Scotty Doesn't Know - Eddie Munson x Reader MDNI
This story takes place in a post-Season 4 Fix-It AU where everyone survived and the Upside Down is no longer an active threat. Eddie is alive, Corroded Coffin is still playing local gigs, Robin and Steve work at Family Video, and the biggest dangers now are bad hair days and questionable life choices.
WARNING - drug use, cheating (reader emotionally moved on before breakup, but overlap is present), Eddie is a SIMP, language, sexual tension (kissing, straddling, suggestive dialogue, Eddie being completely whipped), humor (chaotic, sometimes inappropriate jokes), mild alcohol reference (party scene), shenanigans in questionable locations, light angst
When Eddie Munson falls headfirst for you - the gorgeous girl who used to date a walking polo shirt named Scotty - he can’t keep it to himself. Not when you’re sneaking into his shows, kissing him breathless in his van, and making him feel like the luckiest guy alive. He’s gotta tell someone.
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Family Video had hit that point where it felt like time itself had slowed down. The neon sign flickered lazily, almost as if it was just as bored as Robin and Steve behind the counter. Steve was stacking VHS tapes into what could only be described as a “tower of chaos,” a growing monument to his own frustration, while Robin, equally disinterested, doodled faces on the “Be Kind Rewind” signs.
Then the door slammed open with the kind of force that sent a jolt of panic through both of them.
And there he was: Eddie Munson.
He looked like he’d just escaped from some kind of wild chase. His wild curls bounced with every step as he strode into the shop like a hurricane, wearing that mischievous grin that could make anyone second-guess their life choices.
Robin froze, marker mid-air.
Steve almost knocked over his stupid tower of tapes.
Eddie slammed both hands down onto the counter, practically vibrating with pent-up excitement. “I can’t keep it to myself anymore!” he shouted, wide-eyed. “I’m gonna combust. Right here. Boom. Guts everywhere. You two are gonna have to explain it to the cops.”
Robin blinked, her eyebrows knitting in confusion. “Is this about the fireworks in the mailbox again?”
“That was one time,” Eddie shot back, waving his hand dismissively, clearly unbothered by his past antics. “No, this is bigger. Biblical. You might wanna sit down.”
Steve sighed heavily and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms with a knowing look. “This better be good, Munson.”
Eddie looked around theatrically, like he was about to drop a state secret, checking for government spies. Then he leaned in, voice dropping low. “I’m doing something criminally stupid,” he whispered with gleaming eyes. “And it’s glorious.”
Robin narrowed her eyes. “Eddie, if you robbed a gas station again, I’m not bailing you out.”
“I didn’t do something illegal,” Eddie said with a grin that was more nervous than confident. “I’m doing someone illegal.”
There was a long beat of silence as both Robin and Steve processed that.
Steve squinted at him. “Is… is that even a thing?”
“It is when she’s got a boyfriend,” Eddie said smugly, like he’d just unlocked the secret to the universe.
Robin grimaced. “Ew.”
“Her name’s (Y/N),” Eddie said dreamily. “And technically, her boyfriend’s this guy named Scotty. Plays soccer. Wears polos. Thinks Bon Jovi is ‘heavy metal.’”
Robin made a face of utter disgust.
Steve muttered under his breath, “Sounds like a douche.”
“And the best part is…” Eddie grinned widely, clearly reveling in the drama. “Scotty doesn’t know.”
He slammed his hand down on the counter with exaggerated flair.
Robin and Steve exchanged a look that said everything. They were used to Eddie’s antics, but this? This felt different.
The van’s door creaked open with a groan, the midday sun slicing through the haze inside. The air was thick with heat and the smell of leather seats baking in the sun, mixed with the faint trace of weed Eddie had smoked hours ago and the lingering sharpness of his cheap cologne - the kind you could buy at Bradley’s Pharmacy for five bucks. But to you, it was intoxicating.
You climbed in, letting the heavy door slam shut behind you.
The moment the latch clicked, you tossed your bag into the passenger seat, then turned to face him. Your eyes gleamed with mischief.
Eddie was lounging in the driver’s seat, his messy hair falling into his eyes, legs spread out as though he owned the entire van (which he totally did). He didn’t look up immediately, but his grin was already widening when he finally did - lazy and pleased, like a cat watching its prey get closer.
