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I love the first one, bc to the average person it seems to far fetched, but to music nerds like myself 😅 we all know the geek comes out when we start learning stuff we love, specially when we start learning entire albums because they’re just that fucking good
Summary: Who the hell is Reefer Rick? And why the HELL is Eddie Munson dating her?
Warnings: Uhh idk drug use? But I mean come on…it’s Eddie,
Word Count: 1.6k
Note: Slight change event order for the drug deal scene. Reader is Eddie’s age, this part ends in angst but don't worry part two ends in a happy note.
“Afternoon” your whimsical voice wafted through the silenced woods, dragging out the word as you made your way towards Eddie, who was sitting on the infamous wooden table, the one you had spent most of your high school years on. As far you could remember the table had always been abandoned, which made it the perfect spot for you and Eddie to commune. The table held so many memories, your first kiss, which coincidentally was with each other during freshman year, the initials that you and him had carved there sophomore year, on your one year anniversary. To say you adored this place and the man that was currently located there was an understatement.
“Oh thank fuck,” he huffed out, dramatically dropping his head but opening his arms towards you as if he was offering you a grand sacrifice. “Missed you so much.” Eddie’s words were a little muffled as he finally was able to get a good hold of you, making you giggle with how swiftly he pulled you towards him, his cheek pressing right to your stomach as he hugged you close to him. “Aw baby.” you cooed, bringing him closer to you and rubbing his shoulders, the tension in his body slowly melting away as you worked his muscles, the palms of your hands cupping the sides of his neck to make him look up at you, pretty little coffee colored eyes winking at you as he smiled lazily. You leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead, then his nose and jokingly avoiding his lips as you kissed his chin last.
“You know, not giving your boyfriend a kiss is a felony.” he whined, puckering his lips up at you as he gave your body a squeeze. His words drew a miniscule, breath laced laugh from your throat, your boyfriend’s dramatic antics always having a special part in your heart. “Hm, damn, maybe I should give him a kiss, don’t really feel like going to court.” you winked, finally letting your neck fall to meet his pink lips. Kissing Eddie was something you never got used to, even 5 years after you made it official it still never registered just how beautiful it felt. His mouth working against yours, tongue peaking out to swipe at your lip from time to time.
“I have this deal and then Hellfire tonight. I can drop by and spend the night if you want? I was thinking maybe we could, I dunno have a day to ourselves tomorrow.” Eddie’s soft words lulled your eyes closed, relishing in the feeling of being together, seeing as majority of the week you had seen very little of each other. The idea was appealing, you had been talking about going to a good little store a few towns over, the idea that you could maybe find a few good posters or maybe some good cassettes to listen to painting a little grin on your face. “I’ll pick you up, yeah? I got a few things to drop off for Wayne.” the easy smile on your lips broke when you heard the rustle of some leaves, the unmistakable crunch of some thin twigs announcing the entrance of a girl you had….mixed feelings for.
Your neck cranes upwards, a small sigh mixed with an annoyed groan leaving your lips as you reach for the blunt that's neatly placed behind your ear, your fingertips grasping a hold of the paper as the other hand reaches to your jean’s back pocket for your lighter.
“Um…I’m sorry if this is a bad time. I can come back!” Eddie’s hand leaves you a little too quickly for your liking, both of you stepping to the opposite sides as you place the rolled up plant between your lips, your dominant hand flicking to spark up the lighter and encinerate the opposite end of the small cylinder, while the other reaches up to cup around the small flame that sizzles as it begins to burn the tail end of your blunt.
“No, no you’re fine you’re fine.” Eddie’s words are quick, that hint of nervousness that you’ve come to pick up from his voice so easily spotted as you shoot him a slight glare. But his eyes are trained on the small blonde that’s before both of you, her thin, cheerleader uniform clad frame almost looking pathetic between the two of you, who so similarly shared styles. It didn’t take a genius to feel the tension, especially when Chrissy Cunningham looked like a trembling squirrel, her hands clasped right above her abdomen as she nervously shifted the weight of her body between her feet.
“I’ll see you back at the trailer Eds.” you mumbled, shooting Chrissy a neutral look as to not scare her and with your words so did a puff of white smoke trail out, huffing to get most of it out before inhaling again and walking off. It’s not that you wanted to be bitchy with her, but something about Chrissy’s willingness to stick by absurdities while presenting the image of a soft, kind girl didn’t sit right with you. It didn’t help that you had previously worked for her father, who albeit better than her mother was no angel himself.
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Back in Eddie’s trailer you bid Wayne goodbye, making sure he had a good helping of food for his break. “Thank you for the food kiddo.” he smiled, before making his way to his truck and shortly after exiting the trailer park. It warmed your heart that he had been so gracious of you, being like your father figure for all these years that you had known the Munson’s. You knew he reciprocated the feelings too, many a drunk night confessing to you through slurs that he couldn’t pick a better girl to be with his Eddie, that he was so glad the kid had found something so real so early.
But your blissful thoughts were interrupted by the hard to miss roar of Eddie’s beat up old van, the shaky motor rumbling through the park and the faint sound of music that absolutely blared from his speakers. You could hear his van park in the front, high fiving yourself for having taken the spot in the back of the trailer to make sure he didn’t accidentally run over a poor racoon trying to get behind. Your mind shifted smilingly, knowing that you had a pretty fun night planned, even if it really only meant sitting in your pjs and ordering a gigantic pizza and wings. But as long as Eddie was there, it didn’t matter. A night with him and the promise of a date tomorrow after so much time was what kept you on your toes for the entire evening and now that he was home you could finally put away any worries of what the week had brought.
However your giddiness was short lived, when you looked up only to meet the reluctant entrance of the one and only Chirssy Cunningham, your boyfriend pushing her right along as he closed the door, only pausing when he met your fuming gaze.
He looked like a deer in head lights, his dumb brown eyes popping wide open as he froze for a sec, his hand stiff on Chrissy’s shoulder, the leverage he’d been using to push her inside so they wouldn’t bump into eachother. Eddie’s other hand was still on the door knob, even if the door was already closed. Chrissy, on the other hand, looked as if she’d shit her little mini cheerleader skirt any time now, knowing that this wasn’t a good look for the boy behind her. Coming home late at night, dragging inside some girl that he didn’t really have any business being around, his girlfriend of god knows how many years sitting on the couch with a beer and no context as to why said cheerleader was being ushered into her boyfriend’s home.
You couldn’t help the boiling rage that was now seething from deep inside your chest cavity, your fingers gripping the bottle’s neck so fucking tight that you thought you might just break the whole thing. There was a small tremble that suddenly overtook your body, the need to hit something or maybe yell obscenities at the two stunted figures before you rising with every passing moment. What was he doing with her? What were they doing in his trailer? Why so late at night? You weren’t normally a jealous person, but something about Chrissy in the living room that you had previously been the only constant feminine figure in was starting to make your hands and fingers itch.
But you just slammed the beer bottle right down on the floor picking up your keys in a swift motion and rising from the sofa, your feet stomping through the small hallway that leads to Eddie’s room and the back exit of the trailer. It wasn’t fair, you knew that trying to start something would just end with you beating the poor blonde to a pulp in the middle of the Munson’s living room. Either way, your relationship was at risk, the thought that Eddie might throw it all away…nearly 6 years of being each other’s lovers. For someone like Chrissy Cunningham?
Next thing you knew you slammed the door behind you, your keys eagerly being pushed into its designated hole as you gripped the wheel maliciously, ignoring the burn in your eyes and the tremor of your arms as you immediately roared out of the park, without care that your car hadn’t had a time to start up. You didn’t know what was worse, the fact that you nearly ran over too many bikes while speeding away into the night and towards your old hideout, or the fact that even if you didn’t see it, you knew.
Eddie didn’t even follow you out.
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Hey guys, so sorry for being inactive for this past week, my schedule got kinda hectic and i currently have 30+ works in progress (which include your requests) thanks for being patient!
Summary: Every time you encountered Eddie Munson you dreaded what was to come. You weren’t particularly clumsy, neither was he, so how in the ever loving fuck was it that he always managed to somehow cause a mini train wreck every time you were around him.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 3.4k
One:
The cafeteria was completely immersed in talk of the new upcoming championship game, everyone wanted to see the Hawkins Tigers win a title after being in a rather mediocre streak for the past few years. You, on the other hand, had a much different lunch period than what everyone else had. As you walked through the tables of cliques you eyed everyone, the geeks and nerds, the party goers, athletes and the nearby table of cheerleaders. The semi normal people, the ones who weren’t extremely popular but also weren’t exactly at the bottom of the Hawkins High food chain. The loners, the ones who had purposefully decided to isolate themselves in hopes that maybe high school would pass by without inconveniencing them anymore. Then, by the windows you spotted your main target. The Hellfire Club.
Heyy so sorry about your break up but hey hot girl summer. Anyways can I make a request for plus sized fem!reader x Eddie Munson. Him showing her that he doesn’t care what she looked like and all that jazz. Feel better 😽
Precious (Eddie Munson x plus sized!reader)
Warnings: Body image issues, mentions of food restriction, slight mention of maybe some action.
Word Count: 2k
Eddie couldn’t wait to get his hands on you. After so many practices and a shit ton of planning for Hellfire, he finally had the time to spend a full weekend with you. It just made it even better that your parents had left for just a little under a week, meaning the entire weekend could be spent in each other's arms, wasting the hours entangled in a cocoon of love and adoration, Eddie’s giddy mannerism visible a mile away. He was hoping to spend this friday’s evening simply resting on your chest, or maybe have you curled up on his lap while the two of you watched whatever the fuck Robin and Steve had recommended at the Family video, maybe even get himself some lucky time with you. Truly he couldn’t be more excited.
Hearing his van pull up you perked up, turning the stove off and pouring the hot water that had been previously boiling into a long pitcher with some sweet flavored tea to leave cooling for tomorrow's iced tea batch. You placed your hands over the steaming liquid, chasing away the early December cold from your hands as you heard the door open, heavy footsteps following and closing in on the room you were currently standing in as the lock was heard being placed, a grin spreading itself naturally on your face.
“My queen! I have returned!” Eddie yelled, dramatically jogging to the kitchen, and setting down a bunch of bags on the table before slumping on the kitchen’s refrigerator, holding his hand tightly to his chest. He looked at you with a look of desperation, facial features twisting to form an incredibly exaggerated face of exhaustion. “C’mere baby, I’m in serious need of some lovin.” he smirked, finally standing to his full height, lanky limbs allowing him to be a good few inches taller than you. You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up in your throat, walking slowly and tauntingly as he whined, making those adorable grabby hands. In a flash he ran to you, grasping your body close to his and encasing you in his musky aroma, his hair tickling you as your arms wrapped around his waist.
“Got’cha pretty girl.” he whispered, arms around your neck as his hand slowly made its way to your chin, lifting it slightly to pucker his lips towards yours. “Mm, looks like it huh?” you smiled, closing your eyes and feeling his pretty kisses, all over your face and finally, on your lips, your mouth moving in sync with his as he pressed his hand to your cheek, his other one dropping to your lower back and pressing you even further into him, your frames molding to each other’s silhouette, warmth spreading all over your chest.
