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This is an Eddie Munson x male reader. will have multiple chapters, happy ending, not slow burn, mutual crushes, bottom! reader top! Eddie. This story is mostly fluff. This may be inaccurate to the show

Warnings: drug use, alcohol use,eventual smut, occasional angst, swearing, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SPICEY FANTASY

Minors DNI

The Freak and The Nerd

Chapter 2

I awaken to light shining in through the window and thinking I'm in My room at home I sit up and stretch before I rub my eyes and look around noticing that I'm not at home and am infact on Eddie fucking Munsons couch... I look towards the clock that reads 10 o'clock AM I look down again and notice the pillow and blanket blushing "he... brought a pillow and blanket out to me?" I say to myself in a whisper. I hear a chuckle from the kitchen and get up off the couch stretching again before walking into their kitchen. There I see eddie pouring two bowls of cereal. "Mornin sunshine" he says looking up at me with a smile. I blush and look away

"M-morning Eddie" I say walking over to him. "What time did I fall asleep eds?" I ask taking the bowl of cereal he offered me. "Honey combs?" I question smiling it was my favorite cereal. He smiles and nods coming to sit at the table.

"You fell asleep around 2:30 I think I was gonna wake you but you looked so cute sleeping on my shoulder~" he says to which I choke on the air around me blushing wildly.

"I'm SO sorry I had no idea I'd passed out like that!" I say panicking trying to make sure he didn't think I was weird. He shakes his head laughing.

"It's fine pumpkin. I really didn't mind, as I said you're really cute when you're sleeping, well you're cute all the time but even more so when you sleep" he says apparently not hearing the words coming out of his face. I blush and look at him as he talks so sweet about me. I feel my heart swell as his eyes light up and then he looks at me blushing.

"You're... actually a really sweet guy Eddie" I say with a smile looking back to my cereal eating while my heart beats out if my chest. I can feel him watching me and the blush creeps up to my ears then down my neck.

"You mean that sweetheart?" He says with a smile in his voice I turn and nod up at him with red painting my face. He smiles and takes a few bites while I go back to my cereal. God I liked him... I'd liked him since my first day at Hawkins and liked him even more now. I knew he'd never like me back, I mean how could he... I'm just me. And he's Eddie fucking Munson. He's probably not even gay I'd seen him talk to Chrissy Cunningham a few times and I'm certain that he likes her. And yet here I am in his house, eating his cereal, and getting complimented by him. I keep thinking these self depreciating thoughts until he speaks up again. "You got plans today? Cause see I was wondering if you'd wanna hang out... I have band practice today and we always love having an audience.. and just I don't want to watch you walk into your house yet.." He says nervously and I look over at him wildly

"M-me?" I say nervous to which he turns and nods blushing I blush and look at his eyes before looking away quickly "n-no I don't have plans but I need to change clothes..." I say smiling. He smiles giddily

"YOU CAN WEAR MY CLOTHES!" He yells already standing. "Come on let's go find something that'll fit." He says dragging me to his room. A room that smells just like him and only him. I look around breathing In deeply. He starts digging through his clothes holding different shirts up to me excitedly finally finding one that looks like it'll fit and handing it to me. I smile at him internally dying. He's letting ME where HIS clothes... Holy shit. He then moves to pants to which I shake my head

"I-I think I can just wear my pants eds" I say letting the nickname slip. He smiles and looks at me nodding.

"You're right, don't think I have jeans that'll fit you sweetheart~" he says with a smirk placing his hands on my hips. I blush again and look away and he chuckles letting go. "Go ahead and go to the bathroom and change he says with his signature smile pushing me towards the bathroom in the hall. Once inside I pull off my sweatshirt and pull on his t shirt basking in the way the fabric felt against my skin the only thought in my head being "Eddie Munson wears this shirt to school all the time...." I look at myself in the mirror and how the shirt was a little too big for me before stepping out of the bathroom smacking right into Eddie's chest. He laughs placing a hand on my back as I step back blushing. "You okay pumpkin?" He asks trying to make eye contact with me. "I was just about to knock and ask if you were ready to go yet hun sorry for making you run into me." He says apologetically to which I nod

"Just let me get shoes then I'll be ready to go." I say with a bright smile. And he grins jumping around. I giggle and follow him inti the livingroom where I get my beat up chuck Taylors and put then on tying them securely and standing back up. He holds the door open and we're off to get in his van. Once on the road he turns to me and starts talking again. "My bandmates can get a little intense and.... gross. so if they start asking you gross questions and getting in your face just pretend you don't hear them... they're gonna be weird." He says looking back to the road as he warns me about his bands apparent bad behavior.

"Yes sir." I joke laughing. He tenses and looks over at me which I see out of the corner of my eye as I watch the road around us. He shifts in his seat as we pull into the driveway of someone's house and park. Eddie opens his door and gets out as one of his band mates runs up and fist bumps him. They start talking as I get out and close the van door standing there. It's then that I realize what I got myself into and remember how shy I am. I stand there frozen contemplating getting back into the van just as Eddie locks it. I groan standing there watching the ground as a pair of arms slink around my torso and I'm lifted off the ground. I squeal and thrash around before I'm sat back on the ground Eddie and his friend laughing.

"Sorry pumpkin, just thought you looked cute~" he says as they walk off to the garage that I only just now realized was full of instruments and that Eddie had a guitar strapped to his back. I stand there frozen for a little longer dreading this before beginning to walk over to the garage. Eddie waves me over which I gladly accept as he's the only one here that even know a little bit about as I walk over he pulls me to his chest and presents me with his arms outstretched "I bring a sacrifice! He's here to be our audience. This is (Y/N) he's mine." He says as the band Rolls their collective eyes.

"Yeah whatever Munson, let's just get started!" One of them says to which I hear Eddie pout and he places his chin on my head.

"Come on (Y/N)." He says leading you to a chair in the sun and sitting you down. "Look if Jeff comes and talks to you just pretend you're not there, okay babe?" He asks with both hands on my shoulders looking me in the eyes. I blush trying to avoid eye contact but smile regardless.

"Okay Edds." I say shivering as the breeze blows against my skin. He smiles shedding his jacket and handing it to me.

"Here princess." He says patting me on the head walking away to go start practice. He doesn't swing that way he doesn't swing that way he doesn't swing that way. I berate myself mentally until I'm drawn out of my thoughts by the first few notes of a song I don't recognize. I soon find myself watching Eddie's hands and skillful fingers watching him and how the guitar responds to his strumming. Oh what those fingers could do to me. How they'd feel wrapped around me and the cold metals stark contrast to my hot skin. How he'd feel pressed against me... how he'd feel inside of me. Oh God how wonderful that would be, I wish for it to happen. How i wish to confess how much I like him and get it over with. But deep down I know I never will. I'll never get the chance to be with him. He's just flirty, and he's probably sweet to everyone. Why would he like me? He's Eddie Munson for fuck sake. And I'm just.. me, (Y/N, L/N) a little gay bookworm from (STATE). I'm interrupted in my thoughts as a hands claps down on my shoulder causing my head to snap up in surprise as one of Eddie's friends looks down at me.

"Im Jeff, I saw you watchin Eddster really really hard, what you got a crush on him or somethin." He asks to which I look up at him wide eyed blushing.

"W-what?! No I I wasn't watching him I I was listening to you guys play" I say looking away unable to make eye contact.

"Yeah okay whatever, Eddie has this monster crush on you man. I'm sure of it. He never shuts up about you ever since you moved here its been nothing but longing stares and (Y/N) this and (Y/N) that." He says flicking my forhead to which I scoff and look away crossing my arms.

"I assure you he doesn't like me. He's just flir-" another hand gently lays on my shoulder causing me to pause and look over to the other being seeing eddie and immediately smiling.

"Hey pumpkin, it's time to go. Practice is over" I smile and look up at him nodding confused as to how practice could have gone by so fast.

"How long did ya'll practice?" I ask confused. Recieving a look from Jeff as he walks off to go pack up his stuff.

"Like an hour... were you not paying attention?" He asks pouting to which I quickly reach up and pet his head

"Ofcourse I was I guess I just zoned out really hard..." I say petting him like a dog. When I realize what I'm doing I pull my hand back and he smiles. Pulling me up out of the chair and into a bone crushing hug. Pulling me towards the van. I giggle play fighting against him while the band watches us interact. As we get to the van he smiles and opens the door for me

"After you milord.." He says motioning to the car I giggle and hop it letting him close the door. He goes around to his side and hops in aswell starting thevengine and pulling away from the house. "Have fun love?" He asks to which I hum a positive. He grins and keeps driving. "Hungry? Or do you want me to take you home?" He asks looking over to me briefly.

"I gotta go home.." I trail off pouting. He nods understanding.

"What's your address baby?" He asks, I tell him and he drives that way. "You're mom's probably worried sick that you didn't come home last night." he says smiling as he pulls up outside my house. It's a two story with a nice yard and a big red door. I get out of the car and wave to him as I close the door behind him and hurry through my front door closing it behind me and sliding down to the ground against it on the other side sighing. I wish I could just tell him... but it doesn't look like I'll ever be able to do that. I push myself up and head upstairs to my bedroom closing the door behind me and looking down realizing I'm wearing his shirt.

"Shit..." I say outloud looking down from my window to see if he was still out there so I could give it back to him. But as fate would have it he's gone. I throw myself back onto my bed and pull out a book from my bedside table and begin to read until evening when my mom gets home from work. I go downstairs and help her cook dinner and then shower and go to bed dreaming of Eddie "the freak" Munson.

About two weeks go by of this. Meeting after school to study twice a week and going to his band practices. By this point the two of us have become pretty close almost always hanging out. Which is not helping my feelings for him. They're growing by the day and at this point I can say I'm completely in love with him. Too bad he's not gay.

