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Eddie Munson Headcanons

Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader Headcanons

You and Eddie meet because Dustin asks you to sub for Lucas for their DnD meeting.

Your first official meeting with Eddie isn't that great. He's apprehensive of letting you play with them because he thinks you're not well versed on how DnD works. But you surprise him with how well you can play, and he asks you to join the Hellfire club.

You don't attend every single meeting. Unlike Dustin and Mike, you actually have a life outside of DnD. Surprisingly, Eddie's fine with you missing these meetings, which surprises everyone else since he refuses to be this lenient with them.

But the others aren't you. They don't have your soft smile, the mischievous glint in your eyes, the lilting tone in your voice that you often use to tease him. It's safe to say, he's incredibly obsessed with you.

He asks about you often when you're not around. What does she like? What kinda music is she into? What do you think her thoughts are on people who play guitars? Does she ever mention me? What's going on with her and Harrington? Dustin finds it only mildly nauseating.

The both of you rarely get to hang out alone so he's always devising different ways he can get alone time with you. He'll tell you the wrong time and arrive early so he can get 10 minutes with you. Or he'll linger in the back and ask you to clean up with him after a DnD meeting.

He's incredibly soft around you, borderline shy. Sometimes, he even stumbles over his words. I heard you and Harrington are pretty close. I mean, Dustin mentioned it in passing. We talk about you a lot-I mean he! He talks about you a lot. He thinks really highly of you, it's actually kinda annoying how obsessed he is. Not that you're annoying! It's just, I mean, I've never seen someone, like, that close with their older sister before. So...you and Harrington?

He finds every excuse he can to touch you. His hands linger a second too long when he's passing you something. He always puts his hand on your back when you're walking, gently guiding you. He'll pretend there's something in your hair so he can touch it.

Yeah, he's pretty smitten with you.

[pandabyler]

i think the byers r gonna stay in hawkins bc hopper was like “i want you to feel like this can be your home” LIKE THAT LINE WAS NOT FOR NOTHING

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 4

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, anxiety, angst, bullying, sexual harassment, blood/violence

Word Count: 10.5k

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Part 4.1: Manic Monday

Monday, March 13th, 1989

Your alarm goes off at 7:30am, and you reach for your bedside table clumsily. Your hand paws around it, before smacking the snooze button. You groan, not wanting to open your eyes. "Good morning, angel." You hear Eddie say sleepily. He kisses your neck, bringing you fully into reality. His lips feel like velvet against you, and you instinctively press your ass back into his crotch. You feel his erection poking into you, rubbing yourself against it. "Mmm, someone's horny this morning." Eddie coos at you, planting more kisses along your neck. You moan quietly, continuing to move against him. He groans into your skin, turning you onto your back to lay on top of you. Eddie kisses your lips deeply, quickly slipping his tongue in your mouth. You reach up to grip his head hungrily, bringing him closer to you. He breaks away to catch his breath, gazing into your eyes with a smile. "What's got you so feisty, baby?" He asks playfully.

"I was dreaming about you, Eddie. Kissing you, touching you, fucking you. It just wouldn't stop. I need you. Please?" You beg him to do something, anything. All night you'd been tormented by him, you're so wound up, it almost hurts.

"What time do you have to be in class?" He asks, glancing at the clock. It now reads 7:45.

"I don't have to be there until nine. We have time." You blink your eyelashes at him, pouting your lip slightly. He chuckles, rolling his eyes.

"Relax, Y/N. You don't have to tell me twice. How can I say no to the sexiest, most insatiable girl in the world, hm?" His lips meet yours again, harsher this time. You know you don't have a ton of time, so you frantically toss your shirt and panties away and Eddie takes off his boxers. He latches his lips to your neck, and you moan a little too loud. He looks at you, smirking. "Shh, baby. You gotta be quiet." He resumes his work, and you do your best to not make any noise. You grope his dick in your hand, pumping his length lazily. He strokes your slick folds, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You whimper quietly, holding back your moans. He slips a couple fingers into you, curling to hit your g spot just right.

"Eddie..." You sigh, pleasure washing over your body as he continues to work you with his fingers. Once you're very wet, Eddie takes his cock from your hand, sliding himself against your clit a few times. You both moan quietly at the feeling, kissing again to muffle your noises. He enters you with ease, and you groan into each other's mouths. He gives you a moment to adjust, gripping your hips. You wrap your legs around his waist, signaling for him to move.

His thrusts pound into you deep and fast, hitting your sweet-spot with every stroke. Eddie hates to rush when it comes to sex, but he won't risk making you late. Your nails dig into his back as his dick pumps in and out of you. He feels so fucking good inside you, it takes everything in you to keep kissing him to suppress the sounds you desperately want to let out. "Fuck, you're so wet for me. I'm so close already. Let me fuck you from behind, baby." He pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He pulls out of you temporarily, flipping you over.

You clumsily get onto your hands and knees, and Eddie grabs you roughly to slam his dick back inside you. "Shit." You hiss, trying not to scream at how amazing this new angle is. He thrusts even harder than before, chasing your high. You mutter obscenities through clenched teeth as you're pushed closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck. Eds. You. Feel. So. Good. Don't. Stop." You say in time with his thrusts. He keeps snapping his hips, plowing into you with almost inhuman speed. His balls slap against you, and you can feel them tightening. He's close, and you're not far behind him. He reaches a hand down to rub your clit as he continues to fuck you mercilessly.

"Cum with me, princess." He moans lowly in your ear, feeling his high overtake him. He maintains his pace to bring you with him, his words setting off fireworks inside your core as your own orgasm rips through you. Your breath catches in your throat as your legs begin to shake. Your walls clamp down onto Eddie's cock, and you can feel him empty his sticky load into you. He's still thrusting to prolong your highs, and the overstimulation makes you want to scream. You shove your face into the pillows to muffle the sound, your arousal spurting out of you around Eddie's length. "Shit, I'll never get tired of that." He manages to choke out as he feels the warm fluid wash over his dick. He stills inside you, collapsing over your back. He breathes heavily, waiting for the stars to clear from his vision.

You stay in position, panting for a moment. "What time is it?" You ask him, turning your head to breathe properly. Eddie looks at the clock, smirking at what it says.

"Only 8am, babydoll. Still have time for a quick shower and some breakfast to go." He kisses your back before pulling out of you, watching your mixed release drip from your pussy. He moans at the sight, tempted to lick you clean. He decides against it, it’ll only make you want to stay in bed together all day. "C’mon, sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up." He helps you to your feet, but your legs feel like jelly. You stumble slightly, and Eddie catches you. "Jesus, how many times do I have to heroically catch you? You're like fuckin' Bambi." He says jokingly, and you roll your eyes.