“I got us the munchies, some movies, snacks for later and I also got some of that pie that we get down at Tony’s” he smiled, pulling apart from you only slightly so that his words wouldn’t slur against your lips. Your smile dropped slightly, but you fully broke away, turning to the sink. “Yeah, okay baby you can go put the stuff in my room, I’ll bring plates and cups.” you said, leaning over the small cave in the counter. He came up behind you, kissing the top of your head and then placing his hand right over your tummy, kissing your cheek. “I’ll be waiting for you then.” he said, the rustle of plastic wafting through the space as you heard him leave the room, treading hastily to your bedroom on the second floor.
You couldn’t help the slight tremble that made your elbows give out slightly. A deep breath being taken right into your lungs as you closed your eyes momentarily. Opening them again only to reach to the small door right in front of you and swinging it open, reaching for two plates and another couple of plastic cups for you and your Eddie. Your stomach twisted as you made your way up to where Eddie was. Your feet entered the room, bending your leg once you were inside to fully close the door, a habit that you knew you didn’t exactly have to keep up since no one would be in your home other than you and your boyfriend for the next few days.
A grin couldn’t be helped as you saw your pretty boy, rummaging through a KFC bag and pulling out a fry that he quickly popped into his mouth, turning his big floof of hair towards you and looking at you with slightly wide eyes as a smile crinkled the sides of his cheeks, a dimple winking at you from his face before he laughed. “Couldn’t help myself babe. But look,” he said, showing you the cover of a film, likely whatever Steve and Robin had put on his check out list. It was a copy of Chainsaw Massacre, a film you both loved due to its very comical depiction of horror, well comical according to Eddie.
“Least they didn’t put some random fucking animal documentary.” he laughed, chewing the fry in his mouth and going over to your TV stand to start putting the tape in so you two could comfortably watch it. You took a moment to look at him. His hair was less frizzy than usual, probably because the cold really did help his brown curls, he had kicked off his boots, leaving him in just his jeans and beloved Hellfire shirt, his leather jacket and patch vest neatly placed on top of the chair in front of your desk. His ringed fingers toyed with the player, back hunched as he bent to get a better view of all the buttons. “If you keep staring at me I’ll get a boner princess.” he laughed, not taking his eyes off the player but feeling your intense stare.
“Didn’t realize looking at my boyfriend was a crime.” you whispered, setting the plates at the edge of your bed, and taking a crossed legged seat on your mattress. Another laugh, and you heard a click as he pressed play, allowing the beginning of the movie to start. Eddie walked over, placing the food in the middle of the bed and taking out pieces of fried chicken, allowing them to rest on their respective plates as he poured some fries into your plate first, setting the second half on his and grabbing ketchup packets from the bottom of the bag. “Got mash in there too if you want it.” he spoke, words slightly muffled by the packet of condiment between his teeth as he ripped it, spreading the red sauce on a place where he could successfully bite without making a big mess. “Okay.” you smiled, his hand quickly pulling you towards him as the movie started.
Nearly 15 minutes in and he had already finished his piece and some fries, your plate still nearly full as you toyed with a little piece of french fry, having only eaten maybe a couple, your piece of chicken still intact. You hoped he wouldn’t notice, but you knew it was inevitable, especially when he looked over at you, frowning. “What's wrong.” he said, scrambling off to pause the film before pushing the meal to the side and sitting on his knees before you.
“What do you mean?” you asked, faking an innocent little miniature smile as you tilted your head towards him. “Don’t do that baby, you know what I mean. I bring over a tub of your favorite chicken and you can barely touch it? So tell me, what’s wrong, is it midterms?” he asked, placing his hands on your thighs, making your cringe a little. He noticed it, looking down at your bottom half, which was exposed to him from your sleeping shorts, giving them a small squeeze.
You couldn’t keep up with his intense stare, opting to fidget with your hands instead, picking at a little scab you had on your thumb. You could feel his intense gaze on you, much like he had felt yours on him prior to settling down. It was useless to try and fight it, knowing Eddie he’d probably drop it when hell froze over. But you couldn’t bring yourself to admit exactly what it was, choosing a more subtle approach.
“It’s just, ya know. Maybe I should cut back on the junk food a little.” you shrugged, looking up at him momentarily but quickly looking away as he frowned, leaning towards you a little. “The hell are you talking about.” his voice was truly just above a whisper, confused as to why you would say something like that.
“Well, you know. I mean look at me. Wouldn’t hurt to cut a couple of pounds.” you whispered, feeling the slightest hint of tears hitting your eyes, just small enough to blink back before he could see the fall. Eddie was taken aback, his heart breaking as he looked at the girl he loved, hiding herself more and more from him as his silence filled the room like a stone clogging a small little stream of water. He felt horrid, not knowing when these thoughts had started festering in your mind, but hating himself for not noticing when it happened, allowing them to simmer in your brain and influence your actions. He could have that, pulling you towards your door, where your full view mirror hung.
“Who’s that in the mirror?” he whispered, forcing you to look at him through the reflection as he wrapped his arms around you, settling his chin on your shoulder, allowing his brown mop of hair to settle between you and him. “It’s us.” you said, now it was your turn to be confused, why was he doing this.
“Damn right it’s us. Eddie and Y/N, my Y/N, my beautiful,” he paused to place a kiss on your shoulder, “Perfect,” another small one on your neck, and lastly one on your cheek as he finished his sentence, “Amazing girlfriend.”
You wiggled slightly in his warm embrace, feeling the trace of a small grin growing on your face. He spoke again, “I don’t care what the fuck caused this pretty little head of yours to think that. Look at me.” he said plainly, forcing you to lock an intense stare with him through the reflective surface of your mirror. “But it’s all bullshit. Bullshit okay? You’re perfect, you’re perfect in every single way and I’m stupid lucky to be able to call you mine. So what if you’re not thin like those cheerleaders at school or those girls in a magazine. That doesn't mean you aren’t gorgeous, my love. My baby girl is the prettiest, hottest and down right most drop dead beautiful girl in all of Hawkins.” His words made your heart clench as he squeezed you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “My princess is so so so gorgeous, I love every single part of you, I love your body, I love feeling you on me when we sleep, I love holding you when we’re out. Andddddd, I love making love to you.” he smirked, making you close your eyes and slap his forearm.
“Eddie!” you shrieked, laughing a little with how romantic and forward he was being. “It’s true! It’s all true.” he exclaimed, turning you around and blindly walking backwards, setting you on the bed and kneeling before you. “I don’t want you to ever bring yourself down like that, understand?” he said, looking up at you, eyes growing with what you could only describe as adoration, a look that forced you to nod your head, believing each word that he had just uttered on your behalf.
It didn’t take long for his lips to find yours, kissing you sweet, slow, like he had just returned from war and he couldn’t wait to once again taste you. When you broke apart, he climbed back into bed with you, sitting with his back to the headboard as he guided you between his legs, hands settling on your waist.
“Now, eat baby, I didn’t freeze my ass off driving to that place for my girl to deny my humble offering.” he smiled, handing you your plate, and grabbing his own to settle with as he grabbed the remote to play the movie.
You cannot convince me that Eddie wouldn’t swoon if his girl had thick thighs, no feeling insecure in this household, Edward Munson ain’t picky when it comes to his baby.
“I don’t care what the fuck caused this pretty little head of yours to think that. Look at me.” he said plainly, forcing you to lock an intense stare with him through the reflective surface of your mirror. “But it’s all bullshit. Bullshit okay? You’re perfect, you’re perfect in every single way and I’m stupid lucky to be able to call you mine. So what if you’re not thin like those cheerleaders at school or those girls in a magazine. That doesn't mean you aren’t gorgeous, my love. My baby girl is the prettiest, hottest and down right most drop dead beautiful girl in all of Hawkins.” His words made your heart clench as he squeezed you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “My princess is so so so gorgeous, I love every single part of you, I love your body, I love feeling you on me when we sleep, I love holding you when we’re out. Andddddd, I love making love to you.”
Author, when I tell you that this brought tears to my eyes…. I really mean it. I’ve read a lot, and I mean a lot, of plus size reader fics and a lot of them didn’t respond well to the destructive thoughts that a lot of plus size people have. But you my darling, did. You made me, someone who has never loved their body, feel that maybe it is possible for someone who is not conveniently attractive be wanted by our dear Eddie. So thank you, it means a lot 🥹❤️
My love i write for all of you beauties, so that all of you can feel comfortable, loved, appreciated and celebrated just as much as our conventionally attractive beauties. I write for dear readers like yourself, so that you can see yourself in this little piece of our fictions and see yourself in an enamored light
she notices when he’s stretching and his shirt lifts up. and she’s like staring, not even trying to hide it, almost drooling hahha (relatable tbh) and he sees her staring and idk one things leads to another and she’s kissing his happy trail and they‘re doing oral on each other and then fuck.
PLS if anyone else writes about it pls @ me!!
Happy Eyes (Eddie Munson x Reader Smut)
Warnings: Basically you two being perverts for each other lmfao, whole lotta nasty shit, lots of body fluids, and basically a lot of fondling before the big chacha.
Word Count: 3.7k
Note: I’m so glad everyone is equally enamored with his little happy trail. Truly adorable, but I must cater to my freaky readers.
Drinking with Eddie was always a fun fucking ride. Truly, was always a rollercoaster of laughter and one too many criminal activities. It would all start out with just a suggestion, a little ‘hey do you have anything to drink?” or just plain wanting to get drunk. Eddie and you loved playing the old creep clerks, making sure to bag at least one bottle of whatever liquor you’d been wanting prior. With a pretty smile and a short enough shirt, you’d walk up to the counter before Eddie, having him wait a moment or two so that you could work your magic. It was just too easy, all it took was a wink or the flash of some cleavage to get them hooked, completely ignoring Eddie as he stuffed a bottle into his crumpled black backpack, making sure to cover it with a book or a binder to not draw attention to the shape inside.
“That it sweetheart?” he asked, as he came up behind you placing a 6 pack of the cheapest beer on the counter and completely ignoring whatever glare would be thrown at him from the man creeping over your exposed body. “Yeah, I think that's it” you respond, flashing another overly flirty smile at the clerk before grabbing the beer, Eddie fishing some change from his pocket to cover the alcohol and swinging his arm around you, leading you out of the store with the smile of an absolute bastard.
Currently it was close to midnight, and the giggles could be heard from his room as he danced around, the last beer can in his hand as he imitated the cheerleaders from school, mockingly copying their little dances that you two would see from behind the bleachers on the occasion that your smoke sessions would overlap with their late evening practices. “Eds, no, just stop!” you laughed, clinging to your stomach as the muscles began to sore with how much he was making you giggle, giving your already drunk body barely any reprieve. “C’mon Y/N/N, don’t tell me I don’t look pretty dancing like that.” he whined, taking a large swing off his beer, finishing it off by leaning his neck back and finishing a few more gulps of the already flat drink in his hand.
Your bottom lip was tucked under your teeth as you watched his shirt ride up, but quickly spotted his hunched back as he groaned, beer spilling on the chest area of his clothing. “Fuuuuck.” he groaned, tossing the can to the garbage bin before his fingers lifted the hem of his shirt, not allowing the alcohol to soak to his skin. You could feel a little whine bubble up when he pulled his shirt off, his lanky upper body on full display for you as his rib cage poked out a little, his hair hidden momentarily by his shirt as he finally managed to rid himself of the soaked cloth.
