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Girlfriend?

This is part seven of Welcome to Hellfire. You can find part one here.

Summary: You meet Uncle Wayne, and Eddie has a bit of a slip-up in his excitement.

You woke up to the smell of bacon and realised that again, you’d forgotten to eat more than pancakes the day before.

A soft huff left your lips when your arms reached out for Eddie, but instead found cold sheets and an empty bed. Your eyes scanned the room as if you thought he might be standing there waiting for you to wake up. Instead, you found nothing but posters and vinyl.

You laughed softly at the Duran Duran album Eddie had flung across the room after wrestling it out of your hands. It had landed in one of the open drawers of his dresser, surrounded by band t-shirts and ripped denim.

After stretching and letting out a dramatic, soft sound as if it were the first time you’d moved in days, you managed to convince yourself to crawl out of bed.

You were halfway across the room when you heard the muffled sound of a conversation in the kitchen and froze.

Someone else was out there with Eddie. You weren’t sure who, but figured it was his uncle and decided that you didn’t want to meet him with no pants on.

Back in your yoga pants from the day before, and still wearing Eddie’s shirt, not yet willing to give up being surrounded by the smell of him, you smoothed your hair in the mirror and ventured out into the hallway.

Eddie was dramatically and loudly telling a story while standing over the stove and waving a spatula around animatedly.

“And then she whispered to the D-20 and tossed it with all the grace in the godamn world, and Wayne, I’m telling you-” He cut himself off when he saw you and beamed, “Good morning, beautiful!”

Your cheeks warmed a little when you glanced over at the gruff-looking man sitting at the table with a newspaper in his hands. He had yet to look up at you, and you weren’t sure if he’d even been listening to Eddie before you got there.

“Morning Eds,” Your lips curled into a warm smile anyway.

You’d never called him anything but Eddie until that moment, and the realization had his chest blooming with warmth.

Finally, he peered over the paper, and Wayne couldn’t help but look the slightest bit amused, watching the two of you stare at eachother like the lovesick teenagers that you were.

He cleared his throat, and you both flinched.

He looked far softer now that you'd gotten a good look at him. The Munson men had more in common than you’d originally thought.

You could tell right away that Wayne was hard and intimidating on the outside but soft as all hell on the inside, just like Eddie.

“Oh, right!” Eddie gasped, rushing to pull out a chair for you at the table, kissing the side of your head when you sat down. “Sweetheart, this is my uncle Wayne.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Munson.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake and introduced yourself, smiling politely.

Both of the Munson men blinked at your outstretched hand for a moment, and Eddie couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?” Your smile faltered, but your hand stayed where it was.

“He’s just bein’ an idiot,” Wayne grumbled, shaking your hand firmly. “S’just Wayne, hun.”

“Well, then, nice to meet you, Wayne.” You nodded, looking so comfortable sitting there with him that the old man immediately understood why his nephew liked you so much.

There weren’t a lot of people who would be caught dead speaking to a Munson. Yet, here you were, looking at Eddie like he’d hung the moon and eyes full of respect while you met the man who raised him.

You’d even made cookies, so you didn’t show up empty-handed, just like you were visiting any old home and not their rusted, tin can of a trailer.

“Cookies were good.” He felt the need to say, and you beamed.

Eddie slid a plate with two plain pancakes and a few strips of bacon on it in front of you and another in front of Wayne before grabbing his own and dragging his chair so close to yours that Wayne had to chuckle, only half hidden by his newspaper.

The two of you bumped knees under the table and kept looking at one another with goofy smiles between bites.

“Your folks okay with you bein’ here?”

You froze, and Eddie shot his uncle an exasperated look, as if he was supposed to know it was a touchy subject.

“Yeah- well, no, but they would be.” You recovered quickly, clearing your throat. “My dad’s out of town for work.”

“For how long?” Wayne frowned.

What kind of parent just leaves their kid at home by themselves? Eddie was very much an adult despite still being in high school, and still, he couldn’t imagine going more than a few days without seeing him, even if it was just in passing.

