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msgexymunson · 7 months

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The Food Of Love

Description: Eddie and his love for food (and you)

A/N: just a sweet little piece to sate you before some other chunky fics are posted! Plus, I know the way to a man's heart is through their stomach, and I want to feed this boy.

Warnings: language, just fluff really, allusions to smut, established relationship. Gender neutral reader. (Any issues please let me know!)

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The first time Eddie says he loves you, it's with a mouthful of the food you made him.

"Sweetheart, what you doing?"

Strong arms snake around your waist as you face the kitchen counter, mixing ingredients in a bowl with a scavenged spatula. The kitchen in the trailer is rough and ready, but you bought the ingredients and goddamn, you just need to feed this boy. If only to thank him for the countless orgasms he's given you.

"I'm making pancakes."

You smile, his hands wandering over your waist and hips as he crowds your back. God he smells good; bodywash, and skin, and weed, and Eddie.

"Really? I don't see pancake mix."

Laughing, you turn to face him.

"It's called cooking babe. I'm making them from scratch. Just sit down and let me feed you."

With a smirk and a peck to your lips he perches on the tiny table top, long legs swinging like a child.

You turn to finish mixing, and put the gas on, heating up a frying pan lined with oil and butter.

One, two, three pancakes finished; flipped and stacked onto a plate. Adding some maple syrup and chopped strawberries, you hand him the plate and a fork.

Turning to start your own pancakes on the heat, you hear Eddie literally moaning behind you.

"That good babes?"

"Umph."

Laughing, you turn to face your boyfriend. His cheeks are stuffed full of pancakes like a gerbil, and he's staring at you with wide wet eyes. His words are muffled with food, but unmistakable.

"I fuckin' love you sweetheart."

Goggling at him with your mouth slightly parted, you can't help but say, "I think you just love the food."

He swallows the enormous mouthful and smacks his lips.

"Nope, that just… pushed me over the edge, I guess. I love you."

Throwing your arms around him, you envelop his maple smeared lips in a sweet kiss.

"I love you too Eddie."

He grins, and your eyes begin to grow wet, so you turn away to flip your pancakes, and to wipe away the clandestine tears.

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The first time Eddie says he wants to marry you, he's shovelling your food into his mouth. Again.

You place the plate down in front of him, and watch his little nose wrinkle.

"What… is that?" He says disgusted, pointing to a green bit sticking out of the spaghetti and meatballs you made him for dinner.

"It's spinach babe, it's good for you."

He pokes it as if it's about to jump and attack, and looks back at you, gazing with a defeated expression.

"Do I have-"

"Eddie, I made this just for you. So, if you don't eat it, I'll be upset. OK?"

You knew that would work. He twirls a meatball in his fork, gathering some pasta, and even makes sure to add the offending spinach leaf.

When it reaches his mouth, the noise he makes is reminiscent of his orgasm sounds, just slightly muffled. A large hand encapsulates yours, gripping firmly as if you'll float away if he doesn't.

"I'm gonna marry you sweetheart."

It's cloaked in food, but you hear it. How couldn't you?

"Eddie-"

Swallowing, he grasps you with his other hand, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I'm serious, I'm gonna marry you, and have kids, and they are gonna love these meatballs. Spinach and all."

Laughing, you pull your hand away, and start to eat your own food, warmth in your tummy expanding and enveloping you at his words.

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The first time you tell Eddie he'll be a great husband, it's with a mouthful of food.

Coming home from a hard day at work, you kick your shoes off and rub your aching feet for a moment.

"Eddie, baby I'm home!"

"I'm in the kitchen sweets!"

You follow his voice, through the tiny hallway of your shared apartment and into the living space. The entire kitchen is in disarray. Pots and pans are laying around with remnants of meals inside, used and forgotten. Grody cooking utensils have been deposited on any available side. Somethings dusting the floor; maybe flour?

You approach the love of your life, taking in his unexpected outfit. His usually unruly hair is swept back into a low bun, and he's tied one of your stripy cooking aprons around his waist. It should look weird, since he's not wearing a shirt, but with the muscles in his shoulders fully displayed and the tattoos playing peekaboo with you, you can't find it in you to mind.

A stray dusting of flour is on his cheek. Reaching him, you swipe it away with your thumb.

"Eddie, what are you doing?"

"I'm making dinner! Chicken pie, just like you made before. And dessert is in the fridge!"

His smile splits his face in half, warming your insides.

"Well, ain't I lucky."

"Damn straight. I even got wine, here you go."

He hands you a glass, filling it from wine in the fridge. It's a crisp white, one you've bought before that he remembers you like.

You perch at the small dinner table, the solid wood one you rescued from a neighbour's yard that just needed a little love, and you're waited on.

The chicken pie is great; the pastry could've had more time in the oven but the filling was perfect. When you're finished, Eddie hands you a chocolate mousse, with whipped cream and a swirl of orange peel on the top.

"It's chocolate orange mousse, I got it out of a recipe book I bought. You like it?"

Eddie's practically on tenterhooks, bouncing both knees with his eyes fixated on you.

Honestly? It's incredible. Just the right texture and consistency, and the right amount of orange. One of the best desserts you've had.

But, it isn't just that. It's the restless demeanour, the keenness of his smile, the deep eyes full of feeling.

With a mouthful of chocolate orange mousse, you stare at him with wet eyes.

"You're gonna make a great husband one day."

You swallow, and stare again.

"Wait, scratch that. You're gonna be a great husband to me, one day."

He grins manically at you, pride etched in his face.

"Yeah?"

"Hummm." You turn your head as if deliberating something.

"What?"

'Just thinking, could we take the rest of this dessert to the bedroom? I could show you how grateful I am."

You wink, and Eddie's eyes nearly roll back inside his head.

"Oh, if this is being your husband then fucking sign me up!"

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athena-writes-i-guess · 1 year

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “I saw that. You just checked out my ass.”

A/N: Hello friend! Thank you so much for this request! I had a lot of fun writing this and it’s helped so much with my writers block! I really hope you like this piece as much as I do!

It was Tuesday night and you were sitting at a table in the Hideout, waiting for Corroded Coffin to play. This was normal for you, you had been coming to these shows for years at this point. You had started going when Eddie was just your best friend and you had the biggest crush on him, but now it was almost mandatory that you go see your boyfriend play. Not from him, no, he would never make you go to his shows if you didn’t want to. But you were determined to be there for every gig, wanting to support him in any way you could.

They had just finished setting up when Eddie bounded up to you, an excited smile on his face as he closed the distance. “Hey beautiful. Come here often?” He asked as he leaned against the table, shooting you one of his signature shit-eating grins with a wink.

“I do actually, I come see this totally rad band every week.” You grinned, watching Eddie light up as you played along with him.

“Oh yeah? That’s wild. See, I happen to know the guitarist really well actually.” He said like he was telling you a secret. “I could get you in VIP to meet him and everything.”

