#eddie x oc

[cheesewritings]

Eddie Munson would be that husband that annoyingly hits on his wife in a bar and when a stranger asks if he’s bothering her she responds with “yeah but I chose to marry him” or something along those lines.

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[warmaidensrevenge]

It's not a never.

Pairing: Eddie x best friend!Fem reader

A/N: Hey loves. Hope you all had a great week. Tonight's fic is part one of two. I hope all you like it. As always thanks for reading. Kay love ya byyyye.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A credit to original posters and artists. Thank you for your work.

Word count: 3,045

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Language, angst, sexual implications and not proof read.

Summary: New feelings? Yeah Eddie's got it bad.

Part 1

Eddie looked around the cafeteria table at his friends. “ Uhhhh you're joking…you gotta be joking…pfff that's hilarious.”

Everyone sat there in silence.

“ Guys? Seriously?! No way! No fuckin way!” He said, putting his hands up. “ Nope!”

He locked eyes with you and raised his brows. “ Common, you agree with me right?”

You averted your gaze to your lunch and shrugged. 

He looked at the imbecile that brought up the subject in the first place. “ You turned her against me!”

Gareth scoffed. “ Dude no. All I'm trying to say is that prom is like a highschool right of passage. I don't know about you, but I don't want to miss out.”

Eddie tuts and narrowed his eyes at him. “ Miss out on what exactly? Penguin suits?”

You answered his question. “ You guys don't have to wear tuxedos. You can wear all black. Like always.”

He shot you a look and you smiled at him.

He rolled his eyes. “ Okay how about shitty music?”

You answered again. “ They're bound to play something good.”

He gave snake eyes now to you and you stuck your tongue at him. 

“ Okay how about all of us are broke and we can't afford a limo?”

You opened your mouth to respond but he pressed his lips and widened his eyes at you.

Grant cleared his throat. “ Ehem. Well, you do have a van.”

Eddie licked his lips and looked at his lunch box. “ You guys are nuts. I'm admitting you all to Arkham…I-I can't believe you're trying to convince me to go to prom…Where the hell am I gonna find a date?”

“ Eddie, we're going together as a group. No dates.”

He looked up at you and you gave him a pout. God he hated when you did that. He could never say no when you put your lip out like that.

“Do you even own any dresses?” He asked sarcastically. 

When you beamed at him, he gave you a defeated look. You'd convinced him.

You smirked.“ Oh you'd be surprised what I have in my closet.” 

Eddie sat there and kept shaking his head while his friend talked about the plan for prom. 

…

He couldn't believe it. Eddie absolutely could not believe he was doing this. He was driving to a damn dance. It was the last thing in the world he thought he would be doing. Yet here he was. Pulling up to the last stop before prom. 

He lowered the music and parked in front of your house. He honked the horn and waited. 

A minute passes and he sees your mom open the door. She then motioned for them to come in.

Eddie sighed when he saw her waving a camera. This was not a night he wanted to remember. Or there to be any evidence of it ever happening. 

Everyone hopped out and walked to the house.

“ Oh my! You guys look sharp.” Victoria said, giving them each a hug.

Eddie grinned and gave her a warm embrace. “ Look who's talking. You look ravishing.”

Victoria playful slapped his chest. “ Oh you.”

“ Seriously Eddie? Dude, stop hitting on my mom.”

He turned his head to give you a smirk but instead his jaw nearly hit the floor. 

There was only one word to describe how you looked coming into the foyer in your off the shoulders black satin dress. 

Beautiful.

That word along with your name in the same sentence was not normal. Well other than him saying (That nat 20 was beautiful y/n.)

But now you are beautiful. Not that he thought you were ugly or something. It's just he never thought about that at all. 

You were just one of the guys. A kid that liked to ride bikes and wrestle with boys. A kid that didn't care if you got dirty or cried when you scraped your knee. 

You were one of his best friends and up until now, he never saw you as anything more. 

“ Stop gawking dude.”

Your comment woke him up from his initial shock.

“ Ermmm. Y-you clean up alright kid.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “ Gee thanks. I appreciate that. You don't look awful yourself. I see you pulled out your funeral attire.”

He looked down at his black short sleeve button up and his uncle's black slacks. Along with his white Reeboks. 

“ Well you did say-” he looked up and you turned around and went to say hi to everyone else. 

You always did that. Whenever he was gearing up to argue, you would walk away. It always irritated the living fuck out of him. However, right now all he could do was smile to himself. 

Before the group pictures you had gotten each of them a white rose to pin on their shirt. Eddie watched you smile happily as you and your mom put them on.

When it was his turn, his heart started to race. You were so close to him, he could smell your perfume. It was sweet and floral. Playful yet sexy. Something he could smell forever. He could just bury his nose in your neck and die happily. 

He shook off the intruding thoughts and focused on your hands. 

“ OUCH!” He hissed.

You pulled your hands away and looked up at him worriedly. He grinned and thought your forehead looked so cute when you pinched your brows together like that. 

He grinned. “ Just kidding.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and mumbled under your breath. “ You dick.”

He chuckled and apologized.

…

You guys were sitting at a table near the exit in the gym. Talking amongst yourself. Eddie would have complained how they have been there for half an hour and the DJ has yet to play a passable song. Instead, he sat there wondering if he should ask you to dance. Would it be weird? No one else asked you yet. And he didn't think Gareth or Jeff would. Grant maybe. Because he liked all kinds of music and loved to dance. And he had a secret crush on you.

But Eddie had to beat him to the punch. He needed to know what it felt like to hold you close. 

Just as his mind went haywire, he felt you tap his thigh and began spelling something out.

‘U- ok?’

He glanced at you and nodded. He always did like how you guys secretly communicated. He put his arm on the back of your chair and started writing on your back with his thumb.

‘Yeah- u?’

He kept his thumb pressed against your skin. Loving the warmth radiating from it and how smooth it was.

You wrote back. ‘Hungry.’

He looked down at your salad plate and it was empty. While cursing at himself for declining his salad that he should have given you, he searched around for more food. 

He leaned in towards you when he found some. “I'll be right back.”

He got up and went for a plate when someone sat down in front of the one he was eyeing. He sighed and went on the hunt for another. It took a few minutes but eventually he was able to sneak one.  When he came back he saw that you and everyone else at the table had a dinner plate already.

You grinned at him. “ I spoke too soon. But I'll totally eat that one too.”

He shook his head. “ I think all of us are gonna need 3 servings of this. With how much the tickets cost, they could at least give us more than an ice cream scoop of potatoes and a chicken wing.”

You agreed with him and offered to take them out for burgers after.

You guys were in the middle of eating when yours and his song came on. You immediately put down your fork and wiped the corners of your mouth.

“ Mhmmm. Okay! Let's go.” You said standing up. “ Let's do this.”

Everyone looked at each other and got up too. Except him. 

“ Muuunnnnsooonn.” You sang out, walking backwards towards the dance floor. “ Common. This is our song dude. We have to.”

He chuckled while you pretended to cast out a line and start to reel him in. 

He had no choice. He had to join and belt out the song with you. 

What's goin on!”

While grabbing his hand, you started swaying with him and the others. 

🎵

“ And so I wake in the morning and I step outside. And I take a deep breath and I get real high and I scream at the top of my lungs.

🎵

Eddie re-lived all the memories you and him had.

All the times he was bummed or sick. You would show up with food and sing that song. When you had a bad day at school or got anything less than a ‘A’ on an assignment, he would wrap his arms around you and rock you back and forth. Singing at the top of his lungs. Making you laugh like crazy. 

He liked hearing you laugh. Especially when you laughed so hard that you would let out a small snort. He also liked how your fingers felt, scratching his head when he had a headache. The way you hummed What's Up? always made him feel better. 

Even now, seeing you rock back and forth, singing your heart out. It made an alright night to one he'll never forget. 

…

A couple weeks went by and Eddie couldn't get you out of his head. After prom, everything went back to normal. Except his feelings. You weren't that kid anymore. You weren't just one of his best friends. 

In addition to being that, you were a girl who he wanted to hold. Maybe kiss and have sleepovers. Well, a different kind of sleepover than he was used to. 

He tried so hard to avoid you as much as possible during those weeks. But he eventually missed you, so he gave into whatever was taken over his heart.

All the times he hugged you hello and goodbye would last a little longer. He became more affectionate than he'd ever been. Random tickling you when it wasn't weird. Just so he could touch you. Or he constantly had his arm around your shoulders whenever you were together. 

He thought no one would notice since it was so close to graduation. But he was wrong. Apparently he was doing it so much that Gareth had to pull him aside and talk to him.

“ What the hell's going on man?”

Eddie's eyes went wide. The jig was up. “ Ermmm hmmm? What's up?”

Gareth crossed his arms and stood quiet. That's all he needed to do to get Eddie to talk. That and a stare down.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “ I…I don't know what happened…one minute she's who she's always been and the next, she's not.”

Gareth tilted his head to the side and remained silent.

Eddie clicked his tongue and shook his head. “ Look man, I don't know what I'm doing. All I know is that I feel different.”

Gareth straightened his head and raised his brows.

Eddie let out a long sigh. “ Fine! I like her. I like her, like her.”

Gareth smirked and put a hand on his shoulder. “ Welcome to the club.”

Eddie jerked his head back. “ What the hell does that mean?”

Gareth laughed. “ Dude! We all had a crush on her at some point. Remember when Jeff needed help with the spelling bee in the 6th grade?”

Eddie nodded.

“ Well she helped him for a whole 2 weeks. Jeff swore he loved her after that. And Grant…well you know he always liked her. But it really hit him when she decked Jenny for calling him fatso.”

Eddie was quiet for a second. “ W-what about you?”

Gareth put his hands in his pocket and gave him a thin lip smile. “Uhhhh…so I broke my arm once. Before you moved here…She helped me out a lot during that summer. She did my chores and helped cut up my food sometimes… You know, she was the only one who signed my cast.” He smiled. “ She's a great friend. She always has been. Honestly, I'm surprised it did happen to you sooner.”

Eddie licked his lips and put his hands in his back pockets. They had all liked you because you helped them out or defended their honor. But you hadn't done anything different with him. Besides you looking incredible at the dance, there was nothing that he could think of that made him like you like that.

“ S-so all of you guys still like her like that?”

Gareth shook his head. “ Nah man. I knew that it was just a crush. And Jeff, well Jeff's dating Connie. Grant…Grant still likes her. He even tried to kiss her.”

Eddie flexed his jaw. “ What?! When?!”

“ Prom.”

“ PROM?!”

“ DUDE!” Gareth hushed him up. “ Calm down. You left to get food and he tried. But she let him down gently. She said that she sees him as a brother. In fact, she sees all of us as family. And it would be weird if she dated any of us.”

Eddie's heart sank. Did you really think that about all of them or just the 3 stooges?

“ Look Munson, don't worry about it. It will go away.”

“ What-what if it doesn't?”

Gareth shrugged. “ Then talk to her. Maybe she can say something that will make you feel better about it.”

All of sudden Eddie felt hands on his hips.

“ Hey ladies! What are we gossiping about?”

He turned slightly to find you staring up at him. His heart fluttered seeing your amazing smile.

Gareth spoke up when Eddie couldn't answer.“ uhhhh nothing. Just talking about Mrs O'Donnells final.”

You huffed and grabbed his hand. Pulling it over your shoulders. Lacing your fingers with his. 

What did that mean? It was weird right? You and him were close. But now that he had feelings for you, everything you did seemed intimate.

“ Don't you guys worry, okay. I've helped both of you and you'll do fine. Then all of us are gonna walk the line and finally get the hell out of here.”

You looked up at him and beamed. Making him grin right back. 

There was a moment there where he thought that you felt the same for him. But that was squashed when you let go of his hand and hook your arm around Gareth’s. 

“ Now common. They're serving pizza and you know how I love pizza Fridays.”

He and Gareth chuckled and responded at the same time. “ More than us.”

You started for the cafeteria. “ You betcha!” 

…

A week later and Eddie still couldn't shake you. He just couldn't get past the thought of being with you. Or even if what he felt was just a hard core infatuation. But nothing could prepare him for the events of senior outing.

It wasn't camping or a field trip to Washington. It was a movie in the park. 

Sure, you guys could have rented a decent horror flick and binge out on snacks in your basement. But you argued that it was one of the last chances to hang out. So of course everyone went. 

Eddie was walking back with Jeff. Hauling bags of popcorn and drinks for everyone. As soon as he was close enough he caught your eye. You bit your lip and waved him over. 

He immediately felt butterflies in his stomach. 

When he sat down you scooted closer to him and covered his legs with a blanket you brought. 

You then grabbed your purse and pulled out his favorite candy.

He smiled and patted himself down. Pulling out a box of milk duds from his jacket pocket.

“ Awwww you remembered. Thanks.”

His eyes went wide when you gave him a peck on the cheek. 

He had only a second of shock before he tried to brush it off. “ Of-of course. I could never forget.”

You happily rocked side to side as you combined the candy and popcorn. Then you held out a bite for him. 

His heart started to race the closer your hand got to his mouth. 

He closed his eyes and let you feed him.

Under any other circumstances, this was totally normal. You were very affectionate. It actually annoyed him most of the time. However this time, it only served to make him think you actually did like him too.

As the movie he couldn't pay attention to kept playing, he tried not to think about his “crush”. But it was a battle he was losing. Every time you would laugh, it would warm his heart. Every time you guys reached for popcorn at the same time, your fingers would touch. All he wanted to do was hold your hand or pull you closer by your waist.

Then like a sign from above, the wind picked up. You moved closer to keep warm. Out of nowhere you rested your head on his shoulder and put your hand on his upper thigh. That's when his breath caught in his throat. He tried to clear it and ended up coughing. 

Without hesitation your reached over and lifted up your lemonade for him to take a sip.

He licked his lips and took a drink. After you put the cup down, you started tracing across his thigh. 

‘Better?’

He gulped and nodded. “I uhh I'm gonna get us refills.”

He felt your eyes on him as he got up and grabbed your cup and his. 

While he walked to the snack bar he tried to talk down a chubby. This wasn't okay. The way you made him feel was agonizing. But in such a good fucking way.

When he hit the stand there was a huge line. 

Shit! He thought. 

By the time he got back to the spot, you had moved to sit between Gareth and Grant. That's when he noticed you wearing Grant's leather coat. He instantly got jealous. 

You looked up and gave him a small smile. “ Sorry Eddie. I got really cold while you were gone.”

He shook his head. “ It's cool. The line was long.”

Once he handed you your drink he plopped down and sulked.

Obviously his feelings weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

What the hell was he gonna do?

…

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[hoeforbarnes]

When I say I want “big strong arms” to hold me, I don’t mean someone buff and muscular to wrap his arms around me for the most monstrous hug of my life…

I mean I want someone who’s arms are so warm and firm, that they hold nothing but confidence when I’m in them. Not confidence in themselves so much, but just confident isn’t heir decision to hold me tight.

I don’t need a buff man to squeeze me until I can’t breathe, I just need someone who’s arms are strong enough to hold me when I can’t hold myself together.

[thewordswewrite]

My Knight In Shining Converse

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary | You turned to see Eddie holding his hands behind his back and rocking on his heels. “So,” He starts, “I suppose thanks are in order.” He bows extravagantly, a grin on his face. “My knight in shining…converse?”

You roll your eyes, nodding your head, “Sure thing, Munson. Just keep your societal declarations to a minimum during lunch, yeah?”

Or five times you unknowingly stand up for Eddie Munson and one time he knowingly stands up for you.

Warnings | derogatory language, violence, explicit smut, abusive parents

W/C | 6,820

A/N | It’s official I’m hopping on the Eddie train!! Here’s a little bit of fluff and smut to tide you over until vol. 2 -smoe<33

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1

Your thoughts are consumed by the book grasped in your hands, the words of your friends being drowned out by the unfortunate life of Danny Torrance. Despite the loud bustling of the cafeteria, you were able to keep your focus on the unfolding story of the Overlook Hotel. Johnny axed down the door keeping him from Wendy-

Behind you, Eddie Munson stomped up onto his lunch table and began to rant. “As long as you’re into band or science or…parties,” his volume suddenly increased drastically as he formed a cone around his mouth with his hands. “Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!”

“You want something, freak?” Jason yelled from across the room, angrily pushing back his seat.

No one knew much about Eddie other than the fact that he ran the Hellfire Club and occasionally sold you, and the majority of Hawkins High’s student body, drugs, especially now since Reefer Rick’s departure to the state prison. Jason, on the other hand, was the school’s golden boy: goes to church on Sundays, dated the captain of the cheer squad, and was an adamant opposer of one Eddie Munson. You didn’t know either of the boys exceedingly well but you were more partial to Eddie considering your ‘arrangement’.

You sighed knowing that, depending on Eddie’s response to Jason, things would either die down or escalate immeasurably. How you managed to have the same lunch period as the two most attention-seeking boys at your school, you’d never know but you wanted nothing more than to spend your thirty minutes of free time reading your book and their daily fight was hindering that.

“It’s forced conformity…that what’s killing the kids!” Eddie yelled, jumping from his table to the floor directly in front of Jason, eyeing him up. Worst case, Jason would deck Eddie, leading to a full-on brawl but best case, they would devolve into a screaming match. Neither was something you wanted to deal with.

You angrily snapped your book shut, a napkin marking your spot, and stood from your seat. During freshman year, you wouldn’t even think about doing what you were about to do but as a Senior you couldn’t help but not give a fuck anymore. It also helped that you knew just about anyone who’s ever struggled academically as a result of your tutoring business. Being top of your class wasn’t a coveted spot but if you were going to escape Hawkins, Indiana, it needed to be yours, as well as any money you could scrounge up along the way.

As you reach the two boys, you grabbed Eddie’s upper arm and pulled him behind you. “Whoah, whatcha doin there?” Eddie laughed but you keep your eyes on Jason.

You trained your face into blank indifference and pointed your finger into the middle of his chest. “Listen to me, Jason, I get thirty minutes of peace a day and I don’t want to spend it listening to you,” You lowered your voice so that only the two of you could hear. “I already spent two fucking hours explaining basic calculus to you after school yesterday, so trust me, I’ve had my fill.” Jason blinked and looked away before he scoffed, pushing past you and Eddie alike but thoroughly knocking you into him on his way out. Eddie’s hands came to your waist to steady you but quickly pulled back. 

