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[smutson]

You have amazing writing! And I love seeing how open you are to questions and/or other things. Love the characterization. Feels more than perfect. Stoked to be a super girly girl flicking her feet and giggling for the next chtr tho!. 😈😂

sorry this next chapter is taking a while to get out again, but i think y'all will really like it ❤️

[smutson]

A Little Advice

Authors Note: Sorry it's been so long since any new fanfics. School and work have been kicking my ass. More to come soon!! DMS and Requests always open :)

Summary : Agreeing to go to the new roller skating rink, Robin, Steve and Nancy can't take it anymore. After watching you flirt for months with Eddie, they attempt to take matters into their own hands and give you the "push" you needed.

Warnings: cursing, kissing, blood, female reader, mostly just a fluffly little blurb.

Word Count: 2.2k

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“Ugh. They’re so adorable I think I’m gonna vomit.” Robin says with a big slurp of her drink. 

“Nope. That was a 5$ milkshake! Gimme that.” Steve urges, snatching the cup from her hands causing Robin to snort as he takes a sip. 

“It’s frustrating to watch really.” Nancy chips in as the three of them watch you and Eddie rollerblading from their spot in the dining area. Everyone had excitedly agreed to come skating tonight at the new and brightly decorated rink, but the performance that was you and Eddie had quickly taken over the entertainment aspect of the night. Both of you had been more touchy than normal tonight and the shamelessly clueless flirting was getting hard to watch.

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes as Eddie catches you from falling and embraces you tightly, a shit eating grin on his face. 

“One of them just needs to make a move already. They’ve been like this for weeks!” 

“More than that dude. They’ve always been like this, you were just too clueless to notice.” Robin says to Steve with a lazy point of the finger. Nancy nods with a sheepish smile. He responds with the raise of his brows and another eye roll before continuing. 

“Okay. Sorry I wasn’t keeping a closer eye on Munson’s dating life…” he says throwing his hands defensively in the air. “They just need a little push. Something. Anything. Or I might blow chunks with Robin if I have to watch him grin like that again.” 

Nancy giggles at this and takes the milkshake from him, sipping a few times before she grabs her small purple purse. She fishes out some cash and grins mischievously at the equally confused expressions from both Steve and Robin. 

She taps her fingertips on the neon table and adds a quick “be right back!” before skating towards the DJ. Robin smirks at this and nods, catching onto Nancy’s plan long before Steve can connect the dots. The two of them watch as she hands the cash to the vibrantly dressed man behind the booth and nods enthusiastically at him. 

Steve flicks his eyes towards the rink again, the dramatic saga that was you two’s feelings towards each other still in full swing as Eddie gives you a huge smile as you catch yourself from falling. He can’t help but feel a small smile tug on his lips. Two of his best friends were falling hard for each other but neither had a clue. The shared happiness you two had any time the other is present is adorable. He can admit that. Even if you were both idiots for not realizing it sooner. 

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Nancy’s plan was a total epic failure. She had requested a popular and sappy love song to play. In high hopes that the music and the “couple’s only!” rule (hand holding not required but encouraged!) for the song would spark something between you two. Forever the hopeless romantic Nancy was.

Only problem though. 

Nancy requested a Cyndi Lauper song and hoped Eddie the Freak Munson would enjoy it. Let alone seize some kind of moment with it. Absolutely not. Nancy realized this within seconds of sitting back down besides Steve.

“Oh…damn it.” She mumbles to herself quietly as Eddie dramatically pretends to puke once the song starts, earning a giggle from you. 

Robin rolls her eyes to Nancy. 

“You really thought this song would do it for 'em?” 

“I like this song!” 

“But this is is EDDIE!"

And speak of the devil, there you both were. Faces flushed red and small drops of sweat lining your foreheads, you both tiredly slumped down into the booth next to Robin. Practically squishing her into the wall.

"Ugh. They really need to do something about the music here. This is the third Lauper song they've played in like 5 minutes." Eddie says with an exhale. Steve and Robin both stifle a giggle as Nancy suddenly becomes very interested in the salt shaker and quietly agrees. Total failure.

"Not to mention the hand-holding rule! That sounds like a great way to end up with matching couple's bruises." You giggle and point to a younger teenager wiping out and taking his date to the ground with him. Eddie chuckles and starts playing with a soggy french fry drenched in ketchup. You notice a perk rise in Steve's face, who taps Eddie on the shoulder and gestures to the counter.

"Hey man, come with me to get some more food. Robin demolished those fries."

"As long as you're buying dude!" he responds cheerfully as they hop out of the booth.

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Before Eddie can even start browsing the menu for some food, Steve loudly claps him on the back. He pauses a moment before saying anything, which sends nervous summersaults deep into Eddie's already growling stomach.

"What are you doing man?"

"Um...Well Harrington, I am trying to decide on my dinner, as was the plan."

"What? Shit. No. I mean with Y/N."

This causes a warm tingle in Eddie's cheeks as he glances back at the table towards you, who is swinging a half eaten fry in front of Nancy trying to get her take a bite. You both laugh heartily and he feels his chest tighten familiarly. An involuntary feeling that he had grown accustomed to each time he saw you laugh.

"I mean...I don't know man. I've been telling you, she just doesn't see me like that." He glumly replies and nervously starts picking at his hair. A habit that always gave away when he was anxious. Steve sighs with another roll of the eyes.

"Have you asked her? We all see the way she looks at you Munson. Anyone with eyes can see that she has a crush on you." Steve replies, softening his approach a little once he sees Eddie nervous expression, a look that not a lot of people in Hawkins had seen him display, usually well hidden under his usual bravado.

"Look. Skate with her, be confident and just show her you care. She's already fallen for you, so now just don't fall on your ass. Quite literally." Steve finishes, but not before Eddie notices a longing glance Steve gives to Nancy. Their relationship was it's own after school special. Christ.

Eddie turns towards him and gives him a knowing and mischievous grin which results in a joking shove from Steve.

"I know I know. Shut up."

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Eddie and Steve finally return to the booth with a large cheap beer and the biggest chili cheese dog you've ever seen in your life. They also returned with a strange unspoken tension between the two of them and a few knowing glances at each other. It doesn't take you long to sense that their conversation was probably quite similar to the interrogation Robin and Nancy put on you as soon as they left. Everyone had been trying to set you and Eddie up and drop little hints every chance they got, and although you appreciated the efforts, it hurt more each time they were in vain. You had liked Eds since you were inducted into their small friend group and the crush was starting to wear down on your emotions.

Suddenly, She Blinded me with Science! starts blaring in the small skating rink and you were determined to have fun before you sank deep into the dark recesses of your mind about the whole situation. You abruptly stand up, gesturing your hand to Robin to join you on the rink.

"C'mon! I can promise you're not that bad at skating! I mean I saw a 5 year old fall two more times than you did!" You joke encouragingly and she scoffs but grabs your hand to join. You muster the best puppy-dog eyes you can possibly manage at the rest of the table and everyone starts to stand, besides Eddie. Who holds a finger up, takes 4 big swigs of the beer that only he was old enough to order, and slams the empty and foamy glass back on the table. Clapping his hands together, he follows the rest of you back onto the floor.

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“Eddie! Stop showing off!” Robin shouts at his back as he makes another quick lap around the rink, passing her and sticking out his tongue. Robin has her hands glued to the walls as she slowly tries inching her way along the path, similar to the pace of a drunken toddler. Which was probably the safest option as far as you were concerned. Robin plus wheels plus momentum only brought images of an emergency room to your mind. Eddie was the only one in the group that was great at roller skating. Bringing his own old and worn pair of blades he had gotten years ago from Wayne when he first moved in with him. As old as the skates were, he was had been showing off his moves and speed all night to the less athletically inclined. Including Robin and yourself. 

“Heads up!” Eddie shouts from behind you with his fingers waving in front of his mischievously grinning face. He had been chasing you for the past two songs, jumping up from behind you and scaring the shit out of you each time he made a rotation. Grabbing your shoulders and giving you a quick shake and giggle each time. After busting your ass for the second time though because of it, you were determined to get him back. Time to take down the Dungeon Master, you think with a smirk. You try to build some momentum and push deeper with each glide to try and catch up with Eddie, but damn was he fast.

You pass Steve and give a point to Eddie's back, hinting at your plan and Steve smiles giving a thumbs up, with a slight wobble.

"Bleeeeeh!" Eddie yells with his tongue out from behind you as he swiftly skirts between you and Steve, nearly taking you both down in the process. He glances back at you, hair gracefully gliding past his shoulders and chuckles when he sees you try and regain your balance. You push off both feet and race to meet him before he can make another rotation. Your lungs and calves start to feel burn at the effort, but finally you are directly behind an unsuspecting Eddie. Before you can reach out and grab him, you left skate wobbles beneath you and your body slams hardly into his, taking you both to the ground.

The fall was quick, but you could feel Eddie wrap his arms around you bracing for impact but only seconds too late as your chin makes direct contact with the ground. Blood fills your mouth quickly as your tongue burns. You had slammed you jaw slammed shut directly over your tongue and your teeth were stronger than you anticipated.

"Oh shit! Y/N! Are you okay? You're bleeding!" He asks, scrambling closer to you. A bright red line of blood is pouring from his nose and dripping onto the wooden ground.

"Woah! Are you okay?! You are too!" You sputter out, tongue already throbbing. He reaches a ringed hand to his nose and chuckles when it comes back bloody.

"Well shit." He laughs, his breath hitting your face which flutters your stomach. "I'm okay, but what about you? Your teeth are all bloody."

"Just about bit my tongue off, but besides that I'm peachy keen!" A giggle comes out of your throat as he inches closer to you and places a hand on your cheek. You give him a huge smile, which he meets with his classic Eddie grin.

"Very exorcist with the bloody teeth Y/N." Eddie jokes and pauses for a moment, deep in thought and before you know it he presses a soft kiss on your mouth. Any air in the skating rink gets sucked out of the atmosphere in a millisecond. His soft lips were on yours and the kisses were deep. Longing. You push deeper into him and the music seems to fade out and the rink is suddenly empty. Just the two of you. You had been daydreaming about this for months and all of a sudden dreams became reality. You let out a small gasp and he quickly pulls away, eyes dark and concerned. You can't help but burst out laughing at the blood covering both of your faces and the fact that you were still sitting on the floor or the rink, getting curious looks from passing skaters. Any worry on his face quickly evaporates and he lets out a large laugh as he takes in the ridiculousness of it all. He lays down on the floor, still giggling as you try and get to your feet. Thinking about this moment for so long and you had finally kissed. Had you pictured that you both would be covered in blood and soon to be bruises? No. Was it in typical spontaneous Eddie fashion? Absolutely.

Steve glides past the two of you, beaming with pride and says, "Well Munson, I said not to fall on your ass, but it seems to have worked out."

"Last time I get girl advice from you Harrington." Eddie jokes, giving you a groundbreaking grin as he helps you regain balance in his arms.

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Sleepy Hawkins

Summary: After your father is injured, he decides it's best for you to stay with your cousins Nancy and Mike for a little while. Starting school in the middle of the year and trying to deal with being the new kid, you meet a group of friends that changes your life. Slow burn fan fiction. Will for sure be multiple parts.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Cursing, fluff.

Sidenote: Sorry for such a long delay. I've been super busy with work and school. Suggestions and DMs always open!

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You had been visiting Hawkins once a year since you were young enough to not remember the first time you went. It had become your favorite time of the year, excited to be seeing your cousins Nancy and Mike, the wonderful cooking of Aunt Karen for Thanksgiving, and the late night bike rides through the sleepy town. This year would be slightly different however. Clark Wheeler had landed himself in the hospital from a work related injury resulting in the tearing of the fibers in his left knee and could barely care for himself, let alone his 17 year old daughter. After a late night phone call that echoed throughout the small hallways within the hospital, Clark had decided that it was best you stayed with his brother's family until he was back on his own two feet.

The idea roused anxieties in your chest at the thought of a new High School and having to transfer in the end of the first semester of your senior year. Having classmates that have known each other since they were in diapers, you knew making friends would be hard. Throughout the years, you had been closest with your cousin Nancy and had been introduced to a couple of her friends, resulting in nothing more then acquaintances after all this time due to your spotty visits to Hawkins.

Pacing around your cramped bedroom, you grab random articles of clothing and toss them onto your bed, attempting to aim at the open suitcase resting there. The visit to Hawkins didn't have an exact timeline, all depending upon Clark Wheeler's rehabilitation length. You could be there for six months for all you knew and the short notice was making packing extremely difficult. He had confessed his plans to you three days ago during a rather quiet dinner by his hospital bedside. You were already in a sour mood due to the cafeteria serving meatloaf that night, a meal that resembled a brick more than an edible dish. Your fork poked at the mystery meat as the plan of your departure was sprung upon you. Had there been protesting? Yes. Anger? Yes. Even a little bit of whining? Oh absolutely, but you could see your father growing more stressed by the day at seeing how worn out this whole situation and injury had made you. So after putting up a strong fight, you relented. Leading you to the current predicament of packing at hand, while your uncle was on the way from Hawkins to pick you up.