“Awhile.” You shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable.

“Should stay here so you’re not alone,” The eldest Munson offered without a second thought.

Your eyes darted up to Eddie, who didn't even look a little surprised.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Wayne, I don’t wanna put you out.” You rushed, “I’m used to it. And, I’m an adult. I mean- I’m nineteen, so really, it’s fine.”

“Wouldn’t be puttin’ us out,” he waved you off dismissively and nodded towards his nephew, “Might even keep this one outta trouble.”

“Hear that, Sweetheart?” Eddie leaned into you, sounding far too amused, “Need you to keep me outta trouble.”

“I couldn’t-”

“You could.” Eddie

“You two figure it out.” Wayne grunted, pulling himself to his feet, “M’goin’ to bed.”

“Nice to meet you!” You called after him as if you weren’t just stressing over intruding in their home.

“You’re nineteen?” Eddie asked as soon as you were alone.

“Yep.” You nodded absently, gathering the plates to set down in the sink with the intention of washing them before you left.

“Little elderly for high school, no?” He remarked, “Are you a secret fellow flunkee, or what?”

“I took a year off before we moved here.” Your response was stiff, so he dropped it.

“What’s the big deal with you staying? We’d be sleeping here most of the time anyway.” Eddie poked your cheek to draw your attention back to him. “Wayne likes you.”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, swatting his hand away. “I don’t want him to think I’m taking advantage.”

“Sweetheart.” He draped an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “He doesn’t. He can’t help himself. The man loves taking in strays.”

“He didn’t seem very surprised to see me,” you commented, smiling teasingly and clearly wanting to change the subject. “You sure you’re not bringing girls home every weekend?”

“Maybe I just couldn’t shut up about you all morning.” He shrugged noncommittally, but you could hear the truth in his words, “I think he’s in shock that I managed to bag such a pretty girlfriend-”

He froze.

It had just slipped out.

He knew that you weren’t his girlfriend. Wasn’t sure you even wanted to be. But inside his head, you already were, even three days in.

You weren’t saying anything and it was freaking him out.

“I just mean- I-” He didn't even know what he was trying to say and sighed in defeat. “Fuck.”

“Girlfriend, huh?” You teased. “Is that what I am? What you told Wayne?”

Really, he’d done much worse. He’d told Wayne that he was in love, but you didn’t need to know that.

“Oh my god,” He groaned, pulling away from you to rest his head on the kitchen cabinets dramatically. “Just kill me.”

“No way.” You laughed, headbutting his shoulder blades like a cat against an outstretched hand.

God, you were so fucking cute.

“Come back here,” you urged.

“You’re laughing at me.” He grumbled, still hiding.

“Only a little.” You tried to stop the laughter. “Eddie, would you just look at me, baby?”

The pet name immediately drew his attention, and he turned around, looking at you with slightly widened eyes.

“What?” You bit back a grin, cupping his cheek in your hand, still far too amused. “Can’t call my boyfriend cute little names?”

“Huh?” He breathed, eyes somehow wider than before with disbelief, “You’re not weirded out?”

“Not really.” You shrugged. “I think it’s sweet, actually. Sickeningly so.”

“My teeth are practically rotting from the sweetness of it all.” You were smiling like you meant it.

“So, what? That’s it?” His face curled into a goofy smile. “I just have a girlfriend now?”

“It appears so,” You nodded solemnly, biting back a grin.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” Eddie grabbed your face and kissed you suddenly. Hard, yet gentle before pulling back and staring into your eyes, “Careful, sweetheart. Keep talking like that and you’ll never get rid of me.”

“Oh, no!” You gasped in mock horror, eyes full of mirth, as you pecked him on the lips. “How terrible it’ll be to be fed pancakes every morning. How will I possibly survive?”

“You’re so dramatic.” Eddie rolled his eyes, but you could see that he loved it.

“This, coming from the most theatrical Dungeon Daddy out there?�� You raised a brow, then smirked when his cheeks went red immediately.

