. “Hi. I- um. Do you have a second? Please?”
Eddie glanced around, then nodded once. “Yeah. Sure.”
You stopped in front of him, hands twisting together like they might come undone if you let go.
“I’m so sorry,” you blurted out.
He blinked. “Uh-”
“No, seriously,” you rushed on. “I had no idea. Dustin told me later, and I swear I would never have done that if I’d known and I feel awful and I think I made everything weird and-”
“Whoa,” Eddie said, holding up a hand. “Hey. Slow down.”
You stopped, chest heaving slightly. “I just… I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Eddie studied you for a moment. Not annoyed. Not angry.
Just surprised.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said carefully.
“But I did,” you insisted. “I talked to him. In front of everyone. I smiled like an idiot. I basically-” You made a vague, helpless gesture. “I don’t even know what I did, but I did it.”
Eddie huffed a short laugh despite himself. “You thanked a guy for help.”
“And apparently that’s a crime,” you said miserably.
“Not yours,” he replied. “Mine. Maybe.”
That made you pause. “What?”
He shrugged, eyes dropping to the pavement. “It’s complicated. And it’s not on you.”
Silence stretched between you. The kind that buzzed with unsaid things.
“I just want to fix it,” you said softly. “I’ll do anything.”
Eddie looked up, one eyebrow raising. “Anything?”
“Yes,” you said immediately. “I will buy you whatever you want. Lunch. Dinner. Gas. Dice. A whole new guitar string situation. Name it.”
That did it.
Eddie laughed, properly this time. Head tipping back slightly, shoulders shaking once. The sound eased something tight in your chest.
“You don’t have to bribe me,” he said, amused.
“I absolutely do,” you insisted. “This is my formal apology offering.”
He shook his head, smile lingering. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Is that a no?”
Eddie considered you for a moment, eyes softening. “How about this,” he said. “You don’t buy me anything.”
“But-”
“And,” he continued, “we pretend this whole thing didn’t turn into a big deal.”
You hesitated. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” he said. Then, quieter, “I don’t want you feeling like you have to walk on eggshells around m- us.”
That hit harder than you expected.
“I just don’t want you to think I chose sides,” you said.
Eddie met your eyes then. Really met them.
“I don’t,” he said. “I know who you are.”
Your breath caught.
“Oh,” you said dumbly.
He cleared his throat, shifting his guitar case. “Besides,” he added, tone lighter, “if I let you buy me stuff every time Hawkins politics get messy, I’d be living for free.”
You smiled, relief flooding through you. “So… we’re okay?”
Eddie nodded once. “Yeah. We’re okay.”
A beat passed.
“…Still,” you added quickly, “if you ever want something, the offer stands.”
He smirked. “Dangerous thing to say to a guy like me.”
“I live dangerously,” you said, deadpan.
He laughed again, shaking his head. “Go home,” he said gently. “You’re good.”
As you turned to leave, lighter than you’d felt all day, Eddie called after you.
“Hey.”
You looked back.
“Thanks for caring,” he said.
Your heart did something stupid.
“Always,” you replied.
And as you walked away, you had the strange, certain feeling that you hadn’t fixed everything.
But you’d fixed enough.
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Authors Note - I’m trying to make it semi obvious that Eddie likes Y/N but also trying to make it semi slowburn😮💨.
I have most of the future chapters saved in my drafts so they just need to be edited🥹.
Also you guys can go and read my “Stranger Things boys as boyfriends” headcanons! My requests are open (I’ve never done them before so this should be fun!)
Stranger Things boys as boyfriends (Headcanons)
Boys included - Will, Argyle, and Billy.
Word Count - 480✨
Song Inspiration - False Prophets by A Study in Red released in 2025 (it’s amazing)
Will Byers as a boyfriend -
• Quiet devotion. He doesn’t say much, but he means everything.
• Loves sitting with you while doing separate things, just being near you matters.
• Draws you in the margins of his sketchbooks without realising.