"Well, pardon me for getting fucked into next week just a second ago." You snark, finally standing on your own. You grab your bathrobe from the hook on your door, covering yourself from Eddie's view. He whines, pulling you to him by the tie on the robe. He kisses you, holding your face in his hands. "Mmm, okay. We gotta focus. Do you wanna join me in the shower?" You gaze up at him as you place your hands on his chest to keep him at bay.

"I thought you'd never ask, baby. You got something I can throw on? I doubt Dustin wants to see 'little Eddie' swingin' around." He sways his hips to emphasize his point, making you laugh and shield your eyes in embarrassment.

"First, yes I do. Second, it's not little in any sense of the word. And third, please don't call it 'little Eddie' in front of me ever again." You go to your closet to dig out your spare robe. It's a bit small for him, barely covering his lower half. You take a moment to look him over, giggling at the sight. He's so cute standing there in the pink, frilly robe you used to wear when you were back in high school. "You look so pretty, baby. But, I wouldn't bend over around Mom or Dustin if I were you." You bite your lip as you tease him. He crosses his arms, unamused.

"I'll have you know, pink is definitely my color. It brings out my eyes." He poses dramatically, smirking at you. You giggle again, taking him by the hand. You both run across the hall into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. You get the water running to warm it up, shedding your robe. You stand at the sink to brush your teeth until the shower is ready, looking at Eddie positioned behind you in the mirror's reflection. He's leaned against the wall, gazing at your ass in a most unsubtle way. He senses you've caught him, raising his eyes to meet yours. "Hey there, beautiful." He smiles at you, pleased with himself.

"Hey, handsome." You reply after spitting out your toothpaste. Eddie walks up behind you, letting his hands travel up and down your sides. His touch gives you a chill, and you watch him in the mirror. His lips meet your shoulder, placing kisses on your soft skin. You sigh blissfully, your head tilting to the side. He takes this as a sign to move on to your neck, worrying the flesh with his teeth to mark you with hickies. You moan quietly, realizing you're wasting time. "Mm, baby, come on. I can't be late."

"Just call in sick, sweetheart. We can stay in bed together." He tempts you, peering at you with hooded eyes. His offer was tempting, you'd like nothing more than to cling to him and fuck like feral animals all day. But you can't. You have to focus on school.

"Eddie, please." You whine, turning to face him. You look into his deep brown eyes, pleading with him to behave. "Believe me I want to, but I have to go in today. I've got that paper to turn in. When the day is over, I'm all yours. Okay?" You smile at him, but his expression has fallen into a frown. He pouts his lips at you, giving you puppy eyes. How is he so good at that? "Please? Let's get in before the hot water runs out." You pat his shoulders, moving past him to step under the showerhead.

He takes off his robe and follows behind you, shutting the shower curtain all the way. The water cascades over your bodies, soaking your hair. It's the perfect temperature, and you let it run over your face. "Which shampoo is yours?" Eddie asks quietly, your eyes opening at his words. You gaze over his body, his wet hair, he looks so different like this. Beautiful.

"The purple one." You answer. He picks up the bottle, squirting some shampoo into his hand.

"Turn around, princess." He says, setting the bottle down. You turn your back to him, and his hands come up to massage the soap into your hair. His fingers feel so good against your scalp, you can't help moaning at his touch. "You like that?" He whispers in your ear. Jesus, this man can make anything feel sexy. You hum in response, and his hands leave you. You rinse your hair, and Eddie starts shampooing himself.

"Oh, I thought you'd want me to do that." You point out as the lather from your hair runs down the drain.

"Maybe next time, sweetheart. We're on a time crunch, remember?" He winks at you before switching places to rinse his thick curls. You can't help staring at Eddie as he washes the shampoo away, the water flowing over him makes his body look so good. You're enamored by him, he could be doing absolutely nothing and it would make you swoon. You both rush through the rest of your shower, realizing you're probably running late at this point.

You wrap up in a towel, tossing one to Eddie who wears it around his waist. He follows you back to your room, and you check the clock. 8:15. "Shit, gotta hurry." You frantically dig through your dresser to find some clothes, and Eddie calmly throws on something from his bag.

"There's no need to rush, baby. It's only a couple minutes to the college in the van. You're not on bike time anymore." He assures as he slips a Metallica t-shirt over his head.

"Sorry. I'm just used to being in a rush all the time. Even when I have two hours, it feels like it's only twenty minutes." You sigh, putting on a fresh bra and some panties. You feel Eddie's eyes burning into your back again, turning to face him. "What?" You ask, finding his expression odd.

"Nothin’." He shakes his head, drying his hair a bit more with his towel. "Just…concerned, I guess?" He tosses the towel into your hamper before zipping up his bag.

"What for?" You ask as you cross your arms, already knowing the answer.

"You know. You're an anxious person, it makes me nervous." He says quietly, avoiding your gaze. Great, you're scaring him again.

"Is it too much for you? It's okay if it is. I get it." You turn away again, pulling out some jeans and a light sweater to wear. You can't help being hurt by his words, but you know you can't expect him to take on your anxieties.

He sighs. "No一 sweetheart, that's not what I meant. I just hate seein’ you all worked up. It can't be pleasant for you. And the thought of you hurting inside, well, I一 I don't like it." Your mouth drops open at his words, realizing he truly cares for you. You can't believe it one bit, you probably never will. You keep dressing, and Eddie makes his way over to you. He waits until you're fully clothed before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, holding you close to him. You sigh contentedly in the embrace, placing your hands over his. He rests his head on your shoulder, sharing a look in the mirror again. "I care about you, Y/N. To a ridiculous degree. I know I can't make all your problems go away, but I want to be there for you through them. If you'll have me."

"Shit, you really are a big softy aren't you, Munson?" You nuzzle your head against his, smiling giddily. You give him a kiss on the cheek, and he tightens his grip on you.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't go tellin’ anybody, or there will be hell to pay." He smirks playfully.

"Who would I tell, Eds? My lab partner?" You reply sarcastically. You wriggle from his grasp to make sure your schoolbag is packed, tossing your notebook into it.

"Hey, uh, while you're at it, you wanna pack some extra clothes?" He asks as he zips up his dufflebag. You stare at him, confused what he means by that.

"What for?" You continue gathering the various things you need for the day.

“I figured you could stay at my place tonight. If you want." He shrugs casually. Your eyes widen at his suggestion. You hadn't even thought about Eddie showing you where he lives, let alone having you spend the night with him.

"You sure your uncle won't mind?"

"Nah, he works nights, so we'll have the place to ourselves. I figure we can watch a movie, order some pizza, and spend some quality time together." He smiles as he speaks, his eyes glowing with affection.

"Eddie Munson! Are you asking me on a date?" Feigned shock permeates your tone. He scoffs at you.

"If you wanna be technical, yes. But it's just my trailer, so it's not much of a date. Smartass." He shakes his head, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "You gonna come over or not?" He twists one of his rings around on his finger, anxiously waiting for you to give him a straight answer.