This is an Eddie Munson x male reader. will have multiple chapters, happy ending, not slow burn, mutual crushes, bottom! reader top! Eddie. This story is mostly fluff. This may be inaccurate to the show

Warnings: drug use, alcohol use,eventual smut, occasional angst, swearing

The Freak and The Nerd

Chapter 1

There he was the prettiest boy I'd ever seen sitting 6 and a half tables away from me reading a book. I poke at my school lunch suddenly not hungry as I watch him from across the room. He's only been here since last Friday and I think I choked the first time he walked into class. And I definitely died and went to heaven when the teacher sat him next to me.

      "Ed?" A voice calls pulling me out of my trance. I look over to see the club looking at me weird.

      "Huh? What?" I say looking back to the boy then at Dustin who'd called my name.

       "The session? We were talking about the last session?" Henderson says finishing off his sentence with an emphasized look.

        "Yeah, anyways, I think all things considered the campaign is going well I wish you guys had fallen into my trap last session though..." I say picking up where I had left off before he walked in. Dustin gives mike a look then they both look down to their plates eating the rest of their food in a hurry as the bell rings dismissing us to our next class. I stand taking my tray back after dumping it all the smile watching him stand close his book and walk out to the class we share. After I finish with my tray I start My walk to Mrs. Lyle's class (I didn't know what other name to use) as soon as I stepped in the room he looks up and we make eye contact before he hurriedly looks back down to the notebook infront of him. I take my seat immediately not paying attention to te teacher. Class begins and ends the eay it always does except this time the teacher speaks up after dismissing everyone for the Day.

       "Mr. Munson, Mr. (L/N) a word please." She says sitting at her desk. The pretty Nerd tenses up before standing and walking to the front of the room I ofcourse follow after him. "Mr. Munson as I'm sure you are aware you are failing my class. Which. Is bringing Down the class average and this us your second senior year. I'd really like to see you graduate this time which is why I've decided (Y/N) is going to tutor you until you are passing my class." She says blatantly disregarding the fact that she hadn't asked either of us before hand if that was okay. I roll my eyes looking away while he just stands there wide eyed. "(Y/N), you'll be getting extra credit for this I would appreciate if you could meet up before or after school atleast once a week, starting with today." I look back up at her appalled.

        "With all due respect man, I have Hellfire tonight. Can't miss it." I say crossing my arms. (Y/N) just stands there looking between the two of us.

"Then it looks like you're meeting up after club activities." She says crossing her arms aswell.

"I-I can't tonight either ma'am, I have a test monday I need to study for." He says looking down not making eye contact. I look over wide eyed I'd never heard him speak before until just now. Holy shit his voice is smoothe and sweet as sugar I think to myself as the teachers waves him off

"Nonsense you'll pass for sure." Mrs. Lyle says unrolling her arms and shooing us out of the room. He looks up at me and then back down.

"Hi, prettyboy~" I say with a smirk to which he looks up quickly then away again. "Look we can just say you're tutoring me and pretend. I'm busy almost every night and I don't wake up early for school." I say running a hand through my hair. He looks away and then back to me.

"I dont want to lie. We'll just have to make time to study.. I'll meet you outside of Hellfire at 9." He says rubbing the back of his neck. I huff my attempt to get out of studying failing. But atleast he would be stuck with me for the time being.

"Yeah, okay prettyboy, we can study at my place and I'll drive you home when we're done..." I say and I could swear he blushed as he starts to walk away. "There's no way he swings that way... It'd be too lucky." I think to myself as I walk the opposite direction towards my next class. Class goes on for what seems like forever until the final bell rings dismissing me from hell on earth. I rush to the club room throwing open the door. Noone was here yet so it was just me setting up for about 30 minutes until Mike and Lucas walk in followed shortly by Dustin then everybody else.

"Who's the guy waiting outside on the floor?" I hear Lucas ask Mike who shrugs indifferently. "He's already waiting outside... on the floor?" I ask myself before poking my head out and seeing him sat outside against the wall knees to his chest as he reads a book.

"Hey... do you uh.. want to come in? Or even just a chair?" I ask and he looks up startled.

"Uh- uhm... I- I wouldn't want to intrude..." He says rubbing his neck and looking away. I smile internally and reach down hooking my hand under his arms and pulling him to his feet and into the hellfire club. He sputters as I drag him in almost falling into me.

"Hey guys.. this is my study buddy (Y/N). He's gonna sit in on today's session." I say proudly presenting him with my arms outstretched. He blushes and scurries off to an empty seat in the back of the room. I giggle and smile my signature Cheshire grin as I start the session. He sits book in his lap watching me the whole time watching my hands and face and arms and theatrics its almost enough to make me blush. As I finish up the session he yawns rubbing his eyes softly and I smile. "Maybe I should just take him straight home" I say to myself internally slowly everyone leaves calling their rides or hopping in their cars and then its just us again I'm beginning to prefer it this way. "(Y/N), do you just want Me to take you back to your place you look tired love~" I say flirting again. He blushes looking away.

"N-no.. we gotta study.." He says stretching as he stands once I finish packing up. I lead him out of the school and towards my van he follows behind me like a lost puppy and as I hold the door open for him he climbs in and buckles up. I close his door and walk around to my side and hop in starting the engine and turning the heat on seeing as though it's currently cold as balls February right now. He seems to sink into the seat as the van air warms around him he hadn't worn a jacket just a sweatshirt and jeans. I smile as I pull out of the parking lot and begin the drive back to my trailer. As I'm driving I push the play button on my vans stereo system playing one of my Metallica cassets he nods his head along to the music which makes me feel all giddy inside.

"Ever listened to music like this prettyboy?~" I ask smiling like Noones buissness he looks over at me with sleepy eyes and shakes his head no with a small smile. "Well this, is real music." I say with a proud smile as he giggles shaking his head. "Wayne shouldn't be home tonight so it'll just be me you and my couch." I say pretending not to be excited to have him in my home for the first time. As we pull up outside of the trailer I look over to find him sound asleep and gently shake him with my hand on his shoulder.

"Mm? Wha?" He says picking his head up and looking around confused. I laugh and get out going over to his side to open the door for him. He unbuckles and gets out rubbing his eyes. "S-so cold" he says as we walk to my front door. As I suspected Wayne wasn't here I hold the door open for him and he steps into the heat of my home standing there awkwardly before turning around and looking at me wide eyed. "I forgot to tell my family I wouldn't be home til late!" He says suddenly in a panic. I look over to our phone and point him to it to which he instantly rushes over dialing his home phone it rings twice before someone picks up and he starts talking. "Mom? MOM! So sorry I forgot to tell you I was paired up with Eddie Munson and I have to help him study. I won't home for a few hours... uhhuh... yeah... yes mom I'm safe we're at his place... it's just me and him momma, no I've not eaten yet... uhhuh yes ma'am... don't wait up for me you have work tomorrow... it's Friday mom I don't have school in the morning... okay bye love you" he says as the phone hangs up and he puts the phone back in its place. He turns back to me taking his back pack off his back and waving me over. "Ready Eddie?" He asks and I blush sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to me to which he awkwardly sits down and pulls out 3 books. "We have an essay due Monday... I'm sure you're aware but it was assigned Wednesday. Have you started?" He asks starting our study session off with a smile. I look at him dead in the eyes.

"I'm gonna be completely honest with you. I wasn't even sober Wednesday. I had no idea we had an essay." I say with a smile to which he huffs.

"We're gonna write half of this paper tonight. Starting with your rough draft." He says placing a notebook in my lap accidently brushing my thigh. I blush tensing up though I don't think he noticed. He hands me a pencil and starts to explain what our prompt was. And then we start writing him oroff reading as I write, we take a break every 20 minutes to stretch and eat junk food. He had subconsciously layer his head on my shoulder about an hour in and during our last break I start to feel his breath fan across my neck in a soft and steady pattern meaning he'd fallen asleep again. I contemplate waking him up but then I look at the clock "shit it's 3 am." I say to myself quietly as I move him off my shoulder to a laying position on the couch and go to my room to change into night clothes which was just a pair of red plaid pj pants and a Metallica shirt. I grab a blanket and pillow off of my bed and take it out to him placing the pillow softly under his head and the blanket gently over his body. "Goodnight (Y/N).. sweet dreams sweetheart" I say before going back to my room and crashing on my bed. The last thought in my head as I fall asleep being the boy asleep on my couch and how nice it'd feel to hold him.

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MELTING! SCREAMING!! SODJIWNFIEKDKKWKFKE!!!

Literally becoming a popstar so this can happen to me😋

The Gift that Keeps on Giving

Masterlist | Eddie Munson Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

FanBoy!Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader

(Both Eddie and Reader are 18+)

This fic is for: birthday boy pop-up event by @corrodedcoffinfest ; the prompt is “gift”

Prompt: Gift | Word Count: 8,897 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader | Content Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of Weed and Underage Drinking | Tags: Eddie Munson, Fanboy Eddie, Popstar Reader, Concert, Gift, Meet and Greet, Celebrity Crush

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Eddie is lowkey a Pervert with so many thoughts about you, Dirty Talking, Kinda a Fanboy kink if you can call it that? (Mutual between Eddie and Reader), Smut: Oral (Fem and Male Receiving), Fingering, Cum Eating, Protected PinV, afab reader

Synopsis: Eddie was your biggest fan; it started after Gareth decided to drag him to your concert. Now, Eddie just doesn't shut up about you. So, the guys decide to come together and pitch in on an amazing Birthday gift for Eddie. This is based off of this blurb I had written and I had people ask for more of these two (including them actually meeting); so woo! Also this slowly turned into the longest fic I have ever written so, I hope you enjoy!!

Word Count: 8.8k

Two months.

It had been two months since your newest album had been released to the public—copies of the vinyls sat in record stores far and wide while your top song played on every radio station on the top of every hour. 

It had been two whole months of Eddie Munson playing your album every day and night, no matter what he was doing within the four walls of his cluttered bedroom. 