• Gets shy about affection but melts when you initiate it.
• Notices your moods immediately and adjusts himself to support you.
• Holds your hand when he’s overwhelmed, grounding for both of you.
• Soft smiles meant only for you.
• Very “you’re my safe person” energy.
Argyle as a boyfriend -
• Laid-back, comforting, zero pressure.
• Brings snacks everywhere “just in case.”
• Listens to you ramble like it’s the most important thing in the world.
• Uses silly pet names that somehow fit perfectly.
• Gives the best hugs — long, warm, reassuring.
• Makes you feel calm without even trying.
• Always checks in emotionally, even if it’s casual.
• Golden retriever but stoned surfer edition.
Billy Hargrove as a boyfriend -
• He’s rough around the edges, but never rough with you. Ever.
• Acts indifferent in public, but always positions himself slightly in front of you without thinking.
• Doesn’t talk about feelings easily. (shows love by doing things instead.)
• Fixes your bike, your car, your broken tape deck. Doesn’t mention it.
• Gets quieter around you, like he’s afraid of messing things up.
• You’re the only person he lets see when he’s tired or overwhelmed.
• Protective in subtle ways: walking you home, waiting until you’re inside before leaving.
• Struggles with jealousy, but checks himself because he doesn’t want to be “that guy.”
• Softens when you touch his arm or rest your head on his shoulder.
• Late-night drives are his favourite thing with you. music low, windows down, no talking needed.
• Hates arguing with you. Will shut down before he raises his voice.
• Lets you see his scars but doesn’t explain them unless you ask — and even then, only a little.
• You teach him that love doesn’t have to hurt to be real.
• When he finally says “I love you,” it’s quiet, serious, and a little scared.
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Authors Note - The Billy headcanons are definitely more leaning towards AU but again it is just headcanons. For Will and Argyle I honestly didn’t have much😭. Hope you guys enjoy!
And please give me scenarios to do! This is actually really fun✨
Roll for Patience🎲
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (Part 3)
Summary - Slow-burn romance in 1986 Hawkins. A new girl transfers to Hawkins High, catching the attention of Eddie Munson and the patient game of hearts begins.
Fluff, slow-burn, no Vecna. Just Hawkins, Hellfire, and a new girl.
Word Count - Around 2300✨✨
Song inspiration - Summer Of ‘69 by Bryan Adams released in 1984
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Family Video had a way of trapping time.
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, constant and faintly irritating, while the bell above the door rang at irregular intervals. The air smelled like plastic VHS cases and microwave popcorn that had been sitting too long under the warmer. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t exciting.
But it was steady.
You slid a tape into the rewinder, watching it spin fast enough to blur, and let your thoughts drift the way they always did during the quiet parts of a shift.
Robin was perched on the counter, legs crossed at the ankles, reading the back of a movie case with exaggerated seriousness. Steve stood a few feet away, reorganizing a shelf that was already perfectly organized.
“You know,” Robin said suddenly, “this movie claims it’s ‘heartwarming.’ That’s how you know someone cries in it.”
Steve snorted. “That’s not true.”
“Oh, it absolutely is,” she replied. “If a movie says it’s heartwarming, someone’s parent dies, or a dog learns a life lesson.”
You smiled faintly, sliding the tape back into its sleeve.
Family Video had been an accident. A good one. Dustin had dragged you there one afternoon like it was the most obvious thing in the world, introducing you to Steve with too much enthusiasm and Robin with zero warning. Somehow, two days later, you were clocking in for your third shift of the week.
It helped. Having somewhere to be. Something that expected you to show up.
Still, your mind wandered.
It always did, back to Hawkins High, back to that corner table.
Dustin, of course, was the loudest presence in your thoughts. He checked in constantly, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t keep an eye on you. He walked you to school, walked you home, knocked on your door just to tell you something he’d forgotten earlier.
He made Hawkins feel smaller. Safer.