"Of course I am! It'll be nice to be alone for a night. And pizza and a movie sounds great." You quickly grab some extra clothes and toiletries and shove them into the bottom of your bag. You're so excited to stay over at Eddie's place, you can't wait to see what his room is like. You have an idea pictured vivdily in your head, but you can't be sure until you see it for yourself. You glance at the clock again as you close your bag. 8:30am. "Alright, I'm all packed up. Let's grab something to eat." You take his hand and walk with him to the kitchen. Mom and Dustin are sitting on the couch having some Eggos. "How does a pop tart sound, baby?" You suggest, and he smiles.

"Sounds just fine, darling." He gives you a peck on the lips before you head over to the cabinet. He playfully smacks your ass as you walk away. You can't help giggling like a teenager at his antics, butterflies fluttering around your insides. You put the pastry into the toaster, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the island for yourself. You lean against the counter, taking a large bite. The juice drips down your chin, and you quickly wipe it away. Eddie walks over to you silently, standing beside you. He takes your free hand in his, squeezing it tight. "Hey." He says quietly.

"Hey." You reply, taking another bite of apple. You both stand together in silence, just enjoying being next to each other. You wish you could spend every morning like this, the air between you is calm and content. You get lost in thought for a moment, picturing how you two first met. You continue munching on your apple as your mind swirls with the memory.

"Where are you going, nerd?" You walk down the hall of Hawkins High, clutching your books to your chest. You try your best to ignore the voice calling to you, you don't like confrontation. "I SAID, where do you think you're going?!" You feel the collar of your shirt being pulled backwards, taking you by surprise. You try your best to keep walking, but you're stuck in place. The other students in the hall watch you struggle to break free, laughing at your plight. The hand gripping you drags you down onto the floor. Your head hits the linoleum tiles hard, making your head pound. You cry out in pain, looking up into the eyes of Jason Carver. He's scowling down at you, his expression instilling fear into you.

"Please, just leave me alone. I have to get to class." You say meekly, wishing this was all a bad dream. He laughs in your face, as do the onlookers. He crouches down to get closer to you.

"Is that so, metalmouth?" He grabs your face, squeezing your lips to reveal the braces you wore freshman year. "’Cuz according to my schedule, you're due for a checkup. You ever play 'doctor' before, Y/N?" He asks, looking your body over. You just shake your head, tears flowing from your eyes. He laughs again. “I didn't think so. You're not the kind of girl that most guys go for. But, I suppose I could take pity on you…have my way with you." His hand travels down to the hem of your shirt, playing with the idea of exposing your skin to everyone. You feel sick, frozen in place on the floor. Your eyes dart around the hall, begging for someone to help you. But they all just smirk, enjoying your humiliation. Jason is just about to snake his hand under your shirt, when you hear another voice yell out.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Everyone's eyes snap to see who would dare challenge the one and only Jason Carver, the only boy in Hawkins High history to make varsity in his freshman year. You look over to see Eddie standing a few feet away from the scene, fists balled at his sides. His hair was a little shorter back then, just barely below his ears. He was two years ahead of you, so he was a bit taller than Jason.

"What's that, freak? Is she your girlfriend or something?" Jason taunts, causing the hallway to erupt in laughter. Your eyes plead with Eddie's, and he subtly nods at you.

"Nah, man. She's totally outta my league. And she's most definitely out of yours." He retorts, gaining an 'OOH' from the crowd. Jason stands, strutting over to Eddie angrily. Eddie peers down at him with a callous grin. You sit up to watch this play out, but your legs refuse to let you stand up. "Not to mention, it's kinda fucked up to feel a girl up like that. You could at least buy her dinner first." He chuckles, waiting for Jason to blow his top.

"You wanna go, Munson? I can take you down, no problem!" Jason yells through gritted teeth. He may be shorter than Eddie, but being a sport has its perks. He’s pretty built for a freshman, and has plenty of raging testosterone to hold his own in a fight.

"Bring it on, pipsqueak. I'll wipe the floor with you." Eddie moves closer, doing his best to intimidate Jason. It seems to work, as Jason's first blow is a slap to Eddie's cheek. Laughter breaks out again. It makes a loud smacking sound, though Eddie seems unphased. "Jesus, Carver, I always knew you were a little bitch." He chuckles, before punching Jason square in the jaw. The boy falls backwards onto the floor, holding his face. His lip is busted open from Eddie's rings, blood drips from the cut onto the floor. "How disappointing." Eddie sneers at him, walking past in victory. The hallway is silent, most of the kids glaring at Eddie for striking down their little hero.

"You'll pay for that, freak! Just you wait!" Jason calls from behind him, a couple of the other jocks helping him from the floor.

"I'm lookin’ forward to it!" Eddie yells back, finding this whole situation rather uninteresting. He stands before you, extending his hand. "May I help you up, pretty lady?" He smiles kindly at you, his eyes a warm shade of brown. You nod, taking his offer immediately. He helps you to your feet before bending down to gather your books. You offer to help, but he waves you off. He returns your belongings to your arms. "Mind if I walk you to class?" He asks, clasping his hands behind his back.

"S-Sure." You reply sheepishly. You walk down the hall together, his hand gently placed on your back. You find his touch comforting, but you can't help feeling a bit warmer than usual.

"The name's Eddie, by the way. Eddie Munson." He says, prompting you to tell him yours.

"Oh, I'm Y/N. Henderson. It's nice to meet you." You introduce yourself, still feeling rather shaken.

"That's a pretty name. Makes sense for such a pretty girl." He says, politely looking you up and down. You blush, turning your head away sheepishly.

"Oh, stop! I can't be that pretty with all this shit in my mouth." You show him your teeth to emphasize your point.

"Let's agree to disagree." He smiles, trying not to make you uncomfortable.

"Thank you, by the way. For helping me." You brush some loose hair behind your ear. "I'm worried what the sports might do to pay you back later, though."

"Nah, don't worry about it. I'm pretty scrappy, I can take the whole team." He playfully boxes the air. You laugh at his dramatics, accidentally snorting. You gasp, embarrassed for sounding like that in front of him.

"Sorry. God, that's embarrassing." You look down at your books, avoiding his gaze.

"Don't apologize. I think it's cute." He leans down to look at your face. "I mean it, Y/N." You stare at him, shocked he isn't disgusted by you.

"Thanks, Eddie. You're really sweet, I didn't expect that." You smile warmly.

"I may look mean and scary, but that's just to keep assholes like Jason at bay. I can't stand bullies, man." His brows furrow at that thought, you can see he's very passionate about standing up for the geeks and the freaks.

"Well, that's very noble of you. At least someone has a shred of basic human decency in this town. All those other kids just stood by and watched Jason make a fool out of me." You can't help the tears running down your cheeks again.

"Hey, don't worry about them. They're just following the pack, it's what animals do." He puts his arm around you, gripping your shoulder. You realize you've reached your class, but you don't want Eddie to leave.