Your pop sound and lyrics were a stark contrast to the usual heavy metal music that would ring through his room as he laid back on his bed, packing a bowl of the latest recommendation from his dealer. He’d play your music in the background while he messed around with his guitar, adding some heavy riffs to the poppy sounds that played from the record player. He’d sit on his bed, hand in his pants with his cock in his fist tightly; he’d stroke himself while your voice filled his ears, edging him closer and closer to release. The sound of your sweet and soft voice played late into the night, always seeming to help him drift off to sleep faster; and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that to anyone that would listen. 

Anyone. 

No, really, the Hellfire boys were so fucking sick of listening to Eddie bring you up in every conversation–during lunch at the cafeteria, between battles at Hellfire campaigns, during a late night smoke session in his van by the lake–it didn’t matter the occasion, your name was always rolling off of his lips like a prayer. It was like he was dating you; he spoke about you so highly and intimately, there was never anything negative spoken about you by that boy.

He was just such a love sick little puppy that thought about you every single minute of his morning, afternoon and evening. And the Hellfire boys always just shared looks and groaned while rolling their eyes when Eddie started talking about you. And Eddie noticed their looks, he noticed their annoyance with him but that didn’t stop him from speaking about you… it had actually gotten to the point where he would join the conversations of the cheerleaders just so he could talk about you and your music. 

You released a new song? He ran to the girls to ask if they had heard it yet before gushing over how good it was because, you never seem to have any songs that suck.

You announced a tour or a show near them? He was telling all the girls that he was going to do anything in his power to make sure he would be at that show, seeing you perform live yet again.

And, let’s be real, all these cheerleaders thought that was funny as hell, but they always allowed Eddie to join their conversations; in fact, some of the cheerleaders went out of their way and started the conversations with him. He was just like them—he was a fanboy at heart and he couldn’t help that you were his current unconventional musical hyper fixation at the moment. 

It had been two whole months of your posters and pictures being placed on his walls, hung up so carefully to ensure that they wouldn’t rip or tear. And, every time the guys came over he was constantly getting attacked and questioned by those pieces of paper. The posters were everywhere, there was one above his bed, there was one above his record player, hell, this motherfucker had one on the ceiling above his bed. You were the last thing he saw before he fell asleep and the first thing he saw when he woke up in the morning, cheesy, right? And, fuck, did the Hellfire boys tease him about that. I mean, it’s not everyday that the stoner Metalhead had pictures of a pop princess on his wall. 

But, could you blame him? You just happened to look oh so good in those posters. 

And his favorite to this day was still the one of you in that short fucking black dress; he made sure that poster was above his record player so he could look at you while sitting on his bed. He just couldn’t help it—that picture didn’t leave anything to the imagination. The way your curves were so full and perfect, god, he wanted to run his hands all over your body, feeling every single curve and divet of your plush skin. The way your cleavage looked like it could pop out of that dress at any moment, god, he wanted to reach out and squeeze your breasts gently, hearing the small moans and whines escape your mouth while he massages them between his hands, thumbs running over your hardened nipples slowly. Eddie just loved that dress on you so much but he desperately wanted to see it on his bedroom floor–preferably in a pile with his own clothes while you were pressed up against him, moaning and groaning his name with each and every thrust he made. 

He had countless thoughts about you since he had first listened to that album and somehow each one seemed worse than the last. 

He knows, he knows–he’s a pervert. You don’t have to tell him twice.

Seriously, though, each thought was worse than the last. He’s imagined you on your knees in front of him, hand wrapping around the base of his cock while taking it in your pretty little mouth. He’s imagined you on your knees on his bed while he's thrusting into you from behind, so deep and fast that you are screaming his name. He’s imagined hovering over you, kissing the soft skin of your neck as he thrusts into you slow and deep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He’s imagined you on top of him, riding on his cock with your tits bouncing in his face. He’s imagined quickies with you after your shows in the dressing room, directly backstage, in the bathroom. You name it he’s probably thought of it with you. 

Eddie was just so whipped and craved you. Craved to know how you felt, how you smelled, how you tasted, how you sounded… he craved to know every little thing about you; all your little imperfections, quirks, any skeletons you had hidden in your closet. He just craved to know you on such an intimate and personal level. But, sadly, you were just a celebrity crush who didn’t even know he existed. 

At least, until tonight.

Tonight you were back in Hawkins, Indiana for a concert. Tonight, on Eddie Munson’s 19th birthday, you were in Hawkins, Indiana. You were in his hometown for his birthday. God, it was like the stars were aligning to give him the best birthday he’s had in a while, if not ever.

Eddie had purchased his ticket for your show months ago, literally the day they went on sale; he had called Gareth and bought a ticket for both of them (and, Gareth wasn’t entirely thrilled about that, but he knew he had to support his best friend… especially on his birthday). 

He had his ticket, he had his best friend by his side, he knew your new songs front to back; he was beyond ready for your concert.

But, the Hellfire boys had a surprise gift for him. They all knew he had a concert ticket, hell, the entire school knew he had a ticket to your show tonight. But, what he didn’t have was a meet and greet VIP ticket… at least, until Jeff pulled some strings with his dad who worked at the venue you were going to be performing at. 

And, my god, you should have seen the look on Eddie’s face when he opened that gift. At first, he looked at the Hellfire boys with a questionable look, he already had tickets, he didn’t need them. But when he read the words “VIP Meet and Greet Ticket” with your name next to it? Yeah, he screamed. A literal scream left his mouth as he thought about meeting you, talking to you, hugging you. And Gareth shook his head because he knew he’d have to stand next to Eddie the entire time during this Meet and Greet. (But, come on, Gareth was also secretly excited to meet you and see you face to face as well; he was just… not excited to deal with Eddie the whole time…) 

So, now, Eddie stood next to Gareth waiting in the meet and greet line amongst a ton of younger girls and teenage girls that were all gushing to meet you. And Eddie was shaking from head to toe. He was both excited and terrified at the same time. What if you were mean? What if you hated him? What if you were a bitch? What if you aren’t like anything he has pictured you to be? What if everything he has thought about you was actually just something he made up and you weren’t that perfect little angel he has you made out to be?

He’s never met a celebrity before… are you really just a normal person like him? Do you enjoy going to the movies just like he did? Do you enjoy listening to music and getting high just like he did? Do you enjoy pancakes over waffles just like he did? Do you enjoy spending your free time with friends and family just like he did?

“Eddie,” Gareth said, looking at his friend. Eddie snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Gareth, raising an eyebrow. 

“Hm?” He replied, looking at Gareth.

“We’re next,” Gareth said, motioning to the nonexistent line in front of them. Eddie gulped, looking up in front of him. He caught a glimpse of you and your smile and panicked. 

“I can’t do this,” Eddie said, shaking his head. Gareth rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Yes, you can. Please, you don’t shut up about her. At least talk to her.” Gareth replied, looking at his friend. “She’s not going to bite you or anything.”

“She might.”

“Next!” The security guard called, looking up Eddie and Gareth. He raised his eyebrow slightly when he saw the two boys but shrugged, allowing them through. The pair walked towards the stage where you were standing in front of a pale pink and purple backdrop with hearts all over it. 

God, why was Eddie’s head spinning? He felt hot. He felt dizzy. He felt like the room was slowly melting away from around him as he stood there, looking at you. It felt like the heavens were opening up and shining down on you as you stood in front of them, glowing like an angel, a goddess, a beautiful princess that he wanted to sweep off your feet with his wit, charm and good looks.

You looked up at Gareth and Eddie and smiled, waving them towards you. “Hi!” You cheered. “Thank you for coming, oh my gosh!” 

God, when you spoke it sounded like a chorus of angels signing around you. Eddie had never been to church, but he felt like he wanted to fall to knees to worship you and sing your praises.

Gareth stepped towards you but Eddie didn’t, he just stood there frozen. He looked you up and down, taking in your appearance. Your hair and makeup were already clearly done for the concert—hair curled perfectly, not even moving as you moved your head side to side, beautiful soft pink eyeshadow with glitter overtop, making you sparkle each time you moved. You were wearing some baggy light blue jeans and a pink crop top that showed off your midriff perfectly. 

God, you were perfect. You were real, you were perfectly real, and you were standing right in front of Eddie, beckoning him towards you with those beautiful and subtle hand motions.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” Gareth said softly, stepping closer to you. You smiled at him, opening your arms for a hug. Gareth didn’t decline, he wrapped his arms around you gently before pulling away, looking at Eddie. 

Eddie watched Gareth hug you before he stepped closer, a nervous smile on his face. “Hi,” he spoke softly. 

You opened your arms and Eddie quickly stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your body as he pulled you close to him. Your arms wrapped around him, smiling as you stood there embracing each other. His arms moved down to your waist gently as he held you against his soft and warm body. It felt like it was just you two in the room as you hugged, sparks flying around you like fireworks. He was so happy to be embracing you, to be holding you, and you allowed him to. You allowed him to hug you and hold you as long as he pleased; you didn’t pull away, you didn’t back away, you just hugged him tighter and smiled as he held you close to his body. 

After what felt like ages, Eddie finally pulled away from the hug, looking at you with a goofy and giddy grin on his face. Gareth glanced at Eddie and raised an eyebrow slightly before looking back at you. 

You smiled at them both, “thanks for coming to meet me and hang out!” You giggled, looking at them. “You probably know my name, but I don’t know yours…” You pouted, looking at the two boys in front of you that looked like they were at the wrong concert. Heavy metal band tees on, ripped jeans, boots on their feet; why on earth were they here to listen to you?

“I’m Gareth,” Gareth said softly, nodding with a smile. 

“I’m Eddie, it’s uh, it’s really cool to meet you. I’ve been listening to your music for quite some time and when I saw you were coming today I just had to come see you. Makes for a really cool birthday.” Eddie smiled, watching you. 

“Birthday? Oh my gosh, is today your birthday?” You asked, Eddie nodded slightly.

“Yeah, nineteen. Scary number,” he joked. 

“Our friend got him a meet and greet ticket for his birthday,” Gareth piped in, looking at Eddie. “He’s like, your number one fan.” 

