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𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie munson is in love with you. and he refuses to let a little date set up by a guy who probably doesn't even know your favorite movie ruin his chance of getting with you.

fic warnings (mdni 18+): reader is over 18, loss of virginity (for reader), cunnilingus, cum eating, heavy making out, fingering, teasing, mentions of weed, vaginal penetration, eddie has a little bit of a corruption kink if you squint

Eddie Munson never yelled. He never raised his voice when he got mad, he never got angry with people who have done him wrong. Despite his outward appearance, his rings were always kept to himself, used more as a fidgeting tool than anything else, and his little knife was used to carve his name in the tree outside the school.

Everybody who knew him decently well would know that he was really just a temperate soul, and it didn’t take a lot to make him happy. The Hellfire Club almost always brought a joyful smile to his face and when he was tired his joints were always there to solve whatever problem he was facing.

But above everything, you seemed to be his answer to all of his woes.

You, who he's known ever since middle school. And at first, it wasn’t your smile that made his day just so much better because your braces got in the way and you hated how food sometimes got stuck in them, so you refrained from smiling for the first three years he knew you. But then you did and things just seemed to fall into place. He could stare at the softness of your eyes for days and never grow tired. He’d make a song to reminisce on the little snort you let out at his dumb jokes because he cherishes it more than anything.

As time seemed to pass, your friendship got closer and closer and everything seemed to be known between the two of you. Who his first kiss was, who yours was. What your favorite bands were, people you despised, and people with whom you could get along. Eddie knew your favorite movie because you loved movies more than anything. You could talk about them on and on, for hours on end because he’d never get tired of the animated way you explained the cinematography and acting. Truth be told, Eddie could never get tired of you, but he had to tell himself something to try and get over you.

When you turn up to his trailer, insistently knocking at the door with a gleaming grin on your face, he couldn’t ever say no. And he guesses that his compliance with letting you get away with owning every crevice of his bleeding heart would only lead him to more misery than anything, but Eddie just had no control over his mind when it came to you.

So with you sitting on his legs, your shirt riding up just a little bit so that he could catch a little peek of your soft skin, his mind was going into overdrive. You played with his hair, fiddling with the pesky elastic band he had given you earlier as you tried to give him the most outrageous hairdo you’ve ever seen. You’d give him an occasional apologetic smile when you tugged just a bit too hard, but it didn’t matter because your fingers were just so soft and gentle that he wanted you to tug at his hair again. And the worst part was that he couldn’t even relax because his entire body was tensing up with the words that spilled out of your mouth.

“And then she gave me a lower grade because apparently, she has a late policy? She never had one all year, remember?” Eddie nodded and that seemed to be enough for you as you continued, “Anyways, I told her that. And after a couple of minutes, she said she’d give me something a bit higher, but it was still shitty for all the work I put into that poster.” You give an exasperated sigh, your lips pouting a bit as you lean a bit more forward and Eddie feels like this is what paradise must be.

“She’s an astronomical pain in the ass. And she likes you. Remember how I forgot to write my name on that one paper? She was really about to shove that ruler up my ass.” He teases and you laugh a little as you remember the fond memory.

“Yeah, well, you always have it worse Munson. But I almost lost my grade because of her!” You exclaim, taking a deep breath as you calm down, eventually giving him a shrug, curling one of his strands around your finger as you watch it unravel, falling onto his forehead as you look down at him with a little smile, “But I know my way around teachers. ‘S why I got her a bigger gift for Christmas, she knew she’d have to pay me back sometime.”

“You’re a little bit evil, y’know that, right?” Eddie quipped as you swatted his shoulder, pinching his nose and he rolled his eyes at your childish antics, “Have the entirety of the teacher and student population wrapped around your little finger.”

“What?” You shake your pointer finger in front of his face, “This one?” Eddie smiles as he pushes it down, poking your sides as you squeal, a cascade of giggles falling for your lips as his hands attack your sides.

“That’s the one sweetheart.”

He cradles your elbows, careful that you don’t fall, but how could you when you're sitting so comfortably atop him? It was little moments like this that gave Eddie hope that maybe there was something more than you were leading on, that maybe, just maybe you could at some point reciprocate his feelings.

“Oh! Almost forgot to tell you this, but I have good news, really good news. You’re never going to believe it. Leaves your jaw hanging, spits in your eye, kick you in the shins, good news,” You try to contain the gleeful smile that made its way onto your face, “I was - no, wait… I want you to guess.”

“...guess?”

“Yeah, guess!”

“Um…” He scratched his head, biting his lip as he shrugged, “Your parents are buying you that car?”

“I said good news, Munson, not a miracle.” He huffs a little laugh, sitting up a bit so that he rested his head against the headboard of his bed, craning his neck a bit so that he could look at you better.

“You found a cure for cancer? Always knew you were a smart little cookie.” He pinched your cheek, giving you a boyish and cheesy grin as you swat his hand away.

“No, ugh, you suck at this Munson,” And though you say it you still play with his hair, twirling it around, and it was enough to show Eddie that you didn’t really mean your words, “No, Charly asked me out on a date!”

Eddie choked a little bit on his spit, his eyes bugging out as he coughed, his fist hitting his chest as you worriedly patted his back.

“You alright?” You asked, your voice tilting a bit as Eddie hurriedly nodded, his heart stopping right then and there in his chest as every little moment flashed through his eyes. His hands felt clammy, the room was getting too hot and suddenly he felt like his throat slowly was closing up on him.

“Y-yeah, yeah, peachy.” Peachy? No wonder you hadn’t given him a chance by now.

“Oh, um, okay, well…” Your brows furrowed as you examined his face, doing the little beads of seat accumulating on his forehead, “Do you want some water?” And he shook his head, clearing his throat as he tried to pretend like he wasn’t about to lose every shred of sanity he had left. Though Eddie didn’t want to hear any more of this and just wanted to curl up into a big ball and just weep, the pure radiance that flowed out of you to tell him the big news didn’t allow him to do it. So he just motioned for you to continue, his soft brown eyes looking anywhere else into the room so that they wouldn’t give his true emotions away.

“I actually never thought he’d do it, y’know, because of how awkward I can be around the male species,” You continued, going back to fiddling with his hair as though nothing happened, “But he asked me yesterday! He said he wanted to take me to that drive-in theater,” You paused, your lips pursing as you tried to fluff up his already fluffy hair, “You know, that one next to the bowling alley?” And Eddie can only hum, his hand splayed across his chest as he felt his heart churn into a tight pulp.

Because the worst thing is, you’re going to go back to your house after all this is over. You come over, talk, make him fall in love with you all over again, and unknowingly make him go crazy at the mere thought of you. It wasn’t his fault that he spent years pinning after you, but it definitely was when he never gave his feelings up.

He knew that he couldn’t sabotage years of your friendship if he actually told you the truth, ruin the hours and days you’ve spent with each other just because his anguished and lovesick mind told him it’d be a good idea to reveal the truth to you.

“And then - do you have any more hair ties?” He held up another one, ready on command as you gave him a tiny grin, “Thanks Eds,” You ruffle his head a little bit, “And then he said that we could go to his place.” You paused for a second, gathering all of your thoughts as you spoke, “Now,” You look down at him with a raised brow, “I’m gonna need you to be honest with me, okay, Munson? And don’t laugh…promise? Okay?”

Your change of tone worried him, and if it was apparent by the furrow of his brow then it might have been from the way he stopped breathing momentarily. Eddie knew you long enough that he was aware of almost all of your secrets, if not every single one. The two of you were open with basically everything and the way you nervously fiddled around with your fingers was out of character for you.

“Scouts honor.” He muttered, trying his best to hold up the three fingers as you rolled your eyes, going back to his hair because you couldn’t help the heat that spread across your face, the embarrassment that would come with your following question.

“Does that mean he wants to, um,” You falter, your hands pausing their movements as you look off to the side, “Well…you know…” It’s too much to say out loud, and even though you’ve known Eddie for a while, the way he looks up at you confused only adds to the humiliation you were getting.

“I actually don’t know. You take my power for knowledge for granted sweetheart.” He says with a little laugh, his head nudging your hand, a silent way to tell you to get back to playing with his hair. His lightheartedness eases you up and you giggle, flicking his forehead as he winces a bit.

“That he wants to, uh, do some body boogie…?”

“Body boogie?”

You cover your face with your hands as Eddie lets out a hearty laugh, some of his tense posture melting a bit as you slap his shoulder, gnawing on the inside of your cheek as you felt like you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

“Sex, Eddie,” You spit out, “Does he want to have sex with me if I go to his house?”

Pink dusts his cheek as you look at him worriedly, your eyes big and round as you watch his face flush. Every part of his body seemed to be shutting down, and if it wasn't enough having to find out that you were going on a date with this basketball player, having to think about him doing such things with you made his stomach churn uncomfortably. But he swallowed thickly, not wanting to make you feel awkward or embarrassed as he shrugged, his tongue feeling abnormally big in his mouth as he tried to think of what to say.

“Yes or no? Come on Munson, you’re a guy. If you wanted to take a girl home, is there any backing behind it other than a cup of coffee?” Your eyes squint, and now you feel like he’s just playing with you when in reality he felt like he was slowly yet surely losing grasp of himself.

“Um, well, I…” He scratched his jaw, taking in your anxious face as a line appeared in the middle of his brows, “Depends, really.” And he sees how you chew on your lip, his answer obviously enough to send your mind into a spiral of thoughts.

“Depends on what…?” You push, readjusting yourself on his legs so that you wouldn’t put so much weight on his thighs. The single movement almost made him forget who he was, his hands almost coming up to your hips to hold you steady where you were.

Eddie faltered. How could he explain this? It’s not as though he was the guy, not like he could get into his mind, dig deep, and look at his desires. If it had been him, he’d never take you to a drive-in theater. He’d take you to that little pizza place you liked so much and buy a whole pizza for the two of you to share. He’d get you ice cream - three scoops if you wanted, and he’d pay for it because he’d never let you spend money when he was there. He’d drive you back home, and drop you off at your front doorstep with a sweet goodbye kiss. But Eddie knew that his fantasy was simply too unrealistic to reach, and if he was trying the be realistic then, yeah, that guy probably did want to have sex after you went to his place.

“I don’t know sweetheart,” He ran a hand through his hair, something he often did when he was feeling like his whole world was crashing down on him, “If he’s really horned up after the movie then he most likely will want to have some…body boogie.” You groan at his choice of words, falling off of his lap much to his great disappointment as you bury your face into one of his pillows.

“You’re not going to drop that by chance, are you?” Your voice comes out muffled as you refuse to look at him, and he laughs a bit, nudging your side with his elbow as he shakes his head.

“Over my dead body.”

You mutter something inaudible to yourself, your nose pressed flat against the fabric of his pillow as you hug it to your chest, rolling over to your side so that your back was facing him. He watches as your back moves up and down with every breath you take, and he wishes he could map all the little birthmarks you had all over your legs and thighs with his lips if you gave him the chance.

“It’s just I think that the only reason he asked me out is that…he wants to get in my pants. Well, to be honest, I think that’s the only reason I got asked out…” You turn around, laying on your back as your hands lay across your stomach, “Whenever I talk to him he always looks like he’s in his own place. And yesterday he barely even acknowledged our date, just the ‘getting to his house part’. And I refuse, you hear me, Munson? I refuse to let him get anywhere near me if that’s the case. It’s only the first date! I barely even know him. I m-mean, what happened to chivalry, you know? What happened to opening car doors, or asking how your day was, or simply just speaking, huh? And you’re probably right! He always stares at my chest when I wear that blue shirt. God, can you imagine? I was going to wear it tomorrow, too! That’d probably get him horned up enough to just tear it-”

“Whoa! Hey, slow down a bit, yeah?” He held his hands up, a nervous smile on his face as he searched your frantic eyes. Your chest was heaving up and down and you were quickly trying to pick at your nails as you trailed off.

“I don’t understand. If you want to go out on a date with this guy, why are you so…jittery?”

“Jittery?” You raised your brow, your lips turning into a little frown as you squinted at him, “What do you mean, jittery?”

“Your pupils are dilated, your hands are shaking like crazy. You spoke about fifty words per second back there and you look like you’re about to eat anything that comes at you. If that’s not jittery then I was fucking calm during my presentation last week.” He tried to joke as he nudged your arm with his hand, his eyebrows furrowed in worry as you flop back down, groaning as you jam your palms into your eyes.

The truth was, you had no problem with sleeping with somebody. You wanted it after hearing all your friends rave out their first, second, and third times. It was just that you did want to spend it with some nobody who wouldn’t even remember your name come the next morning. And even though your friends seemed to always like the experience, they never failed to mention how it hurt when the other person never gave a shit about them afterward.

Call it a wishful mindset but you felt like you had barely any control over how most of your life was spent. And this one thing that you could actually control couldn’t have gotten tainted by a guy who barely even washed his dick.

“I’m not jittery…I’m just having the sudden and impending realization that you’re right and he probably won't even focus on the movie because he only wants to have sex with me and get it over with.” You sink as your own words hit you.

“You’re overthinking this, Y/n. He probably wouldn’t be able to focus on the movie because he’s too busy looking at the disaster sitting next to him.” He says and you scoff, slapping his chest as he grins triumphantly.

“You don’t understand, Eddie. Every date you’ve gone on has been great. You two always have a splendid time eating your splendid pizza and having splendid conversations. I’ve been on a date with two guys - two guys! The first one couldn’t even count because he showed up ten minutes late to the restaurant and said he had to leave because his mom had a stroke - a fucking stroke! And the second guy had the sudden realization that he was into men halfway into the movie…Eddie, are you even listening?”

You stopped because as you looked over to Eddie you saw the growing smile on his face, the way he had to try his very hardest to suppress it as little uneven huffs came out of his nose, his lips wobbling as he covered his lower face with his ringed hand. When he caught your angry stare he broke out into a chortle, his arms covering his stomach as your own frown wavered.

“I’m absolutely hopeless, Eddie. People have changed their preferences because of it!” You gnaw on your tattered lip, weaving your fingers together as you turn your neck over to look at it, the smile on your face falling as it turns into something more melancholy, “Am I really that pathetic?” It comes out as a whisper but it’s enough to carry between your two bodies, enough that Eddie stops laughing and he can almost see himself in the way you torment yourself over this.

He clears his throat, propping himself up on his elbow as he shakes his head, shutting his eyes for a second as his lips pressed together thinly. There was a speech laying at the tip of his tongue and he was prepared to give the monologue of his life to explain to you that you were actually far from pathetic. But he was shy, contrary to popular belief, and he fiddled with the ends of his hair as he said something less blatantly obvious that would showcase his never-ending love for you.

“No, you’re not pathetic, you just have…bad luck when it comes to the people you go after.” It was simple but it still made that little frown on your face disappear as you gave him a sheepish smile.

“I do?” You bit the inside of your cheek as he huffed out another laugh, nodding as you couldn’t help but mirror it.

“Rotten luck, sweetheart. Worst I’ve ever seen.” He teases but it’s the kind you love, the kind that cheers you up even when you feel like shit. It’s the sort of Eddie Munson that very few people see, and maybe that’s what makes it even more special.

“You’re right,” You whisper, pouting at the frayed strands of his blanket, “I should probably just give up, hm?”

“No, don’t give up just…look for people with better traits.” He quickly stammers, cringing as he blushes at the way you look at him, your eyes never leaving his as you try to make out what he was saying.

“Better…traits? Like what, Munson?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Don’t start out with a hoops and laundry baskets player, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah?” You say with a laugh, sitting up as you scooch a little bit closer to him so that you weren’t so far away, “What else should I look out for?”

“Guys who don’t like Metallica or Iron Maiden,” You mutter out a quiet of course in agreement and he smiles, “Guys who aren’t tatted up, guys who-”

“Tattoos? That’s a must?” He nods definitely, pointing to his bats.

“It’s a necessity. How do you expect a guy to commit to you if he can’t commit to something like these, hm? This - this is just skin, really, at the end of the day. You’re a lifelong deal, sweetheart. You tend to stick and never let go.”

Your confusion melts away into a shy smile, your face heating up in embarrassment as he shoots you a playful, teasing grin. He’s pulling at your strings, waiting to see if he could unravel you.

“Anything else I should be wary of, oh wise one?” He rolls his eyes, shoving your knee as you giggle at the nickname

“Guys who wouldn’t drop what they're doing when you call them if you need anything. Or guys who don’t listen to what you say because believe it or not, you’re really fucking funny. Or - or guys who don’t watch your favorite movie over and over again because it gets “boring”. Guys who don’t appreciate your smile or that weird noise you make when you laugh - which, seriously, you have to get that checked out. I could go on and on, really. I could write my english paper on this shit, you know.” He tries to joke but your eyes are lost somewhere else, a slight glaze to them as your lips part.

The heat in the room has amplified, and the silence that is carried out between your two bodies is too much to handle. It’s suffocating that your throat closes up, the way your mind is opened and new thoughts are flooding in. His words replay over and over again because your heart is probably twisting them into something more than just a warning of what to be cautious of in people to date. It feels like the sun is drawing closer to this little room out in Hawkin’s trailer park and you don’t want to do anything about it when Eddie’s looking at you like that. Has he always looked at you like that?

Yes.

“Um,” Your throat clogs up and you have to clear it, the stick feeling sitting on your tongue much more than nervousness, “Well, that - that eliminates almost every guy in Hawkins, Eddie. Unless you want to count Gareth but,” You breathe deeply through your nose as he never breaks eye contact with you, “I don’t think even I can convince him to watch pretty in pink again.”

“That a bummer.” He mutters, his pink lips looking softer than usual as his finger near your knee taps a little bit on your skin, leaving little goosebumps in its wake as you suddenly feel like your clothes are getting too tight.

“A real shame, Munson.”

Eddie gulps audibly, his doe eyes widening as you shift, watching how your shirt hitching up a little bit, giving him a little insight into your supple skin as you readjust it again, your gaze falling onto something to the side because it was just too heavy to hold his.

So he sits up, his jeans wrinkling with his movements, his rings clattering together as you bashfully look back at him, your two hearts seemingly beating in one rhythmic thump. This never happened, not with the two of you, so why, why did it feel like Eddie was suddenly gripping your thoughts with his innocent words.

“Listen, I’m just gonna shoot a thought out into the open, okay? Don’t take it too seriously because I’m rarely thinking straight. I should get that checked out, r-really, but, uh, okay, anyways. It’s just something that, uh, popped into my mind, yeah? Maybe - maybe, there’s somebody else? Not Gareth, or Charly. But somebody who…” He fails to think of a good enough word to explain his thoughts, but you fill in for him with a hesitant, hopeful smile, the same one that reminded him that he could never love anybody more than he loved you.

“...who actually cares?” And he nods, grateful as he gives a weak little huff of a laugh, ducking his head down for a second as small breaths are shared between the diminutive space between your two bodies.

“Yeah, somebody who actually cares.” He repeated breathlessly.

Your eyes trace his smile lines, the crinkle around his eyes as he stares at you. Have they always seen such a brown color, looking like melted chocolate? You couldn't have just discovered that he had a splash of freckles, barely there, only illuminated by the light overhead, across the apple of his cheeks.

Since when did Eddie Munson look like this?