It was hard not to keep staring, your eyes following the little trickle of light brown hairs that started just above his belly button, and became thicker below, forming a sexy little happy trail that ducked right under the start of his boxers, surely following straight to a patch of similarly colored hairs that gathered at the base of his dick.
You can’t say you never thought about Eddie as more than just your best friend. Years and years of being together constantly had begun to manifest themselves in deeper feelings. The kind that, like right now, forced you to stare longingly at you best friend’s torso, hungrily licking your lips as you felt your body heat up, a pool of warmth spreading between your skin and panties as you imagined what laid under the few layers he had on him now. Sure, it was the alcohol that was making you so damn horny, but you couldn’t act like there wasn’t already a solid foundation from which this feeling was rising from.
“What?” he asked, a slight blush on his cheeks was spreading although you weren’t sure if it was your next to creepy gaze or the fact that Eddie was most definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol in his system. “Hm?” you hummed, not really registering anything other than how good it would feel to run your hands across his smooth chest, suck sinful marks on his pretty collarbones. “You keep staring at me Y/N” he bashfully responded, staring to close in on himself, his pants starting to feel inexplicably tight, dick starting to strain against his boxers as he shifted his weight.
“S’not my fault you look so good right now.” If you had been sober, you’re sure that not a single one of those words would have made their way outside of your brain, but you weren’t in control anymore, the beer and shots that now roamed your body were, and they kept pushing to reveal exactly how you felt about Eddie in this instant. You could hear a whine coming from him as he neared the bed, ears so red you feared they might burst as he laid on his stomach, hiding the view of his torso and forcing you to finally meet his eyes, your hand coming up to play with his hair.
‘Don’t say shit like that.” he whispered, blown out brown eyes staring at you with an equal amount of desire, his hand sliding to rest on your lower leg and his breathing a little heavier than it had been. “Why not honey? Can’t compliment a pretty boy?” Your words only caused his dick to get harder, he felt like a child with all the whimpers and little moans that were starting to form in his chest as he bucked his hips at the bed, craving any sort of friction on his aching skin. “Cuz I get sensitive when I’m fucked up, and it’s not helping that the girl I’ve jerked off to a shit ton of times is staring at me like all she wants to do is jump my bones.” he didn’t care about filtering his words, if truths were coming out might as well make it count. It’s not like it wasn’t true, ever since 8th grade Eddie had started a bad habit of always thinking about you when he needed to get off, especially when you turned out to be a late bloomer, coming back from camp to end middle school with a slightly altered body, your chest showing a bit more as you grew into your body.
“Show me then.” you caressed his head, cupping his jaw and making him look at you, a thin curtain of sweat starting to form all over his body as he moaned, feeling your fingernails scratch lightly against his chin as if he was a goddamn cat. He couldn’t say no to you, it was too late to back out, with a few quick moments his jeans and underwear laid now completely discarded on the floor, his pretty cock on display for you as it bounced a little as he settled on his knees. Your eyes landed right back to his happy trail, drool pooling in your mouth as you finally got the full picture, and indeed, the hair met up with a patch of trimmed brown hair, not too long, but just long enough to show around his balls as he began to jerk himself off in front of you, slowly at first, dragging his fist to squeeze under the tip and then spread the little bit of precum that had already spurred from the little slit of his dick.
Your own clothes followed quickly after, not being able to watch him be so vulnerable with you without reciprocating, keeping your bra on but removing your panties and tossing them to the side. Eddie moaned, watching you reach down to touch your aching clit, your knees pressed together as your pupils followed his hand as he continued pumping his hard dick.
“No no no,” he whispered, letting go of his hard on and crawling a little towards you, his hands separating your knees and positioning you the way he wanted, making you giggle at how desperate he was. “It’s just…just in my dreams…you-you spread your legs like that.” he stammered, not being able to take his eyes off your glistening hole, his dick visibly twitching. To Eddie his dirtiest fucking dreams were coming true, because here you were, Wearing only your bra as you let him spread your legs, allowing him to stare directly at your pussy and touch himself to the beautiful sight. His wide eyes broke away from your soft mound to look at you. “Can I touch you?” he asked almost innocently, eyes pleading with you as if he would drop dead and die a horrible death if he couldn't put his hands on you, draw out sinful sounds as he worked your body like he had imagined so many times before.
“I’m all yours Munson.” your voice was laced with intoxicating lust and a mind fucking rasp, your hand gripping his wrist to lead his fingers to your pubic bone, allowing him to do the exploring himself as you sat up just a bit, your warm fingers lightly grazing his happy trail a few times before gripping his cock. He whimpered, bucking his hips on to you as he used his left arm to hold himself up, his other hand going to work with your pussy.
You couldn’t hold back the surprised moan that left your throat as you felt Eddie’s cold rings graze your wet folds, thumb slowly circling your clit and picking up a smooth rhythm that had your knees trembling with anticipation. Your hands stuttered, losing focus for a second as you gripped his hard dick in your hands, squeezing him a little harder than you had intended and making him groan, the feeling a little too intense for how sensitive he currently was. You tried to focus, you really did, but between feeling up his cock and watching him pant as he played with your wetness, a feeling of unmistakable savage hunger took over you, hands leaving his flesh and pushing him away. You pushed him onto the spot you had previously been at, his wide eyes not being able to adjust fast enough, and by the time he even registered what was happening your lips were already on his.
It was sloppy, messy and desperate, his hands gripping your sides and sliding roughly to fiddle with your bra, wanting to see you fully and not have his vision obstructed by your bra, which albeit sexy was inhibiting his eyes from feasting on the soft squishy flesh of your boobs. You laughed, breaking away to kiss down his jaw, neck, and sucking a pretty little mark on his collarbone, your fingers swatting his away as you leaned over him, unclasping the two loops on your bra and tossing it away, Eddie’s hands automatically flying to your chest, gripping the soft peaks and ghosting his thumbs over your already hard nipples.
“Can I suck them?” he asked, so childishly, his big dumb brown eyes looking up at you for pemission, the cuteness nearly making you coo as your hand tangled itself in his hair, nodding and watching with an opened mouth as he began to suckle at your nipples, moaning around them and bucking his hips upwards. You allowed him to continue his blissful actions, moaning every once in a while with the jolts of euphoria that his mouth caused, but eventually you pulled him off, now your turn to continue what you had started.
He was so desperate, so needy. He wouldn’t stop whining when you kissed down his abdomen, pausig just as second to lock eyes with him and move his dick slightly to press a teasing kiss right on his happy trail. The little hairs nibbled at your lip as he let out a small sob, his soft tummy contracting as if that one little peck was enough to make him explode. “Please.” he whimpered, softly gripping the sheets, his body on fire and the only thing that could help was your touch.
The eye contact never broke as you took him into your mouth, tongue swirling as you licked at his tip, guiding his length slowly into your mouth and feeling it hit the very back of your throat. You let it rest there for a second, before pulling away and repeating the very same action, Eddie’s moans filling your ears as he slowly started thrusting his hips upwards, eventually taking charge and fucking into your mouth, your jaw slack as you took him in. Heaven had fallen right before you, Eddie’s eyes closed as he tried his best to keep a steady, comfortable rhythm, his kiss bitten lips wide open, letting out mewls of pleasure and gasps that were filled with the need for more.
“Fuck, I-I need, oh my god. Fuck, need to taste you.” he gasped out, his voice heavy with what you could only describe as a fucked out daze, the feeling in his stomach growing by the second making him think he’d cum all over before he even got the chance to be inside you. You couldn’t resist Eddie, even if the alcohol in your veins was already starting to slowly wear off, you didn’t want to stop. So you gave yourself to him, his hands bringing your dripping and swollen cunt right to his face, your thighs on either side of his head as he gripped your hips, breathing in the scent that wafted from the soft folds of your sex.
“Fuck Eddie, just do it baby.” you were already breathless, so the feeling of his tongue excitedly staring to lap up all the juice that were already making the inside of your thighs sticky only served to punch the oxygen right from your lungs, your eyes not being able to focus on anything and opting to instead shut tightly as you felt Eddie’s tongue enter your waiting hole, licking you up in ways you thought were nearly impossible for a single human to be able to muster up. It was insane actually, your loud voice echoing through his trailer, surely waking up at least a few nearby trailers as his lips wrap around the little bud of nerves, sucking so harshly that you were sure to pass out any second. You didn’t fucking know where he learned to do this shit, as far as you were concenred both of you were still virgins, hell your first fucking kiss had been each other during valentines day of freshman year, self pity being used as an excuse to learn to suck faces behind the schools loading dock.
“God yes yes yes, Eddie oh my god!” you couldn’t help the praise that left your lips, hips gyrating to meet his flat muscle, your legs quivering as you neared your end. So Eddie unexpectedly pulling away was not very warmly welcomed as you groaned, already missing the way his mouth worked you so close to the edge. “Ride me, please fuck I can’t take it anymore, just wanna be inside you.” he pleaded, burying his face on the skin of your stomach and his hands pushing you downwards slowly.
His wish was your command, and as quickly as he had voiced his wants and needs had you found yourself pressing the tip of his dick inside to your hole, moaning at the sudden pressure that his skin brought to yours. At this point you were just embarrassingly wet, giving room for him to very easily slide his girth into you, a devilish sound rumbling from his chest as he bottomed out, his balls pressing right against your ass.
It was a lot all at once. He was just so big, so long and so hot. Even if the first few seconds had been slightly pain inducing, uncomfortable to be sat on, it quickly turned into a raging fire that would only be satiated if you moved your hips against his, rising tentatively and sinking down on him. Your eyes cracked open to see how Eddie was doing, and frankly you don’t think you’d ever seen him this absolutely fucked out into an oblivous ocean of pleasure.
“So fucking tight. So warm.” he whined, using what little physical strength he had in the moment to sit up right, pressing his chest against yours and pushing himself into a balanced position by placing his left hand beside him on the sheets. It didn’t take long to start a wild cycle, both of your hips snapping to meet each other, his hard dick sliding so deliciously in and out of your leaking entrance, erotic nosies being pulled from both of you, volume no longer a concern as years of pent of love, care and teenage horniness were being spent on his bed.
“Eddie, don't stop!” you yelled, barely able to keep up with him as your own right hand landed to your side, the new mirrored angle giving room to feel just how deep Eddie could thrust inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting that spongey, heart strangling part inside of you that had the power to completely shut down your body. “M’never. Never stopping. You’re mine.” his hot breath was right at your lips, coaxing you to finish off the small distance between the two of you, a crash of lips teeth and two tongues doing a much better job at muffling all the sex noises that neither of you could control alone. Nothing mattered outside of Eddie’s bed, nothing but the way his hand held onto you for dear merciful life, the way your bodies met in a beautiful connection of slick wetness, how your praise seemed to only be aimed at him, tailored to perfection, making the muscles in his body convulse.