“You’d do that for me?” You asked with feigned flattery.

“For you? Oh yeah, I’d do pretty much anything you asked me.” Eddie said, smiling brightly as he watched you flush from his words.

“Anything? Wow that’s a lot. How about a kiss?” You asked, sending him a flirty smile.

Eddie raised his eyebrows in a faux surprise and pointed to himself while mouthing, “Me?”. Loving the way you giggled as you nodded excitedly. “I suppose I could do that.” He grinned.

He moved to stand next to you, reaching out to gently move some hair out of your face before cupping your cheek. He took a long look at you as he stroked the apple of your cheek, a fond smile on his face as you flushed again under his gaze before he slowly closed the distance.

His lips were soft on yours. Soft and confident as he moved them slowly against yours. Savoring the way your plush lips felt on his as he breathed you in. Ready to get lost in you for the rest of the night. But he pulled away, albeit reluctantly, because he knew his time before the set was almost up.

“How about we continue this after the set? I’ll take you to the VIP after party and everything.” He smirked, watching the dazed look on your face as you recovered from his kiss.

You nodded your head, “I’d love that. Tell the guitarist to break a leg for me.” You said as he started to turn from you.

He nodded, shooting you a wink before taking a few steps away. He looked back quickly with a goofy smile on his face to see you watching. “I saw that. You just checked out my ass.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “You wish Munson.” You said with a shit-eating grin of your own.

A look of hurt washed over Eddie’s face as he walked back over to you, a pout on full display, “Babe!” He whined. “Why won’t you check out my ass?”

You rolled your eyes again with a chuckle, “Okay, you silly boy. I was totally checking out your ass. It’s the best, tightest, ass I’ve ever seen.” You replied, laughing as his pout was replaced with a beaming smile.

“Thanks sweetheart.” He said, the character he had been playing before a distant memory now, “Let’s get milkshakes after the show okay?” He suggested softly, hearing his band getting ready to start the show.

“Sounds great Eds. Love you, break a leg, pretty boy!” You said quickly before he ran towards the stage.

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knottyk · 2 years

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Golden Slumbers

Pairing: Eddie x GN!Reader

Word count: 677

Summary: Eddie falls asleep on reader’s chest.

Warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff

ps. I'm like 99% sure there aren't any pronouns used other than 'you' for the reader. pls let me know if i'm wrong.

You sat against the headboard with a book in your hand. Deep within the pages, you were interrupted when Eddie let out a loud yawn, his eyes pooling with tears. The bags under his eyes were prominent as he slouched towards the bed.

“Tired?” You asked, putting your book down.

He shook his head ‘no’ but you knew better. You opened your arms and waited.

He took off his denim vest along with the leather jacket and crawled his way to you. You spread your legs a little to make way for him. Like a well practiced routine, he nestled in the space you made for him.

Eddie laid his head on your chest, his arms falling on your sides as you caress his hair and slid down to his ear.

“You can sleep. We can work later.” Tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth as you keep your voice down.

Your middle finger traced his outer ear and repeatedly went over his lobe, the piece of flesh plump and soft. You trailed up the curve of his ear and let the rest of your fingers run along his jaw with a feather like touch.

He hummed as he nuzzled closer to you. He moved his body a little higher, just enough for your chin to rest on his head. You chuckled and Eddie warmed with the rumble in your chest, glad to be close to you.

Looking down at him, you admired each freckle and each wrinkle that reminded you of all the things he had to endure. His rough upbringing, fending off for himself and living the way he did. Having been exposed to things that he should have been unaware of at such a young age. You couldn’t imagine how he got through them all but you were glad that he did.

Chest rising as you breathed in deep, you kissed his forehead. With a small curve on his lips as he adjusted his head further on the space between your chest.

His hair was unkempt but soft as you run your hand over. Pushing his hair to the side, you scratch lightly at his back. Going in circles, from top to bottom, middle then all over. Figure eights. Alternating your index and middle fingers as if it’s a running figure. Long and short strokes, all done tenderly.

Soon, Eddie no longer held his weight for you. His head lolled to the side and you held him against your chest so he wouldn’t startle awake. You caressed him by the cheek as he fell deeper in his slumber. His cheek squished on your chest, lips slightly pouted and parted. You couldn’t hold back the giggle when you heard his soft purring as his chest steadily rose and fell.

You swipe your hands over his bangs, directing them to the side and holding them in place. With his forehead exposed, you extend your index finger and poke his puffy cheek.

“Oh, Eddie.” You whisper as you take in the sight before you, quietly giggling to yourself.

“You’ve got a lovely face, my good sir. Very cute.” You could imagine his response if he was awake. He’d pretend to be digusted and put on a serious, dead-pan face or he’d make a wacky expression.

You let go when his eyelashes fluttered and his lids pressed tightly, brows scrunching a little.

It could be a random dream. A nightmare? Whatever it was, you made sure it didn’t disrupt his peace. You whisper a soft tune against his ear, so soft and silent that some parts came out as a whistle. Thumb smoothed over his brows until he relaxed. You did it a couple more times until the distress is untraceable.

Two fingers brushed on his cheeks like he was a painting, using the pad of your fingers on the downstrokes and your nails upwards. His chest rumbled against yours and soon enough, you felt yourself being swept away.

Breathing in sync and bodies molding into one, you let yourself be carried to a peaceful slumber.

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lololol i suck at summaries and titles h3lp. anyway, I wish we could each have an eddie to cuddle with. aaand that’s my wish. oh and also world peace.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie x gn!reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #eddie fluff #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie imagine #eddie blurb

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eddiesghxst · 10 months

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whenever it rains, it’s ridiculously loud in eddie’s trailer, you could practically sleep outside and get the same experience (aside from getting a little wet, obviously).

eddie, however, because he’s lived there for so long, doesn’t hear a thing. he sleeps like a baby through every single noise you could imagine, not even flinching when a small hail storm blows through. at first you don’t understand, you think eddie’s insane because how could anyone sleep soundly with this much noise going on?

until one night, you’re at your own house tossing and turning in your bed for hours before you give up and drive over to eddie’s because for some fucking reason, you admittedly miss it. you miss the loud pelting of rain and the whistling of the wind with the scraping sound of tree branches against the tin-like roof.

eddie’s mad that you drove in the middle of a storm, but let’s you in either way. you don’t tell him why you came, but eddie seems to understand when you both lay down, tangled in each other and let the loud beating of rain fill out the silence of his room. eddie can physically feel your body relax into his and he immediately knows—- he gets it because he’s the same way. it barely takes 5 minutes before you’re both knocked out and snoring.

eddie definitely teases you about it at the table the next morning, makes a joke that “you should just move in at this rate,” but wayne quickly shuts that down, “save up and move in next door, kids, i don’t need to see anymore than i’ve already seen.”

