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None of it was real ~ eddie munson x reader

summary: after witnessing your bestfriends death, you find comfort being with eddie munson. or at least you thought so…

warnings: mentions of death, angst, panic attacks, depersonalization

a/n: hi guys! i got inspired to write this oneshot while listening to that audio rue says in euphoria “none of it was real. it was all an illusion.” this is a long oneshot so hopefully you guys think it was worth the long read. i hope you all enjoy it! (i’m sorry, in advance…)

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Death.

You’ve never had anyone close to you die.

Not an aunt, uncle, parent, cousin.

You didn’t know how to deal with it. Not to mention coping.

It was unexpected. All you were doing was going to his house to watch a movie together and you found him on the floor. You were scared, heart racing. Not knowing what to do. Your hands shaking as you try your best to help and grab his home phone to call 911.

Your bestfriend from childhood laying dead in your arms.

As much as it hurt you to watch him die, you couldn’t help but think “I didn’t even get to tell him about the way I feel about him.”

The doctors were the ones who found out what had happened. A stroke left untreated.

It was all just a terrible day. You felt guilty knowing you could’ve been there sooner to help him if you hadn’t payed much attention to your appearance. Or if you hadn’t prepared yourself to tell him how you felt. Or if you didn’t spend half an hour deciding what to wear.

You felt a piece of you die. You felt empty inside; hollow.

Mixed emotions ran through you when he died.

Anger. Sadness. Shock. Denial. Guilt.

Also known as some of the stages of grief. At least that’s what your dad would tell you. He’d tell you it’s normal to feel the way you do.

He didn’t understand but in a way, he did. It was like your bestfriend was a son to your dad. It was like he had lost a child. Your bestfriend was a year older than you yet you guys did everything together.

You couldn’t stay in your town. You had to leave. Driving pass places where you would hang out with him break your heart. That town did nothing but remind you of what you and him used to do together.

Your dad understood you and, luckily, you were able to get the hell out of there and move in with your mom out of state. She lived in Indiana while your dad lived in Wisconsin.

Your parents had split up because of their constant bickering. You had guessed it was because your dad would be at work, leaving your mom feeling alone. Sure she had you to keep her company but you were always with your best friend.

However your mom loved your dad dearly, having no harsh feeling towards him.

You’ve been living with your mom for about a month now and every now and then your dad calls to check up on you.

You’ve been attending Hawkins High. Having no friends. Not because your peers didn’t like you, but because you felt like you were replacing your best friend. You would always keep the conversation short when someone would walk up to you.

Just a couple more months. You thought to yourself. Then you’d be graduating, finally being free from high school.

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Your classes went by fast. Not that you payed much attention to them as you had your headphones on. It was like a sign for everyone else not to talk to you.

Behind Hawkins High there was a forest where you’d find yourself spending your afternoon in. It was quiet, no one goes out there. Right?

As you were changing the song from your walkman, you heard something.

Snap.

It was a tree branch.

“Who’s out there?” You yelled out towards the noise.

No response.

You pick up a pretty heavy branch and approach the noise. As you approach it, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You quickly turn around and scream.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You yelled at the guy.

Wait.

“Edward?” You say to the man and attempt to feel him. You’re in disbelief.

The guy looked just like your best friend. He had his long, curly black hair, big brown eyes, the same face as him. What the fuck is going on?

“Close but no, sweetheart.” He smiled and laughed. “It’s just Eddie, no one calls me by my first name.”

You looked at him confused. Your eyes look him up and down. You couldn’t help but get teared up. He looks exactly like him, you thought. A million thoughts go through your head but are soon interrupted by his voice.

“You okay?” Eddie says, concerned now.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I thought you were someone else, sorry.” You reply as you wipe away your tears. Eddie puts his hands on your shoulder and rubs it.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” You say, quietly. “I have to go, bye now.”

“Hold on. What’s your name?” He asks as he makes sure you don’t leave quickly.

“It’s y/n. I really do have to go now.” You say to him trying to leave.

“Alright y/n. I’ll see you back here tomorrow?” He asked hopefully. All you do is smile back and nod slightly. You couldn’t be there anymore. It was all just too much for you.

Did that really happen?

No.

He looked just like him?

Your breathing became erratic.

Breathe y/n. Breathe.

You attempt to calm yourself down but you couldn’t help but overthink everything.

You walked home, having your headphones over your ears; volume on full blast as some sort of solution to drown your thoughts. As you walked home, all you could think about was Eddie.

You left your old city, not to mention state, to escape the reminder of your bestfriend. And now that you’ve moved, someone who resembles him is here?

You make your way into your house and announce your arrival to your mom. She tells you that dinner is almost done but you didn’t have an appetite. It’s as if you were sick. You couldn’t possibly keep any food down.

You made your way into your bedroom and change into grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Your room was empty. Not furniture wise, it just didn’t feel like anyone lived there. The feeling was just cold and empty. All you really had was your full sized bed, a nightstand, and a drawer you had for your clothes. You had no posters of movie stars or posters of your favorite films. There was no decorations in your room because you felt like ‘what was the point of them’.

You didn’t know how to go back to “normal.” You didn’t know how to cope with your feelings or deal with something like that. However you didn’t feel like going to therapy as you felt like your family would treat you differently. Like you were something fragile.

You went downstairs and sat in the living room and watched some TV to distract your mind and to stop thinking about him. Well, both of them.

“You’re awfully quiet today, sweetie. Is everything alright?” You mom asked you as she was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

“Everything’s fine, mom. Just a boring day that’s all.” You lied. You didn’t feel like talking to your mom about it because then she’d think you were going crazy.

“You sure?” She asked, now coming into the living room to see you.

“I’m sure mom.” You say as you give her a soft smile.

“Alright, well if you need anything, let me know okay, sweetie?” She says smiling towards you. “Dinner’s ready, i’ve already set the table.” Even though you didn’t have an appetite, you still followed her to the kitchen because you didn’t want her to worry anymore.

That’s how you handled your feelings. You’d say your fine and keep them all in so you won’t worry anyone else. You didn’t want people to worry for you. In a way, you felt guilty knowing you’d lie to them but you thought it’d be fine since they won’t be concerned about you.

Your mom made you some fettuccine pasta. She knew that was your favorite. Your moms been doing her best at cooking some of your favorite foods to keep you happy.

You ate your food and had some small talk with your mother and then excused yourself so you could go to your room.

That memory in the forest kept replaying in your mind.

God he looked just like him. Those big brown eyes you thought you’d never see again. That smile. That face.

Seeing someone who you thought you’d never see again was a new feeling. A feeling you’ve never felt before. It was a feeling of nostalgia but you were still distraught. You couldn’t help but think about the both of them. Tears were brought to your eyes as you remember the memories you and your bestfriend had.

Going to the mall and buying everything in sight while your bestfriend would constantly get upset at you for getting him things.

Going to his house and getting blackout drunk while he was home alone.

Spending time with him watching horror and romcom movies.

Having snowball fights with him when it would snow.

You missed him more than ever before. You cried yourself to sleep. You couldn’t help it anymore. Letting all of your built of tears needed to be out. It felt good? It was the first time you’ve ever done that and you knew it wouldn’t be your last.

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Friday

You wake up to go to school and you were feeling relieved it would be the last time you’d wake up early for the week.

You quickly got dressed in a dark grey zip up hoodie and black baggy jeans with your black converse. You had also made sure to bring your walkman and your headphones.

You didn’t feel like doing your makeup because you just felt guilty. It reminded you of the fact that the last time you had done it, your best friend passed.

You went downstairs to find your mom waiting for you. As always, she would take you to school but every morning she would beg you to eat something. You didn’t eat breakfast as you thought it would make you feel gross throughout the school day.

She takes you to school and tells you to have a good day. You always say thank you and give her a smile. You put on your headphones and you made your way towards the building and made it into your first period.

You’re greeted by your teacher and you smile and sit down. Your class goes by fast and once it’s over, your teacher tells you to stay after for a bit.

“Hi, y/n. I just wanted to check up on you since you seemed quiet.” She tells you with a concerned face.

“Everything’s good Ms. O’Donnelle. Thank you for the concern.” You reply to her with a smile.

“If you need anything, just know that we’re all here for you.” She says and rubs your shoulder.

“Thank you.” You say softly and excuse yourself.

You go on with your day and lunch soon comes. You did nothing for lunch, not even eat. All you did was stay in one of your teachers classroom to do homework from another class.

The teachers didn’t mind it of course since you were doing work and stayed quiet. You had your volume from your walkman all the way up and did your work.

You couldn’t help but feel nervous as the school day ended because you knew you’d see Eddie again. A part of you wanted to see him. He looked so much like him it was unreal.

Once lunch was over, you went on with your day and made it through your last few classes. Sure you payed attention to them even when you had your headphones on but you didn’t have the volume all the way up.

Once your last class finished up, you felt a sudden feeling of nervousness. You felt like your heart was in your throat and your stomach was eating itself. You just felt nervous.

You made your way towards the forest and go to the table that was at the forest and find him sitting there. He seemed to be smoking and you smell the odor of marijuana. Wow.

Stop it y/n. Why are you blushing? What is wrong with you? This is not the time or place to be feeling this way. You shamed yourself for feeling something you havent felt in a while.

“Well hello there, sweetheart.” Eddie says to you and he puts out his blunt. You noticed that once you came he put out his blunt. Was that because he didn’t want you to experience the second-hand smoke? Was there another reason? You overthought everything he did.

“Hi there.” You said to him shyly as you looked down. You made you feel nervous but in a good way? Stop it y/n.

He gestures his hand to the empty spot on the table in front of him and you sit down.

“So how was school? I’m assuming you go to Hawkins High right?” He asks you.

“Yeah I do, it was fine I guess.” You reply. “How was school for you? Do you also go there?” You’ve never seen him around school so you felt the need to ask him.

“Nah, I don’t go to school. I… graduated.”He says in a weird tone.

That was weird, you thought.

He sounded hesitant? Was he lying to you? Did he actually graduate? Or did he just drop out?

“Are you sure?” You ask him since you were actually curious about if he actually graduated or not.

“Yeah im sure. I hesitated cause it… feels weird to say it out loud.” He says looking the floor, kicking his feet at the ground. You reply with an “oh” and smile towards him.

“That reminds me, I’ve never seen you around here before. Are you new?” He asks you, now looking into your eyes.

“Yeah, I moved here about a month ago.” You say softly as you look down at your fingers, fiddling with them. You were reminded as to why you had moved. The memories from that day filled your mind. The sight of seeing your best friend on the floor, in your arms was all you could think about.

Eddie had noticed that you seemed lost in your own mind. He saw your eyes go empty. Like you were in a different world.

“Y/N?” He says and gets up and walks to the other side of the table to move you a bit. You’re out of your trance as you jump slightly when he touches you. You feel; at ease? Like he made you feel better even though he did nothing. He just made you feel comfort. You didn’t notice your eyes filled with tears till you felt one drop down your cheek.

“You okay, y/n?” Eddie asks you and he brings up his hand to wipe away your tears from your face. You felt like sobbing into his hands as he reminded you so much of him. And so you did. Tears start pouring out of your eyes and Eddie quickly makes you get up to hug him. You completely lost it. You sobbed into his chest holding onto his torso ever so tightly.

Eddie didn’t seem to mind it though as he too hugged you tightly. It was like he was there to comfort you. You sobbed till you felt like your head was going to explode. You slowly raise your head and loosen the grip your had on him and look up at Eddie. He looks down at you and raises his hand towards the back of your head and rubs it.

There was no talking. It was just silent. Not that awkward silence though, it was a peaceful and comforting silence. You enjoyed not talking and just letting yourself cry since you didn’t feel like you had to explain how you felt. You found comfort when you were hugging Eddie. You tried so hard not to as you didn’t want to replace your bestfriend.

But god, Eddie was making that so hard. You knew that you’d never be as close to someone as you were with Edward but you still tried to make the best out of it.

Eddie breaks the comforting silence and says, “If you need to do that again, don’t hesitate.” He gives you a reassuring smile and hugs you, you hug him back.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry for the tear stains on your shirt. And sorry about not giving you a heads up, Eddie.” You tell him as you look up at him.

“It’s really no problem, sweetheart. Trust me.”

You give him a soft smile and tell him that it’s time for you to go. You didn’t know why but you felt the urge to invite him over.

“Hey, Eddie. Would you…” You began but hesitated “Sorry… would you like to come over for dinner at my house?” You say looking up at his big brown eyes.

“I cant, not tonight sweetheart. Maybe another day. Yeah?” He says to you looking at the ground.

You felt disappointed. You wanted him to come over but why? You hardly know this guy. “No worries. I’ll see you around, Eddie.”

“Goodbye, y/n!” He screams as you walk away. You turn to him and wave.

You walk home, having your headphones on, and think about what happened at the forest. His weird response kept making you overthink.

Was that really the reason as to why he was hesitant?

Why was he always looking at the ground?

Did he actually have something to do?

Or did he just didn’t want to go over?

Stop it y/n. Stop overthinking everything.

You make it to your front door and announce your arrival. Your mom was in the living room watching tv and starts some small talk.

“You’re here a little bit later.” She says, not taking her eyes off you.

“Yeah, stayed in a class after school for a bit. Homework.” You lied to her. You make sure to keep eye contact as you know she might think your lying.

She nods and tells you that dinner is just yesterday’s leftovers. You tell her alright and head to your room to put down your things and get comfortable changing into your grey sweats.

Once you changed, you went to the kitchen and ate leftover pasta. You eat your dinner and decide to watch TV with your mom. You wanted to tell her about Eddie but you were scared to hear her reaction.

She smiles as you sit down next to her but she notices that you wanted to say something so she asked how your day was in order for you to talk in hopes that you tell her.

“It was just the usual. Nothing new.” You say, keeping your eyes on the TV.

“You sure?” She says put her hand on your shoulder.

“Do you ever feel guilty?” You spat out, turning your head to face her. She looks at you and furrows her brows. She seems confused so you go on and say, “You know, moving on. Do you not feel guilty for moving on from his death?”

“Of course I do sweetie, but it’s the right thing to do. Moving on helps you grow. You’re not forgetting about what happened to him, you’re just accepting it.” She begins to tell you with comfort. She wants you to know that moving on is a healthy thing to do.

“I don’t know if I can though. I feel guilty talking to anyone else at school. I feel guilty if i feel any other emotion that’s not related to being sad. I feel guilty if i spend too much time on my appearance. I feel guilt all the time, mom. Is that normal?” You’ve never talked about your feelings to your mom till now. It’s like what happened in the forest with Eddie was a good thing. All you know is that you’re glad it did, it made you feel… relieved?

Your mom looked at you with sad eyes. “Sweetie, i promise you it’s all normal. Especially because he was your best friend. Everyone copes differently.” She places her hand on your thigh and begins to rub it. She then gives you a reassuring smile and says, “Is there any specific reason you’re asking?”

You look at her not knowing what to say. Part of you wants to tell her about Eddie but the other part of you feels like if you do, it’ll become real. The replacement will become real.

“I, um, I’ve been hanging out with a guy named Eddie,” You began to say. “He looks just like Edward mom. I know it sounds crazy but, he looks and sounds just like him. And I don’t know how to feel about it.”

You mom stares back at you, surprised you told her how you felt. But she’s also proud of you for doing so. “Y/N, it’s perfectly normal to feel distraught about that. You’ve been through something traumatic and I’m proud of you for telling me about it.” She begins to say, reassuring you that its normal to feel the way you’re feeling.

“I just… I don’t know. I feel drawn to him? Like I finally have something to look forward to after school. And i feel terrible for feeling that way.” You noticed your eyes began to fill up with tears but you quickly rub them. You couldn’t help but think about your best friends reaction if he was still here.

You felt like he would be disappointed in you or even heartbroken. You thought he would shame you for moving on so quickly. As you kept overthinking, your mom interrupts your thoughts and says, “Everything will be okay, sweetie. Edward would be proud of you for accepting his death and moving on. I know it sounds hard to hear but it’s for the better. Trust me.”

You nod and thank her, “I love you, mom.”

“I love you too, y/n.”

You excuse yourself and go to your room and quickly find yourself in bed. You did your best to stop overthinking everything but you couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow would be like since it would be Saturday. You felt disappointed that you won’t see Eddie till Monday after school since you didn’t really know whether he’d be at the forest or not.

Thinking of Eddie, you end up going to sleep.

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A couple of months go by and it’s the same schedule. You either stay in your room all day during the weekends and watch movies with your mom and it’s a school day and you go to school and to the forest with Eddie. You’ve never hung out with Eddie on a weekend day so you decided maybe today’s the day to go?

You wake yourself up as it was Saturday and lay in bed for a couple minutes as your eyes begin to adjust to the brightness. All you thought about was him.

Eddie.

You thought of him. But why?

You knew that seeing him was the only thing that kept you feeling happy. Or at least feel something else rather than numb. You couldn’t help but wonder if Eddie spent everyday in the forest at the table. Your mind wandered off thinking what would happen if you had gone to the forest. Just to check if he’s there.

You began to remember what your mom had told you that one night. Edward would be proud of you for accepting his death and moving on.

But did you want to move on? You didn’t know. You just wished you hadn’t been in a position like this.

As you layed in your bed for what seemed about an hour, you heard your mom calling you down for breakfast. You reluctantly got out of bed and feel the cool air hit your bare legs. Goosebumps.

You went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and to relieve yourself. You went towards the kitchen and found your mom eating eggs and pancakes she had just made. You saw that she had served you the same thing and you thank her.

“How’d you sleep, sweetie?” She says as she eats her eggs.

“I slept good, i guess. Nothing different.” You say to her and you begin to cut your pancakes into bite sized pieces.

You and your mom have some small talk but you couldn’t help but think about the forest.

Should I just check?

What if he’s waiting for me?

What if I don’t end up going and he’s just out there?

You made up your mind. You tell her you’d be heading to the forest to hang out.

“Im glad to hear you’ll be out, sweetie. It’s a good step.” She says to you with a smile. “May I ask with who you’ll be joining?”

As you bite down on your last piece of pancakes, you reluctantly say, “I’m not sure… I was kinda hoping to see Eddie.”

Your mom just smiles back and says to invite him over so she can meet him and you nod and smile back.

I already did and he said no. No, he said he couldn’t.

But what if he was lying?

Stop overthinking everything, y/n.

You went to your room and decide to change. You went for some ripped black baggy jeans and a W.A.S.P sweater. For shoes, you decide to just put on your black converse. You didn’t really care about makeup ever since his death but he’ll be proud to see you accept his death. With that thought in mind, you put on black mascara and light eye makeup; black of course.

You remember to take your walkman and headphones then head towards the forest. It wasn’t far from your house so you knew it wouldn’t take long till you found out if he was there or not.

You take a different route towards the table since you wouldn’t be able to go through the regular one since it would’ve been towards the school. You made your way in, having your headphones on full blast. You didn’t feel scared, for some reason you felt at peace.

It was like knowing that you’ll see Eddie seemed to keep your mind busy from overthinking. All you could think about was his pretty brown eyes. Pretty? Why would I think that?