“I’m gonna cum.” he groaned out, his head heating up with a fire he thought was dripping lava, pouring over his head and melting his brains as he fucked into you. His hair was completely droopy, the sweat that his body was creating far too much to keep it light and fluffy. He could feel the way you clenched around him, the way your body reacted to getting speared by his. All he could’ve ever wished for in the last few years was being played out right in his bedroom, like a porno that had been based straight from his memories when he was alone, his hand alone fisting his leaking cock. At that moment Eddie knew his hand would never again do the trick. Not when he knew what it was like to be balls fucking deep inside of your pussy, fucking the everloving brains out of you as you gave yourself to him, body molding to fit with his own.
“Come on baby, come for me, god please cum inside me.” your bat shit dirty words exploded a million bombs inside of Eddie. In any other circumstance you would’ve thought that he has been in pain had you heard the sound he let out the second that white hot coil snapped in his core, but right now all you could feel was his hardened cock spilling warm cum deep inside of you, the sticky substance shooting from his balls and coating your walls. It was too much, this was your breaking point, his name slipping past your lips as he thrust into his orgasm one last time, triggering the most intense fucking feeling you could’ve ever hoped to experience.
By the time you had regained proper consciousness and the colorful explosion behind your eyelids had slowed to a stop the only thing you could hear were Eddie’s heaving pants next to your ear, his back leaned against the headboard and his hands wrapped tightly around your midsection. You felt a warm liquid that licked at the skin of your thighs, dripping softly and coating Eddie’s own as his head fell to rest on your chest, the new found position too comfortable for you to want to further inspect the soaked feeling,
“You fucking squirted baby.” he breathed out, holding you closer as he spoke. Your eyes shooting wide open but your body too tired to make an effort to scramble off him to see if he was telling the truth. “So fucking hot.” he whispered, finally lifting his head and smiling lazily at you, his eyes so close to being fully shut that you didn’t know why he even bothered to look up.
“I’m sorry.” you squeaked, feeling shame rise from your stomach as your eyes caught the wet patch on his bed’s mattress, seeping through the thin cover. You could only feel his laugh, reverberating across your body. “Don't apologize, it’s not everyday the love of my life loses her virginity, takes mine and squirts on my bed all in the same night.” his filter is still turned off, meaning he entire body freezes as he completely registers everything he just said to you.
“Should’ve told me sooner then, cuz you’ve been the love of MY life for the past few years. Even before I grew tits.” you mocked, remembering how often you’d catch little 13 year old Eddie staring at your newly formed mounds, shamelessly avoiding any and all things thrown at him while he took your body in. Eddie pulled out of you slowly, laying down so that you could rest soundly on his chest. You grimaced a little, feeling his warm cum follow his already soft cock. “I know it’s a little backwards, but would you like to be mine? Like my girlfriend?” he timidly asks, eyes casting down towards you to examine your features.
“I’d love to.” you smiled, leaning to peck his lips softly. “For the record, I also had a crush on you before you grew tits.” Eddie mocked.
Heyy so sorry about your break up but hey hot girl summer. Anyways can I make a request for plus sized fem!reader x Eddie Munson. Him showing her that he doesn’t care what she looked like and all that jazz. Feel better 😽
Precious (Eddie Munson x plus sized!reader)
Warnings: Body image issues, mentions of food restriction, slight mention of maybe some action.
Word Count: 2k
Eddie couldn’t wait to get his hands on you. After so many practices and a shit ton of planning for Hellfire, he finally had the time to spend a full weekend with you. It just made it even better that your parents had left for just a little under a week, meaning the entire weekend could be spent in each other's arms, wasting the hours entangled in a cocoon of love and adoration, Eddie’s giddy mannerism visible a mile away. He was hoping to spend this friday’s evening simply resting on your chest, or maybe have you curled up on his lap while the two of you watched whatever the fuck Robin and Steve had recommended at the Family video, maybe even get himself some lucky time with you. Truly he couldn’t be more excited.
Hearing his van pull up you perked up, turning the stove off and pouring the hot water that had been previously boiling into a long pitcher with some sweet flavored tea to leave cooling for tomorrow's iced tea batch. You placed your hands over the steaming liquid, chasing away the early December cold from your hands as you heard the door open, heavy footsteps following and closing in on the room you were currently standing in as the lock was heard being placed, a grin spreading itself naturally on your face.
“My queen! I have returned!” Eddie yelled, dramatically jogging to the kitchen, and setting down a bunch of bags on the table before slumping on the kitchen’s refrigerator, holding his hand tightly to his chest. He looked at you with a look of desperation, facial features twisting to form an incredibly exaggerated face of exhaustion. “C’mere baby, I’m in serious need of some lovin.” he smirked, finally standing to his full height, lanky limbs allowing him to be a good few inches taller than you. You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up in your throat, walking slowly and tauntingly as he whined, making those adorable grabby hands. In a flash he ran to you, grasping your body close to his and encasing you in his musky aroma, his hair tickling you as your arms wrapped around his waist.
“Got’cha pretty girl.” he whispered, arms around your neck as his hand slowly made its way to your chin, lifting it slightly to pucker his lips towards yours. “Mm, looks like it huh?” you smiled, closing your eyes and feeling his pretty kisses, all over your face and finally, on your lips, your mouth moving in sync with his as he pressed his hand to your cheek, his other one dropping to your lower back and pressing you even further into him, your frames molding to each other’s silhouette, warmth spreading all over your chest.
“I got us the munchies, some movies, snacks for later and I also got some of that pie that we get down at Tony’s” he smiled, pulling apart from you only slightly so that his words wouldn’t slur against your lips. Your smile dropped slightly, but you fully broke away, turning to the sink. “Yeah, okay baby you can go put the stuff in my room, I’ll bring plates and cups.” you said, leaning over the small cave in the counter. He came up behind you, kissing the top of your head and then placing his hand right over your tummy, kissing your cheek. “I’ll be waiting for you then.” he said, the rustle of plastic wafting through the space as you heard him leave the room, treading hastily to your bedroom on the second floor.
You couldn’t help the slight tremble that made your elbows give out slightly. A deep breath being taken right into your lungs as you closed your eyes momentarily. Opening them again only to reach to the small door right in front of you and swinging it open, reaching for two plates and another couple of plastic cups for you and your Eddie. Your stomach twisted as you made your way up to where Eddie was. Your feet entered the room, bending your leg once you were inside to fully close the door, a habit that you knew you didn’t exactly have to keep up since no one would be in your home other than you and your boyfriend for the next few days.
A grin couldn’t be helped as you saw your pretty boy, rummaging through a KFC bag and pulling out a fry that he quickly popped into his mouth, turning his big floof of hair towards you and looking at you with slightly wide eyes as a smile crinkled the sides of his cheeks, a dimple winking at you from his face before he laughed. “Couldn’t help myself babe. But look,” he said, showing you the cover of a film, likely whatever Steve and Robin had put on his check out list. It was a copy of Chainsaw Massacre, a film you both loved due to its very comical depiction of horror, well comical according to Eddie.
“Least they didn’t put some random fucking animal documentary.” he laughed, chewing the fry in his mouth and going over to your TV stand to start putting the tape in so you two could comfortably watch it. You took a moment to look at him. His hair was less frizzy than usual, probably because the cold really did help his brown curls, he had kicked off his boots, leaving him in just his jeans and beloved Hellfire shirt, his leather jacket and patch vest neatly placed on top of the chair in front of your desk. His ringed fingers toyed with the player, back hunched as he bent to get a better view of all the buttons. “If you keep staring at me I’ll get a boner princess.” he laughed, not taking his eyes off the player but feeling your intense stare.
“Didn’t realize looking at my boyfriend was a crime.” you whispered, setting the plates at the edge of your bed, and taking a crossed legged seat on your mattress. Another laugh, and you heard a click as he pressed play, allowing the beginning of the movie to start. Eddie walked over, placing the food in the middle of the bed and taking out pieces of fried chicken, allowing them to rest on their respective plates as he poured some fries into your plate first, setting the second half on his and grabbing ketchup packets from the bottom of the bag. “Got mash in there too if you want it.” he spoke, words slightly muffled by the packet of condiment between his teeth as he ripped it, spreading the red sauce on a place where he could successfully bite without making a big mess. “Okay.” you smiled, his hand quickly pulling you towards him as the movie started.
Nearly 15 minutes in and he had already finished his piece and some fries, your plate still nearly full as you toyed with a little piece of french fry, having only eaten maybe a couple, your piece of chicken still intact. You hoped he wouldn’t notice, but you knew it was inevitable, especially when he looked over at you, frowning. “What's wrong.” he said, scrambling off to pause the film before pushing the meal to the side and sitting on his knees before you.
“What do you mean?” you asked, faking an innocent little miniature smile as you tilted your head towards him. “Don’t do that baby, you know what I mean. I bring over a tub of your favorite chicken and you can barely touch it? So tell me, what’s wrong, is it midterms?” he asked, placing his hands on your thighs, making your cringe a little. He noticed it, looking down at your bottom half, which was exposed to him from your sleeping shorts, giving them a small squeeze.
You couldn’t keep up with his intense stare, opting to fidget with your hands instead, picking at a little scab you had on your thumb. You could feel his intense gaze on you, much like he had felt yours on him prior to settling down. It was useless to try and fight it, knowing Eddie he’d probably drop it when hell froze over. But you couldn’t bring yourself to admit exactly what it was, choosing a more subtle approach.
“It’s just, ya know. Maybe I should cut back on the junk food a little.” you shrugged, looking up at him momentarily but quickly looking away as he frowned, leaning towards you a little. “The hell are you talking about.” his voice was truly just above a whisper, confused as to why you would say something like that.
“Well, you know. I mean look at me. Wouldn’t hurt to cut a couple of pounds.” you whispered, feeling the slightest hint of tears hitting your eyes, just small enough to blink back before he could see the fall. Eddie was taken aback, his heart breaking as he looked at the girl he loved, hiding herself more and more from him as his silence filled the room like a stone clogging a small little stream of water. He felt horrid, not knowing when these thoughts had started festering in your mind, but hating himself for not noticing when it happened, allowing them to simmer in your brain and influence your actions. He could have that, pulling you towards your door, where your full view mirror hung.
“Who’s that in the mirror?” he whispered, forcing you to look at him through the reflection as he wrapped his arms around you, settling his chin on your shoulder, allowing his brown mop of hair to settle between you and him. “It’s us.” you said, now it was your turn to be confused, why was he doing this.
“Damn right it’s us. Eddie and Y/N, my Y/N, my beautiful,” he paused to place a kiss on your shoulder, “Perfect,” another small one on your neck, and lastly one on your cheek as he finished his sentence, “Amazing girlfriend.”
You wiggled slightly in his warm embrace, feeling the trace of a small grin growing on your face. He spoke again, “I don’t care what the fuck caused this pretty little head of yours to think that. Look at me.” he said plainly, forcing you to lock an intense stare with him through the reflective surface of your mirror. “But it’s all bullshit. Bullshit okay? You’re perfect, you’re perfect in every single way and I’m stupid lucky to be able to call you mine. So what if you’re not thin like those cheerleaders at school or those girls in a magazine. That doesn't mean you aren’t gorgeous, my love. My baby girl is the prettiest, hottest and down right most drop dead beautiful girl in all of Hawkins.” His words made your heart clench as he squeezed you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “My princess is so so so gorgeous, I love every single part of you, I love your body, I love feeling you on me when we sleep, I love holding you when we’re out. Andddddd, I love making love to you.” he smirked, making you close your eyes and slap his forearm.