#all my trailer park girlies know the noise i’m talking abt #sounds like a fucking war #when i was younger i lived in a trailer and storms used to scare the shit out of me bc they were so loud #but sometimes i miss it #it felt like a little cave #i want to be in a little cave in the storm w eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #drabble #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson au #eddie munson headcanon #eddie x y/n #eddie x gn!reader

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elliewlums · 2 years

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eddie munson who is so in tune with your emotions that he knows exactly how you want to be touched, even when you’re too shy to ask for it. eddie munson who will forcibly pull you into his lap when he sees your body getting heavy and tired. when you’re so wound up from busy social settings that he can see the clench of your jaw, the knit of your brow, practically the ache residing in your chest. eddie munson who mutters a soft “c’mere, baby,” and settles you on his thighs, your head tucked under his and his hand on your head; the other beneath your shirt, the cold bite of his rings on your skin grounding you. eddie munson who strokes your hair until he feels you go slack underneath him. who peppers gentle kisses to every portion of exposed skin he can reach on your body. who loves you unconditionally even when you can’t love yourself.

you, desperately touch starved, who goes all melty and soft every time eddie touches you in any way. your eyes flutter closed and all of the tension in your body dissipates— every last rigid muscle goes lax. it embarrasses you exponentially but eddie thinks it’s one of the most endearing things about you. the fact that you trust him so much it makes you a little sleepy.

eddie munson who whispers soft words, hushed and shared only between the two of you. who murmurs love words in your ear no matter the setting because he knows it makes you do this gorgeous thing where you go soft and turn into a puddle in his arms. and you, who presses your face to his neck, your arms slipping beneath his shirt to seek warmth, inhaling and nuzzling his hair.

eddie munson who manages to fluster you with the lightest of touches, deft hands working over your entire body no matter how you want him. eddie munson who kisses your tears away when you’re sad and causes your tears when he fucks you. eddie munson who would send you to sleep on his cock every night if you asked (he practically does anyway)

eddie who calls you his sweet baby, his poppet, his little troublemaker. and you, who adores every second of it.

eddie munson who loves you exactly as you are.

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babyghouly · 4 months

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Who's Crying Now

Pair: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader; Eddie Munson x BestFriend!Reader

Genre: Angst, Heartache

Words: ~1.5k

Summary: You get an unexpected letter from an unexpected sender. You hadn't heard from your best friend, Eddie, in months. It was really nice to hear from him, but you struggle with the desire to go back home and visit him. Were you ready to face him after all this time?

Warnings: Mentions of Drinking, Cursing, Sadness, Heartache

Namesake: Who's Crying Now - Journey

Series: Part I; Part II; Part IV

Notes from Ghoul: Well, this took longer than expected! Part 4 was much easier to write, but I thought it needed to have this transition piece so it would all flow better. I hope you enjoy it and please don't be afraid to reblog and let me know what you think 💖

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Tags: @staygoldwriting @eddiesguitarskills @sweet-villain @need-a-life-or-grass @ashlynnkennedy @emma77645 @foreveranexpatsposts @bombing-daisies @stranger-messenger @tiannasfanfic @1paire2vans @theywitchsblog @elegantkoalapaper

It wasn't every day that you had the motivation to clean, but today was one of those days. Taking advantage of the free time you had now that the semester was over, you managed to clean the pile of laundry that had built up in the corner of your room and change the sheets of your bed. Of course you couldn't do this in silence so you had your little radio blasting to drown out your thoughts.

♫ Only so many tears you can cry 'Til the heartache is over And now you can say your love Will never die ♫

Your voice filled the tiny dorm room while you folded your freshly washed laundry as one of your favourite songs played. You hummed the rest of the melody before it faded out.

♫ One love, feeds the fire One heart, burns desire I wonder who's crying now? Two hearts, born to run Who'll be the lonely one? I wonder who's crying now? ♫

Before the next song began, your cleaning frenzy was interrupted by a knock on the door. Sighing, you got up to find the student who lived down the hall from you, Alex.

"Here," Alex shoved a single letter in your direction, "They lumped your mail into mine again"

"Thank you" You said with a smile, but Alex was already heading back down the hall.

Sitting down on the bed, you scanned the letter to see who it was from. You rarely ever got letters from your parents, so it couldn't be them. The return address was to Steve's house, which puzzled you again. Why would Steve be sending you a letter? As you continued to scan the letter, your heart skipped a beat. Recognizing Eddie's handwriting on the envelope, you clued in that he was the original sender, Steve was just the one who had to send it out to you.

You ripped open the letter instantly. It had been months since you last spoke with Eddie, and for someone you were trying to get over, he was still a constant thought in your mind. Everyone around you said you'd get used to being without him, but you honestly never did. Every now and again, you caught yourself fantasizing about how things would be when you met again. What you would say. What you guys would do. You missed him a lot and even started to wonder if running away was the right thing to do, but you really did enjoy your classes, so it had to have been, right?

Taking a deep breath, you emptied out the contents of the envelope, revealing a handwritten letter.

For Y/N

It's been a while, hasn't it? I can't really remember a time where we didn't talk to each other… well, there was the graduation incident of '84, but that was not as long as this.

A smirk formed on your lips as you lightly chuckled remembering this time. Back then, a week felt like a long time, but now it's been over six months and you can't stop worrying about how Eddie was doing. Life wasn't the same without his contagious laughter and comforting presence. Making friends at college wasn't as easy as you expected. Many students already had their cliques, knowing each other from school and growing up in the town together. Being from out of state there were no predetermined cliques for you, leaving you as an outcast much like high school did. This made you miss Eddie even more.

You continued to read the letter.

I really hope that wherever you are, you're doing well. First off, I'm incredibly sorry for holding you back from doing the things you dreamed of and keeping you in bumfuck, Indiana for two more years when you could have been in college partying it up with your sorority sisters. I sure hope none of those sleazy frat boys have bothered you.

This earned a chuckle from you.

Anyways, I guess I don't say it enough, but I am eternally grateful for you, for everything you've done for me. For sitting through countless shitty band practices and being Corroded Coffin's #1 fan. We really miss your merch selling skills, nobody seems to sell as much as you did. Thank you for helping me with Hellfire Club, even though I know you weren't that interested in Dungeons and Dragons. Most importantly, thank you for your patience with me. There is no way I would have gotten through school without you. How the hell you managed to not completely lose your mind with me, I don't know. I commend you.

I don't know either, Ed you thought to yourself

I don't really know what else to say other than I really miss you, Y/N. A lot has happened since you left. Nothing I really want to talk about now, but I really wish you were here.

Whenever you're ready, though, you know where to find me.

Love Always,

Eddie

I miss you too. Your heart sank a bit, worried about what he meant by 'a lot' happening. You continued to get your chores done in silence, the words Eddie wrote ringing in your ears.

What had happened while I was gone? You thought to yourself, Should I go back?