There was no doubt that you didn’t find him attractive. After all, he did resemble your best friend. But you felt like you couldn’t feel that type of way. It was like you felt guilty for feeling that way. You knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t help yourself.

As you keep thinking about Eddie, you find yourself a little lost but you still managed to find your way to the table.

No one was there.

Alright, it’s okay, you begin to think to yourself. Maybe he’s on his way here?

You sat down at the bench and begin place your walkman on the table. But before you do that, you take off your headphones and place them on the table. You face your head down as you reach for your walkman and once you look up, you see Eddie right in front of you.

You gasped loudly, “Oh my god!” You jump slightly.

“Sorry, didnt mean to scare you y/n.” He says to you sounding bad. He puts his hand on your shoulder and rubs his thumbs.

“I didnt hear you?” You say to him confused as you look at him with your brows furrowed. You didnt hear any branches snap or any leaves crunch. In fact, you didnt hear anything at all. Like he had just appeared out of thin air.

“I was just… really quiet… I guess.” He replied, sounded almost unsure. You noticed that he had his eyes pointing downwards.

You looked back at him, eyebrows still furrowed, and asked, “Why do you do that?”

“Do what, exactly?” He responded now looking at you.

“Look away. Ive noticed you’ve done it a number of times.” You take a step closer to him and reach for his hand. Eddie looks down to see what you were trying to do and takes your hand. He puts your hair behind your ear with his available hand and looks deeply into your eyes.

He leans down towards your open ear and whispers, “I’ll explain later, sweetheart. I cant tell you about it at the moment.” He comes back up and looks at you again. “Trust me, yeah?”

You hesitated for a bit and slightly nod, still staring at those brown eyes. You wondered why he couldnt tell you why he did that. But for some reason, you brushed it off like it was nothing. For once, you hadn’t overthought something.

You continue looking at him and asked, “Do you have any plans for today?” You asked him because you had remembered that your mom wanted to meet him.

“I dont, actually. Maybe just hanging out here?” He says as he puts his arms out like he want showing off the forest. He smiles and looks at you. He then walks towards you and looks looks down at you as you were sitting down. His left hand was on the table he says, “Is there any particular reason you ask, sweetheart?”

You instantly felt your heart flutter when you heard him call you that. That fucking feeling.

It was as if you were on a roller coaster and there was a drop. Like all of your organs fell from inside your body. It was like your heart was on the floor.

You look up at him with doe eyes. You noticed that his smile grew bigger.

God.

“I- Um.” You began to say, stuttering a bit. “I wanted to ask if you’d come over to my house? Just for dinner?” You stare at him trying to read his face.

There was a blank expression? It was like you couldn’t read him. Like he didn’t want you to.

“I-” He began but you soon interrupted.

“B- Before you can say no, my mom wanted to meet you. I’m sorry. She’d really love to meet you Eddie”

“I wish I could, Y/N. Really.” Both of your smiles had dropped slowly.

“Please Eddie?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. I’d love to go… it’s just that…” He said hesitating. “Actually. Scratch that.” He looks at you starting to smile again. “I would love to go, sweetheart.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, Eddie.”

“Hey, I said I’d love to go okay?” He says to you as he smiles.

You look up at him and smile. “Great! Actually… we can go right now?” You say that to him noticing that the sun was going down. It was weird… like time went on faster than ever before when you’re with him.

“Sure, Y/N” Eddie says as he helps you get up from the seat. You quickly gather your walkman and he puts his arm around you. You felt safe in his arms. It was like meeting Eddie was the best thing that happened after Edward.

The both of you make your way out of the forest and you guide him towards your house. On the way there, you wouldn’t help but feel your heart beat beating fast. He made you feel the way you felt about Edward. You tried so hard to bury that feeling but you couldn’t help yourself.

And that’s when you realized it. You were starting to fall in love with Eddie Munson. And that scared you, it definitely did. But you kept reminding yourself; Edward would be proud.

As you approached your front lawn, you noticed that Eddie seemed a bit off. Like he was nervous of something. Was it because he was about to meet my mom? Was it because he’s just nervous because he’s scared of what my mom would think?

“Hey… you seem nervous, are you alright?” You say to him as you stop him in his tracks. You turn to face him but he couldn’t look at you. Like he was avoiding eye contact with you. Eddie held out his hand and you took it. He then made his way towards the front door.

“Y/N…” He began to say. But Eddie didn’t sound nervous. I’m fact, there was no stuttering at all. It was like he was just unsure of something. You noticed he sounded like he was full of sorrowfulness. He still wouldn’t look at you in the eyes.

“Eddie. Look at me, please?” You interrupted him. Eddie slowly lifted his head off the ground and his gaze met yours. His beautiful brown eyes were empty. Like that spark that was used to be there… disappeared.

“Y/N, there’s something you need to know.” He whispered to you. “A- And I don’t know how to tell you.” His eyes were empty. You couldn’t read his face anymore.

“Just tell me, Eddie.” You express as you look at him. Your heart was pounding. It was like your heart could burst out of your chest at any second.

“Y/N… I can’t go inside” He looks at you and he sees that your eyes began to fill with tears.

“My mom will be more than happy to meet you, Eddie. There’s no need for you to be nervous.” You try to reassure him but he looks away.

“It’s not that… Y/N.” He’s breaks his gaze with you and begins to look at your door. You notice he closes his eyes tightly. “Y/N… I can’t go inside because I’m not real.” He turns to face you again.

What?

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean you’re not real?

You didn’t know what to think. Like your mind was empty.

“I’m not real.” He lifts up his hand and places it to your face as he tries to cup it. “Can you feel that?”

You felt nothing. All you felt was this cold feeling. Your eyes filled with even more tears and they began to spill straight from your eyes.

“But how?” You were in disbelief. There’s no way. Right? You can vividly remember how Eddie’s hands felt on your skin. You can remember how his torso felt the day you bursted out in tears. You can remember his soft touch against your skin. You can remember the safeness that you felt as he hugged you. You can remember just seeing him, right in front of you.

“It was you, Y/N.” He puts his hand down but continues to look deeply into your eyes. “Witnessing your best friend die in your arms was traumatic for you.”

Your eyes scattered around his face. Like you couldn’t trust him anymore. A feeling of wariness washed over you. You couldn’t trust him. Right?

“I know this is hard, believe me. But I need you to listen to what I’m about to say.” He took a deep breath in.

As much as you wanted to just leave, there was a part of you that made you stand your ground. Like you couldn’t move your feet.

“I look like Edward, correct?”

You nod.

“Well, because you witness his death, your mind pulled back from the experience because it simply seems too scary.” He explains to you. “It’s your brain's natural defense system which is reacting to what it perceives to be danger.”

You felt as if your heart was going to explode. Like it was aching so badly that at any given time, it could break.

You didn’t say anything to him. All you could do was remember the way you felt about him.

No. How he made you feel. How he made you feel when he called you sweetheart. How he made you feel when he would look at you with those big brown eyes. How you would feel when he would hug you ever so tightly. How he would let you express the way you were feeling. How he would stop your mind from overthinking.

Then it hit you.

“My brain made you up so I could cope?” God. You knew was too good to be true.

“Yes. You needed to let your feelings out but you didn’t know how to. You’ve never been through something this traumatic. I’m sorry Y/N.”

You were angry at him. But why? It’s not his fault, right?

“I…. don’t even know what to say.” You look away from him. It. That fragment of your imagination. Whatever Eddie was.

“You’ll be okay, I promise, sweetheart.” Eddie smiles at you as he points his direction towards your front lawn. He starts to head towards it till you say-

“Wait… will…” You begin to hesitate. “….Will i ever see you again?” Party of you still loved Eddie. Part of you wants the whole you to remember your times together. Part of you want to continue being with him, even if he’s not real.

“That’s up to you, sweetheart.” Eddie turns back to look you and he grins. “Till next time, Y/N.” He turns back towards your front lawn and he heads off. You waited till he was out of your direct line of sight.

You waited outside your door as you couldn’t move. You were still in complete shock but you realized that Eddie did help you. His company made you open up to your mom. He allowed for you to express your feelings to your mom and to yourself. He helped you cope through Edwards death.

Of course you still felt empty, but for some reason, that stopped you from feeling helpless.

As you let out a couple more tears and whimpers, you finally decided to go inside.

You take out your hand as it’s still shaking and you slowly turn the door handle.

You make your way inside and find your mom setting the table. You notice that she has three plates out. God.

“Hey sweetie!” She exclaims to you and soon notices your puffy red eyes and wet face. “Oh my god what happened, Y/N?”

You remember how it was because of Eddie that you’re able to talk to your mom about how you felt. “Mom… we wont be needing the third plate.” You say to her as you put your head down, staring at the ground.

“Tell me what happened, sweetie.” She puts her arm around you and guides you towards the couch. But before you both sit down, you immediately hug her. You can’t help but just cry in her shoulder. All of these feelings were running through and out of you.

You hugged your mom tightly and sobbed.

After what seemed to be a few minutes, you slowly pulled away from her and looked at her.

“Mom, I need to tell you what happened and I don’t know how to explain it without sounding crazy so I need you to tell me right now that you won’t judge me no matter what.”

Your mom smiled at you and said, “Of course I won’t judge you. No matter what, okay?”

You let out a relieving sigh and begin to explain your experience with Eddie Munson. A fragment of your imagination whom you loved dearly.

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a/n: hi all!!! thank you for reading this! i know this one of a LOT different than my past two oneshots but i just wanted to try something new. and i know it took me so long to finally post this, i’ve just been really busy with school coming up but i promise to update as fast as i can! let me know what you all think? love and appreciate you all!!! feedback is always appreciated <3333

[skyfall8600]

In Your Eyes (Soulmate AU)

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing

Masterlist

Prompt: the world is colourless and grey, until you make eye contact with your soulmate and you can suddenly see colour

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You were someone who loved the idea of love. You often dreamed of what it would be like when you finally met your soulmate. You didn’t dare dream of being with anyone else until you found them.

Others didn’t care, having romantic relations and partners before they met their soulmate. They teased you, calling you an old fashioned prune or stuck up.

Living in a small town like Hawkins, everyone who’s soulmate lived there had already found each other. So by the time you were 18, you assumed your soulmate didn’t live in Hawkins. Surely if he did, you would have seen him by now. Yet, the whole world was still grey and dull. You could only imagine what colours were like.

Today started like any other. Backpack filled with textbooks, lunch, homework and whatever novel you borrowed for this week. School was uneventful for the first half of the day, your geography teacher raging on about how they hated today’s generation who have to overcomplicate simple things like radio stations or movies.

Your math lesson dragged on as you sat there waiting in your seat for your teacher to call out the end of the test. You knew you passed with flying colours but were upset that they never let you read your book after you’ve finished the test. They claimed that you could still ‘cheat’.

Not like you’d ever have to of course. You just wanted to get back to your book, you only had it for two more days until it would be over due. So naturally you spent all of your lunch time with your eyes glued to the printed pages.

“Attention all students, please report to the gymnasium for an emergency assembly.” A voice over the PA system ran out.

Everyone groaned, packing away the last bit of their lunch before filing out of the cafeteria. You followed along, getting lost in the crowed.

You sat on the bleachers closest to the doorway, while everyone else crowded around the middle so they had a better view.

The principal came out and gave the usual house keeping speech. Reminding students that there’s to be no smoking on school grounds and that all late arrivals need to be signed off by Ms Galloway, the school receptionist.

You didn’t care about much else that was said. The basketball team and cheerleaders paraded around the court, earning cheers from the ground as a ‘pre-prep rally’ for tonight’s game. You didn’t dare look into the eyes of any of the basketball members, you don’t think you could handle one of those jerks to be your soulmate.

There was a moment of silence before everyone turned and gasped towards the back of the bleachers. You had missed it what Jason said, but your eyes followed where everyone was looking.

A few of the younger boys from that ‘Hellfire’ club looked visibly upset as the whispers spread amongst the crowed.

‘Is that true?’

‘Do they really do that?’

It appears that Jason was suggesting all the cult and satanic rumours of the relatively harmless club were true. You knew they played D&D as your next door neighbours kid who you sometimes babysat for would tell you all about his latest adventures and what monsters he killed in the game. It was harmless.

Jason continued to ramble on, causing an uproar. But the leader of the Hellfire Club stood up and yelled in protest.

“It’s a goddamn fantasy game! Requires more brain cells than what chasing after a few balls into a laundry basket does!” Eddie yelled. His response made you laugh.

“What’s that freak?!”

“You heard me you stupid brainless-“

“That’s enough Mr. Munson!” One of the teachers called out. “Please leave the hall and report to Ms O’donalds.”

The crowed ‘oooed’ and laughed. The younger members of the club protested, “He didn’t even do anything! Jason’s the one who started it.”

The teacher only hushed them and proceeded to tell Eddie to leave. He made sure all of his movements were loud and stiff as he made his way through the crowed and off the bleachers.

You saw his lips mumble whispers under his breath. You watched him and took in all the unique things about him. His hair was wild and his jean jacket had stickers, pins and patches that you could barely make out. He had chains dangling from his belt loops and you couldn’t help but look.

Everyone else went back to giving Jason all the attention he desired. Yet you remained glued to the mysteriously understood boy. He walked past you and felt you staring, so he looked up at you and that’s when the whole world turned bright.

You didn’t notice any of the vibrant colours that erupted around you, all you saw were a dark brown eyes.

He stopped walking and the only thing his body could function was a smile.

In that moment, it took all of Eddie’s will to force himself not to run up to you. He always watched you from afar and he tried to catch your eye whenever he could. But you were always looking down reading or scribbling some homework answers.

You gave him a shy smile.

The teacher came up behind him and nudged him to continue his departure from the gymnasium. He may have walked out of the hall but his eyes never left yours.

You were frozen. Torn between wanting to run after him and staying in your seat to not draw attention to yourself. It took you 15 minutes before you gathered up enough courage to leave the gym. No one noticed you leave. Nor did they particularly care about you.

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, the vibrations all throughout your body. You wondered the hallways, your eyes floating in every direction in hopes to find him. You had no idea what you’d say or do what to even do once you found him.

“Hi there sweetheart.” He called out from behind you making you jump.

“Ah!”

He laughed quietly to himself. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Jesus Christ! Where the hell did you come from?!” You said, breathless as you tried to catch your breath.

“Got a mouth on you I see,” he said, still smiling at you like a puppy dog.

“I swear I looked everywhere and you just popped out of nowhere.”

“Aw, you were looking for me?”

You blushed, “Well yeah… I mean, how could I not?”

He nodded, leaning in closer to you. “So you see the colours too?”

“Yes.” You whispered. “I’m Y/n by the way.”

“I know. I’m Eddie.”

“I know.” You replied.

The two of you stood in silence, smiling hopelessly at each other for what felt like forever. It wasn’t until the rest of the student body started to head to their final period of the day did they two of you notice that time did not in fact stand still.

“Oh, I uh, I gotta go. Have an English essay.” You said, repositioning your backpack.

“Wait for me after school near the back parking lot?” He asked nervously, worried that you didn’t want to be seen with him in front of the others.

You nodded. “Okay.”

You hesitantly walked to your class. Taking your time as you looked at the vibrant world around you. There were colours everywhere; the halls and floors looked dull under the bright green and yellow posters that decorated the halls. Pink and blue streamers floated down from the ceiling.

But nothing beat how the sky looked. You were so mesmerised by it that you failed to complete half your essay.

“Y/n? May I have a word?” You teacher said at the end of class.

“I know Miss, I’m so sorry I have no idea what came over me-“

“I’ll let it go just this once because I know this isn’t your typical work.” She said with an apologetic smile. “I remember my first day of colours too, I think I walked into a street lamp.”

You looked dumbfounded at her, “How did you know?”

She laughed at you, giving you back your relatively empty essay. “You’re smiling at a tree! Here, I’ll give you an extra 20 minutes then I’ll have to grade whatever is on the paper.”

You took it, thanking her. You sped through the essay. You had practiced it word by word religiously for the last few days, so you didn’t need the full 20 minutes. Plus, you were worried that Eddie would think you didn’t want to see him if you made him wait that long.

You handed your teacher back the essay, thanking her again and ran out to the parking lot.

Just as you reached the outside doors, your heart broke when you saw Eddie looking sad besides a bet up brown van. He thought you had left. That you didn’t want to acknowledge the “freak” was your soulmate.

“Eddie!” You called out to him, almost tripping on your own feet. “Ah!”

He laughed in disbelief and helped you to your feet. “Had me worried for a while there. Thought you weren’t going to show-“

“-No! I had-“ you were out of breath, hands on your knees trying to recompose yourself. “I had to finish the essay. Mrs. Becker let me finish it after class cause I was too distracted to finish it.”

He smirked at you and you noticed the small dimples that formed on his cheeks.

“What got you so distracted hm?” He asked teasingly.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What do you think?!”

He laughed. “I think you’re really cute and if I say so, more chaotic then what I am!”

You joined in laughing with him. “I am not chaotic! It’s only because- because of you.”

“Of me?” He asked, slowly moving to grab you by the hands and you felt the electricity spark between you upon contact. The coldness of his rings felt cool against your soft skin. You’d never experience any sensation like it. It made you crave more. “You know, I’m glad it was you.”

“And why’s that?”

“You’re kind. You’re cute when you get into a book so much your tongue goes between your teeth in concentration. You’re clumsy as hell and it’s adorable.” Eddie moved closer to you, your bodies almost fully touching.

“Sounds like you’ve been stalking me.” You joked.

He shrugged and looked down embarrassingly. “Can’t really blame me, just naturally felt drawn to you like a magnet.”

“I always looked at you too,” you admitted. “Although, that’s purely because you’re loud as hell when you try to outsmart Jason.”

He gasped, hand clutching his chest. “Not because I was pretty?!”

“Maybe a little…” you whispered under your breath.

“Sorry. What was that? Didn’t quite hear you…” he nudged you, pulling you fully into his embrace now.

“Maybe a little bit because you’re cute.”

“I know.” He laughed, his hands cupping your face. You were both observing each other’s faces, the way your lips parted and how his cheeks flushed. “Can I kiss you?”

You suddenly grew nervous and he could tell instantly.

“Unless it’s too soon. It’s totally too soon. Fuck, forget I said anything. We’ll start fresh and I’ll even take you on a date first. Fuck-“

You cut him off by placing a quick kiss on his rough lips. You knew you weren’t ready to have a full blown make out with him yet, but that split second your lips touched already felt like heaven on earth.

You pulled back almost as quick as you leaned in. And once again you were met with the first colour you ever saw, the darkest shade of brown.

He was flustered and embarrassed that an act so quick could get him this flustered.

“I’d love that.” You said.

He looked at you blankly, “Uh, what?”

You laughed, realising the effect you had on him. “A date. You know, get to know each other… maybe get dinner.”

He nodded, his head still cloudy and he tried his best remember each word you said. “Yes. Absolutely.”

Lost in his big brown eyes, you knew that the rest of the world was waiting to be explored. And he would be there with you along the way.