“Eddie!” you shrieked, laughing a little with how romantic and forward he was being. “It’s true! It’s all true.” he exclaimed, turning you around and blindly walking backwards, setting you on the bed and kneeling before you. “I don’t want you to ever bring yourself down like that, understand?” he said, looking up at you, eyes growing with what you could only describe as adoration, a look that forced you to nod your head, believing each word that he had just uttered on your behalf.
It didn’t take long for his lips to find yours, kissing you sweet, slow, like he had just returned from war and he couldn’t wait to once again taste you. When you broke apart, he climbed back into bed with you, sitting with his back to the headboard as he guided you between his legs, hands settling on your waist.
“Now, eat baby, I didn’t freeze my ass off driving to that place for my girl to deny my humble offering.” he smiled, handing you your plate, and grabbing his own to settle with as he grabbed the remote to play the movie.
You cannot convince me that Eddie wouldn’t swoon if his girl had thick thighs, no feeling insecure in this household, Edward Munson ain’t picky when it comes to his baby.
Ok what about Eddie dating a theater nerd and he’s never really been into theater and always found theater kids annoying. But once he’s dating you he goes to his first musical and is blown away by like your voice and acting?! Maybe it’s Chicago and your singing All That Jazz or the Cell Block Tango in your short flapper dress!♥️♥️Ty!!
Sequins (Eddie Munson x Reader)
Warnings: It’s gonna get steamy towards the end of this bitch, not full chacha though dw.
Word Count: 2.5k
You huffed out, annoyed with yourself for forgetting such a simple thing and forcing yourself to go back to school when rehearsal had ended almost an hour prior. Of course out of all things you could forget, it just had to be the sequin dress you’d be wearing for the show, the same slip on that would need to be stitched up after you came in one afternoon to find the hem slightly torn. With your luck, it would probably be done JUST before the show day, which was now just over a month away.
You were glad for the secretaries that stayed later than 3 pm, thanking the lady before you and shoving your ID card into your back pocket as you bee line straight to the theater storage room, hoping that the black sequin costume would still be there, hung up and waiting for you to take home so you could carefully stitch it back up, making it once again a proper piece of costume and not flimsy piece of cloth and plastic that would expose you rather provocatively if twisted in a certain way. You hurried down the halls, sprinting towards the door labeled with the phrase “Theater Storage” and grasping the handle, twisting it and pushing your way inside.
Immediately you were greeted with a loud amount chatter, which awkwardly enough seized the second all eyes landed on your startled body at the door, stopping dead in your tracks as you looked directly at a group of teenage boys, all of whom were equally as startled and staring at you just as hard as you were. The tension was pretty high, you didn’t really recognize them at first, but as you slowly walked into the room, you managed to make out a few familiar faces, who you now remembered from all previous lunch periods. “That’s right” you thought to yourself, every Friday evening your director would lend the storage room to the school’s Dungeons and Dragons club, allowing them to host their game session here on the condition that they didn’t ruin anything that could be found in the room.
“And you are?” a semi dark voice called out, hidden behind a brownish screen, the little curls of brown swoops indicating exactly who it was. Eddie Munson was staring you down hard, his eyes boring into your soul and almost looking like he could sock you right in the face for interrupting his evening. The tone didn’t serve to better things, if anything it only gave you a boost to voice your displeasure at the group of kids. It wasn’t a secret that your dress had been mauled during one of their sessions, you had first noticed the rip the prior monday, only after it had spent the entire weekend in the school grounds, the last time you had seen it, had it been perfectly intact. But no, that Monday morning a few days ago when you came in to check on your stuff you discovered the small rip on your costume.
You scoffed, walking right in and ignoring the bewildered stares that followed you like a flock of lightning struck ducks. “This is my room Munson, you just borrow it.” you glared at the boy, not in the slightest bit intimidated as you walked straight past him and towards the very end corner of the room, sighing in relief as you spotted your dress, encapsulated in a large dry cleaning bag that you had brought from home in hopes of protecting the piece.
“Oh great, a theater kid.” he groaned, not having to look at him to know he had probably rolled his eyes and slumped back on the chair he was at, one that you had coincidentally helped build a few grades before. You reach for the hanger that holds your dress, bringing the plastic covering away from the bottom of the item and grabbing hold of the place where it had been ripped up. You walked closer to the group, standing slightly beside Eddie and holding the piece up. “How did this happen?” you spoke, a serious tone over taking your previously irritated tone. You got no response, just more stares as you huff out again. You weren’t going to go ape shit on them, but you needed to know exactly what had happened to your costume if you wanted to prevent it from being further damaged.
“Look I’m not mad, okay? I just need to know how it happened so that we can protect all the other costume pieces while you guys play.” you tried to sound as sincere as you could, softening your eyes a little to try and be a little less harsh with the group. You couldn’t believe how loud the silence was, for a group of teens they sure as hell couldn’t just fuss up to a single small mistake, a miniscule sin that had already been forgiven without fault or repercussion. But alas, you didn’t press further, only rolling your eyes and stomping away, upset that you had no way of protecting all the other pieces that would be in jeopardy if they weren’t mindful of the room that was being lent to them.
~
The Monday after your small clash with the Hellfire Club you found yourself still slightly annoyed, but your haste to finish up most of your assignments before your big weekend had pushed aside any harsh feelings towards the group.
Currently you were standing in line, drumming your fingers across the line as you grabbed a baggie of carrots and a juice, waiting patiently for the next line of mashed potatoes and gravy to be served so that you could take your serving. As you stood silently you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, one that forced you to turn your body fully to see who was currently touching you. Gaze landing on Eddie as he towers over you just a little, his brown fluffy curls resting across his shoulders and a necklace dangling off his neck causing your breath to hitch slightly, arms tensing at the foreign gentleness.
“Hey, um, about last friday, I just kinda wanted to say I’m sorry for being a dick. It was a chair.” His voice was soft, certainly a lot softer than the last time he had spoken to you and maybe even a little nervous. You frown, tilting your head, “Chair?” you ask, not really understanding where he was coming from. He smiled a little, grabbing a little cup of applesauce. “One of the kids sat a little too close to the dress, when they got excited the sparkly shit got caught in the back and it accidently ripped.” His bashful tone was supported by a small blush around his cheeks, that little grin still on his face. “Oh, okay then. Thank you Eddie.” you smiled, grabbing a spoon and finally heading out of the line only to be stopped again by his voice.
“And I uh, I-I wanted to ask you know. If- I mean if like you aren’t busy or something, and like totally no pressure but, like, would you-would you like to maybe-go-get dinner-with-me?” you giggled at his nervous banter, the rushed words just barely registering in your brain as Eddie went slightly more pink. You noticed him for the first time, truly. He was pretty, very pretty, his hair went so well with his clothes, his eyes so bright and sparkly. You didn’t think going on a simple date would hurt, even if the nicknames hurled at him would tell you otherwise.
“Um, yeah. Yeah sure. It’s a date.” you smiled, placing your hand on his forearm. His eyes went stupid wide, not actually believing what he was hearing. Did you just fucking say yes to going on a date with him? Holy shit. “Oh! Oh yeah yeah no that's cool. Yeah, does the diner after school sound good to you?” his words were rushing again, scared that if he wasn’t swift enough that you'd revoke his date privileges.
“Sounds good to me Eds, I’ll see you then.”
~
It really didn’t take long for you and Eddie to make things official. He had become so incredibly irresistible to you. He was so perfect, so charismatic and supportive. Talented and caring and so full of life. It really didn’t help that his little baby cow eyes could sway your yes within just a few seconds, entrancing you in a state of adorableness that was hard to resist. Eddie was so good to you, and you were so good to him, it wasn’t a surprise when he eventually started getting over his slight aversion to the theater students, all in the name of supporting his girl on her big day.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.” Eddie watched you prepare your bag for your very last show, the pretty sunday afternoon sun hitting every tiny crevice of your room as he sat on your bed, munching away on a sweet chocolate chip muffin that your mom had handed him on his way upstairs. Of course he understood your nerves, it was the same feeling that would rack against his body every time he played a gig with his band at the Hideout. But, Eddie knew you had this in the bag, having heard from a lot of people how successful the Friday and Saturday shows had been. He was excited, looking forward to finally being able to watch you after regretfully having to miss the first two performances
“Baby baby baby, c’mere” he said, placing the muffin and napkin on your bed stand, swiping away any crumbs from his hands as he pulled you on to his lap, knowing that even though you didn’t need to report to the school for another half hour, you were already prepared, your jitters not allowing you any form of rest to overtake you. You whined, placing yourself on his thighs and snaking your arms around his neck. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweet aroma that helped that growing pit of dread in your stomach. “I just don’t wanna screw up.” you huffed, nuzzling towards the warmth of your boyfriend.
“You won't, your friends were all gushing about how good you were yesterday, your parent’s said opening night was fucking absrud. You’ll do great, baby, and I promise I’ll cheer you on the whole time yeah? Plus, think about, just one more show and we can crash at mine, celebrate what's it called again?” he grinned, not being able to remember the name of whatever show you would be putting on tonight. “Chicago.” you said.
“Yeah, Chicago.” he whispered, kissing your head. This was why you and him were together, he somehow always knew how to cheer you up, how to make you feel better, how to calm your soul.
~
Eddie walked through the small auditorium, taking a seat right in the middle front of the audience to have the best possible view, his hand clutching a small playbill with the words “CHICAGO” in bright red letters. He scanned the small text, grinning when he saw you right when he opened it, the word “Lead” above your name, and a small text indicating your past experience.
Even if he knew nothing about the storyline it didn’t take long for Eddie to become immersed in the show, especially when the spotlight hit your face perfectly, his jaw dropping. Eddie couldn’t believe what he saw on stage, in contrast to the nervous girl he had kissed goodbye just an hour ago, now in front of him stood an incredibly confident version of yourself.
You stood front and center, your pretty body clad in that same black sequin period dress that he had met you over, the sparkly bits shining brightly in the harsh spotlight. He knows this number, the very opening track that you had spent countless hours rehearsing. But Eddie couldn’t be bothered to remember what that name was, especially not when your sultry voice started to fill the entire room, hips swaying slightly as two guys came to lift you off the makeshift platform you stood on.
He feels like a fucking dog watching you, the number calling for an odd sort of blocking as the trio step off the stage and right in front of the audience, ensemble on the stage and following your moves as you stand proud and tall. Your voice doesn’t falter, and neither do your eyes as you lock them with Eddie. He could feel a slight strain starting to grow in his pants as you dance right in front of him, your legs occasionally kicking from behind the curtain of sequins, giving him a pretty view of your skin as you prance around. God you’re so fucking hot, and he almost wants to pounce on the two guys who help lift you back up to the stage, jealous that even though this is just a performance, that it’s not his hands on your body. His eyes follow you only, watching the slight bounce in your breast as the song picks up just a tad bit, the way your eyes meet with mischief at the “police men” who’ve come to arrest your character.
