every little thing | e.m. x fem!reader
part one ⟢
in which eddie munson wants something he can’t have
cw: 18+ mdni, eventual smut, light angst, pining, mention of eddie’s past hook-ups, bullying, controlling friends, reference to m!masturbation and various other sex acts, eddie is a desperate man driven to pervy behavior, shitty fathers, girly!reader, eventual exploration of various kinks, forbidden love, opposites attract, eddie + reader are both in their 20s, eddie’s pov (words: 4.5k)
a/n: this is a series about eddie falling hopelessly in love with the sweetest girl in town who also just so happens to be totally off-limits
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“To love is to suffer, and there can be no love otherwise”
When Wayne Munson had announced that he and his lady friend were getting married after only a few short months of dating, Eddie had been surprised by the news but genuinely thrilled for his uncle. After making countless sacrifices over the years and working his fingers to the bone at the plant to keep a roof over both their heads, of all people, Wayne deserved to be happy.
Susan was a nice divorcée in her late fifties whom Wayne had met after their mutual friend Claudia Henderson had taken it upon herself to play matchmaker for the quiet duo. All they had needed was a little push to ignite the spark—one magical night playing bridge together at the Hawkins Community Center and it had been love at first sight.
Susan owned a small three-bedroom house in town and since Wayne was planning to move in with her after the wedding, Eddie made the decision to buy the trailer from his uncle and keep on living in Forest Hills.
After finally graduating from high school, Eddie had taken a job as an apprentice mechanic at one of the better garages in town and had been saving up a little nest egg for a place of his own someday. Funds were still kind of tight, but he’d been excited at the prospect of living alone after so many years of sharing the small trailer; two grown men cohabiting in such close quarters hadn’t left a lot of room for privacy—or room in general.
But only a few weeks after Wayne had moved out, a burst pipe put a serious damper on Eddie’s bachelor pad plans—literally. Left unchecked for hours while he was at work, the gushing stream of water had caused extensive damage to the trailer and left very little that could be remediated.
Thankfully, Eddie had been able to rescue his most prized possessions before they were destroyed in the resulting flood, including the last few remaining photographs of his mother and his beloved collection of guitars. But with the trailer a total write-off, the unexpected disaster had left him very short on funds and with nowhere else to go.
Susan and Wayne were super supportive during the ordeal, graciously offering to let him stay with them for as long as needed. They assured him it was no trouble at all and that their spare bedroom was as good as his until he could find another place to live and get back on his feet.
As much as Eddie had hated to impose on the newlyweds’ kindness, he’d taken them up on their generous offer without hesitation and quickly settled into his new surroundings. A cozy furnished room in town, free rent and hot meals served every day with a smile? It seemed almost too good to be true.
But like all things that seem perfect at first, it didn’t take long before he discovered the downside to his living arrangement. Namely, Susan’s daughter Mandy—former co-captain of Hawkins High’s cheerleading squad and Eddie Munson’s number one hater.
Back in high school Eddie and the jocks had never really seen eye to eye, their outlooks incompatible because they came from such different worlds. As a pillar of the cheerleading community, Mandy had been a key figure in that popular, sporty crowd, aka the nasty crew who’d always had it out for Eddie and his little band of misfits, labeling the Hellfire Club members devil worshipers and freaks. Suffice to say there had been no love lost between Eddie and his new step-sibling back then—and in the present day not much had changed.
During much of Wayne and Susan’s short courtship, Eddie and Mandy had managed to avoid each other as best they could, aside from a few awkward family get-togethers during which they had both politely pretended the other didn’t exist.
On Wayne and Susan’s wedding day they’d played nice in front of the cameras and other guests, Mandy’s act so convincing at times that Eddie had started to wonder if maybe she was softening up a bit to the idea of him becoming part of her family. When she had willingly wrapped her arm around his shoulders for a group photo and barely grimaced, he’d even let himself imagine that maybe she didn’t actually despise him after all.
But if Mandy hadn’t totally hated him then, she sure did when he showed up on her mother’s front step a few weeks later, bags and guitar cases in tow, invading her home like an unwanted pest.
Things were pretty tense around the house.