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A/N: oh my god I loved writing this. I got inspired after seeing a TikTok with a similar soulmate AU with Steve and I just had to write one for Eddie!

Hope you enjoyed the light fluff ❤️

Also I’m Australian. So my “colour” has a ‘u’, deal with it.

Eddie Munson Taglist:

@fentyreligion @littlelunarfox @coconutchumby @eempxth @superflannel @fluffycookies22 @yearwalker96 @magicalchocolatecheesecake @grungegrrrl @m1rkw00dpr1ncess

[sugebera]

I demand more eddie soulmate au oneshots POR FAVOR💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

[sugebera]

Does anyone know about that one eddie fanfic with slight “steve x reader” on here, with Steve still being in love with Nancy while he’s in a relationship with the reader, saying the whole “6 little nuggets” talk to Nancy while Eddie comforts them?? And the reader decides to break up with him bc of his obvious feelings for Nancy, Eddie and the reader getting along more and Steve being upsetti spaghetti— The fic had another part of it but it was “Steve’s ending”?? I, for the life of me, cannot find it and I have tried looking for ‘em for the past 3 freakin days now 😭😭 help pls??

[maelialuv]

Awh maybe you can do one of how Eddie and the reader having trouble sleeping after watching a horror movie but both of them are being so stubborn to admit that the movie scare them😂

I LOVE THIS IDEA! so cute, i went in a more fluffy direction and made it so the reader is the one scared so we can get some serious fluff, hope you like it ! <3

Best Girl - E. Munson

Word count:1.5K

Warnings: horror references, fluff fluff fluff :)

Halloween was always one of your favourite times of the year. The bright orange of pumpkin patches, the blanket of red leaves that covered Hawkins as Fall set in. The copious amounts of candy consumed with friends while watching spooky movies, which - since getting their jobs at Family Video- was easy thanks to Steve and Robin, two of your best friends.

They were half of the quartet that made up your friend group.

The other half was you and, your best friend of all, Eddie Munson.

You were always closest to Eddie. There was something about the two of you that just clicked, and you were always attached at the hip. This was most evident during your movie nights at Steve's house, as the two of you were no strangers to the occasional cuddle here and there. Tonight was no exception. Steve had rented 'The Shining', insisting on the gang coming to his when he found out you had never seen "one of the greatest pieces of cinema of all time."

So there you were, you, Eddie, Steve and Robin all huddled round the television in Steve's living room. The room was dark, no light except the glow of the television as Jack Nicholson sliced through the door to get to Shelley Duval. You hands were tight against your chest, knees tucked beneath you in fear as you watched intently. Your heart was racing, only half due to the elevator gushing blood in front of you- you hid your face in Eddie's inviting chest at that scene, fearing that the ridiculous amounts of red vines and hershey's would make a reappearance.

Eddie slid his arm around your shoulder , laughing to himself as you peaked through your hands at the screen. As his fingers brushed the exposed skin of your arm, you shuddered.

You'd always felt more for Eddie than he did for you. He was your best friend and , let's face it, devastatingly attractive, so your feelings bloomed relatively quickly in your friendship with him. You tried your best to keep it from people, but - of course - Robin and Steve had worked you out before you even knew yourself. From then on, Steve and Robin always sat on one couch, forcing you and Eddie together on the other.

Tense under his touch , you hid your face behind the safe haven of Eddie's jacket. You weren't the best with horror movies, always going for a cheesy slasher, and you could tell that the image of those creepy twins in the hallway was going to prevent you from a good nights sleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw the axe crashing through the door. Scared out of your wits, you rose from the couch.

"Steve, is the guest room set up?" you asked, voice hoarse and tired.

"Yeah , and there's towels in the guest bathroom. You calling it quits, scaredy cat?" Steve teased, jabbing Robin in the ribs when he noticed Eddie sit up too.

"If you're gonna call it a night, I will too," Eddie said, feigning a sudden tiredness, " that way I won't wake you when I come in later." Robin had a wide smile stretching across her face, as did Steve. The two sat with glimmers in their eyes, like children on Christmas morning, as you and Eddie bid your goodnights and made your way up to Steve's guest room.

Inside , you found the familiar warm glow of the beside lamps and the crispness of the comforter Steve had allowed you to pick out since it had , after many movie nights and hang outs, become unofficially your and Eddie's room. You shared the bed - a double, but still snug for two- with Eddie. You had done many times. More recently, however, your touches and cuddling had migrated from the couch to the bed and you would often find yourselves tangled with one another by the morning.

After brushing your teeth side by side in the guest bathroom - something the two of you always did, entertained and slightly fond of the domesticity - you both got ready for bed. Your breath caught in your throat as Eddie, who usually brought an old band shirt to sleep in alongside his checked bottoms, climbed under the coves.

Shirtless.

Sure, you had seen Eddie without a shirt on a thousand times. But the thought of him next to you, a whisper away , with his toned chest full of tattoos exposed to you? It made you shiver. You scooted into bed next to him, suddenly feeling exposed in your tank top and sleep shorts.

Laying back against the pillow, the skin of his shoulder brushed yours. You tried your best to conceal a small gasp - unbeknownst to you, Eddie heard it. You must have been really shaken by the movie, he thought, as you jittered about trying to get comfortable.

"Goodnight." you said tightly, leaning over to turn off the lamp. Shrouded in darkness, you became so much more aware of Eddie's body next to yours. "Night, scaredy cat," he chuckled as he rolled on to his side.

You stared at the ceiling for hours.

Every creak, rustle or tap in the night made you jump nearly out of your skin. The tree branches knocking against the window, shaped like long fingered hands, made you tuck the covers over your head like a child. You'd been tossing and turning, restlessly trying to sleep, for ages. It wasn't going to happen. You ducked your head under the blanket again. Maybe sensory deprivation would do it.

"What are you doing?"

Eddie's voice, rough and gravely with sleep, startled you again. You peeked your eyes up from the covers, peering at your best friend. Eddie thought you looked cute - hair untamed, eyes wide- before noting the growing shadows under your eyes. "Have you not slept at all? You look like hell." He swiped his index finger along the side of your face, and you felt the flush of embarrassment work its away across your nose.

"No," you said, frustrated and tired to the point where you could cry. "That stupid movie really freaked me out." You expected Eddie to laugh, tease you a bit. You certainly didn't expect him to pull you to him- flush against his chest- and wrap his arms all the way around you. "Awe, scaredy cat got scared? Shocker."

You were as rigid as a pole. Your cheek was pressed firm against Eddie's bare chest, and your heart was hammering in your ears. You could feel his own heart beating under you. Slow, rhythmic and calm. It was soothing, lulling in your agitated state. Lightly, almost timid, Eddie's hand came down to rest on your head, weaving his fingers into your hair and brushing against your scalp. You sighed contently against him. "That's nice."

"Can I try something?" Eddie whispered into the dark

"Mhmm."

The hand that was playing with your hair came to stroke the side of your cheek, slowly raising your face so that it was inches away from Eddie's. His eyes, soft and kind, searched your face. He saw his best friend, the face he adored so much. His gaze dropped to your lips. Your own eyes widened in realisation, and you nodded. Eddie was asking to kiss you. He was making a move on you.

You'd thought about the different ways you would kiss Eddie. A spur of the moment kiss after a gig of his at The Hideout. A heated, passionate kiss in the back of his van on one of your adventures. But here, in the soft light of the moon in Steve Harrington's guest bedroom, had not been one of your fantasies.

You wish it had been though.

Eddie's head dipped to meet yours, tilting slightly to one side. You closed your eyes as he did, lips brushing against each other lightly. Testing the waters. He was giving you an out, in case you changed your mind. When you didn't pull away, his hand came to cup your face as he kissed you more firmly.

His lips were incredibly soft, and way better than all the times you'd thought about kissing him. He was gentle, but secure in his hold on you. His other hand came to rest on your back as yours found a place on his heart, pulling you closer to him. After a few moments, he pulled away, chuckling as you followed him in search for another kiss.

"Less scared now?" he whispered against your lips, forehead resting against your own. He stroked your chin with his thumb. You could hardly speak, only able to offer him a wide smile and a nod. "Good," he said, "can't have my best girl scared at night, can I?" This time, you initiated the kiss. It was more intense, contained more desire.

Eddie suddenly pulled away, holding your face with both hands. "I'm a little bit crazy about you, you know that?"

"I'm a bit crazy for you too, Munson." You said, grinning when his face lit up with a toothy smile. He pulled you tightly to his chest again, your face fitting into the space where his neck and shoulders met like a puzzle piece.

"Good," he said, mouth at the crown of your head, "means I can protect you from all the scary monsters and axe murderers out there."

Eddie would always want to protect you, would do anything to make you feel safe. When your light snores crept into the silence, he kissed your head fondly.

"Always gonna protect my girl."

[sugebera]

AHH I LOVE IT SM!! The ending made my lil heart skip beats 🥺✨💕❤️

[hawkinshighdropout]

Finish What Ya Started.

Part Two To This Original Story!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: You let Eddie try anal as that's something he's been fantasising about, but to make it even you declare you get to peg him. The weekend rolls around, Wayne is outta town and you two make use of the empty trailer by pegging Eddie.

Warnings: Yo! This shit is smut, so no minors allowed! 18+ from here on out, kiddos! Uhhh. I’m not sure what warnings to give? There’s oral sex performed on Eddie, reader who is afab/female pronouns, p in a sex, pegging, Eddie receiving. Fingering too, idk what else to warn ya with? This is just p**n tbh! <3

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “idk if you’ve done a fic about this yet, but maybe pegging eddie? the thought just keeps coming to my mind but i’ve never seen a fic about it.”

Word Count: 4k

Send me prompts to write about!

Saturday couldn’t roll around fast enough, you were still limping slightly from Thursday, but you were walking around with a noticeable pep in your step, excited about the upcoming adventure that you and Eddie were going to experience. You were nervous and excited, you had no idea what you were doing, and you didn’t want to hurt him, but you knew he was a tough guy and liked a little pain, so what’s the worst that could happen here?

Wayne had left early Friday morning for his fishing trip, leaving you and Eddie to have breakfast and get ready for school without having to tiptoe around his sleeping uncle, it was weird, but it was nice. For a short while it felt like you were living alone together, and it gave you a warm fuzzy feeling at the thought of this being your forever, waking up with Eddie, getting ready for your days together, it was a nice thing to aim for.

Putting your dishes in the sink before heading back to his room, you change into comfortable skinny jeans and one of his old shirts, making sure to apply deodorant to yourself and perfume to the shirt to cover the smell of weed and cigarettes.

Packing your bag, you waited on the couch for your boyfriend as he took his sweet time picking out his rings and fixing his hair, rolling your eyes fondly as he stumbles out of his room a little behind schedule, as you expected. Smacking your ass on his way out which elicited a yelp out of you, it was something he did by habit now so he didn’t even stop to think that it would be a bad idea this time.

He jumped a little at your reaction, eyes wide as he’s quickly apologising for touching your ass, once the sting subsides, you break out into a laugh before smacking him with your backpack. Both of you stumbling out towards his van, hopping in with minimal discomfort before revving up the engine and clutching onto the inside for purchase as Eddie speeds you both to school.

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Your day was average, a couple of tests here, a couple of class presentations there, a hectic lunch period that included your boyfriend tackling some of the younger Hellfire kids for his own amusement, nothing out of the ordinary.

The final bell rung for the day, and you made your way down to Hellfire Club, just in time for your weekly meeting. You weren’t technically part of the club, but they welcomed you in all the same, you promised one day that you would actually partake in the story, but for now you were more than happy observing from the side-lines.

Sitting in the corner watching the play in between reading lines from your English homework, giggling whenever Dustin or Eddie would begin bickering, having to declare multiple times that you weren’t going to be taking sides between them.

The game came to an end, small crowd of students cheering in joy as they managed to defeat Vecna this time around, it had been multiple weeks of failures, so relief filled the kids once they had finally succeeded. Only standing once everything was packed up and Eddie was ready to go, not because you were lazy, but Eddie refused to ever let you lift a finger.

You hop in the van with Eddie and the gang, rolling your eyes fondly as yet another fake argument kicked out between them, trying to declare who the best band of all time was, you just slump down in your seat and focus out the window with a smile.

Dropping the kids back at their homes one by one, eventually pulling up to the trailer and letting out a relaxed sigh at the sight of your quiet and peaceful home for the night.

“Pizza?” Eddie offers, shutting off the engine and grinning at you.

“And weed,” you confirm, climbing out of the van and slinging your backpack over your shoulder, following him up to the front door and slipping inside after him, dumping your bag on the couch as you step out of your shoes.

You wander straight towards Eddie’s room to swipe one of his blunts off the dresser with his lighter whilst he called the pizza place and ordered dinner, smiling as you hop up on the counter beside him, he moves between your legs to stand comfortably.

Lighting up the blunt as he hangs up with the pizza shop, taking a long drag before passing it over to him to watch as he does the same, the both of you staying like this until a knock at the door took you out of the moment. You stub out the blunt and watch as he wanders to the door, exchanging the pizza for a wad of cash from his wallet, thanking the driver for bringing it and smiling politely as he is told to have a good night.

Setting the pizza box down on the kitchen table, you climb down from the counter and sit at the table with him, both of you chowing down one slice at a time until the whole thing was demolished. You take the trash out whilst Eddie grabs you a bottle of water each, wandering back into his room for the night, you spend the evening hanging out and listening to music with him. Sharing a quick shower before bed, you climb into the sheets once you are dry, a bundle of limbs as his snoring lulls you to sleep with ease.

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The sound of something dropping in the shower rudely awakens you from your sleep, peaking one eye open with a confused look on your face. The room was dark as the curtains were closed, but the time on the clock said ten am, you groan and submit to the day, deciding you will try and stay awake instead of slumping back in the sheets and passing out again. Sitting up a little in bed, you push your hair away from your face, voice croaky and hoarse from the night as you do your best to call out to Eddie.

“Babe? You good?” you ask, yawn following just behind.

“I’m good! Sorry…” he calls out from the shower, you roll over and face plant his side of the bed to get comfortable in his absence.

You’re not sure how long passes, but Eddie’s clothed body crouching down beside you and combing your hair away from your face leads you to believe that you passed out again, a small pout on your lips to see him dressed.

“Aw, man.. I missed the free show?” you whine, causing him to laugh and press a kiss to your head.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see plenty later, bub,” he reassures you, stroking his thumb along your cheek whilst you have to give yourself an internal pep talk to stay awake this time.

“What’s the time?” you grumble, eyes a little blurry from sleep.

“Uhhhh,” he checks his watch, “almost noon?” sitting up in bed and brushing your hair away from your face, you stretch out and let out a satisfied groan as your back pops back into place.

“Why’re you all dressed?” you look confused as he was dressed head to toe, bandana on his head and shoes on his feet, clearly he had already been outside today.

“Had a deal this morning and then had to run to the store for supplies,” he shrugs.

“Supplies?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

“Strap, more lube, the usual Saturday morning purchases,” he laughed, sitting down on the edge of the bed whilst kicking off his shoes, grabbing the black bag from nearby to show you what he got.

You opened up the bag, seeing two bottles of lube, one just to refill your old used up bottle and the other specifically for anal, your cheeks flush a little. Pulling out the box, you open it up and gasp a little at the strap that was inside, grinning across at him as you liked the fact that he had gone and chosen this himself, it was cute that he was so excited.

“Oh yeah? This what you want, hm?” you tease fondly, giving him a kiss whilst setting the box and bottles off to the side.

“I think so, yeah! I’m outta my depth here, but this is what the person working there recommended for beginners so here we are!” he announced proudly.

“You’re so cute,” you mumble, smothering him in more kisses to calm his nerves.

----

A few more hours pass and you’re now laying on the couch with Eddie, watching some reruns that you’ve probably seen a hundred times, his hand combing through your hair whilst you were slumped on top of him. You’d smoked some weed with him, and you were both in a totally chill mindset right now, tilting your head up and pressing a few kisses against the underside of his jaw to get his attention.

Like clockwork, he tilts his head down and focuses on you like the tv had never existed, cupping your cheek in his hands, and pressing slow kisses to you with a content hum.

“Well, hello,” he smiles, watching as you wriggle around until you are straddling his lap.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you reply, resting your hands on his chest.

Your fingers run up and down his chest soothingly before creeping up under his shirt to trail your fingers along his bare chest, scratching your nails back down and causing him to hiss a little at the pain.

Tugging at the hem of his shirt, grinning when he gets the hint to remove the offensive fabric so you could explore his body. Leaning down, you ghost little kisses all over his torso, licking and nipping at various patches of his skin to tease, letting your tongue brush down the happy trail at the waistband of his pants.

Looking up at him through your lashes whilst you nipped at the skin above his belt, you could feel him stirring in his pants whilst your fingers fumbled with the fastening of the belt, tugging it open and unzipping his jeans.

“Lemme see?” you ask softly, kneeling at the end of the couch for a second to give him the space to tug down his jeans and boxers, moving to kneel between his thighs once he was completely naked, purring at the sight.

“Excuse me?” he smirks, gesturing to your clothed body with a sassy eyebrow raise.

Pulling away for a moment, you tug the shirt over your head and expose your bare chest to him, wearing just a small pair of underwear that barely cover anything. A small groan of content slipping his lips at the sight of you, shuffling to lay on your stomach between his thighs as your small hand wraps around the base of his shaft.

Tugging him gently, you press open mouthed kisses along the side of his shaft before reaching the tip, spitting gently on it as your hand works in a messy corkscrew motion to spread the spit around. Lips wrapping around his tip, you hollow your cheeks and suck him into your mouth with a groan, vibrating around his dick as his hand flies down to tug at your hair, the poor guy whimpering and cursing underneath you.

“Fuck, like that…” he’s crying out softly, head thrown back before forcing himself to look down at you, watching how your head is eagerly bobbing up and down his shaft, spit pooling on his balls from how you were gagging and spluttering on him without a care in the world.

Your hands catching whatever your mouth couldn’t handle, one palm cradling his balls and massaging them between your fingers, the other squeezing and pumping the base as you look up at him innocently. Giggling around his dick at the noises he was making, his hands shaking in your hair whilst you were putting on a show for him, soaking between your thighs at the fact you could make him feel this good and sound this pretty.

He’s stuttering and desperately grabbing at the couch under him as you swallow him down whole, nose pressing to his pubes as you gag, tongue swirling against his balls before you pull back, a string of spit connecting the two of you.

“Please let me cum, please,” he begs softly, you sit back and brush your thumb back and forth along the slit of his dick, teasing the sensitive head as it was beading with precum, raising a brow as if to question why you would let him do that.

“Please, baby, please.. I need your mouth,” he was whimpering, and in a moment of weakness, you cave.

Cupping his outer thighs in your hands and wrapping your mouth around his tip, relaxing your jaw as you take a deep breath, awaiting the assault on your throat that was about to come. Gagging each time that Eddie would thrust up into your mouth, red in the face and panting a little as he would knock the head of his dick against the back of your throat, your eyes streaming with tears, but you let him continue.