With classes being over, you had time to go visit although you hadn't planned on going back any time soon. The feeling you had was conflicting so you decided to get some insight from Steve. You made your way to the payphones in the dorm's lobby. Fiddling with the change in your hand, you carefully placed the coins through the slot and dialed Steve's number, praying that he was home.

"Hello?" Steve's voice was on the other end.

You were relieved.

"Hey, Steve" Your fingers toyed with the cord of the phone nervously, "It's Y/N"

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, clearly happy to hear from you after a couple weeks without contact, "How did exams go?"

With all that was on your mind, you were impatient to small talk, "Fine, I need to ask you about something though."

"Woah, someone's grumpy, what's up?"

"Eddie," You mumbled, "How is he doing?"

"You got the letter, huh?"

"Mhm…"

"Well, since I moved out of town I don't really see him a lot, but I did see him a couple weeks ago at a gig," Steve huffed, "He was beyond drunk. I guess the rockstar life has really gotten to him."

Your heart stopped beating for a moment hearing what Steve had to say. Eddie was never really one to drink, he mainly just smoked.

"Ahh," You managed to choke out, thinking about what could have happened for him to be drinking that much.

The same thoughts ran through your mind over and over. Obviously, Eddie needed you, but what for. He has Janie. He wants to spend the rest of his life with her, isn't her presence be enough? After all, you're just his lovesick best friend who ran away from him when your feelings became too much to handle. If you were him, you would respect the distance needed and let them reach out when they're ready even if something had happened.

"I'm sorry for sending you the letter," Steve was apologetic, "I know you probably didn't want to think about him, but I took a chance that it might've been a positive thing."

"It's fine," You spoke quietly, "I never really stopped thinking about him anyways."

"So what are you going to do?" Steve began, "Are you gunna come back and visit him?"

There was a pause before you spoke up again, "I wasn't planning on it, my parents wanted to visit me instead."

"I get it," Steve chuckled, "There is definitely nothing fun to do over in Hawkins except drink and watch paint dry."

"Exactly..."

There was another pause.

"It's okay if you want to go back, y'know."

You nodded, trying to hold back tears, "Yeah… I know…" Your voice wavered, "I just don't think I'm ready right now."

"That's okay too," Steve reassured, "Take all the time you need, I'm sure he'll understand."

You and Steve said your good-byes, hanging up the phone. Heading back to your dorm room, you were tense as you held back your tears.

Once back in your dorm, you flopped onto your bed and buried yourself beneath the thin duvet. A tear streamed down your face. Then another. And another. You had wanted to go back since the day you left, but you kept strong for so long. It became easier as time went on, but he was still a thought on your mind every day. Knowing that Eddie isn't doing well now, though, tears you apart.

How bad could things really be?

Should I go back?

Am I ready?

You shook your head in an attempt to get all these thoughts out of your mind. You were frustrated, wishing Eddie never sent the letter in the first place. The more the thoughts raced, the more you realized you weren't ready to face him again. Your heart hurt, but now, going back was all you could think about.

He needs me, he clearly needs me.

-END-

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sofiiel · 4 months

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Love poultice: eddie x reader ══════════════════

Content: Mental health. Sleep scratching. Unintentional self-harm. Comforting fluff. Soft Eddie.

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You're drying your body off after a long, soothing shower. Eddie pokes his head inside the bathroom, judging if it's ok to come in.

You've been very quiet lately, with that far-off look in your eyes. He'd tried his normal tricks to bring you out of yourself. He'd upped his goofy game to one hundred and ten percent, and he'd become baby bunny levels of snugly.

Nothing was working, and that void chasm in your gaze was only getting wider. Eddie wanted little more to dive in and fill it up like a warm giant bubble bath.

"Um... I just need to, eh to-" Eddie's brain broke, he'd been so eager to check on you, that he'd forgotten to come up with a reason to need the bathroom.

"- toooo- toothpaste, yeah." He said.

You glance up at him briefly, making eye contact through the mirror. "Toothpaste?" you question.

Part of you wanted to laugh, but that half was being smothered by a dark, weighty pillow.

The momentary sparkle that fizzled for a second was enough for Eddie. It gave him hope, he could help, even a little.

Bopping into the bathroom with new resolve, Eddie hummed and took up his toothbrush. From the corn of his eyes, he carefully watched you.

"What's going on with you, babe." He thought to himself. He'd asked you a dozen times this week.

"Don't worry about it" you'd say and defuse him with a quick kiss.

He frowned slightly, that was always a good way to stunt his train of thought, and you knew it a little too well.

With a sigh, he spits and rinses, dropping his toothbrush on the counter. Turning to you with his hands reaching out. "Here, let me help." he offers.

You pause for a moment, you don't want to be a burden, but your mind is screaming to feel something soft and you nod.

Eddie faintly smiles as he is passed the towel, coming close his lips land gently on the curve where your neck meets your spine. It sends a tingle down your back.

Carefully, Eddie pats the towel around your body, kissing a patch of skin each time before drying. He's still humming, his eyes giving their attention to his task.

He doesn't notice the tears welling into your eyes as you watch him. But he can feel the tension slowly seeping out and away from you, and he smiles a bit more.

He dries you off from head to toe, stopping at your legs, he sets the towel on the bathroom floor. Tiny long erratic welts draw his fingers to trace them.

Eddie does so as if his touch could spit them open to bleed.

You tense again, he saw them, of course, he saw them. And this time there were so many. Much more than before. You thought you'd gotten better.

You thought you'd made progress. They're unsightly.

Eddie breaks your vicious thoughts as he kisses as many of the scars to be as he can manage.

And your tears spill over. "I don't know why." your voice breaks.

It stings Eddie's core, but he stays calm. "It's ok," he says, pushing warmth into his voice. "Hand me the cream."

Through blurry vision, you look at the little cosmetic jar on the counter. Grabbing it, you hand it to Eddie as he stands up.

"And they're all over the place this time," you whispered.

His hand brushes the side of your face before cradling your cheek, his arm is warm against the side of your neck as he looks deep into your eyes.

In his gaze you can faintly see the reflection of your crying face, you feel like a mess. Though, Eddie is looking into you like one might a scenic ocean view.

Silently trying to convey that you were no less beautiful simply because of a storm blowing in.

He plants a short sweet kiss against your lips, "sit down, and I'll put cream on them." he said. His eyes briefly cut to look down at older scabbed-over slashes around your shoulders and arms.

He wasn't sure how he'd missed, them.

You give in and take a seat on the toilet lid.

Eddie rubs the cream into his hands and then tenderly spreads it around your scarred skin.

Your head hangs a little, feeling defeated. Unsure of why your mind seemed to hate your body so much, enough to attack it. You didn't want to make an appointment and have that talk again, Meds only do so much. The back and forth of therapy to figure out "why" again.