She didn’t bother trying to conceal her distaste for the intruding metalhead, scoffing not-quite-under her breath at every word he said and rolling her eyes whenever he dared to make a joke. She was unnecessarily petty—purposefully using up all of the hot water by taking extravagantly long showers on mornings when she knew Eddie was trying to get ready for work. Then there was the issue of her throwing his D&D books in the trash several times then pretending as if she had no idea what they were while she watched him fish them out with a smug smile on her face.
“Sorry, thought they were garbage,” she’d snarled, narrowing her eyes and dragging out the last word with a nasty inflection that revealed her actual intent.
But if it was true that opposites attract, then every bit of darkness and poison that resided in the depths of Mandy’s soul was destined to be counteracted and soothed by your presence as her best friend.
Pretty in pink and smelling of soft summer rain, your laugh was reminiscent of an angel who’d only just recently discovered all the myriad wonders of heaven. Your pretty eyes shimmered like precious jewels that hid a multitude of secrets, your skin so velvety soft and smooth that Eddie couldn’t help but spend an inordinate amount of his time imagining how it might feel under the weight of his palm or stroked by the tips of his fingers.
But good girls like you didn’t get touched by guys like Eddie Munson.
Girls like you wore fashionable clothing and dated respectable, well-to-do guys—the boring ones from good family names who drove shiny Beamers and slicked back their hair.
He didn’t have a chance.
Eddie wasn’t a virgin anymore, he’d hooked up with a couple girls back when he was in his third and final senior year of high school, but he’d never been a boyfriend to anyone before. He’d just never been the type of guy who girls wanted to fall in love with or claim as their own, which didn’t really bother him…most of the time. But when really he thought about it, he could admit it was kind of funny that he’d had his dick inside someone else, however briefly, but no one had ever wanted to hold his hand.
His memories of the act itself were hazy, just a lot of clumsy stumbling half-in and out of clothing and maybe four or five pumps tops before he came, chest and cheeks burning with the searing shame of it all ending much too fast.
He was pretty sure things would be different with you if he ever got the chance—which he knew he wouldn’t.
He wouldn’t.
But still, if he did, it wouldn’t be like it was with those other girls.
For one, he wanted to be your boyfriend. To bring you flowers, hold your hand and whisper sweet nothings in your ear to make you smile. He didn’t have any experience with love or relationship stuff but he was pretty sure that he could make you happy if he gave it a try.
He’d jerked off to the thought of fucking you so many times and in so many different ways that he practically had it down to an art—usually didn’t even make it all the way to the sex part of his fantasy before he was spilling into his hand at just the thought of touching your pussy.
He knew you’d be so wet and tight. Regularly edged himself to the point of tears just thinking about watching you come undone on his hand.
He didn’t really like to dwell on the topic, but he sometimes wondered if you’d ever gone all the way with anyone or if you were still a virgin. Always felt that hot rush of blood scorching through his veins at the thought of the other men who might have touched you—which wasn’t really fair since he’d touched other people too even though he really wished he hadn’t. Wished he had saved himself so he could dedicate his virgin cock as an eternal sacrifice at the altar of your pussy…not to be dramatic.
You always laughed at all of his jokes.
He wasn’t used to being around pretty girls who thought he was funny and didn’t look at him like he was some kind of radioactive creature who had just crawled out of a swamp in search of delicious brains.
Instead, you looked at him like you knew a secret you were dying to tell. It was captivating.
You were sweeter than anyone he’d had ever met, exuding a softness he had never known in his rough and tumble life. You were the type of girl who dotted her “i’s” with little hearts and smelled like cherry lip gloss and spun sugar—the kind of girl he’d never thought he’d ever want, but he craved you like a sailor craves the dawn.
Of course, that was complicated by Mandy.
It didn’t make sense to him that someone as kind and gentle as you had somehow ended up being best friends with a heinous beast like her. From what he’d seen of the two of you together, she didn’t seem to treat you very well. He didn’t like the way she was always bossing you around like you were her beneath her or how she talked down to you—why you would put up with her was a total mystery to him.
Mandy had informed Eddie many times that he was never to speak to you or she’d get him kicked out on the street, but when you were visiting or having one of your frequent sleepovers, she couldn’t watch over you every second. When she disappeared to use the washroom or went upstairs to find something in her room, those were the openings Eddie waited for, and he took advantage of each and every one.