“Holy shit, holy shit, fuck, swallow baby, swallow it all, fuck, good girl” he cries out, grabbing the back of your head with his hands and forcing himself down your throat as he came, making you gag once again as you breathed through your nose.

He slowly pulled out of your throat and relaxed his hands, so you were free to move, pulling back with ease as you swallowed the mess that was in your mouth, grabbed his shirt and wiped both your eyes and nose to clear up the slobbering mess that you were because of him.

Breathing hard as you place your hands on his chest just to stabilise yourself, nodding tiredly when he double checks that you’re going to be okay. You loved when he was rough with you like that, but it always knocked the wind out of you for a bit, his soothing hands brushing up and down your sides to comfort you until you could breathe again.

“Jesus,” your voice croaks, giggling at how broken you sounded.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he offers, shifting you around until you are laying flat on top of him once again, nodding your head with a shy smile.

“Never better,” you mumble, connecting your lips in a wet kiss.

“Still got the energy to fuck my brains out?” he chuckles between kisses, making you purr in his direction and nod eagerly.

“Get in bed and wait for me,” you demand softly, watching as he jumps up from his spot on the couch and rushes away into the bedroom with glee.

Standing up on shaking legs, you follow him into the bedroom and close the door behind you both, te clothes you’d abandoned on the floor would become a job for later on, that wasn’t important right now. Smiling down at Eddie who was laying in the centre of his bed lightly jerking himself to ensure he stayed hard.

“How do you wanna do this?” You offer, not sure on where to start as this was new for the both of you, watching as his cheeks flush pink.

“Well, I kinda tried to prep myself a little earlier in the shower? So… I’m thinking fingers should be enough before the toy?” he suggests, causing you to smile as you grab the toy and the lube, setting them nearby on the bed.

“You did? Look at you go, being all extra prepared and stuff, hm? Someone’s eager to get on my dick,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips as his cheeks darken.

“Kinda…” he shrugs, giving his length a squeeze.

Moving around until you’re kneeling between his thighs once again, one hand cupping his jaw and the other stroking his outer thigh as you give him tender kisses. Hand only slipping from his thigh to reach for the lube, spreading his legs a little more open in the process.

You pour a little lube on your fingers and press it against his entrance, smiling at the way he shivers from the cold temperature.

“This might hurt a bit?” you mumble, trying to prepare him a little more for the intrusion that you were about to cause.

Reconnecting your lips and letting him moan into your mouth as you’re brushing your fingers back and forth along his rim just to get him used to the fact you’re going to be there. It’s only when he whimpers that you decide it’s time to start, gently nudging one finger inside of him. It was a lot easier than when he tried on you, maybe because your fingers were smaller, maybe because he tried in the shower, or maybe both? All you knew was there was less resistance.

“Good boy, you’re taking it so well,” smiling into his mouth as you praise him, a groan muffled by the kiss as he preens into your touch.

You’re able to get your finger in relatively easily, curling it up inside of him and starting the slow thrusting process of your index finger whilst he moans into your mouth. Your tongue slipping into the kiss to distract him as your second finger enters, the pair working their way inside of your boyfriend as he lays under you, grinding against your hand.

You were surprised at how well he was taking this, it making the excitement bubble up in your stomach as you knew that he would enjoy this far more than originally thought.

“That feel alright, baby?” you question, watching as his head nods quickly in agreement.

“Fuck yes, m-more?” he whimpers out a soft beg, hisps stuttering a little as you continue.

Two fingers sliding in and out of him as he’s groaning into your mouth, you push your luck to include a third and you’re impressed by how he curses out in bliss. His hand still steadily jerking himself to ease any tension or pain whilst you’re kissing him, mumbling into his mouth with a smile.

“Taking me so well, gorgeous,” you purr at how he’s instantly whimpering from the praise. This was a whole new side to your boyfriend and you loved it so fucking much.

“Want you, need you,” he’s groaning, breaking the kiss to look up at you with wide eyes, dropping his dick in favour of moving hands down to your ass, grabbing at the doughy flesh with a pout, “please?”

“You want my dick, hm?” you ask, smiling at the speed in which Eddie’s nods his head in response, “sure, baby.”

You slip your fingers from him and wipe them on the sheets, you’ll change them later, pulling your hair into a low bun and tying it there as you need it out of your face for the next part. Picking up the harness, you take a couple of seconds to work it out before you’re sliding it on like underwear, adjusting the toy that’s attached so it’s nice and snug on your pubic bone.

“You look so good like that,” he moans a little more at the sight of you, gaze flickering between the silicone and your expressions.

Climbing back into bed, you take Eddie’s place and lay on your back in the centre, reaching for the lube before he stops you. Eyes wide with confusion as he leans down and wraps a hand around the base of the toy, ducking down to spit on it before using his hand to spread the spit like lube, as you’d done outside with his own dick.

“Oh yeah? This how you’re gonna play it?” a smug grin on your face as you watch him settle between your legs.

Smirking a little as he takes the tip of the toy into his mouth, your hand burying in his hair whilst you encourage him to continue. He’s sucking lightly at it, looking up at you for guidance and reassurance as you let out soft moans of approval. Bobbing his head a little on the dick, he’s gagging when it brushes the back of his throat, cheeks red and eyes watering.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” you coo, stroking your thumb over his cheek soothingly, “go ahead…”

Bobbing his head up and down for a little while longer before he’s pulling back with a pop, reaching for the lube and applying a thick amount over the toy.

“Can’t wait, need you,” he’s moaning a little between his words.

You lay back and watch as he’s applying a thick layer to his rim too, sticky hands resting on your chest whilst he’s lined up your tip with his entrance.

“Easy, bub,” your hands holding his hips so he can’t sink down too fast and hurt himself, groaning in pleasure as he’s easing himself down onto your toy.

He takes a little while to adjust before the base of your toy is flush against his ass, his whole body shaking and tip leaking precum as he’s getting used to you being inside of him. Once again, you distract him with kisses, his hands on the pillows beside your head whilst your hands are on his hips, he’s straddling your lap like you usually did for him.

Tongues swirling around one another’s mouths as you’re panting together, shifting your hips experimentally and smirking at the moan that falls from his lips.

“Good boy,” you purr.

Your feet flat against the sheets whilst he’s holding himself up over you, you begin to slowly raise and drop your hips in slow and steady thrusts, your name falling from his lips in bliss as without even trying the tip of your toy was massaging a sensitive spot inside of him.

He’s leaning down to kiss you once again, cursing into your mouth as you’re fucking into him from below. One hand grabbing at his dick yet again, tugging at the hard length whilst his face buried into your neck, whimpering your name with each stroke of your hips.

“You like that, hm?” You question, his head nodding quickly as he’s grunting out in ecstasy.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” he’s on the verge of tears.

Rolling you both over so he’s on his back and you’re kneeling between his thighs, you cup the back of his thighs and press them up against his chest so he’s spread out in a V shape. Dropping your head back with a groan as you’re now pounding into him mercilessly, his back arching whilst he cries out desperately for you. Each stroke bring him closer and closer to his climax, your silicone tip hammering his weak spot over and over.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, please, please let me cum, please,” he begs and you willingly oblige.

One hand moving down to wrap around his throat, choking him gently as you kept his legs spread with your other hand. Pounding into your boyfriend as he’s spread out under you, eyes rolling back in his head, tugging hard on his dick until he’s grunting out and making a mess of himself on his chest.

Slowing your hips to a gradual stop, grinning down at him as he’s sensitive and desperate, slipping from his walls and shuffling the toy from your hips and onto the floor. Moving to straddle his hips, you lean down and give him a series of soft and delicate kisses until he’s back to his usual self.

“How was that, baby?” You ask softly, wiping the sweat from his cheeks as you kiss the centre of his forehead, a tired and pliant smile on his face as he’s still panting.

“So. Fucking. Good.” He groans, his body on overdrive right now as you sit on his stomach, not caring that you’re sitting in his mess.

You exchange slow kisses back and forth until you eventually grow tired and collapse on top of him, your own body twitching from the exhaustion of doing all the work this time around.

“You make some pretty sounds, you know? Might have to do this more often,” you giggle, kissing his nose innocently.

“I’m fucking down,” he smirks, cupping the back of your head and tugging you down for a passionate kiss.

“I love you,” you mumble.

“I love you more, fuck,” he sighs happily.

[sugebera]

foaming in the mouth rn I have never ever been so down bad for a fanfic like this until now oh my

[hawkinshighdropout]

Knock Knock.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie wants to try something new in bed, he wants you to try anal. You two were open to experimenting, but... You only agree to let him do that if he lets you peg him to make it even. Surprisingly? He agrees!

Warnings: Yo! This shit is smut, so no minors allowed! 18+ from here on out, kiddos! Uhhh. I'm not sure what warnings to give? There's oral sex on Eddie and reader who is afab/female pronouns, p in v sex and p in a sex, reader receiving. Fingering too, idk what else to warn ya with? Part 2 will have the pegging!! &lt;3

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “idk if you’ve done a fic about this yet, but maybe pegging eddie? the thought just keeps coming to my mind but i’ve never seen a fic about it.”

Bonus: Part two will be linked here when it is up, for those of you who wanted to read about Eddie getting pegged by reader! Link won't work until it's uploaded tho. :)

Word Count: 4.3k

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You and your boyfriend Eddie were just a few months away from graduating, you’ve been friends since middle school and dating a little over a year ago. You can’t remember how or when it happened exactly, it wasn’t one certain thing that pushed you from friends to lovers, it seemed to be a slow and steady build towards it.

You had always been flirty and affectionate with one another, holding hands and sharing kisses every now and again, you didn’t even have an official anniversary, just a date you settled on once you realised friends don’t do this. You were over the moon levels of happy to be all his, and he was thrilled to be all yours, your relationship had truly few faults and you pride yourself on that.

Your “honeymoon” stage had lasted longer than others anticipated, never passing up on the opportunity to make out in his van after school or him to smack your ass in passing in the halls. You two were very touchy feely, and as much as your friends teased you for it, they were happy for the both of you, you’d never been happier, so they usually left their snarky comments to a minimum.

Well, except Dustin.

“Get a rooooooom!” Dustin groaned whilst sinking into his seat at the cafeteria, pulling his hat down over his eyes just a little so he wouldn’t have to see you and Eddie making out.

“Fuck off, Henderson,” Eddie mumbled to the kid whilst his lips stayed locked with your own, flipping him off over your shoulder whilst Dustin lightly threw one of Eddie’s pretzels at your both, making you separate.

You snort a laugh as Eddie scoops up the pretzel and throws it in his mouth, clearly unaffected by Henderson’s attempts to break you apart, cuddling up against the Dungeon Master’s side whilst you happily listened to the two of them mocking one another.

Neither of them had any malice in their voices, and it wasn’t long before everyone was giggling and changing the subject to talk about their latest campaign. Eddie would use one hand to feed himself some of his snacks, the other wrapped around you and squeezing your butt every now and again, kissing the top of your head as you nuzzled closer.

“So, are we still all going to Robin’s place for a movie this weekend?” Dustin grins across at the group as they seem to be in agreement that the plan was still intact.

“We’ve gotta take a rain check on that, actually..” Eddie shrugged, feeling the corners of his lips threaten to curve up into a smirk, watching as Dustin snapped his head up towards him.

“What?! Why?!” he sounded personally offended.

“Wayne’s gonna be away all weekend so I wanna make the most of having the trailer to ourselves, so… Rain check.” Eddie let out a soft chuckle at the horror on Dustin’s face.

“Ew! Dude! Gross! She’s like a sister to me, ew!” he fake gagged whilst refusing to look at either Eddie or yourself, making you giggle happily at the over dramatic nature of Henderson.

“Just be glad she’s not your sister, we’re fooling around on the other side of Hawkins, imagine if she had the room across the hall to you…” Eddie smirked, watching as Dustin went through the same stages of grief all over again.

“Oh, shut up, you’re gonna traumatise him,” you can’t help but giggle, reaching out to comfort Dustin who then shrieks in horror at the sight of your hand, not wanting to know where that thing had been.

The whole table is roaring with laughter at the interaction between you both, you really were like a small family in the way that everyone was so comfortable taking jabs at each other and knowing no one would get hurt at the end of it.

Eventually the bell rings and you all go your separate ways for the rest of your afternoon classes, you promise Dustin that you’ll be at the next movie night, and you can’t help but grin as he tells you to have fun and be safe.

----

Hours had passed since you and your group of friends had split up for the day, as it was a Thursday you knew that this was the last night before Wayne went away for the weekend, you think he said he had a small fishing trip with some work buddies? You can’t quite remember. Not that it mattered right now anyway, you were laying in the middle of the bed playing tonsil tennis with your gorgeous metal head.

Iron Maiden playing from Eddie’s speakers as your legs tangled between his own, chest to chest with him as you cupped his cheek and his hands grabbing at your ass, letting out breathless little moans into his mouth as he pressed his leg between your thighs to create a little friction.

“Knock knock,” Wayne called out whilst also tapping Eddie’s closed door with his fist, pulling away from each other with a quiet grumble as you try and appear as if you hadn’t just been getting handsy with one another moments before.

Eddie sits up a little in bed and you lay on your back grabbing the magazine from the nightstand, doing your best to appear engaged in what you were reading even though your slightly ruffled hair and red cheeks sold you out.

“Yeah, Wayne?” he answered, looking up from the magazine to see Wayne poking his head around the corner with a shy smile on his face, clearing his throat lightly.

“I’m off to work, alright? Keep the door locked, there’s pizza money on the counter and my phone number on the fridge if you need me. I’ll see you in the morning..” he offered.

“Thank you, have fun at work,” you tried your best to be polite. Wayne had been nothing but wonderful to you, you always intended to show him respect and kindness as he always went out of his way to do and say little things to prove he cared.

“Yeah, right..” he laughed a little, waving you both off before he shut Eddie’s door again, you both kept quiet until you heard his footsteps disappear down the hall and the front door slam shut.

It’s only when you hear the roaring of his truck engine and the gravel crunching under the tyres as he pulls away that you put the magazine down and giggle. Rolling over to smile up at Eddie who was running a hand through his curly hair, resting your head on his lap. Humming in content as his hand moved from his own hair to yours, scratching fondly at the scalp whilst you admired one another.

“So… Wanna carry on?” you offer, cocking your brow up in question.

“Is that even a question?” he grins, watching as you scramble up to move and sit in his lap instead this time, straddling his hips as his hands settle on your ass, your hands gripping his cheeks as your eyes close, falling into a steady rhythm once again whilst you resume your make out session.

You get lost for god knows how long in the kiss, chasing his lips with a whimper when he’s pulling away from you to speak, a pout on your lips as you weren’t ready to stop just yet.

“So, I was thinking…” Eddie hummed, trailing wet kisses down the curve of your neck as your eyes closed, tilting your head back to give him more space to work with.

“Hm? That’s brave, sweetheart,” you tease, cursing out his name when his large hand collides with your plump backside as punishment for sassing him.

“I was thinking we could try something new, if you’re up for it?” he mumbled, sucking a fresh hickey onto your skin whilst he’s grabbing at the flesh of your ass, causing you to grind down on him slightly as he spoke.

“F-fuck, what did you have in mind?” trying to focus on his words but your mind was swirling, clearly distracted with other things as he’s sinking his teeth into you lightly.

“Well, how do you feel about anal?” he’s mumbling, keeping himself buried in your neck to avoid looking at you, not knowing what your reaction would be for that.

“I— I’ve never thought about it, why? Is that something you’ve wanted?” you ask shyly, gripping his shoulders for support as you continue to grind yourself against his clothed crotch.

“Often, yeah. It’s fine if you don’t wanna, but I can’t get it outta my head,” he confesses, giving your ass another tight squeeze, which causes you to let out another moan.

“I’ll do it on one condition….” You mumble, biting on your lower lip as you try to muffle your noises a little.

“Anything,” his voice sounds desperate.

“If you get to fuck me, I get to fuck you.”

He stills in his position, eyes a little wide as he pulls back to see if you’re kidding or not, his cheeks a little pink as he’s raising a brow in amusement.

“Excuse me?” Eddie smirks.

“You heard me, babe. You get to fuck me, and then I get to fuck you, mhm. It’s only fair, it could be fun..” you shrug, biting nervously at your lower lip as he shakes his head with a wide grin.

“You’re such a freak, I love you.” He grins, flipping you over and pinning you to the bed underneath him, kneeling between your spread thighs whilst your lips reconnect passionately.

“Mm, I love you too,” you giggle between kisses, fingers threading through his hair to give it a fond little tug as he grinds himself against you.

You’re not sure who started what, but it wasn’t long before your clothes were in a pile behind you both on the floor, your legs spread widely with one hand in his hair and the other on the headboard as you’re gasping out his name in bliss. Eddie laying between your thighs with his wet lips pressing sloppy kisses against your inner thighs, still yet to touch where you needed him the most.

“Eddie, please…” you whimper, grinding up into the cool air as you try and gain any sort of friction you could stumble upon.

“Be patient,” he scolds, placing a gentle slap against your wet folds, causing you to hiss out in pain, “you’ll get what you want eventually.”

He grins at up at you, shaking his head in disbelief before ducking his head back down to bump the very tip of his nose against your clit, making your thighs shake a little. He presses a slow kiss to your folds, working his way down from your clit until his tongue is gliding across your entrance. Collecting your wetness on his tongue so he can swallow it down, letting his tongue swirl in sloppy figures of eight around your clit as you cry out for him.

“Good girl…” he’s groaning, laying the pad of his tongue flat against your clit and shaking his head eagerly from side to side to create friction, your back arching a little off the bed in pleasure.

Whimpering at the loss of contact as his head dips lower, his tongue coming into contact with your cute little ass. Pressing teasing little kisses against the puckered rim, you can’t help the happy sigh that comes from your lips as he’s exploring your body.

Teeth digging into your inner thigh softly whilst his dominant hand comes up to apply a firm slap to your opposite inner thigh, causing you to jolt in pain and try to close your legs. Eddie was having none of it, a smug grin on his lips as he forced your thighs open once again, his fingers trailing up and down your dripping folds with a growl.

“Look at the state of you, hm?” He’s in smug disbelief that you could get so soaked from him doing so little to you. Your wetness seeping down your centre and dripping a little onto the sheets below.

“Touch me, please,” you softly beg, looking down at him with needy and desperate eyes whilst he takes a glance up at your broken self.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he soothes, pressing more kisses against your inner thighs whilst his thumb would brush up and down your folds, collecting your slick before using the pad of his thumb to circle your clit slowly.

Groaning to himself at the way you reacted, he loved when you got vocal, the little whimpers and whines making him want to burst at the seams already. Rotating his hand, he’s allowing for his index finger to ease you open, slipping in and out of you carefully whilst his thumb worked at your clit.

“There we go, baby. Just like that..” he muttered, easing his middle finger in alongside the first, curling them both up and massaging the weak spot inside of you. Replacing his thumb with his mouth so he could suck at your sensitive bud, grinning against your clit at the sound of your wetness being pushed around by his fingers.