You turned to see Eddie holding his hands behind his back and rocking on his heels. “So,” He starts, “I suppose thanks are in order.” He bows extravagantly, a grin on his face. “My knight in shining…converse?”

You roll your eyes, nodding your head, “Sure thing, Munson. Just keep your societal declarations to a minimum during lunch, yeah?” You don’t wait for a response as you walk past him back to your table, your forgotten book awaiting you.

“Anything for the great protector!”

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2

It had been a week since the altercation between Eddie and Jason and surprisingly, since then, Eddie had kept to his word and stayed out of trouble, or at least any trouble during lunch. The week had been taxing, leaving you with little time to relax and no weed left in your stash. The days went on as you tried to last without a restock but your inability to relax before sleep left you drained and irritable.

When lunch finally rolled around, you had tried to sleep through the period, your head rested in your crossed arms but the noise from around you seeped into your brain. You felt the beginnings of tears prink your eyes at your exhaustion and forced yourself to swallow them. You needed to sleep tonight and if it was weed that you needed, you were just going to have to get it.

You stayed in your sleeping position until the bell rang where you shot up and immediately made your way to Eddie with one goal in mind. “Yo, Munson!” You called stopping him and the rest of Hellfire in their tracks.

“Well, if it isn't my knight!” Eddie grinned, while the boys around him stared. “What can I do for you?”

“Meet me after school in our usual spot,” You rubbed your eyes with the heels of your palm. “You know what I want.” The other Hellfire boys either whooped in congratulations for their leader or were in complete denial about you even speaking to him. Either way, you didn’t care as long as he got you the drugs. You needed to sleep.

“I’ll be there!” He always seemed to be calling after you.

_ _ _

You sat waiting for Eddie at the picnic table in the woods, having other places to be. You laid down across the bench of the table, your backpack acting as an impromptu pillow but lending little comfort.

“Sorry I’m late, had to talk to the boys about our session this week,” Eddie excused, scratching his head. “I brought the goods though!”

You ignored his antics and took out your wallet. “How much?”

Eddie fidgeted with the bag of weed in his hands as you stared him down. “Let’s go…fifteen for a half?” He asks looking away 

“Fifteen?” You ask incredulously. Eddie smiled and stood from his seat, walking around aimlessly. You cautiously removed the money from your wallet and placed it on the table, trading it for the drugs. “Reefer Rick normally charges at least sixty…” You trail off.

“Yeah, well consider it a thank you for the other day.”

“The other…? Oh! Well, that was more for me than you anyway,” You huffed out a small laugh. “I was just trying to read.”

Eddie looked almost intrigued at your admission. “Read what?”

“The Shining,” You replied with a shrug. “I heard he was coming out with a new book and it made me want to read his others again.”

He nodded enthusiastically, snapping his fingers. “Um, um, Stephen King, right?”

“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to know him.” You rested your head in your hand, elbow now propped on the table.

“Why, cause I’m the idiot stoner who can barely pass a class?” He scoffed, bringing his hand to his heart as if he’d been shot. “I’m shocked. I thought you would’ve been more open-minded than that.”

“No, 'cause you’re the idiot stoner who plays a fantasy game,” You tut. “Stephen King writes horror.”

“What can I say, I’m a man of many interests,” Eddie reaches into his back pocket and sticks a cigarette in his mouth before lighting it. You stand and heave on your backpack, stuffing the weed in your jacket pocket.

“Sure,” You make your way over to him and pluck the cigarette from between his lips. “These kill ya’ know.” Still holding it between your index and your thumb, you take a long drag from the cigarette before placing it back in Eddie’s mouth. You hold the smoke as long as you can stand before blowing it out softly, directly into his suddenly nearing face.

“Good thing too,” Eddie basically whispers. His eyes stare into yours almost unable to look away. Once again he forces you to produce a small huff of laughter and you back away, breaking the trance.

“You’re not an idiot ya know,” You defend. “At least I don’t think you are. Well, your business practices prove otherwise but trust me, you’re definitely not the dumbest kid at Hawkins High.”

He laughs disbelievingly. “Oh yeah? That's high praise coming from you, number one”

“Yeah well, I did tutor Steve Harrington my sophomore year. And trust me Jason is no wiz anywhere but the court,” You smile and begin to walk away. Already at least five strides away from him you call behind you. “Don’t go dying on me now, Eddie!”

“Why not?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Where else would I get these types of deals?”

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3

It had been a long day. Between an English Lit and Calculus test, on top of three hours of tutoring after school, you were exhausted. To top it all off, you now had to move onto your Friday night shift. Your dad’s friend, Ray, happened to lose a bartender just as you turned eighteen, leaving a spot open for you to fill her place. Fuck Indiana and their liquor laws. Unfortunately for you, that meant long night shifts filled with creepy flirting from old drunks and shitty music by even shittier bands.

Your dad wasn’t the worst person but more often than not he was one of those old drunks hitting on younger women. When he was in better spirits, he was fun and giggly but on bad nights he could be cruel. You tried to say away from home as much as possible and your job, although far from pleasant, offered such an escape.

You had just finished shift change with the morning bartender and started to wipe off the bar when two boys entered through the door. You recognized them from school and immediately shook your head.

“No, you guys gotta leave! I know you’re not twenty-one,” You called from behind the bar. If the police decided to show up to drink, like they did more often than not, and saw you serving underage kids, you’d be arrested, which was something you could not afford.

“We’re here to play,” The taller boy yelled back. “We’re the band for tonight.”

“Fucking Christ,” You muttered pinching the bridge of your nose. Normally it was just the jukebox with the same twenty songs all night but now this? “Fine. You can set up over there, I guess. Ray isn’t here so…” You gesture to an empty corner of the bar. “Is it just the two of you?”

“Nah, our guitarist is parking.” 

You nod aimlessly and begin taking orders from the small group of patrons. Coors here, rum and Coke there. Nothing was ever too complicated but the stares and comments for you to “smile” wore on you faster than any manual labor ever could. Suddenly, the door slammed open and in walked Eddie Munson with a guitar wrapped securely around himself.

“You. Are. Joking,” Eddie exclaims as he sees you. “Now what is our very own number one student doing here of all places?”

You sigh, struggling to put on a happy face. “Working. Six nights a week until I can get outta here.”

“Six nights? From when to when?” Eddie looked mildly concerned.

You internally cringed at the reality. “Six to two. Three-thirty-five an hour, oh, plus tips.”

Eddie’s face scrunched up into a frown. “That’s like a full-time job, though?”

“Ding, ding, ding.” You twirled your finger mockingly.

“Jesus, I guess you did need that weed,” He mouthed the word ‘weed’ and slapped his hand on the bar. “So what can I get?”

“You can have water, a Coke…club soda?” You offered with a tight-lipped smile and dead eyes.

Eddie looked down at you with pity. “You really are miserable aren’t you?”

“Wow, you’re just full of keen observations tonight aren’t you?” You mocked surprise, sarcasm dripping off every word. “See, I told you you were smart!”

“Ha, ha. Club soda, then? Grenadine too if you’ve got it,” He requested, sniffing and looking away.

You began his drink when your hand stopped mid-scooping ice and your mind caught up. “A Shirly Temple? Really?” You placed his drink on the bar laughing. “That’ll be two dollars.”

Eddie just grabbed his drink and walked away with an exaggerated sway of his hips. “Keep my tab open!”

_ _ _

The night had been steady and you found yourself surprisingly enjoying Eddie’s band. They stuck to rock but it was all well known and sounded great. Not that you’d ever admit it to his face but you found that Eddie’s playing was far above what you expected. Some of the men that sat around drinking had been there since before you arrived and were close to blackout drunk. You had cut many off hours ago but they stuck around to talk, mingle and cause a general ruckus.

The music from the band had died off for the last five minutes or so and you watched them talk and relax for a bit in between songs. Eddie had asked for some water for the three of them and sat down at the end of the bar. You noticed some of the drunker men start to get antsy at the lack of music taking to periodically glancing over and shooting dirty looks at Eddie.

“Hey, queer! You gonna keep playing or sit there and twiddle your thumbs the whole night?” A red-faced man sputtered, laughing with his buddy.

Eddie opened his mouth to retort but you beat him to it. “Hey! You can shut the fuck up with that kind of talk you hear me?” You slammed your hand on the bar, making everyone in the bar jump and stop talking.

“So, what? This fairy belong to you or something?” The man tried again.

“That’s it. Get the fuck out. Now!” Your voice was booming and hard as steel as you pointed to the door.

“What are you gonna do to make me, bitch?”

You angrily threw down the towel that had been resting on your shoulder and rounded the bar, practically stomping as you went. When you reach the man, you shove him, full strength, off the bar stool. The man toppled over and his friend stood at attention.

“Either of you lay a hand on me and you’re gonna be banned and arrested,” You threatened. “Now get out!” The men finally gave in to your yelling and threats, spitting on the ground as they left.

“Woah there,” Eddie chuckled nervously. “Thanks and all but you didn’t have to do that.” He said, clearly embarrassed. He was fidgeting with his rings, twisting and sliding them on and off.

“Yeah well, they were pissing me off anyway.” You tried to reason.

“Still though.”

You headed back around the bar towards the cash register and began to ring up his tab. “Not to kick you out too but I think it’d be best if you leave for the night,” You smiled sincerely and handed him his receipt. “I don’t put up with that bullshit though, ever. You coulda been anyone.”

Eddie chuckled. “I guess you’re right. I am me, though.”

“Yeah you are, a real shit-starter,” You flicked his shoulder and he feigned injury. “You guys did sound good tonight, though. I was especially surprised by you.”

His eyes lit up at your admission and you softened slightly seeing a light blush cover his cheeks. “Little old me?”

“Yeah, yeah. Go home Munson,” You pathetically shoved him in the direction of the door. Eddie smiled and gave you another bow on his way out while his bandmates teased him. You got back to the bar and saw his paid tab and an extra twenty lying there and marked as ‘tip’ on the receipt.

You smiled and pocket the cash.

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4

For once your school day was a step above shitty. Lunch was quiet and thankfully you hadn’t had any tests that day. The only problem now was that it was pouring rain and twenty minutes since school ended and your dad was nowhere to be seen. You purposely hadn’t scheduled any tutoring sessions that day so you could finally take some time for yourself but, as the minutes ticked by, you became less and less confident that you would have any time at all before work. With a sigh, you pulled up the hood of your jacket and started walking in the direction of your house.

Most days you walked home, you could honestly say you enjoyed it. The peace of the woods surrounding most of Hawkins was one you appreciated and despite the weird deaths that had frequented the town in the past few years, the locale wasn’t what you hated about the place. More than anything you hated the people. They sucked the life out of anything and everything they could get their hands on. You knew if you didn’t get out after high school you’d never get out. Sure, for some people a life of suburbia was perfectly fine but you didn’t think you could do it, seeing as it drove away your mother and enslaved your father to the drink.

You squeezed your eyes shut and decided to succumb to the rain, pulling down your hood which did nothing more than soak up water atop your head. Gripping the straps of your backpack, you trudged on down the road, paying little attention to the world around you until you caught sight of a car on the side of the road.

“Munson?” You questioned warily. His hair stuck to the sides of his face, much like your own, you guessed. He was drenched through and stared down at his open car hood.

“The one and only,” he chuckled darkly, slapping his hand on the side of the car. “Now, I know what I’m doing standing in the rain but what are you doing?”

Your mouth opened and closed as you looked around confused. “Walking?”

“Oh, really? I wasn't sure considering the…” His voice was littered with disbelieving laughs as he motioned wildly with his hands to the rain falling around you.

“Exactly, it’s perfect weather for a stroll,” You deadpanned. “My dad is supposed to pick me up when it rains but he didn’t show, so here I am.” You considered leaving it at that but quickly figured, if you could get a ride out of him, stopping would be worth it. “How bout you? What’s going on with your car?”

“See the thing is that, although I may be an expert DM, I happen to know nothing about cars,” His smile was self-deprecating but something about him kept him from embarrassment. Whether it was the false confidence or his leather jacket, he was pretty good at hiding his true feelings.

“Well…I could take a look? My dad is the mechanic so I do know a bit.” You took off your backpack and boldly opened his back seat to drop it inside. 

“Oh, yes please, by all means,” Eddie threw his hand up in surrender and stepped away from the vehicle.

“What happened when it stopped working? Any noises or anything?”

Eddie scratched his head and was clearly trying to feign nonchalance. “Well, it sounded like hissing and clearly, I didn’t make it very far before it just stopped.”

“Hissing?” You asked, an idea immediately popping into your head. You shut the hood of the car and made your way around to the back before crouching down and hesitantly looking inside the exhaust. Eddie had followed curiously and was now squatting down next to you. “Your exhaust is blocked,” Quickly tapping the side of the pipe to make sure it wasn’t hot, you then forced your hand inside to reveal the blockage. “It looks like a gym shirt or something?” Your eyebrows drew together in confusion. “Lucky nothing caught on fire.”

Eddie laughed darkly, taking the shirt from you and unfolding it to expose the ‘Hellfire Club’ logo and a crudely written ‘LOSER’ onto the front. He balled up the shirt and threw it to the ground and roughly kicked it away.

“Well, since you’re good to go now, you mind giving me a ride home?” You asked, trying to break the tension while still securing a ride.

“I guess I owe you again, don’t I?” Eddie smiled and rounded to the passenger side to open the door for you. You smiled at him and sat down, letting him close the door. “So, where to?”

“Umm, Forest Hills…the trailer park.” You sank into your seat at the admission.

“No kidding? Guess we’re neighbors, then,” Eddie side-eyed you but his growing smile stayed firmly on his face. The car ride stayed silent for a while until Eddie’s jitters must’ve won out and forced him to open his mouth. “So, how’s life been for Hawkins High’s top student?”

“Better now that I’m not walking in the rain,” You started, “It’s been fine I guess, nothing new. You?”

“Ah, you know me, getting my way to a D+ in Ms. O'donnell’s,” He shrugged looking at you.

“I could help you, ya know? Of course, it’ll cost you but I’m sure we could get you to a solid C,” You joked.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie laughed.

“I keep telling you that you’re not stupid. I don’t tend to lie for no reason and why would I fuel your ego anymore than it already is?” You crossed your arms behind your head and leaned back, closing your eyes and focusing on the sound of rain pattering on the window.

“Ok, fine. Not stupid, but still Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson.” He mocked.

“Fuck off with that,” You rolled your eyes. “If you seriously take any stock at all in what those idiots say at school, you might as well give up now cause it doesn’t get any easier.”

“Ouch! That’s a little harsh ‘number one,’” Eddie tried to joke but you saw how his previously lax hold on the steering wheel had tightened. 

You didn’t want to make him upset, so you tried to neutralize the situation. “I’m just saying if I had listened to all the shit people have called me in my life, I would have lost it by now. I already feel like I'm losing my mind, I don't think I could take it if I cared,” You knocked your shoulder into his, startling him at the contact.

“Well, that makes two of us. Losing our minds that is.”

Eddie pulled into the trailer park and you pointed out your home. The goodbyes were swift as you ran for cover from the rain but as you went to open your door Eddie rolled down his window.

“Keep it moving, Munson!” You yelled trying to stop whatever he was about to say.

Eddie simply laughed and jerked his arm out the window, pointing accusingly at you. “Be careful, I know where you live now!”

You watched as he drove off and smiled softly to yourself. Shaking your head, you stepped inside.

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5

The whole student body had been electric with energy in anticipation for the championship basketball game. The event was a town-wide ordeal, making Ray close the bar for the night and no one to book any tutoring. It meant that you had nowhere to be, no one to see, and more importantly, nowhere to go. Sure, the game was an option, but that type of stuff was never really your scene and the loud screaming from the crowd as well as the general touching involved within the packed gym didn't sound all that appealing either. The idea of going home was the worst thing you could think of but what choice did you have?

“Hey, what are you guys doing after school today?” You asked hopeful for one of your friends to want to stay in.

“Going to the game. What are you doing?” Your friend Margaret scoffed.

“Well, I was hoping-” You were quickly cut off by the snickering around you and turned to look where the group discretely pointed to.

You watched as Eddie went around to people, trying and failing to engage them in conversation. It was a stomach-dropping sight because you knew what it was like to be on the receiving end. His charisma may have entertained you but to many, he was nothing more than a ‘freak’. Your throat knotted as you watched him walk up to your group, a sinking feeling rooting itself inside you.

“Ladies!” He clapped his hands, looking around expectantly, gaze landing on you last. “Number one,” He smiled, before returning his attention to the rest of the group. “Would any of you care to join Hellfire for a night of excitement and the amazing storytelling skills of yours truly?” Eddie held out his arms, presenting the opportunity.

“Yeah, right, freak!” Margaret called from behind you. “He’s not serious, is he?” She whispered in your ear. 

You looked up to see that Eddie's smile hadn’t dropped completely but had dimmed, turning tight and insincere. Your mouth opened and closed, at a loss for words. You could feel your friend’s stares on you as you matched Eddie’s gaze. Mind finally made up, you turned to your friends whilst taking a step back towards Eddie. “I’m not going to the game, guys. See you Monday?”

Your friends looked scandalized but nodded nonetheless. They might not talk to Eddie, but you’d been by each other’s sides since Freshman year; they weren't going anywhere. You felt a hand touch your shoulder and you spun around to see Eddie flashing you the brightest grin you’ve ever gotten from him.

“Not going to the game?” He asked, excited.

“I wasn’t going anyway. Plus, I’m not trying to go home until my dad passes out drunk. This is for me, not you.” You replied, hand in his face as you walked past him. The Hellfire Club was never on your list of things to join for college apps but, now that the opportunity presented itself, you found that you were mildly excited to be thrust into the world of Eddie Munson.

“I totally believe every word you’re saying,” Eddie laughed.

_ _ _

The session was fun. You didn’t want to admit it but when you watched Erica Sinclair roll that nat twenty and everyone burst into cheers, your heart swelled. Even Eddie clapped, despite the group beating his campaign. Despite him being friends with way too many children, in your opinion, you found it sweet how he guided them through the game in order for the most fun to be had. The game had ended no longer than five minutes ago but you were already overcome with yawns as the adrenaline of the game wore down.