“Look, what I’m trying to say is…how about,” His smile falters, the confidence he usually has leaving his system as the bits of insecurities accumulating throughout the years bleed through, “How about me? See if I can live up to the Munson name? I’m really good at being a gentleman, you just haven’t seen that side of me…yet, maybe, possibly…?”

You don’t say anything, and the silence freaks him out more, so he continues to ramble on.

“Actually, let me backtrack a bit. I’m sorry, really sorry. I just talk out of my ass a lot. I was smoking earlier and must still be on a high o-or something, that has to be it. Just forget I e-ever said that, okay-” But you cut him off, leaning your body in by a bit so that your noses bumped against each other, your hand having to come up to his chest for balance as you smash your lips against his.

It almost seems unreal, the way everything seems to unfold.

He stammers, pulling away a little as his lips ghost over yours. Your chest heaves with uneven breaths and your lipstick’s all smudged, but you’ve never looked more beautiful to him. He watches as you readjust your position a bit so that you were resting on your knees, your hands crawling around his shoulder almost in a shy manner, terrified that you had read the room wrong. Your lips rest whispers away from him, and Eddie knows that as crazy of a person he is, there is no way in hell that he’d ever be going to let you go again.

So he pushes back into you, the force almost causing you to tumble down on his mattress had it not been for his hands supporting your back. It was feverish, needy, how the two of you moved against each other. You felt your teeth clash, his hair ticking your face as he moved his hands up to gently cup your jaw, the motion was slight but it made all the butterflies in your stomach multiply by tenfold.

His tongue swipes against yours, and you let out a quiet moan as it slips into your mouth. His hands go down to your waist, tugging up your shirt so that they could grip at the skin underneath. You don’t miss the little groan he lets out when he moves you closer to his chest, unknowingly moving your knee against his growing bulge.

“Shit, Eddie, I…” Your eyes shut as you feel his lips trail a wet kiss from your mouth to your jaw, moving as his thumb tilts your head up to reveal the column of your neck to him, “I don’t know how to…” And you trail off, another moan escaping your lips when he lightly bites at your pulse point.

But even in his delirious state Eddie can still hear, and so he lets go, looks up at you in slight confusion as his tongue pokes out from his swollen lips, his thumbs holding onto your hips with such care that you don’t know why you never initiated this earlier.

“What do you um,” His fingers draw small patterns on your heated skin, “What do you mean?”

You duck your head down into his chest, and he smiled to himself at how cutely you clutched at his old band shirt, your cheek pressed against the fabric as you gave him a tiny shrug.

“I’m kinda, uh, clean in this department, Munson,” You look up at him with those eyes that make him go insane and he almost forgets how to control himself, but he still doesn’t seem to understand what you were trying to say, “Catch my drift?” You ask awkwardly as you fiddled with the string of his ripped jeans.

“But I thought…” His forehead knocked against yours, his nose bumping with yours as you felt a small smile grow on your face, “You said you had your first kiss with Sean Oman…right?”

“Well, you were telling me all about your experiences and I felt left out so I just, well, made up a little…fib.”

“A fib?” He repeats slowly and you nod, embarrassed that you’d actually have to tell him this, and you could see how the gears in his head were turning as he pursed his lips, “So you’re telling me you haven’t slept with Harrington either?” And his tone is accusing but he still can’t help but grin because of how embarrassed you are.

“Come on, Munson,” You press another kiss to his lips because now that you know what it’s like the seconds adding up after each one is getting addicting, “You couldn’t really have believed that I slept with somebody like Harrington.”

“I’d never doubt that Harrington would want to be with you,” Edde argues as kisses you again. This time, it’s slow and sweet, and his lips are as soft against yours as your hands come up to toy with the strands of hair against his back, “Who wouldn’t? Have you taken a good look in the mirror?”

You giggle as you nod, and he presses a kiss to your cheek, moving up so that he kisses above your eyelid, anywhere that he could reach as you felt every nerve in your body yearn to feel his lips on your skin.

“Then I guess I’ll have to make you look again.” He trails off and you feel him stop. You whine a bit as he looks back down at you, his face suddenly overcome by a new emotion as he purses his lips a bit.

“Wait, so, um…if I’m getting this, what you’re saying is that you’re a - a…” He breathes deeply through his nose and it takes everything in him not to go crazy at the thought, “You’re a virgin?”

Embarrassment floods your senses as you slowly nod, not able to get it out as he lets out a little gasp of shock, his cheeks flushing red as if he were the one in your position.

“Y/n, I…” He falters as he looks down, “I don’t want to be the one that…takes it. I m-mean, you want it to be with someone important, right? And I can’t imagine that it’s ever been something you’d look forward to… losing your virginity in a trailer that constantly smells like cheap cologne and weed. Sweetheart, I don’t want this to be s-something that you regret because-”

“Eddie,” You turned his face so that he was looking at you. Your thumb finds his cheek, and you rub up and down slowly, your own bottled-up emotions spilling out as you give him a weak laugh, “You are that important someone. Shit, I-I can’t imagine it being anybody else, you know? I probably trust you with my life and…listen, Eds, what I’m trying to say is...if you’re okay with it, I am too.” The smile you give him could power up his weak self for decades to come and even then he could run on the mere thought of your words playing endlessly in your mind.

He feels like maybe, somehow, this is his own heaven. That he waited long enough to feel you kissing him as if time was running out as if the world was going to stop spinning and the two of you only had so many minutes left to make the most of it.

“You’re sure?” He’s chewing on his lips nervously because deep down he knows that there’s no way you’d want this. You're miles away from his league, lightyears ahead of someone he could even call a friend. He wanted your first time to be somewhere meaningful, somewhere that he could confess his yearning feelings and have you listen. But even now you seemed to be content with him, pulling him closer to your body.

A beat follows and you slowly nod.

“Yeah…let’s see if you can live up to the Munson name.”

The two of you are terribly coordinated, but it results in laughs and giggles as you fall back onto his bed with you situated on his lap, just like you were earlier in the night but this time with much more feelings behind the action.

“Getting a little bit of déjà vu right now, no?” He muttered and you snorted, your hands moving across his chest as you eagerly tried to lift it up. You couldn’t have done it without his help but Eddie still looks at you as if you’ve hung the moon and stars, “Huh…” He moves up your shirt, pointing to the area around your stomach, “You have a birthmark here. It’s cute-”

“You talk a lot for somebody who’s about to get very lucky, Munson.” You say, cutting him off with a laugh and he does the same, straddling your hips in his large hands as he moves you to be over his crotch, letting out a little moan as you rub against his erection.

You pause for a second as you take him in, your head tilting to the side as you give a smile far too innocent for the situation he was in. After all these years of knowing Eddie, you had how you’re suddenly coming to realize just how pretty he was, how his skin was soft and his tattoos trail further down than you thought.

“Hey,” He muttered, tapping your cheek as he shot you a shy smile, “Everything good so far? Want to stop?”

“No, no,” You stutter out, nervous as he waits for you to gather yourself up, “It’s just that…you’re really nice to look at, Munson.”

He groans out at your confession, blushing an even deep red. His lips pout slightly as he brings your hands up to his lips, pressing kisses against your knuckles and fingers, kissing your palm and wrist as he tries to cover every inch of your skin with himself.

“Well, Y/n, you are just simply irresistible.”

“...really?” Your voice is small in the open space of his room, suddenly shy with the amount of attention you were receiving all at once. Especially because this attention was so tooth-rottenly sweet that you felt like you could melt into a little puddle and still be happy.

“More captivating than anything I’ve ever seen in my life, sweetheart. Swear it on my life. And my guitar.”

And you giggle, rubbing at your eyes as you try to convince yourself that this was really happening. And it was because the more you moved the more Eddie’s smile fell and turned into something more sinful, something that reminded you that the two of you were about to cross a line into unknown territory.

“O-oh, fuck, wait,” Eddie groans at the way you rub your aching cunt up and down his jeans, your own cunt clenching at the mere thought of having him inside you, “That’s - that’s, fuck, you don’t have to do that.” He's lying because he can’t seem to make you stop, only gripping your ass with more strength as he moves you up and down, guiding you on how to ride him to maximize both of your pleasures.

“Eddie,” You whimper as your clit rubs against his sheathed cock, the sensation more tantalizing than anything your fingers have given you, “You’re - you’re gonna have to walk me through some things b-because I’m a little bit clueless when it comes to this.” You try to laugh but it turns into a breathy moan as Eddie lifts your shirt up, easily taking it off as you lift your arms up for him.

You let out another whimper as he sees your bra, his hands moving up to trace the delicate lace around your breasts, his own brain shutting down as some carnal desire bleeds into rational thought as he expertly unclasps it in a swift motion.

“Eddie!” You squeal when your bra falls down your arms, your hands subconsciously covering your chest as you laugh in shock, “Give me a little warning before you do something like - like that.” And it’s not that you're mad, no, you could never be mad at Eddie. It’s the fact that nobody's ever seen you in such a vulnerable and open position before. But he didn’t even have to speak, the simple way he looked up at you adoringly was enough to soothe your tense nerves.

“Sorry,” He bites out, biting his lips when he gently takes your wrists in his hands as he looks up at you, “Tell me if I’m going too fast, okay?” His words are so sweet you think that they must be dipped in honey. He can coax you out of any state you’re in and put you in a mindless trance. So the only thing you can do is nod as your hands fall back down to his naked chest, holding you up as he slowly reaches up.

Your breasts are soft against the rough padding of his fingertips after years of playing guitar, molding to his every touch and squeeze as your eyes flutter shut at the alien sensation. You feel him wanting to go slow, not wanting to push your boundaries as he flicked his thumb over your nipples. Your stomach clenches and he notes the movement, so he does it again, this time quicker, and to both of them. He can see how your lips are trembling, your hands gripping onto him with every fiber of your being.

“So fucking pretty, holy - fuck,” It’s so soft that he feels that his jeans are growing obnoxiously tight, and everything around him seems to be spinning, “You're so s-soft and so fucking sweet, god, you’re gonna - gonna make me cum by just looking at you.”

His hands trail up your back, pushing you a little bit down and he meets you halfway in another kiss, swiping his tongue against your lips as he groans at the taste of your spit, hungrily licking it up because he couldn’t get enough of it.

Precum stains his boxers as he feels your bare chest rub against his, your nipples driving him crazy as he cups your ass, grinding you on his dick as he kisses your neck, leaving wet splotches in his wake as he sucks marks along the line of your collarbone. The feeling is foreign to you, but each time he bites and sucks at your supple skin you feel yourself clench your thighs together, running your hand through his hair as you try to bring him closer, not able to get enough of the feeling.

“Wait, wait,” He stammers, stopping your hips as you whine against his neck, but he only smiles at your skin, kisses the top of your breasts as he tries to hold you in place, “I need to prep you first.”

And your brows furrowed in confusion at what that meant, but before you could even question him, Eddie’s grippe your thighs, flipping you around on the bed as you let out a little yelp at the sudden change. He moves so that your legs are in between his, and he gently spreads your knees apart, your breasts heaving up and down as you watch him flash you a little wink.

His hands move up to your stomach, stopping at the waistbands of your shorts as he looks up at you, waiting for your confirmation. When you give him a tentative nod, he gently tugs it down, giving you a knowing smile as you lift your legs up for him. You watch with a lovesick grin as he carefully folds them up, placing them to the side as he pats your knees, giving you a little kiss as his thumb runs dangerously low to your covered clit.

“Polka dot panties, huh?” He murmurs and you groan, your hands going up to cover your eyes as he chuckles, “What? It’s cute, nothing to be ashamed about, sweetheart.”

You mutter something and he can't make it out, but he still smiles, letting go of your knee as he rests it out on the bed, relaxing down onto the covers as his fingers trail up your bare thighs, gripping and kneading them as he kisses the skin leading up to your most sensitive part.

“Shit, this shit’s gonna drive me crazy, y’know that, right? Only thing I’m gonna think about for the next couple of months is this, and your skin that’s just so fucking s-soft, shit. Fuck, and this?” He cups your mound as you squirm around at the feeling, his fingers trailing up and down where your folds would be as presses down, a moan falling from his lips as he sees a wet patch forming between his fingers, “More fucking addictive than anything I’ve ever seen. Don’t think I’m ever gonna let you go after this, yeah? You’re so fucking perfect, you d-drive me crazy - fuck - every day, and you don’t even know it,” He presses a kiss to your cunt and your breathing nearly stips as he plays with the hem, “Think you’ll let me take these off for you sweetheart?”

The only thing you can give him is a nod and a mess of words that fall from your lips as he gently tugs them down, your panties almost stuck to the slick that you’ve produced in these past couple of minutes as Eddie almost drops dead at the sight of your bare pussy. He tugs them down your legs, placing them next to your shorts as he takes in a shuddering heave.

You’re more beautiful than he could have ever imagined, and he knows that this is going to be a night he’ll never forget for the rest of his life. He watches as your walls flutter around nothing, your cunt clenching as you seem to just be waiting for him.

“Oh, f-fuck,” He mutters as he rubs at your essence, “You’re making a mess already and I haven’t even touched you. Shit, you’re gonna make me go crazy.” His pointer finger trails up and down your lips, and sweat little moans Espace your mouth as he continues to map out the delicate skin of your cunt.

“Is it okay if I stretch you out a little bit? I have to prepare you, sweetheart, don’t wanna hurt you. I’ll be slow, okay?” He breathes deeply, his eyes turning a dark brown, almost black as he takes in the sight of your naked body lying underneath him.

“O-okay, Eddie, p-please…just touch me…” You can barely talk in your uneven breaths, and Eddie will gladly soak in that at a later time, but he knows that now is not the time to do it. So he obliges, taking his long finger as he gently and carefully pushes it into your pussy, the two of you letting out moans as he feels you instantly sucking him in.

“Alright - oh shit, wait,” He stops, and you look back down at him to see him wringing the rings off of his rings, a little pile collecting in his palm after he’s done taking them all off. You watch as he looks around, not knowing where to put them as you wave your hand in front of his face.

“I can be the ring bearer…if you want, of course.” You whisper, hating your choice of words as his eyes widen for a second.

But then a boyish grin breaks onto his face as he gives you a slight nod, pulling your hand closer to him as he begins to stack the rings on different fingers, his own little system to where they all went. When he was done he could barely breathe straight and you had to tap his forehead to get him back into reality again.

“So fucking hot, damn,” He murmurs, kissing the back of your hand as he goes back to what he was doing, his bare and slender finger pushing past your entrance as he caught you off - guard, “Sweetheart, you’re - you’re so fucking tight,” He murmurs as he curls his finger a bit, your eyes rolling back into your head as he hits that spongy spot inside of you, “You're sucking in in s-so well, Y/n, you’re doing amazing, k-keep on doing that, fuck.”

“E-Eddie…!” Your toes curl as he adds in another finger, his tongue finding your swollen clit as he gives it a slow kitten lick, his eyes widening as he laps up more and more of your sweet taste, “S-so good! Fuck, that’s so good…mph!” You try to muffle your cries with your hand, biting down on the back of it as he pumps his fingers in and out, your eyes never leaving the way a string of you connects his fingers to your entrance.

He goes a little bit quicker, slurping around your clit as the obscene noise fills your ears, making you almost go numb until that was the only thing you could hear.

“Eddie, faster, go faster…please!” And it’s not like you to beg, you normally like working hard for something, but Eddie can’t even find it in himself to taunt you right now as you unravel so beautifully under him, your tits jiggling as you hopelessly ride his fingers.

“Whatever you want.”

So he quickened his pace, his fingers curling up and continuously hitting your g-spot as you grow wetter around him, his tongue coming down as his thumb occupies your swollen bundle of nerves. His muscle helps out with his fingers, whatever room there was left he swirling it around, feeling up your walls as your legs began to shudder around him.

“F-fuck, Eddie, that feels so fucking good!” Your fingers move into his hair, wrapping around his curls as you begin to move him up and down, controlling the pace and where you want him to be as you wrap your legs around his torso. He can feel the coldness of his rings bite at his skin, the temperature difference making him hiss out, but he knows he can’t get enough of the feeling.

“Y-yeah? Well, I can fucking feel it. You’re soaking. Wouldn’t be surprised if my bedsheets are all ruined after this,” He kissed your clit as his fingers went even faster, “Go on - do it. Make a fucking a mess. I wanna see you cum. Wanna see you cum so bad. Come on, you can do it. You’re such a fucking good girl f’me, listening to everything I say.” He grubs as your walls clench around him even tighter, his tongue coating in your sweetness as he can't seem to get enough of the taste.

It’s all so filthy, you mindlessly note. How he’s eating out like you were his last meal and he practically needs you to survive. Everything he’s doing is enough to make you grow wetter around him, and you know it’s only so much longer away until he drives you to your breaking point.

“Eddie, I’m - I’m gonna…” Your tongue lolls out as you feel it all washing over you, your first climax of the night causing you to almost lose sense in everything that wasn’t focused on Eddie as you cum around his finger

“There you go, y-yeah, fuck! That’s it, come on princess.” He stammers, egging you on as you spasm around him, your cunt clenching down on him so tightly that you refuse to let him go. He can see white painting his fingers, and the sight of your cum almost makes him release himself all over his boxers, and it takes a lot of willpower to control himself as he slowly brings his finger out of your fluttering hole.

“Holy fucking shit,” He whispers, looking at the mess underneath you as his eyes rake back up to you, “You good up there?”

“Just p-peachy, Munson.” You say, mirroring his old words and he chuckles, crawling back up to you as his thumbs rub at your chin. He moves it down for you and you comply, feeling him stick his two fingers flat down on your tongue as you close your mouth around him. You moan at the tangy taste of yourself on him, swirling your tongue around him as his pants tighten at the feeling, everything about this just so fucking hot that he hopes he has it engrained in every single nook and cranny of his memory.

“You’re gonna make me cream my pants if you keep doing that,” He whispers and you smile up innocently, your eyes wide as if to ask: me?

He brings his fingers out as you release him with a pop, and he leans down to press a chaste kiss against your lips, your essence, your saliva, and everything else mixing with his as you two fall into a trance at the addicting taste.

He goes to say something but stops when he feels your hands trailing down, pawing at the zipper of his jeans as he almost collapses on top of you.

But he controls himself, his hand circling around your wrist as he brings it up to his lips, kissing or fingers as he runs a hand adoringly across your cheeks, feeling like every emotion he’s been keeping to himself for so long was spilling out in his movements.

“But…” You trail off, your lips turning into a frown in confusion as Eddie stops you, “I just want to help,” You cock a brow at the tent in his jeans, “And it really looks like you need it, Munson.”

He laughs, kissing your forehead as he shakes his head in strange defiance.

“As much as I would love, believe me, I would probably be over the moon any other day but,” He looks at you so adoringly, with so much care, and maybe even love in his eyes that you feel like you’re caught in a trance, “I don’t want you doing this for your first time, okay? Just let me take care of everything, yeah? And then…maybe, if you’d like, I can show you how to do it a-another time?”

You nod against his lips, your hands curling around his neck as you bring him down, feeling like your chest is about to explode from everything he’s making you feel.

“Another time, really? You promise?” And you say it like you couldn’t believe he’d want to spend more time with you, however outrageous the thought is. Because in your mind you simply can’t fathom how somebody like him could want to make more space for you. Fuck, if only you knew he’d really attempt to move mountains (really, he would) if you asked him to.