Eddie jumps from his seat, howling with pride as you take the very last bow along with the girl who had played the other lead, something he really couldn’t be bothered to care for. He watches your eyes glimmer with small tears, flowers landing at your feet as he looks at the same black dress glimmer. He can’t keep his eyes off you, especially when (due to budget issues) your dress is only slightly altered for the ending, his stare catching a glimpse of his bracelet dangling on your wrist. He’s about to go absolutely feral, his gaze following you all the way off stage, and his feet picking up a small jog as he passes through the exiting crowd, going further into the school to the room that he knew you had all to yourself.
He opens the door, damn near crashing with your giddy frame as you jump into his arms. You're so intoxicating to him, dressed so pretty, the protruding bump between his legs barely something he can cover as he smothers your face in kisses.
“So fucking proud of you baby, but fuck. Didn’t think of warning me, having my girl look so fucking sexy on that stage, pretty little dress didn’t even bother to give me a preview?” his tone was wolfish, making you giggle as he started kissing down your neck, trying his best to push his face against your boobs. “Eddie, people are gonna wonder where I went.” you whined, but letting out a soft purr as he bit the side of your neck softly, letting his teeth catch your skin just a little before letting go. You could feel his hard on, pressing nicely to your skin as his hands came under your skirt to squeeze your thighs and raise you on top of your vanity.
“Fine, but when we get home, you’re mine.”
From a fellow theater kid to you, I present horny Eddie because of your costume.
Id like to request a steve harrington x male reader where reader comforts steve when his trauma gets too much? Like him breaking down and just needs his fav person to make it better? Ik he gets beaten up a lot and he hasn't resolved a lot of the things he's been thru😭
Warnings: PTSD from all the shit poor Steve-O has endured.
It’s no secret that Steve is shit when it comes to his unresolved trauma.
You feel and hear it almost every night, when he lays beside you, his dreams plagued with horrid nightmares.
Sometimes he’ll wake up and be shaking so badly that you think he’s about to pass out.
“And…he’s there. Covered in blood.” He spoke, Eyes distant as he recalled the hellish visions he was just subjected to.
Tonight was different, you could feel it.
He had not been in a talking mood all throughout the evening.
Once you two had gotten into bed he quickly wrapped his arms around your middle, his slightly longer hair tickling your neck
It was around 2 am when you woke up.
You weren’t as warm as when you had fallen asleep, this being due to Steve not being behind you at all.
Instead he was sitting at the edge of the bed, small sobs wracking through his body.
It hurt to see him like this, you knew that appearances only helped to an extent
For as long as Steve had been with you, you’d known how much weight he carried on his shoulders.
“Baby.” you cooed, forcing him to turn around.
“I can’t anymore Y/N, it’s too much.” His words broke your heart.
It didn't take much coaxing to have his body resting on yours, your hands running through his hair as woe and sorrow made his body tremble.
“It’s okay baby boy, it’s okay. I’m here for you baby.”
Being Steve’s boyfriend came with a lot of package add ons.
Convincing people that he had matured
Fighting off multidimensional creatures
Making sure his hair products were all there for him
And this was just another add on, being there for your boyfriend when he needed you the most.
He wanted to say something, but the heavy tears made him choke.
You could only soothe his back, making sure he knew to take his time.
It definitely took him a while to calm down, it’s not everyday that he completely crumbles under the emotions and pressure and worry.
His voice is a low croak when he finally does speak up.
“Thank you…for being the best boyfriend anyone could’ve asked for”
It took one I love you and a kiss to the forehead for him to fall into a much needed deep slumber, this time completely free from any poisoning images.
How could he not? He was in the arms of the man that loved him the most.
Poor Steve, man’s has really been through it, went from high school king to monster fighting babysitter.
Strings, Take Your Pick (E.Munson x OC!Reader) Pt 1: Intro
Summary: Eddie loved the girl with the beautiful long hair, eyes as dark as brown honey. Who knew what a beautiful angel would strut right into Hawkins High, and become his walking heaven? Eddie was a believer now, especially when a certain silly toothed boy invites the girl to sit at the Hellfire table.
Warnings: None, just touching on reader’s family passing away
Word Count: 2.9k
Notes: This series is definitely a guilty pleasure work, so even though there’s no name, it is technically an OC version of Y/N because it does describe her physical appearance a bit.
Moving across state lines right in the middle of your senior year wasn’t exactly your idea of a good time. It was hell actually, having to pack up your entire life in just a few boxes and suitcases, the cold winter atmosphere only serving to deepen the hurt and angst that had been brewing since the day you had been told of the sudden move. Of course it wasn’t anyone's fault, you’d be damned if you ever blamed your dad, who worked his ass off nearly every waking hour of his existence to make sure you had it all. No, if anything, you should admit that this was good. A new, stable, job. A job that paid nearly double what he had normally been making for the past few years. For the small price of moving to a little town in the middle of nowhere called Hawkins.
You didn’t have the heart to complain, of course not. Your family had already been through so much, why make your dad’s life harder when you knew nothing would be left behind in Jersey? It’s not like you had any friends at all, not like anyone would remember you aside from the newspaper clipping that someone would find on the rare occasion that they were rummaging through town files. So why fight it? This was a fresh start, a new beginning.
“It’ll be okay honey. I promise.” your dad’s warm hand reached to grab yours. No matter how bitter and cold the December winter felt, his embrace still felt like a warm cup of hot chocolate, the kind that you had this morning before bidding your childhood home a final goodbye as the holiday found it’s ending towards the new year’s start. His thumb rubbed across your knuckles and his eyes were set on the road. “Of course it will, it’s me and you big man.” you laughed, squeezing his hand before feeling it slip away to grasp the wheel. Your eyes catching the sight of a dusty and slightly tattered sign that bids you a ‘pleasant” welcome to Hawkins, Indiana.
~
“Fuck me.” you groaned hearing the blare of an alarm meant to wake you up from your peaceful and heat packed rest. It didn’t take long for your fingers to ghost over the off button before harshly pressing on it, hoping the irritating chime would go the fuck away. Of course it did, but not before it had chased away any string of drowsiness that could help you fall back into your unconscious state. Great
“Come on champ, you gotta get up.” you dad knocked softly on the wooden door to your room, the soft tap of his ring reverberating through your ears. Another groan, of course you don’t want to leave bed. Today is the day, after nearly a week of unpacking and organizing your room in a way that pleased your eyes you were finally forced to confront the fact that your first day in a new school would be coming in just a few hours. The thought followed you all these days, but somehow, the pit in your stomach never dropped. Not as your feet pattered to your closet, taking out a nice Black Sabbath shirt and some ripped up jeans. It didn’t fall when you stepped into your bathroom, which fortunately for you was connected to your room, the cool water of the tap waking you up as you washed your face quickly to get rid of any little mucks that had turned up overnight.
You sighed, finishing the last touches of your outfit and looking into your long mirror, sighing. Your hand ran across the cerberus tattoo on your left forearm, the dog’s heads staring up at you encased in ink on your skin. You smiled, knowing that it didn’t matter how closed minded this town could be, this was your fresh start, and a bunch of squares wouldn’t take that away from you.
“Can you at least put something else under?” your dad pleaded with you, whining as he saw you only clad in a large jean jacket, one that had small patches through the front. “This shit’s warm as hell, look!” you exclaimed, pushing the inside of the sleeve out so he could feel just how cozy the garment was on you. “Fine, but don’t be taking it off outside okay? Don’t need you getting sick, kid.” he smiled, holding your bag up. “Did you?” your voice slightly trailed off, eyes watching as your dad nodded, tossing you the backpack which he had already packed for you. Your heart swelled, walking closer to him and being greeted with a loving hug. “I love you, thank you for everything.” you whispered, refusing to allow the stinging in your eyes to grow. “I love you more Y/N, now you go out there and no matter what you make your old man proud yeah?” he said, sniffing back his own tears.
“Course Pops.”
~
“And this is your new classmate, Miss Y/N Y/L/N.” you swore you could die with how annoying this day was getting. Some more student introductions and you were sure to lose it. “Where are you from dear?” the woman you had known to be Ms. Connor asked. “Jersey.” you spoke flatly, eyes trailing downwards for a second before you purse your lips, an awkward feeling making your ears heat up with an uncomfortable burn. “That’s nice, well you can take a seat in the back, next to Mister Munson.” She said, holding your arm slightly, whispering in your ear, “You tell me if he gives you any trouble.”
You stifled a laugh, looking at the so-called “Mister Munson”. ‘Probably one of the more normal fucking people here’, you thought your eyes meeting the mop of brown curls, vest patched with small images the could resemble your own.
Your grin did not falter as you walked towards the back of the class, eyes following you as you took your jacket off your forearm and placed it in the back of your seat along with your bag. The seat was cool when you finally situated yourself on it, Ms. Connor immediately starting with a few math problems to warm the class up. You could feel Munson’s eyes on you, a slight smirk placing itself on your lips as you placed your elbows on the table, looking at him dead in the eyes as a smile plastered itself on his own features. He was handsome, definitely so. His jaw was firm and strong, lips plump and pink, nose cute and a little red likely from the cold. Eyes, pretty little doe eyes that you swore sparkled when you met them with your own, noting that unlike your dark color, his eyes were like little pools of honey, closely resembling crystals.
“Eddie, Eddie Munson.” he whispered, his voice soft but just slightly raspy, letting you know he had likely been refraining from using it since he woke up this morning. “Y/N” you whispered back, eyes drifting slowly back to the teacher in hopes that you wouldn’t earn yourself a detention notice on your very first day. However, as much as you’d like to avoid conflict it was hard when the boy next to you kept looking over, eyes sometimes landing on your face while other times it would simply scan over the expanse of your clothing, or finding their way to your arms. Eyes wide as he took notice of the ink on your arms. Specifically the mini tramp stamp like tattoo that rested on your wrist closest to him, because instead of a heart as a centerpiece your skin showed a wide bat, its wings spreading into the thorn like designs of the little drawing.
You could’ve giggled as you felt warm fingers pull your wrist towards the desk next to you, allowing the stranger to run a finger pad across the black and red lines that had been marked into your skin just a few months before. Eyes returning as he nudged your hand, forcing your gaze to meet him as he silently rolled up his own sleeve, clenching his fist and showing you his own forearm, one that had a handsome little pattern of bats, the dark color in beautiful contrast with his pale skin.
A knock at the door interrupted your small encounter, pulling your hand back but wishing you could’ve run your own hand over the seemingly baby soft skin of Eddie’s, eyes reluctantly darting away from his arm as a small woman entered the room. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need the new student to report to the guidance office to submit a few papers.” the woman said, looking around the classroom before her eyes softly met yours. “Of course, Ms. Y/L/N, if you would please, and take one of these pages for your homework tonight.” she placed her hand on a small stack of documents on the corner of her desk.
You sigh, not daring to look back at Eddie as you stood up, momentarily placing your weight on the palms of your hands as you swung your backpack to rest on your shoulder, jacket finding home once again draped across your forearm as your boot’s footsteps followed you, swiping up a page before following the woman towards the office, your peripheral vision not missing the way Eddie’s stare followed you all the way out, to your knowledge only breaking when you had fully exited the room and the only sign of your presence was the slight echo of your footsteps.