After another hour of stressed cramming into your suitcase, a horn honks from outside. You admire your hasty packing and sling the worn-down bag over you shoulder as you close the door to your bedroom. Not knowing when you would return to it's safety. You step outside to the cool October air and seeing your uncle parked in the driveway. He gives you an awkward wave from the front seat as you pull open the door and climb in. The drive was uneventful and slightly awkward, as Mr. Wheeler had never been a talkative man and the teenager next to him was content to keep it that way. Occasionally, you broke the silence to ask how your cousins were doing and a few other questions about enrollment for school, which regrettably, was the next morning. Nerves piled into your stomach as the car zipped from one city to another. The endless scenery whipping past you from your spot in the front seat. A few hours later, the brown Volvo pulled into the familiar driveway and the anxiety was quickly replaced by excitement. A few lights were on inside the house you noted as you grabbed your luggage and followed Mr. Wheeler into the home.

Aunt Karen, Mike, Nancy and Holly were all sitting at the dinner table as he opened the door. You were greeted with huge grins from Nancy and Mike, a shy wave from Holly and a tight hug from Karen. She leads you to the table where a plate was already set for you and your uncle's arrival. Green beans, a casserole of some kind and small loaves of bread rested on the plate in front of you as the table sprung into a lively and excited chatter about your arrival. How much you're going to like it in Hawkins, your father's current state in rehab, and school. Throughout the dinner, Mike had jokingly slipped tiny pieces of bread into your drink while convinced you weren't paying attention. Resulting in a rebuttal of sneakily dropping an entire green bean into his Coke a mere 5 minutes later, which he sputtered and coughed on as it attempted to torpedo down his throat. Once dinner had ceased, everyone within the house disappeared into different rooms to continue their nightly routines. Nancy had showed you the spare room they had set up for your stay, the windowseat bedroom you had slept in during your Thanksgiving visits over the years. Unchanged by time and now yours for the time being.

While helping you unpack, which you graciously thanked her for because the level of tiredness taking over your bones felt almost criminal, Nancy had begun telling you about school. More specifically about the acutely turbulent relationship between her and Jonathan Byers.

"He's felt so distantly recently. Even on the phone, he just seems so far away and I don't know what to do. I'm feeling myself starting to pull away from him." Nancy mentions glumly as she folds a green turtleneck of yours into the dresser. You glance at her and see the sadness behind her soft eyes.

"I'm sorry Nance. I really am. It's probably just stress with college applications or something. We both know Jonathan is a great guy, I'm sure it's just that." You tell her, trying your best to ease some of the stress displayed on her face.

"You're probably right Y/N. Thanks for listening, I know I can ramble about it sometimes."

"Don't worry, it's what I'm here for." You grin up at her and throw the now empty suitcase into a corner of the room dramatically, which Nancy giggled at. You talked for a little longer that night, but weariness bore down on you both and soon Nancy was hugging you goodnight and retreating to her room. Finally alone in the nostalgic spare bedroom, you sat down on the edge of the bed, feet grazing the wooden floor. The feeling of homesickness already rearing its ugly head, you fall back into the mattress with a dull thud. Urging sleep to overtake the stress of the day, anxieties for tomorrow, and unsure timeline of your stay.

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"Y/N! Come on!! Mom made breakfast!" Mike's squeaky voice assaults your right eardrum, startling you awake. Jesus. It was a long night for sure, sleep finally winning the fight around 4am after tossing and turning for hours. You slam your hands into your eyes and aggressively rub the grogginess from them with a huff at the rude awakening. Mike chuckles in the doorway and tosses you a piece of toast he had been holding in his left hand, which abruptly smacks you in the cheek. You grumpily snatch the bread and take an angry bite as he heads downstairs, still laughing. The full length mirror across the room exposes the tiredness of your face harshly and motivates you to stumble out of bed. Red and puffy from sleep and an imprint of the pillow marking your face, you crawl out of the warm embrace of the bed. While unable to sleep, you had planned out your outfit for school. A brown long sleeve button up tucked into your favorite pair of jeans accompanied with the beat up pair of converse that had been your loyal companions for the last 3 years of high school.

You throw the outfit on with a quick glance in the mirror and a ruffle of your curly hair. Good as it's going to get I guess. Racing down the stairs, the smell of bacon fills the house warmly accompanied by the sounds of Nancy and Mike bickering over the last piece.

"Nancy don't forget it's Wednesday! You'll need to pick up Mike once he's done." Aunt Karen's voice can be heard from the kitchen.

"I know Mom. You don't have to tell me every week."

"Well I wouldn't have to tell you every week if you actually remembered every week. Eddie had to give him a ride home the last two! I want you all back home by 7pm! Got that?"

"Yes mom! Jeez, come on guys we're going to be late." Nancy says, practically shoving you and Mike out the front door and out to her car. The piece of toast being the only thing you managed to scarf down. You climb into the passenger side and giggle at Nancy's irritated expression.

"What was that about?" You ask as she pulls out of the driveway and down the street to the school. She glances in the rearview mirror at Mike and rolls her eyes as he obnoxiously grins back at her.

"Mike has his stupid HellFire meeting today and mom has been hounding me about picking him up and being his own personal chauffer."

"What's HellFire?" You ask innocently as Nancy pulls to a stop at an intersection. Mike chirps up from the back seat at the question.

"Oh it's awesome! It's my D&D club. You remember Dungeon and Dragons right? We played a few times over Thanksgiving break. Well we meet once a week!" He informs you excitedly, which you nod in response, uttering a "sounds fun" and glance out the window at the other cars next to you. The rest of the drive is filled with your cousins bickering at each other and you zoning out the majority of it out. Occasionally laughing at one of their punchy remarks to the other. Far too soon, Hawkins High School, home of the Tigers! pulls into view. Nancy puts the car into a parking spot near the front entrance and Mike quickly jumps out before she even pulls the key out of the ignition. She gives you a look as you both exit the car, following her up the steps.

Once inside the halls, you glance around and take in your surroundings as Nancy gives you a brief tour and shows you where your first three classes are. Algebra 2, English and Physiology followed by lunch, in that order. Great. Absolutely riveting. Nancy smiles at you from the doorway as you reach first period and take a seat in the back. The next three hours are dull and filled with mild embarrassment at introducing yourself to your bored peers in each class. You had gotten lost, even after Nancy's attempt at directions, a total number of 5 times within the first two hours. When the bell screeches in Physiology, initiating the break for lunch, you couldn't be more relieved.

Once inside the cafeteria, you are shuttled into the line for food with other students. Said meal, which is what appears to be some kind of homemade pizza greets you blandly. You grab the green tray from the lunch lady with a small thanks and scan the room for Nancy. She had promised to meet you for lunch to introduce you to some of her friends, but her curly brown hair was no where to be seen. Where the hell is she? Nervous summersaults erupt in your mind at the thought of trying to navigate a spot to eat your sad lunch with the least amount of embarrassment possible. You throw your head to the left and spot Mike in the middle of the cafeteria sitting at a lunch table with some friends, laughing at a joke some guy with bushy hair said. You make a beeline for him, relieved to see a familiar face and plop down next to him and Dustin. They greet you cheerfully and the others at the table glance at you with confused expressions.

"Shit sorry. This is my cousin Y/N. She's staying with us for a while. She's cool and occasionally plays D&D." He adds the last part with a proud smile at Dustin, the other half of your gaming teacher, who nods in agreement. An older boy at the head of the table throws a hand towards you to shake.

"Well, nice to meet you older and more attractive Wheeler. I'm Eddie and this is Gareth and Jeff." He says gesturing to the other two boys at the table with a groundbreaking grin. You shake his hand and feel the cold metal touch of his rings against your palm. This is when you notice everyone at the table wearing matching t-shirts. The HellFire club logo brandished proudly upon all its members. You withdraw your hand and smile back at Eddie, slightly taken aback by how welcoming his grin is and how quickly it set you at ease.

"So if you play D&D, do you want to sit in on our meeting today?" Mike throws out with a quick glance at Eddie he adds "if that's okay."

"Yeah Wheeler, you should come! Our meetings kick-ass and I could always use a backup opinion on how to screw these little twerps over." Eddie laughs as Gareth and Jeff nod in agreement. You poke some mushy french fries on your tray with your fork, contemplating the idea.

"Hell yeah I'll come!" You tell the table and Eddie claps his hands together excitedly and Dustin and Mike proudly smirk up at your response. You glance around the cafeteria once more and a question rises in your throat.

"Where's Lucas? Is he not in HellFire with you guys? I figured he would be."

The question causes Mike and Dustin to shift uncomfortably in their green plastic chairs. The older boy shakes his head in disappointment as he points towards a corner in the cafeteria with his plastic knife. You follow the gesture with your eyes and spot him. A taller and lankier Lucas can be seen sitting with a group of boys in matching letterman's jackets. You hadn't seen Lucas since last Thanksgiving but he had grown to a towering height. A couple of the boys are tossing a basketball around when it bumps Lucas in the side of the head, who forces a chuckle in response. He glances over at the HellFire table and furrows his eyes together in disbelief at you munching on your pizza casually. You return the look with a sheepish wave and he smiles back, genuinely but still slightly confused at your random appearance in Hawkins.

"Yeesh. That's a bit awkward." You say and turn back around to the rest of HellFire.

"Sinclair's been taken over by the dark side as you can see." Eddie informs you. Dustin and Mike's faces become slightly overcast at the comment and the tension around the subject bears down around you. You make a mental note to avoid bringing up Lucas again as Mike quickly attempts to change the topic.

"How're ya likin Hawkins Y/N?" he asks you and nudges your shoulder.

"Oh it's everything I could've dreamed of." You respond sarcastically. "I really love introducing myself and a fun fact about me with every class I go to." Eddie and Dustin smirk up at you.

"You're a senior right?" Gareth asks you, shoveling a handful of chips into his mouth, a few strays falling from his hand and rolling onto the table. You nod back at him and ask if he is as well, which him and Eddie both inform you that they are. You smile down at your mushy pizza, hopeful to have one of them in your last three classes and not being entirely alone the whole day.

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You were excited for the day to be over with, ready to meet the rest of the HellFire club in a random drama room near the south side of the school. You had managed to skirt pass unnoticed in your last two classes and were determined to do the same for your final one. World History. A subject that you were decent at, but didn't enjoy enough to want to attend it at the very end of every day. You managed to find the tiny room and grab a random empty seat in the middle of the sea of chairs. Wheeled to the front of the class was a projector and relief flooded you at the thought of just sitting and taking notes for the next hour. The rest of your peers file into the room and start taking seats beside you. A few students you recognize from other classes but nobody you had really talked to ever. Until Eddie waltzes in right as the bell cries out.

He grabs a seat by the window to your left in front of you and catches your eye as he tosses his bag under his seat. His eyes light up as he gives you a big grin and an overzealous wave that makes you giggle. Your teacher, a plump middle-aged man by the name of Mr. Stiles takes a seat behind the desk, reading a note.

"Okay, we have a new student joining us. Miss....Wheeler?" he says looking up from the piece of paper in his hand and finding you in the sea of students. The majority of the class turns around to look at you and you feel your face flushing red.

"Yes. Hi, I'm Y/N." You say and awkwardly wave to everyone. Eddie smiles at the uncomfortable look rising to your face as Mr. Stiles nods at you and continues.

"Related to Nancy Wheeler by any chance?"

"Yeah she's my cousin." You tell the class, everyone looking bored at the interaction besides Eddie and Mr. Stiles. He nods to himself again, ushers a quick Welcome to Hawkins, and turns towards his desk, picking up a clear sheet and placing it over the projector. Once the attention is turned away from you, you feel yourself relax more into the tiny desk. Mr. Stiles lurches into his presentation about the Trail of Tears. You had been trying to follow the lecture but were failing miserably at it, continuously glancing at the clock at the foot of the class and catching yourself more than once glancing at Eddie's back.

At some point a tiny slip of paper is dropped on top of your desk and onto your notebook by a blonde girl to your left. She points towards Eddie in front of her, indicating that he was the one to write the note. You open the crumpled paper and see a drawing of Mr. Stiles, his body a comedic doodle of a circle that surprisingly was quite accurate. His large figure was donned in a girly dress, accentuating his curves. Next to him was a cartoonish bubble box saying "Stiles the Stunning."

A laugh erupts from your stomach automatically at the note that you have to push down to keep from breaking the quiet lecture up with laughs. Eddie quickly turns around at the suppressed sound with a huge grin and a wiggle of the eyebrows at you. You smile back at him and with a shake of the head, quietly tear a piece of paper from your notebook. You start doodling a picture of Eddie surrounded by flames, making sure to add in his groundbreaking smile, and perhaps spending too much detail to make it just right. Once done, you add a quick "Eddie the Distractor" on top of your less impressive drawing and grin as you give the note to the blonde girl. She rolls her eyes, takes the paper and drops it over Eddie's shoulder. His head turns to the side as the note drops into his lap. He quickly unfolds the paper and loudly chuckles, admiring your work.

Mr. Stiles turns his attention to Eddie for a second before continuing his boring presentation. Unbothered by the interruption, which you note probably happens a lot in his classroom. Eddie glances back at you and whispers, "hope you know I'm keeping this forever", before turning back around in his seat after receiving a death glare from the blonde girl. The rest of the class zipped by quickly enough as you kept looking at the drawing Eddie gave you, and in a brisk 20 minutes the class was packing up their backpacks, ready to escape the classroom and go on about their days, enjoying freedom.

Once the bell rings and the majority of your peers shove their way out the door, Eddie stops by your desk. You were shoving your notebook back into your bag with some effort as the space inside had shrank down to nothing after all the assignments and textbooks had been thrown at you.

"Excellent drawing skills Wheeler. You got my hair perfect." He says with a chuckle as you finally manage to zip up the bag, careful to put the note in your pocket.