"Well, this is me. Thanks again, Eddie. I'll see you around, I hope." You smile at him, wiping your tears away.

"No trouble at all, Y/N. See you later." He says, turning on his heels to go his own way. You can't help watching him walk away before the bell rings. He’s really something else. In a school full of inactive assholes, he’s your knight in shining armor. You hurry to your desk, proceeding to struggle with focusing on the lesson, and not on a certain metalhead savior, for the entire class period.

A few hours later once school let out, you noticed Eddie limping to his van in the parking lot. He had a black eye, and a large cut on his cheek. He looked like a wounded animal. You run over to him, asking what happened. He said it was fine, the jocks got him back for giving Jason a face-lift. You couldn't help bursting into tears again, apologizing over and over to him.

He kept reassuring you it was fine, but you refused to believe that. He was seriously hurt, wincing at every movement. He didn't care about that, but you did. You told him to not help you again, that you would stand up for yourself so he doesn't get beat up so badly. He tried to convince you otherwise, but you wouldn't hear it. You couldn't let someone get themselves put in the hospital for you, you didn't want to be a burden.

You insisted that you would take on whatever came your way alone. He didn't want to listen to your wishes, but you wouldn't stop pleading with him to stay out of your conflicts from then on. He kept going back and forth with you on it, but you couldn't keep fighting with him. All you wanted was to go home and forget this day ever happened. You turned and ran away from him, crying so hard you could vomit. He called after you, but you just kept running all the way home. He kicked the side of his van angrily, yelping at the pain it caused.

From that day forward, he did as you asked. You handled things yourself when it came to bullies, ending up with plenty of wounds and bruises of your own. He'd always be watching close by, though, ready to jump in to help if you wanted him. But you never did, you couldn't bear the thought of him taking a beating on your behalf again. It always broke his heart to see you struggle all alone.

The toaster goes off, startling you out of your reminiscing. You take the pop tarts out, ignoring how hot they are. You put them on a paper towel, handing it over to Eddie. He takes them gratefully, kissing your forehead. "You were daydreaming again, baby. Where'd you go?" He asks, taking a bite out of the tart. "Ow, hot!" He yelps, chewing obnoxiously with his mouth open to cool the food down.

"Nowhere, really. I was just thinking about the first time we met." You reply, scrunching your nose at his impolite chewing. You finish off your apple, tossing the core into the trash.

"Sorry, I should've let it cool off. First meeting, huh?" He asks, nudging you to get moving. You both grab your bags, heading for the door.

"Hey, Mom, Dusty, we're heading out now. I'm gonna spend the night at Eddie's, I hope that's okay." You say as you slip into your shoes.

"Oh, of course! That's just fine! Have a good day, sugarpuff!" Mom beams at you, excited that you're going to spend more time with your man. You roll your eyes at her enthusiasm, opening the front door to leave.

"Bye now! See you tomorrow." You call to them as you walk outside.

"Thanks for letting me stay over, Ms. Henderson. And I'll see ya ‘round, Dustin." Eddie waves to them before following you, shutting the door behind him. You make your way to the van, climbing into the passenger seat. Eddie gets in on the other side, tossing his bag into the back. "You alright?" He asks as he starts the engine.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine." You say plainly, but he's not convinced.

"Be honest with me, Y/N. Please? What's your deal today?" He furrows his eyebrows as he drives, annoyed at you being so cagey.

"I just...I was thinking about how dumb I was that day. I blamed myself for the jocks beating you up because you helped me." You pick at your hands, sighing.

"Believe me, I remember. And it wasn't dumb, you were just scared. I would've been, too, if the roles were reversed. That was years ago, anyway. There's no need to dwell on it." He puts a hand on your thigh, trying to comfort you.

"I know. I'm just sorry for being so fucking stubborn. I literally let people beat my ass to spare yours. But you were always there, waiting to help me. Mom would be furious with me for 'getting into fights', she figured it was a behavioral problem after my father skipping out on us." You roll your eyes, shaking your head in self-annoyance.

"It's alright, angel. That's all over now, and we're right where we're supposed to be." He squeezes your leg before returning his hand to the wheel. You nod again, humming in agreement. You still don't feel resolved on the issue, but you find it best to put it behind you. The remainder of your trip to the college is pretty quiet, save for Eddie humming along to the stereo. He pulls into the lot in front of the school, putting the van in park. "You gonna be alright today, princess? Got me all worried about you again." He asks, turning to you. You meet his gaze, putting on a fake smile.

"I'm fine, Eds. Really. I'll see you later, okay?" You lean forward for a kiss, pressing your lips to his. He returns it, cupping your cheek with his ringed hand. You break away shortly after, slinging your bag over your shoulders. "Bye, Eddie."

"Later, sweetheart. Have a good day." He says before you shut the door. You wave at him as he drives away, and he waves back. His face falls when he's out of your view, though, he knows you weren't being completely honest with him. He’s frustrated by it, aware you don't mean to be hurtful. But he can't help feeling like you don't trust him, despite everything he's done to prove that you can. He sighs, making a note to have a serious talk with you later about it.

Your smile fades as he leaves, you hate hiding things from Eddie. But you can't help feeling unworthy of him, and you're worried he'll soon realize it, too. Then he'll break your heart, leaving you in the dust. You're entirely sure he'll confront you about lying again later tonight, and you dread that moment more than anything.

Part 4.2: Little Lies

You're feeling the exact opposite way than you did on Friday. You watch the clock tick by too fast, begging it to slow down. You're dreading having a serious conversation with Eddie, but you sense it coming a mile away. Your stomach is doing flips, and you don't want to deal with it right now. You just want to have fun, and be happy for once. But you can tell that Eddie is probably disappointed in you for being dishonest. You put on the appearance of being fine and put together through your classes. You answer as many questions posed by professors that you can, taking notes diligently. But it's all just a distraction from your problem.

Before you know it, you're in biology again, handing in the paper you finished last night. Only a couple more hours to go until you see Eddie again. Of course, you want to be with him, because you care for him. But this evening might not be as sweet as you'd hoped. You feel a bit sick, your nerves threatening to take hold again. You do everything you can to steady your breathing, and calm your heart pounding in your chest. Focus on the professor, take your notes. Forget about Eddie right now. You attempt to convince yourself that everything is fine, and no matter how tonight goes, you won't lose him. Despite this, you worry that you might. Ugh, shut up, stupid brain. Focus, focus, focus. You pinch the bridge of your nose, your head starting to pound. Great, another headache.

You look up at the clock, 3:29pm. One more minute. You stare at the second hand moving around the circumference of the clock, trying to still it using your mind. But it's to no avail, it continues to move, inching closer and closer to 3:30. You sigh as it signals the end of the day, lazily gathering your books. The other students move quickly, rushing into the halls to make their way home. You get out of your stool, shoving your things into your bag. You say goodbye to your professor, joining the buzzing bodies in the hall.