~
Of course with your fucking luck, by the time you were out of the office lunch period had already rolled around, your body mixed with the tens of student’s that were still lingering in the hallways and those that were already making their way to the lunch room. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the small stares, of course with being the new kid it would be expected but it was still annoying as hell.
The annoyance however, was quickly replaced by a sense of overwhelming confusion. You weren’t a stranger to high school cliques, or to the pyramid of power that stupidly made certain students feel superior to others. Although bull, you knew that it would affect your treatment and therefore, picking the correct spot in a sea of already established seats was going to be harder than you thought.
“Ow!” you exclaimed, feeling the bump of a body behind you, causing you to slightly lurch forward as you turned, already irritated with whoever had just crashed into you. “Oh, shit my bad, sorry.” a lanky kid spoke, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared up at you, an instant feeling of nervousness falling over him and his friend. “Are you new here?” his friend asked, a slight slur in his words. Your eyes squinted, “Yeah, how’d you know?” you asked, stepping slightly away to cross your arms over your chest. “Kinda hard to not know when the town’s so small, I’m Mike, this is Dustin.” he pointed at his friend. “Y/N” you said, raising a fist to bump at both of them. “Would you like to sit at our table? I mean…if you don’t have somewhere else to sit? It’s right over there.” Dustin pointed, your eyes immediately landing on the brunette from Ms. Connor’s class. “Sure.” you smiled.
You followed both of the kids, noting that they were very likely freshmen due to their youthful looks compared to the rest of the guys around the table that you approached.
“Hey guys, this is-” Dustin was interrupted by an almost thunderous clap, your eyebrow raising as Eddie stood up, hands clasped together. “Y/L/N! The hell are you doing at the freak’s table?” he smiled, looking down at you slightly as he stopped right in front of you. You tilted your head towards him, ignoring the almost gobsmacked stares of the boys seated around the table. “Your little friends here offered me sanctuary from the claws of social ruin.” you laughed, nodding at the two boys who shared confused faces. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, but by all means,” he bowed, stepping to the side and allowing you entry to the empty seat beside him, “Never had a pretty girl join the table.” he said, much more lowly than he had previously spoken, almost making sure that only you could hear it. Nonetheless you accepted the offer, Mike and Dustin sitting right beside you as you set your bag down, jacket over your lap.
“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” you smiled at the boys in front of you. “Gareth” spoke the one directly in front of you, his arm crossing to extend a hand. Eddie smiled, watching you slap the palm of Gareth’s hand lightly, linking your knuckles together before letting go of his hand, which he kept suspended in the air for a second, surprise catching the table at the unconventional handshake. “Jeff.” greeted the dark skinned boy right next to Gareth, his own hand coming up to meet yours in a slightly less awkward shake, already having a view of what you deemed a proper hello. “This isn’t real.” laughed Mike, his head shaking with a small laugh.
“What?” you paused, turning to him, eyes slightly wide thinking maybe you’d already done something wrong. “Girls don’t dude shake!” he sputtered, pulling a laugh from your throat as you pushed his shoulder slightly, from behind Dustin. “And guy’s don't whine like little girls but here we are!” you laughed.
“Holy shit. You have tattoos?” Dustin gawked, eyeing your arms drawing everyone’s attention to your colored limbs. “Oh, uh yeah. Yeah I have a few.” You said, holding your arms out to the inspection of the four new teenage boys you had been introduced to, eyeing Eddie as he leaned in as well, taking a closer look at the black marks across your arms.
“ Hm, I like this one best.” he smirked, pointing of the same doodle he had inspected closely in Ms. Connor’s class, the tip of his pinky swiping across your wrist. “Well I happen to like this one myself.” you grinned, pushing his sleeve upwards to reveal the same markings he had shown you prior, his heart speeding up as he felt your hand land on his bicep slightly before moving away much to his displeasure.
“What’s this one for?” Jeff asked, pointing at the one that was normally hidden under the sleeve of your shirts, but exposed once you had stretched your arm over to reach for Eddie. Your smile dropped slightly, eyes holding contact with his own for a split second before you dropped your arm to your lap, slightly stretching the fabric of your shirt to cover the spot again. You knew exactly what he was pointing at, given it was the only tattoo that was near your shoulder. The 2 floating leaves.
“That’s,” you cleared your throat, sitting up slightly as you looked around the table, the mood very obviously shifting once they noticed your slight discomfort. “That’s um, for my mom, my mom and my sister. They loved cultivating, ya know gardening and shit. It used to be their favorite thing.” you smiled, one that was clearly forced. You felt Eddie’s ringed hand land on your shoulder, the boys all understanding what you meant when you used the past tense to describe your loved ones.
“Shit Y/N, sorry.” Gareth whispered, lowly enough to not draw any more attention to the matter. You cleared your throat again, this time grinning much more genuinely. “It’s fine, really. Just a uh, sensitive topic, I don’t mind.” you smiled, looking at all the boys to make sure they understood your sincerity. Nonetheless, an uncomfortable silence had fallen in the small group, one you didn’t want to bear any longer.
“So. Hellfire? What’s that?” you questioned, turning to Eddie and pointing at his shirt, one that all the guys seemed to be wearing. Eddie perked up, bringing his seat closer to the table, a new aura of excitement slowly rising as everyone’s attention was brought to him. “It’s my club, my DnD club to be exact.” he smiled, looking at you, but before he could continue you butted in, “Oh, Dungeons and Dragons? You guys a party?” you inquired, eyebrows furring just a bit, smile never dropping as Eddie laughed, bowing his head. “Woman, don’t make me fall in love with you.” he grinned, eyes lazily looking at you as his head hung slightly.
Your giggle made all the boy’s hearts rise, eyes almost turning into little heart orbs. “I’m not completely uncultured, Mister Munson. I know what DnD is, just never had the opportunity to play.” your hand found its place over his, a warm feeling spreading across your face as he took hold of it, his slightly warmer, and maybe a tad bit rougher.
“Oh dude, then you should totally join our party!” Gareth grinned, hands lightly tapping the table as he pushed his tray away. All eyes were on you as you turned to face Eddie once again, a sparkle in your eye as you locked eyes with him, “Do I have your blessing?” your tone dancing mockingly as you pressed his hand slightly, only enough to create comfortable contact.
“Anything you want Y/L/N”
I’m so absolutely excited to start this series, it’s gonna be a rollercoaster!!!
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Summary: Every time you encountered Eddie Munson you dreaded what was to come. You weren’t particularly clumsy, neither was he, so how in the ever loving fuck was it that he always managed to somehow cause a mini train wreck every time you were around him.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 3.4k
One:
The cafeteria was completely immersed in talk of the new upcoming championship game, everyone wanted to see the Hawkins Tigers win a title after being in a rather mediocre streak for the past few years. You, on the other hand, had a much different lunch period than what everyone else had. As you walked through the tables of cliques you eyed everyone, the geeks and nerds, the party goers, athletes and the nearby table of cheerleaders. The semi normal people, the ones who weren’t extremely popular but also weren’t exactly at the bottom of the Hawkins High food chain. The loners, the ones who had purposefully decided to isolate themselves in hopes that maybe high school would pass by without inconveniencing them anymore. Then, by the windows you spotted your main target. The Hellfire Club.
You tried not laughing every time you even thought of the name. For a group of tabletop game playing nerds they sure as hell loved putting on the face of a badass group. Especially their curly headed leader, Edward, or Eddie Munson. Oh he loved the attention, loved trying to live up to the image of a satanic cultist with plans to overthrow the world. His idea of fun was to stand up on tables and deliver dramatically improvised monologues about the scam that was the social hierarchy of high school and his displeasure at the teachers. Your feet patterned lightly as you walked up to the athletes first.
One advantage of being head of the school newspaper’s on site ‘department’? You could walk up to virtually any table without weird looks or judgemental stares and whispers. Everyone knew you, not for popularity, looks or money. But everyone knew Y/N Y/L/N, the girl who would walk up to every club and group leader at the end of the year to know who to contact for student related stories, who went to every game to report back on the highlights of the night, who spoke on the intercom every single morning right before the bell, filling the school’s hallways and rooms with her voice as she spoke about upcoming school events and stories.
“Hey, Chrissy Ms. Connor is going to need you to stop by her office during the last period, we’re doing a small story on the new uniforms and we need your input on a few things.” you spoke softly, crouching down on your knees to speak lowly to the cheerleader. Your hand was slightly tickled where it rested on the back of her seat as she looked at you, smiling softly, her blue eye shadow sparkling as her eyes crinkled a little. ‘Sure, thank you for letting me know.” she said, grabbing the signed pass that you handed her so that she could successfully excuse herself when she was needed. You stood up straight, leaving the table and walking as you checked off her name from your list. You headed for the Hellfire table now, the very last club that you needed to question for the upcoming year. Your feet carried you swiftly, knowing that you wanted to be done with your duties so that you could sit down in the newspaper room and eat your lunch in peace. So much for that.
“Hey, Ed-” you yelped, clipboard and your notebook falling to the ground, your pens spilling everywhere as you quickly reached to cover your face, too late to stop the swift attack that came from Eddie’s ring clad hand.
“Oh shit.” he laughed, but quickly reached for you, tugging you to him as a slightly mocking smile played on his lips as he looked at you. “My bad sweetheart, didn’t see you there.” he spoke, hand resting on the side of your rib cage. You glared at him, stepping away from his embrace, that albeit warm, was incredibly inappropriate given your circumstances. You couldn’t help but smile, as the freshman you knew as Dustin Henderson quickly handed you your things back neatly. “Thank you honey.” you smiled, before the same face dropped as you stared at Eddie.
“Ms. Connor’s, 3:15. You’re going to need to fill out next year's appeal if you want the kids to continue using the drama room after your graduation for the club.” you spoke flatly, ripping off the last pass from your little notebook and handing it to him, his hand snaking around yours to bring your knuckles to his lips. “Thanks for letting me know my lady.” he smirked, which only drew another scoff from you. The table was getting whiplash with how fast you were changing moods, especially after you whipped your head around, instantly smiling softly at Dustin and setting a hand on his shoulder, “Say hi to your mom for me Dustin.”
Eddie watched you take your leave. His graduation huh?
Two:
You hummed slightly as you passed by the classrooms of bored students. You looked forward to the three day weekend, thanking the board for scheduling a teacher’s day the following Monday. Along with the newspaper, the privilege of being able to get coffee from the teacher’s lounge was gracefully used by you, your hand warmed by the liquid that you were slowly sipping in your hand. Of course by now it wasn’t as steaming as you’d like it, but that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t just as pleasant to drink as you walked to the library, your study hall session being the very last one of the day for you.
But of course, good things never last, especially when you get knocked to the ground by a large running figure, clad in dark jeans, a black sabbath shirt and a heavy leather jacket. You think the air just got completely knocked out of your lungs as you wheeze, shutting your eyes tightly and feeling a semi-warm liquid spreading across your stomach. You don’t think your head took much of a hit, it’s only that hollow feeling spreading in your chest but fading swiftly that’s bothering you.