“It’s like you’re trying to kill me.” He groaned, narrowing his eyes at you playfully, “Quit calling it that!”

“Okay, fine.” You sighed breathily, “I’ll never say it, ever again.”

“Well, hold on.” Eddie paused, a flash of horror striking his features. “Let’s not get hasty here. “

You burst into laughter, trying hard not to be too loud so Wayne could get some sleep.

“You’re evil,” He grumbled with no bite, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Truly.”

“Not sick of me yet?” You sighed once you stopped laughing, gazing up at him innocently.

“Not a chance.” He scoffed immediately, “You sick of me?”

“Never.”

You were afraid you’d keep Wayne up if the two of you hung out in the trailer all day, so you and Eddie hauled all his D&D stuff into his van and made the trip to your place to set it all up in the living room.

You’d been dead serious when you’d said you wanted to learn, and he was eager to teach you.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Eddie gasped dramatically after your lips grazed his throat while he was explaining the basics. “Let’s keep it professional here, sweetheart!”

You’d been sitting in his lap, which had been a terrible decision in hindsight, but he’d pulled you into it when the two of you had sat down, and even then, despite it being beyond distracting, he wouldn’t have done anything differently.

It was hard not to get worked up listening to him. He was just so passionate about the game, and it was doing things to you. His neck was right there, and you were very much ready to do a little more than kissing if he was.

You knew that things were moving a little fast between the two of you, but you did some quick math inside your head to rationalize your affection and deduced that the two of you had spent somewhere around 72 hours together.

If the average date lasted 3 hours, then the two of you had basically been on 24 dates by that point.

That was plenty serious as far as you were concerned.

You could feel him getting hard. The bulge in his jeans dug into you from below, hard and insisted against the tender flesh of your ass.

If he could see your face, he’d see the look of mischief in your eyes.

Eddie wasn’t sure if you were doing it on purpose, but you started squirming in his lap. His fingers dug into your hips, unsure if he wanted to keep you from moving or drag you along at a pace he liked.

After a few minutes of torture, he heard a breathy laugh fall from your lips, so soft that he’d barely heard it.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” He huffed. “Quit it.”

“If you really want me to, I will.” You muttered, freezing in place.

A low whine fell from his lips before he could stop it.

“Hmmmm,” He could hear the teasing smile tugging at your lips as you hummed.

You stayed still, but Eddie was quickly losing his composure.

Eventually, he gave in and pulled you up to straddle him, staring down at you intensely once you were facing him.

“You’re being a menace.” He told you.

“I think you like it.” Your voice was a little shaky under his stare, and you felt your panties dampen.

He looked so serious and, God, the way he’d manhandled you into the position he wanted was so fucking hot.

“I do.” He muttered lowly, not breaking your stare for anything. “But you’re fraying at my willpower here, Sweetheart. I don't think you realise just what you’re doing to me.”

You swallowed hard.

Sure, you were a virgin, but you weren’t a prude. You thought about sex just as much as any other person your age. You’d just never liked anyone enough until now to even want to try it.

But fuck, you wanted him.

Bad.

You weren’t sure you’d ever wanted anything so badly.

“Why don’t you show me, then?” You breathed, rocking your hips a half-inch. “Don’t hold back on my account.”

Eddie made a growling sound low in his throat and pulled you flush against him.

Your lips collided, and you melted into one another.

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#first of all #shout out to irish spring #second of all #let’s be professional? shut up #shut up and kiss me u idiot #how rude #he is such an absolute dork and i am so pleased with the way u write him i am happy as a clam rn #eddie my beloved metal jester boy #he wants to properly court you so badly but he is just a man how is he supposed to turn down your advances #even when you give him the chance to #he folds for soft warmth and sweet kisses #loser (i’m in love)

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Home Sweet Home

This is part five of Welcome to Hellfire. You can find part one here.

Summary: You take Eddie home with you and see his tattoos for the first time. Eddie gets a little in his head when he allows his thoughts to wander.