His ring finger slipping in beside the others, causing you to hiss at the slight burn before your head fell back and moans started tumbling from your lips again. His three fingers arching up and massaging away inside of you as his tongue worked wonders on your clit, his wrist already drenched from your fluids.

He knew you were a sensitive girl and that it never really took much to get you off, something he took advantage of every single time you hooked up. You never ended on just one orgasm, usually cumming over and over again until you got jelly legs and needed to be cuddled on the come down.

The shivering of your body and quaking of your thighs is a dead giveaway of what was close to happening, sucking harder on your clit as his fingers would pick up the pace. Hammering away inside of you, hitting just the spot for you as you grip his hair and curse out for him in bliss.

“I’m fucking cumming, oh my god!” You squeal, soaking his wrist with your fluids and letting out a loud moan before your body seizes up, trembling all over with a pliant smile on your face as you ride the wave of the orgasm.

“Fucking hell, babe,” Eddie was smirking, retracting his fingers from you slowly and sucking eagerly on the wet digits, giving your clit a playful slap, which makes you curse out in the shock.

Looking down at the mess between the sheets, Eddie rolls his eyes back and groans in bliss at how delicious you look for him right now. He doesn’t give you much time to think before flipping you over onto your hands and knees, face buried in the pillows and ass high in the air as you giggle out for him.

“Easy tiger,” you giggle, that sound fading to a soft moan as he’s slapping his large palms against each of your ass cheeks individually.

You feel him leaning down over you, so his chest is flushed with your back, pressing messy little kisses down the centre of your spine as his fingernails drag down your sides. Purring a little from the slight stinging pain it brings, you look up at him over your shoulder and shake your hips playfully in offering.

“Well, hello,” he’s got that smug grin again, hands moving to your hips to spread you open a little more as he kneels between your thighs now, “ready for me?”

“Always,” you nod eagerly, trying to push yourself back against him which results in another smack to your ass, gripping at the sheets to stabilise yourself as you feel his tip brushing up and down your slick entrance.

Rolling your eyes back as he breaches you, you push back a little against him to push him in deeper, this is the first time you’re not punished for being greedy. A grin on your face as he’s vocal, groaning out and cussing your name as he bottoms inside of you, every inch tucked perfectly inside you as you squeeze around him for good measure.

“D-don’t do that, I’ll bust,” he laughs a little, causing you to giggle at the thought, he was in charge, but you had so much power over him.

“Fuck me,” you mumble simply, causing him to spring into action.

His hands grip your hips, fingernails digging into your skin as he begins to create and slow and steady pace inside of you, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you repeatedly. Eyes rolling back a little as you push back into him, meeting him halfway whilst he’s ricocheting off of your hips with grunts coming from his lips.

“Look at you, baby, fucking hell…” his eyes glued to your ass as it’s bouncing back against his hips, leaning over you a little to allow a string of spit to trail down to your ass, his thumb brushing the spit over your ring to dampen it.

Pushing up a little so your hands are on the headboard instead, you’re able to push back against him a little more forcefully now, causing Eddie to curse out at how he’s feeling impossibly deep inside you right now. Hands sliding up your sides until they reach the sides of your neck, one hand slipping around your throat to hold you in place.

Choking you softly, he’s bringing your back up so it’s arched, shoulder blades against his chest with his free hand reaching around you to massage your clit, pounding into your from behind as you’re letting out breathless moans of his name. The grip tightening around your throat to make you a little lightheaded, giggling into your moans as he used you.

“You like that, hm? Being my little toy?” he asks as you were reacting so well to him grabbing and pounding you, you nod tiredly with a smile.

“Yes, sir,” you whine, letting out a delighted squeal as two hands were now around your throat, you desperately hold the headboard for support as Eddie hammers away inside of you.

“Take it like a good girl,” he’s grunting, your walls shaking and tightening around his length as you’re crying out in pleasure for him, the room being filled with the sound of your bodies clapping together.

“Gonna cum, shit,” you gasp out before you’re suddenly making another huge mess on the sheets, soaking Eddie’s cock and thighs as you cum completely untouched, Eddie growling out a little as your walls clench down on him uncontrollably.

He’s quickly tugging himself out of you, wrapping a hand around his base and squeezing tight, jerking himself quickly in his palm before cumming all over the swell of your ass with a groan of your name. Letting every last drop fall upon your glistening skin before he lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuck, you gotta give a guy more warning, baby… Nearly had me busting before I could even pull out…” he’s giving your ass a firm slap, admiring the paint work he did to you with a smug grin.

“Oops?” You giggle, clearly not bothered.

“Naughty girl,” his shaking hands reaching over to the nightstand to tug out a small bottle of lube that he would need, letting you just lay on your stomach and catch your breath for a little while as he coated his fingers and dribbled some onto your rim.

He was still rock hard, despite the orgasm, you could feel it brushing against you every now and again as he moved about behind you, glancing over your shoulder to admire him as he was still focused on your plump ass.

“Touch yourself for me, princess, it’ll help you stay nice and relaxed, okay?” he coos, voice gentle as his fingers would circle around your rim, you nod obediently and allow a hand to slide between yourself and the bed.

Your fingers circle a little around your clit, causing your breath to hitch and your body to shiver from the touch, biting down on his pillow softly as you teased yourself. His fingers ghost across your rim before the tip of his middle finger slowly breaches you, causing you to groan at the burn. He stops the second there’s resistance, waiting for your go ahead before he continues to ease it into you, moving the finger in and out slowly to get you used to it.

“How’s that, bunny?” he asks softly, looking up at you to gauge your reaction, you’re lost in your own little world letting out soft moans for him.

The corners of his lips twist up into a grin at the sight of you enjoying yourself, he’s applying more lube just to be safe before gradually working the second finger into you, scissoring them in gently and letting your body guide him. Working at your pace to make sure you were in as little discomfort as possible, he’s groaning out your name a little as he watches two fingers disappear in and out of you.

“Want you…” you whine a little, still circling your clit in circles whilst he’s easing you open from the back, grinding back against nothing to try and get more from him.

“You want my dick, bunny?” he offers, making you nod eagerly in agreement, “of course, baby.”

He’s pulling his fingers out from you, grabbing the lube once more and applying a thick amount to your ass, pouring a glob into his hand and soaking his dick with the fluid. Pressing his tip against your entrance, he’s pushing in with a little resistance, his hands gripping at your cum covered ass whilst he sinks into you, uttering words of praise and comfort as you stretch around him.

“Good girl, look at you, hm? Look at you, you took me like such a good girl, baby. You look so pretty, do you think you could handle me moving, hm? Keep your hand on your pussy, baby, tell me if it gets too much…” he leans down to kiss your shoulder, comforting you before his hands settle on your hips again.

Pulling out of you slowly, he’s taking a breath before inching back into you, cursing at how tight you were around him like this. His name falling from your lips as you continued to massage your clit as instructed, grinding back against him subtly as you get used to the intrusion. Biting down on your lower lip, you cuss out his name in a hiss once he’s balls deep in you, clenching around him in surprise.

“Fuck, baby, fuck…” he’s hissing, doing his best to fight off an orgasm as he wanted to enjoy this for way more than a couple seconds, you’re shaking a little from the overstimulation but a beaming grin on your face.

“Fuck me,” you groan, and he takes less than a second to kick into gear and give you what you want. Pulling out and softly pushing back in, picking up as quick a pace as before but less forceful as he didn’t want to push you too far, your name permanently on his lips as you clenched on him.

His hands moving to your ass to spread your cheeks open a little to admire the way he slipped into you with ease, hips colliding in a way that guaranteed bruises tomorrow, his bed shaking as you clutch at the sheets and pant into his pillows from how good it felt. Shaking his head as he drops his head back and closes his eyes as he tries to fight off the orgasm, everything feeling way too intense for him in this moment.

“Oh, shit. I’m not gonna last, fuck,” he mumbles, trying to distract his brain, which was only becoming more and more impossible with the way you clenched down on him.

“Good, cum for me,” you demand cutely, squeezing down on him as you could feel your own orgasm building up already, you didn’t care how long either of you lasted as long as you both finished and felt good.

“Fuck, you sure?” he pants, looking down at you and seeing the broken little smile on your face, you sadistic little shit.

“Mhm, cum in me.” You announced proudly, squeezing down around him once more before he’s throwing his head back and cursing out your name, cumming hard inside of you before he can even think to pull out. His thighs shaking from the intensity whilst he slows to a gradual stop, breathing heavily for a second.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he laughs half-heartedly, sliding his hand under you to knock your hand away, rubbing your clit in rough circles as he knew you were moments away from your own orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Eddie, shit..” you gasp, body seizing up for the third time before waves are sent crashing around you, cumming hard for the third time because of him tonight.

The both of you laying there in a pile of sticky limbs whilst you fought for breath, Eddie eventually slipped out of you, and you whined whilst clenching around nothing. Him shuffling around until you’re laying chest to chest, pressing kisses to your lips and forehead whilst checking in that you were doing okay.

“So… Live up to your fantasy?” you smile tiredly, stroking his sweaty cheek with your thumb as he looked into your eyes, blushing a little from the intensity of the stare.

“So much fucking better,” he mumbles, colliding his lips with your own, showing you how much he loved and adored you through the passion behind his kiss.

“It’s your turn next, big boy,” you grin, nipping at his lower lip playfully, noticing the way he’s red in the face and a little flustered.

“I… I guess you’re right.” Eddie blushes.

[sugebera]

Me the whole time-

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You Will Be Found.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader *Platonic Only*

Summary: You're new to Hawkins High and you're getting bullied by Jason and his band of assholes, Eddie finds you locked up in a storage closet and decides to scoop you under his metaphorical wings and keep you safe.

Warnings: There's some referencing to physical bullying so if that triggers you, please steer clear. It's nothing in great detail, I just don't want to upset people by not giving a heads up beforehand. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by @marvelfanfn2187a113. "Could you do an Eddie x reader platonic fic, where the reader just got to high school and is a loner, maybe lives in the same trailer park as Eddie, then starts getting picked on by Jason? Starts with small things like grabbing her headphones/book and won’t give them back, and it keeps getting worse until one day after DnD Eddie finds her locked in a closet/locker or something at school and gets like super protective."

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Your story was a cliché, that much you knew. You moved to Hawkins midway through the school year due to your parents’ failed marriage, your mother took you and moved here whilst your dad vanished to another state with his ‘new family.’ You never really saw him anymore, but that didn’t bother you, your mother was out of his grasp and even at your young age, you knew how important that was. You found it hard to make friends in new places, so you spent every day alone, from the moment you stepped out of your trailer in Forrest Hills Trailer Park until you stumbled back through the door at the end of the day.

You had no friends, wobbly grades from being uprooted midway through your year, bad anxiety and lived in a place that people would usually look down upon, even though it was all you needed, small, comfortable. Throw all of that in with the fact that you were resitting your senior year as you were so behind on your work from your last school that they pulled you back to make up for it. You were smart, you just didn’t apply yourself. Why should you when your family is crumbling around you? You kept your head down and stayed out of everyone’s way, hoping you’d just become another faceless student in the crowd.

As all cliché stories go, the bullying started immediately. People picked on the awkward new kid with the “funny accent,” they tripped you in the halls, stole your supplies, and once they realised where you lived? You became the town freakshow. It was made apparent very quickly that anyone who lived in the Trailer Park were social outcasts, which bothered you.

Everyone you’d met in your small community had been sweet to you, a little bonkers, but sweet. You couldn’t see why people would talk so badly about people who just didn’t have enough and were just barely scraping by.

The basketball jackets became a red flag to you, not once did you see someone with morals or manners sporting that attire, it was only used for cult-like armour as the abusive meatheads ran in packs. Those guys were the main bullies in your story, taking your lunch money or snitching on you for things you didn’t do, any minor and pathetic annoyance they could come up with? They did.

On this one particular day, you were minding your business putting your stuff away in your locker when suddenly the door got slammed shut from someone behind you, causing you to yelp in shock. It was in the blink of an eye that everything happened, you were suddenly being scooped up by your wrists and ankles and tugged down the hallway, no one else around as the final bell had already rung.

You felt yourself being shoved into a dark closet, tears staining your cheeks as you repeatedly bang your fists against the inside of the door, begging for someone, anyone to let you out. You could hear the door being propped shut with some kind of heavy object, causing you to fall to your knees and hyperventilate in between sobs.

You’re unsure how much time has passed, your breathing mostly regulated whilst you became accustomed to the darkness of the closet, your lower lip wobbling sadly as you attempt to soothe yourself by hugging yourself into a small ball.

You shoot up out of your spot as you hear a muffled voice in the distance, stumbling to your feet as you begin pounding and hammering on the door once again, calling out for help desperately. Heartbeat thumping out of your chest as you try everything to get the attention of this person, just praying in the back of your mind that they hear you, and that its someone with a good heart instead of the jocks back for more.

“What the fuck?” the voice says from outside the door, you hear the sound of the heavy object being forcefully removed before the door swings open to reveal your fellow student and neighbour, Eddie. His eyes wide and panicked as you wince at the sudden bright light overhead, rushing into his arms without sparing a second to think your actions through.

“Jesus, kid. Are you okay?!” he pats your back awkwardly, giving you a few seconds of comfort before he pulls back to look down at you, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears, “What happened in here?”

That’s all it takes to cue the flood gates to crash and you’re once again crying your eyes out, breathing heavily as you do your best to explain what had happened. How Jason and his friends had been harassing you for weeks until today when they just locked you in the closet out of spite right after school.

“I’m gonna kick his fucking ass!” Eddie swears, stepping back from you as he is now seething with anger, incredibly protective of you even though you’re strangers.

“N-no, please don’t… I don’t want anyone else getting hurt because of me” you whimper sadly, seeing the rage settle down to confusion and hurt in his eyes.

“I’m not gonna get hurt, I can take his ass.” He smirks, folding his arms across his chest defiantly whilst you stumble over your words trying to convince him otherwise.

“Please? Please don’t…” you frown, eventually Eddie caves and drops his arms back to his side, scooping up your bag from the floor before his palm rests between your shoulder blades with a sigh.

“Come on, kid. Let’s get you home.”

He guides you back to his van, making small talk as you go. Exchanging names and trying to find a flow in conversation so the drive wasn’t awkward, you knew that he lived near you so felt a little more comfortable than you normally would when getting into a stranger’s van. Not that you made a habit of doing that, of course.

It’s only when Eddie is rounding the corner to the trailer park that he gets a little uneasy, your gaze following his line of sight with a worried look in your eyes. Jason’s car, what was he doing here? A sick feeling pooled in your stomach when you realised that chances were, they were here for you.

Pulling up into his driveway, he told you to stay in the van and keep your head down whilst he checked it out, not wanting to send you back to your place just to get jumped in front of his eyes. You nod, sliding down in your seat and peaking nervously above the passenger window to keep an eye on the taller boy as he calmly walked to the trunk.

Your eyes widen at the sight of Eddie now carrying a rusty golf club in one hand, the other held a can of spray paint behind his back whilst he strolled towards the seniors outside your home.

“Jason, fuckers, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie smirks, the seniors scramble to their feet to appear tougher and taller, trying to intimidate Eddie, who was having none of it.

“Go home, freak. Mind your business.” Jason scoffed, getting a snicker out of the other guys.

“I don’t think I will, actually.” He musters up the most innocent smile before pulling the spray can from behind his back, holding it to the trunk of Jason’s expensive car, “Now, either you get the fuck outta here, or this thing is going to the scrap yard.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Jason growled, causing Eddie to laugh.

He really needed no encouragement, he was a free spirit.

Without missing a beat, Eddie started to spray paint a huge dick and balls onto the trunk of the car whilst Jason and his friends cursed out in shock, you could see from your window that they wanted to hurt him, you were surprised that they hadn’t already.

“You fucker!” Jason yells, charging towards Eddie in the hopes of tackling him, the metalhead snorts a laugh before stepping aside in favour of whacking Jason right in the shins with the golf club.

The other two goons then leapt at Eddie, causing you to wince, but he was quick on his feet. Smacking one of them in the torso with the club to render him winded on the floor, the third and final aggressor getting a shot straight in the dick which caused him to yelp like a kitten.

Whilst they all lay helpless on the ground, Eddie wanders back to Jason’s car, smashing the front window, kicking the side mirrors off their hinge, and spraying yet another dick on the hood. All three guys were in far too much pain to move, until Eddie swung for their heads to threaten them, missing intentionally.

“Now, let me catch you bullying any of these kids ever again, and I will have your head on a spike that I’ll use at my next cult meeting, you hear me?” he smirked, watching as the three guys fumbled into the broken and graffitied car and sped away.

“You’re a sick freak, Munson!” they cried out the window before disappearing around the corner at top speed, a proud smile on Eddie’s face as he comes back to you.

“Okay, we should be good here… How about you come and sit in my trailer until your mother gets home, yeah? Just in case.” He offers, you nod your head sheepishly before climbing out of the van with your backpack.

Guiding you into his place and locking the door behind you both, he opens one of the curtains a little so he can keep an eye out to see if and when your mother would pull back up to the trailer.

“Here, kid.” He throws the TV remote your way and gives you permission to put whatever you wanted on, informing you that you can help yourself to whatever food or drink you could find in his place, apart from alcohol.

Even though you were sure that Eddie and you were only maybe a year or two apart in age, you didn’t mind the nickname he gave you, it was far more kind than the ones that had been hurled your way in recent memory.

You curl up on the couch and focus on watching some old cartoons when you hear Eddie stumbling out from his backroom about a half hour later, a proud smile on his face as he’s holding something in his hands.

“What’s that?” you ask, confusion filling your voice.

“Just a shirt for our newest member,” he grins, sitting beside you on the couch and reaching out the item to you almost like a peace offering. You take the fabric in your hands and allow your fingers to trace over the words “Hellfire Club,” a shy smile on your face. It wasn’t your usual style, but you truly didn’t mind the change.

“Wait, are you serious?” lower lip threatening to wobble at the events of today, how he had been so protective and welcoming and kept you safe. He willingly took you in under his wing and treated you like an equal, something you certainly weren’t used to, especially not in Hawkins.

“Of course. You’re one of us now, yeah? Tomorrow I can introduce you to all my friends and they’ll love you. There’s a spot for you at our table, you’re more than welcome to be part of the family.” He smiles, to which you throw your arms around him for the second time today and repeatedly thank him.

“Not a problem, little lost sheep.” He smiles reassuringly.

Your eyes shoot up at the sound of the gravel crunching under some tyres, eyes wide until you see it’s your mother pulling up after her shift at work, a bright smile on your face as you move away from Eddie and swipe your bag from the floor.

“That’s my mom, I better go!” you announce, giving him one last hug before thanking him again for taking care of you. He follows you to the door, making sure that you got home safely, even if it was just a couple of strides across the road.

“Mom! Mom! I made a friend! Look!” you squeal in delight, showing your mother your new t shirt and giving her no time to process anything, just happy rambling about how excited you were. She kissed you on the forehead and said how happy she was for you, turning to glance across the street as Eddie was leaning against the doorway and waving politely at your mother.