“Oh my gosh, I was your birthday gift? That’s so cool!” You gushed, “thank you for listening to my music and supporting me, really, it means the world to me. I wouldn’t be able to do what I love doing without people like you.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie stuttered out, nodding at you. “Anytime,” he added. 

You smiled, looking at the boys. “Well, can I interest you in a picture together? A signed poster? I have to make sure my number one fan has the best birthday ever.” 

Eddie blushed. You just acknowledged him and called him your number one fan. Fuck. 

“Yeah, that'd be cool,” Eddie smiled, Gareth nodded as well. 

“Perfect, come here and smile for the camera.” You said, motioning towards the boys. They walked to you, standing on either side of you. Gareth stood on your left and Eddie stood on your right. You wrapped your arms around their backs gently and looked at the camera and smiled with the boys. Once the photo was taken you looked at Eddie with a smile. “Want a picture of just the two of us?” You asked. He looked at you nervously. 

“You, uh, you’d do that for me? Can we? Really?” He asked. You nodded. 

“Of course! Consider it a birthday gift from me to you.” 

Gareth took this as a sign to step away, leaving you and Eddie together for your own picture. You wrapped your arms around Eddie’s waist and smiled, leaning closer to him for the picture. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as a goofy grin appeared on his face.

After the photo was taken you hugged Eddie again, smiling at him. “Happy birthday, Eddie. It was nice to meet you and Gareth,” you said, glancing at Gareth. “I hope you both enjoy the show. I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

“Thanks, princess,” Eddie smiled. Gareth smiled as well, waving at you. The two grabbed their posters and were on their way while you turned towards your next fan here for meet and greet—a little girl and her mom. You were crouching towards the ground to get to the level of the little girl as she ran towards you for a hug. You hugged her tightly and smiled, rocking her back and forth gently. 

Eddie looked back and watched from afar as he left. 

Fuck, did he love you.  

“I’ll be back,” Eddie yelled to Gareth over the noise of the bar. Your concert was over and Eddie was bummed to leave, so Gareth suggested heading to the Hideout for a few drinks to celebrate his birthday. Eddie reluctantly agreed, even though he’d rather be at home right now thinking about you with his pants around his ankles and his hand on his cock, stroking himself in time to your music.

Gareth nodded at Eddie, before going back to his conversation with Jeff. They were having a heated argument about something, but Eddie didn’t really listen to the details because he didn’t really care. That sounded rude, oh well, it was true. All he cared about right now was you. 

“Jack and Coke, please,” Eddie said as he walked up to the bar, away from Gareth and the other boys in the crowd. He grunted as he took a seat in one of the uncomfortable bar stools. The bartender looked up at him and smiled slightly, nodding to get him his drink. “Thanks, Mark,” Eddie added, watching the usual bartender go off to fix his drink. Once the drink was in his hand he raised it slightly, giving a nod to Mark as he began sipping on his drink. He looked around the bar, eyeing his surroundings as he usually did. 

Your concert was over, you had left the stage long ago and were probably a long ways away from Hawkins by now. Why would you stay here longer than you had to? Eddie sighed to himself, finishing the drink in his hand a little too quickly.

He had finally gotten to meet you, to hug you, to smell you. That was weird, yeah, he’s weird, but, did you know you smell like a mixture of roses and strawberries? Like, he was walking through a strawberry field with a bouquet of roses in his hands, on the way to give you said bouquet before falling to his knees to confess his undying love for you. Begging you for a chance to let him love you and hold you for as long as you would let him.

“Mind if I sit here?” A feminine voice rang through his ear on his left side. Eddie didn’t look up, he just nodded, mumbling what sounded like a yes as he stared down at the ice in the glass his hand was wrapped around tightly. “Thanks. Hi, I’ll have a Rum and Coke, please.”

That voice. Eddie knew that voice, he had listened to it everyday for the last two months. Not to mention, he basically drooled over it a few hours prior at the concert.

He stopped, looking up to his left. His eyes widened as he saw you sitting on the barstool next to him. Live and in the flesh.

God, you looked perfect.

Your hair was still holding its curl perfectly while resting against your shoulders, your sparkly stage makeup had been removed from your face leaving a more natural look but, damn, you still looked drop dead gorgeous. Instead of the pale pink sparkly mini skirt and matching top you wore during the concert, you now had the same baggy jeans from the meet and greet and a sweatshirt with your name on it. Wearing your own merchandise, huh? Damn, that’s hot.

You smiled as Mark slid the drink your way, leaving you with a flirty wink. “This one’s on the house, princess,” Mark said and Eddie shot him a glare. 

“Oh, why, thank you.” You replied, grabbing the glass in your hand. You brought it to your lips and smiled, sipping on the drink slowly. You glanced at Eddie, nodding at him with that adorable smile of yours. Fuck. “Hi, uh… Eddie, right?” You asked, remembering him all too well from your Meet and Greet earlier in the night. And, I mean, how could you forget him? Not many others showed up to your show with a Metallica shirt, ripped jeans and chains.

Not many people showed up like that but, damn, did you love it.

“Yeah, uh, hi. Uh, yeah, that’s me… Eddie,” he replied, nodding as he set his empty glass down on the bar, releasing his grip from it. “You, uh, remembered my name?” He asked, turning his body towards you slightly in the bar stool.

You smiled, nodding your head before sipping on your drink. “It's a little hard not to remember the name of my biggest fan.” You murmured, setting your drink down on the bar. “How was the show?”

“It was amazing, really good, actually. You always seem to kill it on stage…” Eddie said softly, taking in your appearance yet again. He just couldn't believe you were here in the Hideout and sitting right next to him. He was so scared that he was going to embarrass himself in front of you and ruin any chance he may have with you. Because, he totally believes he has a chance with you, yeah. “What, uh, what are you doing here? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m really glad you’re here and sitting next to me but… I kind of figured you’d be on a tour bus driving as far away from Hawkins as possible right now. You know, getting ready for the next concert of your tour.” He rambled on, stopping at the end to take a breath.

You giggled softly, turning your body towards him. Your left elbow rested on the bar, your chin resting on your palm as a smile appeared on your face. “Why, thank you. I already said it once but, thank you for coming to my show tonight, it means alot. And, I don’t know; I don’t have another show for a couple days so I decided to stay in town for a bit… is that not a good idea? Is it not too fun here in Hawkins?” Your right hand reached for your drink, taking a couple sips as Eddie shrugged.

“Hawkins really isn’t that fun,” he admitted, smiling at the way you gave your full attention to him. Fuck. “But, I don’t know, with a gorgeous girl like you floating around… it might get better.” He smiled, leaning a little closer to you. You blushed softly, smiling at him. You finished your drink and set the glass on the bar. 

“Yeah? Is that so?” You asked, looking at Eddie again. You were able to actually take your time looking at him now, unlike earlier. Pretty brown doe eyes, beautiful yet nervous smile, long and shaggy curls that fell into his face a bit until he repositioned his head. 

“Absolutely. You might make it worth staying here,” he nodded. You smiled again, looking up at Mark as he came over towards you two, asking about drinks. 

“Yeah, I’ll take another Rum and Coke. And a drink here for my friend, Eddie, as well please.” Mark nodded at your words before walking off to make you and Eddie both another drink.  

“Woah, you don’t need to buy me a drink, princess. I’ll survive.”

“Actually, I do. Consider it a birthday gift,” you smiled, looking at Eddie with that stupid perfect grin on your face. “Speaking of, how was your birthday?” You asked, “I’ll have to admit, I’m still feeling slightly honored that you decided to spend your birthday with me.” 

“You already gave me a birthday gift today,” he argued, referring to the solo picture of the two of you from earlier. “But, my birthday was perfect. Actually, I didn’t think it could get better but, somehow, with you next to me… it’s definitely going to go down in history as the best birthday I’ve ever had.” Eddie replied, smiling widely at you. “Not everyday you get to spend your day with your favorite popstar, you know?”

“Oh, I’m your favorite popstar, huh?” You giggled, leaning closer to him. Fuck, that giggle. 

“Well, you’re definitely up there on my list.” Eddie smiled, a chuckle escaping his lips. Mark walked back over and set the drinks down on the bar before he walked away again. You both reached for your glasses, taking them in your hands. 

“Well,” you said, raising your glass. “Happy birthday, Eddie. And, cheers to many more for you.” You and Eddie clinked your glasses together before taking a sip out of them. 

“Thank you,” he replied, nodding. “Make it a note to come to Hawkins on my birthday every year?” He teased. 

“I'll see what I can do,” you responded with a flirty wink.

“You better,” Eddie replied with a goofy smile. You sipped on your drink more, smiling as you looked around the small bar.

“This place is cool,” you commented, looking back at Eddie. “And, you hate Hawkins?” He smiled.

“Not that I hate Hawkins,” he said softly. “More so that it’s a little… boring. Not much really happens here.” He added, shrugging. He watched you with a smile on his face as you continued to look around the bar, your eyes catching the stage in the corner.

“Is that a stage?” You asked, motioning towards the corner as you sipped on your drink. Eddie’s gaze followed your and he nodded, smiling as he took another sip of his drink.

“Oh, yeah! Tons of local bands play there every week, including mine. We play here every Tuesday night.”

“Woah, you're in a band?” You asked, suddenly a bit more interested in the boy sitting next to you. 

“Yeah,” he smiled, blushing slightly as you took more interest in him. “It’s, uh, it’s called Corroded Coffin; we play some more heavy metal sounds. I’m a guitarist and lead singer in it…” Eddied replied, nodding at you.

“Corroded Coffin, huh? Sounds cool,” you giggled, finishing your drink. You set the empty glass on the bar and looked at him, “heavy metal, huh? What makes me stand out so much that you listen to my silly little pop music then?” 