“Oh,” He scoffs, his thumbs making little parentheses against the growing crown of your lips, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You grin, and you slowly watch through half-lidded eyes as he ducks down, making another wet trail of kisses from the valley of your breasts, taking his time as he goes down to your stomach, his hands gripping at your love handles as he suddenly stops, remembering that he was still clothed waist down.

He unbuckles his belt, slowly unraveling it from his jeans as he throws it aside into a corner of his room. Eddie then goes to his jeans, groaning slightly as he shuffles a bit, taking them off next as they join his belt.

But what you were waiting for most was him as he found the top of his boxers, a bead of precum staining through them, a telltale sign that he must have been torturously edging himself this entire time.

You watch him silently, your uneven breaths filling the air as he tugs them down, his cock springing free as he sighs in relief at the feeling.

You didn’t know what to expect, school never really taught you much other than how to put a condom on, but it certainly wasn’t this. He was huge, and you were definitely sure that as much as your friend likes to rave about their boyfriends, Eddie would beat them all by a mile.

He was long, a being traveling up to mean his angry, leaking head. There was a little tuft of brown curls waiting at his base, his ball sack hanging low as you licked your lips at the sight. It all happens in a matter of seconds but you feel like eons pass before Eddie does anything.

“Remind me to buy some film, yeah? Wanna take a picture of you like this. Need something to give my wallet to some company.”

“You’re a tease, Munson. You say this and you’d probably cream on the spot whenever you’d open it.”

He scoffs, shaking his head as he swipes at your knees, the joyous smile on your face melting the apprehension in the room. He leans over your chest, looking for the drawer on his bedside table as he pulls it out, searching around for the box of condoms.

He pulls it out, shaking the box a bit as you watch him visibly sink with disappointment.

“What?” You ask, worried at his sudden change in attitude.

“I’m out.” He murmurs in a dejecting tone as he sinks to his knees, his hair falling around his shoulder as he throws the box angrily at his lampshade.

Your brows furrow as you sit up, resting back on your elbows as you fiddle with his necklace, moving his guitar pick around as you shrug, giving him a sheepish and wavering look as you pout a little bit.

“Can't you just…pull out?”

His eyes fall to yours as his lips part.

“Pull out?”

You squint, looking over to his window as you try not to smile.

“Yeah, just…pull out. Finish on my boobs or face, whatever you prefer.”

Eddie’s mouth runs dry at the thought, huffing out a little laugh for your sake. Going raw in you for the first time, feel you all around him as he finishes in white ropes, marking you with his seed. It’s enough to put him in a little trance, and you have to snap in front of his face to snap him out of it.

“That could work…right?” You watch as he nods slowly, thoughts running through his head as he gives a tentative nod at your idea.

“It’s not safe, sweetheart. Don’t want to risk it.” He cups your face, his thumbs moving across your face as heat blossoms in their wake.

“I can take something tomorrow.”

Eddie still looks unsure, but you move his jaw so that he is looking at you, not wanting him to get lost in his own little world as his thoughts spiral.

“It’s okay, Eddie, p-please, just whatever you do… please just fuck me tonight. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it if you d-dont.” It’s the truth because Eddie finally had his hold on you, and you didn't know that if he didn’t do it with you tonight if you’d ever be able to feel the same you were as you felt with him right now.

“Are you sure?”

You nod, giving him a small smile as you crawl up to his lap, situating your entrance right above him as his eyes flutter shut as he feels his head running up against your bare cunt.

“Never been more sure in my life.”

He groans, his hands coming back to your hips as he nods with you, giving up his resolve as he slowly pushes you down while moving himself up, a string of curses falling from his lips as he feels your wetness around him, the feeling of you clenching on his cock ingraining into both of your minds.

“F-fuck! That’s so fucking amazing, I’m gonna, gonna go insane. You’re clenching so tightly, and fuck,” He whines at the way your cunt looks swallowing his dick whole, “You look so fucking beautiful right now, Y/n, wish I could take a picture. Wish this could last forever - shit - you’re t-tight. You have to let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?” He stays in you for a couple of seconds, wanting you to get adjusted to his size as your walls get used to him.

“Okay, okay Eddie…please, can you please just go f-faster?” He almost loses his grip on you as the words tumble out of your mouth.

“Yeah, just,” He grips your ass, pulling you up as he gives up, losing all the control he had as he ushes up in you in one swift motion, dirty moans falling from your lips as his hips begin to thrust up into you, the feeling a little painful but deliriously amazing, “Fuck, sweetheart you- you feel so good! Better than anything I could have imagined. You’re so fucking perfect for me, j-just like you were made for this cock. You were, y-yeah? Made all for me?” You quickly nod against his neck, your wet lips finding his collarbone as you suck onto his skin, not knowing how to control your moans as he sets the pace for the two of you.

“You’re so good, Eddie!” You cry, your eyes watering as little tears fall down your cheek, watching your chin as the salty flavor fall against his chest, “S’big, Eddie. S’big and so fucking g-good!”

“Oooh, fuck, you’re clenching down on me so fucking tightly, Y/n, just, just fuck,” He groans, his cock pulsating inside you as he feels your essence slick down to coat his balls, “Shit, you’re so dirty. This is so fucking dirty, yeah? You feeling g-good, sweetheart?”

“S’good Eddie!” Your cry out, “I can’t - can’t feel anything other than your cock, Eds!” Your words slur together as his hand travels down to your clit, rubbing at it quickly as your eyes roll back at all the different sensations.

Your moans travel around him, filling up the room as he whines into your ear, biting at your lobe as everything becomes too much for him. The way your walls gripped up on him, the way his vein dragged up and down, his head continuously hitting your g-spot, you felt like you could die right here and die happy.

It’s all so much as he continues to fuck into you, his dick filling you up so nicely that everything felt like a fever dream.

“You’re clenching down on me so t-tightly. Are you gonna cum? Come on sweetheart, cum f’me, you can do it, fuck, I know you can…”

“Eddie! Eddie, I’m g-gonna, Eddie, I’m….ohhh!” You wail out, seeing white as your toes curl, your nails digging into his back as your climax suddenly hits you as you gush around him, spraying his abdomen as he almost collapses at the feeling of you cumming around him.

“Fuck, fuck, holy mother of all that is g-good…” He pulls out, his own release painting your tits white, some of it spraying across your chin as he sets you down on the mattress, the two of you heaving heavily as try to come to terms with what just happened.

He swipes at his cum, dragging his finger back up to your lips, just as he did before as you suck it off, the salty taste something you knew you’d get addicted to as you suck his pointer finger clean.

His eyes travel across your naked and wrecked body, how your release is spilled underneath you, tainting his bedsheets into a deeper color as your breasts are covered in what was left of him. Everything just looked so sinful, so wrong, and so unlike the two of you. But even with that, it all just felt so fucking good.

“Hey, you there Munson?” You tapped his thigh, dragging your finger up and down the muscle as you massaged it a bit.

“In the flesh.” He teased, kissing you again as he taps your cheek, moving off of you as his dick grows soft. He looks around his bed for a clean towel and he grins in triumph when he finds his own, just fresh from the wash as he brings it up to your covered chest.

He wipes at your face, smiling at your fuck out expression as he loving stares back at you.

“Everything feel alright?” He asks, worried that he was too rough, too fast, and too mean for your first time, but you give him a happy shake of your head, your lips pulling back to reveal that gorgeous smile that always made his stomach flutter.

“Better than alright.” You answer, your hands going to find him as you give it a little squeeze.

Eddie stares at your chest until he clears his throat, finding your shirt as he passes it to you, covering up your exposed breasts almost as though he hadn’t been going crazy over them minutes ago.

Seconds pass, and now quiet fills the once loud room. The two of you can’t seem to bring yourself to speak in worry of ruining whatever flame it was that was just sparked moments ago.

Years spent as friends never prepared the two of you for something like this. His chest and forehead are lined with sweat, and you doubt you look any better as you feel your mascara and eyeliner smudging underneath your eyes. Everything was just so filthy that it felt out of place for how sweet and innocent your friendship used to be.

But the more you look at him the more your heart betrays you.

In the moments between whatever that was, you saw glimpses of Eddie you could never see as just being his friend. You saw his slow and caring side, the one that made the feelings in you turn into a pulp of a ball because you knew nobody else would treat you with the tenderness Eddie Munson did.

And so it freaked you out. What if you lost him after this? Would he even look at you? It’s difficult, you know, for the two of you to pretend like nothing ever happened. But it’s slow and impending as the realization hits you. It’s that you never want to forget this. You never want to forget the way Eddie Munson held you with such gentleness, or kissed you with such fever that you felt like you’d go dizzy if it wasn’t for his strong arms.

“Want your rings back?” You ask. It’s a simple question but it works to lighten the mood. You watch Eddie grin, looking at your hands bared in his own sort of mark as he shakes his head.

“Hold on to them a little bit longer f’me?”

You smile to yourself, twirling the pieces around on your fingers as you wait for him to say something else. You knew that if it came down to the two of you, Eddie was always more confident, but right now, he seemed more closed off than you’ve ever seen him.

“So…what now?” You quietly say, your fingers fiddling with each other as you glance over at him.

The question hands heavy in the air as the two of you wonder the same thing.

Eddie looks down, tenseness filling his shoulder that maybe this was it. This was the end of your friendship, and there was no way to recover from this because honestly, how could you? It’d be too awkward to continue as just friends, and he didn’t know if you felt the same way about him as he felt for you.

He didn’t want to lose you. He knew that if he had to, he’d just put this memory on the back burner. Pretend like it never happened. But the gut feeling in him, the one that perhaps even started this whole mess in the first place, was telling, no, begging him to continue. To see what happens if he pushes the limits of what “just friends” do.

“Well,” He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes finding yours as he shot a tiny smile, “If you want… I can still live up to that Munson name. O-only if you want me to, of course.” He starts out, simple enough so that you could reject the idea if you didn't want to go any further.

But your head tilts to the side, a hopeful smile making its way onto your face as something teasing gleams in the irises of your eyes.

“Oh yeah?” Your brows raise as he nods, scoffing that you could even question the Munson name. Your question spurs him on more, and he chuckles, nodding at your sliver of doubt as his thumb rubs across your cheek.

“Yeah,” He pokes your side as you let out a little giggle, the two of you easing into something that was in between friends and something more, “I’d take you to the carnival, the one right outside Hawkins. I’d win you one of those obnoxiously big stuffed penguins because you’d want one, right?” You nod, giggling as he continues, some of his confidence returning as he steadies himself back down on the mattress, his hands moving quickly as he tries to paint the picture for you.

“Then I’d take you for some ice cream. Or sundaes, if you’re up for it after all the popcorn I shove down your throat,” You laugh out loud, the sound carefree as your eyes are wide in clear joy, and Eddie can’t help but laugh too as he continues, “We can watch that new Tom Cruise movie, what is it, Top Gun? Yeah?” You’re laughing loudly at his silly antics, no longer worried about what’s going to happen because you want to see what Eddie’s going to do.

“And after the movies, I can drop you off at your house, give you a little good night kiss as I sail home on my van.”

You beam up at him, sitting on your knees as you try to match his height, pretending to contemplate and think about his most delightful offer as Eddie begins to wrap his arms around your waist.

“That’s only if you’re willing to take a chance on me, though. Are you up for it, sweetheart?”

And there was no possible way to say no to him as you leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you as you giggled against the kiss, your arms steadying themselves on his shoulder as you told him all he needed to know.

“Never letting go of you, Munson. Said it yourself; I stick and never let go.”

He chuckles into the kiss, his smile radiating, brighter than any light in the room as he held you there in his arms, not ready to let go of you because at that moment he knew he never could.

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Devil Horns & Mary Jane

Virgin!Eddie X Reader

(a/n hiiiii long time no see! Its been awhile but i am so glad to be back and bee bopping around brain rot city with @lofaewrites ! boy have i been cooking up some stuff in the kitchen for you guys! here’s my attempt at willing summer away, i mean it's practically halloween, right?)

“For the last time I am not driving you to some haunted woods all the way in bum-fuck Indiana,” Eddie shouts, settling in on the couch with a bowl of popcorn.

“Eddie, please,” Dustin begs, plopping down beside him, grabbing onto Eddie’s shoulder and shaking it.

“Yeah, please Eddie. You promised you would take us to a haunted house this year!” Mike chimes in, pleading eyes looking down at Eddie.

“I promised I would take you but I’m not taking you tonight, I have plans,” he motions to the TV in front of him, some horror film playing at a low volume.

“Now shoo-'' Dustin's hand comes to shush Eddie, pointer finger smushed to Eddie’s pink lips.

“I’ll tell them about what's under--'' It's Eddie’s turn to shush Dustin, his whole hand quick to cover Dustin’s mouth.

“Enough of that. Alright kids, load up,” Dusting snickers as he follows Eddie and his friends out of the trailer.

The kids all pile in his van, Dustin settling in the front seat. Eddie’s hand smacks his as he attempts to change the radio, turning it back to his usual rock station.

The drive takes them out of town to a more rural area, the haunted woods and corn maze stretching for several acres. Eddie parks the Van, boots crunching in gravel as he steps out of the vehicle. He stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket, withdrawing a pack of camels. He lights one, taking several drags before stopping under a tree.

“I’ll be waiting here for you guys,” he sends the group a salute as he leans up against the trunk.

“Nope, you’re coming,” Max states bluntly, walking towards him and plucking the cigarette from his pursed lips before stomping on it.

“Oof, alright,” Eddie raises his eyebrows before begrudgingly following the group toward the entrance of the haunted woods.

“Beware!!” A badly dressed clown screams on Eddie’s right, causing Dustin to jump.

“Oh this is going to be so epic,” Dustin says as he bumps into Eddie. He shrugs him off and straightens out his shoulders.

The group pushes its way through a badly shredded sheet that is covered in fake blood, Eddie chuckles nervously to himself before entering through the “Gates of Hell”.

They walk for a bit through the woods, witches and zombies popping out periodically to try and get a rise out of the group. Eddie usually sees it coming, but still jumping at the inevitable scare.

They make it to a small cabin in the middle of the woods, glass windows broken, Cobwebs stretching across the porch, the whole nine yards. Eddie ducks into the small doorway, being the first of his group to make the journey inside. He feels it out once he is in, the strobing lights making his head spin as he tries to make his way forward.

Dustin follows in shortly after, putting his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, causing Eddie to jump. He shakes his head, hair tossing back in Dustin’s face. The group trudges forward, making it halfway through the house with no scares. Eddie is pretty sure the house is vacant of haunt employees. He begins to relax, shrugging Dustin’s hands off his shoulders as he makes his way through the house.

He makes it to the bathroom where a bathtub sits. He begins to notice bubbles forming in the tub, getting closer to investigate despite his judgment. When he is standing over the tub, something jumps out, right in Eddie’s face. Eddie is quick to squeal, hands taking position before punching in front of him at the mass that just emerged from the bathtub.

“Fuck-ow ow ow,” he pulls his hand back, shaking it out before realizing what just happened.

He punched someone.

He punched an employee.

He rushes back to the tub, his hands coming to pull the workers mask off to reveal a doe eyed girl with the bloodiest of noses.

“Shit shit shit. I am so sorry,” He grabs the bandana that is stuck in his back pocket and presses it to your nose.

You let yourself be held up by Eddie as he walks you through the rest of the house, your mind is so fuzzy you’re not really sure what is going on.

He shakes your shoulder once you make it outside, looking down at you, his face illuminated by the residual strobing lights bleeding through the panes of the broken windows.

He’s pretty, bangs disheveled and sticking to his forehead, leather jacket broadening his shoulders, pink tongue poking out from between his plump lips.

“Hey, Hey c'mon l-look at me,” he says from above you, your eyes finally focused on his, a grimace forming on your face as you come to.

“Did you punch me?” you question, hand finally coming to rub under your nose, blood painting your fingers. His hand comes to rub at the back of his neck, a shy smile forming on his face as he does so.

“Yes?” he almost questions, “But, I am so so sorry, I did not expect someone to pop out of there. I’ve never even been to a haunted house before, I just say I like them so my friends don’t think I’m lame. I’m actually really terrified of them? I’ve never even punched someone before, not even when I got beat up in midd-”

“Eddie! For god’s sake let Y/N breathe,” Dustin groans, “Hi, Y/N. Are you okay?” He questions, coming to kneel beside you.

“Yeah Dusty, I’m ok,” you say, smiling at him.

“Y/N? Dusty?” Eddie asks, confused.

“Y/N is my neighbor, it’s how I heard about the haunted woods in the first place,” Dustin reveals, holding his hand out to you in order to help you off the porch steps.

Eddie reaches his arm out, offering it to you. You take it, looping your arm in his as you walk down the hill and towards the exit of the haunted woods.

The two of you make small talk as you walk down, Eddie even lighting a cigarette and offering it to you. You decide fuck it after the night you’ve had and take several drags before giving it back to Eddie.

“I really am so sorry I punched you,” Eddie says as he looks down at you, “I-I dont like hit women or anything like that, I didn’t even know you were a woman. Just like a mass of moss or something gross like th-”

“EDDIE!” you shout playfully, “Stop with the nervous rambling, it's fine! My nose isn’t broken and you got me out of work for the night,”

“Seriously? No “I’m gonna press charges”? You do know who I am right? Half the town wants to see me in jail,” he states bluntly.

“You’re a dork,” you say with a shrug, “I don’t think you’d survive in jail so I decided to spare you,”

“Okay, ouch. I am not a dork,” Eddie defends, eyes trained forward as he walks with you.

“What do you do in your free time?”

“Play D&D, read, write music, watch horror films,” he states obviously.

“See, dork,” you bump your hip with his, smiling as you do so. Eddie meets your smile with a frown, his eyebrow furrowing as he looks at you.

“Hey, c'mon you punched me in the face. I can say you’re a dork. Plus, I never said being a dork was a bad thing,” you reveal, arm unlocking from his as you approach a trailer that served as your bosses office. He was understanding as to what happened but had to understandingly ban Eddie from the haunted woods for the foreseeable future.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders at the news, stepping out of the trailer with you.

“It’s better than spending a night in jail,” Eddie says, digging in his pocket for his keys.

“C’mon kids, load up,” Eddie shouts before turning back towards you.

“Do you need a ride?” Eddie questions as he shoves his thumb towards his van.

You shake your head, pulling his bandana away from your nose.

“Nah I got it, I’ll see you around?” you ask, “Gotta clean this up and give it to you somehow,”

“I’m sure I’ll see you soon,” Eddie responds. He gives you a small wave before retreating to his van.

Eddie slides into the driver’s seat of the van, starting it up and peeling out of the gravel lot.

“Dude- I can’t believe you punched her,” Dustin yells over the music.

“Shut up, Dusty,” Eddie sneers.

“And your hopeless attempt at flirting with her, oh my god you were so bad dude!” Dustin laughs at Eddie, his heart breaking a little bit at his words.

Dustin was right. Eddie was hopeless when it came to women. His attempt at flirting tonight simply bleeding into embarrassing stories about himself. He was sure he blew it, no he was certain he had blown it. You can’t punch a pretty girl in the face and expect anything to go anywhere after that.