Mike was quieter, but steady. He always made room at the table, always included you in the conversation even when it veered into rapid-fire D&D jargon. When you didn’t understand something, he explained without making it feel like a test.
Lucas noticed things. That was his way of caring. He asked if you’d eaten. Asked how your classes were going. Once, when you looked tired, he slid his drink across the table without a word.
Gareth and Jeff were chaos incarnate, but in a strangely comforting way. Gareth liked to tease, liked to push buttons, but he always checked your reactions first. Jeff explained rules patiently, walked you through dice mechanics like it mattered that you understood.
And Grant, quiet, observant Grant, sat beside you more often than not, notebook always open, scribbling stats or sketches. He didn’t talk much, but he listened. Really listened.
They all cared differently.
You hadn’t realized how much that mattered until now.
“You’re doing the stare again,” Robin said.
You blinked, looking up. “What?”
“The one where your eyes go glassy and you look like you’re narrating a coming-of-age movie in your head,” she said. “It’s very artsy.”
Steve glanced over. “She’s thinking too hard. That’s usually the problem.”
“I’m literally just standing here,” you protested.
“That’s when it happens,” Robin said gravely.
You laughed under your breath, leaning against the counter. “I was just thinking about my friends.”
Steve raised an eyebrow. “The dungeon kids?”
“They’re not just-” you stopped yourself, then sighed. “Yeah. Them.”
Robin’s interest sparked immediately. “Okay but I like them already. Anyone who commits to a theme that hard is my kind of people.”
“They’re good,” you said simply.
The bell chimed, cutting the conversation short. A middle-aged man stepped in, scanning the shelves like he was afraid something might jump out at him. You greeted him automatically, slipping back into the routine.
Check out. Rewind. Shelve.
Still, your thoughts drifted.
And inevitably, they circled back to Eddie Munson.
He didn’t take up space the way the others did. Didn’t demand attention. Didn’t make himself known. He lingered at the edges, watching, listening, noticing.
You’d caught him looking more than once. Never staring. Never obvious. Just present.
He didn’t tease you like Gareth. Didn’t explain things like Jeff. Didn’t chatter like Dustin.
But he always made sure there was room at the table.
Always made sure you weren’t interrupted.
Once, when a comment about Hellfire had turned sharp, Eddie had leaned forward just enough to redirect the conversation. You hadn’t thanked him. He hadn’t looked at you.
But you’d noticed.
“Earth to new girl,” Steve said, waving a hand in front of your face. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you said quickly. “Just thinking.”
Steve nodded, expression softer. “Hawkins does that.”
Later, during a lull, Robin leaned over the counter. “You’re settling in,” she said.
“I think so.”
She smiled. “That’s how it starts. Quietly.”
The shift ended with the sun low in the sky, light spilling through the front windows in warm streaks. You clocked out, pulled on your jacket, and stepped outside into the cooling air.
Dustin was already there, bike tipped against the curb, grinning like he’d been waiting all day.
“Walk home?” he asked.
“Always.”
As you headed down the street, you thought about your house waiting for you. The lights. The quiet. The way Hawkins was slowly, carefully making space for you.
And somewhere, just out of sight, Eddie Munson existed. Patient, unreadable, unhurried.
Like he was rolling the dice.
And willing to wait for the outcome.
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Dustin found the tape in the last box.
The one marked MISC. in uneven black marker, shoved into the corner of your living room like it had been forgotten on purpose. The house was quieter now, most of the boxes gone, furniture finally in place, the late afternoon sun slanting through the windows.
Dustin sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by old notebooks and tangled cords, rifling through the box with the kind of curiosity only he possessed.
“Hey,” he said suddenly. “What’s this?”
You were in the kitchen, wrestling with a stubborn cabinet door. “If it’s another extension cord, throw it-”
“No,” he interrupted. “It’s a tape.”
Your stomach dropped.
You stepped into the doorway just as he lifted it fully into the light. The label was handwritten, slightly smudged with age.
[Your Old School’s Name] — Varsity Cheer, 1985
Dustin blinked. Once. Twice.