"I must say you got Mr. Stiles' beer gut down to the tee. Didn't know he'd look so good in a dress." You respond, laughing as you stand up and throw the backpack over your shoulder. Eddie chuckles and gestures towards the door which you follow him to and start walking together towards what you assume to be the drama room. He launches into a quick chatter about the current state of their D&D campaign. He had sent the club to a cave that was filled to the brim with hobgoblins, but they didn't know that yet, he was quick to add. His shoulder brushes against yours several times throughout the walk to Hellfire, which you noticed and blushed at each time, but said nothing.

"Well here we are." He says, pushing the drama room open and displaying the extravagant meeting space. The room had been converted to something out of a fantasy book. Equipped with candles, what appeared to be a throne, and moody lighting brought on by the stage lights, which Eddie flipped on as you took in the room.

"Holy shit." Is all you can manage, loving the comfortable and welcoming space before you instantly. Eddie grins at your response and leads you to the chair at the end of the table, where he pulls out a black folder and drops it in front of the chair.

"This is our little home for the rejects. I was planning on bringing food this week but I can admit, I am a terrible cook." He informs you with a laugh, plopping down into the chair. You grab the seat by his side, still taking in the space, and watch as the drama room opens and Dustin and Mike walk in, bickering about who you assumed to be a teacher they shared. Mike gives you a big smile, happy and slightly surprised that you decided to join the meeting. They both sit down across the table from Eddie, Dustin grabbing his lunchbox and pulling out a half-eaten sandwich.

The rest of the club quickly gathered into the room and taking their respective seats at the table. Before long, Eddie is standing over his open folder, glancing at the rest of Hellfire.

"Welcome gentlemen, and lady. Have you guys brought your exploring undies today?" Everyone chuckles at this but you can see a hint of unease take over some of their faces. You giggle, thinking of the unknown horde of Hobgoblins waiting for them. Eddie quickly launches back into the campaign, adding slight comments towards you for context of what happened last week. Everyone invested into the story they had been building together. You were amazed by Eddie's storytelling skills and watching in awe at how quickly you were immersed into the adventure. His over the top hand gestures and changes he added into his voice to make the campaign more real made you feel as if you just fell from sleepy Hawkins and into a damp and dark cave.

"The smell of mold is ever present as you turn the corner. Hmm. That's strange. The odor is growing stronger the deeper you venture into the cave's mouth."

"Ah shit." Dustin says as Eddie continues.

"You hear a soft skittering across the cave and the smell fills your nostrils. The sound gets louder and louder as you reach the end of the path. You turn the corner, led by Gareth the Brave, and are greeted with....HOBGOBLINS!" Eddie finishes and slams a small miniture of a Hobgoblin onto the table.

"I knew it! I told you guys it was an ambush going this way!" Gareth says to the rest of the party, Eddie quickly hushes the table.

"What say you Gareth the Brave." He asks gesturing to him, a smug grin on his face as the rest of the party groans at the attack.

"We fight." Gareth says boldly, looking at the rest of you for confirmation. Everyone agrees and the fight commences. The rest of HellFire start rolling for attacks and planning their next move. Eddie glances at you and grins at your excited expression, watching and invested in every move. After the final Hobgoblin had been slaughtered, the party taking a small amount of damage, Eddie continues.

"After wiping the last bit of blood from your weapons, the last Hobgoblin dying before your feet, you hear the creature whispering something. Getting closer you hear him mumbling a name over and over." Eddie suddenly turns towards you. "What is this hobgoblin saying Y/N?"

You pause for a minute, unsure of where to take the story and startled by the sudden control you had over the campaign. You rack your brain quickly and remember some of the games you played with Mike and his friends over Thanksgiving break. One character had always stayed present in your mind, in awe of the sheer power and strength. You sit up a little and continue the story,

"The hobgoblin sputters his last dying breath and you finally catch the name the creature was moaning for..." You pause, following Eddie's lead with the dramatic pauses. The whole table inches closer to you, hanging onto every word.

"Standing so close you can smell its rotting breath. Finally able to hear the chanting clearly. Hecate." You boldly inform them. The whole club bursts into groans and shouts.

"NO!!"

"We are so fucked."

"Jesus not them!"

You grin mischeviously as Hellfire accepts their impending battle, everyone taken off guard by the choice of character. You catch Eddie's eyes and see a huge grin spread to his face. His dark brown eyes filled with delight at your contribution.

"You heard her! We'll have to continue next week. Make sure to plan for impending doom." He says cheerfully.

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Around 6, the club starts packing up their belongings, still excitedly chattering about your introduction of Hecate and the posibilities that rested on next week's meeting. Gareth and Jeff left first, but not after clapping you on the back and asking if you would be joining Hellfire happily. The unexpected events of the day were turning in your head as you excitedly told them yes. Once it was just Eddie, you and Mike left in the room, Eddie grabs his black folder and sets it delicately in his bag.

"Am I taking you home again Wheeler? Or...Wheelers." He adds. Mike nods his head, already assuming Nancy had forgotten about her chauffer duties. You all leave the drama room together and head towards the empty parking lot. It was already dark outside and the cold October wind blew through your thin brown shirt as you all approach the van. It was the last car in the parking lot and parked towards the back of the school. Upon reaching it, Eddie unlocks the doors and you climb into the front seat. Fast food trash resting at your feet, he quickly grabs it, tossing it in the back over his shoulder with a quick apology. Before shoving the key into the ignition, he pulls something out of his jacket pocket, a crumpled piece of paper you recognize with your doodle drawn on it, and places it in the overhead mirror delicately. You pretend not to notice but a warm red blush heats up you face.

The drive was somehow peaceful, even over Eddie's blaring stereo, as you soaked in you first day at Hawkins. Somehow, and someway, you had managed to make friends and even get inducted into the club. To say you were surprised at your success was an understatement. You were ecstatic. Once the house pulls into view a short time after, Mike gives a quick thanks to Eddie and walks up the driveway.

"Thanks for the ride. And for inviting me to Hellfire. It was a lot of fun!" You say, grabbing your backpack from the floorboard.

"Thanks for making our campaign so much better. You are welcome anytime Wheeler." He says with a soft grin. You nod back at him, smiling back and open the door. You turn back to wave once you reach the front door.

"Hey what size t-shirt do you wear?" He shouts from the window.

"Medium. Why?"

"Well I need to make your HellFire tee shirt." He says excitedly and gives you one last grin before pulling off the curb and driving off into the night.

Hope you enjoyed! Messages and DMs always open. Part 2 will be out soon!! <3

[smutson]

Motel Hell

Summary: After graduating high school, you and your friends decide to go on a roadtrip to Steve's family's lodge. After hours of driving though, you all agree on stopping for the night at a roadside motel. Very fluffy, might make a part 2.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, smoking, kissing, lots of pining lol.

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“Steve just pull in over here. We’ve been driving for hours.” Robin groans and points towards her window at a small motel off the side of the road.

“Uh unless you want to get robbed or stabbed, I don’t think that’s a great idea.” Steve rebutted and pressed a little harder on the gas.

“C’mon dude. We’re all tired. Just pull in.” Eddie tells him and gestures towards the vacancy sign hanging above the worn down motel. Robin nods her head at this and you agree. With a sigh, Steve slows down the van and turns into the practically abandoned parking lot. The crunch of gravel can be heard under the tires as he comes to a stop near the entrance.

“Fine. If the van gets stolen in the middle of the night though don’t blame me.” He finishes and puts the car into park.

After graduation, you all agreed on a much needed road trip with friends once summer started. A small lodge Steve’s family owned up further north being the final destination, but the drive had been tiresome and long and everyone was starting to get grouchy.

“It’s only one night. We’ll be at the lodge by 3 if we leave early enough tomorrow.” Nancy chips in, crinkled map in hand, trying to ease some of Steve’s grumpiness. He sighs and throws his hands up in defeat at being outvoted. Robin slides the backdoor of the van open and hops out, raising her arms above her head and stretching with a groan.

“And no offense Eddie, but your van kinda stinks.” She says with a crack of her neck as she pops it.

“Thanks Buckley, we’ll just take your car next time.” Eddie replies sarcastically with a raise of his eyebrows as he stumbled out of the car. You and Steve both chuckle at this and Robin rolls her eyes and grabs her backpack from under the seat.

“Cmon guys it’s not so bad.” You say and glance towards the run down motel. Paint peeling off the walls, one other car in the parking lot, and nothing around for miles makes you question your statement a little but you ignore it and hop out of the backseat. Everyone grabs their bags from the car and cautiously heads towards the entrance, Nancy taking the lead. She pushes open the door and a rusty bell above her rings out inside the lobby. Inside, a middle aged man with a handlebar mustache pokes his head out from behind his place at the front desk. His eyes crinkle in disbelief at the 5 of you standing in the doorway anxiously.

“Hi.” Nancy tells the man. “We were looking for a couple of rooms for the night.”

“How many?” The man grumbles out and sets down the magazine he was reading prior to your arrival. You glance at it and see a naked woman on the front, her mouth open in ecstasy and whip cream covering her exposed breasts. Gross.

“Umm 2 should be fine.” She tells him, averting her eyes from the nuddie magazine on the counter. The man stands up with a huff and snatches two keys from the wall behind them, both adorned with brick red tags with numbers painted on them. He sets them in the desk and spits out the price for the rooms. Steve shakes his head and places a wad of cash on the counter. Robin gives you a nervous smile as he grabs the keys with a small thank you to the man. You all leave the lobby and walk out towards the rooms, numbers plastered to the doors sloppily.

“Rooms 6 and 7.” Steve says, glancing at the keys in his hand.

“Think they got valet parking?” Eddie asks you with a chuckle as you walk towards the doors with your numbers on it.

“Maybe. If hotwiring and stealing the van counts.” You respond with a giggle as Nancy pushes open the door to room 6. The room has two queen sized beds in it, a tv that was probably as old as you were, and some worn down bedside tables.

“See? Not so bad…” Nancy finishes quietly. More to reassure herself than anyone else that staying here for the night was a good idea. You cautiously walk inside and set your bag on the bed nearest to the window and glance around the room. It for sure wasn’t the Bellagio but it’ll do for the night. Robin drops her backpack on the bed besides yours and sits down. The springs of the mattress creak under her weight loudly.

“…cozy.” She says sarcastically as Eddie and Steve walk over to room 7 next door. You hear the door open and a loud “what the hell is this?” from Steve and a boisterous laugh from Eddie through the walls. Steve walks into your room with his hands on his hips.

“How come you guys get two beds? We only have one!”

“Looks like you’ll be getting cozy with Munson tonight.” Robin giggles and lays back on the bed. Both you and Nancy smile at each other as Steve’s face tinges pink. Eddie saunters into the room with you all, and pats him on the back.

“Aww. I’m not so bad am I Harrington?”

“I’m sleeping on the couch.” Steve grunts and walks back over to their room. Eddie laughs at this and throws himself onto the bed next to you.

“I will say, you ladies lucked out with 6. We don’t even have a tv in our room.”

“That’s if the tv actually works. It’s ancient!” You respond and shove him off the bed with a chuckle. Everyone laughs and Nancy sits down in front of the television and starts turning the dial on the side. It flickers on slowly and she fumbles with the rabbit ears on the top, trying to get a clear picture. Robin claps her hands together excitedly as an old black and white western flick appears on the small screen and Nancy smiles back at everyone.

“See! Not so bad!” She says with a grin and starts unpacking her pajamas on the floor.

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Steve’s attitude improved immensely once Eddie pulled a bottle of vodka from within his black bag a few hours later. You were all planning on saving it for the lodge tomorrow night but tonight seemed like a good night for a little drinking and fun. Room 6 had become the hang out spot, Steve and Eddie sitting on the floor in front of the tv in their pjs while the rest of you laid on the beds passing the bottle around.

“He did what?!” Nancy sputtered out with a laugh, dapping drops of liquor off her chin.

“Yup. Told me he had a thing for girls with big noses. Told me I fit the bill.” You respond and reach for the bottle with a giggle. You were telling everyone about the most recent and disastrous date you went on, some guy from the local college who you had already forgotten the name of.

“Ouch. Not a great opener.” Robin smirks, getting up to change the channel from whatever the hell Eddie and Steve were watching.

“Hey!” They both protested as she managed to find Sixteen Candles playing on another channel, which stopped the annoyed grunts from both of them quickly. Both already glued to the screen as Molly Ringwald gave her panties to the freshman.

“Where do you find these assholes Y/N?”

“My older brother. Said his roommate was a great guy. Should’ve known better I guess.” You tell them and take another swig and handing the bottle to Eddie on the floor in front of you.

“Your nose is great. Screw that dude.” He tells you and grabs the vodka with a shake of his head. Steve agrees, eyes still glued to the screen. Eddie grunts as he swallows a shot and rolls the bottle over to Steve, who takes a swig, already red in the face from the liquor. Nancy giggles as he chokes back a shot, trying to regain his composure as she smiles at him. Robin and you exchange knowing glances and roll your eyes at the after school special that was Nancy and Steve’s obvious crushes on each other. Steve laughs at his failure of taking a shot and hands her the bottle, which she opens and downs one with ease. Gotta love Nancy and how competitive she could get.

After all of you had locked onto the movie, small comments about the similarities between Jake Ryan’s hair and Steve’s being tossed out occasionally, the vodka was now empty and discarded in the floor. Eddie had hopped into the bed with you and was laying on his side watching the ending of Sixteen Candles. Throughout the night, everyone was noticeably buzzed, especially Nancy, who now laid on her stomach and was humming to herself as the credits rolled on screen.