Eddie goes home that night, kicking himself mentally for how the evening went. He wishes he could be normal. He wishes his brain wouldn’t short circuit when a woman checked him out at the grocery store. He wishes he could be confident in himself. He wishes he wasn’t so fucking weird.

That’s what Eddie Munson is, he decides. A weird, dorky, nerd. He’s going to die a virgin, he’s sure of it.

He wakes the next morning with his hand throbbing. He groans when he thinks about how you feel if his hand feels the way it does. He rolls out of bed, opening and closing his hand, wincing at each contract of his skin.

He ends up running late to work, van speeding down the road as he nears the vinyl shop. He pulls in right at 10, practically jumping out of his van and speed walking towards the entrance. He unlocks the door, pushing inside and turning on the lights.

He’s busy putting on a record to play in the shop when the bell above the door begins to ring. He turns when he hears it, smiling when he sees who he’s met with.

It's you. You’re wearing a pink skirt, a cream sweater thrown over it, not how Eddie would have ever imagined you to dress.

“Y-Y/N?” Eddie stutters, record needle scratching loudly as he drops it.

“Hi, Eddie,” you walk towards the counter, in the light of the storefront he sees that your right eye has turned a bright purple.

“Shit- I’m so sorry,” Eddie rasps, wincing as you tilt your face up to reveal the bruise on your cheek.

“Had to make you feel a little more sorry for me,” you say with a small chuckle. Eddie flashes you pleading eyes, silently begging you to stop messing with him.

“Hey, it’s okay! I actually just came to bring this back,” you dig into your baby pink purse, pulling out Eddie’s now clean bandana.

“I uh, asked Dustin where I could find you,”

Eddie smiles and takes the bandana from your hand, tucking it into his back pocket.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” He sends you a salute as you back away from the counter.

“See ya around Eddie,”

The next time you show up to his work, Eddie is high. He’d taken a few dabs in his car on his lunch break. The weed really takes over when you walk in. Pretty blue skirt flowing behind you, an oversized white sweater brushing the hem of your skirt causes his heart to do tiny little flips.

“Hey Eddie,” you squeak as you approach him. The bruise around your eye is almost completely healed and the swelling in your nose has gone down tremendously. You look better and Eddie is so happy to see that.

“Hey trouble,” he rasps, a dopey smile on his face. He walks to where you’re standing, stopping once he reaches you, leaning over the counter. He smacks his gum, elbows resting on the glass as he looks down at you.

“Trouble?” you quirk an eyebrow, hand on your hip as you scowl at him playfully.

“It fits, sue me. What brings you in?” Eddie questions, rounding the counter and settling next to you. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms and legs as he looks over the expanse of the store.

“Need a birthday present for a coworker. He’s throwing a halloween party for his birthday. He’s into stuff like you. Ya know, dorky stuff, metal, the whole lot,”

“Ah, I got just the thing. Iron Maiden released a new album this past month, just got the vinyls and 8 tracks in,”

He makes his way to the ‘new arrivals’ section of the store, fingers skimming through records effortlessly.

“Aha, here it is!” he shouts, handing it to you with a bow. He feels more confident like this, high and able to flirt and exist around you.

“Milady…” he ushers you back to the counter, ringing you up. He bags your purchase, carefully handing it over the counter.

“Have a good one, trouble,” he says with a smirk on his lips. You wave a small goodbye but stop before you’re able to make it out the door. You turn on your heels marching right up to Eddie Munson.

“Will you be my date to this thing?” You’re standing right infront of him, so close you can smell weed, cigarettes and his cologne.

“A Halloween party?” Eddie questions, head ticking to the side as he ponders the idea.

“Sure thing, I’ll pick you up?” you nod and pluck a pencil out of the jar by the register, writing down your address on a scrap piece of your receipt. You hand it to Eddie, smiling widely as he takes it.

“7:00?”

“7:00, sweetheart,”

Eddie’s heart is pounding. He’s sure he’s on the verge of either keeling over or running for the hills. His high has worn off and he’s 99% sure any and all ability to be normal has left the building. His hands are shaking as he clips in his little red devil horns. He backs up from the mirror and looks at himself. Red sweater, black jeans and black boots was tonight’s ensemble. He adjusts the little horns in his hair, fluffing his bangs before walking out to the living room, hands still shaking as he collects his keys.

“I’ll be late Wayne,” He shouts to his Uncle in the Kitchen. With that, he makes his way out to his van, hopping in and lighting a cigarette to help calm his nerves.

He makes his way to your house, the ride and nicotine somewhat soothing his nerves. You see his van at the curb and bid your mom goodbye, stepping out into the cold October air. Eddie feels all the air leave his chest as he looks at you as you come down your porch stairs. You’re in that same oversized white sweater except this time it's over a white tennis skirt. Your hair is down in braids, a little halo atop your head. Eddie is pretty sure he dreamed you up, there is no way you are real he thinks to himself.

You practically skip to Eddie’s van, Eddie getting out quickly in order to open the door for you. You slide into the passenger seat, Eddie climbing into the van shortly after.

“An angel huh?” he asks nervously, causing you to blush.

“Every devil needs his angel,” you shrug. It’s Eddie’s turn to blush, his red cheeks matching the horns tucked in his mess of curls.

You make conversation as you drive. Albeit awkward conversation, but conversation nonetheless. Your friends warned you about this, how awkward it would be but honestly, you liked it. You liked how you could get under Eddie Munson’s skin. And in return, Eddie makes your heart flutter. No matter how many times your friends told you he was awkward or a nerd, you couldn’t stop thinking of the brown eyed blubbering idiot.

You pull up to where the party is, a house on the outskirts of town. You spot a bonfire in the back surrounded by people, signaling that you’re at the right place. Eddie parks his van on the grass before getting out and rounding the car to help you out.

You both trudge through the grass, making it back to the bonfire, present in hand. Eddie hangs back while you converse with your friends. You down several drinks, drinking too fast and feeling a little woozy.

You find Eddie several minutes after you down your second drink. He has a red solo cup in hand, other hand in his pocket as he sips the mixture in the cup.

“Hey Eds,” You say with a smile.

“Trouble,”

“You’re being a wallflower,” You giggle, getting up on your tiptoes to adjust one of his horns.

“I-I just don’t know anyone,” He shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of his drink. You grab his hand once he’s done, dragging him to the fire and sitting on a log next to him.

You don’t let go of him, Eddie smiling when your thumb begins to rub circles on the back of his hand.

You comfort him for a moment before turning to him and beginning conversation.

“So- you don't talk much do you?” you question as you take a sip of your drink.

Eddie shakes his head, ducking it down in embarrassment.

“Hey hey, it’s okay!” you reveal, smiling at him when he snaps his head back up.

“I can talk enough for the both of us,” you babble, “My name's Y/N but you know that, and I know your name is Eddie,” vodka hits your tongue as you sip on your drink.

“You’re a dorky metalhead and you drive a rickety old van that smells like weed so I assume you smoke?” you ask as you raise your eyebrows.

“Deal. I uh- Deal,” Your eyes widen comically at his revelation.

“You deal drugs?” you whisper-yell, a chuckle rising out of Eddie at your reaction.

“Yeah, mostly bud,”

“Can we smoke?”

He simply nods. You get up from your place on the log, hand gripping his as you pull him back towards the van.

He opens the back for you, the two of you ducking in and settling in the back. He pulls out an old lunch box, digging in it until he can find his rolling papers. You watch him skillfully roll the joint, his hands finally steady.

He brings the joint to his lips, holding it there as he flicks his lighter. The end of the joint blooms red, smoke flowing from Eddie’s mouth as he exhales. Eddie passes you the spliff, smiling widely at your doe eyed expression.

You take a long drag, your exhale being cut off by dry coughing and hacking. Your cheeks burn bright red in the commotion. Eddie finds a half-drunk bottle of water and passes it to you. You hand him back the joint and gratefully accept the water, chugging the rest of the bottle.

The rest of your smoke sesh goes off without a hitch, the two of you giggling at anything and

everything.

“You talk more when you’re high,” Eddie stops rolling the second joint of the night, looking up at you.

“It’s hard making new friends. Weed makes me relax and not be so weird.” Eddie licks the rolling paper, focusing on the task at hand.

“You’re not weird..”

“Says the girl who called me a dork the second she met me,”

“I am pretty sure I have endless passes to call you a dork, you punched me in the face and all,” Eddie sucks in his breath through his teeth, holding his hand up in defense.

“What was a pretty thing like you doing working there anyways?” he takes a drag of the joint, inhaling deeply before blowing all the smoke in your face.

“Eddie? Pretty thing? Are you flirting with me?” you reach towards him, hands meeting as you pass the spliff between you two.

“I dunno trouble, am I?” he questions, mentally giving himself a pep talk to not screw this up.

Eddie shifts in his seat, turning to face you.

“Would that bother you? If I was?” Eddie asks sweetly, doe eyes looking down at you.

You shake your head, your heart races as he shifts closer to you. You’re sure he is going to kiss you, he's so close. Until, he isn't. He pulls away.

He casts his eyes downward, nerves in his belly rising.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?”

“I-I’ve never?”

“Kissed a girl?” you finish for him, your hand holding his as he nods his head.

“Well come here then,” You peck his lips a few times, finally deepening the kiss and showing Eddie what to do. He catches on fast, the kiss quickly turning messy and desperate. You're straddling his lap when your hands slide underneath Eddie’s red sweater, a whimper escaping his lips when your cold fingers brush against his middle.

“Can assume you haven’t done this either?” His eyes are blown wide as he looks up at you, lips pink and plump, cheeks red and splotchy.

He shakes his head. You cup his jaw in your hand, drawing him in for a kiss before you pull away and whisper in his ear.

“Just follow my lead,”

Eddie shudders as your breath hits his neck. His cock is straining so painfully against his zipper and he’s pretty sure if he doesn’t get relief soon, he’ll explode.

You sit back on your haunches, stripping yourself of your sweater and skirt, leaving you only in your halo.

If Eddie wasn’t already painfully hard, the sight before him is enough to do so. Your naked body dressed only in a halo while the moonlight bleeds into his van has his mind whirling. He’s certain he’s died and gone to heaven. Because if all angels looked like this, he’d be on his knees every night.

You giggle at the way he's staring, hands going to snake back under his sweater in order to strip it from his body. You pull it over his head, curls bouncing back to place after the sweater is fully removed, horns staying in place despite the disturbance.

You start to work on his pants, unbuckling his belt and popping the button of his jeans. You kiss him softly when you dip your hand into his boxers. You giggle when he hisses, kissing his jaw when the hiss turns into a needy moan. You pump him a few times before withdrawing your hand from his boxers.

“Let’s get out of these, yeah?” Eddie nods feverishly, gangly limbs moving fast to rid himself of his jeans. You draw in a breath when he is finally naked before you. He is so pretty, his cock is so pretty. It’s thick and just the right length, curving slightly to the left, following his hip bone and resting there.

“Lay on your back,” you instruct, grabbing a random pillow from the floor and shoving it under Eddie’s head.

“Now, enjoy yourself. Touch me however you want and for the love of god, don’t hold back,”

You throw your leg over his body, straddling his middle. You get on your knees, hovering above Eddie’s cock. You take it in your hand, direct it to your weeping hole, and sink down. You raise yourself slowly before dropping yourself back down, a little “oof” getting punched from Eddie’s lungs. You pick up your pace and deduce him to a moaning, needy mess.

“F-fuck trouble, I- I’m. I can’t-” Eddie’s hands come to rest on your hips, pushing you down, forcing himself deeper inside of you. You feel him twitching inside of you, cum leaking from you and down his balls.

Eddie is bright red when you look down at him, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to say something. He’s so caught up in his mind, reminding himself of how weird and pathetic he is he almost doesn't hear you.

“That. Was so hot,” you reveal, his spent cock now softening inside you.

Eddie chuckles, pushing you up his body to release his cock, settling you beside him. He draws you in tightly, your legs intertwined, cum leaking from you and staining the blanket beneath you.

“Have I broken you?” you ask as you trace the tattoos that litter Eddie’s chest.

“Somethin’ like that,” Eddie groans, lips coming to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

The two of you sit there for a moment, breathing falling in line as you both enjoy the presence of each other.

“You never told me why you work at a haunted house,” Eddie says, finally breaking the silence

“Oh- my brother is in charge of all the “cast members ", got me the gig and pays me well. Not really up my alley but it’s better than the mall,” you shrug, leaning up on your elbows to look outside.

“There’s more people outside, do you want to go back or…” Eddie quirks his eyebrow.

“Orrr…”

“We can do that again?”

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Forget What You've Heard E.M.

Line cook!Eddie Munson x Bartender!Reader

Sorry it took so long between posts! I've been working all day every day so it's busy over here. I hope you enjoy!

I do not give permission for my work to be copied / posted as original work on any platform.

Your favorite co-worker's flirty nature is your favorite part of the workday, but is it genuine? Someone is feeding you lies just as your patrons are being fed mozzarella sticks and Eddie is determined to convince you he's not just playing games with your heart.

Misunderstanding, hurt/comfort, fluff, cursing, an asshole named Dylan (We all know one), use of Y/N

Wordcount 4.7k

You smile to yourself as you count up the tips you've made so far. Bartending has done wonders for your wallet, and it's totally worth it if you can look over the long hours on your feet, creeps trying to get into your pants, and going home smelling like sour mix and sweat. You just moved to Hawkins 6 months ago and since living on your own is expensive, you serve beers and shake cocktails at the karaoke bar downtown to make a living. It's easy work and you're good at it, but there's just one issue; your favorite co-worker is a huge distraction. Eddie is the cutest damn line cook you've ever seen with his curly hair always tied into a low bun and his smile that you're sure could cure a number of diseases, but those things don't make it easy to do your job efficiently. It's nearly impossible to grab a platter of nachos from the window without him throwing out a wink and calling you sweetheart, telling you you're doing a good job, or even sliding a basket of fries to you with a finger to his lips as a way of saying "Don't tell on me, honey."

Tonight is no different. Eddie has been a total menace all night, flashing you that flirty smile, keeping you from your work with his corny pick-up lines that he insists will get him a date with you one day, making conversation, and giving you extra sides of ranch without making you ring them in first like the kitchen manager does. The second you walked into the back to set your bag down after arriving, he told you your hair looked absolutely ravishing even though it's just thrown into a clip like always, making you blush like crazy. It took nearly 20 minutes to get the scarlet red tint to leave your cheeks, and though you tried your hardest to hide it, Eddie sure as hell noticed, leaving a smile on his face throughout the busy evening.

"Hey sweetheart, I've got those wings for the bar top ready for you." You hear from behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You smile to yourself at the nickname and put the glass you've just finished washing upside down on the drying mat.

You turn around to an always grinning Eddie leaning his elbows on the stainless steel of the mini counter under the window to the back of house and holding the ticket in between his index and middle digits. You take the slip of paper out of his hand slowly, letting your fingers touch for a moment before stabbing it through the small metal spike to your right. Every once in a while, you like to indulge in his flirtatiousness, though it makes you nervous. Eddie's fun, he's nice, and dishing back what he gives to you every day isn't hurting anyone. "Thank you, Eddie."

"Any time, sugar." He replies, winking and turning to grab a new ticket and drop an order of potato skins in the fryer. You shake your head, smiling from ear to ear, turning to serve the hot plate to one of your regulars.

The rest of the shift goes great. Your tips are higher than you had planned, nobody had to be thrown out for fighting, and you got to hear a wonderful rendition of "My Heart Will Go On" sang by a very intoxicated older gentleman during the karaoke session. As you clean up the bar for the night, as always, you can't stop thinking about Eddie. You think tonight might actually be the night you ask him to hang out with you outside of work, though he's invited you to go get some late night pizza before, playfully pouting when you have to decline, telling him that you're exhausted and have to go back to the bar to open the next day. You've wanted to say yes, but Eddie makes you nervous. You're feeling bold tonight though, and you're optimistic.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie is in the kitchen cleaning the fryers, taking out the trash, and scrubbing the floors absentmindedly, almost like he's in auto-pilot because he can't get you out of his head. He wants so badly to ask you out, but he's tried that and you don't seem interested. He realizes you probably just flirt with him for fun, a harmless workplace friendship with some winks and pet names sprinkled in, but over the past four months, he's developed a serious crush on you.

There's just something about you that makes you so different from everyone he's ever dated or been interested in. He doesn't feel like he has to change who he is for you. There's nothing better for Eddie's ego than how easy it is to make you smile, and goddammit what a beautiful smile it is. Every time you look at him through your lashes, blushing at something stupid he's said, Eddie feels like he could lift the entire building up with one hand and not even break a sweat. He fears he's in too deep at this point, the innocent flirting leading to him finding himself thinking about you even once he's gone home for the night.

"Hey Eddie boy, I think you missed a spot." Eddie rolls his eyes at the irritating voice coming at him from his left. Dylan is one of the most insufferable people he's ever met and of course, he has the honor of working beside him at least 3 nights out of the week.

Eddie doesn't turn his attention to Dylan, just continues wiping down the steel counter top. "Bite me, jackass."

"Wow, someone's sassy today, huh? What, you didn't get enough attention from your little bartender tonight?" He smarmily replies, a disgustingly annoying grin on his face. Dylan, to Eddie's dismay, has picked up on the little "situation" between you two, making a joke of it every chance he can in an attempt to piss him off.

Eddie laughs humorlessly, throwing his rag down and turning to the bane of his existence, crossing his arms over his chest. "Dude shut the fuck up."

"Hey look man, I get it! I'm just saying it's embarrassing watching you stare at her like a fucking creep all day. She does look pretty smokin' in those jeans though, so I don't blame you. Hey maybe I'll ask her out tonight, see if I can get some tail. Think she'll give up the goods?" He's smirking while Eddie's blood is raising in temperature. He can practically feel smoke coming out of his ears hearing this sorry excuse for a man speaking about you like you're just a piece of ass and not the sweet, funny, beautiful person you are.

"I swear to God, I'll bust your teeth in." Eddie seethes, trying to keep his cool, at least while you're in the building. You're blissfully unaware of their hatred for one another and the last thing he needs is for you to see him throwing his fist into Dylan's face for talking about you. That wouldn't be very "innocent flirtationship" of him.

"Guys! Come on, finish cleaning and knock it off. I don't have the energy for your cat fights tonight." The kitchen manager huffs, stepping between the two of them with a severely annoyed look on his face. Wordlessly, Eddie takes one more look at Dylan, picks his rag back up, and continues his task of degreasing all of the surfaces. He wants to get it over with and be able to clock in time to catch you before you leave and walk you to your car.

Dylan, the vindictive man he is, takes the opportunity to make his way through the swinging kitchen door and into the main bar area while Eddie isn't paying attention. You look up, expecting to find Eddie standing there, but confused when it's the guy you barely speak to heading in your direction.

"Hey Y/N, you do good tonight?" He asks, leaning against the bar. You smile politely, still wrist deep in soapy water from washing the bar glasses and beer mugs.

"Yeah, better than I expected actually. Did you need something?" You ask, not rudely, but assuming he came for something specific seeing as he's never made small talk with you before.