You absent-mindedly make your way out of the building, not even looking up to see Eddie waiting outside the van for you. He takes notice of you, calling your name. "Y/N! How's my sexy girl?" He grins at you. You look up at him, smiling weakly. His expression drops, taking a drag from his cigarette. You struggle to keep your feet moving to meet him, but you manage to make it and lean against the van next to him. "How'd your classes go today, baby?" Eddie leans in to give you a kiss, and you happily take it. "I missed you today, couldn't stop thinkin' about you." He grins, softly stroking your arm.

"I missed you too, Eds. And classes went fine, boring as usual." You reply, sighing.

"You sound stressed, angel. Need a smoke?" He pulls the pack out, and you take the cigarette he digs out into your mouth without even thinking about it. He lights it for you, and you unconsciously inhale as you stare into space. “You're hiding again." He calls you out. 

You take the cig between your fingers, exhaling a large cloud of smoke."Can we talk about it later? I know we need to, but I want to wait until we get to your place." Your voice comes out shaky, despite trying to steady yourself.

"That's fine. Seems like you had a long day." He replies quietly, flicking the carcass of his cigarette away. "Get in, baby. You can finish that in the van." You nod your head, turning to open the passenger door. You climb in, tossing your bag carelessly into the back. You crank the window down a bit to allow any smoke out. Eddie climbs in opposite you, quickly shifting gears to pull out of the parking lot. You keep smoking in silence, unsure of what to say.

"So, what did you get up to all day?" You ask, daring to glance at him as you're riding down the road.

"Um, had a couple deals today, a short shift at the movie theater. Not much else, just been waiting for you." He says, smiling at you. You smile back, putting a hand on his knee. "Feelin’ a little better?"

"Kinda. I dunno. But, wait. Do you wear one of those cute vests at the theater, and a bowtie?" You ask, giggling at the thought of Eddie being forced into anything even resembling a uniform.

"Yes, I do. I fuckin' hate it. Damn tie always feels like it's chokin’ me. I have to tie my hair back, too. Boss says it's ‘more professional’, or whatever."

"No fucking way! Oh, Eddie, you have to show me! I bet you look so handsome in it!" You're gushing at the thought of seeing him dressed so differently. He scoffs at you.

"Trust me, you do not wanna see that. I look like a total dweeb in it." He protests, adamant that you should never, ever see him like that.

"Oh, Eddie, please? You look sexy in anything, and in nothing at all!" Your hand moves to his thigh, squeezing it gently. You bat your eyes at him, pouting your lips as much as you can. 

He rolls his eyes, admitting defeat. "Fuck, fine! But you need to talk to me. Right now. Does that sound like a fair trade?" 

Dammit. You didn't expect him to bring up the 'talk' again. But you suppose it's only right. "Deal. What do you wanna know?" You slouch back into your chair, finishing your cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray. Your hand leaves Eddie's lap, awaiting his questions.

"Well, first, why do you insist on lying to me about your feelings?" His eyes are trained on the road, but he'd be staring deeply into yours if it wouldn't cause an accident.

You consider your words carefully, not wanting to ruin things between you. "I really don't mean to be dishonest, Eddie. I just don't want to be a burden on you." You shrug as your eyes fall to your lap, fingers picking at the tear in your jeans.

"I get that, Y/N. But you are far from a burden, I promise. Didn't I tell you earlier that I want to be there for you no matter what? It's kinda rude to ignore that for the sake of being stubborn." He thinks for a moment, before asking something else. "What are you so afraid of?"

You're surprised at how observant Eddie is, it's a bit eerie at times. He's barely known you intimately, and he's already sussed you out extremely well. "I'm scared of you growing tired of me. Or realizing I'm not good enough for you. I'm scared of you leaving." You curse the tears that start to sting your eyes. "I really like you, Eds. I don't wanna lose you. I know it's only been a couple of days, and I'm being totally crazy. But, I feel like I'm falling so hard for you, and I don't want to mess it up." You sniffle, wiping your eyes. You feel Eddie's hand on your thigh now, and he glances at you as much as he can.

"Sweetheart, I'm not gonna get tired of you, or leave you. And if anyone is too good for anybody, it's the other way around. You're not crazy, ‘kay? I really like you, too. As I've told you, more than once. Maybe you don't see it, but I'm just as scared as you are. New relationships are kinda terrifying, and there's a lot of unanswerable questions. But, if we communicate honestly with each other, we won't mess it up." Eddie's hand strokes you, trying to comfort you as best he can while driving. "Can we both agree to do that, Y/N?"

"Yeah, and I'm sorry. God, I gotta stop crying every time I'm with you!" You chuckle lightly as you wipe your eyes again. Eddie laughs too, and the air clears between the two of you. There's no more negativity charging the atmosphere, like lightning waiting to strike you down.

A few minutes later, Eddie's pulling the van up to his trailer. "Behold, my castle!" He gestures at it dramatically, flashing you a goofy grin. "It's not much, but it's got a place to sleep." He puts the van into park, hopping out onto the dead grass. He runs over to your side, opening the door for you. "My lady." He bows to you, making you laugh. You reach for your bag and get out to join him. He shuts the door, wrapping an arm around your waist. He gives you a quick kiss, leading you inside the trailer. He opens the door, holding it for you.

"Such a gentleman!" You tease, gushing at how cute he's being. You walk inside, taking in Eddie's home. He walks in behind you, shutting the door. Things look about how you'd expect, it’s a humble home. A collection of cups and hats lines the walls and shelves, you're guessing they belong to Eddie's uncle. There's a couch, a recliner, a tv, a simple kitchen, and more rooms down the hallway. You're guessing a bathroom, and Eddie's bedroom.

"What do you think, angel?" Eddie says, standing behind you. He puts his hands on your shoulders, putting a warm kiss on your neck. His touch gives you a shiver, distracting you from answering.

"It's just about what I expected, Eds. It's simple, but warm and cozy." You sigh out as his lips continue to move on your neck. You hear someone else in the trailer as the toilet flushes in the bathroom. You stand up straight, startled by the noise. An older man walks out into the living room, who must be his uncle.

"Well, hey, there. I'm guessin' you're the girl Eddie was tellin' me about earlier. What's your name again? Sorry, the old trap ain't as steel as it used to be." His uncle taps the side of his head as he speaks. He reaches a hand out to shake, and you happily take it.

"I'm Y/N. It's very nice to meet you. Wayne, right?" You gently let go of his hand.

"That's right, he told me you were a sharp one." Wayne smiles, putting his hands in his pockets. Eddie stands beside you, feeling embarrassed. You turn your head to look at him, surprised to hear he's been telling his uncle about you. He meets your gaze, turning red as a tomato. "Well, hot damn! I never seen a girl make you blush like that before, kid." Wayne laughs. "That must mean you're a real special one, Y/N. Don't screw it up, Edward."