Eddie chuckled nervously, finishing his drink as well. “Well, you’re very pretty, you have an amazing voice and I do have a soft spot in my heart for pop music.” He replied, setting his empty glass down next to yours. “Guilty pleasure music, I guess you can say…”

“Well, I’m honored to be part of your guilty pleasure music.” You smiled, looking at him. “Oh, and I’d absolutely love to see and hear some Corroded Coffin songs, if you’ll show me, that is. I actually do enjoy listening to a heavier metal sound from time to time.” Eddie blushed, looking at you shocked.

“You listen to heavy metal?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “It’s funny, I make pop music but I tend to not listen to that in my free time, actually.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly as he learned more about you. “Huh. It appears there is a lot that I don’t know about you, pop princess.”

“Yeah, I get that alot,” you nodded. “So, you play guitar, huh? That’s a skill I wish I had, I’ve been pushing myself to learn but, I just have very little motivation.” You admitted softly.

“I could teach you,” Eddie suggested, looking at you with a goofy smile. “If you want me to, at least…” 

“I think I would love that, Eddie,” you giggled, looking at him. 

He smiled at your giggle, looking at you. “You’re really pretty,” he said softly, looking at you. You blushed, smiling softly.

“You’re not so bad yourself, you know that Mr. Metalhead?” You replied, causing Eddie’s cheek to turn a slight shade of pink.

And with that you were both leaning closer to each other, eyes glancing at each other’s lips as you moved closer and closer together. Time stopped. Eddie’s ears were ringing and he felt like he was vibrating. You were so close to him, so close. He could see the small freckles on your cheeks, wanting to connect them all like little constellations. He could see the tiny baby hairs that didn’t want to stay down no matter how much hairspray you used, wanting to push them back and play with them gently. He could see the small scar that sat on your forehead from when you face planted on stage one night. He could see everything, and you were so beautiful. 

You smiled your little smile, tilting your head to the side as your lips pressed against his softly. Eddie sighed, the feeling of your lips against his enough to make him weak in the knees. He moved his lips against yours, kissing you back softly as his hand moved to the side of your face. He held your cheek, caressing it even, as his thumb ran along the smooth skin. Your hand moved towards his face as well, pulling him closer during the kiss.

He suddenly forgot where he was. All the noises of the bar around; the clinking of glasses, the yelling of partiers, the sounds of men hitting on women… it was all gone. There was no one else in the room. 

It was just you and him. The way it was meant to be—the way he wanted it. The way he dreamed it would be for the rest of his life; you and him against the world. 

Eddie felt like he was dreaming. Or, he died and went to heaven. He wasn’t entirely sure which was true but he was counting his blessings, and mentally thanking Jeff for those meet and greet tickets because; fuck. That gift just keeps on giving. Literally. 

He wasn’t sure how, he wasn’t sure why, but, he didn’t fucking care about the logistics of all of this.

All Eddie cared about was the feeling of your lips on his neck as he struggled with his keys to the front door of the trailer. That, and the fact that his uncle wasn’t home, otherwise this would be awkward.

He finally got his key in the lock and turned it, pushing the door open. He stumbled inside the trailer, pulling you with him. He kicked the front door shut behind you both and led you to his bedroom, pinning you up against the back of the door. 

“God, you’re so hot,” he mumbled, lips crashing into yours desperately. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer as you kissed him back, your lips moving against his with the same desperate want and need. 

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” you replied, fingers moving through his curls gently. He groaned, his hands finding your hips. He pushed his hips against yours, grinding against you slightly. A slight moan left your lips as your eyes closed and your head fell back against the door. “Fuck, Eddie,” you sighed.

He moaned a little too loudly when he heard you say his name like that, a literal pitiful moan left his mouth as he kissed down your jawline to your neck. He attacked your neck with kisses and nips, his hips still moving against yours with a slow rhythm. “God, princess, you sound so good saying my name like that,” he mumbled, biting down on your neck a little rougher. ”You don’t know how bad I want you.”

You whined at the bite, eyes opening to look down at Eddie. Your fingers ran through his curls, tugging them gently before you looked around his room. Your eyes caught sight of the posters of you on his wall and an accidental laugh left your lips. Eddie pulled away from your neck and looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked, looking at you. “Did I do something wrong?” He continued, hoping you didn’t think this was a huge mistake. 

You giggled a little, shaking your head. “No, sorry, just, you have posters of me on your wall?” You asked, glancing back at the posters that sat above his bed and above his record player. 

Eddie’s cheeks turned a bright red as he turned his head, glancing at the two posters you were talking about. “Look, I just, they came with your vinyl!” He replied, trying to prove a point. “What else am I supposed to do? Let them sit in my closet and collect dust, I mean, look at you!” He added, frantically hoping this wasn’t a weird deal breaker for you. 

Your right hand moved to his face, caressing his cheek gently before you turned his head back to face you. “You’re cute, you know that?” You asked, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “A perfect little fanboy,” you added, kissing his lips again. ”My fanboy.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he nodded, looking at you. “Definitely your fanboy,” he replied, kissing you again. “I wanna make you feel good, please, can I?” He asked, pulling you towards his bed. You nodded, following after him. 

He tugged your sweatshirt up, pulling it up and over your body before discarding it on the floor. He laid you back on his bed gently and crawled on top of you, kissing your lips softly. Slowly, he kissed down your neck and over your chest. Eddie left soft and sweet kisses between your breasts and down your stomach, stopping right above the button of your jeans. He looked up at you, brown eyes glowing and waiting for you to give him the okay to continue.

When you nodded your head, he undid your baggy jeans. You lifted your hips gently, allowing him easier access. He pulled your jeans off gently, tossing them on the floor with your sweatshirt. He sat up on his knees, looking down at you. 

His eyes roamed over your body, committing everything to memory as you laid in front of him in your bra and panties. 

“You’re so beautiful, princess. Fuck,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. “Can I taste you? Please? Been dying to know what you taste like,” he begged, looking at you. 

“Fucking hell, yes. Please,” you replied, watching him pull your panties down. He left soft and sweet kisses on your inner thighs, slowly pushing your legs apart. He looked up at you as he licked a small stripe up your folds, moaning to himself as he tasted you. 

Fuck. You tasted better than he had imagined. So sweet, so… perfect. 

He licked up your folds again, his hands moving under your thighs as he pulled you closer to him, thighs now resting on his shoulders. You moaned softly, fingers tangling into his hair as you watched him. He left soft kisses on your clit, looking up at you as he did so. 

“Fuck, Eddie,” you mumbled, tugging on his curls gently. “You’re good with your mouth, ah,” you added. He groaned at your words, tongue flicking over your clit gently before he sucked on it. His right hand moved closer to your core, his pointer finger and middle fingers teasing your entrance before slowly pushing into you. You gasped at the feeling, back arching up slightly as he slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of you while simultaneously sucking on your clit. “Jesus, Eds,” you whined, pulling on his hair tighter. He groaned against you, speeding up his movements with his fingers. 

“God,” he sighed, looking up at you. “God, you’re so… hot. You’re just so fucking hot. So fucking beautiful, you sound so pretty when you’re saying my name like that. You look so pretty like that. You’re just so… perfect.” Eddie said, leaving more kisses on your inner thighs before he bit down gently, leaving a small mark on your inner thigh. 

You moaned, grinding against his fingers. “Fuck, you gonna mark me up as yours?” You asked softly, watching him leave more bite marks across your thighs. He moaned against your thigh, his hips thrusting against the bed gently at the thought. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled, nodding up at you. “Gonna make you all mine.” He bit down on the plush skin of your thigh again, his fingers curling inside of you as he pumped them. He kissed back up your body, face now inches from yours as he slowed the movements of his fingers. He pumped them slowly, curling them with each pump as he kissed your lips gently.

You kissed him back, moaning as you tasted yourself on his lips. Your fingernails ran down his back gently, scratching at the fabric of his shirt. “Eddie–ah,” you whined, moving your hips up again, grinding against his fingers as he curled them perfectly, hitting your sweet spot. “Gonna, ah, shit, gonna cum,” you moaned, kissing his lips a bit rougher than before. 

“Fuck, princess, cum for me,” Eddie groaned against your lips, speeding up his movements again. You whined his name, head falling back on his pillows as you clenched around his fingers, releasing your juices onto them with a loud moan. He pumped his fingers a bit more, helping you ride out your high as you fell back on his bed. You caught your breath, looking up at him with a sigh. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked his fingers clean of your juices and moaned, looking at you. “Good god, baby, you taste amazing.” 

You blushed and looked up at him, “yeah?” You asked, smiling slightly. You sat up carefully and kissed his lips. “I bet you taste even better,” you mumbled, reaching for his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head, throwing it to the floor. You pushed him back onto his bed and straddled his lap, kissing his lips desperately. Eddie kissed you with the same desperation as his hands moved behind your back, undoing your bra gently. You slid your bra down your body, throwing it to the ground. 

You left soft and sweet kisses down his neck, chest and stomach. When you reached his jeans you left soft kisses on his erection through the denim, looking up at him as you did. You left a flirty wink before you ran your nails along his lower stomach, running over the soft hair that sat directly above his waistband.

Eddie’s breath hitched as he watched you, groaning at the sight in front of him. He had dreamed of this moment more times than he could count but never in a million years did he think it would actually happen. Like, really? Were you real right now? Or was he passed out at the bar in the Hideout?

“Can I take these off?” You asked, looking up at him as you played with the hem of his jeans. He nodded, pushing your hair out of your face gently before running his fingers through it.

“Please, princess,” he said, looking down at you. You undid his jeans quickly, pulling them down. He moved his hips up, making it easier for you to free him from his denim pants. You tossed them behind you and they landed on the floor with a thud. Your nails ran up his thighs and over the fabric of his boxers before you slid your fingers under the waistband, tugging them down gently. 

As you tugged his boxers down, his rock hard erection sprung free, hitting his stomach. You looked up at him, sinking down between his thighs.