“So, how was your first D&D session?” Eddie walked up and stood shoulder to shoulder with you as the others packed up.

“It beats sitting at home and being around my dad,” You sighed with false boredom.

Eddie tsked and looked away, his arms crossed. “Alright, sure.”

“You do owe me a ride now, Munson,” You said, leaning into him from where you stood. “I’m not walking home this late.”

Eddie gasps in disgust. “Why, I would never leave a lady to walk home in the dark! Your chariot awaits,” He bent at the waist bowing for you. He held the door, forcing you to walk under his arm to exit the room, and smiled down at you as you went. You walked slightly in front of him, while he hung back, letting you take the lead towards his car.

“Did you ever catch who stuffed that t-shirt in your exhaust?” You wondered.

“What do you mean ‘catch’? There’s literally only one person it could be.”

“Jason Carver?” You called out, mocking his unsaid accusation.

He took an extra few steps and spun on his heel so he was walking backward, facing you. “Who else?”

“You act like he’s got it out for you or something,” You smirked at him. “Or are you just obsessed?”

“No! If anything he’s obsessed with me.”

You laughed and opened the passenger side door of his car to take a seat. You watched as Eddie leaned over to look through the back windshield, pulling out of the parking lot. You watched the muscles in his neck pull taught and flex as he navigated behind you. Shaking your head, you turn back towards your bag and pretend to look through it for your keys. What the fuck?

The journey is made in comfortable silence and accompanied by the passing of a joint, the smoke flying through the open windows and into the night air. It wasn’t long until the familiar sight of Forest Hills came into view and you knew the peace was over. Eddie drove up to the front of your house, just like the last time he drove you home a couple of weeks ago. This time, you walked around to the driver's side and rested your hand on the roof of the car, leaning down to talk to Eddie.

“Did you really have a good time?” He asked, face barely an inch from yours.

Your head was fuzzy with warmth and you stared into his eyes. Recklessly, you decided to coast your lips along from where they were nearing his mouth to rest at his cheek. You planted a soft kiss on him and pulled back slowly. His eyes stayed locked on yours and followed you as you turned away and walked up the steps to your trailer.

“Yeah, Eddie, I did.”

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+1

Today was the day. You had applied to tons of schools across Indiana but only one out-of-state and this one was the one you had been waiting for: Penn State. All you could wish for was an acceptance letter and a hefty scholarship to go along with it or you could kiss your escape goodbye. You bounded up the steps to your mailbox and practically ripped the top open in search of your letter but found it empty. The mail is always there by the time you get home, there’s no way you could’ve missed it.

Your chest began to heave as you opened the screen door; your nightmares came true as you saw an envelope gripped in the hand of your father. You didn’t even put down your backpack before he began to raise his voice. “You tryna leave? Like your…mother?” He slurred out.

“No..no I-I was just curious to see if I could get in,” You rambled, eyes downcast.

Your father’s hand came across your face hot and fast forcing tears to spring to your eyes. “Don’t you lie to me,” He took a long gulp of beer and threw the empty glass down, shattering it at your feet. “You want to leave just like your whore mother!” He roared.

You had begun to back up towards the door, trying to make your escape until he could sleep off the liquor. “No, I promise. I would never!”

As your hand reached the doorknob and you began to turn it, your father's fingers seized a fistful of your hair. His sweaty fingers gripped hard and thrust you back through the door. The step down caused you to lose your balance and his fingers released you to fall down the steps into the dirt. You could see your neighbors look on through their windows but do nothing to help as tears streaked down your throbbing face.

Your father shook his fistful of your letter and threw it down next to you. “Don’t you ever come back to this house again, you hear?” He yelled. “You wanna leave? Leave!” He slammed the door behind him and you looked over to the envelope next to you.

Despite the crinkled paper, your eyes reached the one word you hoped for: ‘Congratulations’. Handprints firmly etched into your cheek, scrapes on your knees and you still smiled, sobs wracked your body, not from sadness, but from relief.

With a single location in mind, you picked yourself up and held the letter to your chest, wanting to share the moment with one person. His house was only a five-minute walk away but you suddenly found yourself nervous to be standing at his front door. Steeling yourself, you sucked in a ragged breath through your nose and wiped your tears before pounding your hand against the door.

“Hold on!” You heard Eddie’s voice from inside and your grip on the letter tightened.

Suddenly, the door was yanked open and an annoyed Eddie was staring down at you. His expression shifted rapidly as his eyes scanned you from top to bottom before landing back on the handprint on your face. He sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled your name in concern. Eddie held out his arms in offering and finally, unable to hold it together, a sob escaped your lips and you leaned into his outstretched arms, burying your face in his shoulder.

The crying quickly turned into wet laughter, “I got in,” you heaved. He pulled back but still held your arms as he stared at you. “I got into Penn State and they’re covering seventy-five percent tuition.”

Eddie smiled warily but his hand ghosted up to your cheek before moving back down and settling near your neck. “That’s amazing but…who did this to you?”

“My dad, he kicked me out…but it doesn't matter cause I have all my money in the bank and I got in!” You waved the letter in his face, nearly hysterical. In excitement, you grabbed the sides of his head and kissed him hard on the mouth, your teeth knocking together, but you didn’t care, not at that moment.

“Wha-” Eddie pulled back and stared at your grinning face.

“You’re the only person I can think of that I would want to share this with right now,” You spoke softly.

Eddie searched your eyes and seemed to find what he was looking for when he surges forward and captures your lips with his own. The kiss was hot, wanting–no, needing. Eddie guided you into his trailer, lips never leaving yours. You let go of his face to drop your bag and shoved the letter inside before quickly returning to him. 

You went to reach for his face but his hands found your hips and kept you at arm's length. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, his face serious.

“I’ve never been more sure.”

With your assurance, he pulled your body flush with his and wrapped himself around you. He dropped his face down to your throat, singing your praise and sinking his teeth in along your jaw. He kept mumbling into your skin but the words are lost under your flesh where you can feel them buzzing with anticipation. Your hips ground into his and you can feel him already hard through his jeans. When you guide your hand down to grope him through his pants, he melts like wax against you, hot and pliable.

His groans shape the fuzzy outline of words into your mouth and you suddenly felt your legs go weak. “Bedroom,” You gasped. “Now.”

He planted one last kiss on you and turned around, keeping a hold of your hand as he led you through the hallway to his room. Eddie pulled you through the door as you shut it behind you with your foot. The room was messy and smelled of weed, trash littered the floor, and ashtrays still smoked, but you smiled at the sight of his guitar delicately hung up on the wall.

Eddie smiled sheepishly and looked around. “Sorry, I wasn’t really expecting to bring any girls in here anytime soon.”

You only laughed and pushed him gently towards the bed. The backs of his legs hit the edge and he sat, spreading his legs so they rested on either side of your thighs and you leaned into his space. Your fingers traced up the back of his neck, dragging them through his hair. Eddie shivered, the vibration traveling down his shoulders to his toes. His bottom lip was trapped between your teeth and you pulled as you leaned back from him, before letting go. 

You let your fingertips play at the hem of your shirt while Eddie watched entranced. Slowly you brought your shirt above your head, dropping it to the floor, and quickly moved to do the same to his. Still clad in his jeans, you loop your finger through the belt loop and kiss his pulse point. “I want these off.”

Eddie nodded and happily obliged, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off while you slid your hands along the hard planes of his stomach. You felt his fingers press into you, gripping at the softness of your chest as you got drunk off the smoothness of his skin. You both scrambled to claim new parts of one another with your touch. Soon you’re both stripped of clothing, bare before each other.

You ached to feel his hips pinned under your own and for the sounds you desperately wanted to hear be ripped from his throat in ecstasy. You continued your attack on his mouth and tugged sharply on his hair, forcing him to look at you.

He looked up at you then, eyes blown wide and panting. “I uhm” He swallows thickly. “I’ve never really done this before so, uh, go easy on me, alright?” He pleaded, gripping your waist. You looked at him confused as he continued. “C’mon, I run the D&D club and am literally nicknamed ‘the freak’.” He rubbed his nose into your neck and inhaled to hide the red embarrassment of his cheeks.

“I just don't get how you’ve been passed by this long,” You kneeled in front of him, taking his length into your hand. “You’re so pretty.” With your words, you kissed your way along his erection before wrapping your lips around him and hollowing your cheeks. As you sucked, you heard Eddie draw in a gasp of air and immediately grip the sheets, trying to find some solace from the cloud of pleasure that you forced over him. He gasped in slow writhe against the mattress, your actions drawing muttered curses from his throat. Before he could finish, you slid your mouth off with a resounding ‘pop’ and brought your head back up to his.

Eddie sucked his way down your chest, leaving purpling bites across your skin until he reached your nipple and took it in his mouth, sucking and biting, leaving you gasping atop of him. Your core almost hurt with need, you couldn’t take it anymore and you shoved Eddie back, straddling him and lining yourself up.

With no hesitation, you sunk down inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you, his face blissed out in awe. Slowly, you rocked your hips and groaned when Eddie’s fingers found your clit, keeping a steady pace as you chased pleasure. You moaned his name and he sat up, steadying himself with one arm on your waist and the other behind him so he could kiss you. As you sped up your movements, you could feel the rush of air that left his lungs stain your tongue and urge you faster.

Your own orgasm you could feel was building slowly, but you knew Eddie couldn’t last much longer, so you reached down between your legs and began to rub circles into the empty space Eddie’s fingers left after he sat up.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Eddie whined, as he came. But you weren't ready, you rode out his orgasm and then some as he squirmed under you, overstimulated. It wasn't until you felt your own climax crashing down around you that you stopped and stared at the fucked out man beneath you. “Jesus Christ.” He panted. You chuckled and slid off of him, taking the spot to his left and snuggling close as he wrapped his arm around you.

“I really like you, Eddie,” You mumbled, feeling suddenly embarrassed. “Like a lot.”

Eddie sputtered out a chuckle. “I like you too.”

You smiled and cuddled deeper into his chest. “Good.”

“You can stay here if you want. Since your dad kicked you out.” He rubbed your shoulder in comfort.

“You haven't even asked me out yet!” You accused jokingly.

“What, that not implied?” You huffed at his questioning. “Fine. Would you please do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” He asked, kissing your cheek lovingly.

You kiss him back and stare into his eyes. “Alright, I’ll be your girlfriend, Munson. And while you’re offering, I’d really appreciate staying with you.”

“Anything for my brave knight.”

[punk-in-docs]

🎃Trick? or Treat?🎃

Summary: Eddie’s friends don’t actually believe you’re really dating him, and they require some proof. Cause no way has the freak scored a girl like you- 3k- a dirty funky little drabble really…

Reader is related to my Eddie Series. Come take a look-

“There is no way. There’s just no way.” Dustin piped up. Dismissing it with a shake of his curly head.

“Agreed.” Mike pitched in, solidly. “I don’t buy it.”

They’re talking to each other like you aren’t even there.

“It’s gotta be a set up.” Comes Gareth’s opinion. Nodding as he points his fork at Mike. A wedge of yellow fruit speared on the end.

“A bet right?” Says Jeff. Crossing his arms and eyeing you up, like he’s waiting for the punchline.

You were currently sat at the Hellfire table, so dubbed the freaks’ spot by the jocks, in the canteen.

It was Fall. Inside there were paper streamers looped about the walls in twisting orange and black. Cardboard cut-out Jack-o-lanterns and skulls sneer from the walls.

Outside was a mucky amalgamation of Indiana Fall. Bone chilling rain and sticky brown-gold leaves, that had come off the trees days earlier. The huge windows in here misty muggy and smeared condensation with rain knifing down the glass the other side. The sky is dark grey, all bruised, and heaving with chowder thick clouds.

Droopy paper halloween decorations are tacked everywhere in this space that smells like stale pepperoni pizza. Hand made felt tip posters are tacked up on every surface for the ‘Fright Night’ party happening in the gym.

Now you were looking down the table at five very concerned faces. All of whom were waiting for you to spill the truth.

Quite frankly, they’re all looking at you like you’re Judas Iscariot at a disciples reunion.

Your eyes darted around from person to person.

They don’t believe you exist. They can’t believe it.

They cannot buy that you’re dating the curly haired scarecrow that is their metal headed Hellfire Leader. Your Eddie.

Who at this moment had dashed out in the rain to the parking lot with his black hoodie yanked over his wild hair, cause he left his lighter in his van.

And cause you’d left your chapstick in there in the glove compartment. And well, he did offer to retrieve it for you. Such a Prince.

“What part of are you guys having trouble understanding?” You ask as you reach in your bag for your book, and your brown paper bag of home made lunch. Chicken salad sandwich and a bag of chips. Extra large portions. You knew who would be stealing half your lunch.

Your chunky blue sweater slides off one shoulder. Revealing a lilac bra strap and a definite indication of a grape-purple hickie nestled in the crook your neck. The mystery continues.

“It’s gotta be fake. You’re like, dating a jock or something, aren’t you?” Jeff narrows his eyes at you like you’re a suspect.

Your gaze is packed in snow. Something razor cold skimmed off the Arctic Ocean.

“I take offence at that, dweeb.” You lob your eraser at his head.

That move is eerily similar to… someone else.

You hold your hand out, palm up to him, with a thundering frown. He throws your pink eraser back.

“But you’re-“ Mike starts. Then his tongue stunts itself.

You pause. Brows shooting up your head.

“I’m what, Wheeler?” Your tone invites him to think very carefully about his next words.

“You’re a girl.” He splutters.

“Hey. Only on the outside, kid.” You wink and click your tongue at him. Grinning. Widening your eyes. You learnt that from someone else too. The Kubrick stare.

“No- you’re, like. You’re a girl, girl. Like, you’re popular and. Normal? You get good grades. You’re friends with Jonny Lopez’ girlfriend. You’re going to like, a big league college.”

“I wouldn’t say popular. And we’re not entirely like friends. She just sort of bitches at me, and I occasionally give her a ride to school.” You shrug honestly.

“And hey excuse me, I’m not normal.” You point out. “I was reliably told this was the table that celebrates being ‘not normal’ anyhow.” you curl your fingers with air quotes.

They shrink down a little with that point. “Well yeah- actually.” and a chorus of shuffles, awkward coughs, and agreeing grunts comes your way.

“Good. Cause if I wanted to be ordinary I’d go sit at that table over there.” You nudge your head across the way where Jonny and Linda are sitting.

He’s telling some stupid macho story about a keg party to his fellow guffawing gorillas. She was busy chewing gum, not listening and painting her nails slutty cherry red.

“Did he pay you to do this?” Dustin asks. “Like $20 bucks if you come sit over here and prank the nerds.”

You slowly crunch a chip on your tongue and shoot him a spiky look. “Careful, Henderson.”

“Who paid who, to what, to the nerds?” Bursts a new voice into the conversation.

Quite possibly your favourite voice ever.

Eddie thumps himself down on his throne at the end of the table. Nudges his chair right up close to yours.

He’s flicking rain drips off his hoodie, some beaded down his leather arms. Some still clung to his big dark doe lashes and his messy bangs now growing wonkily down into his eyes. You’d seen him loping into the trailer bathroom the other day with a cigarette on the go, and a pair of scissors to just whack at those bangs. Messy as fuck.

A few rolling rain drips are still skating down his forehead. Soggy black sleeves nudge your chapstick into your palm on the table. He shakes off the rain like a wet dog.

Eddie drops a kiss on your head. A soft “Mwah” before he takes his seat. His hair hanging on your nose smelling like your dreamy coconut conditioner, because he’d spent the night at yours last night.

Neither of you got much sleep, naturally. You were sore in places you didn’t know could be sore. That boy was a sexual menace.

“Dude. We were just talking about your not girlfriend here.” Gareth pointed out. Jeff was deciding to take a cowardly out and hide behind a comic book.

Eddie tilts his head at the guy. Winding his cold knuckles through yours. Right there on the table top. Skin chilled from the rain.

“Is that a challenge in that sentence I’m hearing?” He asks with a stormy edge to his expression.

Eddies gaze could be lethal if he willed it to be. Shredding metal he could cut you on. These geeks rarely wanted to be in the ireful wrath of their leader’s disapproval.

“There’s no way you’re dating! It’s a hoax!” Dustin exclaims, loud. Laying his hands on the table in emphasis. Almost rising out his seat.

Eddie flicks those dark eyes to his curly haired companion.

“Alright punk. What about this are you struggling to get through your little head?” He barks out.

“How about, I don’t know, all of it. The fact she’s sat eating here. The fact you’re supposedly dating…” Sinclair lays out.

“Stop putting adverbs and negatives before the word dating.” You scowl at them.

Eddie chuckles, sneers and slings an arm around your shoulders. Looping you right close to him. You’re munching your lunch and smiling as he brings you in closer.

“Is it cause I’m so hot and so so way out of her little arty girl indie state league? I know. Poor baby girl, she can’t help that.” He coos.

You twist your head and his smirk is right there. Would be a shame not to kiss it. You lean in and peck him on the mouth sweetly.

When you pull away the pair of you take great delight in the shock still on their faces.

Eddie nuzzles his nose into your neck to make you squirm. Then he sits there with his chin on your shoulder. Opening his mouth like a little baby bird when he wants you to feed him chips. You do and he bites and sucks on the salty ends of your fingers.

“Seriously Henderson, You couldn’t shell out the amount of money required to fake constantly wrangling this one’s humungous ego.” You pat Eddie’s cheek three times.

“Not the only humungous thing she has to wrangle.” Eddie leers. Does that curling devil tongue at you. Tries to shove his tongue in your ear. You laugh and bat him away.

“No. No. Gross.” Says Mike. Shaking his shaggy head.

“….Plus serious compensation would be required for anyone to sleep in his flea pit of a bedroom.” You tell. Eyes turned down towards your book.

Eddie reached over you with his free hand and pawed at your chip packet for more. Scooped up your sandwich and stole a bite. Extra crispy bacon. Lettuce, Chicken mayo and that spicy mustard he likes- oh he was in love.

“Hey, I tidied it up for you, pencils. I put clean sheets on the bed. Made sure you could see the floor.” He spoke through chewing. Cheeks full. Sucking a glob of mustard off his thumb.