“That one,” you pointed at your house, and Eddie rolled to a stop in the driveway before killing the engine.

He’d been so curious to see where you lived, half expecting something crazy like pink siding or an inflatable dinosaur in the yard, but found himself surprised when he saw that it was just a regular, modest home.

It wasn’t run down by any means, far nicer than his trailer, but that wasn’t what threw him off. It was more that it just looked so normal.

He’d never guess that the most interesting person he’d ever met in his life lived there just by looking at it.

He wondered if the inside would make more sense.

You jabbed your key in the lock and turned it, gesturing theatrically for him to enter while he bit back a goofy smile.

Here you were, inviting him into your home as if he were something special.

The inside of the house felt cold and Eddie did a poor job hiding the surprised look on his face.

It just felt so sterile and empty.

The furniture looked like it had never been used and the walls were barren. No family photos, no art work, no signs of life.

“I know.” You cleared your throat, latching the door shut behind you, looking a little uncomfortable. “It’s not very homey, is it?”

He wasn’t sure what to say.

“My dad’s never really here, so he hasn’t done much with it” You rambled, leading the way down the hall “I don’t really like hanging out here, I spend most of my time in my room. Anyway, this is it. You can hang out in here if you want while I shower, or in the living room or wherever really.”

Eddie thought about hanging out in the bathroom with you while you showered and wondered if you’d let him, despite knowing full well that he’d never have the nerve to ask.

Stepping into your room felt like he was in another world entirely.

It felt warm and inviting and undoubtedly, you.

The walls were painted a muted lilac colour and covered in posters ranging from Sabbath to Fleetwood mac. Some of them were crooked and overlapping, while others were neatly displayed. He could tell just by how you’d hung them which ones were your favourites.

A well-loved-looking turntable sat perched on the dresser you were rifling through, surrounded by overturned milk crates full of vinyls.

Your bed was in the middle of the room, big and unmade. All the pillows and the thick, fluffy-looking comforter looked so warm and soft and inviting.

You felt like you’d just let Eddie inside your head.

Your bedroom was a sacred space to you. Your only safe space that belonged to you and only you. Nobody but you had actually been in there, not even your father, but it felt right having him there. It felt a lot less empty.

You watched the metalhead scan the room and eventually drape himself across the end of your bed with an amused smile tugging at your lips.

“Oh god, this feels like a warm hug.” He groaned blissfully. “If my bed felt like this I’d sleep all day and never get anything done.”

You chuckled, and ducked out of the room to shower, leaving him in your room by himself.

Eddie couldn’t help but feel special, knowing that you trusted him enough already to just leave him in such an intimate space.

As soon as he heard the water running down the hall, He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in one of the pillows. It smelt faintly of your perfume.

He felt like a total creep, but only for a moment. He was too busy melting on the inside to dwell on it.

He knew it was crazy to like you as much as he did after spending less than 24 hours with you. That it wasn’t normal to miss you already, even though you were only a hundred feet away and had only been gone for five minutes. Eddie understood that he shouldn’t be so wrapped up in you, but he was.

He wished he’d had the balls to ask you out months ago.

There was only a month of school left and he had no idea what your plans were after graduation.

You’d probably go off to college in the fall and forget about him. You’d meet a boy there and get married and start a family while he rotted in Hawkins for the rest of his life.

The thought made his chest ache.

Eddie was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t even hear you shuffle back into the room.

You thought for a second that he might be sleeping and cracked a little smile, but it faded when you saw the hard frown and thoughtful look on his face.

He jolted when you poked his cheek, staring down at him with wet hair and a look of concern.

“You alright?” You asked softly.

“Yeah” Eddie smiled, “Your bed’s just too comfy, sweetheart. I was halfway to dreamland.”

“Are you tired?” You glanced over at the alarm clock on your nightstand and grimaced when you saw that it was only 8am “I don’t think we slept for very long last night.”

“A little,” he shrugged “Are you?”

“I could go for a cat nap.” You yawned at the perfect time, crawling into bed.