Dylan takes a breath and rests his elbows on the hard wood of the bar top, shaking his head like he's trying to think of how to tell you what he sauntered up to you for. You begin to dry your hands, getting a little nervous thinking that maybe the manager had sent him up here to tell you something you've done wrong. You're still relatively new and you've never gotten in trouble here before, but you can't think of anything else he would need to say to you. "Look, I know you and Munson are friends, and I see the way you look at him. You like him, and before you deny it, just listen to me."

Your heart starts to race. Did he tell Eddie? Did Eddie say something to him? How are you going to face him when apparently other people are picking up on this? Are you this obvious? You can't take it anymore so you nod, waiting for more information as you toy with your hands.

"You seem sweet, okay and I don't want to see someone like you hurt by someone like him. Eddie and I are cool, but this is what he does. he flirts with the new ones, takes them home, and never speaks to them again. When another newbie comes in, he starts it all over again. I just thought you should know since I'm sure you're a genuinely nice person and I'm certain Eddie is taking advantage of that." Your heart drops at his words. You feared you were being played with, but you didn't want to believe it. You fell for Eddie's charms, and now it's time to face the harsh reality that you had completely misunderstood this whole situation and made yourself look like an idiot in front of everyone.

"Um, wow. Well thanks for telling me, I appreciate it. I'm gonna finish up here and head out. Have a good rest of your night." You say, rushing through so you don't tear up mid-sentence. Dylan nods, not saying another word but offering a sympathetic smile before turning on his heel and going back through the door he came. You pull the plug to the dish sink, gather your signed receipts to shove into the drawer, and give the glazed wood one last wipe down. You hear Eddie say your name through the window but you act like you can't hear him.

This whole thing could have been avoided if you wouldn't have fallen for the good looks and quirks of the fuzzy-headed, wild-eyed line cook. You never should have caught feelings in the workplace; that's like rule number 001 in the service industry. Never, under any circumstances, canoodle with your co-workers. You thought maybe this was an exception but now here you are, proven wrong.

Heading through the swinging door to the kitchen, you avoid eye contact with everyone, especially Eddie, as you walk straight to the back to gather your things. You feel humiliated and giving Eddie the satisfaction of seeing you upset is out of the question so the sooner you can get out of the building, the better. You give quiet goodbyes to the managers and make a quick escape, or you at least try to before a hand reaches out to hold your forearm.

"Hey, wait for me. I'll walk you to your car." Eddie says softly, giving you a soft smile. You can't bear to look him in the eyes, so you gently pull away, shaking your head.

"It's fine Eddie, thanks though." You reply, turning to finally leave. Eddie watches as you throw your bag strap onto your shoulder and hurriedly make your way to the exit. Hurt washes over him and he's more confused than when he learned what a tampon is in middle school. He furrows his brow and slumps his shoulders, going back to his final task before he can leave for the night. He doubts you're still going to be in the parking lot by the time he can get out there, but his heart is racing like he might have a shot at catching you before you leave.

Did he say something? Did his flirting finally make you uncomfortable tonight? He racks his brain trying to come up with some sort of reason why you would be upset with him. Normally, he would suggest that maybe you're just tired but even when you're on the verge of falling asleep where you stand, you can still manage to give him a sleepy smile and a breathy laugh at another one of his terrible jokes. Maybe he took it too far. Maybe he weirded you out or gave you the wrong idea. It wouldn't be the first time he's scared someone off.

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You continue to go to work as normal, doing your best to not entertain anything Eddie had to say. The more distance you can create between the two of you, the less likely you'll get hurt. The time for stepping away from him to protect your feelings ended long ago but now it's time to do some damage control before you get worse. You get attached to people, and unfortunately that includes the bad people too.

You thought long and hard about whether or not you actually believed Dylan. I mean it's his first time actually talking to you and he breaks the news to you that Eddie just wanted to get into your pants? Why would he care? After going back and forth with yourself over it for your entire day off, you don't know what to think but what you do know is that if they really are friends and if Dylan actually does care, then the safe bet is to just stay away. If he's telling the truth and you ignore that to continue growing your feelings for Eddie, you're in for a world of hurt and that's just not something you can deal with right now.

You're not mean to Eddie when you work now; you just treat him like everyone else. You say "please" and "thank you", you ring in your extra sauces when you need them, you greet him just like you greet every other cook, and you don't flirt or bat your lashes at him anymore. Eventually, he is going to ask why but until he does, you can't bring yourself to ask him about it. It's humiliating and if he does have bad intentions, he's not going to be honest about it anyway so what's the point in starting that conversation?

Eddie is trying everything. These past few days have been hell for him and he's grasping at straws. He offers to make you fries, you tell him, "Thank you, but I'm not hungry." He tries to ask you about your day, you apologize and say you're busy. He tries to catch you before you leave at night, but you practically sprint for the door the second you're finished with your side work.

He watches through the window as you smile at your last patron of the night, desperately wishing that smile was for him. You haven't paid him any mind in 3 days and it's driving him crazy. It might be a little better if he actually knew what he did, but he's completely clueless. The awkward interactions are eating away at Eddie, and he knows if he doesn't say something soon, he'll explode. He starts his cleaning and breaking down the line as quickly as possible in an attempt to finish before you do so you don't run away from him again like you have been. If he doesn't get this straightened out, he doesn't know what he'll do.

Your last tab is cashed out and you begin your cleaning, causing Eddie to pick up his pace. He knows it'll take you 20 minutes max now that you and him aren't chatting throughout to slow you down. As long as nobody gets in his way, he's determined to finally be able to talk to you tonight. Not playful banter, no pick up lines, just a real conversation. The sooner he gets back into your good graces, the better.

"Trouble in paradise?" Eddie turns to see Dylan smirking with his arms across his chest. So much for nobody getting in his way.

Eddie laughs humorlessly and goes back to his work. "Fuck off, dude."

"Look man I'm just saying it seems like there's a little riff between the lovebirds lately. I wonder what happened, hm?" Dylan replies, his tone condescending as ever, doing his best to get a rise out of Eddie. To his dismay, it's working.

"You don't know shit." Eddie mumbles, wringing out a sanitizer rag, his fingers already becoming little prunes extended from his hands from the extensive cleaning.

"I don't know about that one, Ed. We had a really riveting conversation, seriously it was interesting, and I'm sure I know a little more than you think." This stops Eddie in his tracks. He breathes hard through his nose and turns on his heel, grabbing Dylan by his shirt and shoving him against the wall.

"What the fuck did you say to her? Huh? Are you the reason she won't fucking talk to me? What the hell is wrong with you, you jealous son of a bitch?!" Eddie shouts. The manager on duty is already trying to break the two of them up and you hear the commotion from the front, peering your head into the window to see what the hell is going on.

"Ooh Munson is mad! I just told her exactly what you're up to, that's all." Dylan says, calm as ever, a disgusting smile on his face. "Punching me won't undo it, so go ahead."

"Enough! I swear to god, I will kick you both out." Eddie reluctantly loosens his grip on the boy's clothing, only pulling away completely when he's certain the risk of getting fired isn't worth hitting Dylan, even though the want to is overwhelming.

Eddie looks to you, his heart breaking at the disappointed look on your face. He decides this ends now. He has no idea what filth and lies have been planted in your head, but he needs to fix it and fast. He gives one last scowl to the man he was just threatening, and backs up, walking out of the kitchen door.

He approaches the bar and you freeze. You don't know what you're supposed to say or do, so you do and say nothing. He has a soft look on his face, one very different than the one he was wearing in the kitchen just a minute prior. It's almost as if his rock hard persona turns to cotton candy when he's in your presence, and if you ask Eddie, that's exactly how that works.

"Look, I know you don't want to talk to me and I'm still not entirely sure why, but please wait for me. Please talk to me, let me figure out what the hell happened, and let me fix it." He pleads. You think it over quickly, trying to figure out of this is something you even want to get into right now. You question his motives, still confused as ever. Helpless, you nod and see the relief wash over his entire body, giving you the same feeling as when you're in the middle of a horrific thunderstorm, and in an instant, the sun comes out of the dark clouds. Whether this conversation leaves you feeling like a sunny summer day or it leads to another crack of thunder, you're unsure but you have half an hour before you find out.

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You sit there at the bar having finished your closing work, waiting for Eddie to finish his. Against your better judgement, you're happy to talk to him again but nothing can stop the knot in your stomach from growing tighter. All you wanted to do today was make some money, go home, cook dinner, take a bath, and watch a movie in bed but now, you're sitting here, anxiety building up in your body like a tower of mix-matched Lego pieces.

You're taken out of your thoughts when Eddie exits the kitchen and walks toward you, not looking any less nervous than he did earlier in the evening. "Hey, sorry I took so long."

"It's okay." You say quietly, standing up from the bar stool and pulling the strap of your backpack up onto your shoulder. "Do you want to talk outside?"

Eddie nods, giving you a tight smile. He leads you out of the front door and around to the side of the building to the employee parking lot, not saying a word just yet. the silence is broken by the flick of your lighter, illuminating the tip of a cigarette freshly placed in your mouth, inhaling the smoke and feeling the tiniest amount of tension wash away.

You lean against your car waiting for him to speak, still not really sure what you're supposed to say. He's the one that needed to defend himself, he's the one who wanted this conversation to happen.

"Look, I don't know what Dylan told you but I can assure you it was a lie." He starts. He's fidgeting with his fingers, avoiding eye contact. He's lost every ounce of confidence he once had when he's on the other side of the wall passing you a basket of chicken tenders.

"If you don't know what he said, then how would you know that?" You reply, taking another drag of your cigarette. You're hoping he's being genuine and not just defensive right off the bat, but if someone is lying about you, you'd feel defensive too. Everything is still fuzzy and figuring out this mess is like putting the pieces of a clear puzzle together.

"Because he fucking hates me. He does shit just to piss me off." Eddie shakes his head, pulling his own pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, lighting one between his lush lips.

"Why would he hate you, Eddie? What did you do?" You don't mean to point blame at him but he had to have done something to make someone hate him to the point of making up a lie to make you ignore him for days.

"When I first started, he thought I was flirting with this girl he had a thing for, and she got a crush on me. She didn't want to hang out with him anymore and he thought I just swooped in and stole her. I didn't even like her like that but since then, he's made it his job to make my life a living hell when he's here. That includes fucking this-" Eddie gestures his hand between the both of you, "-up for me."

"He told me you're fucking with me." You say, suddenly fixing your eyes on your sneakers. You almost shudder thinking back at the way your heart dropped to your stomach when Dylan first spoke to you. "Said you flirt with the new ones to get into their pants and then move on to the next one."

Eddie's eyes widen, looking like he's a child being told Santa isn't real. The genuine look of shock is very convincing, and you're close to dropping every allegation from that expression alone. "Jesus Christ. Y/N, I promise that's not what's going on here."

"How can I know that for sure? I felt like an idiot after he told me that. I was humiliated thinking I fell for some sleazy game you were playing." You're trying not to tear up. You can feel the thickness in your throat as you speak, hoping Eddie doesn't pick up on it. Six months of growing feelings for someone isn't something to fuck around about, and you might have taken this more seriously than it was intended, but when you're in that close of proximity with someone for that long, itching for the other to make a move, it's hard to not be heartbroken when something happens to it.

"Sweetheart, I flirt with you because I like you. At first, it was just fun and I thought you were cute, but now I have a big, fat, stupid crush on you and I think about you all the time. I don't ask you to hang out with me after work so I can take you to my van and get your clothes off. I ask you to hang out with me because I like the way you make me feel." Eddie responds, making eye contact with you finally, searching your eyes for any trace of doubt. He wants you to know how serious he is. This isn't just a fling for him, much like it never was for you. You had a feeling this could turn into something special, though it goes against everything people tell you about workplace relationships.

"And what would that feeling be?" You inquire, not breaking the contact between his chocolate pools and your own, finding a boldness in yourself that you didn't know existed.

"You make me feel like I'm the coolest guy in the world. You laugh at my stupid jokes, you compliment me, you're interested in what I have to say.." He trails off with a fond smile on his face. There's a softness about him that balances out the roughness of his edges, endearing you even further. He reaches out to grab your soft hand with his rough one. "I really fucking like you."

"I really like you too. I was going to ask you out the night Dylan dropped a bomb on me." You admit, rubbing your thumb over the skin of his hand.

"That motherfucker." Eddie shakes his head, getting angry all over again at the fact that he finally had his chance and it got ruined for him in an instant. "I'm going to kick his ass."

You pull your hand out of his and smack him lightly on the chest. "No, you can't get fired! Who will I talk to all day?"

"You've been doing just fine not talking to anyone." Eddie jokes, raising his eyebrows and bringing his cigarette to his lips, inhaling the smoke that seems to make this whole thing easier. After having a sick stomach for hours, he skipped his smoke breaks, partially leading to his angry outburst.

"Yeah and it was miserable! Do you know how much I hated having to go through my shift without hearing you call me sweetheart?" You laugh, a sound Eddie missed, even for just three days.

He smiles down at you, dazzling as always. You missing him as much as he missed you is actively washing away his worries one by one like a salty body of water washing away a structurally questionable sandcastle. "I won't deprive you anymore."

"I appreciate that." You grin, taking his hand back into yours.

"Does that mean you believe me? You can ask anyone, I'm serious. I talk about you all the time. The guys make fun of me for my "heart eyes" the entire time you're here. Ask Adam, Levi, Grant, Brandon-"

"Okay, okay." You cut off his adorable rambling. "Yes, I believe you."

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief. You can see his shoulders relax, his jaw loosen, and his posture seems straighter. "Good because I mean it. I'm sorry this was such a mess for you. Hopefully I can make up for it?"

"And how do you plan to do that, Munson?" You tease, giving him the flirty look he had been wishing to see from you again. He can't take his eyes off of the way you look at him through your thick lashes.

He moves closer to you subtly, moving slowly so he can relish in the moment. "Can I start with that date?"

"You sure can." You say just above a whisper. You're lost in his eyes once again, but this time, it's not just playful. There's a brand new feeling getting introduced here and it blows your mind that it was first kindled in a greasy kitchen.

As long as Eddie is here, things are easy. You have your flirty boy back and being at work is a little easier again. With Eddie right behind you serving up winks and pet names just as often as he serves up appetizers, going home smelling like beer and deep fried cheese is worth it.

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edens-pen · 2 years

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𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴

summary | reader is sparse with public affection, but she knows how much it means to eddie.

pairing | eddie x reader

wc | 752

warnings | kissing, very subtle jealousy, eddie spits in reader’s mouth, light mentions of sex, needy!but patient eddie,

a/n | just a little drabble, since i’m bored :)

[ 18+ | minors do not interact! ]

eddie accepted that you were not a PDA person, even if he was.

yes, he’ll admit it stung the first few times you shrugged his hand off your shoulder, or shied away from kissing him. first, he thought you were worried about the freak label that he carried around town.

but after a few conversations, he understood that you were from a less than affectionate family and every form of affection felt like too much public intimacy.

so he promised to take it at your pace, and it was slow. it took you a little while to hold his hand in public.

it was a random afternoon during hellfire, you were reading your book while eddie played his part as dungeon master. he was gesturing wildly then pulling himself back to sit on the throne. without looking up from your book, you took eddie’s hand in yours.

he immediately whipped his head over to you, thinking that you were trying to gain his attention. when you didn’t speak or pull your hand away, eddie’s cheeks pinked up and he swallowed a few times before speaking. his palms were sweating and he was praying that you would ignore it.

you gave him a few squeezes, and didn’t let go. you even made him turn the page on your book so you wouldn’t have to let go of his hand.

he couldn’t explain how much that moment meant to him.

the first extended period of time that you spent without eddie was tortuous to him. you had gone to visit family and he’d only heard from you a few times over the phone. he was sure that those few days had passed by without a hitch for you and you seemed to return entirely unbothered.

that day in the cafeteria, you were waiting at the table with jeff and gareth. when eddie took his seat, you tapped his shoulder, pushing him back slightly. when he leaned over, you slid into the spot on his lap, wrapping his arm around your waist, intertwining your fingers.

your legs hung off the side and you tucked yourself closely against his chest.

eddie wishes he could say that he was able to go about the rest of the lunch period unaffected, but he couldn’t even speak. he just leaned his forehead against your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your perfume and leave in conditioner.

you continued to speak with jeff and gareth, sometimes adjusting your position on eddie’s lap but never leaving him entirely.

later that day, you were waiting by eddie’s locker. as he tucked his books away and shut his locker, you leaned up and kissed his lips quickly, he didn’t even have time to react.

“i missed you,” you muttered by way of explanation.

eddie wanted to tell you that you didn’t need one to kiss him, but he was too glad to be touching you.

the most surprising one, the one that still makes eddie’s stomach drop, and gives him that stirring in his pants happened only a few weeks later.

chrissy cunningham had been hanging off him since her breakup with jason and eddie helping her through a bad trip sealed her on to him.

eddie never believed you to be the jealous type. you were too cool for that. plus, you had to know that eddie didn’t have eyes for anyone but you.

so when you raised up on your toes, and whispered in his ear, his entire body tensed.

“eddie?”

“yeah?”

“want your spit.”

he jerked back, looking down at you. you weren’t joking. your face was serious and nearly pouting for it.

“please?”

he didn’t mean to wait so long, but you surprised him with your request.

(that had only happened a few times in the quiet of his bedroom, when you were getting particularly needy and he needed to pacify you a little bit. once you got him on your tongue, you’d nod slowly and relax, letting eddie continue his teasing.)

wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, he leaned over your open and waiting mouth.

this is so fucking filthy.

you’re asking for this right in front of the school, where everyone is leaving, and everyone can see you.

he drops a glob of spit onto your tongue, and quickly spits a second glob into your mouth harshly.

you swallow everything he gives you with a pleasant smile.

“mine.”

he nods, completely dazed even though he’s the one that gave it to you.

“yours,” he agrees.

you kiss his lips twice, weaving your arms around him in a hug. he leads you over to his van, trying ignore the very apparent hard on he’s sporting.

since then, eddie dares to say you’ve become more desperate in your affection.

pouting your lips for a kiss, resting a hand on his knee until he makes space between him and the table to fit you on his lap, you wanted to touch him.

eddie worshiped every second of contact.

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like-what-the-fuck-scoob · 1 year

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Eddie Munson would promise to hold your hand during a tattoo or a piercing, but by the end of the appointment you'd end up being the one comforting him, because he'd be so worried about you.

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"Shhhhit." You squeezed your eyes as the needle hit your skin.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?" Your boyfriend asked, his tone somewhat panicked as he squeezed your hand.

"I'm fine Eddie. Don't worry." Smiling through the pain, you gazed lovingly into his concerned stare.

"Water. Do you need water?"

You sighed, a mixture of amusement and frustration. You really were okay, but judging by the metalhead's behaviour, anyone would think you were on the verge of passing out. "No, Eds." You rubbed your thumb along his hand, grimacing slightly at the pain you were fighting to ignore. "I promise, I'm doing good."

The brunette straightened his posture, leaning forward in urgency, his eyes wide as you hissed under the needle. "Is it hurting? Let me get you a snack, we need to keep your energy up baby-"

"Eddie Munson." You interrupted his ramblings, tone stern as you used his last name. Though, you softened as his doe eyes met yours. His concern came from a place of care, that much was clear, and you'd rather have a boyfriend who worried too much over one that didn't worry at all. "I. Am. Fine. Kay babe?" Emphasising each word, you intertwined your fingers with his, a calming gesture as his breathing slowed.