Exhausted tears stain your cheeks, a drop onto Eddie's hands as he massages the cream across your thighs.

He pauses and peers up at you, You'd had numerous talks about your sleep scratching before. It was one of the reasons he offered you to move in with him.

"Babe?" He questions to gain your attention.

You can make out his pained expression through the watery glaze in your eyes.

He raises up to kiss you, it's long and slow, and mind-numbing. His lips move lightly against yours, his palms pressing into your thighs.

"It's been a hard week, I've seen it." He confesses.

"But you gotta let me love you when your mind and body doesn't." He whispers, kissing the curve of your jaw, "Let me do it for you."

Eddie's arms wrap around your back as your arms wrap over his shoulders. He's locked you in a firm embrace as you cry into his neck. Carefully moving himself so that you can sit on his lap.

He rubs your back and continues to kiss the top of your head.

"I'll call in for you today and tell them you won't be coming in." He murmurs. "Neither will I."

With a squeeze, he pulls back to get a look at your face. "We can slice up cucumbers and wear them like sunglasses and make that green mud shit for our faces. Take a walk, drive, and pick up a snack and a movie." he hummed, rocking you slightly.

"But first, we'll sleep in, and I'm gonna koala cling to you so that silly brain of yours will have to leave you alone." With those works he swipes away the remaining tears with his thumbs.

"But only if you let me."

You respond by showering his face with little kisses, and Eddie chuckles. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes" you answer.

He flashes you a strained smile as he heard the smallest hint of laughter in your words.

"Good, wanna go unmake the bed by jumping on it?" he asks.

"Jumping? Or..." you lull quietly coy.

Eddie rubs the back of his neck, "Well I...I mean, sure if you want."

"It's stress relief," you tell him.

Eddie grins and as you stand up he takes both your hands and leads you out of the bathroom to the bed.

"So tell me what you need."

"I need you to love me."

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A/N: this may have been incoherent, self-indulgent mess of nonsense, but kicked myself out some comfort writing before work. Good ol' emotional unpacking. Be sure to take care of yourselves today ❤

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therosebunpost · 11 months

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I dunno if this idea has already been mentioned before, but fick it, I think it's fantastic!

Spicy Imagine, Anyone under 18 please stay away!!!

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Okay but hear me out, the whole: You end up sleeping with your partner trope because they happily ask about and listen to you explain the names and backstories of your plushies, but it's the reverse with Eddie's DND figurines!

I can see it now. You go hang out at his trailer, and you see them all lined up on a little shelf. They all look so cool, and the detail on them is just amazing, so you ask about them. About their names, the backstories they've had, how long it took to paint.

Eddie is just so excited to tell you. He's eagerly explaining each and every one, picking them up and showing you them in detail along with their personal character sheets. Though it's when you get to the monster characters, and you ask about them with that same genuine awe and interest that he knows he just has to fuck you. Like, no one has paid attention to him like this before, at least not someone as attractive as you, so he's just a little feral. A little high-strung and so, so turned on.

You're there, holding one in your hand when he comes up behind you. Face pressed into you and his hard on poking your backside. Hands grasping your hips, he already sounds kinda fucked out when he's like, "I need you...so fuckin' badly sweetheart, please."

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pullingyourstrings · 1 year

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Headcanon: Eddie Munson is a menace as a boyfriend. Here's a few things he definitely does:

• Turns off the bedroom lights and leave you in the dark because he thinks it's funny to hear you shriek.

• Flirts with you in public while pretending not to know you.

• Calls you in the middle of the night to ask the most unhinged questions that are really not important and could definitely wait until morning.

• Pretends to give you a massage only to attack you with tickles.

• When you're crouching on the ground he'll tip you over so you loose balance and fall.

• If you have long hair he'll steal all your scrunchies and hairclips.

• Uses all your beauty products and denies it later. "What do you mean?! I smell nice like this naturally, thank you very much"

• Doesn't order food for himself because "he's not hungry" but the second your food arrives at the table, he's picking on your plate. Eats the last fries everytime.

• Tries to bribe you into doing things for him because he's lazy. "If you roll this joint for me I'll wash the dishes later, I promise" He did not, in fact, wash the dishes later.

• Turns off the videogame before saving when you win because he's a sore loser.

• Likes playing footsies with you. It never ends well because he's competitive and kicks you too hard at some point. Feels bad and apologizes later though.

• Starts food fights whenever you cook together. He promises he won't, but still does it everytime.

• Makes up silly little songs about everyday activities and sings them to you all the time.

• Tries to carry/manhandle you and fails miserably. Trips over himself while holding you bridal style and drops you.

NSFW (ish?) ⚠️

• Slaps your butt when you're going upstairs in front of him.

• Steals your underwear. Don't ask.

• Playfully talks to your genitals like it's a separate being, gives it a cute name and everything.

• Teases you in public, whispering naughty things in your ear.

• Also likes to come up behind you on stores/supermarkets and get very close, so close your back is pressed against him, only to reach for something in front of you and leave.

• Smirks when he leaves you flustered. "Aw, are you blushing baby?" Fucking idiot.

• Teases you about your kinks. Not in a mean way, just an annoying way. "Look babe! You like those!" while pointing at something that involves it. Does it in public too just to see you get embarrassed.

• Loves licking and biting you for no reason. If he sees any parts of your skin exposed? He will lick and bite you, be prepared.

• Won't stop talking during sex. You have to kiss him or make him suck on your fingers because he just won't shut up. It's not even dirty talk either, he's just rambling away because his brain stopped working.

• Blows raspberries on your tummy and thighs during sexy times. Yes you've asked him to stop multiple times. No he absolutely won't stop because he likes hearing you giggle. Somehow it doesn't ruin the mood.

#I'll add to this post when I think of more things lol!#if you have any headcanons like these and you want to share pls send me an ask #I'll add them too!#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson headcanons #boyfriend!eddie munson #eddie x gn!reader #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things 4 #no thoughts only eddie

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gag-me-munson · 11 months

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You find him in the bathroom, the shower hasn't been on but he's wet. Sweat. Pouring from his forehead and down his neck.

Another nightmare from the Upside-down, the bats have come back.

"Eddie, shhh..." you lean down and cradle him towards your body, rocking back and forth to let him know what is real.

Words push into comfort as he mumbles but all you can do is hold him, sweep his sweating hair from his face and allow your love to flow.

"I can't sleep..." He grumbles, shaking his head with feverish back and forth motions, lost in another world, another time.

He's been like this for weeks and all you can do is lead him to bed. Lead him to bed and sweep away another nightmare from his eyes.

"Can't sleep..."

"I know and it's okay, Eddie."

With a shiver and a whimper, he falls asleep in your arms as you whisper away the ghosts that haunt him.

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msgexymunson · 1 year

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Stray

Description: Eddie finds a kindred spirit.