“Well kiddies. We have an early morning ahead of us. Time to call it a night I think.” Eddie said beside you and sat up, a grin broadening his face as waves of tipsiness set in at the sudden movement. You giggle as he gives you a look. Steve stands up too, grabbing hold of the bed Nancy was falling asleep on for support. Both boys chuckle at this as they bid you all a goodnight and head the room 7. Robin clambers into the bed with you after tucking Nancy in, who was now snoring quietly to your right.

“I think they’re gonna kiss this weekend.” She whispers abruptly after sliding into the sheets.

“Nancy and Steve? Oh yeah totally. Did you see how they were looking at each other all night?”

“They weren’t the only ones exchanging longing glances.” She whispers and turns toward you with a smile. The statement takes you back a bit as you realize she means you and Eddie.

“What? No way man. He’s like my best friend.” You respond defensively, your buzz bearing down on you and warming you up at the thought.

“No Y/N. I’m like your best friend. And last time I checked we don’t give each other the goo goo eyes every time we see each other.”

You try and sputter out a response but the words get choked up in your throat, which causes Robin to giggle.

“She’s riiiight yaknow.” A slurred out Nancy states from the bed. Eyes still closed. Robin bursts out laughing at this and turns over to flick off the light on the bedside table.

You cross your arms across your chest with a huff at your friends who are still drunkenly giggling at your expense. A knock against the wall stops the laughing as Steve jokingly shouts out from next door.

“Go to bed party animals! Paper thin walls!”

This erupts another loud snicker from Robin and Nancy and you find yourself smiling despite everything. There was no way they were right. The thought of you and Eddie was never anything you deeply considered even though the thought crossed your mind a few times. Mostly when Eddie joked about it or if another one of your friends suggested the idea. It was an ongoing joke, nothing more. Right? The thought did have the tendency to warm you up though.

(Author's note: Not accurate with the timeline but what I imagined playing while writing this next part.)

After what seems to be an hour or two, you give up on sleep, jealously glancing at both Nancy and Robin's snoring states. The bed wasn't comfortable enough for you to ease into sleep and the conversation a few hours earlier still reeling in your head. You flip over to your side facing the window and zone out on the small light outside your room. It lights up the room in cold and bright waves, practically urging you to slide out of the bed and go outside. After debating the idea for a few minutes, you give in and slip out of the sheets and sneak towards the door. The hinges creak as you pull it open and creep outside. The light of the parking lot displaying the sheer emptiness of the motel. Looking around you spot someone sitting on a curb smoking, blissfully unaware of your presence. His wavy hair tied up in a messy bun against his neck.

You walk over to him and sit down on the curb beside him, causing him to jump at your sudden appearance.

"Shit Y/N. Startled me." Eddie tells you, smoke billowing out of his mouth from the cigarette between his fingers.

"Can't sleep either?"

"No. King Steve has been sleep-talking all night and the bed springs aren't exactly comfortable. You?" He tells you and hands you the cigarette, which you accept and puff.

"Nancy and Robin have been having a competition on who can snore loudest I think." You say and cough at the harshness of the tobacco. Eddie chuckles at this and outstretches his hand for the nicotine, which you hand back with a small smile.

"Ya know I wasn't planning on coming this weekend." He tells you after a few seconds and glances at you with his dark brown doe eyes, practically black in the vacant parking lot. You raise your eyebrows at this and he continues. "Wayne was actually the one to convince me. Said I need to hang out with friends more now that everyone would be leaving for college soon." He says glumly and takes another hit with the shake of his head. "I was just happy to graduate this year, I didn't even think about applying to colleges any where, as if I could afford it, and now that I did it I have no idea what to do next."

"Well you know I'm staying in state right? I'm not going anywhere." You tell him and nudge him with your knee, covered in your orange flannel pajama pants. He nudges you back with a solemn smile.

"Yeah I won't lie, I am happy about that. Kinda figured you'd run off to some Ivy League. Shit. You could've done it too. Too damn smart for your own good." You laugh at this and grab the cigarette from his hand and take another hit. He glances up at the parking lot light above you both, refusing to meet your eyes.

"I don't know about that." You tell him looking down at your bare feet against the cement. The memory of Robin and Nancy's words ringing out in your brain loudly. Eddie pulls out a joint from behind his ear and flicks his black zippo open, burning and crisping the edge. He inhales deeply beside you and finally meets your eyes.

"The main reason I came was because Steve told me you were going and I didn't want to miss out on any time I got left before you run off into the sunset for Wabash U." He tells you and exhales the smoke from his lungs. You crinkle your eyes at his statement, confusion setting into your expression.

"Eddie, I'm not going to be leaving the planet, I'll only be a few hours away and I plan on visiting all the time. And you better come see me too!" You joke and rest your head on his shoulder. A comfortable position shared between you two for years now seemingly heavier than normal. More intimate.

"Oh I plan on crashing every party at your school." He says with a chuckle and rests his head on top of yours and inhales another hit. "Just gonna miss seeing you everyday is all."

"Me too Eds..." You sigh out and grab the joint from his hand, grazing your fingers against his. The touch tinged with a longing that had been repressed and hidden for years, now bubbling up at the thought of leaving Hawkins and Eddie. Something you had both known was bound to happen eventually but you always pushed to the side, the thought filling you with sadness. You put the joint to your lips and puff a hit, sighing as you exhale. He wraps an arm around your back and holds you against his chest. You both sit quietly for a moment in the abandoned parking lot, feeling each others warmth and the coldness of the unknown plans for the future.

He sighs against you and an unknown urge straddles your brain. The urge to kiss him. Something you had never really thought about doing before, at least that's what you would tell Nancy and Robin, but now filled every fiber of your being. You raise your head from his shoulder and look up at him. His eyes soft and tinged red from the weed, he musters a small sad smile at you. Before you can register your own movements, you are inching towards his face and meeting his lips against yours. A breath hitches in his throat at the sudden kiss as you press into him. Eddie places a hand behind your head, pulling you closer. Warmth spreads across your face and stomach as his lips eagerly meet yours. You weren't sure how long you had repressed the urge to kiss him, but now that it was happening, you figured it had been a long time. He places his other hand up to cradle your face and you slip your tongue into his mouth. A sigh escapes his throat at this as his face melts into yours.

Far too soon, he's pulling away slowly, hands still cradling your cheeks. Disbelief floods his eyes as he stares at you. Your face must have held a similar reaction because he pushes out a breathy laugh.

"Where did that come from?" Eddie asks, his face breaking into a huge grin.

"I...have no idea." You tell him quietly and feel a smile growing on your lips.

"Pretty amazing way to kick off our vacation Y/L/N." He says and inches his face back to yours and dots a long soft kiss on your cheek.

@boomhauer

Thanks for reading! Might make a part two to this :)

[smutson]

The Bet (Final Part)

Summary: After the party at Steve's house, Y/N is nervous about the idea of Eddie coming over tonight. Finally some smut for you nasties :)

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: kissing, cursing, unprotected vaginal sex (don't do that), virgin Eddie, semi-experienced reader.

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The world outside is entirely loud, you decide with a grumble as yet another kid yells from outside about cheating and some game they were playing. Apparently, the whole god damn neighborhood decided to have a shouting match with each other this morning and it was doing horrors for your budding hangover. A truck outside backfires and you give up on the hope of falling back asleep. You roll over to your side and open one crusty eye hazily against the pillow, annoyingly glancing around. Oh shit. You had forgotten you were in Eddie's room and not in fact your own bed. The grogginess settled upon you washes away in quick abrupt waves as you snap the other eye open. Last night had felt like some sort of fever dream, too perfect for reality, besides that sheer amount of cockblocking, which now seemed kinda funny bathed in the sobriety of the early morning. Yet, here you were. Waking up in Eddie Munson's bed for the first time.

A grunt from your side snaps you back to reality as a shift in movement disrupts the left side of the bed. You glance over at Eddie beside you, still snoozing peacefully with a small line of drool drooping out the corner of his mouth and onto his pillow. This draws a smile from you naturally as you take in the full extent of the night and your current position in bed next to him. After Mike and Dustin had clobbered into Eddie's room, you sitting in his lap, bra exposed and embarrassment flooding your body, quickly replacing the waves of pleasure from a few seconds prior, they hadn't stayed long. Not oblivious nor naive enough to want to stay after interrupting their Dungeon Master in such an act. You both quickly skirted off each other and threw your clothing back on while they turned their backs awkwardly, privacy already invaded. Eddie had led the boys to the living room while you struggled with the buttons of your shirt while he admired their miniatures they had proudly brought to him. You were content on leaving that awkward discussion with the two boys to Eddie.

After a few minutes he had returned to the bedroom alone and closed the door behind him.

"Okay, those figurines did look pretty badass, I'll give em that." He says with a shake of his head and a chuckle as you glared up at him, any form of malice far away and distant.

"Sorry sweetheart. I think our timing tonight has been a bit disastrous." Eddie says and walks towards you, sitting on his bed. He places his hands to your arms and brushes against them gently. Not too long after Mike and Dustin had been practically shoved out the door and you were alone again, you had both fallen asleep quickly. The heavy results of the alcohol and weed bearing down on the two of you quickly, and before you knew it, you were asleep in Eddie's warm arms.

Now, back in the present you gently pull a hand out from beneath the covers and poke Eddie's cheek. He stirs but remains asleep, resulting in two additional pokes. His eyelashes flutter at the soft third jab to his face and his brown eyes sleepily open. It takes him a second to gather his bearings before he smiles at you warmly, still half asleep.

"Funny seeing you here, Y/L/N. Come here often?" he grunts out, sleep still coating his voice and deepening it.

"Only when I want to be walked-in on in my party bra by two freshman." You joke and prop yourself up on your elbow. Eddie laughs at that and smashes his face into his pillow dramatically. You put your hand on his back and run your fingers down his spine soothingly and his body twitches to the warmth of your touch.

"Any chance you can give me a ride to retrieve my car from Steve's house?" You ask as he turns to face you, still grinning.

"Back to the most badass car with the worst name imaginable? Yeah, I think I can swing that." He tells you and places a warm hand on your cheek, thumb grazing your chin. Eddie pulls you closer to him and presses his lips against yours, sending chills over your entire body. You deepen the kiss and place your hands at the back of his head, bringing him closer to you. Far too soon he pulls away.

"I would love to continue this, but Wayne is home and our luck with privacy has been pretty shitty."

"Probably for the best." You respond and get off the mushy bed. The movement sends daggers through your head, the alcohol from the night before poking at every nerve in your brain with an evil grin. You slow your movement and clumsily grab your wrinkled shirt from the night before off the ground. Eddie had lent you a shirt to sleep in, an old black MegaDeth tee, washed and worn so many times the lettering was faded and grey.

"Wear that today. You look good in it Y/N." He tells you with adoring eyes and sitting up in the bed himself. The love in his face tangible in the air and sending butterflies down your stomach. You walk over and kiss him between the eyebrows. The rest of the morning, you had been feeling the increasing hellfire of your hangover with every step. The cruel sunlight of the day punching you in the face as you both walk to the van after getting dressed. Eddie in a ratty old tee shirt and jeans, and you in the shirt he wanted you to take. The drive to Steve's was a nauseous one, each of his turns assaulting your stomach. You kept your eyes closed the majority of the trip, only opening them when he put the van in park besides your hearse resting on the curb, a red solo cup thrown on top of your windshield. Not the worse damage in the world.

You turn towards Eddie in the van.

"Last night was amazing Eds. Will I see you later today?"

"Of course! I got a couple of deals to wrap up and some loaners to consult from yesterday, but I'm free tonight. Give me a call and I'll be there sweetheart." He tells you and grabs your hand, pressing a soft kiss into the unsuspecting flesh.

"Come over tonight. My mom is at work until the next morning."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Eddie says as you hop out of the van, smiling. With one last kiss from his window and a few adoring glances he pulls out from the street and leaves you alone with your car. Holy shit. Did Robin have a story to hear today. You glance at Steve's house, covered in toilet paper, empty cups and trash a couple houses down and with a grumble you walk over to it. The least you can do is to help him clean up a bit before Mr. and Mrs. Hardass came home from their trip tomorrow. You reach the ornate front door and knock a couple times, finally hearing stirring from within after the third knock. Steve swings the door open and his face tinges red at the sight of you.

"Oh. Hey Y/N. What're you doing here? Did you forget something?" He asks blearily, a hangover from hell cascading down on him as well. You shake your head.

"No. Just felt bad about yesterday and you look like you could use some help cleaning." You tell him and his face softens, some of the awkwardness leaving it.

"Yeah. About that. I'm sorry man...uh thanks for the offer though. I could really use some help." Steve tells you, pulling the door open wider and displaying the warzone of the entryway and house behind him to you. Jesus Christ. The entire student body had given the Harrington household a makeover of extreme proportions and it was starting to give you a migraine at the sight. You walk past him into the house and take in the sheer amount of trash and broken, and no doubtedly, expensive shit everywhere.

"Fuck." You mumble out, unsure of where to start.

"Yeah...fuck." Steve grumbles behind you, closing the door.

The next few hours you had managed to get the entryway and living room to a semi-recognizable level of cleanliness. It was a bit awkward at first, Steve avoiding your eyes, but within 10 minutes or so, the conversation with your friend became easy and kept the organizing entertaining. Three trashbags filled to the brim with beer cans and other assorted bottles and trash sat by the front door. A display of a kickass amount of work between the two of you. Checking your watch, noon already, you start heading towards the front door to leave. Before you can, Steve catches you by the shoulder.