Like during your visit that very afternoon—he was sitting on the couch playing Nintendo while you and Mandy gossiped about your instructors at the college and how you suspected one of them was sleeping with his students in exchange for better grades. Eddie was only half-listening to the scandalous rumors while he focused on Zelda, but he was tuned into the sound of your voice the entire time on the off chance you might speak to him.
When Mandy checked her watch and saw that it was getting late, she excused herself to go get changed because her boyfriend Troy would be arriving soon to take her out to dinner. You opted to stay where you were, telling her that your mother was going to pick you up and would likely be there any minute.
“I thought she’d never leave,” Eddie joked as soon as Mandy exited the room. You remained quiet, only giving him a weak half-smile.
He kept glancing sideways at where you were sitting on the other end of the long couch, legs crossed in your skirt, the soft material riding up your thighs. He wondered what color panties you were wearing.
Probably pink to match your skirt.
As a result of his distraction he kept messing up in his video game, but if you noticed you didn’t say anything.
“Cat got your tongue?” he joked, in sly reference to your sweater, as he nodded his messy head in your direction. Your brows drew together in confusion for a moment before you looked down at the embroidered black cat over your left breast then giggled, covering your mouth with your hand for a second to hide your smile.
Recovering after a few seconds, you licked your lips, plush and glossy and perfect. “No, it’s just—she said I’m not supposed to talk to you.”
“Do you like having her tell you what to do?” he asked simply without looking up from his game.
“No,” you whispered as if you were struggling with an inner demon who was winning. “I just don’t want her to be mad. She’s my best friend…and when she’s mad she can be kind of scary.”
He hummed then nodded thoughtfully.
“We can talk when she’s not around. She can’t get mad if she doesn’t know,” he suggested, tilting his head to give you a shy grin. “I like talking to you.”
Feeling his cheeks start to burn, he looked back at the screen. But it was true, he loved your little secret chats when you told him tidbits about yourself that he gathered like a scavenging crow searching for shiny treasures, tucking them away in his mind’s eye for future use. He was greedy for each piece of knowledge you gave him, every morsel of you that he could tease out during those stolen moments when Mandy left you alone and he was able to bask in your presence.
Just then Mandy returned and the mood in the room shifted in an instant. She sounded irritated when she addressed you, hand perched with impatience on her hip. “Troy’s outside waiting—I’ve got to go. I thought you said your mom was picking you up.”
“She’s supposed to be here by now.” You shrugged, eyes shifting away to avoid hers. “Maybe she got held up at work? It’s ok, you can go. I’ll just wait here.”
Mandy hesitated then nodded, narrowing her eyes at Eddie one last time before leaving as if in a final warning for him to stay away from you.
Once she was gone, you sat in silence watching Eddie play his game for a few minutes before you dared to speak.
“I don’t think my mom is coming. Is it okay if I use your phone to call a cab?”
The idea that you would spend your money for a drive home when he was sitting right there with a perfectly good van parked outside nearly rocked him to his core.
“I’ll take you home,” he said with finality. It wasn’t a question. He had no intention of letting you drive with anyone else.
“Are you sure?” you asked, hope peeking through your voice as if a ride home from him was exactly what you had desired all along. “I don’t want to be a bother.”
“You never bother me,” he was quick to add while shooting you a furtive grin.
And, fuck, he wished he could tell you how he really felt. How you’re never a bother or a pain. How, if you were his girl, he’d make sure you were never left anywhere stranded and alone.
It wouldn’t matter if it was day or night. Rain or shine. All you’d have to do is ask and he’d be there, moving the moon and the stars and the heavens above to give you what you want.
Eddie grabbed onto your hand as he helped you step up into the passenger side of the van, not because he thought you were helpless but because he was a gentleman at heart and he wanted an excuse to touch you. It was as simple as that.
Once you were settled he ran around to the driver’s side and hopped in, the chains on his leather jacket clinking as he moved. After buckling yourself in, you giggled when he turned on the van and “Breaking the Law” by Judas Priest blasted from the speakers.
“This song has such a funny music video.”
He didn’t say anything back, just smiled and nodded, but in that moment he was pretty sure he could have loved you forever if you’d asked him to.