“You look suspicious,” he said, voice rough with amusement, an eyebrow lifting in teasing challenge.
You leaned toward him without a word, crawling over the center console, your knee bumping into his side as you climbed into his lap.
“Scotty thinks I’m at church,” you whispered against his ear, your voice dripping with faux innocence. “Praying for forgiveness.”
Eddie barked a laugh, his hands immediately settling on your hips like it was second nature.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and reverent, “You’re going straight to hell.”
You tilted your head, your smirk turning dangerous. “Only if you’re coming with me.”
And before he could answer, his mouth was on yours. It was messy, all teeth and heat and need, as though he couldn’t wait another second.
You gripped the front of his Hellfire Club shirt, yanking him closer until you could feel the frantic beat of his heart against his chest.
The gear shift jabbed into your thigh, but you didn’t care. You shifted your position, straddling him properly, knees bracketing his hips, your dress riding dangerously high.
Eddie groaned into your mouth, fingers digging into your hips, and whispered against your lips. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
You smiled wickedly. “Promise?”
You kissed him again, rougher this time, laughter muffled against his lips as he cursed under his breath - hands everywhere, too greedy to be careful.
The windows began to fog over, blurring the parking lot beyond into nothing but a wash of colors. Inside, it was all heat and skin, whispered curses, and the way Eddie’s breath hitched every time your hands wandered lower.
The church bells from downtown chimed in the distance - sweet and pure, completely at odds with the wicked, slow roll of Eddie’s hips underneath you.
It was messy. Reckless. Addictive.
Exactly how you liked it.
Eddie slumped dramatically onto the counter, his arms flopping lifelessly onto the edge. He was halfway between exhaustion and elation, like he’d just run a marathon but couldn’t quite let go of the high.
Robin was still trying to suppress her laughter, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re whipped, dude,” she gasped between chuckles, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Steve, equally entertained but a little more concerned, leaned over the counter. “Bro, your face is so red. I don’t think I’ve seen you this flustered since… since the whole ‘seducing a dragon in D&D’ fiasco.”
Eddie growled in frustration, burying his face in his hands for a moment. “It’s not funny,” he muttered, but his voice held a distinct edge of pleasure. “She’s gonna ruin me. She’s like… like a goddamn hurricane.”
Robin raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the show. “And you’re what? Some innocent choir boy?”
Eddie flipped her off, but there was no malice in it - only exhaustion. “You don’t get it,” he sighed dramatically. “She’s… she’s like the devil in lipstick, okay? With an entire toolbox full of chaos.”
Steve just shook his head, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “It sounds to me like you’re the one in over your head.”
Eddie glared at him, still a little defensively, but his bravado was wearing thin. He just couldn’t help it; he liked this. He liked the chaos. “I don’t know, man. She could ask me to rob a damn bank, and I’d do it.”
Robin stared at him, eyes wide with mock horror. “Wait… really?”
Eddie didn’t even hesitate. “Two banks. Three if she wore that skirt again.”
He immediately regretted it. The smugness of the confession hung in the air like an awkward fog, and Eddie found himself wishing he could crawl under the counter. But there was no escaping it. His words had come out before he could stop them, and now he had to live with the ridiculousness of it all.
The lights were dim at The Hideout, the kind of place where the sticky floors and neon signs flickered overhead like a forgotten memory. Corroded Coffin’s set was already in full swing, Eddie shredding his guitar like his life depended on it. The crowd was a mix of strangers, drunk and lost in the music, but Eddie’s eyes were locked on one person.
You.
You were standing at the back, arms crossed, watching him with that smirk of yours, the one that made his heart skip every damn time.
And then, just like that, you moved. With the grace of a cat and the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she was doing, you slid to the front of the crowd.
The way you bent down to tie your boot - slow and deliberate, like a show just for him - was enough to make Eddie miss half of his solo. His fingers fumbled on the strings, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was how you looked, how you moved.
And when you finally stood up, grinning at him like a predator, his breath hitched in his chest.
“I am going to hell and it’s gonna be awesome,” Eddie muttered under his breath, watching you intently.
You winked at him, and his heart almost stopped. The crowd around him roared, but none of it mattered. You were the only one in the room.
After the set, Eddie found you backstage, breathless and glowing. Your eyes sparkled like you were in on a secret that only the two of you shared.