"So. You and Munson huh?" He asks, raising his eyebrows and grinning at you. "I must say, I think we all saw that one coming."

You laugh at this and shrug your shoulders.

"Yeah apparently everyone on the whole damn planet except us knew there was something going on."

"Yeah, no shit Y/N." Steve laughs and throws his arms across his chest. You tell him that it's time for you to head out and check on Robin and he gives you a tight hug and warm thank you for the help. Leaving the house, he shouts a quick

"Nice shirt by the way!" before closing the door behind you.

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"Holy shit. Twice?!" Robin belts out laughing into a bowl of cereal on her lap. You had arrived at her house a few hours ago and told her the run down of the night and the embarrassing invasions of privacy, which your best friend thought was utterly hilarious. Her face turns red as she tried to hold back giggles when you gave her an annoyed look.

"Y/N. I'm so_ sorry!" She says between laughs. "Your timing has just always been so impeccable." Robin sarcastically jokes and makes you grin in response, happy to see her lively and excited. You tell her about Eddie coming over tonight and she stops the obnoxious cackles with a raise of the eyebrows and a smirk.

"Oh is he now?"

"Yeah! Robin. I'm so nervous. I mean I've been with other people before but this is...fucking Eddie." You ramble. "What if I mess it up or it's weird."

"Didn't seem too weird last night."

"Well yeah. But that was with the help of a lot of alcohol. I wasn't as nervous!" You tell her and fall backwards onto her bed. She moves the bowl from her lap to the bedside table and lays back next to you.

"Hey. Don't be nervous. No matter what happens, I'm sure Munson will have a great time. He likes you back and cares about you. Don't get swallowed up by that head of yours." She says, poking your forehead playfully. You face her, sheepishly smiling and pull her in for a hug.

"Thanks Buckley." You say and squeeze as hard as your broken hungover body allows.

"Ouch. Y/N. Cutting off my oxygen here." Robin laughs into your hug and returns it.

"Only fair since you almost body slammed me into a group of people last night." You laugh, smushing her tighter into you. Robin laughs and accepts the terms with a nod.

"Fair enough." she squeaks out.

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That night, your mom had left you for work quickly, leaving a casserole of some kind in the fridge for you to heat up for dinner. Nerves were tickling up your body with each passing minute you were left alone. You had manically and anxiously cleaned your bedroom and rearranged your closet, and you were now sitting on the window seat of your bedroom, glancing out the window to the street below. Busying activities already finished, there was nothing left to but wait and try and ease your nerves. You had put on some music from your stereo to coax some of the thoughts out of your head and fill it with some Led Zeppelin instead. Even over the flaringly loud tunes from your bedroom, you could still hear metal music from outside as Eddie pulled up to the curb of your house. He opened the van door and stumbled out of it, pulling his jacket down and quickly brushing through his hair in the reflection of the window.

You smile down at him and unlatch the lock to your window, cool air greeting your face as you lean out.

"Nice hair Munson. I've heard from a reliable source that Farrah Fawcett spray really does wonders!" You shout down at him and he snaps towards you, startled, and throws his arms to his sides.

"Interesting theory Y/L/N!" Eddie shouts back with a grin and starts walking towards your house below. You hear the front door open beneath you and movement up the stairs. He opens your bedroom door and finds you sitting on the window seat. Eddie starts dance walking towards you to the beat of the Led Zeppelin still playing, grinning from ear to ear.

"Wow! Great album? Who, and with impeccable taste, might I add, recommended it to you?" he asks once he reaches you. Still twisting and turning to the music. You laugh and stand up beside him and start dancing.

"Oh ya know. This guy I know."

"Just some guy?" he asks and grabs you by the waist, swaying you side to side goofily with him.

"I'm not so sure anymore." You respond boldly and break from the dancing to turn the music down a little bit, resulting in a few joking protests from Eddie as he walks over to your bed and sits down. You turn around to face him, red faced from the dancing and the nerves that had been breeching your brain all day disappear at the sight. It was impossible to be anxious around him when just being with him was this easy.

"Take care of those deals?" You ask, plopping down next to him.

"Yes I did. Super easy to wriggle out the money you're owed when it's from a bunch of freshman and sophomores." Eddie informs you and relaxes back into your purple blanket covering the bed. You smile at him and lean back next to him, grazing your elbow against his. He gasps at the touch sarcastically and brushes a wave of hair from your face. You lay your face into his hand and place your hand on his back, pulling him closer.

"So fucking pretty." Eddie chuckle mumbles to you, his eyes dark and adoringly staring at every freckle and dot on your face. You close the gap and kiss his soft lips desperately, drinking in the taste of him. His mouth tastes of cigarettes and weed and it fills you up with warmth all the way to your toes. He places a hand behind your head, cupping you to him and presses back into your face, bolder than before. You lean over his body and position him onto his back, planting kisses down his neck. A soft grunt escapes his lips and vibrates against your mouth on his neck. The sound egging you on and building fiery confidence within you. You slide your tongue over his adam's apple and he sighs at the wet sensation, slowly bucking his hips into yours above him. He sits up and pulls you to his lap, placing his hands on your upper things hardly and slowly moving to cradle your ass. He smashes his face into your neck and begins sucking, undoubtably marking your body as his. Thick waves of pleasure radiate from his touch, down to your core and thighs, warm and needy for him.

You pull on his neck and he follows your movements, placing you on your back gently and laying on top of you. His body possessed by the feeling of you and your want for him. He dots kisses on your collarbone, wet and eager, resulting in you to grind against his pelvis and wrap your legs around him. He grunts at your hard movements against him and repeats them back to you. Moaning as he thrusts his body against your core. He pulls back and innocently asks if he can take your shirt off. You yank the cloth off quickly in response and expose your bare chest to him for the first time. A breath hitches in his throat at the sight and he quickly leans down and begins kissing your sternum. His warm mouth tickling your soft skin and hardening your nipples fast.

He makes quick work and licks up your right nipple, flicking it and engulfing it. A loud moan can be heard from within your chest involuntarily as he sucks on the hardened bump. Your grip on his body with your legs tightening as he moves to your other breast, taking eager care to divide the attention between the two.

"Wanted this for so long." Eddie grunts into you and slides a hand down your side and stopping under the crook of your leg, cupping it up. Your hands greedily start pulling at the fabric of his shirt, and he grabs it from behind and yanks it over his head. His hair frizzing in the process, making him even more messy and desirable. Eddie's warm chest makes contact with yours as he continues aggressively kissing your lips. Bodies grinding against any available surface. His ring-clad hand reaches to the pajama shorts you were wearing and inching his way up to your center. His hand makes contact with your needy mound, still concealed under your wet panties, and he slowly slides on finger underneath the fabric. Fireworks explode behind your eyes as Eddie's finger reaches your lips and swirls between them, gathering the wetness he had stirred from within you. He softly moans into your ear as he feels your desire for him.

"Fuck Y/N. You're so wet." He grunts into your neck as his other hand pulls down the pajama pants and underwear. Vulnerable and hungry for him above you. You grind your exposed pussy onto the black fabric of his jeans, tight and slightly painful against his hard on. His fingers pull from you as he clumsily and desperately tries to undo his belt. You reach up and take his hands, placing them on your breasts softly as you make quick work of his handcuff belt. His face scrunches up as he takes in the full sight of you beneath him, hungriness building in his core to feel you against his cock. Taking all of him.

"I...uh." He starts between soft moans as you assist in pulling his jeans and boxers down. "I'm a virgin, Y/N." He says, face heating up in embarrassment at the confession. Eyes suddenly very innocent and doe like. "I want to make sure you feel good but I don't have...a whole hellava lot of experience." Eddie tells you, the words burning you up in excited waves. You pull him closer and and take in the sight of him naked and nervous above you. He's bigger than you expected or had experience with and the thought had you aching to feel. You grab his cock, leaking with precum and slide it up your pussy, gathering all the slick you had built for him.

Eddie closes his eyes at the sensation and a soft moan comes from him. He slowly grinds himself against you, his breath basking your face warmly.

"Don't worry about me Eds. I want to make your first time special." You whisper in his ear, obscured by his messy waves. He pulls his head to you, nervously nodding before burying his face back into your neck. You grab hold of his throbbing raw dick and line it up with your entrance. Slowly, you feel him slide himself within you, stretching you in waves of pain and pleasure. He bottoms out and a loud moan radiates into your ear, followed by a few curse words. Eddie slowly starts thrusting into your needy pussy, balls clapping against the back portion of your thighs with each push. His cocks hits deeply against your sensitive bud and you see stars. A deep moan comes from your throat and you feel him twitch inside you at the sound. His pace quickens and sweat starts dripping off his forehead into your neck.

He pounds into you before lifting one of your legs up to his shoulders and leaning back. His chest heaving and face scrunched up in pleasure as he feels you tightening around him. Tension builds in your stomach as you watch him fuck you. Harder each thrust and a feral hunger beneath his eyes, watching you take him deeper and deeper.

"Fuck. Christ. I probably won't be able to last much longer." He sputters out, too aroused and hot to be embarrassed. You sit up at this and lean him onto his back, keeping him deep within you, as you sit on top of him and begin riding him. Starting slow, feeling him spreading you open, you drop down on his cock greedily. He curses and throws his hands to his eyes as you fuck onto him. You start bouncing faster, your breasts jumping at each movement and Eddie places each hand on your hips, pushing you down deeper. The tension building ferociously as you watch him, lost in pleasure and his virginity now yours. You clap against his balls with each eager bounce and feel yourself starting to lose coordination. Eddie takes notice of this and fucks himself into you deep and quick, pussy throbbing and leaking onto his legs, genitals, and no doubt your bed sheets.

"I'm...I'm...Y/N." He groans loudly into you, his pace becoming sloppy and aggressive. Fuck. You weren't going to last long either. Eddie slams his eyes shut as he cums inside of you, so hard that you feel it deep within your walls. He makes a couple of sputtering moans as he fills you up with his semen and grunts your name. The messy sight of Eddie's body erupting in pleasure beneath you seemingly too much. The tension building within you, suddenly snapping and giving way to waves of warm pleasure all throughout your body, pussy throbbing for more and legs shaking uncontrollably. You fall onto him, sweatily gasping and forcing as much air into your lungs as possible. His hands rest on the arch of your back as the tension in his body eases.

"Holy fucking shit! Did_did you cum?" He spurts out. You nod lazily into his shoulder, too fucked out to form words yet. His chest heaves beneath you and he holds you close.

"Sweet Christ that was..."

"Amazing." You finish for him and raise your sweaty face to look at him. He is still out of breath and red, pupils blown and legs slightly shaky beneath you.

"Yeah." He gasps out and presses his lips to yours softly. Intimately pulling away and resting his forehead on yours, he opens his eyes, gazing adoringly at you.

"How was that for a first time Munson?" You giggle and he plasters an award winning grin on his face.

"I'm pretty sure I went blind for a second Y/N." He replies, tracing his fingers across your back lovingly.

"Worth the wait?" You ask, pushing some of his sweaty hair out of the way.

"Well fucking worth the wait. I'm yours darling."

Thanks for reading! Part 1 and 2 listed above :) Sorry for all the cockblocking lol. Requests always open!

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The Bet (Part 2)

PART ONE LISTED ABOVE :) Summary: After making a bet with your best friend Robin to finally tell your crushes you like them, a party at Steve's seemingly a great time to do it, the night ends with more than you were expecting. This is part 2. Warnings: Underage drinking, smoking, cursing, drug dealing, kissing, a little smutty. Word Count: 5.6k

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The party beyond Steve’s door roars as you approach it. Yells and cheers of someone finishing a shot can be heard echoing around the house, as you grip your jacket, one hand in Eddie’s, the other on the hem of your coat. There’s no way that really happened. Absolutely not. On no plane, would Eddie making out with you be feasible, not even in your wildest fantasies, but yet here you were. And it happened in Steve’s bedroom? Years of imagining this moment and yet it happened in the Hair’s bed? What the hell. Lips slightly bruised from the deep wanting of the kisses, and legs on fire, you leave Steve’s bedroom.

He liked you. He liked you back and you had kissed. What realm did you slip into and how drunk were you for this to actually be real. As you both approach the stairwell leading the the vivacious shouts from below, you glance at Eddie. His hair messy and slightly sweaty from the possible fantasy exchange between you two blows past his shoulders as he walks. He turns around to face you and nervously grins, still unable to believe what had just happened as much as you are and what Steve had regrettably walked in on. “Well…shall we?” He asks and gestures towards the party below. You nod and smile back, face still heat rushed and red. You both walk down the stairs together, Eddie in the lead, when you catch a shouting match to your right in the living room.

“I bet you 20$ that you can’t finish that drink before I do Buckley!” “Well, enjoy being broke Joe. I’ll take this drink in your honor.” You can hear Robin’s voice from the stairwell, sloppy and slurring. Uh oh. You approach the entry way of the living room and find a crowd of sweaty intoxicated people in your wake. Robin is holding up a cup alongside a fellow senior named Joe Raskins. They both clink their plastic cups clumsily together and begin chugging whatever liquor is inside down quickly. Chants from the crowd with each painful looking sip. Brown liquid starts dripping down Robin’s face as she continues gulping. She never drinks this much unless she’s upset. Oh fuck. Vickie. Caught up in the drunk haziness of your own portion of the bet, you had completely forgotten about Robin’s half. Did they talk? Was she okay? She didn’t look okay, that was for sure.