And yet, they’re all sat there looking at you like you’re selling bullshit.

“Alright you little assholes.” You clap and dust your hands off. Some of them actually jump back. Flinching.

Eddies staring at you with literal red bursting heart eyes watching you get irate with his table full of nerds.

You’re sat here all puppy love bundled up with him. Cupid arrow pink kinda gooey love, enshrined with little hearts squished above the i’s. Surrounded by pink ribbons and fucking bluebirds. Mushy love like a damn Carpenter’s song, and you’re so fused together at the hip bones. Like it actually hurts to break apart.

They’re still not buying it.

“What will it take to convince you, that we, are a real thing?” You nudge your thumb at you and Eddie.

They eye you shrewdly. Mike is the first soldier over the top the face the clattering guns.

“What’s his favourite band?” He fires out. Twisting towards you. All elbows and angles and those Wheeler nuclear-family enviable cheekbones.

“Bandsss plural.” You correct. “Metallica, Black Sabbath, Megadeath, Iron Maiden, W.A.S.P, Judas Priest, and Van Halen...”

“Don’t you dare do it.” Eddie warns to that naughty gleam in your eye. “They’ll never look at me the same.”

The guys lean in all interested.

“… And Dolly Parton. Especially Jolene.” They descend into laughing uproar. Eddie throws chips at Sinclair who was cackling.

They were never to know you two hollered along to that at the top of your lungs, on the drive to school in the summertime. Windows open. Hair flying. Shades on. Soupy sunshine and enjoying another cloying Indiana July.

That was the month you’d met this gorgeous creature. Watching fireflies come out laying in the long cool grass at the trailer park, sharing a joint. You in a gossamer sundress the colour of blushing peonies. It was like a way too good fever dream. Hazy days and deep purple sticky summer midnights.

“Favourite food?” Comes the next.

“His favourite meal is a chilli dog, with jalapeño loaded dirty fries with everything, and I mean everything, on it, and one of those strawberry mega monster shake things you get at the diner over on Admiral. He also loves sour candy, like a ridiculous amount. Sour patch kids, nerds, jolly ranchers.”

Eddie who was eating next to you frowned through chewing your sandwich down. The whole thing was nearly gone. Your half was looking pretty tasty too.

“I also know he doesn’t really have a great sense of a varied diet. He won’t eat for hours and then he’ll scarf it down in five seconds like a seagull. Case in point-“ Wave your hand across at him. Like you were presenting him.

“Hey-“ He mumbled. Mouth stuffed with almost all your sandwich.

“All in all, Bottomless void when it comes to food. Runs almost entirely on nicotine and caffeine. Or gas station beef jerky, and out of date mini powdered doughnuts.” You finish.

“Celebrity crush?” Dustin points a finger at you.

“Eartha Kitt. In her skin tight Catwoman costume.” You smile sultrily. “Next?”

“Damn.” Jeff laughed.

“Favourite subject?”

Oh you scoff.

“DND. Obviously. He hates science and math. But he’s actually shockingly good at English. He’s a reader. Reads more comics and fantasy books, than anyone I know. If you can’t find him, guaranteed he’s in the fantasy section.”

“Wow dude, really?” Gareth asks.

Eddie actually blushed.

“It’s actually pretty cute. You know Mrs Coulter, the elderly librarian? Yeah. They exchange Xmas cards. She properly dotes on him. Adorable. Calls him Edward.” You chuckle.

“No way-“ Dustin grins. Giggling. “Edward.” He preens. Cheeks all squidgy with his smile.

Eddie flicks a gaze over at you. It’s almost edgy, but he’s smiling. He’ll remember that- for later on.

“Henderson, I will jam that fork in your eye.”

You overlap the violence and pat the back of your boyfriends hand. Nudge your lunch towards him as a consolation prize.

“He’s just terrible at being forced to read and write stuff. Nonconformer in him really rails against being told what to do.” You lay out nodding.

Cause that was kinda a given where he’s concerned.

“Oh, oh, I know. Favourite movie…” Jeff clicks his fingers at you.

“Friday 13th. The Goonies when he’s stoned out his crazy brain.” You pat Eddie’s head affectionately as you speak.

“Ok those are fairly standard. How about a random trivia round?…” Dustin decides very loudly. Slamming his fist down on the table top. Almost knocking over Mikes can of tab. Jesus Dustin. Watch it man-

You roll your eyes and think. You also shut your book cause you know you won’t be cramming for your English test with the current inquisition going on.

“What does Eddie hate… what are some of his dislikes.”

“Jocks. Uh, He uhm, hates mushrooms on his pizza. Picks the pickles out his burger. He prefers winter to summer. Cuts all the scratchy labels out his clothes cause they annoy the hell out of him. Gets hay fever pretty bad. He thinks playing or watching sports is dull as shit. He can’t stand CCR, or mint chocolate chip ice cream.”

“I’m sorry but no ice cream should taste like toothpaste. It’s sick.” Eddie whines.

“He has little scars on his back that he likes to claim are scratches from sex.” You begin.

“Yeah he’s showed those us a lot. It’s sickening.

“Okay, wait til I tell you that he actually got them from falling ass first into my moms rose bush when he was sneaking in through my bedroom window one night.”

“I brought you chicken noodle soup when you were on the very verge of death. Pencils.” Eddie defends.

You turn and catch his pouty little eyes as he leans into you.

“He thinks I don’t know that he sometimes feeds the trailer park strays. Leaves out a can of tuna and bowls of water for them. Has given most of them metal names.”

Holy shit. Eddie makes this face at you like he’s in awe of all the little things you’d grasped about him. Made his stomach feel all slippy and gooey. Yeah. This is definitely love, kid.

“Awhh.”

Eddie snaps his eyes across to his friend who dares make that noise. He picked up the fork closest to him. Shooting feral eyes.

“Oh, He’s named his van.”

“Pencils.” He warns.

“Shut up.” Mike counters. “What is it?”

“Galadriel.” You chirp all sunny.

Dustin looks so happy.

“You’re single handedly ruining my reputation here, honey.”

You lean in and smack a kiss on the end of his nose.

“You have a sex rep I don’t know about, Munson?” You raise one brow. Up in his face about it. That jumper sliding down a silky skinned shoulder he wants to nose at. Call a spade a spade. He wants to bite it. Soothe the bite with his tongue and hear you coo oh, Eddie.

“Not in front of the halflings, Baby. They’re fresh faced and innocent right out the shire.” He dotes at you.

“Hey we’ve seen some shit.” One of them defends

“Not talking about a DND campaign you little pipsqueak.” Eddie smirks.

His hand is sliding around the waistband of your hip. Scooping around your back and pulling you to him. Clutching at his leathered shoulders and your thighs guided sideways over his lap. He snatched you right out your seat.

“Children avert your gaze. Some very 18+ activities are about to happen here.” Eddie warns them as his hands smooth up your jumper. Over your hips and back. He growls when he gets his ring clad fingers clutching your ass through your jeans.

“Ok, I really didn’t need to see that.”

“Buckle up, Pencils.” He whispers into your ear and brushed his tongue over your pulse.

“I’m going for public indecency to prove a point to these assholes.”

Then he seals his lips across yours and pushes his tongue into your mouth, as with any wild Eddie kiss, you melt. You feel his jaw open.

Your spine uncurls and slopes down your body like jello. It’s a movie star kiss that demanded Dolby technicolour and surround sound. A swooning kiss off the silver screen that could curl toes, and bloom whole fields of daisies.

You grasp his hair and reel him in. Kiss him back all spitty and wet to prove a point, and you’re not shy about shoving your tongue in his mouth. He moans.

You scratch his scalp. He sucks your bottom lip like you’re a delicacy. It’s way too much. So filthy. Fucking beautiful is what it is.

Then you feel his wicked, wicked hand pinging dangerously at your bra clasp. Snapping it to your skin. He bites his lip when he pulls back and shoots you those sultry black bedroom eyes.

“This is the one I hate getting off isn’t it? The goddamned purple one.” He says all lusty as he rubs the tip of his nose into yours. Your cheeks are so hot. Blood lava hot pushing in your face.

“You’re a trooper. Munson. You’ll figure it out.” You tell him with a teasing voice that you can feel makes his dick throb under your thighs.

“Can’t wait to get in those panties, later.”

“I’ve got art class after school. Come by around eight. Moms out tonight.” You flirt. Which means takeout, and suffocating, hands wandering, kisses, til you can’t remember which way is up or down. And so much Eddie. It feels like you’ll burst with love of him.

His lips taste like sugary tab and, now, your chapstick. Ash swirls on his breath from his last smoke. He’ll be itching for another one soon. Maybe you’ll sneak away and join him. Make out for the remainder of lunch time.

“Good. I really love it when you can scream loud when I bury my face in your pus-“ You clap your hand over his mouth.

“They don’t need chapter and verse. Baby.”

Eddie responds by licking a big hot stripe up your palm.

“You know, guys, maybe they’re not faking it.”

“Please, people are trying to eat here!”

“I’m definitely gonna barf.”

~

[slasherbabi]

CG!Eddie Munson X Shifter Age regressor

Summary: An age regressor who is a fan of the show stranger things accidentally shifts one night, escaping a difficult home life. They wake up at the park Bench the high school and run into none other than Eddie himself.

Chapter One: BB shifts for the first time and meets Eddie.

Warnings: Fem descriptions and pronouns, somewhat of a self insert, so certain pet names in use. Mild mention of abusive home and mentions of depression, SH and ED.

Not Proofread

Im hoping to make this a multiple part thing and thinking I should nickname her BB (baby bat)

A yawn came from BB's lips, rubbing her eyes tiredly and laying her head on the cold pillow beneath her, on her phone played season 4 of stranger things, it was probably the 3rd time it was being rewatched. It was all that brought her comfort at this point, she wished so much she could be there and be part of the group, more importantly, part of hellfire. Her eyes cast down to the oversized Hellfire club shirt, currently being used as pyjamas as well as a pair of shorts. She let out a sigh and grabbed a pillow, hugging it close as she began to cry, burying her face in the material to cover the noise. She wanted badly to regress, to be away from here, anything. Before long, the girl drifted off, the sounds of the show still playing in her headphones quietly, imagining Eddie beside her, stroking her hair gently and cuddling her close.

When BB woke, her legs and arms were cold, her face was rest against her forearm, crossed beneath her. She groans and lifts her head, frowning slightly at the brightness around her.

"What..." Her mind finally collected, she was surrounded by tall, dense forest, her heart began to race intensely, where the hell was she? How did she get here? She jumped up from the picnic bench she was sat on, tripping back a little and falling onto a bed of pebbles and sticks, she groans and wobblily tries to get up, getting on her hands and knees before seeing a pair of converse and she froze.

"You okay there?"

That voice, she'd heard it before. BB's eyes went up, travelling across black jeans, a chain, denim sleeveless jacket and... a hellfire shirt. Finally, a mess of dark curly hair.

"Hellooo? Can you hear me? Did you hit your head?" He crouched down making her shoot up with a yelp. "Hey... it's okay I'm not gonna-" He titlted his head and frowned looking at her shirt. "Hey where did you get that?" His voice was a little more stern now, he'd made all of the shirts with the club himself, he would have known if there was an extra or a spare, did she steal it?

"This can't be happening... T-this... No no you're not real! You're not real!!" BB crouched down, hugging her knees as she breathes heavily, Eddies face softened, thinking what he was seeing was a bad trip. He sat beside her. "Hey, it's okay... you're safe." He spoke a lot softer now, brushing her long hair from her face trying to get her to look at him. "I've seen this before, come on, my van is really close, lets get you warm and safe." He looked at her legs seeing they were scratched and cut up. "Can you walk?" She was still hyperventilating and shaking a little, not answering him and trying her best to hide behind dark hair. "I need you to nod yes or no if I can take you to my van." She hesitates breathing heavily, trying her best to focus on his question, but it was hard, he shouldn't even be here in the first place. Eventually she nods, gasping when she was lifted into the air, a bright blush on her face as she held onto him tight, afraid she'd be too heavy and fall.

Soon the two exited the woods, Eddies van parked at the curb "See? That's it right there, that okay?" She nods again, just staring up at him with a bewildered look "You okay?" He chuckles a little at the look on her face. "Lets get you a little food and water okay?" He opens the van and sits her on the mattress in the back, turning on the lights in the back "Pretty cool huh?" He gives her a big smile, and his heart slightly melted seeing her lips twitch up into her own small smile. Eddie took some of the sheets and wrapped them around her, "There you go, nice and warm. Now, I have some poptarts, is that okay?" BB nods softly, watching as he climbed to the front of his van and began searching the door pockets and glove box, opening them and handing them over with a bottle of water.

"Eddie?" He froze, she knew his name, furthering his belief that she must have gotten the shirt from a member of the group.

"Yeah?"

"Where am I?" He frowns at the question and tilts his head a little,

"Uhm, you're in Hawkins." That's what she thought, but it wasn't possible "Listen I know my group, none of them have girlfriends, unless they're lying to me," He mumbles the last part "So, where'd you get the shirt little lady." Eddie did his best to remain soft spoken, not wanting to startle her anymore.

"You wouldn't believe me, I don't even believe it myself..." BB sighs and nibbles at the corner of the pop tart.

"Try me." She chews her lip keeping her eyes down, the hair in front of her face.

"I'm not from here, like not just Hawkins, but, where I am from, you're a TV character. I watched the show every night to help me fall asleep." She left out details of his and Chrissy's death, and her huge crush on him.

"I'm that boring huh?" He jokes a little before looking at her seriously, "Okay, for real now, what have you taken, and where did you get the shirt?"

"I haven't taken anything, I bought the shirt from a Merch shop, look." She pulled at her collar to show him the label. "You have a band called corroded coffin, you used to have buzzed hair, you run a DND club." She listed off other random facts as well as the members of Hellfire club, and Eddie made a mental note to interrogate all of them to see who set up this strange, invasive prank.

"Well, you can't keep up this act forever, where do you live I'll drop you off." Eddie got up and made his way to the front of the van, his patience was waring thin.

"I don't have anywhere." He paused,

"Come sit down, you can stay with me..." He sighs. BB made her way to the front of the van and sat down, blushing again when he leant over to strap her in.

They get back to his trailer, Eddie parks up before turning to her.

"You can sleep in here or in my room, I'll sleep on the couch, which do you want?" BB looks down fidgeting with her fingers, "Okay, you can have my bed." He unstraps her again and she began to feel it, she was slipping. BB tried her best to ignore it, but his little gestures were the most cared for she'd felt in a while. Even more so when he lifted her.

"W-what are you doing?" She gasps and clings to him again.

"Your legs are all cut up, you've not got any shoes, I'm carrying you little lady." He winks playfully, before the thought that this may be one of his friends sisters or cousins, and began to feel a little guilty, especially seeing her blush at his words. Eddie got her inside and took her to his room, sitting her on his bed before digging through all sorts of containers.

"What's your name?" He spoke out as he was still searching.

"Hm? Oh... um, I don't really like it, but, Bonnie Bryce..." BB continues to fidget awkwardly watching him search through his things. Bryce? He didn't know anyone with that name, he'd still interrogate his friends though.

"Cute name, if you don't like it though, I could call you BB." he pulled out a little bag and came and sat in front of her, taking note of the shy smile behind her hair, watching her nod. "Okay this is gonna sting a little BB..." he began to clean the cuts and grazes on her legs with an alcohol wipe, feeling guilty at the little whimpers from her and the sight of her clutching his bed. "All done!" He looks up at her with his hands up "See it's okay, you're okay... now, princess Band-Aids for a princess?" He pulled out a few pink Band-Aids, he had them in all colours, before grabbing a pen and doodling flowers, hearts and princesses on them, he couldn't help adding a few bats too, putting them over her cuts before seeing faint scars further up her leg, he sighs quietly and looks away.

As the night progressed, BB told him more and more about the real, modern world, and not only was he amazed, he was starting to believe her. She had changed, wearing an old hoodie of his, covered in different doodles and patches and bleach drawings,, and a pair of sweatpants, the hellfire shirt remained. "Welp! I don't know about you, but I am hungry, left over pizza?" He gave her a wide playful grin "Not much else in the house so..."

"Sure, thank you." She smiles softly and waves goodbye, the hoodie sleeves covering her hands. Eddie left and immediately put his hand over his heart dramatically before chuckling and going to reheat the pizza. While it was reheating he grabbed the phone and called Gareth.

"You've reached Gareth the Great."

"Who is she?"

"You gotta elaborate Ed's."

"The girl, she said she was called Bonnie Bryce? She was at my spot and she knew all this shit about me so I know one of you sent her, HA HA very funny."

"Don't know any Bonnie dude, never heard of her, maybe you've got a stalker." The smirk on Gareths lips could be heard through the phone, Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Shut up."

"Someone's got a little crush on our Edd-" Eddie hung up before he could say anything else, just in time for the pizzas to be reheated. He plates both and shoves two cokes in his pocket before bringing them in. "Hope you're hungry!" He grins and hands her the plate, sitting beside her and giving her a coke too. "So... You're really from the future then, future girl." He chuckles. BB smiles and nibbles nodding awkwardly.

"More like, a different reality..."

"Am I your favourite character?" Eddie grins smugly, BB went quiet looking down making his smile grow wider "I am aren't I?!" He laughs and ruffles her hair making her curl into her self even more with shyness. Eddie grins and puts the hood up for her before looking at her plate "You've barely eaten... you okay?" She nods softly with that guilty, sickly feeling.

"Y-yeah, sorry, just not very hungry..." Her response makes Eddie tsk.

"Can you try eat a little more cutie? For me...?" BB's heart skipped a beat, nodding shyly and trying to eat a few more pieces.

"I'm just gonna be..."Eddie points towards the couch with a sheet draped over it, "Right there. Okay?" BB nods softly and moves to get comfortable.

"Thank you Eddie." She smiles up at him sleepily making his heart yet again melt.

"No problem princess BB." He kisses the top of her head before grabbing some pyjamas "Goodnight."