You leaned in close, your lips brushing the edge of his ear as you whispered something that made Eddie stagger back, crashing into a nearby drum kit in the process. You giggled, a sound that made his knees go weak.
He barely register the noise of cymbals and drums around him. All he could think about was the burning heat of your breath, your words, and the way you’d left him wanting more.
And then, like a phantom, you disappeared into the crowd before he could reach you.
And all he could think was, “God, I’m so screwed.”
Eddie was far past the point of being embarrassed. He’d accepted that he was deep in the hole. He didn’t need Robin and Steve teasing anymore; it was a fact. He was in deep with you - and there was no turning back now.
The grin on his face was crooked and almost painful, like he couldn’t decide whether he should be excited or terrified. “Yeah, so that happened,” he muttered, dragging a hand over his face. “That whole… show and top thing. That was pretty… intense.”
Robin looked like she might burst out laughing again, but she managed to keep it together. Just barely. “Dude,” she said, shaking her head, “you’re so whipped. I can practically hear you falling head over heels every time you talk about her.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, exasperated but secretly pleased with the attention. “Okay, okay, maybe I’m a little… into her,” he admitted, but his tone was defensive, like he was still trying to keep some of his cool. “But it’s not just that. It’s everything about her. She’s like… like fire, y’know? And I’m just some idiot trying not to get burned.”
Steve leaned in, quirking an eyebrow as if weighing his next words carefully. “You ever think maybe it’s not just about sneaking around, man? Maybe she’s not hiding you. Maybe you’re not her dirty little secret. Maybe you’re the one she actually wants.”
Eddie froze. The thought hit him like a ton of bricks.
You… wanted him?
Not just for the thrill of the forbidden. Not just because you were both caught up in something wild.
But him.
He swallowed hard, staring blankly at Steve for a moment. Was it possible? Could it be true?
Before Eddie could answer, Robin cut in, dragging him back to reality with a smirk. “You know, Eddie, you’re not exactly the patron saint of innocence,” she teased. “Not by a long shot.”
Eddie couldn’t help it. He threw his head back and laughed, not even caring that it sounded just a little bit unhinged. He was a mess, sure, but it was a good kind of mess. “Yeah, well, who needs innocence when you’ve got someone like her?” he replied, almost fondly, despite the chaos.
The Harringtons’ laundry room was an odd place to have a life-changing moment. The sweet smell of detergent lingered in the air, mixing with the heat and tension between the two of you. The sound of the party in the living room seemed miles away, but here, in the laundry room, everything felt so close.
You were pressed up against the dryer, the cold metal behind you nothing compared to the way Eddie was crowding you in. His hands were everywhere - on your waist, you hips, your thighs. It was chaotic, it was messy, but in the best possible way.
The world outside the door was full of noise and laughter, but all Eddie could hear was the pounding of his heart and the soft breath coming from you.
“Eddie,” you whispered against his neck, and he shuddered at the way your voice felt like an electric current running through him. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
He let out a shaky breath, burying his face in your hair, “You love it,” he murmured, his hands tight on your skin as he pulled you closer.
And then, just as Eddie thought he might lose control, someone called out Scotty’s name from the other room. The sound was a punch to the gut, bringing Eddie back to reality with a jolt.
You grinned wickedly, lips curling in that dangerous smile he couldn’t resist. You whispered a little too sweetly, “Happy birthday, Scotty,” and then kissed him, as if the words would be the last thing to break him.
Eddie’s breath caught in his throat, his hands trembling as he clung to you, desperate and breathless. He lost it - letting out a quiet laugh that he tried to muffle by burying his face in your neck.
Your mouth as a secret. Your kisses, your touch, everything about you was a secret, but Eddie didn’t care. The world could fall apart outside that laundry room door; as far as he was concerned, it didn’t matter.
“I’m going to hell,” Eddie thought. “But I’ll be damned if I’m not enjoying the ride.”
Eddie found himself sitting on the hood of his van outside Family Video, staring up at the bruised purple sky, trying to make sense of what was happening inside his head - and more importantly, inside his heart.
He was supposed to be the bad influence. The reckless one. The guy who never took anything seriously, who laughed in the face of danger and authority alike.
But you… you made him serious. You made him think.
He replayed the stolen moments in the laundry room over and over, like a favorite song he couldn’t stop humming. Your hands. Your mouth. Your voice, soft and teasing in his ear.