You almost burst out laughing at Wayne calling him by his full name, but the look on Eddie's face tells you to keep it under control. "I'll try not to, Wayne." He mumbles, shuffling his feet nervously. "Well, uh...we'll be in my room. And we're gonna order a pizza in a bit. You want me to get you anything?"

"No, I'm okay. That shit gives me the runs. I 'preciate you thinkin' of me, though." Wayne shakes his head, waving a hand to dismiss the idea.

"Charming, Wayne." Eddie smiles wryly, taking your hand to lead you to his room.

"It was nice to meet you!" You call to his uncle, trying your best to be polite as Eddie pulls you down the hallway. He doesn't stop until he tosses you onto the bed, shutting the door. "Jeez, what's gotten into you?" You giggle, watching Eddie slump against the door. He meets your eyes, an odd expression on his face. "What's wrong, baby?" You ask, patting a spot on the bed next to you. He joins you, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Sorry about him, he doesn't get out much." Eddie says simply, taking you by surprise. You sit up straight again, your brows furrowing at him.

"I don't know what you mean, Eds. He seems perfectly nice. A little old-fashioned, sure, but he's very welcoming." You hold Eddie's hand, rubbing your thumb across his fingers. "Are you embarrassed or something? Because he told me you were telling him all about me today?"

"Maybe." He grumbles, making you laugh. He glares at you.

"Oh, don’t be like that.” You tut at him for his attitude. “You've seen my embarrassing family. It's only fair I get to see yours. But, that's not embarrassing, anyway, It's really sweet. It was a bit funny when he called you 'Edward', though." You can't help chuckling. 

Eddie launches up off the bed suddenly, his face scrunching in anger. "Don’t call me that! I hate it! Wayne can, because he raised me. But don't you ever, ever use that name!" He shouts, taking you by surprise. You've never seen Eddie become this irrationally angry before. And it’s honestly a bit scary, with his brows knit and nostrils flared as he yells. You can’t figure out why his full name would set him off, but there must be a good reason.

Your mouth sits open for a moment as you work out what to say. "I'm sorry, Eddie. I didn't know, I didn't think it would upset you this much.” You speak softly to calm him down. “But, you're scaring me here. Can you tell me why you don't like it?" 

“Um…” He stares at you with wide eyes, shocked at himself for exploding like that. He's so wound up, over a name? 

"Baby, please? Just talk to me. We have to communicate, remember?" You remind him of the promise you both made just minutes ago, urging him to rejoin your side.

 He sits back down next to you, taking your hands in his. His expression changes, far more sad now. His big doe eyes lock with yours, giving you an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for blowing up like that, Y/N. I didn't mean to.” He pauses, wondering how much he should tell you. “I just really hate that name. Hearing it from my parents meant I was in trouble. The problem is, I was always in trouble. Even when I didn't do anything. I hear 'Edward', and that means I'm getting a beating." He painfully explains.

Your heart breaks for him, it's no wonder he’s reacted in such a way. You pull him close, hugging him tightly. He returns the embrace, nuzzling his head into your neck. "Oh, Eddie. I'm so sorry, I had no idea. I promise I'll never call you that, ever. I won't even think of it." You insist, holding him even tighter.

"Y/N, you're kinda suffocating me here." Eddie struggles for breath. You loosen your grip, meeting his eyes again.

"Sorry, darling." You reply quietly. You can't help wondering what happened to his parents, but you figure that's a talk for another day. You decide to change the subject. "Hey, you promised to show me your uniform!" Eddie rolls his eyes, regretting telling you about it at all.

He groans loudly. "Fine, fine. Just wait here, I keep it in the hall closet. And no peeking!" He promptly gets up, leaving the room. He closes the door behind him, and you take a moment to curiously look around his room. There's numerous posters and banners on the wall, and some drawings Eddie's made. You admire the intricate details, amazed at his skill. You think about how you'd like to watch him draw something. There's a few guitars in the room, and clothes strewn about everywhere. Eddie's pretty messy, it seems, but you didn't expect much else. You look over at his nightstand, there's an ashtray with half-smoked cigarettes in it, a small box of condoms, some aviators, and a magazine titled Heavy Metal.

You figure it's a music magazine, so you flip through some of the pages. You couldn't be more wrong, but the contents are certainly intriguing. It's more like a comic book, and there's lots of busty women riding dragons and horses in it. Typical Eddie, he loves fantasy and titties. You turn the page over, finding explicit images of sex and violence. It's not all that shocking to you, you can see the appeal. You continue reading, enthralled with the stories being told within the thin pages. You don't even notice Eddie reentering the room, or his eyes going wide as he sees what you've found.

"Doing a little light reading, baby?" He asks, smirking. You flick your eyes up to glance at him, unashamed of being caught snooping.

"Yep, this is actually pretty interesting. There's more boobs than I was expecting, but not bad." You say casually, setting the magazine down. You slyly smile at him, amused with yourself. "It's pretty hot, actually."

"Is that so? It must be pretty titillating if you haven't taken notice of my uniform yet." He leans against the door, crossing his arms. You take a moment to look him over, a dopey grin spreading on your face. He's got his hair pulled back into a thick ponytail, and his clothes are so different from what you've seen him in before. A red vest on top of a white dress shirt, with a small bowtie resting at his collar. Black slacks on his legs, with a simple black belt holding them up. He's even got shiny black dress shoes on.

"Oh my God, Eddie! You’re so adorable!" You gush, hopping off the bed to put your hands on him. He rolls his eyes, blushing again.

"I don't know about that. The shirt is really itchy, and the pants do nothing for my ass." He quips, making you both laugh. Your hands rest flat on his chest, and you press your body against his as you lean in for a kiss. Your lips meet, moving against each other roughly. Eddie pulls away, chuckling lowly. "You like it that much, huh?" His forehead rests against yours.

"What can I say? I like a man in uniform." You giggle at your own bad joke, wanting to keep kissing and touching him. But Eddie stops you, making you whine.

"Relax, angel. As much as I'd like to let you mess me all up, I can't or the boss'll kill me. Lemme change real quick, and then we can pick this up." He pecks your lips, leaving the room again. 

You sigh, falling back onto the bed. You decide to tempt Eddie when he comes back, so you quickly take off your shirt and toss it to the floor. You keep everything else on, wanting Eddie to remove it for you in a minute. You pose yourself like the women you just saw in the magazine, making yourself look as sexy as possible. A few minutes later, you hear a knock on the door. "Come in." You smile as you expect Eddie to come walking in.

"Hey, I think you left this at the front door. Wasn't sure where you wanted it." You hear Wayne say as he enters the room. His eyes widen, your bag dropping from his hand to the floor. "Shit! I’m so sorry, Y/N." He clumsily apologizes, shielding his eyes.

"Oh, God!" You cry out, covering your chest with your arms. Wayne stumbles backwards out of the room, quickly shutting the door. You’re absolutely mortified. You didn't mean for Eddie’s uncle to see you like this. Your cheeks burn in shame, and you desperately try to find your shirt in the piles of clothes on the floor.