Eddie makes his way to the couch, changing into a loose black shirt and grey shorts, tying his hair up loosely and was just about to lay down and get comfortable when he heard crying coming from his room, loud and panicked. He immediately shot up and rushed to his room. "Bonnie?!" He opens the door to see her writhing and crying, obviously having some sort of night terror. "Hey hey! Bonnie!" He knelt on the bed and cradles her against his chest, "Bonnie wake up!" (couldn't resist) BB jolted awake, looking up at him in shock before burying her face in his chest and crying. "Shhhh, it's okay, you're safe... you're safe, I got you..."

Once she'd calmed down, she sniffles and looks up at him "C-can you stay...? Please."

"Of course... I'm right here, anything you need..." Eddie whispers to her, laying down and keeping her on his chest, his arms wrapped around her tightly, stroking through her hair.

A/N: A little long and not much regression stuff but oh well, the next ones will have a lot more. Also here is BB.

[redahlia-writes]

crush with eyeliner. | eddie munson

Summary: applying eyeliner to eddie turns out to be a real challenge

Words: 900ca

Content: f!reader, teasing, suggestive language, flirting, fluff, eddie with eyeliner is a warning in and of itself tbh, canon? i don’t know her

Author’s note: slightly inspired by this lovely fanart (chrissy x eddie), except i just changed it to the singer of corroded coffins, this was written in like 15 minutes with no editing so have mercy

also on AO3  - masterlist

“Munson, I’m gonna need you to stop squirming.”

Had you known joining the band would cause you so much trouble, you would’ve stuck to the school choir and waited to be out of Hawkins. Now you were stuck with these morons singing in the Corroded Coffins, which you adored, except when they asked a favor from you.

Like in this moment - straddling on Eddie’s thighs on a chair that creaked worryingly under your weights combined, his hair tingling your wrists as you held his face with one hand and tried to apply eyeliner around his eyes.

You went in again when he stopped moving, brow slightly knitted in concentration, and just as you reached the tip of the brush to his eyelids he moved back, shifting underneath you once again. With a frustrated sigh, you let your hands fall to your thighs.

“Seriously, you’re acting like a child,” you huffed, glancing down at your uncovered legs, at his hands resting on your knees. “Should I remind you you asked me to do this?” “Yes, because it looks good on you,” he retorted, matching your annoyance as he looked up at you. “But that thing coming near my eye is terrifying.”

“It won’t kill you,” you reassured, mockingly, lifting one hand back up.

You placed it behind his head, pillowing it as he tilted his chin slightly up, and took a deep breath in before moving the eyeliner up towards his face. He shifted a little, then gripped your thighs just slightly underneath the edge of your shorts, lips pressed in a tight line.

When the tip of the brush touched his eyelid he tried to move back, face scrunching up in a grimace, but you tightened your hand in a fist behind his head, tugging on his hair - he groaned in response, eyes opening to look straight up at you.

“Stop acting like a baby or we’ll never get on stage,” you threatened, voice lowered.

Eddie’s eyes flickered across your face as his lips parted, the lingering smell of cigarette on his lips brushing your skin as he exhaled then ran the tip of his tongue between his lips, a delicate shade of pink coloring his face as he met your gaze once more.

“Have you always been this bossy, babe?” he hummed, letting his eyes flutter shut.

“Yes,” you responded without missing a beat, keeping your hand behind his head and waiting a beat longer before reaching down again. “You like it though,” you added, a grin clearly in your words.

Eddie chuckled, his nose scrunching up - still, you managed to paint your black line over his eyelid. It smudged a bit at the corner of his eye when he squeezed it tighter, and with the tip of your ring finger you smudged it underneath his bottom lashes.

“I do,” he admitted, the tip of his finger brushing underneath the hem of your shorts - his cold rings kissed your skin, making you lock your legs a little tighter around him. “Is it done?”

“Other eye,” you announced, pushing yourself a little closer. The chair creaked again, and Eddie looked up at you.

“I just have one question,” his hands moved, tracing the curve of your hips from over the denim, then up to your sides, eyes flickering down to the neckline of your shirt - a raggedly cut shirt tucked inside your pants, the sleeve holes low enough to show part of your ribcage and the band of your bra.

“What?” his thumb brushed the exposed skin of your sides, and unconsciously you arched your back towards him. A little grin spread on his lips after he wet them again, eyes moving back up to your face.

“Is this a preview of what might happen later on?” he moved his hands underneath your shirt, ripping the sleeves a little further as his thumb followed the shape of the bra, right over the edge of the band. “Say, after the concert?”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you rested your arm over his shoulder, leaning in a little bit - he straightened his back slightly, as if trying to chase you, but stalled as his gaze shifted down towards your grin.

“In your dreams, Munson,” you retorted, and a mocking, theatrical gasp left his lips. “How’d you know?” he asked, eyes shimmering with amusement.

“Stay still,” you warned, moving to finish applying the eyeliner around his eyes.

This time, his hands splayed over your ribs, Eddie obliged more easily, only once trying to move out of your way - and causing a half-wing pulling down from the corner of his eye. You smudged it with the tip of your finger again, making it more or less similar to the other, and shifted back once you were done.

“So? How do I look?” one of his hands left you, reaching up to flick his hair back in a show of vanity as he batted his eyes. “Hot enough to tempt you?” he added, pushing his other hand behind your back, fingers pressed gently against your spine.

“Eh, I’ve seen better,” you said with a shrug, and the unabashed laughter that left him made the chair creak wildly - you gripped his shoulders as it wobbled underneath you, then leaned closer. “You look great, Munson. I’m sure you won’t be going home alone tonight.”

“Is that a promise?” he grinned, and tilted his head to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth. You couldn’t help the little smile that accompanied your eye roll, even as his hand traveled across your skin, warm, calloused palm and cold rings tracing lines over your back.

“Whatever the hell it is the two of you are doing in there, break it up and put your clothes back on!” Gareth yelled from behind the closed door. “We’re going on stage in five.”

[cheesewritings]

Incorrect Eddie quotes.

“I believe you’ll find that on page Fuck you I’m the DM”

[roadkillremi]

Therefore I do not fear the devil... (1)

Eddie Munson x AFAB!Witch!Reader

MasterList (two out now)

Warnings : MINORS DNI, Sexist Comments, Discrimination of Witches, Masterbation, Eddie Fantasies Reader, Reader Claims to not believe in God, Mentions Church rules like a government, Mentions Death, Drinking, Smoking of Tobacco, Eddie watches reader change, Eddie imagines degrading the reader.

Summary : In 1684 in a village a bit like Salem strange things started to happen. Especially when Y/N starts to visit more. Eddie quickly falls in love with Y/N not realizing what he's getting himself into.

"Anything to say, before we burn you?!" The priest yelled. The wind blew roughly causing you to shiver.

"The witch stays silent-" He began to light his torch on fire. You close your eyes tightly to prepare yourself for the pain.

"I KNOW WHERE THE TRUE WITCH LIVES!" a rough voice yelled. You opened your eyes to find Eddie standing on a wooden crate. His long curls are going crazy in the wind. The priest turned to him, "Very well lead us there."

2 months Earlier

Eddie noticed you in the village time after time. Your long skirt with a loose chain belt hugging your hips. He knew it was a sin to look at someone with such lust. But he couldn't help it. Dried flowers rested in your hair, a flowy long sleeve top that curved with your figure. How you'd stop to tell the children stories.

But at night is when you go into the tavern. By day the old men wanted nothing to do with you. But by night is when they try to invite you to a bed. Eddie would watch you from across the tavern. You would talk to, Joyce one of the Tavern workers.

"Boy! Entertain us!" One of the older men fussed. Eddie snapped out of his trance.

"I can tell you a story." He offered. The men grunted with approval, Eddie went to the end of the table to begin.

"There's a village not from here. The only way it's connected to land is bridges. Other than that it is completely in the water." Some of the men leaned forward. Eddie took a giant gulp of beer before continuing.

"One day, one of the boys woke up the dragon. In a nearby cave, He hollered back to the village. But they all laughed at the boy. So he put together a team to fight off the dragon. But they weren't smart, the bridges burnt down. People tried swimming to shore but drowned. The dragon now lays there on that island as a nest."

A laugh burst through the tavern. Eddie looked up to see you laughing.

"What's so funny, my lady?" He straightened up his posture. You walked towards the other end of the table placing your hands down loudly.

"Dragons are not real, my friend. But witches and werewolves are!"

Men burst with laughter but you kept your eyes on him. He kept eye contact wanting you to continue. When the laughter died down you continued with a smile.

"In England before we settled here. There were werewolf trails. Sheep and people were torn in the middle of the night!" You raised your voice before standing up all the way.

"Soon the men that were questioned for being a werewolf, started to blame the witches. They cried, 'The witch! The witch did it! I slept with her and she took my dignity?'. Thus began the witch hunt." You smiled at Eddie before walking towards the door.

"Your name?!" He called. You put a long coat on covering your skirt.

"Y/N, yours?"

"Eddie.. I plan to see you at the market tomorrow?"

"That is if you're not a werewolf." You smiled before leaving. The tavern was silent before men erupted with laughter again. They threw food at Eddie for being ridiculous. He tried to dodge it before grabbing a broom.

"You freak! You really think you could get a girl like that?!" One man yelled.

"You offer no money, No proper house!"

"Yes but your wife somehow keeps returning to my bed." Eddie smiled. The man cringed before leaving. The crowd died down leaving Eddie alone in the tavern.

After he cleaned the place he returned to his home. His uncle fast asleep in the nearby room. He softly played his lute thinking of you. Your wicked smile and how you kept eye contact with him at all times. How when the men interrupted you kept your eyes on him. He put his lute up before taking his pipe stuffing tabaco in it. He took a match lighting the end to smoke it.

All he could think of was you. The church would punish him for his thoughts. How he wants to push up your skirt. To have you, all of you. His free hand drifted towards his trousers. His bulge begging for attention, he managed to pull himself free of clothes. He gently stroke himself imagining your hand instead of his.

He wondered if you were still a virgin. If you'd gone against the church's orders before like him. Or if you were innocent and never had a man touch you in such a way. The idea of him being your first drove him wild. His hand pumped himself faster his mind going wild. He let out soft moans, he wanted you to take him. To commit adultery with him, to make you promise not to tell. Then to do it all again, calling you a filthy whore. He couldn't handle himself releasing his warm seed. He collected his breath trying to calm down his thoughts. He finished smoking before laying down thinking of you.

The morning air smelled refreshing due to the market. The herbs, foods, paints, anything someone could make. Eddie waited patiently with a sad little flower. He picked it up hoping you would like it. Now it just wilted in his hand. He spotted you by one of the stalls. You were looking at feathered ink pens. The man laughed at you shooing you away. Eddie practically ran to your aid.

"I beg your pardon?!" You fussed.

"There is no way a woman knows how to write! Now scram unless there's a real reason you're here!"

"I'll purchase it." Eddie said startling you. You looked at him, his head blocked the sun from your eyes. You gave him a small smile, "Eddie, you don't have to.".

"Don't worry about it. Here I have..." Eddie searched through his pockets. He patted down his leather vest. He pulled a necklace from his pocket.

"A necklace."

The vendor gave him a questioning look. He sighed before grabbing it, "Fine, take one, son.". Eddie gently grabbed the one you wanted before handing it to you.

"Thank you." You took it gently placing it in your saccule. You stepped away from the stall to not anger the old man. Eddie pushed his hand forward with the flower.

"I found this this morning. It reminded me of you. Well, that was before it wilted." He smiled. You took it from his hand, somehow it seemed the flower healed as you grasped it.

"It's beautiful, Eddie! I believe it's an GilliFlower." You gently placed it in your hair. You walked around to see the stalls, "Why don't I see you in the village much?" Eddie asked.

"I live in the forest by the creek. I usually have everything I need. But it gets...lonely"

"I can understand that."

He watched you buy bread and butter from one of the women. He watched you talk to people, you always seemed to charm them. You jogged to Eddie quickly, "Taste this!" You shoved a muffin in his face. He took a bite, the sweet taste filled his mouth.

"That's delicious." He groaned.

You smiled, "Yes, she gifted it to me. Why do you work at the tavern? Usually men of your age are seeking marriage and land for farming.". Eddie was silent at first, "Not that it's a bad thing! Sorry!" You quickly added.

"No! Don't apologize! I was just thinking. I guess I don't wanna follow the sheep of society." He said. You nodded, "That's why I live away from society.". You took another bite of your muffin before handing it to Eddie. He gratefully took a bite of the sweet treat.

"The sheep! The sheep!" A farm hand ran in yelling. He stood at the top of the stairs, "The sheep have been slaughtered last night!". A crowd of people quickly gathered, Eddie gently placed his hand on your back. The crowd murmured amongst themselves.

"It could've been a werewolf!" One man yelled. Some people laughed, you backed up afraid of what was going to happen.

"No! A witch! A lady told us all about it at the tavern!" The crowd was shocked. You started walking away quickly, your bag held tightly close to you.

"Wait!" Eddie called out going after you.

"I have to go!" You kept walking away from him.

"When will I see you again?"

"For your sake, Never."

Eddie grabbed your forearm dragging you to a side of a house. You attempted to yank your arm back but his grip was to tight.

"Let me go."

"Why are you leaving?"

"You tell a story and they laugh. I tell a story and I'm a witch!" You fussed. Eddie stared down at you, "Where can I find you?".

"Follow a creek! Now let me go." You struggled to get your arm back.

"Take me with you." His big brown doe eyes looked down at you. You sighed, "Fine, we must be quick.". Eddie nodded letting go of your arm, you took off heading away from the village. He steadily ran behind you, you approached the woods and he stopped. You heard the lack of footsteps and turned to look at him.

"What's wrong?"

"The church says the devil lives in these woods.." he looked at the tall trees.

"I don't believe in God. Therefore I do not fear the devil." You offered out your hand to him. He looked at you, his giant calloused hand grabbing your small soft one. You lead him through the woods, ducking and hopping over obstacles.

You stopped at the beginning of the path to your house. You looked at him, "Here it is.". There was a creek near the house, and bushes with berries. The garden bed and flowers are growing lively. You started walking towards the cottage. You took your shoes off by the front door. Eddie followed you and did the same. Once he walked in a wave of calmness washed over him.

A fireplace was gently going, a wooden table in the middle. A small kitchen area in one corner. While a seating area and bookshelf in the other.

"This is it." You presented, you started emptying your bag.

"you can stay as long as you want. You can sleep by the seating area. I have spare blankets, and if you need to wash up the creek is nice. I have a bar of soap too and some spare clothes."

"Really?" Eddie asked taking it all in.

"Of course! You're my guest." You smiled, beginning to prep a meal. Eddie looked at the collection of books in awe. These must've been from England he assumed.

"I'll go wash up."

You looked up at him, "There's soap in the washroom. I'll go get some spare clothes!". You went into a small extra room digging through an old trunk. You grabbed clothes going back to the main room.

"Here, they might be a bit big on you." You handed them over. He thanked you and went outside, he causally undressed and went into the creek with a small shiver.

Eddie knew exactly what he was doing. You would glance up through your window to see him. You tried to focus on your cooking by putting the fish over the fire. Once the meal was down you peaked out through the door.

"Um, Eddie!" You called out. He turned towards you his glistening torso facing you. His wild curls framing his face perfectly.

"Foods Ready!" You yelled before closing the door. You sat at the table trying to calm yourself down. Eddie walked in sitting at the table, his shirt unlace around his chest. You tried to keep your eyes on your plate.

"Thank you for this. It's delicious." Eddie said whole chewing his food. You nodded glancing up at him, he smiled at you once you made eye contact.

Eddie knew what he was doing.

After the meal, Eddie told you stories about mythical creatures. You sat next to him and listened. He moved his hands when he talked causing you to follow them. Your eyes grew tired and his voice was too soothing. You drifted off, "Are you asleep?" He sounded partially offended. Your eyes shot open, "Sorry!". He chuckled, "It's fine, go get some sleep. Thank you for your kindness. It's been truly wonderful.". You smiled, "Of course!", You stood up to go into your room.

"Night, Eddie."

"Goodnight. I'll be leaving early in the morning. So, I wish to see you again." He smiled.

"I hope to see you again also." You cracked your bedroom door.

Eddie laid back covering himself with a lavender blanket you lent him. The fire was still going to keep the house warm. He would look towards your room. Between the crack of the door he saw you change. You bare back towards him, he gulped watching you closely. You slid a night gown on and blew out your candle going to bed.

As he said, in the morning he was gone. The blanket he used was folded neatly. Your heart dropped hoping he would stay. You planned on returning to him.

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It's not a never.

Pairings: Eddie x fem!best friend Plus size reader

A/N: Happy Sunday loves. Here I present the final part in this series. It's a bit steamy if you ask me. So ready your naughty bits. As always thanks for reading. Please feel free to share and comment your thoughts. It really gives me a boost of dopamine that I crave. So anything is awesome. Kay love ya. Byyyyyeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A huge thank you and credit to the original posters and artists.

Word count: 3,824

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Angst, language, sexual implications, sexual situations, p&v, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex and mentions of alcohol use. Not proof read

Part 4: Right now

Summary: Time goes by. But feelings still remain.

The farewell was in fact unbearable. It hurt Eddie like hell. But what hurt the most was a year after. College life became hectic for you. Which caused letters and phone calls to lessen. 

Then the guys got a big break. It was a small record label with very little rapport. But it was one he had a good feeling about. They made a deal for one full album and a few shows to promote it. 

It was a very busy year that turned into two. Then three.

Before any of them knew it, they were playing sold out shows. 

Things were working out. His dreams were coming true. But he never forgot about that girl with the sweet little smile. Though it has been some time since he saw it. He was fortunate enough to see it again one summer night in that third year.

The band was performing at one of their favorite places one hot night. They loved it because it was on a rooftop. Where they could see most of the city.

Tonight though, Eddie could only focus on the pretty girl with the small smile he almost forgot if it weren't for the prom picture he kept in his wallet.

The second the set was over, he jumped off the stage and ran to you. Obviously dodging the groupies and fans asking for autographs.

You yelped when he embraced you. Surprised when he picked you up a little.

“ Oh shit! I can't believe this!” He said when he planted you back down. 

You giggled. “Hi Eddie.”

He leaned back a little and grinned like crazy. “ When did-” He was cut off by the rest of his buddies.

He took a few steps back to let everyone have their turn with you. To be honest he needed the minute to get over the shock of seeing you. 