“…You were a cheerleader?”
You closed your eyes. Just briefly. “Put it back.”
He looked from the tape to you, disbelief written all over his face. “You never said you were a cheerleader.”
“It never came up.”
“This is not a ‘never came up’ thing,” he said. “This is a you did not disclose vital information thing.”
You crossed your arms. “It was a year ago.”
“You’re eighteen.”
“Exactly.”
Dustin grinned like he’d just uncovered buried treasure. “Do you have a VCR?”
You sighed. “Dustin-”
“Yes or no.”
Fifteen minutes later, the tape was in the VCR you’d inherited with the house, humming softly as it rewound.
The screen flickered to life.
Static buzzed, then cleared.
A football field filled the frame. Stadium lights. A crowd roaring in the background.
And then-
“Oh,” Dustin breathed.
There you were.
Hair pulled back, uniform crisp, movements sharp and confident. You smiled on screen, bright and sure, lifting another girl into the air like it was nothing. You hit every move cleanly, landed every jump perfectly.
You didn’t look unsure.
You didn’t look lost.
You looked… powerful.
“That’s you,” Dustin said quietly, like he was afraid to break something.
You leaned against the wall, arms wrapped around yourself. “Yeah.”
“You were really good.”
You swallowed. “I know.”
The tape rolled on. Chants, stunts, the crowd reacting to you. Dustin didn’t say anything for a long moment.
Then, softer, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You hesitated. “It just… feels like another life.”
The tape clicked to a stop.
The front door creaked open not long after, Eddie Munson’s voice carrying in from the hallway.
“Henderson, if you’re stealing her snacks again-”
He stopped short when he saw the TV.
Paused mid-frame, you were frozen in motion, mid-jump, hair flying, confident smile caught forever.
Eddie stared.
Not amused. Not mocking.
Just stunned.
“…Huh,” he said quietly.
Dustin looked between the two of you. “Did you know she was a cheerleader?”
Eddie’s eyes shifted to you. Slow. Careful.
“No,” he said. Then, after a beat, “Can’t say I did.”
You braced yourself for a comment.
A joke.
Something sharp.
Instead, Eddie nodded once, almost to himself. “Takes a lot of work,” he said. “People think it’s easy. It’s not.”
Your chest tightened.
He met your eyes briefly, really looked at you and then glanced away, like he’d said more than he meant to.
“Guess you’ve got layers,” he added lightly.
Dustin beamed. “Told you she was cool.”
Eddie smirked faintly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I’m starting to see that.”
And just like that, something shifted.
Not loud.
Not obvious.
Just different.
Like Eddie Munson had rolled the dice again.
And gotten a result he hadn’t expected.
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Authors Note - I keep on bringing up the dice because of the entire “Roll for Patience” but I’m not entirely sure if I like it.
Also this is actually two chapters that I smushed together. So I hope it’s good🤍.
With Robin and Steve I tried to show their friendship like it is in the show but it’s actually kinda hard. I’m trying🥹.
Roll for Patience🎲
Eddie Munson x Reader (Part 2)
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Part 1 here🤍
Summary - Slow-burn romance in 1986 Hawkins. A new girl transfers to Hawkins High, catching the attention of Eddie Munson and the patient game of hearts begins.
Fluff, slow-burn, no Vecna. Just Hawkins, Hellfire, and a new girl. Definitely ooc but I’m trying🤍
Word Count - Around 820
Song Inspiration - Come Said The Boy by Mondo Rock released in 1984
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Hawkins didn’t feel real yet.
It felt borrowed, like a place you were staying temporarily, waiting for someone to tap you on the shoulder and say there’d been a mistake. But the house said otherwise.
It sat just two streets over from Dustin Henderson’s, a modest little place with peeling white paint, a beaten up porch step, and a backyard that desperately needed mowing. It wasn’t big. It wasn’t fancy. But it was yours. Bought outright with your grandparents’ inheritance. Money that still felt strange in your hands, heavy with memory.