“Well, you’re so pretty,” you mumbled, hand wrapping around the base of his cock gently. “So pretty and so big,” you commented, pumping him in your hand slowly. “Not sure if I can take all of this in my mouth but, I really want to try,” you mumbled, looking up at him as you kissed the tip of his cock. “That okay?” You asked, your tongue flicking over the slit on his tip.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eddie moaned, watching you. “More than okay, fuck. Please, do anything you want to me, I’m yours.” You smiled, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock gently. You sucked on it slowly, moaning around him. Eddie whined, his hand running through your hair again as he gathered it gently at the back of your head. 

You moved your head down slowly, taking more of him in your mouth. He watched you, pulling your hair gently as you moved to take more and more of him in your mouth. You made it down about three quarters of the way before you gagged slightly, pulling back from him. You pumped him in your hand and looked up at him. “You’re so big, I’m not sure I can do it,” you said softly, moving back to suck on the tip of his cock gently.

“Fuck, princess, that’s okay,” he groaned, tugging on your locks again. You bobbed your head slightly, taking more of him in your mouth. 

Eddie couldn’t believe what he was seeing; this was definitely everything he imagined and more. Sure, he’d pictured you sucking his cock, but he never thought it would be too big for you to take fully in your mouth. God, you were somehow boosting his ego without even trying. Your sweet eyes looked up at him as you struggled to take him all in his mouth. Every so often you’d gag around him and pull back before going back to what you were doing. 

He moaned every time, watching you proceed to go deeper and deeper for him. He pulled your hair tighter and closed his eyes, groaning as you got him all in your mouth. You moaned around him, looking up at him. He bucked his hips up, causing you to gag loudly but stay where you were, trying to fight through the pain and uncomfort.

“Fuck, baby girl, keep doing that and I’m gonna cum.” Eddie groaned as you went back to bobbing your head slightly. He moaned your name as you took all of him in your mouth again, and he thrusted his hips up against your mouth. He tugged your hair so tightly as he panted, releasing ropes of cum into your mouth. You groaned around him, swallowing it all before you pulled away, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of his cock again. “Holy shit,” Eddie mumbled, shaking his head. “That was better than I had ever imagined.”

“You’ve… imagined that?” You asked, tilting your head slightly as you sat back on your knees on his bed. Eddie sat up, his face turning a bright red color yet again. Damn, he was really out here exposing himself to you, wasn’t he?

“I, uh,” he stuttered, looking around the room. “…no?” He said, sounding more like a question than a statement. “No, because that would be weird and not right.” He mumbled, a giggle escaped your lips as you moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“You sure?” You asked, tilting your head as you looked at him. “Because, I think you’re lying.” You mumbled, fingers trailing small circles on his chest. 

“And if I am?” He asked softly, hands moving to hold your hips. 

“I think that’s really hot…” you replied, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. He groaned against your lips and kissed you back, pulling you closer to him. He laid you back on the bed softly and hovered over you, looking down at you. 

“You are just so incredibly beautiful,” he mumbled, leaving soft kisses on your neck. “I still cannot believe this is happening,” he added, his right hand roaming over your body. He moved up to your chest, squeezing your left breast gently as he continued to kiss down your neck and upper chest. He kissed over right breast, tongue flicking over your hardened nipple. You moaned softly, hands tangling into his hair gently. 

“You’re so sweet,” you purred, tugging on Eddie’s locks. He moaned at the feeling and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking on it softly. You gasped at the feeling, head falling back on the pillows. “Fucking shit, Eddie, I think I’m going to need you to fuck me.” You mumbled, Eddie’s head shot up, looking down at you.

“Yeah?” He asked, sitting up gently. “You want me to fuck you, princess?” He asked, moving towards his bedside table for a condom.

“Want you to fuck me,” you mumbled, running your fingers over his bicep gently as he fished for a condom. “Need you to fuck me,” you added, nails scratching up and down his muscular biceps more.

“Fuck,” he groaned, opening the condom. He stood up, pumping his cock a few times before he slid the condom on slowly. He stood at the edge of his bed and grabbed your thighs gently, pulling you towards him. You squealed softly, looking up at him as he lifted your thighs, moving closer towards you. He teased your folds with the tip of his cock before he pushed in slowly, moaning as he felt you around him. 

You gasped at the feeling, looking up at him. “Eddie,” you whined softly, eyes closing slightly.

“Fuck, princess,” he groaned, filling you up completely. He stayed still for a second before he started to thrust in and out of you slowly. He pulled you closer and your legs wrapped around his body, holding him against you. “Shit,” he mumbled, hands moving down to your breasts. He squeezed your breasts, massaging them as he continued to thrust in and out of you. “So pretty like this, fuck. You look so pretty taking my cock,” he groaned out, leaning down to kiss your lips.

You groaned and kissed him back, hands wrapping around his wrists as he continued to thrust. He picked up the pace a bit, thrusting faster and deeper as he squeezed your breasts harder. 

“Ah, fuck, Eddie, shit,” you moaned, moving your hips against him as he thrusted. “Shit, fuck, you’re so big. You fill me up, god, fuck, made just for me, my perfect fanboy,” you whined, lips moving against his with desperate kisses. He moaned louder, thrusting deeper.

“Fuck, yeah. I’m your fanboy,” he groaned, biting your bottom lip gently before he tugged on it. “You’re my popstar, favorite one ever. Taking my cock so good and sounding so pretty, fuck, your moans sound prettier than your music.”

Eddie released your breasts from his hands and moved his left hand down to where your bodies were connected, rubbing slow and tight circles on your clit. A loud moan escaped your lips as your back arched off the bed, looking up at him. “Eddie, shit,” you moaned, nails scratching down his biceps again. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah?” He asked, thrusting faster. “Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna cum on your favorite fanboy’s cock?”

You moaned, nodding your head repeatedly. “Yeah, fuck, gonna cum on my favorite fanboy’s cock,” you said blissed out as you felt your high come closer. Eddie made one more deep thrust and felt you clench around him. Your head fell back on the bed as you released around his cock, whining at the feeling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered.

“God, fuck, you’re so pretty baby,” Eddie groaned, “I’m gonna cum, fuck.”

“Yeah? Fuck, cum for me pretty boy,” you sighed, feeling completely blissed out. “My perfect little fanboy.” Your legs tightened around his waist, holding him close to you and inside of you. Eddie moaned at your words, his cock twitching inside of you as he released into the condom. He made a couple more thrusts before he groaned. Your legs fell back down and Eddie pulled out of you, helping you steady yourself so you didn’t fall off the bed.

He placed his hands out for you to grab and helped you sit up on the bed gently. You smiled slightly and sat on the edge of his bed, looking at him. “You’re so perfect,” he sighed, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on the lips. He reached for your panties and his Metallica shirt, handing them to you before he slid the condom off, tying it up before throwing it in the trash. You accepted the shirt and panties, sliding them both on before falling back on his bed. He chuckled slightly, looking at you. “You okay, princess?” He asked, you looked at him and nodded.

“Yeah, you just took a lot out of me, fuck, you’re amazing,” you said, smiling at him. “And, you’re coming to bed with me… right?” You asked, he shuffled towards you and smiled.

“As if that’s even a question.” He grabbed his boxers from the floor and slid them on before laying down in the bed, wrapping his arm around your waist gently.

You moved towards him, a smile on your face as you rested your head on his chest. He left a soft kiss on the top of your head and hummed, closing his eyes.

You giggled softly and he opened his eyes, looking down at you. “What?” He asked, pushing your hair out of your face gently with his finger tips. 

“A poster on the ceiling? Really?” You giggled more, pointing to the poster of you on the ceiling. He blushed softly, groaning as he covered his face with his hand. 

“Please don’t start with me,” he mumbled. 

“My perfect little fan boy, huh?” You teased and he turned bright red. 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” He sighed, leaving another soft kiss on your forehead. 

“Oh, I will.” You said, snuggling into his side more as you closed your eyes again. 

Eddie held you close to his body and smiled a little. Tonight was different for him, he didn’t need to listen to your music to help him sleep. Instead, he was able to hold you in bed, listening to your breathing and soft snores.

Yeah, this was way better. 

Eddie woke up the next morning to some knocks on the front door of the trailer. He grunted, rolling out of bed gently. He found a dirty shirt from the floor and slid it on over his body. He stretched, groaning as the knocking continued. He looked at your sleeping form and smiled, remembering everything that happened the night before. He leaned down, leaving a soft kiss on your head before he shifted towards the front door of the trailer.

He glanced around and shrugged when he didn’t see his uncle, huh, must be working a double. 

Eddie opened the front door, Gareth and Jeff standing on the other side. “What?” Eddie groaned, rubbing his face as he leaned against the door.

“Well, good morning, sunshine,” Gareth teased, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We’re just checking in on you,” Jeff added, shooting Gareth a glare.

“I’m fine, why?” Eddie yawned, looking at his friends with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, how were we supposed to know? You left us at the Hideout and just disappeared.” Gareth shot back with a snark tone.

“Damn, chill,” Jeff said, looking at Gareth. “It was his birthday, he probably got wasted and came home to sleep it off.”

Eddie went to open his mouth and reply but he was cut off by you. You called his name and walked towards him in your panties and his Metallica shirt from the night before.

“Eddie,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his waist. “You left me alone in bed,” you added, leaving a soft kiss on his neck.

“Sorry, princess,” Eddie said with a small smirk, arm wrapping around your shoulder gently. 

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, looking up at his friends. You remembered Gareth but didn’t know his other friend. “Oh!” You smiled, nodding at his friends. “Gareth, right? And, I’m so sorry, but I don't believe we have met yet,” you added, looking at Jeff.

“Gareth, yeah,” Gareth replied, staring at you.

“Jeff,” Jeff said, sticking his hand out for you to shake. You smiled and shook it gently.

“Nice to meet you, Jeff. Good to see you again, Gareth.” You smiled at the boys before turning your attention back to Eddie. “Come back to bed when you can, yeah?” You asked, placing a soft kiss on his lips before you turned back towards his room. 