One thing led to another and you guys went out for drinks then ended up back at their apartment.

The whole night you guys were hanging off each other. Loving glances were shared and every word you said sounded like a love spell to him. And that didn't end when it was just you two.

Everyone else went to bed and he wasn't tired at all. So why end the night? Who knows when he was gonna see you again.

“ Ehem. So Eddie?” You said, putting your half empty glass on the coffee table. “ How many times do I have to squeeze your thigh to get you to kiss me?”

He laughed nervously.

You gave him a sexy sly grin. “ Common I've been flirting with you all night.”

He cleared his throat and smirked while you moved closer to him. It was true. You were flirting. He was too. And he shouldn't have. 

You reached up to move his bangs to the side. After you rested your hand much closer to his genitals. 

He quickly put a hand on yours. Just in case you decided to touch him further. “ Ummm…” he mumbled and met your beautiful eyes.

If things were different, he wouldn't question a damn thing and take you right here and now. Maybe even on the floor and the kitchen counter. Definitely fuck you in the shower and again on his bed. But he couldn't.

He exhaled. “ I'm kinda seeing someone.”

You practically jumped back. Pulling your hand away in the process. He could see how red you were getting from embarrassment.

“ Crap! Ed- I'm…uhhhh I'm sorry. I should go.”

You stood up and without thinking he grabbed your arm and stood up too.

“ No! I mean. Please don't go.”

You looked at him and shook your head. “ No I should. I've embarrassed myself enough for a lifetime.”

You tried to go but he gently pulled you back and cupped the sides of your face. 

“ Common kid. Don't be embarrassed. I was flirting too.” He hung his head a little. “ I shouldn't have but…it's you.”

He felt your warm soft hands on his. Making him meet your eyes. 

“ Eddie I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come and -”

“ No. You did nothing wrong. It was me. I should've said I was seeing someone sooner…but seriously, don't go. I-I've missed you…So fuckin much.”

You bit your lip and nodded. “ Okay. But you have to sit on the other side of the couch.”

He dropped his hands and held onto yours. “ Yeah, or I'm gonna have to make a phone call and become single.”

Your eyes widened. “ I'm flattered, but probably don't do that.”

You both grinned at one another before returning to the couch. Talking until the sun came up.

For Eddie it was heartbreaking saying goodbye to you that next morning. You were still that funny, sweet, affectionate girl from highschool. You were still the person he could talk to for hours without a care in the world. And he remembered the love that he still had for you. 

What he learned last night was that you were so busy with school that you didn't have time to date. He also found out that college was much harder than you thought it was gonna be. So hard that you changed your major twice.

Eventually, you found something you really saw yourself doing. Career wise that is. And he was happy for you. Just like how you were happy for him and the guys. 

Still, there was still something between you two. Something he wished he could explore. Something that just flowed with you. It was as if you guys picked up from where you left off.

It irked him. It bothered him so much that he actually opened up to his girlfriend about it. 

At first she was quiet, then she got pissed. Eventually, she calmed down and broke up with him. And to be honest it didn't really affect him that much. Sure he liked her. She was fun to be around. But after talking to you, he realized he never had a decent conversation with her. It was just partying and sex mostly. 

It wasn't her fault though. It was him. He never cared to open up to anyone besides his friends. Maybe it was because he thought no one would understand or get him. Get his quirks or quips. They probably wouldn't get his music tastes or like his nerdy side. Or maybe he didn't want anyone to. Perhaps it was because he still had hope for you. Hope that was instilled in him over the best pancakes in the world.

Either way it would be another 4 years until he would see you again.

…

Jeff was getting married. To Connie, in Hawkins. Everyone was invited and Eddie, Gareth and Grant were his groomsmen. They were all his best men cuz he couldn't choose one. 

Which was such a grueling task. Helping with the wedding and planning a bachelor party took up a lot of time. 

But besides all that, Eddie was looking forward to seeing one guest. One very important guest. The pretty girl he's been corresponding to for the past four years. 

He got in touch after you left New York. And kept up contact. He didn't want to disconnect again. Lose you again.

Though nothing was ever said about getting together, he anticipated that after the wedding he was gonna leave with you. Finally getting to that right now you had mentioned seven years ago.

-

He was near the entrance of the church, saying his hellos with the rest of the wedding party when he saw you. 

Everything around him seemed to slow down as you exited the car and fixed your royal blue dress. You looked around and smiled at the people you knew. Then you went to help your mom out of the car. 

He absolutely could not look away. You were a knockout. Absolutely gorgeous. 

What were the chances he could sneak you out of the party and make love somewhere? Maybe he could convince you to leave early. 

He suddenly felt a jab in the ribs. 

“ Ouch! What the fu-” he groaned as he looked at Gareth who was nodding towards Jeff's grandma. “ Oh right!” He uttered, holding out his elbow for her. “ Hello there young lady, I am to escort you to your VIP spot.”

She hit him with an ohh you and took his arm. He looked back to see if he could catch your eye. But it wasn't until the ceremony that he did. 

With a big smile you lifted your hand. Giving him a little wave. He smirked and looked down. Continuing down the aisle. 

Damn! He thought. He really wanted you to be a part of the wedding party.

Originally you were, but you had just started a new job and couldn't get away for rehearsals or any planning. So you opted to only be a guest. Which sucked for him because now he had to look at the happy couple instead of staring at you.

Once he got to the altar he met your gaze again. He knew he must look crazy grinning the way he was. But he didn't care. The girl he was in love with was in the same town, at the same place he was. And he was gonna make sure he left with you.

-

The vows and I do’s were said and the pastor gave the bride and groom the go ahead for a kiss. 

Eddie looked over at you and you had tears of joy falling from your eyes. He pulled out his  handkerchief and took a few steps towards you. Asking for the person sitting in front of you to hand it off. 

You blushed and wiped the tears away while he went back to his spot. Gareth nudged him, but he didn't care. He had to make sure you were good. 

At this point he would do anything for you. He would give anything to be with you. He'd say anything and everything he could just to see you smile. And for a second he pictured what his life would be like with you.

Applause broke out and he clapped along as Jeff and Connie walked back down the aisle together. Once they were at the end, the guys and bridesmaids followed. 

He looked at you again and you were talking to your dad. However, you met his eyes as he passed and mouthed a thank you. 

He nodded and planned on circling back around so that he could get to you. Unfortunately, he had to go in the limo as soon as they walked out. 

Apparently word mysteriously got out that Jeff was getting married. So there were paparazzi and a handful of fans waiting outside the chapel. 

It was a good thing that they had security on standby just in case this happened. 

Everyone was escorted into the car and rushed off.

Jeff was pissed but Connie calmed him down. Saying that to not let it ruin their day. 

Eddie smiled to himself. He was happy for his friend. Jeff had found the girl he was meant to be with. Even with the band getting bigger and the crazy schedules. One of his best friends got to spend the rest of his life with someone who calmed him. Who accepted him for all that he is and truly made him happy. 

Eddie was a little envious of it. Still, he was completely overjoyed for his buddy. 

He wanted that. More than anything, he wanted you. So it was his prerogative to be with you.

-

Everyone had to show their invitations to get into the dance hall. But once in, the music was going and drinks were being served. 

Eddie waited patiently by the door. Nearly jumping up and down. Excited to finally get to talk to you. 

While giving security your invitation you locked eyes with him and smiled from ear to ear. 

You looked away for a second then followed your parents in. 

He said hello to everyone as they made their way down the line to the newly Weds. Finally it was your dad's turn. They shook hands and your mom was next.

“ Why hello there, gorgeous. You are a vision.”

Victoria blushed and gave him a playful smack. “ Stop it.”

He laughed and gave her a hug. 

At last, it was your turn. 

“ Hi Eddie.”

He stood there with his lips together and an eyebrow raised. Giving you his flirtatious smile. “ Hi baby.”

You tilted your head to the side and raised both brows. “ Baby?”

He beamed at you and grabbed your hand. Pulling you closer to him. “ Yeah. You're my baby girl now.” 

Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a long warm hug. Rocking you from side to side. Making you laugh.

Grant cleared his throat. “ Alright Munson, you're holding up the line.”

You pulled away but he didn't want to let you go. He gave your hand one last squeeze before releasing it. His eyes never left you as you finally made it down to Jeff and Connie. 

He smiled as you took Connie's hand and twirled her around. Clearly admiring how beautiful she looked in her gown. Then you gave her hug. Moving on to the groom. He chuckled seeing you and Jeff do your nerdy handshake before hugging.

Afterwards, everyone sat down to eat. Eddie of course didn't want to sit with the rest of the party. Not while you were just a few feet away. He grabbed his plate and his beer and went to sit next to you. 

“ Eddie…Connie's is gonna kill you.” You warned.

He looked up at the head table and saw Jeff and Connie just enamored with each other. Not really paying attention to anything or anyone else but each other for that matter.

He put a hand on the back of your chair and scooted closer. “ I don't think they care.”

He watched you as you glanced at your friends and smiled.

“ Awww I love them.”

He reached up and moved your hair behind your shoulder. Causing you to look at him. “ Want to get out of here?”

You jerked your head back. “ Dude! It's our best friend's wedding.”

-

As the night progressed you guys were practically inseparable. You danced, drank, and talked. It was as if nothing had changed between you two. He made you laugh and you made him nervous. 

It felt right.

Even the approving nods he got from his friends and family assured him this was it. He could do this with you. 

Your parents were about ready to leave a couple hours later and you along with them. What could he do to get you to stay?

“ I-I can get you a ride home later if you want.” He offered.

You shook your head. “ No, I have some work to do so I better get going.”

He frowned. “ But we hardly got to hang out.”

You looked down, clearly to him, trying to think of something. When he came up with something first.

“ I uhh I should probably try and find a hotel for tonight.”

You met his eyes with yours. “ Why?”

He nudged his head towards the door. Where there were paparazzi hanging out with cameras at the ready. “ I was gonna stay with my uncle, but I don't want those guys to bother him.”

“O-oh… ummm well you know my parents still have the pull out in the basement. I could...if you want, I could sneak you out? But what about everyone else?”

He shrugged. To hell with them for the night. “ They're adults, they can figure out something I'm sure.”

You softly laughed. “ Alright. How about you go out the service entrance and we’ll circle around for you?”

He smirked. “ Let's go.”

-

He was laying there in his boxers trying to figure out how to sneak past your parents room and get into your bedroom. Sure it was probably a stupid idea to try and have sex while your parents were across the hall. However he needed you. He craved your lips, and your warmth. He wanted your body next to his.

So he decided to grab something to drink, then see if your parents had gone to bed.

What he found was even better. 

You were in the kitchen grabbing a Popsicle. Wearing nothing but a long shirt and tube socks.

When you turned around you jumped. “ Eddie!” You half whispered. 

He grinned. “ Sorry baby. Was thirsty.”

He went for a glass to pour himself some tap water. Paying attention to your movements. You had gone to sit at the table and started sucking on the ice cream. All the while reading a manuscript. 

He gulped down his drink and went to sit next to you. Pulling the chair as close to you as possible. 

You did your best to ignore him and his advances. But the way he played with your hair made you shift closer to him. 

You had gotten so overcome by his light touch on your thigh that you squeezed your legs shut. You then flipped the page you were working on and licked the Popsicle that was melting all over your hand. Some of the sweet syrup dripped down your chin. And before you could wipe it away he grabbed your hand with one arm and lightly held your chin between his index finger and thumb with the other. He then licked a fat strip from the underside of your chin up to your bottom lip.

He smirked to himself hearing your breath hitch. He had you right where he wanted. 

He stood up and grabbed your hand. Stealing your sweet treat and finishing it off before leading you down to the basement. Of course locking the door behind you. 

When he got you on the bed, he finally took that kiss he'd been dying for all day and everyday for the past seven years

Wet and needy. Tongues dancing together. Exploring tenaciously. With hands doing the same.

He started needing your breast and was surprised by something hard. Curious, he went under the shirt and felt two small metal balls on either side of your hardened nipple. 

He groaned against your lips. “ Fuck baby. I like this.”

You laughed softly and whispered. “ I knew you would.”

He grinned while he played with your piercing. After a bit he kissed his way down your body until he reached your underwear. But instead of taking them off. He moved the damp cloth to the side and spread you a part. 

He was addicted as soon as his tongue touched you. The sweet, sweet nectar that poured from you drove him mindless. But even more so feeling your hand get lost in his curls as the other covered your mouth. Trying to conceal your pleasure.

He stared up at you, enjoying your contorted face as he sucked and licked and swallowed like there was no tomorrow. 

Then he added fingers. Doing a come hither motion. Wasn't long after that. Your body trembled as an orgasm hit. Your pussy throbbed around his fingers. Coating them generously with your wetness.

He waited patiently for you to come down before climbing back up your body and crashing his lips into yours. And when he did you sucked in his bottom lip. Causing him to push his hardened length against your soaked undergarments.

You pushed him up off of you and got on your knees before him. He watched in awe as you wrapped your hair up and freed his cock from its cotton prison.

You teased him at first. Giving his head little kitten licks and kisses. It was maddening. Feeling your slick tongue swirl around the tip before retreating back into your mouth. 

“ Baby please!” He begged.

You looked up with darkened eyes and a less than angelic smile. “ Shhh. You have to be quiet.”

He pouted. Pleading you with his eyes. 

Then you did it. You took the whole damn thing. Making him reach for the back of your head and lifting his hips to go deeper. 

The hum in your throat had his eyes rolling back and toes curled until they hurt. 

A few seconds passed by and he felt your throat close around him as you started to choke. He loosened his grip and let you back off. 

He opened his eyes and focused on you. Watching you catch your breath before taking him in again. This time not so deep. Adding your hand into the mix. 

It was fucking amazing. Every slurp, every gag, every teasing lick around his balls nearly had him cumming. Even more so when you forced him in every once every other stroke. Building up his confidence and his orgasm.

“ Sh-shit baby…got-gotta stop.” 

You let him go with a small pop and had a concerned look in your eyes.“ Everything okay?”

He licked his lips and swallowed. “ Yeah. Fuckin perfect. Just don't wanna cum yet.”

He leaned forward and pulled you into a kiss while helping you up. 

You stood before him and used his shoulders for balance as he peeled off your panties. 

Once they were at your feet you kicked them off and straddled him. Slowly lowering yourself on his shaft. 

Your mouth fell open and your eyes screwed shut and his tip pushed through. 

“ OH MY GOD!” He moaned. 

Your warm tight pussy clinged to him. Hugging him like no other has before. Feeling you flutter around him as you rocked back and forth had him focusing on not cumming. 

He buried his face in your bosom and concentrated on his target. That one special spot that made you cry out his name. That spot that not only drove you over the edge but made him see heaven.

Sure enough he found it. But at this angle he couldn't touch it as much and he wanted to. 

So he wrapped his arms around you and held on tightly as he flipped you over on your back. 

You giggled in the process and stole a kiss and he repositioned himself. When he looked at you, you were grinning up at him.

“ Oh Eddie. So serious.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and rammed himself in. Earning that yelp/ moan. He reached up to cover your mouth as he plowed into you.

“ This. Is. Serious.” He grunted. 

Your eyes got lost in the back of your head as he thrusted hard and steady. Your moans turning into whimpers and sighs as he fucks you into the bed.

And within moments your body and his reacted to the immense pleasure. 

The climax washed over you like a wave of ecstasy.

Once it passes, he rested his forehead on yours panting with you. Letting his hand fall away from your mouth. 

“ I've missed you so much.” He whispered.

You nodded in agreement that he was also missed. 

He kissed your forehead. “ I'll go find something to clean you up.”

He then pulled out slowly and put on his bottoms.

When he came back he had a warm washcloth with him. He gently cleaned between your legs then himself before pulling you to lay in his arms.

You had started tracing his tattoos. Making him smile.

That's when he found himself writing something on your arm.

‘Marry-me-yeah?’

You sighed lightly and snuggled closer to him. Tracing your answer on his chest.

‘Okay’

He raised his head to look at you. " Yeah?"

You nodded. " On one condition...You have to break the news to Grant."

Eddie threw his head back into the pillow and smacked his forehead. " Shit! He's gonna kill me."

You giggled. " Yup."

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[exilynn]

So that was the illustrations and things that they were talking about, in case you have any doubts:

i love they interaction and how it switches to something chaotic in seconds, its so Eddlyn

<YOU can read The fic in Wattpad

There are two versions: The original is pt-br, And other is in English

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[hoeforbarnes]

I feel like as a community, we don’t talk about the idea that Eddie would most DEFINITELY have comic book/nerdy boxers/briefs nearly as often as we should.

Like, I just imagine, y’all are at a party and find an empty room right, things are getting frisky and you being the loving partner you are, decide to go down on him. He’s leaning back on his hands looking down at you in the sexy fucking way we all know he would, just completely lost in the idea that someone as fine as you would even be in this situation with him in the first place. In fact, he would be so lost in that idea, that he would forget about the wizard and dragon printed briefs that hid under his jeans.

“Oh, wait, babe no-“

“Ooo, what are these?” You say as you inspect the fire breathing creatures currently inhabiting your boyfriend’s pants.

“I- I didn’t think we’d be doing anything today, I just put on the first pair of briefs I found, I’m sorry, you probably think they’re so stupid-“

“I think they’re cute.” His brows furrow.

“You..you do?”

“Mmhm” you hum, giggling slightly. “In fact..I think I’m even more attracted to you, weirdly.”

And he would just look at you with the biggest eyes ever, shocked that you didn’t laugh in his face the moment you made eye contact with the warriors and mages covering his thighs. Man would probably want to marry you on the spot after that. (Btw he would most definitely rail the shit out of you in return). Dhjsjsjshsdh ok I’m done rambling byee.

[punk-in-docs]

🕷Head Over Heels🕷

Eddie Munson x Reader, One Shot

7.6k Words.

Summary: “Actually, I uh, I think we might have some new stuff, in the back.”

Eddies stunning grin gets your knees trembling weak.

“Might?” His resulting grin absolutely melts you. Oh that playful tone of his dropped right into your panties and got you good.

“Definitely. No we, definitely, have some new stuff in the back.” You decide quickly. You nod and laugh at your own dense stupidity.

Or;

The one where Eddie comes to visit you at the record store where you work. You end up making out in the storage room.