“I should probably leave you to it, then,” he frowned.

“Or you could take your clothes off and get into bed with me.” You proposed. Again, looking far too casual despite what had just come out of your mouth.

Eddie blinked at you, slack jawed and pink cheeked.

“What was that?” He breathed finally.

“Unless you want to sleep in jeans?” Your head tilted slightly.

“You’re gonna let me sleep in your bed?” He looked baffled “With you?”

“Well, yeah,” your brows pulled together slightly. It hadn’t even occurred to you that it might be weird “We slept in the van last night together. Unless you don’t want to-”

“No, I want to!” he blurted, rolling off the bed to get his boots off. “I really, really want to.”

You couldn’t help but laugh when he stumbled trying to get out of his jeans.

He just shot you a playful glare and shrugged off his leather jacket, then his shirt.

The laughter died in your throat when he was finished.

Eddie fucking Munson was standing in your bedroom, in just a pair of boxers.

Your eyes washed over all the exposed skin, taking in the tattoos you hadn’t even realized he had, and the slight swell of his arm muscles.

He looked good.

Really good.

He stood there, watching you stare at him, and couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. He’d never been in this situation, and wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He couldn’t tell if it was good staring or bad staring.

You snapped out of your trance with pink cheeks and blinked at him.

“Are you gonna come over here?”

He nodded and crawled under the blanket next to you, grateful for the cover.

The two of you laid on your sides, facing eachother, both thinking back to how you’d woken up that morning and trying to figure out how to get back into that kind of position.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos?” You breathed after a few more minutes of staring, reaching out to trace the black widow spider just under his collarbone, then the demon head above his heart.

Eddie willed himself not to move, not wanting you to stop touching him.

It felt so nice, having your fingertips trailing over his bare skin. You looked genuinely interested in the inked skin and he wished he had more tattoos so he could feel he warmth of your hands all over.

Your eyes traveled over to his arm and he happily offered it for you to inspect. You propped yourself up on one elbow to get a better look.

He had six bats on his outer forearm and a puppet master on the inside.

“You like Metallica that much?” You teased, tearing your gaze away from his arm for long enough to see that he was surprised you knew what it was.

“It’s my favourite song.” He huffed playfully. “Sue me.”

“It’s a good song.” You hummed appreciatively and craned your neck to see is tricep and the dragon looking thing etched into his skin.

“What’s this one?” You asked, brushing your fingers over it.

“It’s a Wyvern.” His cheeks immediately warmed.

“I don’t know what that is.”

“It’s a kind of dragon,” He cleared his throat, before finishing softly with a rushed “from D&D.”

He expected you to laugh, but you didn’t, you just looked at it a little closer.

“Cool.”

You really sounded like you meant it, and when you looked into his eyes, he coulld tell that you did.

Without having to think about it, Eddie kissed you hard.

His lips crashed into yours so suddenly that you gasped, but then immediately melted into him.

Your fingers weaved into his long hair and you tugged lightly at it, trying to get closer to him. Neither of you had expected him to moan into the kiss the way he had and you both pulled back, looking startled.

His cheeks were pink and a little smirk tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“Like having your hair pulled, Munson?” You teased, still gripping the strands loosely.

“I’m gonna find your thing and when I do, I’m gonna remember this-” He warned playfully, but then cut himself off with a yawn.

He watched you yawn too, and chuckled, brushing your hair out of your face. The exhaustion seemed to hit you both all at once.

“Why don’t we get some sleep, sweetheart?”

“Yeah.” you sigged tiredly, untangling your hands from his hair carefully.

Your fingers brushed over his bare shoulder on their way and before you could pull away. Eddie caught your hand and held it there.

He held your stare as he hesitantly put his other arm around you and pulled you into his chest, waiting for some sign that you didn’t want to be that close to him. But it never came.

In fact, you eagerly curled into him are buried your face in his chest, snuggling as close you him as you could possibly get. He was glad you couldn’t see the way his lips stretched into a grin. He almost felt crazy for being so excited about cuddling, but you were so warm and soft and he was sure you could hear his heart racing in his chest.

