#stranger things fanfictioneddie munson fluff

[silent-stories]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

Pairing: Eddie x GN!Reader (reader is called "sweetheart" but there are no pronouns)

Summary: three times Eddie called you "sweetheart"

Warnings: blood, angst, fluff, cutting animals in biology class.

The first time he called you by that petname, you were both in class, during a slightly unusual biology lesson.

Eddie entered the classroom as if the lesson hadn't started ten minutes earlier and greeted the teacher with a nod and a smirk, as if he were a friend of hers.

In response the teacher rolled her eyes and continued to explain how you were supposed to open and analyze the different organs of the frogs in front of you.

Eddie scanned the class for a moment before his gaze fell on the only open seat that day, which happened to be the one next to you.

He plopped down on the chair with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest before glancing at the dead animal on the desk in front of him with a disgusted face that made you chuckle.

"What?" He asked harshly without even turning towards you, as he took off his leather jacket and leaned it against the back of his chair.

The spring light that filtered through the windows of the classroom illuminated his skin and, observing him closely as you have never done before, you noticed for the first time that there were many small freckles on his nose and that the bat tattoo on his arm wasn't as perfect as it looked but faded and uneven.

"Is the cult leader disgusted by a little dead animal?" You laughed.

"Hellfire is not a cult." He grunted.

"Oh, I know." You chuckled and he finally looked up at you when he realized you were just joking and not remotely serious.

A smirk appeared on his lips just before the teacher called you back for being distracted and chatting and he went back to staring at the frog.

"And that's what you have to do with its stomach." She explained by taking a small knife in her hand and opening the animal. "If you think you can't do it, you can ask a classmate for help. I'll give you a few minutes and then I'll explain what you have to do with its heart, okay?"

In the following moments, you worked on your from like the rest of the class but out of the corner of your eye you couldn't help but keep following the hesitant movements of Eddie who, at that point you were sure, he had never held a knife except to cut his lunch.

It was so weird to think that the boy the whole school thought made sacrifices in his cult couldn't even cut a frog's stomach.

"Eddie."

"Mh?" He suddenly lifted his head, some curls falling over his face.

"Do you want me to... open your frog?"

Eddie stared at you for a moment and then against your expectation he burst out laughing with his head thrown back and some cute dimples springing up his cheeks. "Please, do it, sweetheart. I think I'm going to throw up."

You shook your head with a half smile on your lips before grabbing his frog and using your knife on its stomach, feeling his gaze on you as you did.

The nickname he used had a strange effect on you that you couldn't quite explain but you felt something different for the first time in the pit of your stomach.

Eddie, on the other hand, was already thinking he was head over heels for you.

The second time it happened at the Hideout, after months of you starting to consider Eddie your friend and when he saw you opening the door of the bar he thought he was hallucinating but no, he wasn't on drugs.

"Hey, I...I didn't think you were actually going to come."

"Well, I told you I would come." You laughed as you sat down on a stool at the bar as Eddie nodded to Gareth, as if to tell him he'd be joining the rest of the band soon.

"Well, I thought you were joking or something like that." He said scratching the back of his head.

"Why would I to do that?" You chuckled.

"I don't know... people do that to me a lot. Nevermind, you look really good tonight by the way. Like... yeah, really good." As always, when he wanted to pay you a simple compliment, he lost the ability to formulate a sentence with any sense.

A voice from the stage caught your attention. "Edward Munson, could you please get your ass here and stop trying to flirt? You are terrible at it, by the way." Gareth announced into the microphone.

You laughed, hiding your face in your hands for a moment in embarrassment. "Thanks. I think... I think you should go."

"Disgusting!" Gareth commented into the mic, his eyes fixed on you, making some people laugh around the not too crowded local.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "See you later, okay Sweetheart?"

You nodded but when he had already turned away you spoke again. "You look good with eyeliner by the way."

The only comment received was a "bleah!" coming from Gareth.

Eddie hoped you didn't notice how much he blushed as he went on the stage.

The third time happened after the Upside Down, after Master of Puppets, after the demobats, after the screams, the tears and the blood.

The room was quiet. Too quiet. Painfully quiet. You were scared that if either of you said something, you would burst into tears.

There were blood stains on the floor and in the sink.

Eddie was sitting on your bathroom counter, upper body bare before you, and covered in wounds. You stood in front of him, carefully tending to each bruise, cut, and bite that he’d gotten.

Even at that moment, knowing that he was okay, and would recover, you were riddled with fear. You couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve happened, and how you had been only moments away from loosinf him, from finding him dead.

With horrible images forming in your mind, your hands tremble as you continue wiping the blood off of his skin, when he hissed in pain and flinched away from you, you quickly retracted your hand.

“I'm sorry.” You didn’t want to whisper, but you couldn’t seem to speak any louder, your voice strained and every word seemed to physically hurt to.

“It's okay.” Eddie assured you, offering a small smile. You just nodded slowly, then turn on the faucet, rinsing the bloodied washcloth with warm water just as you’d done once already.

Tears formed in your eyes, and you founf it harder and harder to hold them back by the second. As you turned of the water and began to wring out the wash cloth, you looked at Eddie. That was you broke, and the tears spilled from your eyes.

He leant his head against yours, pressing a sweet kiss to the crown of your head. “Hey, talk to me." He murmured gently rubbing your back with his hand.

You were almost shaking, trying to gather yourself enough to speak.

"I don’t want to lose you," you confessed, pausing to inhale shakily. “I was so fucking scared when you cut the rope. I mean, I really felt sick, Eddie. I don’t know what I would have done if we didn’t get to you in time and God, i just..." you paused, sighing. “I love you so fucking much,” you murmured, other tears beginning to fall from your eyes.

Eddie stayed quiet for a moment, processing your words. However, when he felt your tears on his skin, he gently cupped your cheeks to make you look at him. “you didn’t lose me, though,” he assured you, his voice also shaking now. “I'm right here, aren’t I?” He asked, pressing his forehead against yours. Slowly, you nodded.

That was the moment you both realized how close you were to each other, how little space there was between your mouths and that you wanted that space to be even smaller, to disappear.

"Sweetheart." He breathed.

This time it was almost like a warning, it was almost like he was telling you not to. Like he knew being with him was some sort of a curse and he didn't want you to go through what he's been through in his life. Like he was afraid that if you kissed him at that moment then it would be too late to tell you to turn your back and run as far away from him as possible, that he only brought trouble and nothing good ever came with him.

"Eddie, I love you." You repeated looking into his eyes. His dark and still fearful pupils seemed to tell you "don't do it".

But his heart said something else. And his heart always chose you.

"I love you too."

He kissed you first.

Or at least, that's what he believed but he wasn't very sure in reality. It was as if he understood that you weren't afraid to be with him at the same time that you understood that he wanted you too and you attracted each other's like magnets.

His lips were soft, more than you expected or ever imagined but he also tasted like blood.

A flavor that shouldn't have been there but that didn't make you pull back.

You cupped the back of Eddie's neck and his hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"You will be okay. We will be okay." You whispered when you broke kiss in need of air.

He stayed silent for a brief moment. "Promise?"

"Promise."

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