And the way you had smiled at him - not like he was a mistake, not like he was a backup plan, but like he was yours.
“God,” Eddie muttered under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair. “I’m so screwed.”
Part of him knew he should walk away. End it before it got too messy. Before too many feelings got tangled up in it.
But the bigger part - the part that was already too far gone - knew he wouldn’t. Couldn’t.
He was in it. All in.
No amount of logical thinking could save him now.
“You wanna get out of here?”
It was after midnight when you found him standing on the porch, a red Solo cup forgotten in his hand, looking for all the world like he didn’t belong.
You slid your fingers into his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world and tugged gently.
“You wanna get out of here?” you asked again, voice low and full of promises Eddie didn’t dare dream about.
He looked at you - really looked - and felt something in his chest break open, raw and aching and real.
He didn’t even think. He just nodded, letting you lead him down the steps, past the groups of laughing strangers, past the noise and chaos, into the night.
It wasn’t about sneaking around anymore. It wasn’t about hiding.
It was about you and him, and the terrifying, thrilling idea that maybe - just maybe - you could be something more than a secret.
As you drove off into the dark, Eddie realized something that scared him more than anything else ever had:
He didn’t just want you.
He was falling for you.
Fast. Hard. Completely.
And there was no going back.
The next afternoon, back inside Family Video, Eddie practically melted across the counter like a soggy waffle, arms splayed out, cheek smushed against the laminate.
Robin was restocking the candy rack half-heartedly, sneaking glances at him.
Steve leaned against the returns cart, arms folded, one eyebrow raised.
They had been watching him for a while now - how he wasn’t bouncing off the walls like usual, how he wasn’t grinning like a man who just pulled off the world’s greatest heist.
Eddie Munson looked… wrecked.
But not the bad kind of wrecked. The dangerously in love kind.
Robin tossed a packet of Twizzlers onto the counter with a snap.
“Okay, you’re being weird, even for you,” she said. “Spill it.”
Eddie groaned into the countertop.
“It’s worse than I thought,” he mumbled, voice muffled by the laminate. “I’m in deep. I’m in so deep I can’t even see daylight anymore.”
Steve frowned. “Deep, like, you caught feelings?”
Eddie just made a noise - something between a whimper and a dying cat - that seemed to confirm it.
Robin straightened, mock-serious. “Wait. You like her? Like, like like?”
Eddie finally lifted his head, eyes wide and a little desperate.
“I think I love her,” he said hoarsely, “Holy shit, I think I’m actually in love with her.”
There was a beat of stunned silence.
Steve looked like someone had just hit him with a frying pan.
Robin immediately started laughing - not at him, but in that shocked, oh my God this is happening kind of way.
“I knew it” she cried. “I freaking knew it! You’re a goner!”
Steve shook his head, dazed. “Dude. Dude.”
“I know!” Eddie wailed. “I’m a goddamn idiot!”
He dropped his head back onto the counter with a dramatic thunk.
Robin leaned over and patted his hair sympathetically.
“You poor, lovesick bastard,” she said.
Steve snorted.
“You gonna tell her?” he asked.
Eddie blinked up at him, looking both terrified and hopeful.
“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I mean… what if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if I’m just… her bad decision?”
Robin rolled her eyes. “Please. I’ve seen the way she looks at you.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, man. It’s not just sneaking around for her. You’re not just her thrill.”
Eddie swallowed hard, hope curling painfully in his chest.
“You really think so?” he croaked.
Robin smiled.
“We know so.”
And for the first time, Eddie allowed himself to believe it might be true.
Maybe - just maybe - he wasn’t doomed after all.
Later that night, Eddie sat cross-legged on his bed, guitar untouched beside him, as the December wind howled against the trailer walls.
He couldn’t stop thinking about you.
About the way you laughed at his stupid jokes, the way you leaned into him when you were tired, the way you kissed him like you never wanted it to end.
And it wasn’t just the sneaking around anymore. It wasn’t the thrill of doing something reckless behind everyone’s backs.
He missed you when you weren’t around.
He ached for you.
And now you were free - you had broken up with Scotty a few days ago. No drama, no fireworks. Just a quiet conversation behind the gas station where she’d told Eddie afterward, almost bashful, “It was over a long time ago. I just needed to say it out loud.”
No strings.
No barriers.
No excuses.
Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, flopping back onto his bed.
Tell her, Steve and Robin had said. She feels the same way, they promised.