"Okay. I got you sweetheart."

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Accidental encounter. ~ Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie and you have a very accidental encounter at night.

Triggerwarnings: except for a bad suicidal joke none I think.

word count: 1.7k

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It's a miracle he sees the body laying on the ground a few feet in front of him in time, so he has the chance to react and hit the brakes before something bad could happen. Outraged, he jumps out of his van and stomps in the little cone of light his remaining flashlight casts on the street, the one flashlight he didn't crash against the fence with.

“What the hell are you doing? I could’ve killed you!”

With a heavy sigh you try to cover the smile that creeps on your lips. What unspeakable joy spreads in your chest to be the one joking around, leaving him speechless.

“Yeah, but unfortunately you didn’t. So try again.”

He furrows his brows and cocks his head as he looks at you, a worried expression on his face.

“But you didn’t try to kill yourself, do you?”

"Tried to kill myself? On an empty road? Yeah, very effective.” You roll your eyes as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “I’m waiting for Merry and Pippin to pick me up so we can join the ents on overtaking Isengard.” With a deadpan expression you wait for his reaction, but Eddie is too stunned by your answer, he’s lost for words. He needs a moment to process what you just said before shaking his head and questioning confused “What?”

“I’m stargazing, dumbass.”, you confess a few moments later. “The stars are so wonderful tonight. Look,” you point up in the sky, eyes wide and mirroring the stars above your heads.

“see? Right there.” He follows your gaze and after a short while the sight of a bright shooting star enchants him. It’s the first one he’s seen in a long time. In years to be exact. How come he forgot the joy of just stargazing, watching the peaceful nightsky and clearing his mind?

A soft ‘wow’ escapes his lips as he turns back to you. Your gaze is still fixed on the sky but out of the corner of your eye you can clearly notice the smile on his face.

Satisfied you lay back down on the still warm pavement and cross your arms behind your head. “Awesome, right?”, you ask and take in a deep breath.

“Hell yeah.” Eddie is surprised by the warmth the ground still radiates hours after the sun already disapeared as he lays down next to you. More and more shooting stars light up the dark sky as you silently just lay there and watch the sky, count the endless stars, trying to identify the many starconstellations, making wishes each and everytime another comet crosses the sky above. Hours could’ve passed, days or even months, Eddie wouldn’t mind, as long as he can enjoy this little peace he found next to you. Next to you …

Like a lightning it struck him. He is actually lying next to you, not even a few inches seperates him from you. And all of a sudden Eddie feels his heart violently beating in his chest. What is it that makes him feel this way suddenly? That makes him feel so anxious? Is it the fact that he is all alone with you? You two have never been alone together. There was always someone else. Teachers or your little brother with his friends or other students. It's not like you are friends or something like this. You share a few classes, barely ever talked to each other outside the occasional group work. But he would be lying if he said he never tried to catch a glimpse of your cute face. He spent extra hours at the library instead of being home when he planned a new campaign. The way you always poke out the tip of your tongue when you're concentrating on your homework or when you frantically seek your pencil between your papers, the pencil you pushed through your braid moments earlier, never failed to make him smile like an idiot. But he's never been so close to you.

Maybe it's because he got to know another side of you? A soft and vulnerable side, not the quiet and reserved version you are at school? A side no one else in school can ever see?

A shiver runs down his spine as he secretly glances at you. His eyes catch a glimpse of you just for a split second, but the way your eyes are halfway shut and your soft lips form a pleased smile burns into his brain and he hopes he’ll always remember this picture.

Eddie can’t describe it, there are no words for this, but the way this moment makes him feel is better than anything he ever experienced. Grounded and satisfied, one with the world around him but at the same time soaring higher and higher on this happiness, as if nothing could go wrong or hurt him anymore.

But he knows he can’t lay next to you like this forever. Already knowing he has to leave this moment anytime stings like needles in his heart.

“Eddie?” Your voice breaks the silence you’re in and pulls him back out of his thoughts. Only now does he realize that he stares at you, his eyes glued to your face as if he was trying to memorize every freckle on your cheek, every lash that frames your beautiful y/e/c eyes, every curve your lips make wearing this kind smile.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t … I didn’t mean to … you know …“ What is this spell you cast on him to make him this … this … tongue tied?

“Stare like a creep?”, laughing you interrrupt his nervous rambling noticing how his cheeks begin to glow redder and redder the more he tries to talk himself out of this.

“Yeah, didn’t mean to stare like a creep, sorry.” He hufs to cover up the embarressment he feels creeping up. “I just - I never saw you from this close and I …” Again his ability to articualte vanished completely, leaving a big blank space in his brain. “Never noticed how beautiful you are.” The words tumble out of his mouth without permission of his brain. The second these words left his mouth he wants to punch himself. Well, now she thinks you’re a creep, Munson, he tells himself squeezing his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, really. I think I should -” Before he could finish the sentence with the word leave, you grab his hand and squeeze it gently.

“Thanks.” Carefully he opens his eyes again and looks at you, finding you smiling at him. “By the way, I think you’re really handsome too.” Now it’s your turn to blush like a little kid.

Eddies lopsided smile only grows wider at the sight of the little dimples that now appear on your cheeks. Your smile is radiant, lighting up your face brighter than the sun could ever do and Eddie swears he has never seen a more beautiful thing on this goddamn earth.

“So you think I’m handsome?”, he begins to tease you with a smirk on his face. A whole heartedly laughter escapes your chest as you turn away from him.

“What's so funny ‘bout that?” His laugh is deep and vibrating as he joins your giggles, poking your upper arm in hopes you turn back to him, he already misses your eyes and your freckled nose.

“Nothing, Munson, nothing.”, you tried to assure him, but your giggles make your statement implausible.

“Yeah, sure.”, he sarcastically retort and sits up crosslegged, looking at you in a mock-pouty manner.

“Why can’t you simply take a compliment without making a joke out of it? Can’t you just accept the fact that I think you’re a handsome guy?” The giggling dies down in your throat, the smile remaining on your lips as you too sit up, hand behind your back for support. “Or do you really think I’m joking, because I’m not, y’know?” You cock your head as you look at him, scanning his face that’s framed by his wild curls, his dark chocolate brown eyes that reflect the stars. “I mean, I’m sure you may cross a mirror or two a day so you know how you look. And you must be an idiot to think you look - “ As you try to explain to this boy that he, in fact, is really handsome and that you’re not joking around with him, you suddenly feel his calloused hand pressed against your skin, cupping your cheek.

And before your perplexed mind has the chance to analyze the moment and prepare you for what's about to happen next, his lips already crashed on yours. Although all this happens so fast, faster than your mind could understand, the way his lips moved so smoothly with yours feels like slow motion.

You break the kiss and gasp for air. "What the actual fuck was that, Munson?" You have to admit, your question came out ruder than intended. With wide eyes you look at him, not knowing what exactly the kiss sparked inside of you, but you like it. You even like it more than you thought you would. And more than what was good for you.

"God, I'm so sorry really. I -" With shaking hands he combs the strands of hair away and rubs his hands over his face. "This is so embarrassing, I'm deeply sorry if I…"

"No." You stop him, your voice barely above a whisper. "No." More words than that just refuse to come out, your mind is completely blank, the only things that won't get out of it are his lips, his touch and the smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume.

To your surprise you had to find out that his hair is way softer and fluffier than it looks like as you bury your fingers in his mane, pulling him closer to you.

Your heart beats so fast and so loud, you ask yourself if he could hear it as you lean forward into another kiss.

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whoahoney · 1 year

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A Girl Called Honey

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie becomes enamored with the new family next door, especially the oldest sister and matriarch, Honey.

CW: 18+, fem reader, mature themes & language, mild(??) child abuse (spanking), parentification, Eddie’s pervy thoughts, reader goes by Honey, Honey is a lil ignorant, fluff, pining, possible eventual smut (we’ll see how this goes)

A/N: the brain child of me and my good ole buddy ole pal, @boomhauer

Boom, this is for you. 🫶🏻🤠🚬🌾

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Eddie and Wayne Munson had just come home from grocery shopping, unloading the cab of the pickup as they heard the low rumble of two trucks coming around the corner of Forest Hills. The two shared a look as the vehicles parked on the front lawn of the trailer beside their own.

The engines cut and the creaks of each door opening only kept Eddie’s eyes glued to the scene. In the truck closest to him, five boys clamored out of the cab and continued a loud conversation as they took in the sight of their new double wide.

“Jeez Louise, fellas—what’d I tell ya?—told ya it’d be nice here!” The driver asked in awe, looking to be the oldest of them. The other four nodded eagerly and mumbled their agreement before running up the porch.

A couple more car door shut from the other side, two girls, no older than 18 and 14 walked up the steps carrying a toddler and a baby on their hips as another child ran ahead of them with squealing laughter.

The older girl looked exhausted, but even in her tiredness Eddie couldn’t help but be taken with her. The younger girl resembled her greatly, but held brighter eyes than her sister.

“Go on, boy, you can gawk later.” Wayne mumbled on his way past Eddie’s frozen figure. Eddie scoffed before looking back at their new neighbors, their houses not even 50 feet apart.

He took in the loads their trucks carried, wondering how they would all fit inside. But he’d never had a double wide before.

Only two more trips out to the car and ten minutes spent putting things away, Eddie took to the porch to smoke while Wayne cooked dinner. The boy would be lying if he said he wasn’t hopeful to see all the new kids living next door, finding them intriguing, especially the oldest girl.

Their windows and doors were open, letting in the evening air and playing loud music. The general rowdiness of the young boys playing was audible from outside, though it wasn’t completely off putting. Eddie had a couple sets of neighbors live in that house, unsavory characters. Any ruckus coming from the house in years past hasn’t ever been good.

But this noise was nice. It sounded safe.

He could barely make out the Creedence Clearwater song as four sets of feet pounded down the steps. The younger boys kept their energy as they ran around the truck and jumped around, throwing playful hits and dodging them expertly while they waited for the older boys to open the tailgates and start handing out furniture to take inside.

“Terry! Tommy! Getchyer asses over here!” The older boy barked as another boy looking to be Eddie’s age set down all different kinds of chairs in the grass as he unloaded them.

The two younger boys, Terry and Tommy, ran on over and grabbed two chairs each to take inside. The older boy hopped up in the back to hand down a coffee table and then the beginnings of a bed frame.

Wayne stepped out onto the porch and took a seat next to Eddie on the worn leather couch, the boy holding out the carton of cigarettes to his uncle.

“S’almost ready,” Wayne said in his drawl, lighting the cigarette between his lips. Eddie nodded and looked back to the next yard to take a drag.

“Janie! Come help Aaron with this?” The boy in charge hollered over the top of the truck into the house.

“Why can’t you??” She asked as she trudged outside, wiping her hands on her paint stained shirt and carefully testing her bare feet in the grass before quickening her pace.

“Cause I gotta get the TV and I told you to, c’mon, now.” The boy grunted as he hoisted the television into his arms and hobbled to the house, slowly losing his grip on it before the oldest girl flew through the door and down the porch steps to pick up the bottom of it and help him up the steps.

“Thanks, hun.” He grunted, stepping into the house.

Eddie and Wayne looked at each other with quirked brows, eyes saying the same thing.

‘What the hell?’

The girl lingered on the small planked porch, leaning over the rail and using the collar of her tshirt to wipe her face. She grabbed her tits and looked down quizzically, Eddie flinching back in shock as she patted down the rest of her body.

“Junior! You gotta smoke?” She hollered with a drawl in her syllables toward the house, her sagging ponytail laying down her back and swaying as she turned. Her feet were also bare, her shirt similar to her sisters as it hit her mid thigh, her gym shorts visible under the hem that rested on the top of her ass.

Eddie’s eyes caught the part of her cheeks that peeked out of the bottom of the blue material, begging to be pinched. He shook his head, taking another drag and averting his eyes back to the bed of the pickup where Janie and Aaron were carrying two pieces of a long and short legged coffee table.

It resembled a dinner table in the way that it was long and rectangular, and it seemed to fit together in the middle to be put away. It was hand painted a sage green, one that made him think of the girl in search of cigarettes.

He heard a distant holler from further in the house, “Nope, quittin’!”

The girl in the doorway looked almost offended with her wide eyes and dropped jaw. She grumbled and turned around, dodging the younger kids coming through. After the boy named Aaron was past her, she walked over to the truck and hopped up in the back, pulling on something from the bottom of the depleting pile.

“Honey!” Janie called as she walked out of the house again with her brothers in tow. The girl in the bed of the pick up ceased her pulling and stood up to her full height.

“Yes?” She asked in exasperation, her hands on her hips like a tired mother. This made the Munson men chuckle.

“The baby shit again and I’m not gonna change him this time!” Janie said with her arms crossed, standing by the truck as Y/n began handing boxes down to the boys, stacking random objects that had fallen out on top.

She rolled her eyes, “You gonna do my job up here? You gonna go keep an eye on dinner? You gonna watch the way you talk to me??” She asked with an attitude and a quirked brow as she stared down at the girl.

Janie groaned and stomped back into the house, holler for her older brother to find her the wipes. Aaron looked up at his sister and shared a laugh. The corners of Eddie’s mouth tugged upward at the sound and the look of her smile.

“Who shoved the stick up her ass?” Aaron asked quieter.

She shrugged. “Aunt Flo?”

Aaron shivered in disgust, “I don’t like it when y’all talk about your lady problems.”

“I didn’t even say nothin’!” She laughed, handing him another suitcase and then opening the one she seemed to be desperate to get to earlier. She rummaged through the contents before groaning and cursing under her breath. She sighed and closed the case as the three younger boys came back out of the house.

“Jun!” She called, hopping down from the truck and walking to the porch, leaning in the doorway to speak to her brother. “You mean to tell me there aren’t any cigarettes anywhere in this place?”

“Jesus, woman, you need one that bad??”

“Yes! Where are they?”

“Don’t got any. Will you hang up the fly bags?” He hollered.

“Fuck you! I knew I seen you throwin them away!” She got louder and marched into the house, shoving past Aaron. The boy stumbled onto the porch stifling laughter as he looked to the next oldest brother and pulled the carton of cigarettes from his pocket.

The younger boy looked mortified as he began laughing in disbelief, surely knowing what his brother was in for. Eddie must have too, because when Aaron looked his way he laughed harder and shoved them in his pocket, “You’re not gonna rat me out, are ya?” He asked his brother and then shifted his gaze to Eddie like he was addressing him too.

The boy shook his head profusely, zipping his lips. “I know nothing.” he adjusted his grip on the box and hurried inside, hearing the clattering and shouting of the oldest boy getting chased down by the oldest girl, “I swear to God, Honey, I didn’t touch your freakin’ cigarettes!”

Eddie chuckled as Wayne smiled and squashed the butt of his cigarette under his shoe, heading inside to check on dinner, Eddie’s gaze going with him. When he turned back forward he came face to face with Aaron, standing a couple feet in front of his porch.

“Hi.” He said, his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, a Black Sabbath muscle shirt on his chest. He had long dark shaggy hair, similar to Eddie’s but shorter.

“Hey!” He said in quiet surprise. There was a silence between them as they took each other in, Aaron catching the art on Eddie’s arms and Eddie eyeing the scars littering the boy opposite him.

“I’m Eddie—“

“—Aaron. But you prob’ly know that by now.” He chuckled as Eddie nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, that was pretty fun to watch, not gonna lie.” He chuckled, wiping his mouth and standing to his feet to walk down the steps and lean on the railing.

Aaron nodded and chuckled in agreement, “Yeah, she’s fun to mess with. She gets this angry face every time and she gets so wound up she thinks she’s gotta beat on someone—“

“Sounds like a lot of fun.” Eddie chuckled.

“Yeah, well, she’s too serious these days anyway. She used to be more fun but, uh, then she grew up. And we had to move. But, uh, Hawkins should be good, yeah?” He asked awkwardly, staring at his feet kicking pieces of gravel.

Eddie raised his eyebrows, “Depends on your last name.”

Aarons face fell. “Well, sheeit.” He tsked with his hands on his hips. “Guess we’re fucked then, huh? With a last name like Haller.” He shrugged carelessly before they both fell into laughter, Eddie nodding his confirmation.

“You, uh, going to the high school?” Eddie asked.

Aaron nodded. “Senior year, baby. You?”

Eddie nodded. “Yep! Senior year. Third times the charm, right?” He said almost bitterly.

“Hell yeah it is!” Aaron said in genuine support, reaching a hand out for a low five. Eddie raised his eyebrows in slight shock before slapping his hand down on his.

“Do you, uh, if you need a seat at lunch Monday, you can always come sit with us—me and my friends.” He said casually. Aaron seemed to light up a little at the thought. Before he could say anything, his sister was sticking her head through the door and hollering dinner was ready just as Wayne poked his head out the door to tell Eddie the same.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, man. I’ll see you on Monday.” He said before turning to go home.

Eddie smiled to himself as he scurried inside, grinning to himself at the prospect of a new friend and the thought of the girl called Honey.

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When night fell, Eddie was back outside, this time on the lawn in an old metal chair, his head laid back, staring up at the sky. He lazily puffed on a cigarette.

Just as he thought about going inside, the screen door creaked open and Honey wandered out. Their porch light was on, the faint glow of it cast across Eddie’s face. She plopped down on the step and sighed deeply, rubbing her hands down her face and hiding for a moment.

“Honey!!” Janie called.

“Jesus, fuck—what?!” She hollered, barely turning her head, her brow stressed and crinkled.

“Tell Aaron and Cal to stop hogging the garlic bread!”

“Tell Jun! I’m off duty for tonight, remember?” She wiped her hands symbolically. “I’m so close to running away, I swear ta God!” She hollered to no one in particular before sighing and finally meeting Eddie’s eye.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, wasn’t trynna be… loud.” She said quietly, her eyes wide and looking almost embarrassed. Eddie shook his head and the hand that held his cigarette, noticing how she eyed it and then shifted her gaze back up to his face.

“Don’t worry about it, really. You guys already seem like better neighbors than the last three before you.” He chuckled as she gave a weak smile and nod. Eddie took a drag and stood from his seat, walking to the corner of the porch and leaning his shoulder on it to talk to her. “I’m Eddie.” He nodded.

She stood and walked over to him, crossing her arms over her chest as she stopped a few feet in front of him. “I’m—“

“Honey!!!”

She closed her eyes and sighed before turning on her heel and taking a few quick steps to the house. “What is it now??”

“Nevermind!” The young boy yelled. Honey sighed and shook her head, walking back up to Eddie.

“I’m Y/n, but everyone calls me Honey.” She held out her hand, her eyes shying away from his though her face seemed hard.

He softly smiled down at her and took her handshake, her hand warm and a little rough for being so small and delicate looking in his.

“What do you want me to call you?”

This caught her eye and she cocked her head in confusion. “Wh—I mean, I guess it’d be weird if you were the only one to call me by my name.” She shrugged.

“Honey it is.” He smiled, their hands still clasped between them. She smiled, sparkles reaching her eyes as she did. Eddie hesitated as he thought of something else to say. “You wanna smoke?”