You walk over to Robin as she finishes chugging and holds the cup up triumphantly, resulting in a bellow of cheers from the crowd around you. Joe finally finishes his drink and looks disappointedly at Robin, with her big grin and all, and fishes a 20$ bill out of his pocket to give to her. She takes it and hangs it over Joe's defeated face with a grin and slurs out a thank you when she bumps into you. “Y/N! Oh I missed you! I just won 20$ here from Joe in a drinking competition!” She belts out and embraces you upon arrival. You giggle back, feeling your own intoxication start to bubble your mind and body. “Wow. Truly an impressive feat Robin.” You say with a smile, before continuing. “Hey, are you okay?” You ask in a slightly softer tone. Robin looks down at the empty cup in her hands and pushes out a breathy laugh. “Of course I’m okay. I mentally prepared in the car, remember.” She chuckles softly, no remaining tint of humor in her voice.

Oh Robin. Sweet and lovable Robin, standing before you drunk and filled with a sadness you could try your best to fill but would never fully be able to. Vickie had turned her down. And there was nothing you could say that would make the situation okay. Only just being there for you best friend, whether a shoulder to cry on or a person to scream to. Your face scrunches up and you pull your drunken friend into a soft hug. She squeezes back hard and you hear a chuckle followed by a sniffle in your ear. “I walked in on them Y/N. In the bathroom. They were kissing. I feel…so stupid.” Robin mumbles into your shoulder and you squeeze back, a deepening crease in your eyebrows. “Robin…I am so sorry I wasn’t there. I am so sorry.” You stutter out, a deepening guilt building on your stomach. While you had been kissing Eddie upstairs, your best friend was drinking herself dry alone and embarrassed. Fuck, were you pissed at yourself. No matter how much you had yearned and dreamed for this, your best friend needed you and you were being selfish. Robin lifts her head from you and looks at Eddie standing behind you, his face worried and still a touch pink flushed and a childish grin sweeps her face, slightly darkened by the events of the night.

“I see one of us may have succeeded.” She says, genuinely smiling at you. The feeling of selfishness fills you again but the giddy, almost child like excitement is present as well. You scrunch your face in worry at your best friend, but a slight smile creeps onto your face as she wiggles her eyebrows at you, expecting an answer “Um…yeah. Kind of.” You say, speaking more towards the ground, and Robin, despite her level of drunkenness, grabs you in a bear hug and lifts you off the ground, spinning. “I TOLD YOU! I KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN!” She chants while swirling around with you, almost body slamming you into innocent party-goers in the process. A hearty laugh escapes you and you do a small shimmy in her arms. “I will tell you everything once we’re alone. But…it was amazing.” You whisper in her ear, resulting in a huge face splitting grin from Robin and a little head bang. You continue, “But dude are you okay? What’s the plan? Are we staying here tonight or do you want to come over to mine?” Your voice is slightly slurred, a sound you didn’t notice until just now. Maybe driving was off the list of possibilities. Robin shrugs dramatically and releases you from her super human drunken grip. “I don’t know and don’t care tonight Y/N. Let’s just stay here and get blasted.” She says, trying to shrug off the disappointment of the evening with a couple rolls of her shoulders.

(Author's note: What I imagine playing during the dancing scene.)

“Okay we can do that” You slur out, laughing at Robin’s nonchalant and rather drunken flirty glances at a pretty girl in the corner of the room. Eddie grabs you by the shoulder, and looks down at both of you. “Hey, I can drive you guys home if you need. Strong tolerance and all. Be more than happy to do it.” “That actually sounds awesome Eddie. Thank you. But honestly I don’t think either of us are ready to leave quite yet.” Robin drones out and grabs you and starts dancing to the song that had been subtle background music a few seconds earlier.

Robin drunkenly unleashes into dancing and swaying her head back and forth. You follow her lead, a bit more awkwardly but enough to get the job done. Dancing was never something you were good at, but it hasn’t stopped your love for doing it at parties once the tipsiness sets in. The crowd around you creating a thick warmth in the living room. Eddie laughs, looking down at his shoes, then jumps into the dancing with you both. He dramatically throws his arm to one side and the other, more energetic than the whole crowd combined and it is hilarious to behold. He shimmies his shoulders in Robin's direction throwing his hair back and forth. She catches sight of his swaying and laughs so hard she drops to the ground, crouching and holding one hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the drunken and vicious laughter. He starts head banging towards Robin on the ground and her face turns red from the laughing. "Eddie stop dude! I can_ can't breath!" She tries to push out from behind the endless stream of giggles. You stumble into him and he turns his attention and over excited head banging to you, grabbing both your hands and swinging them to the beat. Attempting to follow his lead, your clumsy feet try and match the beat while your head sways back and forth, probably consistently off beat. You flash him a giant grin, resulting in the pause of his over exaggerated movements and he slings his arms around your shoulders and down your back.

A hug. Something you both had shared on a countless number of occasions. When Eddie got held back the first time. A hug. When you broke your arm, screaming into the woods you had fallen into. A hug. But now? A hug, intimate and tight and swallowing you and your heart whole in a beautiful array of goosebumps dotting your flesh from his warmth. A hug, yes. But something so deeply intimate the tingles erupting throughout your body at the simple touch of his familiar arms around you? That was new. “Whatdoya say sweetheart? Have my dancing skills impressed you yet?” Eddie laughs out, unevenly breathing against your face in warm waves. The stillness of you both holding each other amongst the crowd of intoxicated classmates jumping and dancing to some new upbeat pop song somehow makes the encounter more intimate. Like you both are alone in your bedroom. Quiet and tranquil. The party doesn’t bat one look in your directions, too riled up or drunk to care, but for you, it feels like time has stopped and all there is in this world his him. “I must say, the level of enthusiasm itself was the best performance I've seen.” You giggle lamely at him as he smiles down at you, his dimples dotting his face. Nervous summersaults penetrate your stomach, the contents of which are too much alcohol and a dizzying nervous excitement of the possibilities of what is to come next. Robin slides her hand onto your shoulder and time starts moving again, and you’re back in the sweaty living room.

“Okay Y/N. I think it’s time to leave. That dancing is stirring up the breakfast burrito I had before we left…and I don’t think I wanna see it ever again.” Robin slurs into your ear. You nod and glance at Eddie who already has his keys in one hand. You all push your way past the party and it’s ridiculous amount of guests to the front door, which has what looks like a cracked egg sliming down it. “Oh shit, Stevie-boy has a lot of cleaning to do.” Eddie says, his tone sympathetic as he opens the front door. Guiltiness fills your head again at the thought of him having to deal with the crazy mess this stampede will leave in it’s wake and you make a mental note to come by and help clean tomorrow. The least you can do, considering how you and Eddie had invaded his bed and little bathroom sanctuary of hair products. You hold Robin up as she stumbles down the front steps, humming a Bowie song loudly in your ear. Following Eddie down the street, Robin falls twice, seemingly tripping over nothing but her own beaten up green converse. Both of you attempt to lift her as delicately as possible but by the end of the chilly walk, she is slung over both of your shoulders giggling, seemingly getting more drunk by the footfall.

“I don’t need heeeer.” Robin sluggishly blurts out as Eddie’s van comes into view. “No you do not kiddo.” Eddie retorts, handing you the car keys while he holds her up. “You’re too cool to be heartbroken by some girl. And way too fun for some band geek.” This results in Robin lifting her head towards him, trying to form words with a scowl. “Y/N and me are both band geeks you jerkhead.” She musters and Eddie and you both chuckle and get the sliding door of his van open. 

"Yeah jerkhead!" You agree. “Fair point, sorry ladies.” He says and helps you delicately load Robin into the back seat of the van, grabbing the random red blanket Eddie always keeps in his backseat and throwing it over her. “Do you wanna stay at my place tonight?” You ask after tucking her into the chair and pulling the seatbelt over her slouching shoulder. She shakes her head quickly, eyes shut tight. “I don’t think so Y/N. I gotta sad mix to listen to and a kitchen pantry to raid.”

“Okay Robin.” You tell her and hop in the passenger seat up front. You really didn’t want to leave her alone tonight if she was this upset, but your best friend had the adamant tendency to crave alone time when she needed it. And you couldn’t blame her. You would have wanted the exact same thing if the roles were switched. Eddie jumps into the van and turns his stereo down before sliding the key in the ignition. A small and thoughtful gesture to Robin that made you smile at your shoes. Eddie’s music was usually always max volume the second the van roared to life and it looked like Robin was already sliding into sleep against the seat belt on her cheek. He pulls off of the curb and drives down the street to Robin’s small 2 bedroom house off of Morgan road. You see your black hearse further down the street and put your hand to the window dramatically. “Stay safe out here tonight Anthony” “Anthony? You named that badass car…Anthony?” Eddie laughs as he pulls to a stop at the first intersection out of Steve's neighborhood. “Hey look. I was excited and picked the first name that came to mind when I got it. And it just…kinda stuck!” “Mmm. Damn shame. That thing needs something crazy, like The Crusader or The WidowMaker!” he says, deepening and crunching up his voice at the names. The laugh escaping your mouth a little louder than necessary, causing Robin to stir in the back. Okay. You were for sure drunk. But at least it was a manageable level? Well…maybe, because an image of the stairs leading to your bedroom at your house seemed a little daunting and like a huge fall and bust your ass risk.

The rest of the drive is peaceful. Both Eddie and you had rolled down the windows and let the cool October breeze wash into the car. The curls of your hair graze you face as you rest your head on the window, taking in the street lights and trees of sleepy Hawkins. You catch Eddie glancing over at you a few times out of the corner of your eye and blush, focusing on the dazey scenery out the window. You close your eyes and remember all the details of what happened in Steve’s room. The yearning and deep wanting of his kisses. His hips against yours. The way he moaned into your mouth. Eddie takes the turn onto Morgan road and you peacefully sway along with the movement of the van and the wind on your skin. The thoughts and replays couldn’t stop and before you knew it, the van was stopping. “Well…we’re here!” Eddie quips and gestures to Robin’s house to his left with a grin. You open your eyes, and glance to Robin completely unconscious and softly snoring in the backseat. Eddie chuckles at the scene and opens his car door. You follow his lead and gently wake Robin, who grins dreamily at her house once she spots it. She is slung over both of your shoulders once again as you struggle up to her yard and front door.

You grab her house keys secured to her belt loop and hold a finger up to your mouth as you slide the key into the lock. The house is dark and silent. Eddie looks nervous as the unknown landscape of Robin’s living room is cast in shadows. “It’s okay, it’s not far.” You whisper to him and slowly sneak through the door. You direct him around the furniture you’ve seen countless times, muscle memory of their placements aiding the pitch black journey. Turning left into the narrow hallway you finally reach her bedroom. Stealthily as you can manage in your intoxicated state, you creak the bedroom door open and Eddie sighs in relief. Her room is just as you had left it a few hours earlier and the lights are on. You both walk her to her bed and gently plop her down. She giggles, eyes still closed as you start taking her shoes and jacket off. Eddie glances around the room and spots the wall of polaroids taped to the wall above the bed.

The polaroid camera, a gift from her mother last Christmas, had been in full use over the summer. Goofy pictures of Robin and Steve eating Ice cream in their Scoops A-hoy costumes, undoubtedly taken by you on your lunch break. A photo of you with a thumbs up and wink while sitting behind the steering wheel the day you had gotten Anthony the hearse with the lame name. Images of Robin and her mom, you, Steve and a couple other people Eddie didn’t recognize are everywhere to be seen. It warmed his heart seeing the last picture. You were dressed in your green and gold marching band uniform, playing the trombone amongst a crowd of other band kids on the football field. Marching band wasn’t his thing. He always found it lame until he met you and saw you play. He only went to the football game that night because one of his regular customers was throwing a party afterwards and needed a good sized order of weed. Eddie had sat down on the bleachers closest to the field and waited for his friend to return from the concession stand, eager as hell to get out of there. During half-time, the band had waltzed onto the field and started playing a rendition Rock you like a Hurricane. He spotted you off the corner, the new kid, already swarmed by friends from within your own little social circle at lunches and swept up with after school practices. He paused and really watched from afar. Passion in your face, a mirror image reflection of his own when he picked up his guitar. Just enveloped in the music. Nothing lame at all could come to his mind when he thought of it now or anytime after that night. But boy did he love to tease you about it.

“Goodnight Robin. Call me when you wakeup okay?” You whisper and give her a quick hug. She nods drunkenly, almost a 100% chance she will not remember this conversation and you and Eddie turn to leave. “Night you little party animal.” He whispers as he opens her bedroom door, turning off the lights in the process. You creep back through the dark living room and close the front door behind you. Eddie dramatically breathes a sigh of relief and gives you a look as if he just escaped a warzone by the skin of his teeth. You shove his shoulder and walk to the van. Once inside together, you realize how much you don’t want the night to end yet. To see him leaving your driveway into the night and be left alone in your bedroom. You wanted to be with him as long as possible. As if reading your mind, he breaks the silence. “Do you wanna stay the night?” Eddie blurts out and nervously glances at his rings. You had stayed the night at Eddie's trailer before but only with other friends accompanying you. Steve, Robin and occasionally Nancy, always made it a comfortable and PG-13 rated sleep over. But alone by yourself? That was a strange and foreign territory, but it seemed to be turning into a night of many firsts. So why not? Your mom thought you were staying over at Robin's anyway. The idea sounds exciting and stirs your insides a bit. You nod at him happily and he repeats the movement.