"What the hell is going on?" Eddie asks from outside of the room.

"I-I'm sorry, Ed. Think I, uh, walked in on somethin' intended for you. She-She left her bag at the door, and I just wanted to, uh, put it in your room for her.” Wayne stammers, before falling into wheezing laughter when he realizes how silly this is. “Jesus, you’re a lucky young man, Edward!" He chuckles, clapping Eddie on the shoulder as he walks away. You become even more embarrassed at his words, covering your face with a pillow. You don't think you'll ever be able to look Wayne in the eye again. Eddie walks in, seeing you hiding.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" He carefully asks. He’s been caught naked by Wayne a number of times, it’s bound to happen when living in such close quarters. Nonetheless, he’s well aware of how uncomfortable it is. He sits at the foot of the bed, stroking your ankles. 

"No…” You groan, tossing the pillow away from your face. “I'm so embarrassed. I thought it was you coming back. I was gonna surprise you, seduce you by posing like the girls in the magazine. But now I feel very stupid and as far out of the mood as you can possibly get." You want nothing more than to crawl under a rock and never come out again. "And I can't find my fucking shirt." You gesture in resignation at the piles of clothes, unsure of where your top could be located.

"I'll find it for you, princess. And it's okay, just a simple misunderstanding. Wayne is just as freaked as you are, though he chooses to make light of situations like this." Eddie stands again, digging around in the heaps of laundry, finding your item of clothing rather easily. "Here you go, baby." He hands it to you with a kind smile, and you quickly pull it over your head. You take off your shoes, placing them next to the bed neatly. Eddie kicks his own off in opposite directions, not concerned about finding them later.

You both lay down, facing each other. "So, what do you want on the pizza?" You ask him, curious to find out more things he likes.

"Doesn't matter to me, as long as it's not pineapple…or anchovies." He scrunches his face, disgusted at the thought of fruit and fish on pizza. "What about you?"

"Well, pepperoni and mushroom is my favorite. Is that alright?" You ask, scooting closer to him. You let your hand lazily stroke his chest over his shirt, your fingertips picking up his pulse as they drag along the fabric.

"Sounds great, angel. It's a bit early to order it now, though, but we can do something else in the meantime." He grins at you, pulling you even closer to him. You both chuckle lightly, gazing into each other's eyes. Your legs weave with his, and your breathing syncs into a steady pace.

"I really like it here, Eddie. You and Wayne seem to have a good relationship, despite him being a little blunt. But it feels like home." You say sweetly.

"I'm glad you're comfortable here, Y/N. You definitely lighten the place up. I’ve never really considered it 'home' before, but having you here makes it feel like it could be." His hand cups your cheek, maneuvering to the back of your neck to bring your head closer. He presses his lips to yours, making your heart melt. Your mouths move against each other, the temperature of the room rising. Eddie rolls the two of you over so he's laying on top. You moan into the kiss, putting your arms around his shoulders.

You're enjoying being so close with Eddie, so warm and safe. But you don't really want to go any further than kissing tonight. You don't want to deny him, he seems very eager to please you. But you feel like you need things to cool down if this relationship is going to last. The two of you had sex so quickly, which you don't mind. But you're worried that's all this will be, just sex and nothing else. You gently break away, looking deep into his eyes. "Hey, Eds?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" He smiles down at you, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Can we...cool off?" You ask nervously, worried that he'll be disappointed. But his face doesn't change, and he nods.

"’Course. We can do whatever you want. I'll never want you to be intimate with me if you’re not into it." He gets off of you, going back to his original position. "Can I get you something to drink? I believe we've got beer, apple juice, or shitty tap water."

"Beer sounds great, Eds. Thank you."

"That's my girl. I'll be right back." He kisses your cheek, climbing off the bed to get your drink. You watch as he leaves the room, your head falling back onto the pillow when he shuts the door. You stare at the ceiling until he returns, your thoughts drifting aimlessly. Eddie quickly comes back with two beers in his hands. He passes one off to you, plopping down onto the mattress again.

"Thanks." You take a swig from the bottle, and some beer drips down your chin. You're about to wipe it away when Eddie leans in and licks it off for you. "Behave yourself, Eds." You warn playfully, taking another drink.

"Sorry. You're just so irresistible." He smirks at you, unashamed of his antics. You roll your eyes at him. The two of you spend the next few hours talking, getting to know each other better. The subjects vary between music, movies, likes or dislikes in people, what you want out of life. You could talk forever and never be bored, but your stomach has other ideas.

"I guess it's time to order that pizza, hm?" You ask as your belly makes a gurgling sound.

"Sounds like a plan, I'm starving. I'll go make the call, pepperoni and mushroom, right?" He questions, remembering what you told him earlier. You nod, and you exchange another kiss before he leaves the room again. 

You're feeling a bit like a fixture in Eddie's room with how many times he's left you alone in it. You're not offended by it, it just feels strange. You decide to venture out and join Eddie in the livingroom. You walk down the hall, finding him standing by the phone. He's so cute when he doesn't notice you're looking at him. He finishes ordering, setting the receiver back in its cradle.

"How long until it gets here?" You ask, startling him.

"Jesus! Shit, Y/N, you scared me!” Eddie gasps, nearly jumping out of his skin.

"Sorry.” You apologize, putting your hands behind your back bashfully.

He takes a breath to calm his racing heart, his expression softening. “Got bored waiting in there?"  He asks as he sidles up to you, putting his hands on your waist. Wayne’s already left for work, so the two of you are all alone in the trailer for the night.

“I might have been feeling a bit like one of your piles of clothes. But, I figure I could get a little more familiar with your home, if I'm gonna be hanging around here sometimes." You sling your arms around his neck, gazing lovingly into his eyes. "You should really clean your room, by the way. I don't know how you find anything in there." You chuckle, and he joins you.

"Does it bother you that much? Damn, and here I thought being a slob would be a panty-dropper." He jokes, tickling your sides.

"Eddie! Stop it!" You squeal as he wiggles his fingers around your stomach, relentlessly making you laugh until you can't breathe. You instinctively drop to the floor to escape him, but he just pins you down. He sits on top for you, continuing his assault. His hands wander to your neck, and behind your knees. You're thrashing erratically, doing everything you can to escape. "Eddie! Stop! Please! I'm begging you!" You pant out, trying to reason with him.

"Not a chance! I've got you right where I want you." He laughs maniacally, still tickling you.

"Please, stop! You're gonna make me piss myself!" You scream, batting at him with your hands.

"Don't threaten me with a good time!" He cackles, keeping it up.

"I'll pee on you!" You yell, glaring at him. 

His eyes widen, quickly letting you go and putting his hands up in surrender. "Okay, not that good." He helps you off the floor, and you scurry to the bathroom. When you come back out, Eddie's on the couch, holding a small stack of movie rentals. "Wanna help me pick out a movie, angel? I got a few options from Family Video earlier. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so Steve and Robin helped me out. You remember them, right?"