She mouthed a shy and relieved “Thank you” to him, to which he saluted playfully before you both head back inside.

Your luck was finally turning around.

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Beautiful Remains.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Six months pass since the doomsday with Vecna, your boyfriend Eddie has become more recluse and you feel that you are losing him. What will it take to get him to trust you again? To believe you still love him, scars and all.

Warnings: No warnings, this is purely ansty/fluff content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by @sugoiisa. “How about one with Eddie somehow surviving the demobats and everyone including the reader nurse him back to health. And with the amount of scars he’s gotten from the bats, he grows self conscious with himself, so the reader reassured him of how their views on him haven’t changed all the while they kiss his scars😭”

Word Count: 3.2k

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It had been six months since everything went down… Six months since “the earthquake”, six months since Max had been hospitalised, six months since you thought you’d lost Eddie. It had been the longest six months of your life, and you knew the pain and healing was far from over, both figuratively and literally. School had been cancelled for the rest of the year and everyone was promised an honorary graduation diploma, you had suffered enough so this was the first victory for your group.

The town was still in the very early stages of fixing itself back up again, most people had been discharged from the hospitals, the mayor granting everyone financial aid so they could put a temporary pause on all non-essential employment so people could assist in the hard work to rebuild Hawkins.

Max was… well, she wasn’t great. Your once bubbly and attitude ridden little friend was now a sad and quiet individual, she kept to herself and didn’t talk much outside of the nurses running checks on her. She had officially gone blind. Most of her bones still broken, but healing. That was the important part. That was the miracle. She was healing, she was doing better day by day, that’s all that mattered to you.

Lucas hadn’t left her side once and you could tell that even in this state, their bond was only growing stronger. It was a pure testimony of love and will, that the two young souls had found comfort and security in the protection of one another, it was admirable.

Dustin was getting better, gradually. His ankle had healed up but the emotional trauma still lingered, as you would imagine. He thought Eddie had died in his arms, and for a couple minutes he technically had, your second miracle. You’re not sure what god you prayed to, all of them perhaps, but you were granted a small miracle in the doctors being able to revive him back in Hawkins.

Dustin had started seeing a counsellor to deal with his grief, and over the next passing months you could see the light slowly returning back to his eyes. He started to make jokes again, wanting to hangout more, still broken but he was working on it, and you couldn’t be more proud of him.

Steve was improving, his wounds had healed up for the most part, leaving him with a small scar that he would even brag about as being his “Battle Wound, only heroes get these.” Him and Robin had lost their jobs, again, due to the order of non essential businesses to close, so they volunteered to continue providing assistance for younger residents.

Steve was hired to drive kids two and from places to make sure they got there safe, he would pick up odd jobs here and there; laundry, kitchen work, even babysitting. Yeah, he’s always the god damn babysitter.

Robin was the same, but she worked more closely in the kitchen to make sure everyone who was displaced in the explosion had their weekly food supply boxes sent out to them. If she knew the family had a smaller child, she would always sneak a cookie or two into the box, freshly baked by Vickie. They wanted to bring a little joy to the children so in their downtime they baked cookies. It wasn’t on the list for items to include, but no one needed to know about that.

Nancy and Jonathan were going strong, they seemed to be closer than ever, he had cleaned up his act and was far more present and open with his thoughts and feelings. Since everything was closed down, Nancy deferred her college application for a year, giving them the much needed time to work things out and decide what they actually wanted. The acceptance letter merely a backup plan after the dust had settled.

Mike and Will? They seemed to be okay, still on edge as the threat of Vecna was always around the corner, but they went back to normal in terms of how they acted around one another. Eleven was doing better too, surrounded by the love and support of Hopper and Joyce (who had since moved in together), they were playing happy families.

Joyce’s job had shifted more into calling numbers on lists provided by the mayor to organise relocation for those who had lost everything. Hopper was always working, trying to locate the last couple of missing people to no avail, but he never gave up hope, he never stopped looking.

Eddie? He’s…. Sigh. Eddie, your poor Eddie. Out of everyone in your group, except Max, he was the worst off from all of this. He tried to play the hero, and paid the price for it. You’re not even sure how it happened as you’d blacked out most of the trauma, but you knew you’d somehow gotten him back to Hawkins with the help of the guys, rushed him to hospital where he was induced into a coma and had emergency surgery. He spent the first couple of weeks still in the coma but the doctors had promised you that he would pull through.

Those first couple of weeks, you visited him every single day. You brushed his hair, read him articles from his favourite magazine, kept him company and even slept beside him on some nights. He was bad. Really bad. Most of his body was bandaged up and you knew the damage had been done, you were terrified of how different life would be after everything he had been through.

You and the guys did everything for Eddie from the moment he regained consciousness up until present day. Dustin had let Eddie have his Mattel Electronics - Dungeons & Dragons handheld console whilst he was in the hospital, wanting Eddie to still get to enjoy his hobbies without exhausting himself with playing the full game himself. Eddie had complained about how nothing could replace the love and effort he put into the real thing, but he was incredibly grateful for the gesture and played late at night when he couldn’t sleep.

The other kids would come to the hospital and make sure he had snacks to eat, keeping him company until they were kicked out from visiting hours being over. Robin, Nancy and Steve would come by and make sure he had fresh clothes and get him anything he needed that the kids couldn’t get hold of. You were all his care and support team, and he’s never felt more loved and wanted in a town that once wanted him dead.

Eddie had only been home for about a month at this point, they kept him in longer than any of you expected due to the severity of his wounds. They had to do testing to make sure there wasn’t any horrific venom of sorts in the bites, and he had such a high maintenance routine that it was easier to keep him at the hospital where he could be checked on every couple of hours.

His wounds had somewhat healed, they were no longer open or needing to be bandaged, but they looked gnarly. Eddie had become far more recluse and insecure, he never took his shirt off around you, you never showered together anymore, you hadn’t even had sex in months (not that that was important, you just knew before this all happened you’d be doing it almost daily so it’s a shock that Eddie hadn’t even made attempts to do more than kiss.) He still made sure that you knew he loved you, he just didn’t feel confident enough to be intimate around you at all, you couldn’t blame him.

You were currently stepping out of the shower of Eddie’s trailer, wrapping a towel around yourself and combing through your hair with your fingers as Eddie sat in his bedroom reading a magazine. You dry yourself off and change into comfy clothes, a pair of red shorts and a white t-shirt with some band you don’t remember the name of plastered on the back, hair in a loose bun whilst it dried.

Eddie was wearing black sweatpants and a long sleeved Dungeons and Dragons shirt, socks on his feet as he was covered head to toe, not wanting you to see his scars.

“Hey, love.” He said, not looking up from his place on the magazine, only tearing his eyes away from the page when you’re leaning down to kiss him, to which he happily reciprocates.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He flinches slightly at the name, before he would have grinned brightly but now he doesn’t assosicste with it, feeling as if it didn’t belong to him.

You gently take the magazine out of his hands, folding the corner so he wouldn’t lose his place, before you set it on the bedside table away from him. Sitting beside him on the bed, you rest your hand against his cheek, cupping his head and stroking his cheekbone with a concerned look on your face. He sighs sadly, his hand cupping the back of your wrist whilst his own thumb swipes acros the back of your hand comfortingly.

“Baby… It’s 100 degrees outside, are you sure you wanna be sat here sweating your ass off in those clothes?” your voice tender, understanding, laced with concern rather than judgement.

He shrugs, truth he told he was already overheating in his outfit, he just couldn’t bear the thought of you seeing any part of him like this. You shuffle closer, press a kiss to the centre of his forehead before speaking, making sure to choose your words carefully as the last thing you’d ever want to do was upset him.

“Honey, it’s okay… I… I’m not going to judge you, you know? I want what’s best for you, I don’t want you getting sick from overheating, I promise you I won’t judge you” you whisper to him, seeing that he’s gnawing at his lip anxiously as you speak.

“I just don’t want you to see me differently, I don’t want you thinking I’m hideous and not being attracted to me. I don’t want you breaking up with me just cause you don’t think I’m hot anymore,” voice quiet, you can tell by the poor attempt to mask his sniffles that he had tears in his eyes.

“Never gonna happen,” your voice confident.

Pulling away, you take both of cheeks in your hands, tilting his head up so you lock eyes with one another. Thumbs swiftly wiping away any tears that happen to trickle down his face, you offer him a soft smile, caught between trying to be reassuring and not wanting to break down seeing him like this.

“I love you, Edward. Okay? You’re always going to be the most handsome man I’ve ever laid my eyes upon, you hear me? We’ve been through hell and back together, it’s going to take far more than your scars to make me not love you anymore. You’re the sweetest, most funny, kind, caring, supportive and passionate individual I have ever been around. You love everyone so passionately and you’re so proudly yourself and that’s a beautiful thing to experience. You’ve shown me what real love is like and you have not once made me question my worth or if you loved me. You’re a real man, Edward Munson, and I can promise you from the bottom of my heart that /nothing/ will /ever/ change that, I love you.” You can’t stop the few tears that roll down your cheek as you’re professing your love, his tears betraying him in the same way yours were.

“I love you,” he mumbled sadly. He knew that you wouldn’t judge him, you were the only person to truly know him inside and out, you loved every quirk and comforted him through every breakdown, you were his rock and you were his person, he felt safe with you. It’s just the insecure voice in his head trying to convince him that you don’t want him anymore, even when you prove time and time again that you do.

“I love you more, bub. Can you please just think about changing? Please? I really don’t want you making yourself more uncomfortable, I won’t make you go outside and I won’t let anyone else see you like this, okay? It’s just us, it’s just me. I promise.” you remind him.

It takes a little more convincing before he lets out a sigh of defeat and he agrees to change into something more weather appropriate. You give him the space to let him climb out of bed, legs crossed and fingers nervously playing with your nails whilst you watch him rummage through the closet for other options.

He settles on a pair of black denim shorts and his old Hellfire T-shirt, he hadn’t worn either items in months. You can see his hands shaking with nerves and fear as he even thought about changing into them in front of you, glancing at you sheepishly.

“If you’d feel more comfortable, you can change in the bathroom? I’m not going to force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay? Baby steps, honey.” You reassure him.

He lets out a sigh of relief before fumbling his way into the bathroom, you look down at your hands and pick at the chipped polish whilst you could hear him changing on the other side of the door. Not long after, the handle rattled and his curly haired head popped out from behind the door, clearing his throat to grab your attention.

“Uh… can you… Can you close your eyes?” he asks, hoping to draw out the reveal for as long as possible so he can minimise the amount of time you see him for.

“Of course, sweetheart.” You’re immediately covering your eyes with your palms and looking down to prove you would comply. Eddie slowly comes out of the bathroom and fumbled with his hands nervously, his rings in a dish on the bedside table as he hadn’t felt himself enough to wear them.

“Um… I… you can open…” he stammers.

You make sure that he’s comfortable with it before peeling your hands from your eyes and slowly glancing up at the older man at the foot of your bed. You try to smile reassuringly, but it falters a little at the sight of his eyes welling with tears and his body shaking.

“Baby, come here…” you offer your arms out to him with a sad tone to your voice, wanting nothing more than to comfort him in his time of need.

In a flash he’s crashing into the bed and curling into your arms, his face hidden in your neck as your arms wrap protectively around his middle. You could feel his body trembling as he let out a few tears on your shirt, your hands brushing up and down his back slowly. Kissing the side of his head, you lulled him to a silence where he was finally able to breathe again in your grasp.

“I love you.” You remind him, not letting him think for even a second that anything had changed between you both.

“I love you” he mumbled into your shoulder.

“Can I take a look? If you’re okay with that? I’ve not seen them since we took you to the hospital…” testing the waters, you didn’t want to force him before he’s ready and go back tk square one.

With a reluctant sigh, he’s eventually pulling himself from your arms and sitting up beside you in the bed once again. You shoot him a reassuring smile before he curls his fingers around the hem of his shirt, pulling it up painfully slowly to reveal the scar tissue that the bats had left behind.

“Do they still hurt?” You ask, trying to deflect the attention towards yes/no questions rather than letting him get lost in his head.

“I mean, they’re kinda tender after the shower but they’re no longer agony.” He explains with a slight shrug, you move closer and reach out towards him to ask permission to touch the skin. He agrees, so your small hand ghosts across the gentle lines of the scars to trace them, feeling him flinch under your touch.

“I still love you.” You remind him, he lets out a breath he didn’t even realise he had been holding. Eddie knew you loved him, but the fact you said it whilst looking at what he deemed to be the ‘worst part’ of him calmed his racing mind.

You convince him to switch positions with you, him laying on his back in the centre of your bed whilst his hands rest under his head. You get permission from him once again to raise his shirt, leaving he fabric bundled around his armpits whilst you straddled his hips. Small hands cupping his sides, your gaze trailing across all of the torn skin with a sad smile.

“I love you. You’re still handsome to me. Very handsome, in fact. I don’t think you understand how much I love you… You sacrificed yourself for a town that hated you, baby. You did the most selfless thing anyone could ever imagine, you’re a hero. Without you, we couldn’t have pulled off the rest of the plan… You’re a fucking rockstar, Ed. I’ve never loved anyone more than I love you, and your scars will never change that.” You confess, seeing the tension leaving his face with each passing word.

Leaning down, you press a soft yet loving kiss to every scar on his chest, whispering a proud “I love you” after each and every kiss. You didn’t stop until you had coated his entire torso in kisses, connecting your lips with his as you slide the fabric down to cover him again so he could relax. He kissed you back, with passion.

“I fucking love you, sweetheart.” His hands grabbing your face and keeping you close as he kissed between subtle sobs, unable to believe his luck that he had someone so wonderful and understanding all to himself.

You can’t help but giggle as you both let out months of pent up emotions just spiral out of you, showering one another in kisses and compliments as you felt Eddie slightly relaxing around you. Eddie was coming back. YOUR Eddie was coming back. The sound of his laugh filled your heart with joy, you had begun to fear that you would never hear it again, but this was all you could ever need.

“You’re so fucking handsome, Eddie. I’m such a lucky person to get to have you as my own. I’m going to cherish the ground you walk on until we’re old and grey, you hear me? We’re gonna get married and maybe even pop out a Mini Munson or two. You’re mine. You’re my home and I’m so fucking in love with you,” you confess through the tears and the giggles.

Suddenly you’re being grabbed, tugged, and rolled over in the bed, Eddie towering over you as he’s got a hand cupping your jaw. He’s smirking down at you as your cheeks flush pink, everything he did made you weak in the knees for him. Kneeling between your spread legs as he’s showering you in kisses, lips slipping along your jaw and down your throat as he purrs playfully at you.

“Mini Munsons, hm?” he smirks.

[hawkinshighdropout]

I Wanna Dance with Somebody.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: It's getting late but you and Eddie are hanging out and listening to music from the hood of his van, one particular playlist comes on and it opens up the door to a whole new side of your story.

Warnings: No warnings, this is purely fluff/pure content. Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “Maybe one where Eddie and the reader are bored out of their minds late at night just hanging out in his van in a field while they have the radio at a quiet comfortable volume. Asking each other random questions and jokingly make harmless debates like “which is better and why?” Moments later, the reader’s favourite song plays on the radio and gets really excited they jump out of the van while pulling Eddie along. They want him to dance along with them as the song plays and Eddie gets flustered but decides to anyways. Going from silly dance moves to slow dancing under the moonlight. And both of them just admiring each other.I hope it’s not too much, I enjoy your writing so much as well!”

Word Count: 1.5k

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Looking up at the stars from where you resided on the hood of Eddie’s van, one arm under your head for comfort and the other resting across your stomach as you asked each other silly questions to fill the silence. It was late into the night on a Thursday, and you’d decided to go to your quiet spot on the other side of Hawkins with your best friend to get away from the world for a while. He was sat up, taking slow drags from his cigarette whilst the music played through the car’s speakers, it was comfortable when you two were together like this.

“Pancakes or waffles?” you question, glancing across at Eddie who was in the process of exhaling the puff of smoke from his lungs.

“Waffles.” He responded without missing a beat.

“Okay, and why?” you respond, sitting up a little so you are resting on your elbows.

He turns in his spot a little to look down at you, his shoulders shrug with a lazy smile on his soft pink lips, “Because I said so,” he said simply.

Rolling your eyes, you then lay back down on the hood and let out a gentle sigh.

“Sunrise or sunset?” his voice broke the silence.

“Sunset” you mumble, feeling the car shuffle a little under his weight as he flicked the butt of the cigarette on the ground and turned to lay on his side to face you.

“Why’s that?” he asks, you peak your eye open to see that his expression conveyed genuine interest, his smile widening when he sees you looking at him.

“Brings the peace of the night, you know? Gives you the chance to get lost in your thoughts and not have to prepare yourself for the day ahead..” you admit simply, watching as he nods just once in understanding, “Vampires or werewolves?”

“Vampires, duh! They’re way cooler, werewolves are just angry dogs, nothing cool about that! I’d rather be immortal and live off of blood” he laughed, baring his teeth towards you, and hissing playfully whilst pretending to bite down on your neck.

You shove him away playfully whilst erupting into a fit of giggles, Eddie laughing to himself as he eventually pulls away to slump back down against the hood of the car.

“Go deaf or blind?” he questioned, raising his brow in your direction.

“Blind!” you say immediately, “I can’t go through life without music, you know?”

“Totally.” He agreed, whole heartedly.

“Speaking of music…” you start, climbing off the hood with a bright grin, you could hear one of your favourite songs blasting out from the speakers. Running to duck your head in the car through the window, flicking the volume control to have it much louder, “Dance with me!”

The car speakers were loudly blasting out “Don't Stop Believing - Journey” whilst you hopped around excitedly, jumping about in time with the guitar strumming, pretending to be playing the drums whilst Eddie sat watching in amusement. You sang along to the song with passion, taking until the first chorus until he slipped from the hood in favour of joining in on the fun. He picked up the air guitar and started strumming it in time with the song whilst you both hopped about like you were running the world’s best air concert, no care for the time or how loud you were being, you were having fun.

The song came to an end, and you took it one at a time to bow, grinning ear to ear as he moved to the car to turn the volume down just slightly now that the moment had passed, the songs playing at a more manageable level now. Both breathing hard as you had put a bunch of effort and energy into your performance, you watch as Eddie was fumbling through your small pile of cassette tapes to find something else to put on as this mixtape had finally ended.

“Any preference?” he called out mid search.

“Just play whatever” you rolled your eyes fondly, letting him pick.

He had a smug grin on his lips as he came back to you, and it was only when the first couple notes of the mixtape started playing that you realised what he had picked, suddenly getting a little flustered as he spoke, “So... I found one with my name on? That’s the one I picked.”

“Oh… Okay, yeah, okay.” You fumbled, the much slower song had begun playing through the speaker as you looked down at your hands sheepishly. He hadn’t made a comment so far, so you were unsure on if he liked it or not, not that he was ever supposed to find this mixtape.