Anyone who stepped inside Nirvana Records could definitely attest to one very salient thing; it sure had texture.

An independently run store wedged between the parade of mom-and-pop businesses on Franklin Boulevard. As soon as the creaking door was shoved open, the atmosphere of this place seeped out to the doormat like water.

Tacky warm plastic of cassettes and musty paper from old vinyl sleeves smack like a wall as you come in. You couldn’t escape it.

It was decidedly more gross before you started working here, and you helped Sal tidy up this hole, dragging the place into the 1980’s.

It used to smell like an armpit that had smoked a dozen stale cigarettes. Draped in orange and seventies decor, with crappy sharp patchouli incense burning away in an ashtray, and hippy acid swirled Peace-Love posters poorly slapped all over the walls. A sad display of second hand tattered vinyl’s limp on the racks

You don’t know how you got the grouchy bastard to update, but somehow the fact that he made more money off the ‘new wave shit’ seemed to slowly evolve his mind.

You spent many a painful Saturday in here sorting and cataloguing genres, and desperately phoning around music wholesalers out of state. Finding entire armfuls of posters of Elvis, The Kinks, or the Beatles for pennies at the dollar store to just liven up the bullseye-red walls.

You’ve put your touch to this place. There’s no doubt about it. In the gold twinkle lights you tacked around the counter and some strung across the ceilings or along the backs of the racks.

The heartthrob red paint to pack a punch beating off every wall. The blue neon light sign of the store name you made him shell out for behind the till. It’s a bohemian space full of old layered rugs and vintage posters and it lends itself well to such a lived in feel now a bit of effort and time has been spent on it.

Music is eternally threaded through the air from the stereo sat by the till counter. Guitars of all shapes and sizes line the walls for sale. Acoustic, electric, and - much to your shame - some banjos too. Though thankfully you’ve never sold one.

There’s cassettes in the front. Vinyl in the back. The place isn’t huge and it’s rammed with narrow aisles of so much choice. Current music posters and vinyl’s fight for space up on the walls. Bruce Springsteen, Metallica, Wham!, Madonna and Bowie. The place is wall to wall sound.

When you duck into the place on Tuesday the sun is warm on the back of your neck, sweat skating down your skin, as the bell hooked over the door tinkled all bright with your arrival. Not that it did much to announce you to your boss. You clutch your car keys in your hand and wind through the aisles.

You’re not at all surprised by the deafening waterfall-fluid riff of Hendrix, and his psychedelic Red House filling up the air. You take your bag off your shoulder and head for the till.

You round the counter and your boss is to be found in his usual spot. Lanky frame all bones and sharp knees, swallowed up into the sagging leather chair squared onto a matted old wine-red flowery rug, just out of sight behind the counter.

He’s sat there being his usual slothful self in a silvery cloud of camel smoke. Inspecting the B side of a Jethro Tull.

He looked like a Fleetwood Mac roadie had a collision a Carnaby street throwback.

One leg bent onto the other. Those ridiculous Cuban heel boots on as per. Acid washed jeans, his rusty suede fringed jacket, and a faded Rolling Stones red lips tee hanging off his torso. Peace sign pendant sat on his craggy sternum over the shirt.

His usual blue and grey tie dye bandana pasted his stringy grey hair back from his forehead. Blue round-rim John Lennon glasses always perched on his aquiline nose. Cig burning low, stuck stubby between his lips.

He barely flicked his eyes to you as you came in. So used to your presence here, it was second nature. Never mind the fact this old hippy moved so slowly sometimes you think he was at serious risk of growing moss.

The smoke-grey record store cat, Ziggy, sat like the fat little lump she was on the counter. Getting fur all over a stack of vinyls. She flicked her yellow eyes across to you and twitched her tail as you stroked her head. She often sat stretched across the racks or tables. Fell asleep on the vinyls until someone had to nudge her aside in order to take a look.

You place your bag under the shelf at the bottom, wincing at the volume he has the stereo turned too.

“Are you trying to damage what little scrap of hearing you have left?” You ask him over the reduced din.

He acts like you hadn’t even spoken. Not maliciously. You could never be entirely certain what sunk in with him. It was 50/50 he was even listening. He dropped so much acid in the 60’s you’re amazed he’s still coherent at all.

“There was no one like Hendrix playing live, man, nothing.” He plucks his cigarette out his mouth and gestures towards you. Stating a point of fact. Speaking through smoke. “No one held the crowd like he could. He could transport you-“

That was his odd sort of way of saying hello. Bounce straight into a conversation about music. No niceties, no nothing. It usually ended up in you both taking unsubtle potshots at each other.

“Voodoo Child is better.” You argue back as you pick up the hefty box for restocking. Sal doesn’t bother with it. You turn your back and walk through the stacks. Thumbing through the new stuff. Little Walter, The Who, Rick James, The Zombies. Some Nina Simone blues.

“You’re a little late by the way.” He called at you. Now abandoned the album and nose deep into one of his obscure folk music magazines. Something about Woody Guthrie. He wasn’t partially paying attention.

“Class ran over.” You offer back. Slotting the blues albums into their alphabetised spaces. Neatening what had been messed up yesterday.

You weren’t gonna blab to Sal that the reason you were late it cause you hared it at such an illegal speed home.

Or, that it took you a clammy filled half hour after a shower rushing around like a mental patient, trying to choose what to wear in an attempt to appear effortless but totally cool. You didn’t want to dress for someone else, but you had to admit you weren’t sure your usual thrown-this-on look would be appealing to the eye.

You ended up on your boot cut jeans and green sneakers. You slick perfume on your wrists and behind your ears. A honey yellow bottle of scent Mom bought you back from her trip to Spain once.

You settled finally on a cute and fairly clingy violet ribbed sweater that was actually your mom’s too. You scooped your hair back again. Into a claw clip and had to rush out the door to make it here on time.

Linda almost tore your meniscus in your knee the way she nudged you to stop the nervous bouncing of your leg under the table in class this afternoon. Last period.

Jesus Christ, you’re so wired and twitchy today. What’s up your ass?

I swear there’s like, a jar of rat poison or snake venom where your heart should be.

She then bit your head off for the way your pencil eraser was tap-tap-tapping against your books as you kept your eyes glued to the clock hands in the classroom.

“You done something different with your hair, kid?” He calls through the store to you. His eyes still turned towards the mag.

You stop in your tracks. Turn back to him with the stack in your arms. You fidget a little. “Just-trying something out.” You blush.

You didn’t realise it was that obvious that you’d dressed up for your sort-of-not-really-a-date.

Sal peers at you over his blue specs. Knowing grey eyes piercing deep into you. You feel like you’ve been busted. Goddamn the guy.

He barely notices when you walk into a room and say his name ten times, voice migrating into a shout. But he’s a human fucking bloodhound for sniffing out when something minutely small about you has changed even slightly. It’s uncanny and as wildly strange as the rest of him.

You’re not in your paint scuffed jeans or your usual dressed down tees and plaid. Tonight, dare he say it, you look -altered. Dressing up all prettier than you usually do. Tight top. Ass hugging jeans.

“For a boy?” He asks. No hint of shame in his tone. He doesn’t even look phased by the fact.

You flounder in knowing how to answer.

“Or is it a girl? That’s cool too, man.” He states easily.

Glossing over the fact Sal would be totally cool with the fact you could come out as gay, you answer him with the actual truth.

“Maybe there’s a guy.” You answer.

One thin grey brow hooks up his forehead. Encouraged you on.

“He might be coming by tonight.” You offer trying to sound casual about it. You do hope Eddie will be swinging by. He’s theatric and manic, sure, but you hope he’s the type to stick to a arrangement when he’s made one. You pray he doesn’t flake cause that will be a huge downer for your night that’s got you so edgily excited.

“A guy?” He checks.

“A guy.” You repeat.

“A guy.” He nods. Getting the point. 

There’s a beat of silence. He nods and makes an impressed face. Looking down at the magazine flopped open in his hands. He drags his cigarette slowly. Shakes flecks of ash off the glossy pages.

“I thought you hated all the guys at your school?”

“I do.” You say as you slot the Police cassette back to its rightful place in the P’s. Moving Queen’s ‘The Game’ out the way.

“You’re always going on about that Laura friend of yours and her idiot jockstrap.” He sniffs as he reads.

“Linda.” You correct. He was terrible with names. He’d taken three years to learn yours. And even now he still called you kid, or man.

“… and that every boy at your school is plucked straight from a JC Penny catalogue of unoriginal bullshit.” He quoted you directly.

“They are.” You smile at your own little quip of all those boring guys at your school. The ones who followed norms and never dared do to think or do anything different.

“What’s this kid like then?” He asks.

You think how best to sum up Eddie. You see him in your minds eye. Smiling that stunning grin at you across the school lot yesterday. The way that made your skin prickle with fiery heat.

Flickering smell of smoke caught in his dark jacket. Sunk into his shirt. The bourbon eyes that dipped right into yours and left you stunned drunk. The wannabe Mark Bolan hair falling in gentle waves around his face. The way he didn’t let Linda’s bitch attitude phase him for even one second. Her nastiness slipped off his leather jacket like oil slick. Wrapped his hair around his finger and went all squirly as he flirted with you.

“He is sweet. And different. And anything but boring.” You told Sal.

You don’t even dare turn and look at him cause you know you’ll blush even just talking about the boy you’re mad about. You idly pick at an Ella Fitzgerald tape.

Sal made a ‘mmmm’ noise of mild interest.

You snag a tape before walking back over to the counter. Alice Cooper. You punch Sals crap out the stereo, and replace it with that one. Steady rock pumps out and Alice’s sneering and enlivened vocals start to growl through the speakers. You loved his stage presence. The gothy dripping black eyes and the way he snarled the vocals along to guitar.

“Anyway why are you taking such an interest in my nonexistent love life?” You ask him.

You lean your elbows on it as you talked to him. The bell shrills as a couple people step inside. You turn your head and smile at them. Saying hello. Leaving them to browse.

He shrugs at your question. “Just curious.”

You make a face at him that he doesn’t turn to see.

“Don’t go thinking you can use my store room in the back for having sex. Those shelves won’t hold your weight. Trust me, I’ve been there.”

To say you winced was a massive outcry of an understatement.

“Jesus, Sal.” You lob a King Crimson cassette at him that he lets thud off his shoulder and to the couch cushion beside him. He doesn’t even acknowledge it. His reactions to stimulus weren’t the same for other normal people from this solar system.

More disturbing was the fact you didn’t want to even picture the type of person to try a sexual liaison with the bag of dusty bones in a stones t-shirt sat before you. You blink the thought away very quickly.

“And remember to tell your guy pulling out doesn’t work. Wrap it before you tap it kid. Safe sex ain’t no joke.” He warns.

You turn the stereo up. Right up. Anything but a lecture on safe sex from your boss. You shake your head at him. No no no.

“If you don’t shut up, Sal, I’m putting Richard Hell and the Voidoids on again.”

“Fucking hell.” He mumbles.

His tolerance for listening to anything Punk was about as short as yours was for his penchant of playing Joan Baez for hours and hours. You once had to stick your fingers in your ears and decried that you were going to phone social services.

You may punish him later and shove a bit of the Clash in the stereo. Just to make him pay.

The rest of your shift swings by without a hitch. The usual rounds of drudgery.

You help people out who come in looking for some specifics. Some very blood pressure raising enquires to deal with. Including a very safe looking middle aged woman in a cardigan and chunky gold earrings.

I don’t remember the name of the album. But it has a blue cover. Does that help?

You should ask Sal for a pay rise for your more than generous habit of not socking these people in the face.

 You eventually help that woman find what’s she’s looking for. Ring up a Bing Crosby album for her and tried not to react too much when she said it was the best thing she’d ever heard.

Helped another kid find a few good cassettes. He wasn’t sure what to like. You steer him towards Blondie and some okay hits of The Police, and get him to stay away from Duran Duran. You also manage to convince him that T.Rex is actually pretty awesome too.

You play him a bit on the stereo and watch his face light up listening to it. You turn it up loud loud loud for him and laugh kindly when his eyes almost bug out his head.

You love to think that the Children of the Revolution will be blasting through his bedroom and pissing off his parents for weeks.

He eagerly buys all of your suggestions. You throw in the T.Rex for free.

A group of kids from your school come in too. Two sophomore cheerleaders and their inane boyfriends trailing behind them. They come in and immediately gawk at the decor and make fun of apparently everything about it, and you, for the mere fact you worked here.

You growl to yourself under your breath as they scan around all smug and snobby through the aisles.

You pay no attention to their snide remarks and carry on flicking through the out of date music magazines Sal kept cluttered around the place. You slam some Siouxsie and the Banshees into the stereo and let Cities in Dust bathe away some of your sourness from their presence.

You lean over the counter and resume your place in the magazine. Slowly swerving your jaw chewing your pink gum.

“Excuse me?” Comes a whiny voice across the counter at you. A cheerleader trills at you like Tweetie Pie with a too slick lipgloss smile.

“Do you work here?” She asks like it’s something amusing. She probably spends her time filing her nails at whatever beauty department store counter she worked at. Playing with lipsticks and nail polish, gossiping with her friend on the phone rather than helping anyone.

“It’s why I’m this side of the counter.” You grin nicely. Exposing too much teeth. You try and keep your tone neutral but you just knowyou don’t quite make it.

She scoffs at you with a sickly expression. “I’m looking for some party music.” She tells you like that should be obvious. Blinking her lashes at you.

You roll your gum on your tongue. Teeth gritting. “You’re in the right place then.” You flip your magazine closed. Rest your chipped nail polish on the paper.

“Do you even have any Madonna?” She dug at you like you’d decided to leave your brain at home when you clocked on.

You take a breath. Inhale slow and steady. You’d kill to steal one of Sal’s cigarettes right about now.

“We’re a record store. We have pretty much everything.” You state.

“Madonna?” She asked again. Louder.

“Funnily enough it’s under the section labelled M.” You harp back with the same amount of detriment she threw at you. You nod towards the section where they’d find what they’re after.

“If you can’t find it, just do a high kick or wave some pom-poms at me. I’ll come running.” You assure her. You narrow your eyes just a little.

Her mouth drops open. She flips her perfectly highlighted hair over one shoulder and her friend glares daggers. You hear her bite out the word ‘Bitch’ as she goes in search of her terrible make-out music.

You chew your gum and round the desk after flipping your magazine shut. Let Sal serve them you’re done dealing with drippy cheer girls from your school.

“Cyndi Lauper is under C in case you get confused.” You breathe out as you wander to the back with a box of tapes that needed sorting. The needle eyes she shoots your way let’s you know you didn’t say it as quietly as you’d intended.

Fuck them. You’d offer them civility if they had any intention of talking to you like a damn human being. As it was, you were fine with being acidic.

You nudge Sal as you walk past the couch where he sat. “Sal. Customers. Your turn.” He makes a waving with his cigarette. A sort of ‘fine’ expression taking over his face.

He kills your Siouxsie tape and puts on Stairway to Heaven instead. You call through and tell him how rude that is.

You hide in amongst the vinyls whilst those guys from your school finish browsing. Like hell are you serving them. You hope Sal overcharges them for their tacky make out music.

You sigh as you shuffle the Vinyl and their sleeves into the places they belong. Flipping them forwards to slot behind. Balancing the heavy box on your hip. You hear the bell on the door shrill again. Over the sound of Led thrumming through the shop.

A burst of energy suddenly blazes your way.

Your curly maned metal head is throwing his arms across the rack your stood in front of. Leaning over from the other side. Twirling a vinyl in his hands. Big grin beaming at you. You can never tell which way the crazy Munson storm is coming from.

“Pardon me ma’am. Do you happen to know where I could find some truly terrible music? Really? I’m after some awful stuff, and I will need your guidance as an avid music expert.”

You smile. Whole body prickling with warmth and blushy awareness now that he was here.

He hadn’t dared to forget you. How could he forget his pencils?

You look to the front and see that same gaggle of guys from before at the front. The cheerleaders and their boyfriends side eyeing you like you’re a bunch of freaks, who belong together.

What’s amazing is how little you care.

Naturally you play along. “Of course, sir. There’s Donny Osmond and Musical Youth up the front there for you.” You nod forwards to the cassettes.

“Such great service.” He kisses his fingers like he’s tasted something sublime.

He peeks over and his curly hair drags down as he puts the vinyl in its proper place. Goes back to standing with his elbows leaning on the rack. The zips clack on his sleeves. You only just notice he’s attempted to mend the zipper on one side with three chains.

“Any other terrible music I can point your way? How about some Genesis?” You encourage. You reach across and nudge his elbow with the Vinyl of The Ronettes that you slip down. Your touch makes him smile wider.

“I’m all ears.” He tilts his head at you.

The stereo shifts behind you and you hear the too far familiar psych rock again. You turn back to Sal whose back on his slumped couch. He put Red house back on. “Not again?”

“It gets better the more you hear it.” Sal defends loudly.

Eddie pipes up. Really the boy is too sweet. “Nothing wrong with a little Hendrix. Bit too hippy hazy compared to the stuff I like, but the guy sure could play the shit out his Stratocaster-“

“Wait? This is the kid?” Sal asks. Another lit cigarette held between two fingers.

“He’s a metal head?”

“Shut up.” You chirp nicely. Aimed at your boss but you’re not looking at him. You’re looking at Eddie.

Eddies brows shoot up into his unruly bangs. A giddy smile suddenly curls.

“You’ve been talking about me, pencils? I am flattered.”

“Ignore the crusty old hippy.” You twirled a finger around your temple.

“Fried his braincells with too much acid in the 60’s. Doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“You soooo talked about me.” Eddie teases. Stopping to check out a W.A.S.P vinyl as he slipped past.

He smiles and cooed at Ziggy who’d hopped up near the vinyls to snooze. He chucks a finger under her chin and strokes her for a second.

You saunter back to the counter and place the box in front of Sal as you walk past. He picks through it with his cig hanging out his lips.

Clearly you’ve got a very personal-slash-hate relationship with your boss. There’s something he likes a lot about seeing your wit and sarcasm shine through.