“So where are we going?” he asked, pretending he didn’t know the exact location and travel time right down to the minute that it took to get to your front door. He’d made the trip countless times when he was on his way somewhere else, taking the extra long loop through town just to drive by your house and look up at your bedroom window glowing from outside.
He didn’t know for sure that it was yours, but it was a window with pink ruffled curtains on the second floor, facing the street, and you seemed like the kind of girl who would have a pretty pink bedroom—the type of thing he admittedly used to mock but now played as the background in most of his fantasies.
“Well…” You twisted your hands in your lap. “I need to stop at the pharmacy on the way home if you don’t mind. It’s close to my house, so you can drop me off there and I’ll walk the rest of the way.”
Eddie nodded as he backed out of the driveway. He had no intention of leaving you behind at the store, but he didn’t bother arguing about it. He would deal with that later when the time came.
“Wait there,” Eddie ordered as soon as he pulled into a spot off the street just down from the pharmacy. Then he shut off the van and got out, rushing around to the passenger side to open your door.
“You’re coming too?” you asked, sounding surprised as he took your hand to help you out of the van.
“Yeah, if that’s okay with you,” he answered with a shrug, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’m not doing anything else.”
Once inside the pharmacy, he followed close behind as you led him toward the back of the store. When he finally asked what you were buying, you answered matter-of-factly, “I’m out of tampons and I think my period might be starting soon.”
You led him to the row labeled ‘feminine hygiene’ and he stared at the array of colorful packages as you bit your lip debating which ones to buy. Finally you grabbed a box of tampons and turned to head to the checkout, gesturing for him to follow, your little skirt flouncing around your thighs as you walked.
A lot of guys might have acted immature or been embarrassed shopping for that sort of thing, but being with you while you made your purchase made Eddie feel oddly content. He imagined this must be what it would like to be a real life boyfriend, supporting his girlfriend on her shopping trips for period-related products like it was no big deal.
‘My girlfriend’s tampons’ had a pretty nice ring to it in his opinion.
When you walked out of the store clutching your plastic shopping bag it started to rain so he took off his jacket and draped it over your head and shoulders while you walked together back to the van.
When he opened your door, you scrambled inside out of the rain, pulling your head free of his jacket but leaving it draped over your shoulders for the short ride home. He didn’t ask for it back, hoping the longer you kept it, the more it would become infused with your perfume.
He left the radio off during the drive so that the only sound inside the van came from fat raindrops spattering on the windshield and the whoosh of the wipers as they pushed them away.
“Do you think birds get sad when it rains because they can’t fly?” you asked while looking out your window.
He thought for a second before answering. “Um, maybe? I’m not sure, but that’s a good question. Probably?”
The van was silent for a moment.
“I like you, Eddie.” Your voice was quiet but it stirred him to his soul.
He tried to remain calm. “Yeah?”
When he glanced over at the passenger seat, he saw you nod before you to continued to speak, deliberate and slow. “I like how you’re so nice and never talk to me like I’m dumb. I know I’m not as smart as Mandy, but it really bugs me sometimes.”
“I think you’re so smart,” he assured you, and you smiled then looked down at your hands like you didn’t believe him.
He was beyond frustrated by the thought that your horrid monster of a best friend had managed to make you feel like you were anything less than perfection.
“I mean, fuck.” He looked over at you as he drove on, fuming. “Just—don’t listen to Mandy, ok? Christ, she’s such a bitch.”
A short while later he pulled into your driveway after pretending he didn’t know where to go and letting you direct him to your very familiar yard. The rain started to pour down harder just as he put the van in park, so you decided to wait a few minutes before getting out to see if it let up.
“Nice place,” he said, acting like he’d never seen it before. He wished he could follow you inside and help dry you off, make you a cup of hot tea to warm your bones and take care of you in that room with those ruffly pink curtains.
“Is that your bedroom up there?” he asked, pointing to it with a grin.
“Yeah.” You nodded. It had a big tree outside with thick twisted limbs that reach and stretch below the eaves and Eddie started to ponder his climbing skills.
“It’s just me and my mom here now. I’m staying with her during college so I can help out now that dad’s gone.”
“Oh, sorry.” Eddie really meant it. He knew what it was like to try and fill in for a father who wasn’t around.
“No, it’s ok,” you rushed out, rejecting his sympathy with a quick shake of your head. “It’s probably better that he’s not here...”