“Okay. Hell yeah, shit let’s do it!” He says, a slight nervous grin on his cheeks. He turns up the stereo and bounds down the street to the trailer park a good 10 minute drive away. A few seconds later he lowers the music and adds “Is your mom okay with that? Because as long as I don’t get eaten alive by your family that would be great” You laugh and stare at his anxious features. “Don’t worry. My family doesn’t like eating metal head. Says they’re too angsty.”

This calms Eddie’s features as he laughs with you, the thickness of want in the air tangible. It had been 3 years of endless laughs, music ramblings and wildly fun Corroded Coffin performances and your heart had lurched for him. Each interaction, a new trait and hand gesture noted and adored. The kiss was burning in your head, like a dream you hadn’t yet woken from.

"Y/N…I have been waiting to hear those words leave your mouth since we met.”

The excitement was evident on your face at the remembrance of it all and the utter disbelief that it had even happened. The rest of the drive, Eddie lurches into a mindless chatter about his upcoming D&D campaign, something you knew everything about from hearing endless stories from him, yet had never played yourself, despite the many efforts and pleas from him.

"I swear, those lil shits won't know what hit them!" He loudly exclaims and thumps his steering wheel excitedly.

"Yeah the curveball of making the Dead Priest actually behind the scenes and pulling the strings of everything is good shit Eds. Since that's been the plot of the whole campaign that he's been dead, it'll make them lose their minds."

"Exactly!" Eddie shouts, grinning at you, the entrance to the trailer park pulling into view. You both bump down the gravelly road to his home and he puts the van in park and cranks his window up. He unbuckles his seat belt and holds a finger up to you, remembering something. Pulling down the sun visor, a perfectly rolled joint falls out onto his lap. As much as you want to smoke with him like you always do, you decide against it with a shy shake of the head. The level of intoxication within you was currently manageable, sure, but adding weed on top of it all and that's a recipe for disaster and several bruises from inevitable falling. He smirks and puts the joint up to his lips and flicks open his favorite black Zippo lighter, burning and crisping the end. A couple of deep inhales later, Eddie relaxes back into his seat, deciding to open the conversation to the very obvious elephant in the room. An unspoken understanding settled between you two until now but it was time to address it.

"So...interesting night." He chuckles out awkwardly and takes another puff. You push out a breathy laugh and place your feet on his dashboard before agreeing with him. The fact that Eddie already knows your feelings for him and desire built up over the years sends goosebumps down your legs. The alcohol in your system coming to the rescue and quickly pushing the nerves away with a level of drunken confidence that both you and Robin had discussed earlier on the drive to Steve's.

"Eddie...did you mean what you said? Because if not, we can talk once we're both sober. But...have you really felt the same way towards me this whole time." You softly throw out there, a pit building in your stomach at the question. You take a deep breath and the words start to flow out more smoothly. "Because if you do, that for sure changes things. The whole dynamic...well...everything really. And I want to make sure to give you an out of you want it."

He glances at you, eyes softening and so deeply brown and red tinged from the weed. Reaching across you and flicking the end of the joint out your still open window, he places a hand over yours. Softly grazing the freckled skin of your hand with his thickly callused fingers.

"Of course I meant it. I know that this really changes things, but I just love how it feels to be with you. It's...really fucking easy." He chuckles out the last part quietly to himself. "I can just be myself and to know that you like this lanky metalhead, despite everything...of course I meant it."

Ease smooths and relaxes your muscles at his words.

"Okay good...let's go inside." You tell him, cranking up your window and smiling heavily. He opens his door and quickly runs to your side of the car, opening the door for you and displaying a small bow towards his trailer. You make a comment about chivalry not being dead after all and walk with him side by side to the small stairs leading to the trailer. His shoulder sliding up against your arm, the sensation and smell of Eddie filling your heart and lungs. He opens the thin and sun dried door to the small home and leads you inside to the hallway and to his bedroom.

"Sorry for the mess. Told the maid to take the week off." Eddie giggles and places a hand on the back of his head once you enter his small and overstuffed room. Eddie's bedroom had always been a cluttered but comfortable space. Every inch of the walls, floor and desk toped to the brim with all of his things, made it more lovable each time you discovered some new item within the deep clutter. Dirty clothes were hap hazardously strewn on top of his amp. Drawings, posters, and the occasional assignment with a large angry red F stamped on it were on every square inch of his walls. Some of the assignments had doodles of little characters fighting on top of the red grade, battling for dominance, and others had Fuck You! traced next to the F in his small and sloppy handwriting.

He walks over to his bed, arms extended and falls face first into the pillows. He grumbles something and you walk closer to hear what it was he muffled into the bed. "What was that?" you giggle and inch even closer to him when his arm snatches up and he slams you down into the cushions with him in a surprise ambush. A laugh is forced out of you upon impact while he mutters a "Gotcha!" misheviously. You turn to face him next to you, his hazy brown eyes glinting under a lock of his wavy hair. The yearning is building again in the pit of your legs. Warm and furious at the lack of touch. Eddie spits the strands of hair out of his face giving you a clear and beautiful view of him. He reaches out and places a hand over your cheek, turning your attention to how cold the skin there is. The thumb of his hand tracing lazy circles under your eye.

You had never been known as someone who takes huge leaps of faith or big risks. Sure, the occasional party thrown at your house while your mother worked nights in the hospital. Smoking a bit of weed here and there. And maybe a couple of small and hidden tattoos you had gotten from Eddie's neighbor Eunice on a whim. But romantically, you were quite obviously inexperienced and more subtle. Eddie had been your first and only real prominent crush since moving to Hawkins 3 years ago, with the occasional fling to get your mind off of him. But nobody compared. Not even close. And now, here you were, laying in bed with Eddie, his hand holding your face protectively and the urge to take those big risks took hold of your body with a force of a thousand suns. The change presented on your face must have been very obvious because Eddie pulls you into him and closes the gap between you two for the second time tonight.

His lips press against yours softly as you curl into his side and place a hand to the back of his head. The warmth of his mouth spreads through your body like wildfire. Your hands clumsily reach for his body, grabbing any available surface, pulling him over you. The kiss deepens as Eddie lays over you, supporting himself on his elbows to not crush you, but still close enough to feel his chest and heartbeat. Racing. Just like yours probably was. A soft grunt from Eddie pushes into your mouth as he moves to plant kisses up your neck. His hair dragging over your cheeks and chin as he starts to suck. Marking your skin. You bruise easily and the trait normally pisses you off beyond belief, taking an average of 2 weeks for the smallest mark to heal. Right now? You wanted his love bites to last a lifetime. Your hips buck into his, legs naturally wrapping around his pelvis pulling him closer. Heat rising from your core, begging to be touched by him. His face lifts from your neck and he smiles at you. “I think this was the part Harrington walked in on.” Eddie whispers, his hand sliding down your left side to your leg. A soft moan escapes your throat as he wraps his fingers one by one under your knee. Between your legs, you can feel him, gently pushing into your center. His brown eyes gaze every inch of your face and then down to your neck, admiring the hickey he marked you with. Your hands run down his back and start pulling his favored and trademark jacket off his shoulders. He shimmies out of it quickly and tosses it into the abyss of his dirty clothes. Underneath, he is wearing a faded black tee shirt, the band logo barely visible from all the uses and washes. Your fingertips graze the hem of his shirt and you slip your fingers underneath it. His back erupts into goosebumps as you graze his lean figure. Starting at his tailbone leading up to his shoulder blades. Eddie closes his eyes at the sensation, having never felt you touch the bare skin of his back before and regretting every moment you never did. His hips dig in and he can feel his jeans tightening to a severely uncomfortable level. He is hard, stirring you to dig deeper with your fingertips and palms against his back. “Y/N” he grumbles, slamming his lips into yours once again, lust and desire over taking any other thought. You weren’t a virgin. On a whim, and desperate to get it over with, you had hooked up with a guy from your drama class last year. Never thinking twice about it or looking back. Now? Regret was riding your high as you wished it could have been Eddie instead. Who had touched you for the first time and explored your body. But as far as you knew, Eddie was a virgin still. The thought excited you and warmed your thighs. You weren’t experienced by any means, but feeling him for the first time and letting him feel you was adamant in your head as your hands pulled off his tee shirt. Lost in the heat, you realized you had been moaning into his mouth and god was it riling Eddie up. “Can I?” His husky breath asks as he grabs the hem of your shirt. You nod adamantly and let him pull the fabric over your head in a quick motion. His eyes scan your chest with a deep exhale and hungry eyes. This man was turning you into a fucking rabid animal. Christ. You sit up and pull him with you, now in a seated position on his lap. The back of Eddie’s neck was warm to the touch under his hair as you sweep your hand across it, beginning to grind into his boner. The friction relieving some of the pressure building in your core. His hands rake your back and to your hips, following your movements. Abruptly, there’s a rapping at the front door.

“Eddie!! Mike and I repainted our miniatures, they look beyond cool!” A young voice shouts out from the front yard. A familiar voice you know to be none other than Dustin Henderson from Hellfire. “I swear to God…” Eddie grumbles into your chest. “Those little shits.” “Interrupted twice in one night. I think the universe is trying to tell us to slow down a little bit.” You laugh and brush his hair from his eyes. “Eddie come on man! I know you’re in there! I can smell the weed from down the block!” Dustin belts and knocks again. “I’m thinking you’re right Y/L/N. To be continued?” He asks, his hands grazing your back slowly. “To be continued.” You smile and kiss his lips once again, lost within them in seconds. The door to Eddie’s room opens and Mike and Dustin stand dumbfounded in the doorway. Twice in one fucking night?! The cosmic cruelty of today is giving you fucking whiplash. Of course he left the front door unlocked. Eddie peaks out from behind you and grumbles with his eyebrows raised. “Your miniatures better be kick ass or I’m kicking yours.”

Thanks for reading :) Requests and DMs always open!

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[smutson]

The Bet

Summary: After making a bet with your best friend Robin to finally tell your crushes you like them, a party at Steve's seemingly a great time to do it, the night ends with more than you were expecting.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug dealing, kissing.

Word count: 3.6k

Will probably only make this one part but might do two if anyone wants :)

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“Y/N! Stop bouncing your leg! It’s making me nervous!” Robin says with a laugh as you look down at your leg and abruptly stop shaking it. “Sorry. I’m kinda shitting bricks here.” You respond with a sheepish smile. Robin throws herself onto her bed with a chuckle and slaps her hands to her eyes. “Yeah…I kinda am too. Why did we agree to do this again?” “Because we need to grow up and finally tell them and Harrington’s party is a great excuse to do it.” You reply with a glance to the mirror on top of her dark blue dresser. Your hair is very curly for the occasion and Robin helped make it even bigger, reporting that teasing is her only girly skill since all it takes is a hairbrush and repressed anger issues.

A week ago, you both agreed that it is finally time to admit to your crushes your feelings, and what can you say, teamwork makes the dreamwork and the fear of rejection a little more manageable, especially at a party filled to the brim with alcohol. For Robin, Vickie from band. And for you? Your best friend of 3 years, Eddie Munson. The thought of your confession ruining your friendship kept the truth at bay for years, but the buildup of pain keeping it in has caused has been worse. So after a drunken sleepover with Robin last week, you both agreed it was finally time and doing it together seemed like the best way to get through it, whatever the outcome.

“She just keeps making me feel like I’m going crazy and imagining all these little hints because she keeps getting back together with the spawn of satan himself and I can’t do it anymore.” Robin rambles and glances over to you sitting on her golden chair in front of her dresser. “Y/N. You’re doing it again.” “What? Oh.” You say and cease the rapid fire bouncing of your leg. The party started an hour ago and yet both you and Robin kept finding excuses to stay barricaded in her bedroom. The Duran Duran song you were listening to came to a smooth halt and you both lock eyes and know it’s time to suck it up and get in the car. With a sigh Robin pushes herself off her bed and extends a hand to you, which you grab with a grumble. She swings open her bedroom door and gives a quick hug to her mom standing in the kitchen stirring food in a pot before shuttling us both out the door with a fast goodbye. Outside, your black hearse is sitting crookedly on the curb, awaiting you and Robins equally shared nerves expectantly.

Shit. Let’s get this over with. You glance over to Robin and grab her clammy hand and pull her towards your car. Once inside, ignition roaring to life, and your favorite Motley Crue album blaring, you speed off down the street to Harringtons. The drive is filled with Robin’s rambles about Vickie and how she is trying to mentally prepare being turned down. You turn towards her, lowering the music, and give her a light tug on her shoulder. “If we’re going to do this, we have to be confident and just trust that whatever to happens will happen. Trust me. And no matter the level of nerves, nothing a couple shots can’t do to calm those shits right down.” You say joking sheepishly, trying to follow your own advice as your hands start tapping the steering wheel anxiously. The rest of the drive is filled with both of you attempting to excite yourselves by singing the entirety of Don’t you forget about me, top volume. The singing with your best friend calmed the stress and butterflies rising in your chest, but once Harrington’s mansion pulled into view, both of you abruptly stopped the obnoxious belting.

“Fuck me.” You whisper under your breath. Not only had it been weeks since you’ve been to a big party like this, something that already wasn’t your scene, but with the added mission at hand, your bullshit brave façade had melted down to nothing. You quickly scan down the road looking for Eddie’s van, but the massive amount of cars pulled into every curb alongside the street made it impossible to tell if he was already here. With one last glance at Robin, you both open the car doors and start walking up to the stairs leading to the front porch. Classmates you’ve barely spoken to are already puking over the side of the railing off Steve’s porch, others excitedly making out, and football players drunkenly wrestling on the front yard. Steve always knew how to give his classmates a great time. Guess he wasn’t called the King of Hawkins High for nothing.