Warnings: as far as I can tell, none! Pure fluff, gender neutral reader

A/N: Just a cute lil idea I had and I had to let it out so my brain would let me focus on mu next big fic. Enjoy!

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"Eddie, where the hell have you been?"

Flushed and panting, Eddie flops down onto the chair in the cafeteria, one arm held almost protectively across his chest.

"What do you mean? I'm right fuckin' here!"

Rolling your eyes, you shove his shoulder.

"I didn't ask where you are, I asked where you were, doofus!"

"I had shit to do, God, don't get your panties in a twist."

You know you should drop it; being Eddie's best friend, you know him well enough to know when to stop. When his neck tightens like that, and his nose scrunches a little, you're sure he's being serious.

It seems however, his little sheep aren't as perceptive.

"Eddie, did I just hear a meow? Don't tell me you've brought a feral cat into the cafeteria?" Dustin says, arms waving in front of Eddie's face.

"Just drop it, dude!" You see his flustered attitude, the tightening of his shoulders.

"You found a cat Eddie? Fuck." Gareth says, hand reaching out to Eddie's jacket but he flinches from the approaching grip.

"You've all lost your minds. What's wrong with you? Imma have a smoke." And with that, he leaves just as mysteriously and abruptly as he arrived.

The guys all stand in unison, each loud mouth expressing some theory or another.

"Ok boys, enough chatter. Lemme speak to him." You wave your arms in a calming gesture to placate the growing hubbub and make your way to the bench where Eddie did his deals.

Enveloped in the quiet whisper of the woods, you inhale the deep pine scent and cast your eyes on your best friend.

There he was, like he always was, sitting on the bench, cigarette in hand. Only it seems his face is halfway in his jacket, deep in conversation.

'Eddie?" Your voice rings a question, and he answers with a quick whip of his head.

"It's OK, I'm just checking on you." You raise your hands in mock submission, inching closer to him, to take your obligatory seat opposite him.

He sighs so deeply you feel it in your marrow.

"I'm ok, just, can you keep a secret?" He gazes at you with earnest eyes, eyes you'd been in love with for longer than you'd care to admit.

"Eddie, it's me. Of course I can."

His shoulders visibly relax at your words. At the same time, a very curious nose makes its way out of its leather jacket confines, sniffing the air.

"Eddie, is that a raccoon?"

He smiles. "Yeah. It's just a baby, I dunno where it's mom is, it was all alone." Eddie strokes at the baby raccoon's head making quiet shushing noises. It preens at his touch.

"Jesus Eddie we should call animal control-"

"No!" The strength of his shout nearly knocks the wind from you.

He softens at your flinch, hand held out in supplication.

"They'll just put him down! Lucifer's not done anything wrong, just doesn't have his mother anymore but he's super sweet, he's just got a bad rep, you know? Doesn't mean he's bad, and why should we judge him anyway, just 'cause people labelled him a pest!"

You watch the tears gather in Eddie's eyes as you finally connect the dots.

"Oh, Eddie." You bite your lip, willing your own tears to retreat as you reach for his hand. He takes it gratefully, lost in each other's eyes for a moment.

"He's not a pest. He's a little life. I tell you what, I know who could help. You know that Mr Clarke, the middle school teacher? Dustin talks about him all the time, I bet he could point us to a wildlife sanctuary, or a charity or something."

Eddie beams, face igniting like the rays of the sun.

"You think so?"

You stroke his knuckles, face turning a pale pink.

"I know so."

Suddenly, Lucifer the Raccoon climbs out of the makeshift enclosure of Eddie's jacket and crawls it's way over to you.

"See, he likes you!" Eddie grins.

Taking the little ball of fur into your hands you hold it out at arm's length.

"I think you should think of a new name for Lucifer." You giggle, turning the baby raccoon this way and that.

"Why?"

"Because Lucifer's a girl."

Eddie laughs.

"Lucy it is!"

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athena-writes-i-guess · 1 year

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “There you are”

A/N: I am aware it’s after Halloween. I just got this idea and thought it was cute. Hope you like this little fluff piece.

“There you are.” You heard from behind you. You turned around to find Eddie with his hands in his pockets and a fond smile on his face.

“Eddie!” You smiled back at him as you shivered on a pool chair in Steve Harrington’s backyard as people milled around the Halloween party around you. Eddie had dropped you off earlier so you could enjoy the party while he went around town to supply weed for other gatherings. You had been drinking and had stumbled into the pool, thank god it was heated, and now you were wrapped in a big towel trying to dry off.

Eddie sauntered over and sat next to you on the long chair, taking in your disheveled appearance. “I leave you alone for a few hours.” He tutted teasingly as he wrapped an arm around you to bring you close. “What happened, sweet thing?”

“I fell in the pool.” You chuckled, smiling more as Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Yes I see that, how did you end up taking a swim?” He pressed, pushing some of your wet hair out of your face as he checked for any damages you may have caused yourself.

“I was doing my Mrs. O’Donnell impression,” you smiled as he snorted, “and you know how animated I can get.” Eddie nodded his head, “Well I was doing it and I got too close the edge and slipped backwards. Now I bet I look like a drowned cat.” You joked.

“The cat ears don’t really help.” He said with a cheeky smile, you shoved your shoulder into him as he laughed. “Did you hurt yourself anywhere?” He asked, bringing one of your arms out from your towel to check for bruises.

“I don’t think so.” You said. Eddie made a hum of acknowledgment before quickly kissing up the length of your arm. You could feel him smile against your skin as you giggled lightly at his actions.

“Sorry, I just had to check for myself.” He grinned once he reached your shoulder, leaving a quick kiss there before adding a peck to your nose. “How about we get you home, you and I can hop in a steamy hot shower together,” he waggled his eyebrows at you, “then we can watch one of the horror movies I got us and make out on the couch.” He suggested.

He was incredibly close, Eddie usually was, and your senses were full of him. The smell of his cheap drug store cologne and cigarettes always seemed to cloud your head deliciously, his long curls tickled your exposed shoulder, his thumb was stroking the back of your hand as he held it, his plush lips were pulled into that little cocky smirk you loved, and his eyes were so intensely full of love, yet so soft as they looked at you, it was as if you hung his moon and stars. Eddie knew you were crazy about him, but it was obvious just how crazy his was about you too.

“Sounds perfect to me, handsome.” You beamed as you watched that cocky smirk turn into a goofy, shy, smile. Eddie loved when you complimented him like that.

“Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” He said before you quickly captured his lips in a sweet kiss, one that he return enthusiastically.

“Take me home cutie.” You giggled once you broke the kiss, taking in his love drunk expression as he mumbled a little “Gladly.”

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cherryc1nnam0n · 6 months

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Coffee for your head | Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: Eddie is in his death bed... He has so much to say...