But it wasn’t that simple, was it?
Because if he told you - really told you - and he was wrong…
He’d lose everything.
Not just the late-night kisses. Not just the secret smiles across crowded rooms. He’d lose you.
The girl who made him want to be better.
The girl who made him feel like maybe - just maybe - he wasn’t doomed to be a cautionary tale.
He stared up at the ceiling, fists clenching the blanket beneath him.
Screw it.
He was Eddie Munson.
He didn’t do half-assed.
He didn’t do cowardly.
If he was gonna fall, he was gonna fall loudly.
He sat up, heart hammering, a wild grin breaking over his face.
He was gonna tell you.
Tomorrow.
He didn’t know how just yet - didn’t know if he was going to write it down or scream it out or just blurt it the second he saw you - but it didn’t matter.
He had to.
Because you were worth it.
Because he was worth it too.
The next afternoon, you found Eddie in his usual spot behind the school - perched on the cracked stone wall, smoking a cigarette like he was posing for the world’s most dramatic yearbook photo.
He looked up as you approached, and for a moment, he just stared - like maybe he thought you weren’t real.
You smiled at him, soft and easy.
“Hey, trouble,” you teased.
Eddie stubbed out his cigarette with shaking fingers.
“Hey,” he croaked.
You frowned, immediately picking up on the weird tension in the air.
“You okay?”
He hopped off the wall, landing with a thud. His hands shoved deep into the pockets of his ripped jeans, shoulders hunched like he was bracing for a fight.
“I gotta tell you something,” he blurted.
You blinked. “Okay…”
He started pacing - three steps to the left, three steps to the right - like a caged animal.
“I’m probably gonna screw this up,” he said, voice tight. “And you might laugh. Or you might run away screaming. Which would suck. A lot. But I gotta say it anyway.”
You stepped closer, heart pounding.
“Eddie -”
“I like you,” he interrupted, voice cracking slightly. “Like… like really fucking like you.”
You froze.
“And not just because it’s fun sneaking around or because you look stupidly hot in my shirts or because you make me feel like my brain short-circuits every time you look at me.” He stopped pacing, running both hands through his hair in frustration. “I like you, okay? Like… all the boring, serious, terrifying stuff. Like holding your hand in public. Like taking you out to stupid diners and buying you ugly stuffed animals at the fair and kissing you without worrying who’s watching.”
He sucked in a shaky breath.
“And if you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine. I’ll still be the idiot who got to kiss the coolest girl on the planet for a little while. But if there’s even a chance you -”
You didn’t let him finish.
You grabbed the front of his jacket, yanked him down, and kissed him so hard he stumbled backward against the wall.
For a second, he didn’t move - just stood there, stunned - and then he kissed you back like the world was ending.
When you finally pulled away, breathing hard, Eddie’s eyes were wide and a little glassy.
“I guess that’s a yes?” he asked, voice rough.
You laughed against his chest.
“It’s a hell yes.”
He let out a shaky laugh, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you clean off the ground, spinning you once before setting you back down.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, forehead pressed against yours. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Yeah,” you whispered, smiling. “But you’ll love every second.”
And judging by the way Eddie kissed you again - slow and deep and certain - you knew he would.
The next day at lunch, you and Eddie couldn’t stop grinning at each other, sitting impossibly close at the table like a couple of idiots.
Robin noticed first.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Okay. What’s going on?”
You shrugged, playing innocent. Eddie just sipped his soda like it wasn’t completely obvious.
Steve dropped his sandwich mid-bite. “Wait. No. No way.”
Robin gasped dramatically. “You guys are finally together, aren’t you?”
You and Eddie exchanged a look - and completely failed to hide your matching, dopey smiles.
Robin let out a squeal so loud half the cafeteria turned to stare.
“I KNEW IT!” she crowed, smacking Steve on the arm. “Pay up, dingus. I told you it would happen before prom.”
Steve groaned, digging a crumpled five-dollar bill out of his pocket and handing it over.
“You two are disgustingly adorable,” he said, but he was smiling too, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it.
Robin leaned across the table, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“You realize this means you’re stuck with us forever now, right?” she said brightly. “Triple dates. Game nights. Probably some super awkward family dinners.”
Eddie slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.
“Bring it on,” he said, kissing the side of your head.
And honestly? You couldn’t wait.