Your voice trailed off and you looked down. He squeezed his hands on the steering wheel, feeling utterly helpless.
“Shitty dad club member myself.” He gave you a weak smile of commiseration. “That’s how I ended up living with Wayne.”
“Yeah?” You asked, a little misty-eyed as you look up at his face.
He nodded with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Certified founding member of the Hawkins chapter.”
You gave him the grace of a sad little laugh that made his chest soar but ache at the very same time. With your eyes all wide and dewy, he thought they were even prettier than usual…if that was even possible.
“It looks like the rain is letting up, I should go,” you said. Then before he could prepare, you leaned across the console to press a soft kiss to his cheek right above his dimple. In the moment he froze, feeling like his heart might explode, not moving for fear of combusting on the spot.
When you pulled back to look into his eyes, he assumed you were about to get out and leave but to his surprise you leaned in and did it again, another quick peck to the same spot but a little lower and you didn’t move away quite as quickly as before. Your mouths were so close that all it would taken was a slight tilt of his head and his lips would have been on yours—but he didn’t dare.
Greedy as he was to have every piece of you to taste and ruin, he would only take what you were willing to give—two sweet kisses that he’d treasure until he could have the rest.
When you finally parted, your eyes were still closed, lashes so long and pretty when they fluttered open.
“Thanks for being my hero today,” you whispered under your breath before you turned to get out of the van.
Eddie silently watched your retreat, shoulders still draped in his leather as you rushed towards your front door through the lingering light rain. If he knew anything about you and your sweet disposition, you were going to feel really bad about stealing his jacket as soon as you got inside the house and realized you still had it on.
And just as he suspected, he hardly had time to kick off his sneakers after arriving back home before you were calling to let him know you had his jacket. You were so apologetic that he had to reassure you a few times that he didn’t mind.
“Nah, it’s okay,” he soothed, keeping his voice nice and low, hoping the warm rumble would assuage your guilt. “I can get it back from you another time. It’s no big deal.”
“How about tomorrow?” you suggested. “I get off work around four. I can stop by?”
He was about to agree when you continued speaking, your next words causing his heart to speed up its rhythm in his chest.
“Mandy’s working till six, so the coast should be clear for a little while.”
“Clear for what?” he teased smiling into the receiver, a finger and thumb playing with the button on his jeans, tickling the fuzzy hair under his navel. Not touching any part of himself—not yet. That was for later when he was alone with his thoughts and not standing in his uncle’s kitchen. Still, he would have be lying if he said he didn’t feel his cock twitch under the denim at your coy answer.
“Well…for whatever you want, Eddie.”
“Oh.” He chuckled, flustered beyond his ability to form a coherent thought. “That’s—uh, yeah. Okay.”
Whatever you want.
He wanted to touch you. Make your pussy so wet that you’d soak his thick fingers. Bury his face between your soft thighs and lap at your dripping cunt like a man who was dying of thirst. Is that what you meant? Whatever he wanted?
Cause he wanted to see you on your back, a pretty ring of cream on his cock while he fucked you deep and slow, flipping up your little pink skirt so he could watch while he ruined you.
Would that be too much to ask?
All his horny thoughts were rushing, tumbling together in his head. His brain nearly short-circuiting as he mumbled out an excuse to get off the phone, afraid he’d say something to embarrass himself.
How he made it up the staircase to his bedroom in one piece after hanging up would forever remain a mystery in his mind. He felt like he was floating, feet not quite touching the ground until his knees hit the edge of his bed and he flopped down onto his back with an earth-shattering sigh.
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, unable to move, staring at the ceiling and listening to his heartbeat pound in his ears while he replayed your kiss in the van and every precious word of your conversation over and over in his head.
Whatever you want.
You were going to be his soon. He could feel it. He was so close he could almost taste it, victory sweet as the finest sugar on his tongue. Even though life had always managed to knock him down, dealing him one losing hand after another, this time he knew he was finally going to win.
Because now that he’d met you, his luck was going to change. He was finally going to come out on top and get the girl of his dreams and live happily ever after with you by his side.
Because really, that’s all he’d ever wanted.
dividers by @//strangergraphics
a/n: this is not a slow burn because there’s going to be a lot of smut along the way, but we are going to edge the hell out of poor eddie for a while :)
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