You stood in the empty living room the first night, boxes stacked unevenly around you, the hum of the fridge echoing through the space.
Alone.
Not lonely. Just… alone.
There was something freeing about it.
The next morning, your doorbell rang at exactly 9:03 a.m.
You opened it to find Dustin Henderson on your porch, beaming like he’d just won the lottery.
“You live here,” he said, staring past you like the house might disappear. “Like—actually live here.”
“Yes, Dustin,” you said dryly. “That’s what buying a house means.”
“This is so cool,” he breathed. “You’re basically my neighbor. We can walk to school together. And—oh! Oh!” He snapped his fingers. “You have to meet Steve.”
That was how you ended up at Family Video two days later.
Steve Harrington leaned against the counter like it was a personality trait, arms crossed, sunglasses perched on his head even though it was indoors. Robin Buckley was mid-rant behind the register, gesturing wildly with a VHS tape.
“So then he says-” Robin stopped when she saw you. “Oh. New human.”
“This is my friend,” Dustin announced proudly. “She just moved here. She’s graduating this year. She’s cool.”
Steve squinted at you. “Dustin thinks everyone’s cool.”
Robin leaned over the counter. “You seem normal enough. That’s rare.”
You laughed despite yourself.
By the end of the week, you had a job.
Minimum wage, sticky floors, rewinding tapes—but it was yours. Steve showed you how not to jam the rewinder, Robin taught you how to spot bad customers, and Dustin visited so often Steve threatened to charge him rent.
School settled into something almost comfortable.
Your classes weren’t bad. You made friends quicker than you expected—girls who shared notes with you, a guy in English who lent you a pen and never asked for it back, people who didn’t treat you like a ghost or a spectacle.
You sat with them sometimes.
But most days, you still ended up at the Hellfire table.
Eddie Munson didn’t say much to you. Not really. He watched. Leaned back. Listened when you spoke, even when you weren’t speaking to him. Sometimes your eyes would meet across the table his dark, curious, unreadable and he’d look away first.
Dustin noticed everything.
“You know,” he said one afternoon as you walked home together, backpacks slung over your shoulders, “Eddie doesn’t usually like new people.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” you replied.
Dustin grinned. “That’s because he does.”
You rolled your eyes, but your stomach did something annoying anyway.
At night, your house felt quieter. You cooked simple meals, listened to the radio, unpacked box by box. Sometimes you sat on the porch steps and watched the streetlights flicker on, the neighborhood settling around you like it was deciding whether to accept you.
So far, it seemed to be leaning yes.
And somewhere between late shifts at Family Video, lunch table dice rolls, and Dustin knocking on your door like it was his own, you realized something important.
You weren’t just passing through Hawkins.
You were building a life here.
Sometimes you missed your old friends, your old life. Yet a part of you was happy to move on.
And Eddie Munson, whether he meant to or not, was already part of it.
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Authors note: This was actually really fun to write. Some of the chapters are already lined up in my notes app so they just need to be edited.🤍🤍
I’m trying to make Eddie x Reader a slowburn and actually pace it out. So let me know what you guys think!
Queerbaiting in 2025 -
The type of queerbaiting we had in 2016 -
Stranger Things boys as boyfriends (Headcanons)
Boys included - Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, Lucas, and Mike.🤍🤍🤍
Word Count - 444✨
Song Inspiration - Shot in the Dark by Ozzy Osbourne (🕊️) released in 1986
Steve Harrington as a Boyfriend -
• 100% the “walk you to class even if it makes him late” guy.
• Pretends he’s chill but is actually constantly checking if you’re okay.
• Carries extra snacks “just in case” (they’re always your favourites)
• Gets defensive fast if anyone talks down to you.
• Lets you borrow his jackets and then complains lovingly when you stretch them out.
• Surprisingly good listener, remembers tiny details you mentioned weeks ago.
• Falls asleep first during movie nights, arm slung around you without realising.