“Are you-are you serious?” She chuckled. Eddie blushed at her shock and he nodded. “Aw, shit, you must’ve heard me bitchin’ earlier—oh my god, did you hear—“

“You chase your brother through the house? Yep. And it was great.” He said with a laugh as he reached into his pocket and held out the carton for her to pick from.

She sighed a laughter of disbelief as she plucked one from the box and looked surprised as Eddie held out the open flame of his lighter, waiting for her to lean in. She did, her eyes wavering from his to the lighter as she hollowed her cheeks and puffed.

He couldn’t help but smile down at her. When she met his eye again as he put away the lighter, he smiled. “Thank you very much. The moves been—well. More than stressful. I prob’ly got a few gray hairs from it all.” She puffed again.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head, “I’ll bet! Gotta take two trucks to go anywhere, yeah?”

She nodded as she exhaled. “Yeah, but most of us are at school during the day so I can take the little ones to town every once in a while. I don’t have my license though.” She said the last party slowly, only realizing after that it wasn’t information she should share with a stranger.

Eddie chuckled, “I didn’t for the longest, either. I took my test when I turned 18.”

“That’s what I wanted to do! 18’s come and gone, though.” She shrugged.

“How old are you?” He asked.

“Just turned 20, you?”

“19.” He nodded. So did she.

The air between them was thick with silence as the smoked, the sounds of night emerging from the road noise of the evening.

“You go to school?” He asked, her eyes widening at the question.

“Like… college?”

He nodded, taking a drag and stuffing his hands in his pocket. She shook her head no.

“That’s alright! I don’t think I’ll go after graduation, either.” He shrugged.

She nodded but stayed silent. “Do you… like school?” She asked.

Eddie chuckled and hissed a deep breath in, “Absolutely not. But can’t get anywhere without a diploma, Y’know?” He shrugged.

Honey sighed and deeply inhaled her cigarette, her brow crinkling. He tilted his head as the creaky screen door of the rowdy house swung open, Aaron and Janie walking outside.

“It’s just Eddie!” Aaron hollered inside, Cal following after.

Honey groaned softly and turned around as her siblings approached.

“You’ve met my siblings?” She asked.

“Just Aaron—“

“I’m Janie!” The girl said brightly, her eyes soft and trained on Eddie. His eyes only flickered to hers politely and nodded his head with a tight smile, his gaze returning to Honey.

“This is Cal.” Aaron slapped the slim boys shoulder, knocking him forward a bit.

“Good to meet you guys. Where’d you move from?”

“On the southern border of Oklahoma.” Aaron answered before Honey could speak, Eddie catching her mouth open and close with a bite to her cheek and another drag on her cig.

“That explains the accents.” He smirked, meeting Honey’s eye and making her melt a bit no matter how bad she didn’t wanna admit it.

“They ain’t that bad, there’s some people back home you can’t even understand what the hell they’s sayin’ half the time, they talkin’ so fast.” Aaron shrugged, his vowels elongated and r’s hard with his drawl.

Eddie chuckled, thinking of some old men that hung around the gas station in the mornings, drinking coffee.

Honey rolled her eyes and took another deep drag. “Do you go to the high school?” Janie questioned Eddie with intrigue. “I’m in 8th grade!”

“She hasn’t been to public school in a while.” Cal sighed, clearly having had enough of her enthusiasm.

Janie elbowed him harshly in the ribs with a red face. “It’s farther than Honey got.” She muttered, hoping to get the heat off of herself.

Honeys eyes widened as she took her last toke of the cigarette. She clenched her jaw and then exhaled, throwing the butt harshly on the ground and turning on her heel to stomp back into the house.

“Oh, now you done it.” Aaron sighed in annoyance, rubbing his eyes. Cal followed after his sister, concerned or maybe just getting away from Janie.

Janie crossed her arms and brushed it off as she headed back into the house with Cal, “She had it coming, she’s been on my ass all week about the freakin move, I mean, what’s the big deal—“

Cal shut the door behind them, leaving Aaron with Eddie yet again. “I better go make sure Honeys not getting the wooden spoon after her.” He chuckled nervously.

Eddie nodded though he looked serious, “She okay?”

“Who, Honey? Yeah, she’ll be alright, always is. See ya!” Aaron jogged away, calling his last words over his shoulder.

Eddie held a hand up in farewell, glancing to the end window of the double wide, a glowing orange room behind a floral linen sheet that jerked closed as if someone had been peeking.

He sighed, biting his lip and waiting for any other sign of her. Taking one final drag through a sigh, he threw the butt of his cigarette down on the ground, the filter of the camel bouncing right next to the one that had belonged to Honey.

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Monday morning, Eddie heard the clamor of his neighbors climbing into the truck belonging to the oldest brother. Junior, Aaron, Cal, Janie, Terry and Tommy made a fuss about their bags and lunch money and sack lunches, the younger kids whining about the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Doritos they’d had every lunch for the last two weeks.

Aaron, Cal, and Janie each received $5 from Junior, coming up short when it came to Cal. “Fuck—Honey! You got 75¢?” He hollered, fumbling with his bill fold.

Honey rushed outside, three coke cans wrapped up in her hair on top of her head and fasted with clips and pins. She wore her large shirt from yesterday and a tattered and faded violet robe.

She held her purse and dug around for quarters and dimes, dropping them in Cals waiting hands as everyone else hopped in the truck. Honey looked at Cal with sincerity and cupped his cheek to get him to meet her eye.

Eddie continued to watch from the front door, waiting to make his exit to avoid bothering them on yet another vulnerable moment.

Honey nodded her head and Cal nodded with her, holding his hand on her wrist as she kept her grip on his jaw. He could see her lips say “I love you, be good.” Before she kissed his head and pushed him away to the waiting truck. He hopped in, and Junior took off hastily, as if he were late.

Eddie checked his watch and found himself late, too, darting out the door in a similar fashion as Honey lingered on her lawn.

The girl jumped at his sudden emergence, clutching her chest in a gasp. “Mornin’, Honey!” He called, shutting his door and starting the rising engine. She couldn’t help but chuckle as she watched him speed down the street.

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Honey had been mortified, being embarrassed in front of the cute neighbor boy not only once, but twice in the last 24 hours. She’d wanted to look presentable and take a shower that morning but the alarm clock didn’t go off and she had to see everyone off properly while running a half hour behind.

By the time she’d reached outside, she’d completely forgotten about her state and worried only about her siblings' first days in their new place, out and exploring new parts of the world she’d never see.

When she heard Eddie’s door slam open and caught the sight of his long legs booking it to the dark van parked in front of his home, her heart lurched up into her throat, embarrassment clawing up her cheeks and tainting them red when they made brief eye contact as he leapt inside.

“Mornin’, Honey!” He’d called, his smile making her forget all about the cans in her hair and her ratty old robe.

She replayed the moment over and over in her head all day as she stayed home with the two little ones. Frankie managed to convince her to set up the kiddie pool, filling it with dirt as quickly as his little shovel could.

After he'd spent almost an hour filling the small pool, he asked for the water hose to turn it all into mud, and who was she to refuse on the warm August day?

By the time the sun began to set, Frankie and Randy were slathered in mud, as was Honey. She sat back in her lawn chair, her bare feet buried in the mud that hit her at her mid calf. The cool mud felt amazing on her feet after unpacking and chasing the babies around all day.

She held a Sixteen magazine on her stomach as she slouched in the flimsy chair, listening to the rowdy boys make sound effects with their mouths as they played monster trucks in the muck.

It wasn’t until she heard the familiar rumble of Juniors truck that she realized she hadn’t started dinner. She jumped up at the thought, her heart pounding in her chest as she hurriedly sprayed her legs off with the cold hose.

“Randy, Frankie, we gotta cook dinner, let’s go!” She plucked up the baby Randy and grimaced as he started kicking and screaming, flailing his little limbs at the idea of going inside. Frankie didn’t hesitate to holler his protests as she washed off Randy’s naked and mud corroded body.

Junior pulled up carefully, watching Randy and Frankie as he stopped and cut the engine, all the tired and loud children hopping out of the truck with moans and groans of hungriness and homework, discussing supplies for projects and where to get a trifold presentation board.

Junior walked up to Honey with a hard look on his face as he eyed the two young boys giving his sister such a hard time.

“Gimme Frankie.” He sighed, nodding to the boy still refusing to leave the mud pond he created.

He shook his head profusely, grunting “mm-mm!” as he did. Honey looked the other way when Junior jerked the 4 year old boy up and smacked him once on the butt, shoving him almost roughly towards the hose Honey held flinchingly. “Get yourself washed and get in the house.” He said lowly, the little boy sniffling but nodding in agreement anyway.

Honey washed the boys in silence before hoisting them on each of her hips with a strained groan, “Aw, shit, y’all are too big for this now.”

Frankie laughed as Randy fussed, still not giving up his fight. Honey sighed, using her foot to kick open the door, making it swing and hit the side of the house so she could step in, carefully. As she turned, she noticed the parked van next door, the driver door swinging open and a smiling Eddie stepping out, his eyes already on hers.

Her first thought was her head, thankful for the high ponytail it was in now. She fought a smile as the door shut behind her and she set down the two boys to go start dinner.

Janie and Aaron sat that the small table with their books open, their homework set out in front of them as they stared at it intently. Cal sat at the coffee table, the tv remaining off in front of him as he busied himself with finding the right page in the textbook. Terry and Tommy were already in their play clothes and outside to play, abandoning their shirts and shoes along with their backpacks.

Honey made her round to check on each kid as Junior washed up. She stuck her head back outside and took note that the two boys were in the side yard that separated their property from the Munson’s.

They fought each other with sticks, their chests and faces already having some mud smeared across them in the five minutes they’d managed to be outside alone. “Hey!” She hollered at them, the two unseen Munson men on the neighboring porch turning their heads in alarm as the boys ceased their playful sounds.

“Y’all better stay outta that mud, dinner won’t be long.” She pointed at them, fighting the urge for her eyes to flicker to Eddie. Terry and Tommy whined, asking why Frankie and Randy got to play in the mud and they couldn’t as she ignored them and walked back inside to fix sandwiches and chips for everyone who could bear to eat it yet again.

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The stars had come out, the smallest children were in bed, and the older children had finished their homework after two grueling hours of helping Aaron read his English homework and reminding Janie the tenths have to go somewhere in math.

Cal always had an easy time in school, skipping a grade when the rest of his siblings were lucky enough they only got held back once.

Except for Honey.

As the rest of them gathered around the glowing tv set, watching Doctor Who (Cal’s choice), Honey excused herself for a well deserved shower.

Halfway through washing her hair, the water turned cold, though she was used to it at this point. She hurriedly rinsed the rest of the soap from her hair and hopped out to seek the warmth of her room.

She tiptoed across the floor and scolded herself for not grabbing clothes before her shower since the babies were tucked in their little beds next to hers and Janie’s.

She selected some sweatpants and a crew neck sweatshirt that used to belong to her brother, and tugged them on, keeping her hair wrapped in the towel and walking out the door.

Junior sat with his arms crossed at the counter, his hair wet and combed straight back just like the rest of the remaining children. “Where you goin?” He asked as she walked past him and to the door.

She groaned and turned to him, “Outside! I can only take being in a house for so long, June. Or do you forget I don’t get to go anywhere or do anything!” She spat before stepping outside and shutting the door behind her. Honey regretted her outburst but couldn’t take anymore of being checked on like a child when she wasn’t allowed to be one.

She plopped down on the steps, foregoing her chair still parked by the mud pool she’d inevitably spend her day at tomorrow. The towel tugged at her hair as it came unwound. She sighed and pulled it off, scrubbing her nails against her roots to loosen it up and relieve the tension.

“Ahem.”

She jumped and turned to the Munson trailer, the small porch light flickering as Eddie sat on the brown couch that occupied his porch. He smiled warmly and waved, a blush pinching his cheeks when she chuckled and ran a relieved hand over her face.

“Sorry, I was hoping I wouldn’t scare you.” He chuckled as he stood and leaned against the porch railing.

Honey shook her head dismissively, “it’s okay, I’m just jumpy anyhow.” She shrugged.

They shared a silence, the noises of night filling the empty space. Crickets and frogs from the creek in the woods chorused around them, rushing winds from the main road barely audible.

“Care to join me?” Eddie asked, hoping she didn’t hear the light waver in his voice and holding up his half full carton of Camels as he stepped off his porch. Honey smiled and nodded, hoping she hadn’t responded too quickly as he strode over the property line and took a seat next to her on the narrow porch steps.

Honey’s heart vibrated in her chest at being so close to him, so close she could smell him. She could smell something skunky yet earthy coming from him, mixed with the aroma of cigarettes and some spicy cologne, and she couldn’t say the combination was bad. Not bad at all.

And for some reason she found her mouth watering yet feeling prickly with dryness.

“Here you are,” he mumbled as he handed her a pre-lit cigarette and stuck a new one in his mouth for himself. She thanked him quietly and puffed, a sigh escaping her as the nicotine released the tension from her shoulders. “Rough day?” He asked as she leaned her forehead in her palm.

She nodded, chuckling dryly. “No tougher than yesterday or the day before, so that’s nice, I suppose.”

Eddie chuckled this time, thinking she sounded like Wayne. Honey breathed deeply, listening again to the nature of Hawkins at nightfall. She could feel Eddie’s gaze on her as she hollowed her cheeks to inhale the smoke, savoring the woolen taste and rolling it around in her mouth before puffing it out into the cool night air.

“H-How was yours?” She asked. She looked over his face now that she had the opportunity, she’d always been told it was rude to look away from people when she spoke to them. The stubble on his chin and upper lip made her wonder if it was rough, the same question posed to his unruly hair that seemed to frame his face perfectly.

His plush lips curved into a smile before he took a quick toke, the smoke excreting as he spoke. “It was pretty good, actually. Got to hang out with your brother most of the day, showed him his classes—gave a few teachers a heart attack by my attendance alone.” He chuckled. “It’s always nice making new friends.” He added.

Honey blushed and bit the inside of her cheek to conceal her smile as she tore her gaze away. She was too hopeful. Eddie was now her little brother's friend, and she should respect that, right?

Eddie still looked at her, a smirk on his face as he took another drag. “So, Honey—can I call you hun?” He asked, nudging her arm as he turned his body to look at her better. She chuckled and nodded as she smoked. “Okay, hun, what do you like to do for fun?”

Honey mirrored him and propped her back up against the railing, their knees touching and not bothering to move. She shrugged, “I don’t really, uhh, well—sometimes, back home, we’d go swimmin’ in the pond behind our house… there’s a place around the bend—where we’re not allowed to go, it’s surrounded by brush and there’s a small shore with hundreds of little rocks and critters and wildflowers… and a gorgeous tree to climb…I like swimmin’” she nodded when she wanted to roll her eyes at her vowels and her sudden lack of thoughts.

“Swimmin’” he quietly echoed in her voice before a warm chuckle escaped him, “Sorry—s’just cute is all.” He shrugged and took another hit from his cigarette. The compliment heated her cheeks and cleared her thoughts.

“What else?” He asked, his brown eyes back on her.

Honey tried not to melt at the sight, “Uh, well—I just, I haven’t had a lot of time to—“

“Hey, Ed!” Aaron’s chipper voice rang quietly from the screen door as he made his way outside.

Honey sighed and took an extra drag on her cigarette instead of finishing her sentence, her explanation boring enough anyway. She didn’t see Eddie’s curious and lingering stare as she looked at the grass below the last step and the chipped red polish on her toes from the last time Janie painted them.

Adam sat at the top step between them, his Iron Maiden shirt paired with flannel pajama bottoms was similar to what Eddie normally found himself wearing to bed. “Fueling sister’s bad habits, huh, Munson?” Aaron asked as he snatched the cigarette from Honey’s mouth and took himself a generous hit as she scoffed incredulously.

Eddie chuckled and turned more towards Aaron. “Hey, I saw a lady in need, who am I to deny her a smoke?” He said in an accent from a long time ago, like the way Aaron spoke when he talked about the stories he always had his nose in.

Aaron rolled his eyes, “She smokes like a chimney, I’m sure she can go one day without a cigarette.” He chuckled, taking another drag off the stolen cigarette.

“Well when a smoke is the one thing I get to myself around here, I don’t fuckin want to, Aaron.” She grumbled as she snatched the half gone cigarette from him and stomped up the steps and into the house.

Aaron sighed as she thwacked him on the back of the head as she passed, rubbing the sore spot as the door swung shut. “I’m sorry, man, was that like a thing… going on between y’all or somethin?” He asked, leaning to the side to look at Eddie better.

Eddie offered a cigarette out to his friend and shrugged his shoulders. “Nah, I don’t think so.” He said doubtedly. Aaron eyed him suspiciously as he lit the cigarette.

“Yeah, alright. I may be dumb but I ain’t blind.” He snorted, handing back the silver zippo.

Eddie's cheeks heated as he shook his head and poorly repressed a smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

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Honey didnt bother to go out on the porch the next night, or the night after that. In fact, two weeks would go by before Eddie caught her by herself again. The sun was setting and she was taking down the fresh laundry from the day, a small radio playing Janis Joplin sat on a tv tray nearby with her lemonade and nail Polish.

She had a cigarette in her lips, her brother having brought her some home from work, surely. Her shorts were like normal, too small and adorable peeking out from under her large shirt she wore like a smock at a job.

Her nails were painted a cherry red that matched her hair clip. She was struggling to fold a bed sheet when he strolled up to offer a hand, spooking her as he ducked between the flowing, floral and stained sheets on each line, feeling awfully separated from the rest of the world like this.

“Need a hand or two?”

He chuckled as Honey jumped out of her skin and turned to him with a gasp. Her shock melted into amused annoyance before she nodded. Eddie eyed her over the length of the sheet as she matched up the corners a couple times and walked to meet him in the middle.

“There ya go.” He mumbled as she took the rest of the sheet from him and folded it in front of her. Eddie wished to tilt her chin up with his index finger ever so delicately. But he didn’t.

“Thanks.” She said quietly.

“Any time.” He said, more meaning in his eyes than his voice.

“You, uh, got more cigarettes.” He shrugged as she uncoupled the other sheet, handing him a side without a word. They flicked the cloth, a rolling wave snapping through it before they folded it once in half, then twice before meeting again.

“Jun came through. He always does eventually.” She shrugged as he nodded thoughtfully, the golden hues in his eyes jumping out in the fading orange light.

“Well it kinda took away my excuse to talk to ya, so...” He shrugged like she had, a glint in his eye that told her he’d missed her.

She felt the longing pull in her chest as she hugged the sheet. “Y-You don’t need an excuse to talk to me, Y’know… could just… come knock on the door...” She looked to the ground at her worn bare feet.

Eddie ducked his head to search for her eyes, “Yeah?” His eyes seemed shinier now that the sun had sunk under the horizon and the only traces left of it were pink against perriwinkle.

She looked back up at him, her whole face flushed as she wrung her lips against each other in nervousness and eventually nodded and smiled. “I’d like that. I haven’t had a friend in a long while, Y’know?”

Eddie’s smile faltered for only a second before he fixed it and nodded. “Well, Honey, I’m interested in becoming very very good friends.” He leaned closer and quirked his lips into a teasing smirk.