“Holy shit sweetheart.” You feel two rough hands grab you from under your shoulders, as they helped you lift off the ground, your eyes opening slightly to see a mop of dark brown curls fanning against you, a slight grin playing on the face that looks down at you, eyes hinting at concern. “You okay? Didn’t mean to knock you down so hard baby.” Eddie’s eyes are scanning you, holding you by your waist as he watches his friend pick your cup up from the floor and toss it in the nearby trash bin walking away mumbling something about going to the custodian to get some paper towels for the small spill. The spill
“My shirt Edward!” you gasp, already cringing at the sticky feeling that you felt on your abdomen as you carefully peeled the fabric away to inspect the damage. Great, the brand new white shirt that you had literally just worn for the first time was now ruined with the caffeinated drink. “Damn, you won’t ever stop calling me that huh?” he smiled, one of his hands leaving your waist rubbing at the back of your head. “And I am NOT your baby.” you said harshly, stepping away from him and completely ignoring his last statement. You felt annoyance starting to rise as he let out a stifled laugh, arm coming to wrap around your shoulders. “Come on, lemme make it up to you. I have a spare shirt in the club room that you can use.” he said, guiding you as you tried to pry your frame from his grasp, your efforts useless and he opened the door to the semi lit room, the scent of soda and cheap snacks hitting your senses.
You watched the lanky boy walk up to the throne like chair at the very head of the table, grabbing a bag from underneath and rummaging through it hunched over before pulling out a plain black t-shirt. You didn’t know why you were accepting it, you could’ve easily gone home early if you had just notified the office of your accident. But here you were, standing frowning as he approached you, shirt clutched in his hand and a frustrating smirk on his face.
“Here, it’s not dirty or anything, I just left it here on accident, meant to be a gym shirt.” he said, handing you the soft cotton material and walking back to the end of the room. You said nothing, staring slightly wide eyed as he turned around, sighing and tensing his shoulders a bit before relaxing them. Of course he’d want to stay in the room while you change, nonetheless you huff, placing the shirt on the table beside you and grabbing at yours, pausing when you saw his shoulders shake in laughter. “Don’t you dare look back Edward Munson.” you snapped, your eyes squinting at him and throwing daggers at his leather clad back. “My god, you can just call me Eddie.” he laughs again, looking down. It’s amusing to him how many little huffs he can draw from your lips.
You hear the final bell of the day ring, signifying the start of the weekend. While the chatter of students and the opening of lockers fill your ears you quickly take your shirt off, using the sleeves to wipe your abdomen and grabbing another napkin that’s near you to finish wiping away any stickiness that could be left behind. You can’t help but notice how comfortable his shirt is, a scent of cheap cologne, smoke and a mix between woodsy musk and a hint of weed surrounding you as you adjust it to your upper body, opting to not tuck the garment under your shirt despite it’s obvious length, showing that an item like this was meant for someone slightly taller with bigger shoulders.
“Okay you can turn around.” you sigh, feeling like an awkward preteen as his eyes land on you, his eyes going wide and a cheshire cat smirk growing on his lips as he shuffles quickly towards you, his clinginess to you once again showing as he wraps both arms around your middle. “You look great with it princess.” he huffs out. Eddie doesn’t want to creep you out with the staring, but he’d be lying if he said you didn’t awake a certain fire in him when he looked at you. Wearing HIS shirt. “Edward,” you draw out the last syllable, turning to grab your shirt, your bodies now impossibly close as he hunches a little to meet your back with his chest, chin finding a home in your shoulder. His heart fluttered when he heard a small giggle come from you, the tips of his hair tickling your chin and neck.
“You need to let go, everyone’s probably out of the parking lot by now.” you warned, not knowing why you felt so comfortable being so close to him. I mean sure, he wasn’t ugly by any means, it’s not like you hadn’t ever noticed his fluffy hair, the way his brown eyes lingered on you, the movement of his jaw when he spoke, the slight bob in his throat when he swallowed. No, Hawkins High’s “freak” was by no means unattractive to you in the slightest sense. You lost yourself a little, hearing him hum and turn to brush his face against your neck, swaying you both slightly, the rocking comfortable and sweet.
“Let me take you out today, maybe go catch some dinner.” he whispered, his unnecessarily soft words making a cold slithering chill run to the top of your spine, making you slightly dizzy. “ I don’t know Ed, it’s not very appropriate.” you said, closing your eyes and subconsciously running your hands across his forearms to rest on his own. Another laugh, “I know I know, head of the newspaper committee, going out with the school’s freak.” His words made you frown a little, craning your neck softly to look at him without messing up the comfortable position you found yourself in. “Don’t say that Edward, it’s just you know, could be seen as a conflict of interest, me going out with anyone from the student body. Like that Peter kid, only got with Sarah from printing so that he could get on the front page to boast about his scholarship.” you sighed
“Trust me sweetheart, I’m not looking to date a pretty girl just to get on the front page.” he said, holding you just a little closer, a little tighter. “Fine, 56 Burrow Ave, 7 pm. But just this once, Munson.” you warned, stepping away to shuffle out of the room, not ignoring the way your body missed the comfortable warmth of Eddie’s embrace. However you did miss the way he silently jumped after you closed the door, pumping his fist in the air at the thought of finally taking you out on a date.
Three:
After the date you and Eddie had started talking a lot more, your promise of only allowing him one evening falling through quickly as he found ways to spend more time together. Of course you couldn’t say no to him, not when he looked at you with those pretty little deer eyes, puffing his cute little pink lip out and hugging you close to his chest. No, it was impossible for you to deny him, especially when your feelings for him started growing more every time you two hung out. It was clear the feeling was mutual, no one missed the way Eddie ‘The Freak'' Munson followed you around, leaning over your locker, your body sometimes stepping into his worn out van. Sure, it was an odd pairing, but no one dared comment on it, especially not when you were the main student who approved every story submitted to the paper, one swipe of your pen and you could throw an entire column into the trash bin. No one of course, except Jason Carver, who swore up and down that Eddie was harassing you, or black mailing you, or whatever it was that kept you by his side so often.
“You want something freak?” Jason’s irritated voice only fueled Eddie’s ego as he stuck his tongue out, fingers shooting up to imitate horns as he pushed out a slithering noise from his throat. Jason was visibly pissed, his irritation only growing and manifesting itself in more insults towards Eddie. “Ya know you’re lucky Y/L/N” isn’t here, she doesn’t have to see you getting embarrassed.” he seethed. Eddie tried to keep his cool, not letting his smile falter as he walked back and forth on the floor after having stepped down from the table. “Hmm, I don’t know Jason, Y/N seems pretty happy to be around this freak.” he smiled, grabbing a piece of his hair and bringing it around his mouth, covering the shit eating smirk on his face. Jason’s face started blooming with redness, “Fucking delusional is what you are, what do you have against her huh? She owe you something? Lost a bet and now she needs to act all cozy to a satanist?
“You know Jason, if you know what’s good for you, I’d recommend shutting your mouth about my girl.” Eddie could only keep his anger inside for so long, and hearing Jason speak about you as if Eddie hadn’t worked his ass off to get with you was starting to get to his head. A howling laughter left Jason, and as you entered the cafeteria you could immediately sense the tension, the corner of your eye catching Chrissy Cunningham walking timidly towards her boyfriend, who to your displeasure was getting all in Eddie’s face. “You wish someone loved you, freak.” Chrissy took hold of Jason’s arm, ‘Jason…that’s enough.” she said quietly, her own face going pink with embarrassment.
“Exactly,” you spoke, now speeding towards Eddie, your face fuming with rage as you hastily walked across the tiled floor, continuing to speak as you approached the trio in the middle of the cafeteria. “That’s enough, I don’t want to hear another stupid insult from you towards my boyfriend Jason, or you can kiss goodbye any kind of coverage on the championship.” The tension was so heavy that the entire cafeteria was silent, watching the scene before their eyes unfold. Eddie’s heart sped up, you called him your boyfriend. In front of the entire school.
“Come on Y/N, you can’t seriously like him. I mean seriously, we can help you, we can make sure he never even looks in your direction again! Just give-” his words were interrupted by the harsh striking clattering of your clipboard hitting your feet, making Chrissy and the entire room flinch. Anyone could sense the danger Jason was in, you were calm, collected, kind and soft spoken. No one in the history of Hawkins had ever seen you so enraged, your chest slowly heaving as you stepped towards Jason, “If you EVER speak to my Eddie that way again, I’ll make sure the entire Tigers Basketball team won’t ever see the front page of the newspaper ever again. Do you understand?” Now you were in Jason’s face, your nostrils heavily flared.
No response.
“I said, do you understand Jason Carver!” your tone was raised, heavy, demanding. You were fed up with all the insults, with the mockery. To you, Eddie Munson was the epitome of perfection, he was the best guy you had ever met. He was kind, caring, funny, and talented. His eyes were only for you and your’s for him, his arms were made to be wrapped around you comfortably, to be tangled with your limbs as you woke up to a soft morning light, much like you had this very morning, having spent the entire night sleeping soundly next to your love. Eddie was yours, yours to love to protect, and you’d be damned if you didn’t even if he could fend for himself.
“Just don't come crawling back when he ruins your life.” he scoffed, letting Chirssy lead him away, the apologetic blonde whispering a sorry and mumbling something that sounded like “you took it too far” to her embarrassed boyfriend. You glared at the tables around you, forcing them to look away, and continue conversation although you were sure this incident would be the talk of the town for the next few days.
Sighing, you turned to your boyfriend, who had just finished scooping your things up and took hold of his hand, turning to lead him back to where he would usually sit. You were silent, letting him sit first and place your things on the table before taking your recently established place on his lap, looking down and fidgeting with the bracelet of his that you usually wore, a little pattern of coffin charms and little black wood spheres. You leaned into his warm embrace, taking notice that he now also smelled like that woodsy cologne you had bought him at the mall as a small gift for everything he had been doing for you. A small laugh broke you from your train of thoughts.
“Your girl is metal as shit man.” Gareth smiled, patting your shoulder in hopes of comforting you. Everyone knew you were probably feeling regret at your actions, the display so awfully foreign to you. “Seriously Y/N/N, you’re cooler than Mike’s girlfriend, and she has super powers!” Dustin exclaimed, followed by a “Dude!” and a punch to the shoulder. That made you smile, you couldn’t stay upset when the boys were trying so hard to cheer you up from your sunken state.
Chatter slowly engulfed you, but Eddie stayed silent, face hidden in the crook of your neck as you felt his fingers rub your stomach soothingly. “Your Eddie huh? First time you’ve called me that.” He smiled, feeling your neck turn, looking down at him slightly and cupping his face. You kiss the little bump of his nose, your mood lifting immediately as you take in his face. A little bit of pink spreading on his cheeks, something you’d only be able to see it you were this close to his face
“Yeah, my Eddie. You asked me out almost 2 weeks ago, about time I gave my boy a nickname, no?” You grinned, slightly turning your face to the side. Eddie laughed quietly, pulling you just a little tighter. “Yeah, you’re right baby.” He said, placing his fist on the table, accidentally causing a spoon to launch his applesauce at you. You squinted, throwing your head back as you laughed, Eddie quickly wiping the sauce from your forearm. “I love you so much Eddie.”