Eddie Munson as a Boyfriend -
• Calls you things like “sweetheart,” “angel,” or “trouble” without thinking.
• Acts cocky but is secretly terrified of messing things up with you.
• Makes you mixtapes and is VERY serious about the song order. (Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, and obviously Metallica)
• Defends you like it’s his full-time job.
• Loves when you sit with him during Hellfire, even if you don’t fully get it
• Notices when you’re uncomfortable and immediately redirects attention
• Looks at you like you’re something unreal “How did I get this lucky?” (With the most goofy looking grin on his face.)
Jonathan Byers as a Boyfriend -
• Quiet, steady, always there.
• Shows affection in small ways - fixing things, walking you home, lending you his headphones.
• Takes photos of you when you’re not looking. (only the gentle, happy moments)
• Makes you feel safe without being overbearing.
• Would rather listen to you talk for hours than talk about himself.
• Gets overwhelmed sometimes, but never pulls away from you.
• Loves calm, late-night conversations more than anything.
Mike Wheeler as a Boyfriend -
• Awkward but very sincere.
• Writes you notes instead of saying things out loud at first.
• Gets jealous but tries hard not to be unfair about it.
• Wants to be included in your world the same way he wants you in his.
• Talks about the future like it’s a real, possible thing.
• Loyal to a fault, once he chooses you, that’s it.
• Defends you even when his voice shakes.
Lucas Sinclair as a Boyfriend -
• Practical, caring, quietly romantic.
• Notices when you’re tired before you say anything.
• Encourages you without pushing.
• Protective but respectful, trusts you to handle yourself.
•Will absolutely brag about you when you’re not around.
• Loves simple dates: walks, arcade games, sitting together doing nothing.
• Always has your back, no questions asked.
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Authors note - Hello Hello! 2nd post and this was so fun to think about and write. I was going to do Dustin and Billy as well but I couldn’t think of much. Maybe I should do a part 2? Give me your thoughts!
Roll for Patience🎲
Eddie Munson x Reader (Part 1)
Summary - Slow-burn romance in 1986 Hawkins. A new girl transfers to Hawkins High, catching the attention of Eddie Munson and the patient game of hearts begins.
Fluff, slow-burn, no Vecna. Just Hawkins, Hellfire, and a new girl. Definitely ooc but I’m trying🤍
Word count: around 900
Song inspiration - (I Just) Died in Your Arms by Cutting Crew released in 1986🤍🤍
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Hawkins High smells like floor cleaner and old paper.
It’s the first thing you notice when you step through the front doors, schedule folded tight in your hand. The building feels settled, comfortable in the way only a place that never changes can be. Everyone moves like they already know where they’re going.
You don’t.
Mid-semester transfers stick out. You can feel it in the way a few people glance up from their lockers, eyes lingering just long enough to register you as new.
You keep walking.
Your first class is Advanced English. Senior-level, according to your schedule, though when you step inside, it’s immediately clear that “senior-level” is more of a suggestion than a rule. A few younger students sit scattered between older ones, books already open, notebooks half-filled.
The bell rings just as you reach the door.
“Ah yes?” the teacher says, looking up. “You must be the transfer.”
You give him your name. He nods, scans the room, then gestures toward an empty desk.
“Take the open seat. Next to Henderson.”
The boy beside the desk turns around immediately, curls bouncing as he grins at you.
“Hi,” he whispers, like he’s been waiting all day. “I’m Dustin. You’re new.”
You set your bag down and slide into the chair. “That obvious? I’m (Your Name) by the way.”
“A little,” he admits. “But that’s okay. New is good. Where’d you come from?”
He asks it like he genuinely wants to know.
You answer quietly. He listens—actually listens—nodding along, asking follow-up questions, reacting like your answers matter. When the teacher starts talking, Dustin keeps leaning over to whisper commentary about the book, the class, and the unfairness of pop quizzes.
You don’t mind.