She sighed dreamily and looked to his lips unknowingly, his smile stretching into a wolvish grin as he got the inkling of a feeling that he may have this girl wrapped around his finger already.

He glanced down at her own lips as she was distracted, noting how pink they were, maybe a little chapped but he longed to know what it was like to kiss every inch of her. His gaze dipped to her chest, the mounds jutting out from her chest and allowing the cotton tshirt to fall straight down and conceal any semblance of a figure.

But Eddie knew better.

He knew she was hiding an ethereal secret underneath that shirt.

His eyes snapped back to hers as she took a breath to say something when she was interrupted by Janie yanking open the last sheet separating them from the inevitable world.

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str4ngergirlw0rld · 5 months

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eddie “has to hold your hand when he sleeps” munson

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itsthewritergal · 2 years

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Freak - Eddie Munson x reader

Omg my first ever Eddie fic!! What can I say I’m completely obsessed with him aha!

Enjoy :) xx

TW: bullying, name calling, anxiety mentions (pretty sure this is it but let me know if I’ve missed anything)

Y/N felt her heart leap into her throat as Mrs Jones, her English teacher invited her up to the front of the class to introduce herself. There wasn’t anything she hated more than being the centre of attention and her plan for this school was just to fly under the radar.

“So Y/N tell us a bit about yourself” Mrs Jones, said gently with a kind smile which only terrified Y/N more

“Well I just moved to Hawkins to weeks ago,” She paused looking to Mrs Jones for a little bit of help, not noticing how her hands began shaking as every single person in the class stared at her

“What is your favourite subject?” Mrs Jones prompted

“English, so I suppose its good I’m starting with that” She said with a light chuckle, but that didn’t stop her voice breaking from the anxious thoughts running through her head

“Oh my god, her hands are shaking. What a freak” One of the cheerleaders sitting at the back muttered, loud enough to create a ripple of stifled laughter through the class

“Gemma! That is enough” Mrs Jones snapped, “Go on Y/N, what about hobbies or how about what you want to be when you grow up?”

“I enjoy reading and I want to be a writer, ” She said simply, pleased that she managed to get through the sentence without panicking more

“What kind of writer?” Mrs Jones asked

“Fantasy or Horror” She said with a smile, feeling more at ease talking about her passions.

“Horror? She really is a freak!” Another student said from the back of the class, Y/N caught it and felt an anxious bubble form in her throat

“Can I go sit down now?” Y/N asked quietly

“Of course” Mrs Jones said with a patient smile.

Y/N took her seat once more next to a girl who had introduced herself as Freya, before Y/N had been called up to the front

“Stay away from me Freak” She snapped harshly,

“Watch out Freya, you don’t want to catch anything from her” One of the boys the row behind them laughed quietly.

Y/N shifted her chair a little away from Freya, not wanting any more attention surrounding her. She forcefully pushed the tears back as the lesson started.

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Y/N stood at the entrance to the cafeteria, her bag in her hand. Her mums homemade pasta salad sitting in a Tupperware box at the bottom, she had been looking forward to it since her mum had sent it off with her this morning but now she just felt sick. She had hoped by lunch she might have someone to sit with, but not one person she had tried to talk to had made any effort back, they had just called her a freak and left with a laugh. Looking over all the tables she saw an empty one in the corner of the large room, it was furthest away from the table of cheerleaders so Y/N decided that would be the best option. She quietly began eating her lunch when Freya and Gemma turned their attention to her,

“Awh look at the freak eating all alone, she’s a loner as well as a freak” Gemma giggled loudly enough for the whole cafeteria to hear, the cheerleaders laughed along with her as a few of the other tables turned and stared at Y/N, who shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She casted her eyes down, and focused on the food in front of her, wanting nothing more than the ground to swallow her whole.

“Hey” A voice cut her out of her trance, Y/N lifted her gaze and set her eyes on the guy who sat himself opposite her “I’m Eddie, the schools resident freak-waste-of-space-weirdo nice to meet you fellow freak” He grinned, Y/n laughed at his introduction “You have a name?” He asked

“Y/N” She answered quietly “Not quite the first day you hoped for eh?” He said with a sad grimace

“Not really” She admitted, feeling a little more at ease that she wasn’t alone

“Well you can’t really expect much more from the airheads on the cheerleader team, their expertise start and end with knowing the basketball team inside and out” He said “Pay no attention, they’ve peaked in high school, which means that soon enough it’ll be the freaks turn to peak” He grinned

“Soon enough” Y/N agreed letting her first smile of the day tug at her lips

“Ah so the freak can smile, here I was thinking that I was making your day worse” He said

“You’re actually making it better” Y/N admitted “You’re the first person to actually talk to me like a human” She laughed quietly

“Well Y/N the freak, would you like to join me and my little sheep at our table?” He said standing up and extending his hand in a bow which made Y/N laugh

“I would love to” She grinned taking his hand and her pasta salad in the other. Eddie lead her over to a table in the middle of the cafeteria where his friends sat

“Everyone this is Y/N, she the newest freak in Hawkins High, so be nice she’s one of us” Eddie said his hand never leaving hers as they sat down.

After a few quick introductions Y/N was thrown into a question and answer session with Dustin who wanted to know all about her life, and how she was finding Hawkins, Y/N began to feel comforted by the words that tumbled out of Dustin’s mouth.

“Are we still on for D&D later?” Will asked Eddie, as the conversations all died down

“Of course my friends” Eddie grinned “You all better be prepared”

“What’s D&D?” Y/N asked quietly feeling the anxiety bubble up as Eddie turned to her “It’s a game, this fantasy game where we all run campaigns. Eddie’s the best dungeon master there is! You should join!” Dustin said

“Yeah you should, we’re just about to finish this campaign, you should join the next one” Will said with a smile “What do you think Eddie”

“The more the merrier, what do you say freak?” He said with a friendly grin

“I don’t know if I’d be any good” She said

“How about you come watch tonight, I’ll even let you run the session with me” Eddie said “No pressure, if you don’t enjoy it you can go home. But if you do you can join next campaign” He suggested

“Yeah ok, sounds fun” Y/N said with a smile

“Well we better get to class, see you tonight Eddie! Bye Y/N” Dustin waved as he headed off with the others out of the cafeteria

“Y/N” Eddie said quietly

“Yeah?”

“Those cheerleaders are missing out on the best damn freak Hawkins High has ever had” Eddie said

“Thanks Eddie” Y/N blushed

“What’s your next class?” He asked

“Chemistry” Y/N answered pulling out her timetable, Eddie took it gently from her hands.

“Well it looks like you’re with me for the entire afternoon, isn’t that lucky”Eddie smirked

“Freaks have to stick together after all” Y/N grinned

“That we do”

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teddyeyeseddie · 4 months

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The Cherrywood Motel

Starry Haze, Crystal Ball

rockstar!Eddie x housekeeper!reader

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(a/n: ITS BACKKKK AND SO AM I!! Enjoy my lovelies and visit my blog for some life updates!)

warnings: soft eddie, smut, minors dni, oral (fem rec), p in v, cream pie x 2, riding, showering together, a jump from last chapter.

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You lug all your clothes into the laundromat down the street, heaving the heavy bag onto the table before you once you’ve made your way inside. The smell of bleach and laundry detergent mixes in your nostrils as you sort your piles of dirties.

It’s early in the morning, the only person in the place being you and an elderly woman. You enjoy the quiet, only the soft whirring of the dryers breaking the silence.

You separate your lights from darks, throwing your first load in when a familiar voice resonates through the quaint room.

“Shit- fuck,” you look over to see Eddie struggling with a bag of laundry. You chuckle to yourself, your eyes meeting his. His face lights up when he sees you.

“Hey stranger,” he breathes out as he settles in at the table next to you.

“Hi Eddie,”

Ever since Eddie woke up in your bed, things had been different. Eddie seemed happier, his demeanor not so jittery. You talked more, Eddie revealing more about his life.

You learned he was really a dork. Knows a little too much about horror movies, still plans D&D campaigns for fun, and collects mugs from every new place he goes.

He’s become softer, more himself in the last few days. You found yourself getting closer to him, his magnetic force drawing you in with every little conversation.

His captivating personality had you expressing more things about yourself, like your favorite flower, how you got the scar on your shoulder, and all about your childhood cat, Mr. Snuffles.

Talking to Eddie when he was sober was easy, he didn’t go on unnecessary tangents, he wasn’t as flirty and he looked oh so pretty when he was healthy.

His usual red eyes now pure, no sign of distress in them. He even started taking care of his hair, his usual frizzy locks now smooth and curly. He was doing better. You were proud of him.

“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you today,” he says, pulling out all of his clothes and settling them into a pile. He gathers them all in his arms, walking towards a washer.

“Aren’t you gonna sort them?” you ask, chuckling to yourself as Eddie struggles with the large amount of clothes he has in his hands.

“I never do?” he says as if it's almost a question.

“Well, I’m sure you have some 200 dollar shirts in there that are begging to be sorted,”

“My uh- lady at home usually does it. This is how I used to do laundry when I was a kid,”

You roll your eyes, motioning for him to come back to the table.

You sort his dirty clothes for him, it feels pathetic but the smile he has on his face as you help him makes it somewhat worth it.

“You’ve gotta sort lights from darks. I’d suggest separating your whites too but I don’t want you to keel over,”

He chuckles, grabbing the pile of darks and carrying them to a washer. He puts in his quarters, handing you some so you can start the pile of lights.

“So what are you up to for the rest of the day?” he questions as he strolls back to the tables where your clothes still lay.

“Nothing really, apartment hunting for a little bit and then back to the motel,” you gather your pile of clothes, turning towards the washers and placing the items inside. Eddie swoops in front of you and puts quarters in for you, you playfully roll your eyes but smile up at him nonetheless.

“Oooh, that should be fun,” he scratches at the back of his neck, “I uh- owe you for bailing me out so just let me know what you need for the security deposit and I’ll write a check,”

“Thank you Eddie, but you don’t have to. I lost your jacket, I bailed you out, were even,”

Eddie shakes his head, curls flying in all directions at the erratic movement.

“Someone stole my jacket from you, you didn’t just leave it for anyone to take. Plus I can,so let me,” he states, eyes locking with yours in a stare.

“Just let me, it’s the least I can do-” you nod your head, allowing the man to help you pay your way into a new apartment.

A feat that was easier said than done, you had looked at 5 separate places with Christa, none of them being anything close to what you wanted or needed.

You finally decide to call it quits and return back to the hotel, smiling when you see Eddie waiting outside your door with a pizza box in his hand. Christa sends you a wink as you get out of the car, a soft “enjoy yourself” falling from her lips.

Eddie grins widely when he sees you step out of Christa’s car.

“Sorry- thought you were home from your hunting,” he motions towards your car that is parked a few spots down from your door.

“Kinda got stuck at our last place. Creepy landlord,” you straighten out the pleats of your skirt as Eddie sucks in a breath in through his teeth, wincing dramatically.

“At least you dodged that bullet,” he says as he leans against the doorframe waiting for you to open it, his slim shoulders doing a good job at boxing you in. The smell of his cologne makes your mind whir, gone are the days of dried puke and alcohol.

You unlock the door, Eddie’s hand pushing it open forcing you to duck underneath his arm. He lets the door close softly behind him once he is inside, being sure to lock the deadbolt.

He places the pizza box on the small table by the window. He draws the curtains, blocking out the rest of the world and turning the room into a space that was only for the two of you.

“Got your favorite,” he motions to the box with his thumb as he walks up behind you. You’re stepping out of your shoes when Eddie’s arm snakes around your front, under your arm and resting on your collarbone. He’s come over every night since the cleaning fiasco, you talk about the ten-day-whirlwind that the two of you have embarked on and get to know eachother even more.

Eddie spends most of his time apologizing when you recall anything from the short time of knowing him, ashamed of how much he had hurt you.

It’s been a week of take-out, today bringing you to day seventeen. Ten days of hell and seven of something in between a raging fire and a rumbling earthquake- scalding your skin and shaking off the dust settled deep in your soul.

His arm comes undone from you, his hand tracing down your tricep, over your elbow, ghosting down your forearm, finally grasping your hand as he draws you towards the radio sitting in the corner of the room.

Eddie liked to dance- he twirled to what he called your “teeny bopper” music, he swayed his hips to country music, he even danced to his own music when you forced him to listen to it one night.

Eddie danced with you tonight- his fingers fit perfectly through yours, his hand rested right in the dip of your waist, his lips looked pretty in this light.

“Are you thinking about kissing me, sweets?” He questions, a smile forming on his lips as he leans forward. You blush nervously, nodding your head. His smile gets even wider before he leans in, lips capturing yours.

Both his hands come to cup your face, cheeks tugging and eyes crinkled as he leans in further. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, pushing backwards until your knees hit the back of the couch. You pull away, shifting from foot to foot as you wait for Eddie to take the reins. He chuckles softly before capturing your lips in another soft kiss before pulling away and plopping down onto the couch. He pulls you into his lap, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then down your neck, all the way to your shoulder.

His eyes meet yours, his hands fumbling with the edge of your sweater. A plea on the edge of his lips as he looks up at you. You nod, letting him remove the garment from your body. He audibly moans at the sight, your breasts bouncing freely only leaving you in your skirt.

“Please tell me you have panties on,” he mumbles, hand snaking down to your center. He bites his lips and groans when he’s met with your sticky folds.

“S’ laundry day,” you giggle.

His fingers trace through your slick, he has half a mind to shove the fingers in your face, make you lick yourself off of him. But When he glances over your face, your pouting lips and furrowed brow send his heart racing. He decides right then that you're an angel. He thinks there’s no way you're real, there is absolutely no way you’re here with him.

He wraps his arm around your waist, standing from his place on the couch. He walks you back to the bed as you kiss up the side of his neck. He lands you on the middle, arms caging you in as he leans down to kiss you. He’s much slower this time, desperate clashing of teeth melting to well thought out movements.

You pull away from him, hands coming to mess with the edge of his old band tee.

“You’re much too dressed for the occasion, Mr. Munson,” you giggle out. He smiles down at you, getting up to strip out of his clothes. You hold your breath when he pulls down his boxers, his cock springing out and slapping against his belly. It’s big and you’re sure he knows it.

He crawls back up the bed, kissing from your ankle to your neck. He splays kisses across your face, finally meeting your lips in a sweet kiss.

His eyes bore into yours as he pushes some hair from your face before kissing you again, but he pulls away much too quickly for your liking.

“M’ gonna eat you out now, kay’?” he mumbles against your lips, you nod, throwing your head back as Eddie begins to kiss back down your body. He stops at the waistband of your skirt, mumbling something to himself before hooking his fingers in the band and pulling the fabric over your bottom.

He moans at the sight of your center, leaning forward to press a kiss to your thighs before diving in completely. He licks from your hole, up to your clit, tongue dancing around the bundle of nerves. Your knuckles grip the white sheets, mind reeling as he works you up to an orgasm. He laps at your pussy, pulling away to spit on his fingers.

His ringed fingers come to push through the sticky mess the two of you have created, one finally pushing in, drawing a guttural moan from your lips. The cold metal of his rings bump against your skin every time he thrusts his fingers in and out. He works you up to three before pulling them out completely, mouth still assaulting your clit, causing you to squeal.

“You ready f’me?” he questions, mouth still between your legs. You tug on his hair, pulling him away from your center, nodding profusely with a smile on your face.

He pushes you further up the bed, settling in between your legs. His cock nudges at your hole, the tip catching inside, you mewl quietly when he pushes in. He leans down, arms settling on either side of your head, his hair tickling your nose as he looks down at you intently.

“So pretty,” You mumble, hand coming up to cup his cheek and draw him into a kiss. He smiles into it, pulling away and admiring the way your face contorts every time he punches that spongy spot inside you.

“S’ all you, sweets,” He moans, forehead pressing against yours as he drives into you. The pace he sets draws moan after moan from deep within you.

Your hand stays cupping his face, kissing him again, your lips barely brushing his when he pulls away.

“C’mon pretty girl, tell me what it is. Wanna know what I should be moaning while I ruin you.”

You shutter a breath out- your name falling off your lips and into the air.

“F-fuck..” he’s full on smiling, his eyes crinkling as he languidly thrusts inside you.

“Eds-Eddie. M’ close,”

“Shit-ok. Where do you want me?” He picks up his pace, cock nudging at all the right places.

“Inside- want you inside,” Your legs lock around his waist, forcing him to bury himself to the hilt as he spills inside of you.

He’s giggling when you finally release him, pulling his still hard cock from inside you and smearing around the mess that has formed between your legs.

“Look so good painted all pretty for me. Could take a picture and look at it all tour long. Would never haveta’ look anywhere else. Just me this little memory and my hand,” he’s pulling your ass cheeks apart, releasing them before his thumb hooks into your pussy as he rummages around on the side table- careful not to knock down the countless polaroids around the camera.

“Can I sweets? Take a pretty little polaroid of this pretty little pussy?” he thrusts his thumb in further, drawing more cum out of you. You giggle when you feel it run down your thighs as you give him a soft hum in response to his question.

He snaps a picture of your most bare area, the idea makes you blush but then there's the idea of Eddie- using it. That makes it feel alright.

“Just wanna take one more,” he says as his cock nudges at your hole again, the puffy skin wanting to scream no but the burn short circuiting your brain at the same time.

He snaps another picture once he’s half inside you, your hands covering your face as you giggle.

“Enough of that,” he says with a small chuckle as he tosses the camera back onto the bedside table. His hands grip your hips as he lazily thrusts into you.

After finally having enough of Eddie’s teasing, you push at Eddie’s belly, signaling him to stop. He flashes you a confused look as he pulls out but soon gets the idea once you scramble off the bed and begin pushing him towards the couch.

He flops down onto the cushions, legs spreading wide. Deft fingers wrapping around your hips as you sink down onto him, your arms snake around his neck and pull at the hair sitting at the nape.

Eddie looks up at you in awe, his eyes never leaving yours as you ride him. His lips are parted, soft breaths and moans tumbling from his mouth.

“Shit- baby I- I can’t last like this-” He groans as he tries to stop your movements. You grab his hand, raising it and placing it on your breast.

“C’mon sweets, come in me again,” He moans sweetly at his own pet name being used against him, his hips stilling once he is settled inside you. He buries his head in your neck as he comes, teeth biting in as he silences himself.

You let him stay inside you for a while, finally pulling off of him when Eddie begins to rub at the skin on your hips.

You’re up on wobbly legs, shooting Eddie a glare when he begins to chuckle.

He throws his hands up in defense and motions to the mess between his legs. Cum has dripped down his balls and pooled in his seat.

“Gonna need to spot clean this one miss housekeeper,” He winces as he gets up, collecting you in his arms and placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Let’s shower, yeah?”

You nod, taking his hand as he guides you to the small porcelain tub. He turns on the water, testing it with his fingers before stepping in once it has warmed up. He extends his hand to you, thanking him quietly once you're standing before him in the tiny shower.

He takes a step back, moving out of the spray and allowing you to warm up under the water. You take turns getting your bodies warmed up, Eddie finally assuming his position behind you washing your hair.

“You mentioned tour,” you blush as you recall the memory from moments ago. Eddie’s stops scrubbing your scalp and sighs.

“I- I’m leaving,” he says in an almost whimper.

“Oh, when?”

“Two days,”

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