Cw: Major angst warning!! Major character death, sad topics, illness, death bed, agonizing, little smut

Writer's note: This is based off Death Bed by Powfu. I was listening to it when coming home from work, and I wanted to write it as Eddie and you

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

"I'm sorry, you don't have long enough... Maybe, 4 months"

That was the moment their lives changed

Only at age 25 Eddie Munson has been diagnosed with lung cancer, terminal, there was nothing the doctors could do to safe him

"Eddie... No..." You had whispered grabbing his hand

A lonely tear had left his eye without him noticing, he just let out an anguished breath

Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep, I don't wanna pass away

I been thinking of our future, 'cause I'll never see those days

I don't know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it

I tried to do my best, but you know that I'm not perfect

"I would recommend enjoying the last moments you have together, do the things you love, eat what you like, just, make good memories in the mean time"

The couple had gone home in silence, quiet sobs being heard from her as she held his hand during the ride home

They had moved together 3 years ago, making a small apartment their safe home, but now it had became all moody and sad

It was no lie that Eddie smoked a lot, since he was a teen, but his cancer had been too aggressive and it was taking him out really fast

"What am I gonna do without you Eddie?" You said sobbing into his chest as he held you close to him

"Live..." You cried even harder

"I can't live without you Eddie, you're my whole life"

I been praying for forgiveness, you've been praying for my health

When I leave this Earth, hoping you'll find someone else

'Cause, yeah, we still young, there's so much we haven't done

Getting married, start a family, watch your husband with his son

That night he tried to calm you down my making love to you, slow and tender, with lots of love in each move he made, his kisses filled with sorrow and pain, he knew he didn't have long to do this so he had to enjoy the moments he had you

During the days his health went downhill, he couldn't move a lot, his breathing would be different during the night, you prayed every night to whoever was out there to save him but they never seemed to answer back

Soon he had to use oxygen to breath properly, moving out of the bed was too much work as time went on

"It's almost time for me to go baby..." He had said to you one day

You had cried onto his chest, begging him not to leave you

I wish it could be me, but I won't make it out this bed

I hope I go to Heaven, so I see you once again

My life was kinda short, but I got so many blessings

Happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending

"I love you so much Y/n..."

"I love you too Eddie"

"You'll find someone else baby, someone who will love you so much" you shook your head

"I only want you, you're my only love"

He caressed your cheek

I'm happy that you here with me, I'm sorry if I tear up

When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up

Taking goofy videos and walking through the park

You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark

"Remember that day at the fair? When you got lost and I found you near the fountain?" You nodded "I'll find you again in another life baby"

Cuddle in your sheets, sing me sound asleep

And sneak out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03

Sundays, went to church, on Mondays, watched a movie

Soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me

"You can go Eddie... Rest my love" you had finally accepted what was to come

"I love you..."

"I love you too..."

With one final smile he closed his eyes and finally left this world...

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Happy Thanksgiving! Could I request something small with the reader setting up a Friendsgiving dinner for Eddie (complete with takeaway containers for Eddie and Wayne to eat together later)?

Making this into a headcanon for ya, babes! Hope you like it <3 reader is gender neutral for this.

Eddie mentioned to you that he & Wayne don't really celebrate Thanksgiving

Money is tight, as always, so they tend to stick with TV dinners

"But sometimes they have turkey and mashed potatoes, so it's kinda like Thanksgiving"

And you nod, but internally you're thinking that will not do

So you make a last minute trip to the grocery store to get turkey, potatoes, stuffing, and ingredients for a green bean casserole

On your way out you grab a container of double chocolate chip cookies, Eddie's favorite

You spend hours in your kitchen the night before Thanksgiving getting everything ready

By midnight, you're exhausted and a mess, but you're so proud of the little feast you threw together

You even added a notecard explaining the times and temperatures to heat each item up

The next morning, you drive over to the Munsons' trailer and knock on their door

Eddie answers it, still in his flannel pajama pants and faded AC/DC t-shirt

You hand him the bag with a timid, "Happy Thanksgiving, Eddie."

When he goes back in the trailer, he and Wayne sort through the containers, not even waiting for lunchtime to start eating the delicious food you made

The following conversation ensues:

"Boy, you'd better marry that one." "We're not even dating!" "I said what I said."

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resident-gay-bitch · 1 year

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just thinking about eddie being totally insecure with everything in school because assholes like jason don’t understand when a joke isn’t funny anymore. when they don’t know when to stop.

the first few ‘pranks’ he could deal with. pretty cheerleaders coming up to him and asking about his niche interests, trying to stop their giggles when he started to talk about them in an exited animated manner. only to be slapped on the back by a jock and ridiculed for it.

after a while they just got boring. repetitive. there are only so many pranks they can pull with the pretty girls of hawkins high.

a little while after that is when they started to get painful. the jokes were obviously repetitive, boring, unbelievable, and yet they confined to pull them on eddie anyway.

why?

well because he was the brunt of all their jokes. that’s why.

because these assholes think difference is gross and horrible and deserving of harassment. and to be honest, eddie wasn’t all that different when you thought about it. he was just a nerd who listened to metal. he was like them in the sense that he was a highschool guy, with a strong interest in a game that involved strategy (basketball/dnd), and had never made a girl cum in their lives. given, eddie had never really been given the chance too, where as jocks had more than enough chances, the just sucked.

then eventually, every so often they got smart with their pranks. through in a few he never would have suspected. like the last one, the fucking worst one yet. sara mcdonald, a totally sweet girl from his sophomore home economics class, came up and asked him on a date. he was a little shocked at first, he’d never been asked on a date before, but he’d kinda been interested in her his whole sophomore year so he couldn’t say no. it couldn’t have been a prank, he thought. she was quiet and kind and a little bit weird. pretty, but not in the way jocks liked.

he got wayne to help him get ready, dressed up real nice, did his hair. they had plans to meet at a diner for burgers and shakes. he rocked up perfectly on time, got a booth, and waited for half an hour. over time, more and more students from hawkins high came into the diner, and when the clock struck one hour past her estimated arrival time, jason walked up and asked how his date was going.

apparently they’d bribed her to ‘prank’ him by promising that the cheerleaders wouldn’t call her a munch anymore.

eddie was very hurt, and he was mad, but not at sara. she was saving her own ass and he totally got that. but it made him so deeply mistrusting and insecure that the first time he layed eyes on you, he expected that you’d be a total bitch and prank him too.

but maybe he’d indulge it, just for a little while. you were gorgeous after all.

on your first day you had rocked up in a very basic white tee and jeans, converse to match. and so eddie had no idea where you’d lie on the social hierarchy.

probably pretty high. you were breathtaking.

and on day two, when you walked into the cafeteria in ripped jeans and a slayer shirt, eddie knew he was about to get bullied hard.

he kept an eye on you as you sat to eat your food.

but you never came over.

he suspected you were playing the long game.

he wasn’t gonna let you win, whoever your were.

he was deep in conversation with gareth, standing on his chair with his arms out wide as the end of lunch was nearing. he did a little spin, making the guys at his table laugh. you walked by as he did, finished with your food.

you saw the back patch of his vest.

he made eye contact with you when he turned back around, and you stuck your hand up in the metal sign and nodded your head a few times, walking off. he noticed the leather cuff around your wrist and the chunky rings decorating your fingers.

so you were really playing the part. these jocks were crazy.

the next day at school, you were in a dio shirt and his brain almost short circuited. when you walked past his locker with your walkman on, head banging to your crapy pop music (so he suspected, which he was wrong of course), you pointed at his back patch, and then at your shirt and shot him with finger guns, running off for your class.

friday morning he stopped his tracks to see you dressed in yet ANOTHER metal band shirt, this one being metallica. and you were sitting on the hood of gareth’s car, a pair of drumsticks in your hands, tapping them between your legs whilst talking to his friends.

he needed to protect them before you and your jock squad brought them down too.