By the end of the period, he’s already filled you in on:
which teachers are strict
which ones don’t care
and which bathrooms to avoid
When the bell rings, Dustin packs up fast.
“So,” he says, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, “what’re you doing for lunch?”
You hesitate. You hadn’t really thought about it.
“I don’t know yet.”
“Well,” he says brightly, “you don’t have to sit alone. You can if you want, but you don’t have to. We sit in the corner.”
“We?”
“My friends,” he says. Then, after a pause: “They’re… different. But they’re cool. Promise.”
The cafeteria is loud in a way that makes your head buzz. Trays clatter, chairs scrape, and the room hums with conversation layered on conversation. You follow Dustin past the centre tables, past the popular kids and the athletes, all the way to the far corner.
That’s where you see him.
Eddie Munson looks older than everyone else in the room and not just because he is. He’s leaned back in his chair, boots stretched out, dark hair falling into his eyes as he laughs at something one of the others says. He looks comfortable here, like the corner belongs to him.
Around him were his friends: Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Gareth, Jeff… and Randy, a quiet kid with a crooked grin and a notebook full of dice rolls.
“This is Hellfire,” Dustin said, gesturing to the group. “That’s Eddie, Mike, Lucas, Gareth, Jeff… and Randy.”
You offered a tentative smile. Mike nodded at you with a friendly grin. Lucas gave a small, evaluating raise of his eyebrow. Gareth and Jeff glanced over, shrugging slightly. Grant peeked up from his notebook, curiosity written across his face. Eddie’s eyes lingered on you, sharp and unreadable.
Sharp. Curious. Immediately guarded.
“What’s this?” he asks, nodding toward you.
Dustin doesn’t hesitate. “This is (Your Name). She transferred.”
Eddie’s gaze lingers. He takes you in slowly, like he’s checking for a trick.
“And why,” Eddie says carefully, “is she sitting with us?”
You answer before Dustin can. “If that’s an issue, I can move. I don’t want to disturb you guys.”
Your voice stays even. You’re not offended, just practical.
That seems to catch Eddie off guard.
He studies you again, brows knitting slightly, like he can’t quite figure you out. Dustin looks between the two of you, clearly concerned.
“No! She can stay,” Dustin insists.
Eddie exhales through his nose. “Relax. I’m not kicking her out.” He gestures lazily at the empty chair. “Sit if you want. Your funeral.”
It’s not welcoming.
But it’s not rejection either.
You sit.
Conversation resumes in pieces. Dice appear. Someone complains about a campaign. Eddie leans forward despite himself, voice animated as he launches into an argument about rules and strategy.
You don’t understand everything they’re talking about.
But you understand passion.
You understand the way Eddie’s voice changes when he talks about something he loves. You laugh when he makes a ridiculous sound effect—quietly, genuinely.
Eddie notices.
Later, someone at a nearby table mutters something under their breath. Eddie stiffens instantly, shoulders tightening.
You don’t react.
You keep listening to Dustin talk about radios and science camp and something that went wrong with a soldering iron.
That’s what finally shifts something.
When the bell rings, Eddie stands first. He grabs his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder, then pauses.
“You graduating this year?” he asks, almost casually.
“Yes.”
“Huh.” He nods. “Hawkins doesn’t usually let people leave without a fight.”
You shrug. “Guess I’ll see.”
Eddie watches you for a second longer than necessary.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “Guess you will.”
As you walk out with Dustin, you feel it—that subtle change.
You’re still new.
Still an outsider.
But now, you’ve been noticed.
And in Hawkins, that means everything.
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Authors Note - yes I knows it’s very short but this is my first x reader chapter ever so bare with me😮💨
As I said before definitely ooc.
A few notes - Grant is the name I’ve given to “Freak 1” who is the guy that Eddie is talking to in this scene. (It’s the actors name so why not.)
There is also no vecna, upside down, or even Henry creel in this story, just a 1980s love story.
I would love some Eddie headcanons and any ideas you guys may have🤍