His thumb traced light circles on the bare skin of your arm, lulling you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

You were out in seconds, and Eddie couldn’t help but feel giddy about it.

He pressed his lips to the crown of your head and let his own eyes flutter shut.

This time, Eddie woke up first and got to enjoy the feeling of having you wrapped around him, completely relaxed.

The feeling of your bare arm slung over his chest was damn near intoxicating. Your skin against his left him feeling tingly and vaguely aware of the semi only inches away from your leg. He figured it wouldn’t be a problem right that very second and would much rather enjoy your warmth than worry about it.

He could only see half your face from his angle, but what he could see looked peaceful and soft. Your hair was all over the place, draped over parts of your face and tickling the side of his neck, but he was pretty sure it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

He could feel the breath leaving your slightly parted lips, fanning over his chest and couldn’t help but think that he wouldn’t mind waking up to you every morning.

At the very least, he’d get spring break.

Thirteen more mornings with you, provided he didn’t fuck it up before then.

He was trying to not get too in his head about it, a little scared he’d manifest a fuckup, but it was hard not to. His whole life, Eddie had been told over and over again that he wasn’t worth a damn and despite acting like it didn’t bother him, it had done some real damage.

The only person who had consistently been in his life was Wayne, who had put up with so much of his shit over the years that it wasn’t even funny.

Eddie had tried pushing him as a child, crossing boundaries to see if he’d be thrown out on his ass, lying, stealing, and just generally being a menace, but Wayne never let him. He was always there with a firm hand on the back of his neck, grounding and there.

He was very much aware of just how clingy he’d been with you so far. You didn’t seem to mind. You even seemed to enjoy it, but there was still that nagging voice at the back of his mind warning him that this was all too good to be true. That you’d turn around and leave him without a second thought as soon as he fucked up.

He was so deep in thought that he didn’t hear your breathing change and your voice startled him enough that he jumped, tightening his arms around you for a second.

“I can feel you thinking.” you words were soft, still laced with sleep.

He sighed, melting back into the mattress, and loosened his grip enough to let you look up at him.

His entire demenour softened once he saw your bleary eyes and pouty lips. You looked like you were still half asleep and it was adorable.

“Do you even know how pretty you are?” Eddie breathed, reaching out to smooth your hair away from your face.

Your cheeks warmed a little and you looked like you didn’t know how to take the compliment. As if no one had ever paid you one in your whole life.

He didn’t ask. Just told himself that he’d have to make up for a lifetime of missed opportunities and tell you every day.

“How’d you sleep?” He redirected the conversation so that you didn’t have to, and you pressed your lips to his bare chest as a silent thank you.

“Better than I have in a long time,” You smiled warmly “You make a really good pillow. What about you? I didn’t kick you or anything, did I?”

“No, you didn’t kick me.” He chuckled and you felt the vibration of it deep in your chest. “Even if you did, I’d be your pillow any day. Slept like a baby.”

“What’s on the agenda for today?” You stretched, leaning even further into him. “I don’t even know what time it is.”

You both glanced up at the alarm clock.

3pm.

“Not awful.” You shrugged, smiling mischieviously “Plenty of time for activities”

Eddie felt his heart rate pick up and swallowed hard.

“What kind of activities?” He muttered.

“Well,” You smirked, lowering your face until it was hovering right over his “I can think of one for sure.”

“I like the way you think, Sweetheart.” He cracked a smile and reached out to pull you closer.

Your lips slotted together and for the first time, it was soft. No urgency or frantic need to soak it up, unsure when the next time you’d have the chance to make out. You both seemed to understand that it was right. That, at least for today, you could stay wrapped up in one another and neither of you would pull away. There was no need to worry about making a move, not when you were already half-naked in bed.

Every bad thought and insecurity melted away until all that remained was you and Eddie.

Part 6

Dividers by @saradika-graphics Photo by @kassy-djomunson

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