Gareth and Jeff both stared at you as you walked away, retreating back to Eddie’s room with a slight shake of your hips. 

“There’s no fucking way.” Gareth said, looking back at Eddie. “Seriously?! You took her home?!” He questioned, the sound of jealousy evident in his voice. 

“Yeah, I did; so what?” Eddie smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the door. 

“Fuck,” Jeff muttered, still looking in the direction you went.

“Oh,” Eddie mumbled, remembering something. “Thanks for those VIP meet and greet tickets, Jeffy boy.” Eddie smirked. “Now, I must be going, have a good day.” 

Gareth and Jeff just shared a look as Eddie closed the door in their faces, making his way back to his room to be with you again.

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Smoke Signals Masterlist

Eddie x Fem reader - Grumpy!Bartender!Eddie x Shy!Reader

Relocating to the small town of Knife’s Edge in hopes of leaving your old life behind and starting brand new solves all of your problems, right? Wrong. It only creates more and one of them may live right next door. Side effects may include blaring music at 3AM, a scowling neighbor, and one too many shots of tequila on several occasions. (That The Bourbon will not be comping.)

-All chapters with smut will be marked with a *

Ch. 1 - Damn Mailbox

Ch. 2 - Dainty

Ch. 3 - Two Old Fashioneds

Ch. 4 - Boiling Point

Ch. 5 - Cold Eggs

Ch. 6 - Sugar

Ch. 7 - Halloween

Ch. 8 - Sweet as Apple Pie

Ch. 9 - Blue Eyes

Ch. 10 - A Chemistry Lesson

Ch. 11 - TBD

(Future chapters TBD)

Dear Eddie Munson lovers, artists and fanfiction writers/readers alike, may I present to you:

Eddie ‘The Vampire’ Munson but he can turn into a giant demobat!

Main Prompt:

The only indicator that it’s Eddie is his thick, wavy mane that trails down the back of his spine and of course, the shreds of his clothing that hung off his frame, revealing his distinct tattoos and the scarred wounds that were inflicted by the very creature that he had become.

He is beastly in a way that was different from the other monstrosities that roamed the Upside-Down; with his haunched, hulking posture; massive, leathery wings that ended in mean hooks; multitudes of long, lashing tails that struck like angry snakes behind him; and in his maw were rows and rows of viscous, white daggers that glinted when he roared.

Kaz, Vecna had called him. What a fitting name that was, Eddie had thought, clinging to one of the few distant yet clear memories that he had left in a mind that was consumed with hunger and bloodlust. A memory that Vecna had likely torn the name from. Kaz the Bloody-handed. He wondered if it was meant to mock him, to remind him of all that he will and would do under the curse that the sorcerer had put upon him. To remind him why exactly he was allowed to live.

Additional:

He has a half-way form between his most ‘human’ side and his most monstrous side. Includes:

His wings protrude from just under his shoulder blades instead of replacing his arms.

Clawed hands and feet.

All of his teeth are pointy, not just his canines.

He has a singular tail but it’s still very strong.

Dear god, he’s got taller.

Elongated ears like a Tolkien elf.

His eyes are now paler and tinged slightly red.

But no matter what his form is he’ll always:

Hear, smell and see better.

Summon and control other demobats (the others aren’t impossible, just more difficult).

Just like bats, he can use echolocation to navigate and hunt prey.

Run faster.

Hit harder.

Jump higher.

Betray Vecna.

Beat Vecna.

Return home.

Play DnD.

Co-parent.

Play guitar.

Fuck like a rockstar.

Alternative Thought:

What if he was an itty bitty demobat? Like, what if he could control his size and got all small? And you could carry him around in your pocket, or on your shoulder or in your arms?

Holding her back

Eddie Munson x reader warnings: strong language, real angsty, mentions of sexual things, no happy ending. yes, I am an evil fuck.

summary: Eddie feels like he's holding y/n back, and that's where the demise of their relationship starts

authors note: all the young adults are in high school, and so are the party members, Joyce and hopper are together, Billy isn't a pimple on anyone's ass. The upside down never happened. and yes ur dad is Pedro pascal. have fuuun part 1 masterlist

lunch rolled up pretty quick, y/n and Robin joining the hellfire table which was missing its dm, causing Gareth to ask the question on everyone's mind "Anyone see eddie today?" he said as everyone mumbled out a 'no' before looking at y/n who was poking at her food "no clue, I saw him yesterday, but not today, he never came this morning to pick me up" Gareth and jeff exchanged weird looks as they took in y/ns words. silence fell over the table once Eddie had sat down at the front of the table at his usual seat, with y/n and Gareth on either side, everyone noticing the black eye and cut on his lip "Dude, eds are you okay?" Dustin asked as y/n took a brief glance at Eddie "yea peachy" Eddie replied as he looked up at everyone, his gaze lasting longer on y/n who was yet to speak up. everyone continued with their lunch with both y/n and Eddie silent, occasionally stealing glances at each other before Gareth decided to end the tension "You guys going to keep staring at each other? or what?" "can it Emerson would you?" Eddie snapped looking at Gareth as y/n looked at Eddie, while he looked down at his food. everyone continued eating in silence as before they knew it lunch was over, Max and Robin bid y/n goodbye as she didn't move, waiting for her and Eddie to be alone. "you gonna tell me why you're acting like this?" y/n said as she kept her eyes on her rings "I'm fine." he mumbled packing his things before getting up "Eddie can you sit down? you haven't said a thing to me since last night when you practically kicked me out of your house" she said getting up from her seat to look at him "Ive got a deal I can't be late" he said to her his gaze sharp as y/n scoffed "fine, go to your fucking deal. I couldn't care less" she said swinging her bag over her shoulder as she pushed past him to leave the cafeteria. .... the school day was finally over, y/n and Robin walked out together waiting for Steve to come to pick them up and drop them off at y/n's. "I and Steve are heading to this party tomorrow, you wanna come with us?" Robin asked as y/n licked her lips shaking her head "Fridays are movie nights with Dad, it's the only day he gets off in the week, sorry" "What movie are you guys going to watch?" "karate kid, it's one of our favourites" Y/n mumbled as steves car came into view, Robin saluted her friend before getting into steves car, leaving Y/n alone wondering how she's gonna get home. Eddie could feel a pang in his chest as he watched Y/n stand there, letting out a deep sigh as he remembered the look she gave him at lunch, and how she didn't even sit next to him in any of their shared classes. he took a deep breath and gulped, his chest moving up and down as he tried to shake away the overwhelming feeling. .... Friday was seemingly a quick day, well Eddie wouldn't know as he ditched so he could sleep before hellfire. throughout hellfire, he couldn't get the thought of y/n out of his mind. he could see just how hurt she was, he had to do it now, break it all off. he couldn't bare to do it though, he still melted over the picture he's got of them in his wallet, he did it at the grocery store, yesterday afternoon. he's been so lost in thought that he didn't notice he's been humming cant help falling in love by Elvis, one of y/n's favorites. it broke his heart knowing that this is what she needs. he just had to do it. y/n had decided to waste time at the benches after the meeting, knowing her dad would be here in a few to pick her up. she had her earphones in as she was finishing off a sketch of Eddie she was working on. maybe today he'd feel better, finally talk to her so they could go back to how they were, happy and in love all the time. there couldn't be someone else right? y/n's thoughts where a tsunami she couldn't escape, it trapped her with no escape, no safe space. it was only in the instance that Eddie would save her. but he wasn't here, he was the cause of this tsunami. y/n was so deep in thought trying to fixate on her breathing instead of her and Eddies issues that she didn't notice, Eddie Munson in the flesh.

man these Eddie ai voice things r driving me inside. I NEED IT LIKE RN, BUT IM DEADASS BROKE- HELP

Beware The Bitch!

Eddie Munson x reader 

warnings: strong language, slow burn, mentions of sexual things, alcohol and drugs.

summary: The new Kid Gareth falls for Chrissy Cunningham, shame she cant date unless her sister does. but things change when Jeff and Gareth ask for help from none other then Hawkins resident freak and Basketball captain, Jason Carver

authors note: all the young adults are in highschool, and so are the party members, Joyce and hopper are together, Billy isn't a pimple on anyones ass. and the upside down never happened. I might make a playlist for you guys to listen to while reading! have fuuun masterlist - next part :)