Truth is, you had curated a mixtape compiled with a bunch of songs that reminded you of him, an embarrassing amount of them being love songs. Even though you were best friends, you felt something more for him. He wasn’t supposed to know this or find out, you never wanted to bring this up in case it ruined the friendship, guess that was out in the open now?

“M’Lady…” he gestures, hand reaching out to you as an offering to dance.

You step forward and take his hand, guiding it to rest on his shoulder, your other hand following suit. His hands rest upon the small of your waist as you flushed close together, Eddie guiding the slow rhythm of your bodies, so they sway in time with the music.

You swayed in silence for a little while before he broke the silence, his chin resting on the top of your head as you moved together, his tone gentle.

“You know… If you had feelings for me, you could have just said so, you didn’t need to go to the effort of making a playlist…” he chuckled, he was clearly joking around. The fact you didn’t respond caught him off guard, expecting you two to banter back and forth.

“I…” you muffled, unsure of what to say.

He pulled back a little, just enough to look down at you. Tilting his head to the side in confusion as his brows furrowed, slowing your movements to a stop so you are just locking eyes with one another under the moonlight.

“Talk to me…” he whispers, nothing was funny anymore.

“I don’t know what to say” you admit, looking down sheepishly.

“Well, I guess confirmation would be enough? I was kidding before but the look on your face is leading me to believe that wasn’t a joke…” he confessed, causing your cheeks to only flush deeper.

“It’s true.” You mumble, you feel him taking a deeper intake of breath.

“It is? Really?” he asked, you nodded.

He stayed silent for a short amount of time, so you turned away in his arms to protect yourself, if you had it your way? You would have run off from embarrassment, but all you could do was turn so your back was to his chest, his arms around your midsection as his chin rested on your shoulder. He leant back against the car and held you there, both of you admiring the view in the distance as he took a deep breath.

“It’s mutual.” He finally announces into your ear with a hushed whisper.

Glancing over your shoulder at him, brows furrowed as you are trying to tell if he was messing about or serious, you just see him grinning shyly right back at you, his lips pressing to your shoulder as he squeezed you closer. Slowly turning in his arms, your arms wrap around his shoulders as his hands slide into your back pockets to keep you safe, eyes searching his face for an explanation as he just looked at you with the most tender fondness.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are, Y/N?” he asks, you shake your head.

“You are the single most beautiful being that I have ever had the privilege to lay my eyes upon, you are truly ethereal, and honestly it’s a crime that I’ve not told you this before” he mutters, your cheeks as hot as the sun from how he speaks about you.

“You’re beautiful too,” you whisper. He chuckled a little, but your eyes conveyed honesty.

Reaching up, you tuck his wild curls behind his ears and sigh in pure bliss as you admire his handsome face looking down at you, skin soft and eyes even softer, pink plump lips curving up into the most fond and trustworthy smile you could ever imagine. Your hand takes up residence on his face, the pad of your thumb swiping across his cheekbone whilst he kept his gaze on you.

“You, Y/L/N, render even Edward Munson speechless…” he shakes his head in disbelief with a toothy grin.

“It’s witchcraft.” You giggle, closing your eyes and sighing in content as his lips pressed to the centre of your forehead, feeling at home in his arms.

The details for that conversation could be saved for another day, for now? You were going to enjoy the warm arms that wrapped around you, the soft lips that would pepper your forehead in kisses, and the fuzzy feeling you got in your stomach whenever Eddie would sing along to lines of the love songs that you once had dedicated to him.

[sugebera]

Tis so cute and adorable I love it so much🤍

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Got room for one more lost sheep? // e.m x gn!reader

All thoughts, actions and feelings expressed verbally by reader as well as in the narrative are mine. Some good ol' self-insert catharsis🥰 I would have done anything to have had an Eddie in high school to help me deal with all the bullying, but I never found one. I feel like I'm still waiting for him in my mid 20s... There's time.💖 (And if I can’t find one, then I’ll keep working on becoming one. I feel like he’d appreciate that.)

TW; talks of VERY specific bullying encounters from the past (my own irl ones from high school; Jason against reader), reader is painfully shy because of said bullying but they grow into it, angst, comfort, anger (Eddie), swearing with dialogue & narrative, slow burn, love confessions, friends to lovers trope (my beloved💖).

As outlined HERE, I just wanted to talk to Eddie for five minutes so here that gush is, fully fleshed out into a fic!

Summary:

"I was always the odd one out. The freak. I had my music and my books to get me through the days but I always looked for someone like you, Eddie. I never found you."

Fingers darted across the table, slipped between your own and squeezed hard.

"I'm here now, sweetheart."

"Yeah," you dashed tears from your eyes with your other hand, "you are."

Word count: 7, 447. (my firstborn😭)

Tagging @hersweetrevenge @seafrost-fangirl @another-day-in-chuckletown @alliecheer007-88 @sabbathsworld and also @eddiebunson & @hawkinshighdropout who both gave me so much advice on Eddie’s character! Without these two, this fic would have been deleted, unfinished, and it never would have seen the light of day! and a biiiiig thank you to @gemstone-roses for reading this over for me when it was almost finished and easing my anxieties about posting!

Eddie Munson had always intrigued you, ever since you first saw him.

He was... beautiful.

You were sat across the room from him in the cafeteria, your nose in a book. Music blared through your headphones but you tried to keep your body still. If you had been at home, you would have allowed your body to move to the music; no rhyme or rhythm, just movement for its own sake as you sank into the music like it was a hot bath for your soul. But you were in a crowded canteen and you were already disliked as it was, for no 'crime' other than being yourself.

For many people, that was enough of an excuse to be a bully.

People so loved to condemn what they didn't comprehend.

You had, years ago, learned to accept that you understood yourself (sometimes, and often with much introspection), even if no one else did or bothered to even try, and that simple yet devastatingly complex truth had to be enough.

It had to be.

As you turned the page, only half reading your latest book, you felt eyes on you. You looked up and around the room, trying not to make it seem like you were looking for someone, before you caught Eddie's gaze. There was a roughness to him, most definitely some kind of edge which made you realise that you never wanted to piss him off, but there was a softness to him, too. The cruelty of the world had eroded his walls, chipping pieces of him away at a time, leaving some tender vulnerabilities which he patched over with a devil-may-care attitude. Most people took him at face value, but you saw yourself in him, and it only made you even more curious about him.

There was more to Eddie than met the eye, and you wanted to know him. You wanted to know him as well as you knew yourself, but you had never even spoken to him.

He lifted his eyebrows as you maintained the glance and you couldn't help the small genuine smile as you saw that you had his attention. Even if it was only for a moment. You weren't sure if he was surprised that you were returning the non-verbal hello or if he was asking a question with those eyebrows, but you raised a hand in a small wave. You felt embarrassed to be waving, but you didn’t want to leave Eddie hanging. So many people ignored him, and you had sworn to yourself long ago that if you were ever lucky enough to get to speak to him, you would take full advantage of any chances you found or forged… whichever came first. This instance, the very first of many, was the latter. The kind smile which you received in response was small, and those eyebrows were definitely surprised now, but Eddie waved back after looking around to make sure that you were waving at him, and not someone walking past. Something in you ached at that, and you felt compelled to finally, after months of being drawn to him, approach Eddie for yourself.

You stood up, removing your headphones, the guitar riff cut off half way through, though it continued to play in your mind, so familiar were you with your favourite songs that you could listen to them with your imagination almost note for note. You let the book close, stuffed it into your bag, dropped your Walkman in with it, and carefully made your way through the circular tables and various groups which spelled trouble for those who didn't fit into one neat little societal ascribed box. People stared at you as you did so, and you had to step over a few feet; people trying to trip you up wasn't anything new, but you weren't in the mood. You had a laser focus on Eddie, who had been nudged by one of the kids he was sitting with as they all watched you approach their table. Eddie only shook his head; it looked like he said, “it’s fine”.

No one ever approached Hellfire at all, let alone willingly, yet you had done so of your own accord.

Your courage left you as Eddie's eyes caught yours for a second time, and you faltered in your steps. Those eyebrows raised again, just slightly, and you thought that perhaps it was encouragement. Or maybe he was curious. Or maybe he was going to be rude to you like everyone else was... you shook that thought off. This was Eddie. You didn't know him that well, not yet, but you knew enough to know that he was gentler than he looked. It was a huge part of the intrigue for you, how someone who looked so intimidating could be so kind.

What sort of life had he known?

You suspected that the answer to that question would be answered by the sands of time, as all mysteries unravel with enough patience and persistence. The tapestry of Eddie Munson was undoubtedly an ethereal one, and you wanted to see it now.

Finally, you reached his table, your fingers wringing the straps of your backpack, slung haphazardly over your shoulder in your haste to do as you wanted – to stop being forced to sit on your own, either at a table or in a bathroom cubicle, and to sit with Eddie and his friends - before you could talk yourself out of it.

“H-h, Eddie. I, uh, I – may I... can I sit – I mean, may I s - “ You sighed, frustrated with yourself, and turned away from Eddie to instead look out of the window. The sun was high and it left a green cast across your vision. It burned but you didn't look away, the stinging of the bright light distracting you from the telltale sting of tears.

Why couldn't you say one fucking sentence?

You didn't need to. Eddie saw you in that moment, and he took pity on you; helped you out a bit. You had extended a very tentative olive branch, and he remembered all too well the soul deep loneliness he had been plagued with before he had cultivated his Hellfire Club. His family.

Right away, so awfully shy (scared, as he would come to discover later on, when your own tapestry began to reveal itself), you were accepted. Befriended. Eddie's heart was an open highway, despite how many more people left than those that stayed. Most people chose to avoid his roads, rather than see things themselves before making a decision. He was used to it, but he wasn’t used to this, and he wanted to make the best of it. On that, you were agreed, though neither of you knew it.

“Gentlemen,” Eddie addressed his friends as he leaned over to grab the chair right in front of you, pushing it back until the edge of the chair pressed against your front. You stepped back and the chair scraped across the polished floor, making you wince. “I think we found another lost sheepie who needs our help. Who needs us.” He waved a hand in a way you read as 'sit down'.

“Y/N.”

Eddie had to strain his ears to hear you mumbling. You were painfully anxious, practically inaudible over the cacophony of the canteen, but you had paid a high price to just come over and he wanted to make it a little easier on you. He nodded and repeated your name to himself, committing it to memory. God, your heart was trying to beat out of your damn chest, pounding a wild tattoo against the cage of your ribs. You eased yourself down slowly, lowering your bag down gently. Wanting to get comfortable but waiting for the punchline.

The jokes you didn't see being set up always hit you the hardest in the aftermath but just this once, please, could something go right for you? Of all the tables in the canteen, you wanted the people sat at this one to be it for you.

You reminded Eddie of a wild animal as he watched you join his little flock, all caution just in case a loud or sudden noise made you bolt. The anxiety was coming off you in waves and he wondered what had caused you to finally come and say hello – this wasn't the first time he had caught you staring from across the room. You were a frequent starer, had been for months, but Eddie had never confronted you about it. Your gaze wasn't... demeaning but rather... Curious, and longing. Yeah, that sounded about right. He hadn't been waiting for you, per se, but he also hadn't been surprised by this turn of events. He thought… no, he knew it was brave of you to do this. Eddie knew a lost sheepie when he saw one, even when he wasn't wearing his Bo Peep. He'd been one his entire life until he'd found a way to become for others what he'd always so desperately craved for himself.

“Why are you here?” The question was blunt, rude, spoken by a dark curly haired teenager. You could barely see his eyes through the mop of curls and you shrunk back into yourself, wincing as you gripped the edges of the stiff plastic chair. Preparing to run.

“Shut it, Wheeler,” Eddie snapped, dark eyes flashed with irritation. “We welcome all lost sheepies here.” He took a deep breath and then smiled at you, his dimples just beginning to crease the apples of his cheeks. “And what brings you to Hellfire, little lamb?” Eddie adopted his Dungeon Master voice and paired it with another grand hand gesture, wanting to make you laugh. You were still so anxious and shy, borderline scared, Eddie thought, and he wanted to ease your way. You had been so courageous already and he wanted to help you. He had done the same for everyone sat at the Hellfire table at one point or another.

It helped that the intrigue you had always felt towards him was mutual. But you didn't know that, not yet.

Eddie had to coax you out of your shell first.

“I...” You took a deep breath, fisting the material of your shirt. You noticed that he had asked you the same question as Wheeler, though it had been worded much nicer and in such a way that you felt like it was okay to ask for what you wanted. Eddie's eyes followed the movement of your hands and he smiled kindly at you, trying to get you to ease up on the nerves. Just a little more. He wondered who had hurt you, for you to be like this over something most others took for granted. “I wanted to... come over and say hi because you're... Hellfire.”

“What? That doesn't even make sense.” Mike scoffed, pushing mashed potatoes around his plate.

Eddie closed his eyes in irritation, willed himself not to snap at the oblivious teen. In time, Mike would learn, as all children must. “It does, Wheeler. Count yourself lucky you never had to find so much bravery just for a hello.”

He looked at you, his eyes full of patience, waiting for you to continue. You weren't done just yet, he could feel it.

“I... you're Hellfire. You always have so much fun over here, I can hear you from across the canteen, and I was over there on my own and I just... I want to sit here with you all and soak up the sun. I – if that's okay, I don't want to be a bother or get in your way or anything.”

Eddie shook his head. “You're absolutely not a bother, sweet thing. There's always room for more.” He caught the implication that you had just called him the sun, warm and safe... A light blush dusted his cheeks but he refused to mention it to you or anyone else.

To stop anyone from noticing his reaction to your genuine, offhanded praise, and to show you that you were welcome, Eddie turned back to the group and carried on mocking the article he was reading aloud; how dangerous the group's beloved fantasy game apparently was. If D&D was that dangerous, then it was the safest danger you would ever know. It was as if you had been there the whole time, and you marvelled at how Eddie was able to make you feel like you fit in with just a few sentences. His vibe was warm, totally against the intimidating edge he put on every moment of the school day. You wanted to know him in private life.

If Eddie was the sun, as you had described, then you wanted to bask in him.

Just like that, you were a member of Hellfire. One lunchtime at his table turned to two, then three, then four, and before you knew it, you could barely remember what it was to have to sit alone in the bathroom eating lunch, or being made to sit in the canteen where people would 'accidentally' knock into you or otherwise pretend like you weren't there. You were a cheap source of entertainment and you loathed it, but in Hellfire, no one came near you.

Eddie had somehow become your protector; a Shepard tending to his flock.

It was everything you had daydreamed about that day you had decided to be brave, just for five minutes.

Usually, when someone approached Eddie, it was for a drug sale or for something less than savoury, and he was always on edge. But with you, Eddie only felt safe. You had never given him cause for concern, in that your words and actions were an act. Your anxiety had lessened over the weeks since you had joined Hellfire (especially since Eddie had given you your own shirt after a week of sitting with the group) but sometimes you retreated back into your shell and didn't come out, no matter how gently Eddie tried to coax you. That was okay, he understood you better than anyone else in Hellfire; much of yourselves were reflected in the other person. Someone had hurt you really bad in the past, they must have done, but Eddie never ever pushed you for anything. No questions asked, no explanations needed. He was content to let everything show itself in time. He knew how to be patient.

Until the day came, several weeks later, when Jason stormed into the canteen. He was shouting something about a pep rally, but his voice flooded you with so much fear that you felt nauseous and you practically threw yourself at Eddie with a noise which made his heart shrivel up in his chest. “No, no, no, no no no no no no no no - “ Your breathing picked up and you shoved your chair as close to Eddie as you possibly could, ducking your face into his back as you pressed your hands underneath his leather jacket, clinging to him. "Please don't let him see me, please please please - "

You weren't even thinking, Eddie registered in the back of his mind. You were hiding in your pure unadulterated fear. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey,” Eddie got out in a rush as he felt you burrow into his back, almost like you were trying to crawl inside his skin, where it was safe; the other Hellfire members looking at what little they could see of you like you had sprouted a third head, “Easy, easy, Y/N, it's okay,” Eddie reached back and rested his hand on whatever part of you was closest (he hoped it was nowhere inappropriate, though he doubted you cared), rubbing his thumb across your clothes. His tenderness with you was at total odds with the way he was glaring at Jason. Finally, the question of who had hurt you so badly in your life was answered, and Eddie had never felt as bloodthirsty with rage in his life as he did in that moment. “I've got you, sweetheart, you're safe, don't let go of me.” His dark eyes followed Jason across the canteen, passed the Hellfire Club (Eddie and Jason exchanged almost identical looks of disgust towards each other, but thankfully, Jason didn't spot you), right up to the door next to the stage as the jock left the room.

When Jason was gone, Eddie patted you, being careful with his hand because he still didn't know what was being touched. “You can come out now, little lamb,” his Dungeon Master voice usually made you giggle, but you only tightened your grip on him for but a moment before you let him go, very reluctantly, leaving Eddie's back cold and haunted by the ghost of your warm embrace. You sat up slowly, your eyes glassy with tears, and swiped your hands quickly across your face.

"Th-thank you. Sorry." You spoke both sentences quickly, as if you couldn't decide which one should be spoken first, though both were equally important for you to say. You took several long deep breaths and Eddie's fingers spidered across his lap as he searched for your hand under the table, giving you a comforting squeeze.

"He hurt you." Eddie stated slowly, his dark eyes so soft and tender that it made you want to cry. You bit down on your inner cheek and wrinkled your nose against the urge. You gave him a nod; it was all you had.

"Uh, what - what was that?" Mike's eyebrows had almost disappeared into his hairline as he and the others had watched you and Eddie interacting. You were too busy staring down at your hand, laced with Eddie's, to notice everyone sharing a look of 'holy shit' and 'what the fuck?' but no one said anything. Everyone was waiting for you and what you would choose to share with them.

"Jason scares me."

"Yeah, no shit," Someone snorted. It might have been Mike; you weren't paying all that much attention.

"He... shut me in a bathroom cubicle when I was in first year. Lured me there by asking me to do something... I think it was grabbing a book he'd forgotten or something. But I got jumped; shoved in a bathroom cubicle, which was then barricaded with... something, the fuck if I know. And they turned out the lights. Jason left me there in the dark, alone, for an entire school day. Only reason I was found was 'cause I didn't come home. My parents lost their freaking minds and ripped the school apart looking for me. And the day after, some girls shoved me into a locker... from there, it never stopped. All I had from then on were my music and my books." You sniffled and Eddie's other hand rubbed your back in fluid, slow motions. Comforting you. Briefly, you wondered if he comforted other friends like this. You appreciated how tactile he was. "Jason was always the instigator. Always. A few months after this, one of his guys asked to be friends with me. I agreed... didn't realise he'd done it as a dare. No one actually wanted to be friends with me... it was all a joke. Someone outside the group told me all about it after a few weeks and they mocked me for believing them, that anyone wanted me around. After that, I never bothered trying to make friends. Just gave up, let it happen 'til I became the freak. Had no one, really. Until... until you." You braved a small smile. "I figured if I made myself as small and as inconsequential as possible, he'd ignore me. And he does... but he scares me." You glanced at Eddie, then. "Sorry I threw myself at you."