Walking up the wooden steps, you spot a guy from your Chemistry class standing by the door, smoking. With another glance around the yard, you turn towards Robin and stutter out, “Do you think he’s even here?” Robin glances over both shoulders and replies with a smirk and gestures to your classmate. “Y/N! You came! Man you weren’t kidding when you said Munson has the best shit in town. I have only taken a few hits and I can feel everything. Tell him I will buy any shit he has man” he slurs and pats you on the back, a little harder than necessary. “I take that as a yes! Seems like Munson’s here already.” Robin chuckles, resulting in the first genuine smile from you all night. You give your stoned classmate a sarcastic salute and push open the door to Steve’s house.

Inside can only be described as a total warzone. Red solo cups line the floor, beer bottles set haphazardly on any available surface, practically begging to be spilled, and people. God damn are there people everywhere. Robin grabs your shoulders from behind you and steers you directly to the kitchen, both ready for a little liquid confidence. Inside the kitchen is a countertop island with every liquor, chaser and beer you could imagine. Even the occasional wine bottle, no doubt nicked from his parents personal collection. “Christ. Harrington probably has more alcohol here than all the local liquor stores combined” you snort as you take in the choices of what drink to start with. You reach for a lukewarm beer, when you glance over into the entryway to the living room and see him.

Giant Dio patch adorning his torn jean jacket and broad shoulders and hair even wavier than normal. Eddie is talking to a group of jocks and handing them two separate baggies from within his trademark lunchbox, snatching a wad of cash in return. He kisses the cash and nods to them, turning his face towards the kitchen. You quickly look down at the beer in your hand and switch to a shot of cheap vodka instead, feeling his eyes finding you in the crowd. Robin snorts and takes the discarded beer you set down from the counter and takes a swig. “Incoming” she says with a burp. With no shot glasses to be seen, you grab a solo cup and pour a splash of the clear, strong liquid into you cup. That looks like enough for a shot right? Maybe a lil too much. Aww fuck it.

Eddie saunters into the kitchen with his arms raised. “How’s my two favorite ladies doing on this fine evening?” He asks excitedly and slumps on the counter besides you. He smells of cheap beer, leather, and the oh so familiar scent of weed, that accompanies him wherever he goes like a ghost. “Well, ya know, tonight seemed like an ideal night to destroy my liver with this shot.” You joke back and show him the liquid sloshing in your cup. “Jesus Y/N. That looks more like a double to me, but hey, if you’re ballsy enough to do it, I shall partake as well.” He says with a wink while grabbing a half empty bottle of whiskey from the counter, pouring himself a large swig. You glance at Robin and give her your best puppy dog eyes you can manage and she sighs in response. “Fine! I’ll take one too but only because our bet was my bad idea, so I guess I kinda deserve this bad idea” “What bet?” Eddie chuckles as Robin drops her cup to the floor the second she grabbed it. Your face heats up with his question and you scramble to find an answer.

“All will be revealed in good time kind sir.” You spurt out and hold the cups up to them both trying desperately to change the topic. “But first, liquid confidence. Or poison. Ya know, same thing I guess” you giggle, trying to ease the butterflies building in your belly from Eddie’s question. They both cheers to your cup in the air, and you all slam it back. Harsh, liquid rushing down your throat, combined with the familiar rubbing alcohol smell makes your stomach lurch. Dribbles of vodka run down your chin. Yeah. That was for sure a double. Suddenly the song booming from the living room changes to Head over Heels by Tears for Fears, one of your known favorites, but before you can drag both of them to the living room to dance, Vickie walks into the kitchen. At the sight of her, your eyes dart to Robin whose face immediately turn a bright shade of pink. Vickie waves to Robin, who in return, knocks her now empty cup off the counter yet again while attempting to raise her hand to wave back. You giggle and shove her a tad, attempting your best to ease your best friend’s very blatant flustered state.

“Hey Vickie! I heard you got moved to first chair! That’s awesome!” You throw out, trying to ease the awkwardness with the first random fact you knew about Vickie from being in marching band with her and Robin. “I did! I’m super excited about it!” She gushes happily, with a bright smile. “Yeah that’s so great Vick, I’m proud of you.” Robin grins back with a nod, cheeks still flushed, resulting in an even bigger grin from Vickie and a thank you. She grabs herself a beer and walks off to the living room with a smile towards Robin. This is when both you and Eddie death glare Robin and gesture with your eyes to follow her. She returns the response with an exaggerated and over dramatic grin and grabs a beer, leaving the kitchen.

“So I never thought I’d see Munson at a huge house party thrown by the Harrington himself.” You say with a giggle, poking Eddie in the chest. “Well, you see my dear, Stevie-boy has a lot of rich friends. And these friends are in desperate need for…my services.” He smirks, tapping his trademark black steel lunch box. “How much have you dealt?” “Well…” he says flipping over the top of box. “This was filled to the brim about an hour ago and now there’s about a half ounce left!” Eddie finishes proudly, taking another swig of beer. “Gotta love sheltered rich kids.” “Hate them, but adore their parents’ money.” He says flashing you his signature grin.

Over the next 20 minutes, you and Eddie have deep dived into a conversation about Aerosmith, his newest campaign, and jokes about the first time you drank together, all of which his hand gestures become more and more animated. A trait about him that has always spawned a warmth in your heart at his level of passion. After another shot together, this one very much a single, a group of out of place and awkward looking freshman walk up next to Eddie, nerves visible on their faces. “Hey Eddie!” One of the spurts out a little too over animatedly, his braces flashing. Eddie glances back at them with a blank expression on his face and raises his brows, expectedly. “Shit…sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation with you girlfriend. I’m Ryan and this is Trevor and Kirk. We uhh…” the freshman flushes, gesturing to his even more anxious looking friends for support. “We were wondering if we could buy some uh weed? Just like a joint or something???”

Eddie stands up, dropping his hands onto his thighs, now towering over the terrified freshman. “So. You interrupted a conversation with my lovely girlfriend here, so you can buy a single joint?” He asks flatly, gesturing to you. “I must say boys, cutting my conversion short will result in an upcharge.” Eddie eggs on, resulting in the freshman to glance nervously at each other, the one in the front nodding and trying to show his bravery. “Yeah sure man, thats cool.” He stutters out pulling out a crumpled wad of cash from his pant pocket. Eddie glances to you with a twinkle in his eye resulting in a giggle from you and stares back at the boys, intimidating presence back once again. “10$” Eddie spits out. The freshman counts the wad of pills and hands him the money in return for the single joint from within the lunchbox. “Pleasure doin business with ya.” Eddie chuckles, setting the boys at ease as they walk out of the kitchen, marveling at the upcharged joint in hand.

“Wow. Using me as a way to get more money. Tsk tsk Munson. I expected better” you chuckle when his big grin greets you. “Thank you m’lady.” He says bowing dramatically towards you and grabbing his open can of beer from the counter top. “Oh!” He says, eyes lighting up in mischievous excitement. “Since we’re here at Harrington’s, do you wanna do a little mission with me?” His question takes you aback a bit but the fun of whatever he has planned reels you in quickly. “Of course I would.” You answer and Eddie takes your hand and leads you to the staircase by the front door. Beer in hand and Eddie’s ring clad fingers in the other, you blissfully walk up the stairs, nerves starting to bubble deep within your stomach at the sensation of his hand in yours. Once upstairs, Eddie lets go and starts opening bedroom doors glancing around for something. “Shit I know you’re hiding here somewhere.” He says and keeps pulling open doors, the last one being very obviously Steve’s bedroom. “A-hah!” Eddie grins excitedly and gestures for you to follow him into Steve’s room. “What are we doing here?” “Well Y/N. Since we’re here, I have always been curious on the amount of hair product The King of Hawkins high plasters to his hair. So our mission is to find out” Eddie tells you, taking another swig of beer, and walking towards what appears to be a bathroom within his room. You laugh and skip over to him and take in the sheer amount of hair products lining Steve’s bathroom counter. Sprays, gels, and a hairbrush you’re sure you own yourself all sit messily on display. Eddie laughs loudly and picks up a can.

“Farrah Fawcett spray?? What the hell Harrington” he says showing you the can and cackling. You burst out into giggles and snatch the spray from him and take in the sight. Jesus. He’s right. Both you and Eddie laugh together until you’re both red in the face walking out of the bathroom. He sits down on the floor, leaning against Steve’s bed still giggling like a child while taking a hearty drink of beer. You plop down beside him. “Now we know the King’s secret, I’m not sure what to do with this information.” You tell Eddie with a smile as he hands you his beer. You take a swig of the lukewarm liquid and relax against the side of the bed. His shoulder brushing against yours. “So quick question.” Eddie blurts out. You raise your eyebrows and take another sip as he continues. “What bet was Robin talking about earlier?”

Oh shit. The question stops you in your tracks with the beer can resting on your lips. Heat rushes up your cheeks as you know the truth is about to flood out of you like a damn breaking. Potentially destroying your blissful friendship with one of your best friends in its wake. Fuck me. Now or never. You think and hope Robin will be able to help pick up the broken pieces once you tell him. “Well…” you start, hands growing increasingly clammy. “We made a bet…that tonight we would tell both of our crushes we like them.” Eddie now seems to be the one stopped in his tracks. His face grows more serious and his dark brown eyes flit across the room, avoiding yours. “So…who’s the lucky guy? Have you told him yet?” He asks, a strange darkening in his voice. Shit. Shit. Shit. Word vomit coming full speed ahead. You swallow and continue. No going back now. “I am currently in the process of doing so at this very moment.” Eddie snaps his head towards you, but you’re unable to look him in the eyes. Not yet. Shame already piling onto your face and eating at your conviction from earlier in the night. He gently grabs the beer from your hand and takes a drink, still stunned speechless. Nice one. I knew this would fucking happen. He can’t even say anything to you. The embarrassment and regret is building too fast now and you feel tears start to build behind your eyelashes, causing you to bolt up. Not wanting him to see you like this over him.

“Shit sorry. I uh…made it weird didn’t I? Look let's pretend I never said that and get back to the party….and the drinks.” You sputter out and make a beeline for the bedroom door. Eddie swiftly stands up and grabs your hand before you can twist the door knob. “No. Shit. Sorry that uh..just kinda took me by surprise is all.” He pauses before continuing. “You…like me?” This time you turn around and actually look at him and are shocked to see a small smile pulling at his lips. Is he making fun of you? Anger starts to build on top of your growing embarrassment and suddenly your confidence is back and furious. “Yes Eddie! I always have! I know it’s ridiculous so please stop smiling at me like that! I never should have said anything. This is stupid!” He grabs your other hand and pulls you towards him. The movement takes you by surprise as you are hit with the closeness of his chest. His smell. His smile. “Y/N…I have been waiting to hear those words leave your mouth since we met.” Eddie says, grin growing and dimples popping out.

Oh. Oh? OH! Fucking what??? That took a turn you were not expecting and didn’t even let the possibility enter your mind. “Wait…” you say, all harshness leaving your voice and cautious nervousness replacing it. “You…feel the same?” You ask shakily, looking up into his eyes, hazy from the weed and pupils blown at the sight of you. “Always have sweetheart.” Eddie replies and brushes a curl from out of your eyes with the tips of his fingers. “Well why didn’t you say anything?” “Same reason I’m guessing why you never did.” He tells you, hands moving from your hands to your forearms, biceps, shoulders then to cup your face. Chills sweep your body and a shiver runs down your spine at his touch. This new kind of touch. Your chest swells and the urge to kiss him is so adamant in your mind, as aggressive as the need to breath. Your faces are only inches away from each other and you can feel his breathe on your cheeks. You can’t take it anymore.

Years of dreaming of this, doodling and writing about it in your journal, pining over him to Robin all collide in one moment as you push your lips to meet his, closing the distance between you two. His soft lips meet yours impatiently and you can tell he’s been thinking about this as well. You draw your hands up to his head and brush your fingers through his hair down to the nape of his neck. Goosebumps arise on his skin at your touch, and a warmth flows between your legs at the sensation. The kiss deepens and all you can think, feel and smell is Eddie. Your torsos clash against each other as you both pull in closer. He walks backwards with you still hooked to him and you land clumsily on the bed together. Eddie climbs on top of you and you grab him down closer, never breaking from his mouth. Have his shoulders always been this broad? Hooking your legs to his waist, you feel him hard against your inner thigh. Fuck. Did you need him right now. He grinds down on top of your center and moans against your mouth. The sound sends more shivers down your body and gather in between your legs. His hands slide down your side and hold hold your chest against his. A soft moan escapes your lips but you’re too heated and excited to leave any room for embarrassment. The sound causes Eddie’s hips to buck towards you as he grinds deeper into you.

Suddenly, and far too soon, the door slams open and Steve is standing in the doorway. You both quickly pull away from the kiss finally and stare back at his dumbfounded expression. “Oh my god…uhm. Please stop trying to make little Munsons in my bed. Upstairs is off limits.” Steve says trying to avert his eyes from the mess of limbs between you and Eddie. Steve has his hands on his hips and points with his thumb behind him to the rest of the party. Eddie, who sits up and helps you stand off the bed, giggles like a child at the sight of you, red faced and drunk off of him before turning towards the door, grabbing your hand. He claps Steve on his shoulder before leaving the bedroom. “Sorry Ms. Fawcett. Won’t happen again.”