He also absolutely caught the sway of your hips and ass in those blue denim jeans. If he said he didn’t stare for a hot second, he’d be lying. He swallows and rounds the counter as you come opposite. Snatching Sal’s Hendrix tape out, replacing it with Richard Hell and the Voidoids.

Sal scowls over at you. “You know what you did.” You held out. Let him stew in your gritty 1976 tapes.

“Punk huh?” Eddie smirks at you as he leans over the counter. “Never would’ve expected such an anti-establishment streak from you.” He shakes his head in a funny way that makes his hair sway.

“Comes with the territory of being on track for Art at indie state.” You shrug simply. Eddie smiles at your dream.

“I little punk attitude never hurts.” He figures.

“Plus did you know this guy actually helped set up the DIY ripped fashion of punk in the 70’s at CBGB’s? And his stuff was so sophisticated and immediate compared to the later bands who were just basically a load of kids screaming out any old shit and calling it new wave. This guy actually had some permanence with his message in music.” You point at the stereo with a thumb over your shoulder.

Elbows on the counter. Eddie is opposite. Pressed against it. Hands in his leather pockets. Listening to you talk about punk with that fascinated passion lighting up your whole face. He could and he would listen to you talk for hours-

“And-I’m getting carried away.” You say. Restricting your waterfall of words. Shrinking back. Clasping your hands together on the shiny magazine cover.

“I like carried away on you.” He smiles. And you did make it look good.

“Did you still want some terrible tapes?” You ask softly. You’re right over the counter.

He starts to lean in a little too.

You wet your lips cause those fucking brown eyes are disarming up close. He’s so damn pretty.

“You did come here for some music if my memory serves.” You say.

“It does. And I did.” He nods. Leaning in and bracing his elbows near to yours. “Maybe a little metal. Anything of the Death or Thrash persuasion.” He says.

He lies though. He’s got so many tapes.

He mostly came so he’d have an excuse to see you again. Hopefully kiss you some more if he could. Though he’d settle for not. Just spending time with you. Unravel more of what you’re like, and walk you to your car after your shift is over. Leave with a gentle goodnight kiss.

This is the thing about Eddie, he’s not expecting anymore than that. He settles for less and is more than shocked when he realised you wanted to offer more.

His fingers are crawling closer to yours.

You let them.

Fingertips of his stroking your knuckles a little before slipping between your spread fingers. Cold silver metal brushing your skin to tingle. You take the initiative to tangle your hand through his.

“I know we got Iron Maiden. Megadeath. Van Halen. Def Leppard, uh, Metallica, Led Zeppelin.” You rattle off a list.

“If you haven’t listened to Alice Cooper yet, I will have to tie you down not let you leave until you’ve listened to him, like, a lot. He’s insanely…great.”

You’re rambling, cause his hand is fully holding yours now. And your brain is on the ceiling. Your heart is rammed up your throat and your stomach is somewhere sailing north of the Dakota’s.

“Not gonna let me leave huh? Sounds real ominous.” He looks awful enamoured with the idea.

“Yeah. You should be very scared. You’d have to sleep here on Sal’s couch. And I’m willing to bet there is probably a bit of unaccounted for Mexican Sativa, lost down one of the cushions.”

“That doesn’t sound like such a bad time.” He supposes gleefully.

“Would give me a chance to hang out with some beautiful shapely looking chicks over there.” He gestures towards the guitars on the wall. Red and white. One black. One tiger striped.

He bites his lip as he looks. Waggles his brows.

Ah, his other weakness. Electric guitars.

“Shall I leave you alone for a moment? Put on some Barry White? candlelight?” You tease. Poking fun.

Where you lean over even more to twirl your fingers into his, he gets a neat view of the lacy strap of your blue bra that almost makes his heart squeeze to a stop.

“What’s your employee discount again, pencils?” His tongue tips out cheekily between his grin.

“Cold. Munson. Ouch.” You laugh. You nudge his hand with yours. But most importantly, you don’t let go.

“I’m only messin.” He promises.

“Besides, If you think I’m important enough for Sal to give me a discount. You’re gonna be disappointed. But I do have my methods of bribery.” You smirk.

Whilst that is true, he does let you sneak some things by. If he sees a new tape you’d like, he lets you slip a couple in your bag if you bring in some home baked goods sometimes. A tray of mac n cheese. Or bring him a sandwich or a pizza if you’re on a late one doing stock take. Something for the bony guy to soak up the weed and beers with.

He can’t complain. At the end of the day you’re a good kid. And you don’t mess him around and you work damn hard besides that. He can see you’re on track to your college. He cuts you some slack. Occasionally slips you the odd joint with your new cassettes. It’s a classic give and take.

“I knew under that arty persona lurked the canny wiles of a temptress.” Eddie flattered you.

“Temptress?” You smile. Not often you hear words like that bandied around. Then again, this guy does have his fantasy world lingo to play with.

“Completely. Like, I know I haven’t stopped thinking about that kiss from the other night. You’ve been stuck in here, pencils.” He taps the side of his head with his free hand.

“No getting you out.” He tells you honestly. Eyes gazing into yours.

“I was worried you’d think I kissed you only cause I was drunk.” You confessed.

He tips his head at you. “Actually. I had a theory about that-“ He began. Looking devious.

“A theory he says.” You sound impressed. His thumb strokes over your knuckles.

“I think we should try it again. Y’know. With you sober this time. In the interest of conducting a fair scientific test and all that.” He offered. “Just so we’re sure.”

Ohh, smooth.

You bite your lip and consider this sweet funny guy stood the other side of the counter asking politely if he can kiss you again.

Your smile is more than enough of an answer.

You clear your throat, a tad louder than necessary, and flick a look across in Sals vague direction. You chuck your pink gum in the bin. Wouldn’t be good to choke on it.

“Actually, I uh, I think we might have some new stuff, in the back.”

Eddies stunning grin gets your knees trembling weak.

“Might?” His resulting grin absolutely melts you. Oh that playful tone of his dropped right into your panties and got you good.

“Definitely. No we, definitely, have some new stuff in the back.” You decide quickly. You nod and laugh at your own dense stupidity.

There’s a shift from the leather couch as Sal gets up and wanders to the front. The smell of cheap Patchouli incense and cigarettes wafting after him as he moved.

“No fucking on my shelves. They’re rickety as hell, they won’t hold ya.”

Eddie has the temerity to blush. You scowl at the back of Sal’s bandana.

“Won’t be a sec. Just gonna see to those tapes.” You say, again, loudly, to your wayward boss who went to the front to flick through some tapes

You move around the counter. Walking through the vinyl. You check he’s not watching. No customers in. You shove a hand into Eddie’s denim jacket and pull him along after you. He stumbled along a little in his sneakers. Ever graceful.

You weaved the narrow aisle and ducked into the side door leading to the cold shadowy back store room.

He goes wherever you lead him. It’s awful cute.

You make sure his back is pressed against the door to open it better. Your hands still on his collar. He looks at you with nervousness blended with unsure excitement.

You do what you’ve wanted to do for three days now;

You lean up on your tiptoes, cup the front of his shirt in greedy fists and press your mouth to his. A proper hungry kiss.

You knock him back to the door with the force of it, and he steadies himself and muffled a moan into your mouth - only just - hand wrapping around the back of your waist and spread up onto the small of your back. His moan sends a reactive zing right the way down your spine

He’s stunned and you can tell you caught him off guard so suddenly.

And then you just melt to each other. All honey slow and gentle. His lips are so goddamn plush. You could mouth at them for hours upon hours and not even get bored.

You smile when you feel his arm cup you closer. Hand reaching up to cradle the side of your neck like you’re something precious to him. Warm skin and cold rings.

Your kiss slowly grows hungrier. His does too, he pressed back to you just as much as you were offering your lips to him. Slowly at first, and then moving to match the rhythm you gave him. Mouths sealed together.

You walk him back and try not to stumble him into anymore boxes in the dingy dark room. Waddling back with your legs tangled amongst each other’s. Knees and thighs brushing in your jeans. His wallet chain hitting your leg with a heavy thud.

Although you fail miserably when you catch the corner of your shin on a box that shudders and jerks out behind you. Clashing plastic clattering around as the box splits from the other side.

Eddie breaks away. Possibly to breathe, but more to check you’re alright. His lips are adorably kiss-pink.

“Shit, you ok?“ He breathes in a whisper. Chest hitching. His eyes are so round and wide. Trying to see the mess you made in the dark.

You’re addicted. He tastes like too sharp cigarettes and something tacky cherry sweet. More.

“Doesn’t matter.” You sigh quickly. Shake your head. Dazed and smiling so so so wide Eddie feels like it splits his soft heart open like a ripe mushy fruit.

You tug him to you. Close as you can possibly get. Kiss drunk. Reel him right in. So that in this stuffy closet, you’re up against the infamous shelves, it’s harsh edge digging into the middle of your back. Against the back of your head. But you don’t care.

So worth it.

He somehow noticed. Snuck his hand around the back of your nape. Cupped your head to hold you closer, made sure it didn’t hurt you.

He looks at you for a moment. You pant heavily against each other’s lips. Eyes flicking over each other’s faces. Cheeks glaring pink.

He makes the move this time. And it’s so explorative, but tentative.

His kiss numbs out the rest of the world beyond that door. The music. Sal. All of it. He leans in and you cup the back of his hair. Surrounded by the feel of him and never wanting to give it up.

Eddies other hand slithers impatiently around your back again. Needed the tactile touch of you. That little silky dip in the small of your back. Tasting the fruity gum on your tongue. Some smooth balm on your lips that’s trying to be strawberries or something- it’s nice.

Where he cups your head his elbow knocks another box. Just a nudge and some tapes clatter out of that. He has to avoid crushing them underfoot.

He twists against your mouth and hissed a groan. Tried to turn and look. You don’t wanna let him.

He half speaks into your kiss. Can’t get the words out. You’re interrupting him too much. Your lips pecking to his eagerly.

“I- fuck- mhmmm. Gonna… break-somethin…here-pencils.” He manages to sigh before you’re on him again.

You pull back and see the tapes scattered across the floor. You make out the artist name on the cover.

“Pet shop boys. Doesn’t matter.” You shut him up with another eager kiss and he rumbled a breathy laugh into it.

You moan impatiently. The sound makes his thighs quiver. Mouths way too spit wet but that’s what makes it so dirty-glorious. You’re needy for him and it’s frying his brain.

When you break apart to try and breathe again he grins like a fool. “Knew there was a reason I liked you so damn much.”

“Pure music snobbery-?“ You sigh all high and whiny as his mouth dove for your neck.

His hand at your head, slowly travelled downwards. Both resting at your waist instead. Fingertips skirting over the edge of where your top rode up over your hips. He touched your skin and the sensation bleeds straight through you like a live wire.

“Holy fuck.” You sigh all blissed. Trying not to moan too loud.

Your hand tangled in his hair. Nails scraping his scalp. You tip your head back to give him room, groan his name and he swears it’s better than any Metallica riff he’s ever heard.

“Something like that.” He hushes all softly and smiley against your hammering pulse point. Pecking it all sweet like you’re both innocent of anything naughty. Your toes are curling in your shoes.

One hand of yours slides down and finds the smooth of his hipbone under his shirt. You run your hand along his skin and you feel him shudder.

You’re willing to bet he has some sensitive patches of skin and some badass ink on those hips.

His hand slips under your sweater and cups up your back. Eye for an eye. Smoothly holds you as he works kisses into you neck.

“Easy. Don’t want me to give you a hickie, do you pencils?”

You smile and bite your lip, cause. “Do your worst, Munson.” That’s exactly what you desire from him.

“You not gonna freak about people-seeingit?“ Cause he can only imagine the outcome if you tell people that he was the one to put a sizeable love-bite on your neck. Him. The Satan of Hawkins High.

You slide your hand up through the back of his curly hair. Fluffy to the touch. Wrench his head away and speak against his lips so your noses almost brush. You love how blushy and dazed he looks. Lips so red and kiss stung.

“Don’t care who sees. Let them see.” You smirk. Kissing his lips again. Addictive lips of his.

That’s shooting an odd tingly sensation of pride right on through him. The fact you’re willing to be so visible when with him. Cause fuck this small minded town. Fuck their stuffy opinions and what the popular kids think. You’re not gonna start pretending you care what they think.

“All those rumours will be flying around that you’ve fallen under spell of my demonic powers.” He widens his eyes as he talks about it. Peppering kisses along your jaw. You feel his voice aswell as hear it.

You hum a pleased sound. You’re lip locked in your record store storage closet with Eddie Munson. Whatever repercussions or gossip come your way, at this point, are just all stupid fury and no sound.

“I can deal with that. Tell them I’ve sold you my soul for a very reasonable price.” You shrug openly. “And maybe a joint or two.” You add.

“Ahhh I see. So you’re signed up for the Eternal damnation package?” He jests.

“What does that involve?” You ask, acting all innocent.

“I’ll send you the literature but I think, entitles you to a whole lot more, of…uhm. Well. Something like this…”

As he spoke he moved closer and closer until he slanted his lips to yours again. Gently deepening it. You blush right down to your tits when his tongue flashes against the front of your teeth.

You only pull away to breathe, and even then it’s torture. Sloppy lips parting with a sticky moan coming from each of you.

“You got many others subscribed to this, ‘package’ of yours?” You ask with cheeky insinuation. Heart pulsing at your throat. Pulling for air and you’re not giving it much to go on. You’re more focused on his lips.

“Nah man. Just Gareth. And he’s a fuckin lousy kisser.” He rolls his eyes. Loves the way you light up with a laugh.

He kisses your neck with smacking wet pecks.

“I wish… I had more time. To keep…. Kissing you. Like this.” He says in-between smooches. Closing his eyes and breathing, wanting to live, in the way you sound and the heat of your perfume.

The world outside comes tumbling in to ruin your lust-crazed bubble, when you think how much longer you want to get away with kissing this beautiful guy. Hours and hours wouldn’t cover it.

You pull back to pant some more after an indulgent kiss and sigh at him. “Me too.”

This boy is pumping hard core strength indica directly into your heart, puffing it through your veins, and you just want all of it. Every bit of sensation of being around him.

You don’t want to unwrap your arms from each other but it appears you have too. You’re on the clock still, and the last thing you want is Sal coming back here to catch you both in the act.

You pet his hair around his face as he looks at you. Swipes his thumb over the back of your neck and up that tempting little dip in your lower back. Just a moment whilst you drink him and his closeness in. His lips are all cherry bright and his hair smells like some cheap apple shampoo. It’s near dangeroushow much you want him.

He’s way too pretty like this. Too much to resist.

“Come on.” You tug kindly on his leather jacket cuff and weave him through some boxes. “I can sneak you out.”

“Secret tunnel?” He quips. “Like that old movie. Very Steve McQueen.”

“Yeah. There’s a Triumph TR6 waiting for you out back, Steve.” You joke.

You love how spontaneous words just sprawl out his mouth. Big ball of energy attitude. It’s amusing to be around. Refreshing even. Your entire friendship with Linda is all pot-shots and unsubtle digs at each other.

“Your boss isn’t gonna wonder where the hell I, uh, went, is he?” He asks.

You turn and flash him a look. Make a noise between a snort and a scoff. Tilt your head. “Sal?” You ask him with meaning.

“I doubt he even knows what day or month it is, Munson.” You smile. He does too.

“Gotta love a hippy loop hole.” He remarks to make you laugh.

You come to the old warped fire door right at the back. Leaning heavily on the bar to jerk the door to open with a crunching whine. You pluck something off one of the shelves as you walk past.

You stand with your back against the door, holding it for him, as he brushed past you. The way his hand lingered on your stomach, made your thighs go all squirmy in your jeans. Makes you blush like some silly third grader.

He has to step careful cause there’s so many boxes in the way cause Sal is about as organised as he looks. Zero.

He stays near you. He doesn’t step past. His jacket almost brushing your hip. He doesn’t want the distance as much as you don’t. It’s nice, that.

You reach over to hold the back of his wrist, and press an Alice Cooper cassette tape into his hand. ‘Love it to Death.’

He smiles when he turns it around and sees the cover. “You really weren’t kidding.”

“I never joke about good music.” You grin. “Track two and five.”

“Yes ma’am.” He beams.

His pretty grin then turns devious. Eyes burn with it. He leans right in, his hand braced to the door by your arm.

“And here I thought you wanted to tie me down first?” He echoed back your earlier threat. One brow crooks up. “Should I admit I’m disappointed.”

“I’m all outta rope. I’d have to get creative and use cassette tape. Tie you down with ABBA or some shit like that.” You grin.

“I take that as a very personal attack, now Pencils.” He warns pointing a ring clad finger. But you know he doesn’t mean it.

You stand there. Grinning at each other like a pair of dozy braindead idiots.

“How about I make it up to you. Movie night? Sometime… my house. Pepperoni pizza extra cheese. Horror films. I’ll buy the jolly ranchers, to sweeten the deal?” You offer.

He takes you by surprise this time with a completely soft kiss.

His hand finds your belt buckle and he loops a finger through. Grounding him to your touch. Tethered to a piece of you cause he hates the idea of pulling away.

When he breaks apart, his nose brushes yours before he speaks.

“The deal of seeing you again is plenty sweet enough.” And he means it too. Those puppy eyes brim over with sincerity.

You part with one more kiss that makes your stomach soar. He slips away with a cheeky grin on his face, and you blush to know you’re the cause.

“Wait-“ Comes a pitchy cry from him.

He twirls back all sudden and pecks another kiss at your mouth before the door closes.

Leaning in with one hand on the frame. The other cupped the back of your neck. Pushing you backwards with it. Sighs when he comes up for air.

“Sorry. Had too. Just had too.” He winks. Grins. And then swirls away.

You’re such a goner.

When you finally shut the door, and come back inside out the storage closet, Sal is at the counter and not so subtly knocks a tape in to play on the stereo. He’d been waiting for you to come back in-

 Japan’s ‘Adolescent Sex’ starts to filter through the speakers. He doesn’t look up from having his nose stuck in his magazine.

“You’re so hilarious.” You seethe at him. His smile curls up on one side.

Right. You stalk the stacks determined to find something along the lines of the Sex Pistols to really piss him off.

“You should be more mellow for someone who just got laid.” He calls out.

“We didn’t go near your goddamn shelves ok?! Go have a smoke you dusty old bone bag.”

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