It was the most any of them had ever heard you say in one sitting during all the time they had known you, and you felt like a small weight had been let off your chest. Eddie, who had waited patiently for you to reach the end of your tale, was almost shaking in rage. He jumped up and out of his seat, his tongue, as sharp as a blade, locked and loaded. All four guys sat at the table were watching him, their eyes wary; Eddie was gonna fight, he was gonna start something in your name, and he was going to get kicked out again. They had almost had one lunch time without Eddie causing a huge scene; while they enjoyed it when he did, they all knew that the consequences got worse for Eddie for every senior year re-run. Eddie was about to physically fight Jason and while the dude had it coming, did Eddie really have to do it now?

At least, that's what would have happened in any other instance.

Except you flinched.

You flinched away from Eddie, you ripped your hand out of his, when seconds ago you had thrown yourself into him, and Eddie swore under his breath, his fists trembling as he sunk back down in his seat. Nope. He couldn't fight. You flinched. He took several slow, deep, measured breaths, actively calming himself down, and then when he looked at you, there was a tender look in his chocolate eyes. He didn't want you to be scared of him, of what he was capable of. He wanted to comfort you, though his first instinct was to protect you by way of doing unto Jason as was done to you.

Eddie couldn't get your reaction out of his mind's eye and all at once, he was again reminded of the way you had resembled a wild animal that very first day, practically asking Hellfire Club to adopt you as one of their own. You didn't need Eddie to fight for you. You needed him to fight with you. More deep breaths and then Eddie calmed down, down...

"For the record," everyone looked at Eddie, mixed expressions on their faces, "you can always throw yourself at me, sweetheart."

It worked; the tension was defused, chuckles were released with some of that, but the atmosphere around the table was still a tad solemn. And Eddie was now and forevermore on what he would later call Jason Patrol.

Eddie hadn't attacked Jason that day in the canteen, but his protectiveness over you had amplified as he had sworn to himself and to you, that you would never be harmed again.

These were the times over the next few months where Eddie's feelings for you grew, just as yours did for him. You started to see Eddie everywhere; he would be coming from the opposite direction and you'd smile at each other, but then moments later he'd be on the other end of the corridor, slightly out of breath and greeting you like you hadn't just seen him. He was like a lost puppy, trying and failing to not let you catch onto him.

Once or twice, he'd come up to you and grab your face, almost smushing your cheeks together. No words would be said but the eye contact would be intimate, Eddie's dark eyes and gentle but firm, hot grip, not letting you turn your face away. There would be some kind of reassurance in his eyes and you would relax, though he wouldn't let you look around. The lengths of time he held you like this varied, but the same signal occurred every time. Dustin would pat Eddie's shoulder - Jason's gone - and the tension would melt out of his body, he'd blink, and in an instant go from serious back to his usual self.

The subject was only broached to you once more, as the school term was ending and Eddie's campaign was reaching a conclusion. Just a throwaway comment but to you, it kick-started your want to make Eddie aware of how grateful you were for and to him.

"Hey, uh, something else for the record," Eddie gestured right at you with a pretzel held like a guitar pick, "I would have noticed you missing, and I would have found you that day, I promise." He shoved the pretzel in his mouth, crunched down on it hard, and once again, his serious melted away as he nodded his goodbyes.

You remained at the table with Dustin and Mike after Eddie left to go secure a deal out by the benches, and slammed your head against the plastic table.

“Why can't I just – fucking – tell – him - “ Every word was punctuated with a bang against the table.

Dustin messily shoved his hand between your forehead and the table. “Holy shit!” He used his hold on your head to push it up so that he could look at you. “Stop doing that. Here, look,” Dustin leaned over with a glance at Mike, who just shrugged. “You gotta tell Eddie. This is the kinda thing he'd want to know.”

“But, Dustin - “ You pushed back against Dustin's hand, making as if to hit your head again, and then leaned fully back until the kid lowered his hand. You shot him a small smile, thank you. “It's Eddie. I can't tell him. What if he doesn't believe me or doesn't want to know what I want to tell him?”

“And... what – what do you want to tell him?” Mike folded his arms over his chest, his dark brows furrowed in confusion as he and Dustin glanced at each other. Dustin had always been the most emotionally mature of the kids in Hellfire, and the relationship he and Eddie had was very familial; Dustin was touchy-feely with Eddie and Eddie was the very same back. No one interacted with Eddie the way Dustin did, and vice versa.

You took a deep breath. “All of it?”

Dustin waved his hand in a movement very much like Eddie. “Lay it on us.”

“Like... what kind of pretzels does he like? Those soft doughy ones which you gotta hold in two hands or those small hard ones he has at lunch? What guitar riffs in which Metallica songs make his heart bleed? Which lyrics made him who he is today? What's his – what's his bedtime routine? Does he have a morning routine? Is he... what Iron Maiden songs does he like? Not like? What about Black Sabbath? What are his favourite songs? Would he choose Ozzy over Black Sabbath if he had to, or the other way around or would he rather die? Is there a fourth option in that ridiculous scenario? I want to know what temperature he likes his food, how he takes his coffee, I want to know what his favourite things about planning campaigns are... how does he get started? How does he know when it's done? What song did he listen to this morning? What was the last one he remembers last night? What tattoo design is his favourite? Which one hurt the most? Why did he put them there on his body and not somewhere else? I want to know Eddie inside out, back to front and all the other ways. Like, if he was the ocean, I'd want to dive in. Get lost in him, you know?”

“Uhh... You get really talkative when it involves Eddie.” You weren't sure if Mike ever didn't have his eyebrows raised and you shrugged, flowers blooming inside your chest as warmth spread through you. You smiled, felt your face getting hot, and felt yourself becoming shy as you looked out of the window towards the forest. You couldn't deny it, not just to yourself but to anyone who bothered to learn, but how could you ever bring yourself to tell Eddie? It would probably ruin everything the two of you had together, and you would rather have Eddie as your best friend than you would not have him at all, all because you couldn't keep your feelings to yourself. You had done so well to get this far, you didn't want to jeopardise it. You ignored the part of you which wondered if Eddie felt the same way. That wasn't a road you wanted to even think about going down. Not now, and if your fear got your way, maybe not ever.

“Holy shit,” Dustin breathed, “You love Eddie. Like, a lot. That's it, Y/N, you need to tell him. Eddie will want to know. He won't care how you tell him, just that you do.” Dustin waved his hand, as if to consider the deal done.

You were going to have to confess to Eddie. The thought terrified you, excited you, made you feel like you shouldn't have stolen some of Eddie's pretzels as your stomach churned. “But, Dustin - “

“No! Y/N, you don't know Eddie like I do. You gotta tell him. Eddie's always had it rough but this? This will be...” Dustin shook his head, “Why didn't I see this before? He would be upset if you didn't tell him. Pretty sure he feels the same way.”

“Wh-what?”

Mike shrugged, his dark eyes amused. “Don't see him holding anyone else's hand under the table, do you?”

Dustin giggled, and you were almost mystified.

The topic was dropped as the lunch bell rang to signal that classes were resuming, and you thought that that was it.

You should have known that Dustin wasn't the type of person to let things go. He wanted Eddie to know that he was loved, so much, by you, the one who had risked it all in the name of wanting a new friend. You and Eddie had always been drawn to each other, and Dustin wondered what Eddie would give him as a favour once he got together with you. Dustin would be owed big time for this. Dustin wanted Eddie to be happy and he wanted you to be happy, and so he got to scheming.

The next day, Dustin filled Mike in on his plans.

“Dude, who cares? Let them work it out thems - “

Dustin sighed, shaking his head at Mike's nonchalance. “Really? Do you really think Y/N's gonna tell Eddie anything? They're still so shy but they really get going when it involves Eddie. Just – follow my lead, all right? I'll get Eddie in the room, you get Y/N talking. Eddie will take the opening given to him – you know what he's like. He just needs a single word from Y/N and he'll take the lead.” Dustin saw that Mike was still sceptical, and he threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. “Look, just start talking. Ask Y/N about Eddie, boom, they'll do everything they need to and not even know about it. It'll come out easier and then they can quit pining over each other.”

Mike wasn't happy about going along with the plan, but if he didn't do it, then someone else would. And it was free entertainment, so what the hell?

The time until lunch for the boys dragged but then the bell rang and Dustin's plan was set into motion as he raced to Eddie's class - Mrs O'Donnell's. The two walked to the canteen together, exchanging pleasantries or a comfortable silence, before Dustin stopped Eddie at the door.

"How do you feel about Y/N?"

Eddie blinked in surprise once, twice, and his response came out in one long breath. He'd held onto his truth for too long. "I am... So totally into them, man, it's not even funny."

"It's just, Mike and I were talking to 'em and there's something they wanna tell you but they're shy about it so we were gonna - " Dustin made a vague gesture with his hands.

Eddie listened as Dustin filled him in. Intrigued, cautious, but willing to listen. "All right, man. I'll... Yeah." What else could he say to something so cryptic?

Dustin shot Mike a thumbs up from across the room and the darker haired teen rolled his eyes, dumped his backpack on the floor as he made his way over to the lunch line. Eddie and Dustin followed, making sure to stand within earshot but outside of your immediate line of sight.

Eddie only needed to hear you.

"So, uh," Mike caught Dustin's eyes over your shoulder, "do you... Wanna practice telling Eddie with me?"

You shook your head. "No, it's... I can't tell him. I won't."

Mike frowned. "Why?"

You smiled. "He's Eddie." It sounded like everything and nothing all at once, but it was the best explanation you had.

"Yeah, but," Mike poked around at his food. How did someone manage to burn sweetcorn? "You had so much to say yesterday. Tell me again what you wanna know? Maybe I can help you out. I've known him longer than you have."

Eddie had a look of concentration on his face, his dark eyes glued to your back. Dustin hid his smile behind a crooked knuckle, teeth gnawing at his skin. Come on, Y/N... Be brave for another five minutes. Eddie needs this and you do too.

You sighed. Everyone involved heard the wistful undertone. "I just - " You sighed again, frustrated that you couldn't just say it, but then it all flooded out of you, "I just want Eddie to know I love him. And - and if he was an ocean, then I'd want to dive in and get lost. I want to know, like, does he like doughy pretzels or the small crunchy ones? Which Black Sabbath songs are his favourite and does he prefer Ozzy as a solo artist or with Sabbath? How does he do his hair? How did he fix that chain to his jacket? What patches does he prefer - ones you sew, iron or glue? What's his favourite thing about being a Dungeon Master? Does he have a thing he doesn't like about D&D and if so, how does he work around it? Or does he do it anyway for the love of the whole? I just... I want to know Eddie so I can love him properly, the way I already do but in such a way that he can't possibly question it because it's right in front of him. But I couldn't tell him... it'd ruin everything. And it'd put pressure on him to say something back and then it could go wrong and I'd... just rather love from afar than try close up and get burned, you know? Eddie burns so hot. I said it to him when we met but... he's like the sun. He makes me feel warm, safe... he makes me feel like myself. I love him so much, Mike, I - "

Eddie couldn't take it anymore.

He stepped out from where he was hiding with the biggest, goofiest smile on his face, the apples of his cheeks heavily creased. The blush on his face was very obvious, and he tugged a thick lock of his dark hair over his mouth, hiding even as he said, "So, uh... do you - do you really mean that, Y/N?"

Mike may as well have thrown ice cold water all over you.

You froze, a deer in headlights. Still, you found it within you to nod. What would be the point of lying? Immediately, Dustin's plan became clear to you, and though you were grateful to him for doing what you had not the courage to do, you were scared. Of Eddie. Of what he would - or wouldn't - say, as the case may be. You felt sick, shot Dustin a look of 'what the fuck do I do?'

Once again, he had your back.

Dustin cleared his throat. "Take Y/N to the benches, Eddie. You can... talk." A tight smile, a sarcastic comment held back. He wanted to tease the two of you, but he remembered how he and Suzie had been initially, and so he refrained. This wasn't the time or the place. He could get Eddie for it later. But for right now... talking.

Eddie gave Dustin a look of brotherly pride. Fuck, he loved that little shrimp. Didn't know why all of the time, but Dustin shined in moments which required emotional maturity and intelligence. Mike could learn a lot from Dustin. He needed to. "Yeah, dude," Eddie nodded, shouldered his bag. His other hand reached out for yours, gave you a comforting squeeze. His fingers laced in yours was so familiar a sensation, physically and emotionally, that it relaxed you even in this situation. The effect he had on you was insurmountable.

And now he knew.

Shit, shit, shit.

"C'mon, sweetheart, let's go somewhere where it's just us. We'll be safe there."

You would follow Eddie anywhere, so with cheeks burning, eyes on the floor, you did as he directed. You felt safety in the way Eddie was taking the lead, in the way this situation had been orchestrated. You had wanted to tell him so badly but you hadn't had it in you, so your friends had helped you yet again. Already, you were devising ways in which you could thank them.

In forever but also no time at all, Eddie had you at the bench where he did his deals; you sat, knees bouncing and looking everywhere but Eddie, and he let his hand slip out of yours. You flexed your fingers, palm cold, empty, and you took your own hand. The feeling wasn't anything near what it felt like to hold Eddie's hand, but it was good enough a method to ground you. Keep you brave.

"Y/N, hey," Eddie's voice was soft, almost a hush, as if he was afraid to disturb the moment, to disturb you. "Look at me, please? You don't, uh - you don't have to speak. Just look."

You dared - you dared - to do as Eddie asked, and the breath left you all at once. Fuck, you had never seen his eyes so dark, so intense. He was looking into you and he laid his hands on the bench, palms up, fingers rubbing against themselves. You copied him and Eddie smiled as he read you like a book, once more locking your fingers with his own and squeezing in comfort, reassurance.

"So, I, uh - " Eddie chuckled awkwardly, looked away and into the trees, "How - how much of that did you mean?" The fact that he was asking you the same question twice in two different ways spoke of the real untold truths about his self-opinion and worth. It made your heart ache and then it was your turn to squeeze his hand in comfort.

"All of it." Fuck it, you were diving in headfirst. The first step was always the worst, the scariest, and you were over that hurdle now. Dustin had practically shoved you across the obstacle and left you to find your footing, but Eddie had been there on the other side, hand outstretched, ready to meet you halfway. Where he found you.

Silence fell, you and Eddie toying with each other's fingers and exchanging small awkward smiles.

Suddenly, Eddie flung himself backwards off the bench, making you gasp and jump up, an incredulous laugh on your lips at the awkward, endearing way he sat himself up, golden leaves all in his hair and dirt across his shirt. He dusted himself down, smirking; a way to lighten the mood, defuse the tension. He was so good at getting you to relax, at getting you to listen to yourself, and he didn't have to do anything other than to be himself... and wasn't that what you had always been drawn to, what you had always loved about him?

"I like smaller pretzels, for the record. Uhh, can't choose between Ozzy solo and Sabbath, I'd rather cut my hair to a buzzcut again instead of choosing between them and you know I love my hair," Eddie was pacing, listing off things he could remember from your speech in the canteen, "my routines for the morning and night are that there are no routines, I wing it. Just like I'm doing now." A beat and then, "what song were you listening to that day in the canteen, when you came over to Hellfire?"

You didn't have to think about it, your chest tight as you finally got some answers to your burning questions. But the more curiosity Eddie sated, the more you had, and you wanted to just get inside Eddie's mind, to become one with him so every part of him was with every part of you, and you could have every truth within him all at the same time. So you'd never be away from him. "Sabbath's War Pigs."

Eddie gave you an appreciative look, surprise etched across his face, and you grinned at each other, both of you finding your normal footing again. He was Eddie and you were Y/N; at your cores, you would always be these people. Best friends and lovers; the ultimate combination.

"Eddie, I... there was something I didn't share that day." You paused, asking for permission to elaborate. Eddie made a show of getting comfortable, resting his chin on his hand and gazing at you. He had all the time in the world for you, with you. He wanted to seize every second. "I was always the odd one out. The freak." Your eyes burned with tears; you didn't fight them. This was all too much and yet, not enough. "I had my music and my books to get me through the days, of all those things you know happened to me, but I always looked for someone like you, Eddie. Someone to protect me, to help me help myself. I'm not so good at that." You smiled sadly. "I never found you."

Fingers darted across the table, slipped between your own and squeezed hard.

"I'm here now, sweetheart."

"Yeah," you dashed tears from your eyes with your other hand, "you are." You couldn't speak anymore. Eddie had taken you to the point where words had run dry and all you could do was feel. "Things are better with you. You're my best friend and I'm so scared you're - "

Eddie tilted his head, eyes sharp. Considering. All at once, he realised he hadn't told you his own feelings and his eyes widened almost comically large as he sought to rectify the situation. "No, I, uh," he chuckled, "I feel the same as you, Y/N." At your look of doubt, he insisted, "no, really. Jesus, the moment I saw you sitting at the table on your own, I knew you were someone special. Did I know how special? No!" He scoffed, "Fuck no! But I knew. That's gotta mean something, Y/N. You're safe here with me, I promise you, and I don't just mean here," he patted the bench for emphasis, "I mean here, too." He leaned over and rested his hand in the air just above where your heart would be; grazing your shirt but not touching you.

Eddie had never needed physical touch to be able to reach your soul.

You both had music in common, and that gave him an olive branch to extend to you. "Listen, I - " he scratched the back of his neck, all bravado gone, "Do you maybe wanna come back to my castle and I'll play some stuff for you? You've never heard me before and I wanna share - " Eddie looked away, the apples of his cheeks giving away the wide grin he was trying to hide from you, " - that stuff with you, so."

You nodded, heat spreading across the inside of your forehead, your stomach swirling, "I'd love to! On one condition." Your smile was building in tandem with Eddie's anticipation, his eyebrows raised in question, "Take me to your next show? I hear Corroded Coffin is the hottest band in town."

Eddie's grin couldn't be contained or restrained; it took over his whole face. You giggled in the face of his happiness and felt it brewing in you, too. The both of you had always been drawn to each other, but neither of you could ever have expected this. In a flash, Eddie was up and out of his seat, around the bench, and throwing his arms around you in a tight bear hug.

"You are something else, Y/N!"

You would have said the same about Eddie, if he hadn't squeezed you so hard that he stole the breath from your lungs.

Oh, well. There was always time.

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IM CRYING THIS IS SO ADORABLE AND BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN. I LOVE IT S’MUCH😭💕✨

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Imma need someone to make me a body pillow of him I’m BEGGING💳 💥💳💥💳💥

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He gives me mixed emotions.

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I am in love with your art style 🤧✨

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I’m so excited to share my first custom design for you! I’m not sure if anyone has done this yet, but I hope you all like it just as much as I do! I couldn’t write “59” on the jacket as I hoped I would, but I really enjoyed making it! 🥺

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I made an icon for those who would like to use it. And I decided to colour it because I was bored 😂 I love how it came out thou, it’s been a while since I’ve done this 🥺 I hope you like it!

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I REALLY felt this

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