“hey-“

“oh, eddie! this is y/n.” gareth pointed at you.

“dio guy!” you smiled, holding your hand up for a high five, “respect, man.”

eddie left you hanging.

you nodded your head, spinning one of the drumsticks between your fingers before stuffing them back in gareth’s front pocket and hopping off the hood of his car.

“catch ya.” you nodded, saluted them ass you headed inside.

“bye.” gareth called back, waving at you.

“dude. are you crazy?” eddie asked.

“are you?” gareth asked back.

all day he was on the hunt for you, only catching glimpses between classes. you were driving him mad. he just wanted you to get this prank over and done with.

at lunch he got lucky.

you came up to his table, “yo, so… what’s with the matching shirts? are you in a club or is this like, a loser solidarity thing? if so, where do i get one?”

eddie folded his arms, sneered at you. trust you not to even be a good pranker and call him a loser.

“eddie makes them!” dustin answered excitedly, “and we’re in a club… but it’s kinda a loser solidarity thing.”

eddie didn’t like your laugh, it infuriated him. he needed you to shut up and be a cunt before he just broke and kiss- i mean kicked you or something.

“oh, sick.” you said, “what club?”

“hellfire.” mike answered, and these freshman were getting their characters killed tonight, “it’s a dnd club.”

“oh, fuckin cool!” you laughed, pulled up a seat at the table, “i’ve always wanted to learn. you reckon i can join?”

“no.” eddie said, thankful the prank was in motion, “im no idiot. i see right through you.”

you made a weird face at eddie, “what?”

“get fucked.” he said, shooing you away, “it’s not gonna work on me, no matter how much they try. go on, run along back to your possy and tell them it didn’t work.”

“i don’t know-“

“seriously get lost.” eddie said, looking away from you.

you looked at him for a moment. your head dropped and you pushed your chair back, grabbing your shit and running out of there without your lunch tray.

eddie didn’t know why he felt guilty.

it was probably just because everyone at hellfire was dumb, unlike him, and thought you were being genuine.

eddie thought about you all weekend.

monday he got to school late, as he usually did. he got there halfway through lunch.

he walked into the cafeteria to find a bunch of cheerleaders croweded together atop a table. screaming coming from everywhere. all eyes on them. he walked up to hellfire, standing on his chair to get a better view of the action.

there you were, on the floor under their table. he had no idea what you were doing.

you stood up, hands clasped together. you leered for the girls, opening your hands a little and they screamed, jumping back. you laughed and started on your way outside, turning to walk backwards to call.

“a thankyou would be nice, ladies!”

“fucking freak.” one of them called back.

“aww,” you pouted your lip, “you know exactly how to make me swoon.”

you ran outside.

“what happened?” eddie asked, sitting down.

“there was a spider under the cheer table.” lucas answered with a shrug.

eddie couldn’t get you out of his head.

math class was when he realised he might have been wrong about you. he overheard a couple of girls whispering about you to eachother, talking about how fucking weird you were.

the guilt kicked in.

eddie was going to avoid you for all eternity.

apparently you didn’t agree with that, because you came up to him after school. you pulled your headphones down to talk to him, dressed in motörhead shirt, your hair done all cool.

“hi.” he said, cheeks a little pink.

“hey.” you smiled, “look, i don’t know what your problem is with me- maybe you feel threatened that your not so special now your not the only metal head freak that likes a life drama or whatever, but uh… my dad and my uncle both got me a copy of the new anthrax album that came out yesterday, so… i mean, i don’t need two. figured you’d be the only other person to appreciate it, so-“ you shrugged, handed it to him, “consider it a peice offering… dude.”

you walked away.

“wait!” eddie called out, grabbing your wrist to pull you back to him.

“what?” you said.

“im sorry.” eddie looked at the ground, “im- im really sorry for being a dick.”

“hmm.” you crossed your arms and nodded.

“look, i just… everytime a new kid comes to school, the jocks recruit them to fuckin… prank me or whatver. they come up and ask me on a date, or ask me about dnd, or metal, and then they laugh at me. so…”

“so…”

“i thought that’s what you were doing. i didn’t think-“ eddie took a deep breath, rubbed his neck, “didn’t think someone as hot as you would be a freak.”

you grinned, “oh, i see. you were intimidated by my hotness.”

eddie deadpanned you, “hey- no.”

you laughed, “look, im not gonna forgive your assholery, because that fuckin stung, dude. i was trying to make friends… i thought you were like, cool.”

eddie felt himself blush.

“but i can move on.” you shrugged, “im good to start again, if you are?”

“yeah.” eddie smiled, sticking his hand out to shake, “sounds good to me.”

you didn’t shake his hand.

eddie looked at you, blinked twice.

“you left me hanging man.”

eddie laughed, “touché, touché.”

you smiled at him, and eddie thought he could really really like you, now that he’d let himself.

“anyway, i better go. i got a long hike.” you reached for your walkman.

“uh, yeah.” eddie blushed, swallowed, “or… i could drop you home? we can listen to the new album? maybe stop for a milkshake on the way?”

you blushed too, and it was the prettiest thing eddie had ever seen, he couldn't wait to make you blush again, “i think i would be cool with that. but you have to pay, ya know, to make up for being a dick.”

eddie laughed, showed you to his van, “hey, im a gentleman, i would have paid anyway.”

“oh yeah? with your well earned weed money?” you smirked at him.

“you know about that?” eddie asked, red as a tomato.

“word travels fast in small towns.” you opened the door to his van and climbed in, “i don’t mind a bad boy though.”

eddie grinned, “well lucky for you im the baddest boy of all.” eddie winked, chucked the van in reverse, “i am skipping detention for you right now.”

“oh, you are bad.” you laughed, “i’ll let you in on a secret… im skipping detention for you too.”

eddie smiled, “so your telling me we could have had a detention date instead?”

“save it for next time?” you offered, kicking your feet up on the dash.

“next time?.” eddie smiled, looked out at the road, “definitely.”

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