"Of course, Harrington and Buckley! I haven't seen them around in a while. I should stop in to say hi sometime." You sit down next to Eddie, and he shows you what he’s picked out. There's Jaws, Weird Science, The Goonies, and St. Elmo's Fire. "Hmm, interesting choices. I'm sorry to say, I've seen these all before. But, what about you? Is there anything you haven't watched yet?"

"I haven't seen a single one, actually." His expression drops slightly. You place a hand on his cheek, reassuring him with your eyes.

"That's alright, Eds. We can watch them all, if you like. But I highly recommend The Goonies first. It's full of adventure, and pirate treasure! I think you'll like it a lot." You say excitedly.

"If you say so, princess. You wanna pop it in the VCR for me?" A sly smile creeps onto his face, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth suggestively.

"You just love any opportunity to stare at my ass, don't you? God, you're such a perv." You tease while you stand up, swaying your hips intentionally as you walk over to the TV. You bend over as low as you can without falling over, putting the movie into the VCR. You hear him whimper slightly at your antics, turning to see him awkwardly adjusting his pants. "Something wrong, Eddie?" You ask knowingly, winking at him.

"I may be a bit of a pervert, I'll own that. But you are one helluva tease, baby. I'll get you back for that one later." He smirks, and suddenly there's a knock on the door. "Ooh! Food time!" Eddie hops off the couch, pulling out his wallet as he makes his way to the door. He opens it, paying the delivery boy and taking the large pizza box in his hands. "Thanks, man." He says before closing the door.

Both of you get cozy on the couch, the pizza sitting in the middle of you. Eddie picks up the remote, turning the TV on to play the movie. "You're gonna love this movie, Eds." You comment excitedly as you take a piece of pizza out of the box. It's very hot, the cheese pulling in long strings as you try to separate your piece from the rest of the pie. Eddie helps you out, then takes a slice for himself.

"I'm sure I will." He smiles, taking a bite of his slice. The rest of the night is spent consuming the entire pie, and you manage to get through two of the movies Eddie rented before you realize how late it is. You're yawning, barely able to keep your eyes open. "Let's go to bed, sweetheart. You've got class tomorrow."

"Let's just sleep here. I'm too tired to move." You groan, snuggling against him to deter his want for relocating.

"I'll carry you if you want. Trust me, this couch is a killer on the neck." He coos, stroking your hair.

"Fiiiiiine." You whine, wrapping your arms around him to hold on. He wraps your legs around his waist, standing up with you in his arms. He carries you to the bed, helping you undress until you're left in your shirt and panties.

"There you go, angel." He strips down to his boxers, turning off the light before joining you under the covers. He spoons you, holding you as close as he can. "Goodnight, Y/N." He whispers, planting a warm kiss to your shoulder.

"Goodnight, Eddie. You're a really great boyfriend." You sigh blissfully, already half-asleep. You instinctively push yourself backwards into him, wanting to get even closer.

"And you're the best girlfriend a man could ever ask for." He replies softly, though you barely hear it.

To be continued...

[thegayhimbo]

Stranger Things Spoilers on X: "Here’s an updated look at the Downtown Hawkins set for #StrangerThings5! Even MORE military trucks have arrived at the location! https://t.co/YfDO3lxqEI" / X

Hawkins under quarantine.

[littleststarfighter]

The King of Hawkins, and the King of Hellfire.

[ekza-art]

He was really trying

[annoyingexboyfriend]

california dreamin’ :(

one year of will’s diary so i now present 9 pages of his life

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Daily reminder that this happened.

Lucas Sinclair (A freshman, 15 yrs old) fought Jason Carver (A senior, 18 yrs old) and won.

That’s canon. He did that.

I just think that’s pretty cool.

[hippiegoth97]

Into The Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Masterlist

moodboard by the lovely @rafescurtainbangz

divider by @strangergraphics

Story Description: The year is 1989, and you’re Dustin Henderson’s older sister. The story begins with your younger brother begging to host the latest Hellfire Club campaign at your house. With express permission from your mother, the game is set in motion. Which means the one and only Eddie Munson will be staying in your home for three whole days. You’ve been attracted to him for quite some time, though your proximity to one another has shrunken since you both graduated in ‘86, not that you were all that close to begin with. But this particular weekend, and a surprise accident, brings you two closer than either of you could have ever anticipated. What comes after is a relationship which fulfills you both like no other, with ups and downs to last you multiple lifetimes.

18+ WARNING, MINORS DNI: This story will contain smut, swearing, blood/violence, mentions of sexual assault/child abuse/similar subjects, parental death, kinks of various kinds, anxiety, use of drugs/tobacco/alcohol. I will post warnings on each individual part’s post so no one is taken by surprise, but you read at your own risk! 

Other things to note: Eddie is 23 and still dealing drugs, Reader (Use of Y/N) is 20 and attends Hawkins Community College (yes, I’m pretty sure I made that up). The upside-down is never mentioned, though its existence isn’t denied. Essentially, the events of season four (and Hopper’s fake death at the end of season three) never take place, except for the boys joining Hellfire, and The Byers/Hopper clan living in California. Everything else is plausible, but explained as something non-supernatural if the subject comes up, i.e. Billy’s death, Mews being eaten, etc.

Story Parts: Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

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[farahsamboolents]

[Image ID: A topographical map of Hawkins from Stranger Things. The main part of town is highlighted in a pinkish red while the outskirts have a pale purple. There are various lakes surrounding the town. /End ID]

(I am going to be working on a more in-depth Image ID, once that is done this post will be edited to include it)

DONE! I made a map of Hawkins with an absurd amount of detail, I really really had fun with it. It is Hopper's map to a tee, although there were some paths that were so pale that I just sort of winged itand hoped for the best. This will also be available in SVG form! Once it like, actually uploads instead of crashing, that is.

Oh, and, if the map doesn't make sense, don't blame me, blame the props department on Stranger Things.

[hainethehero]

Knowing what we know now about Vecna, you HAVE to admit that Billy was an absolute badass for looking this thing dead in the eye and going FACE TO FACE with it. He must've been so scared, and Vecna called him weak and fragile. But that's Henry's ego talking. He put down El too when she refused to join him. Billy was powerful in this moment. With a little help from El, he was able to break Vecna's mind control and stand up to him. A measly human, with LITERALLY NO IDEA of what exactly he was facing. (Eddie and Robin were still brought into the fold and had an idea of what was going on.)

And for that, I say rock on Billy Hargrove. You're a hero too. You saved lives too.

[lengthofropes]

Locations in Hawkins📍Series - Lover's Lake -

[wolviestars]

THEIR CHEMISTRY >>>>

[jollyfishtrashweasel]

Joseph's reaction in seeing how deeply Eddie's death has caused, while knowing he probably will return the next season and we're all just overreacting.