PROLOGUE: Welcome to Hawkins High, your typical public High school in Hawkins, Indiana. The year was 1999 and the halls filled with students strategically separated based on social grounds for example, you cant be a geek and sit at the basketball teams table, nor can you be a basketball player and sit at the freaks table, basically monarchies shit. y/n's circle tho, wasn't named. it consisted of Robin Buckley, one of the schools band members. King Steve Harrington, who has probably gone out with every chick that went to Hawkins High. Nancy Wheeler, the head of the Hawkins highs post. Johnathan Byers, the photographer for the Hawkins High post. Argyle Chigliak, Mr high all the time. and of course you couldn't forget the little ones. ..... Black Doc Martins hit the ground of the schools parking lot as y/n grabbed her coffee, backpack and books. closing the door of her 1963 Dodge Dart, almost dropping her Coffee as a hand caught it "Jesus y/n/n, what's up with you this morning?" Steve asked as he could hear deftones blaring from y/n's headphones that rested on her head. she locked her car making sure it was off before throwing her keys in her bag, fixing herself before taking her coffee from Steve "I woke up late, or so I thought before Chrissy decided it would be funny to mess my clock up" She sighed taking a sip of her coffee "what? I don't look that dead, I managed to do my makeup on the way here, why does it look bad?" She asked looking at Steve worried "you look great, and your makeup looks great like everyday, Steve is just being an asshole!" Robin said joining her friends as she put a an arm around y/n's shoulder, y/n looked through her bag as she pulled out a compact she assumed was Chrissys, realizing her makeup did look like everyday. mascara concealer under her eye and on her nose, eyeliner on her waterline, highlighter on the inner corner of her eye and eyelid as well as long her eyeliner mid way. blush and highlighter on her cheeks as well as highlighter on her nose along with purple tinted lips "you dick" she said pushed Steve as she put the compact in her bag and taking a sip of her coffee Robin laughed as Steve bumped into someone apologizing to the curly haired boy, whom he didn't recognize. Gareth watched him walk away, as he scratched his head, looking at the paper he was given "you lost?" a dark skinned boy asked as he approached Gareth "uh-yea. trying to find the guidance counselors office. I'm Gareth" he said as Jeff nodded "Jeff, ill show you man come on. nice badge, you like Sabbath?" Gareth nodded as he Jeff walked along into the school "yea one of my favorite bands actually..." The brunette trailed off as a girl with strawberry blonde hair moved past him "Ah- Chrissy Cunningham. Queen of Hawkins, I wouldn't try buddy, her dad has a strict no dating rule, unless in the case that her sister gets a boyfriend." Jeff explained as Gareth eyes followed Chrissy to her friends "that right there. is y/n Cunningham, the evil witch of Hawkins" Jeff said as he pointed to y/n, who ripped off a poster about prom and threw it in the trash, right in front of the girl who put it up. "no guy has ever gotten to a first date with her. two out of three ended up in the hospital and one is no where to be found" Jeff chuckled as he led Gareth to the office "I'll see you during lunch, man" Jeff said as he walked off leaving Gareth alone to wait outside the counselors office ... "So, Gareth. Here we go." Miss Sam said as she opened Gareth's folder, her eyebrows furrowed as she dropped her glasses from her head to the tip of her nose "9 schools in 10 years, my my... Army brat? impressive" She said nodding as she looked at the boy who looked around the office before looking back at the older woman, giving her a small smile, as Gareth went to open his mouth to answer her, she quickly interrupted "That’s enough. I'm sure you won't find Hawkins High any different than your old school. Same little asswipe shit-for-brains everywhere, so good luck!" the old lady said shocking Gareth with her use of words

"Excuse me. Did you just say... Am I in the right office?" he asked confused as he looked around before looking back at her "Not anymore you’re not. I’ve got deviants to see and a novel to finish. Now scoot. Scoot!" she yelled at him as he grabbed his bag quickly leaving but not before he bumped into, Hawkins resident freak, Eddie Munson. "I-uh, excuse me" the shorter boy mumbled as he walk off confused. "Ah, Eddie Munson, I see our visits are weekly now." She said looked at him through her glasses "only so we can have our lovely moments, love. should I hit the lights?" he grinned as he leant against the doorway "Oh very clever, devil boy. Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria?" "I was joking with the lunch lady. It was a bratwurst." he shrugged as he looked up at the ceiling before back at her, giving her his signature Eddie Munson smirk as she took a glance as his groin suspiciously "Aren’t we the optimist? Next time keep it in your pants, okay? Scoot!" she said brushing him off as he rolled his eyes, leaving the office and heading off. ... Thunder kiss '65 by White zombie could be heard coming from her headphones, as she unlocked her locker, stuffing whatever she didnt need for the first three periods and slamming it, jumping once she saw Chrissy "Jesus, Chris." she mumbled moving one of her headphones off her ear "Sorry, I was wondering if you've got any ya know, I ran out." she said fiddling with her fingers as y/n nodded "uh, hold this" she said handing Chrissy her coffee before digging through her backpack "there we go" she said discreetly handing two pads to her sister "come find me if you need anymore" she said as Chris nodded "thanks" she said taking a sip of y/n's coffee before handing it back to her "hey-" she said as she sighed "Good morning" Nancy said standing next to y/n on the other side "Hey Nance, where's Johnathan?" y/n asked as she handed Nancy her coffee "Argyles van broke down, so he's getting him off of whatever road he decided to take now" She shrugged looking into y/n's locker "you really need to get organized" the brunette said as she looked into her friends messy locker "its not as bad as everyone makes it out to seem, calm down" y/n chuckled as she slamming her locker shut, locking it again as she took her coffee from her friend "thanks. you ready for English?" Nancy nodded holding her binder close to her "yea, EP is so easy, dunno why the guys and rob say it isn't" she shrugged as y/n chuckled again "yea well, the inside of Steves head is more hair then brain so, not too surprised" she said as she took her final sip of her coffee before Jeff bumped into her "Jesus, watch where you're going!" she snapped before walking off with Nancy who scolded her, Gareth shocked as he watched her walk off "see not easy to talk to" Jeff said brushing the interaction off as he and Gareth continued their path ... "I loved it, it was sooo romantic" Tammy Thompson spoke as she held her hands close to her chest, causing y/n to visibly cringe looking back at her as she rolled her eyes "Romantic? Hemingway?! He was an abusive alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers." y/n shrugged keeping her gaze forward as she rolled her eyes "As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag who has no friends? take a chill pill sweetheart, it'll help with your period" Jason spoke as Andy patted his back "pipe down, blonde. cause Some day you’re gonna get bitch-slapped and I’m not gonna do a thing to stop it." Mr. Morgan spoke staring at jason, y/n's rings clinked together as moved to turn around "I guess in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time." she said glaring back at Jason before looking at Mr. Morgan who sighed putting his hands up "lord I give up" .... Hope you enjoyed it!!

10 things I hate about you!

I will link the new chapters every time I published a chapter :) ●trope: rom-com couple ●warnings: strong language, smut, you could say slow burn, ansgtyyyy

<<if you haven't watched the movie, this could spoil it for you>> Eddie Munson x reader ●Masterlist: Beware The Bitch!

Eyes up

Pairings: dom!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Drabble

Warnings: NSFW content. Smut, dom!eddie, rough!eddie, pet name (princess), multiple orgasms. 18+ only. Minors DNI!

It was too much. How many orgasms had Eddie pulled from you by now? Two or three? No, those were just from his mouth and fingers. How many had he pulled from you just from spearing you on his cock? At least two.

He’d been relentlessly pounding into you, working out all of his frustrations on your sweet, abused little cunt. You watched the flush invade his neck and chest, saw how his abdomen twitched with his movements before finally eyeing where the two of you were connected. A particularly hard thrust sent your eyelids squeezing close, head thrown back and spine arching into him. Not a second later a ring clad hand harshly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look into a pair of big, brown eyes.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare look away,” he gritted, punctuating each syllable with a snap of his hips, his pubic bone grinding against your swollen clit. “Eyes up, princess, we’re nowhere near finished.”

Glassy Eyes

Pairings: Eddie Munson x reader

Drabble

Warnings: NSFW. Smut, dirty talk, rings (yes, they are a warning when worn by Eddie Freakin Munson), pussydrunk!Eddie, cockdrunk!reader, slight dumification kink. 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

“Oh, look at you,” he chuckled breathlessly. “So pretty. Looks so pretty when you get that glassy look in your eyes. Lets me know how dumb you’ve gone, baby. How stupid my cock makes you. Can you even say anything? Can you speak?”

Leaning over you on one elbow, Eddie swipes a finger through your sticky folds, a ring catching against your sensitive clit. It sends tremors through your entire body and a gasp falls past your kiss-swollen lips.

“Ahh,” he mocks, a shit-eating grin etched into his features. “There she is. You gonna sing a little more for me, darling?”

Good Use

Pairings: dom!Eddie Munson x sub!reader x switch!Steve Harrington

Drabble

Warnings: NSFW content. Smut, sir kink, slight choking/choking kink, threesome, praise kink. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

AN: My first smut/drabble. Welcome to constructive (friendly) criticism, thank you!

Tangling long, guitar-calloused fingers into your hair, scratching your scalp Eddie took your jaw in his grasp. He hovered over you, bending down to your kneeled height, his hard cock standing at attention against your back. Eddie held your head in place to watch Steve lazily stroke himself in front of you. Eddie turned your gaze up to him before he bent further to pepper short pecks across the expanse of your neck.

“You see that, sweetheart?” He murmured breathlessly against your cheek. “See how hard you make him? Make me? See how much we want you?” All you could muster was a gentle nod as your attention was too focused on the steady movement of Steve’s hand over his reddened tip. Your voice seemed to fail you until the hand holding your chin found itself wrapping deft fingers around your throat. “We use our words here, babydoll. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered out as his fingers squeezed in the middle of the sentence, the last syllables coming out like a wheeze. You were dying to touch them. Dying to be touched. Desperate to put yourself to good use for either the metalhead or the former high school king, but preferably you’d be used by both.

“Sir, huh?” He teased with a laugh that vibrated against your skin. “Yeah, I like how that sounds coming out of your pretty mouth. But I’d like it better if you put that tongue to good use.” He stood in front of you now, blocking the view of a smirking Steve and filling your doe-eyed gaze with his own hard cock. “Oh, and Harrington, since you’re so quiet why don’t you show our girl what your tongue can do too?”

Blurb:

Just my brain being turned on by hands. 🤷‍♀️

Eddie Munson loves teasing. It comes second nature to him.

He’d slip his hand around your throat anytime he was standing behind you. Giving it a tight squeeze then dragging his palm down your breast before settling on your hips.

He’d pretend his rings got caught in your hair to hear the little whine escape you when he pulled it.

He’d touch you in the gentlest ways yet so heated. Running his fingers in circles up your calf or down your spine.

He wanted you begging for his attention, his hands, his mouth, his cock.

If I write Wally Clark x reader, Rafe Cameron x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, etc. here ranging from fluff to smut to angst would you read it?

Masterlist

Hawkins 68.8

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

Word Count: 15.9k

Content: Fluff

Summary: When Eddie Munson starts paying attention to the host of Hawkins best radio station, he finds himself transfixed with a mystery. Who is Radio Girl?

**Hiya! I have an idea for a really heartbreaking epilogue to this little one shot. Let me know if you're interested! I hope to have more stuff coming out soon.**

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"HEY THERE HAWKINS! Boys and girls, ladies and gents, preppy snobs and the rest of you normal folk, it's a lovely 30 degrees on this Manic Monday morning. So, I suggest a sweater or jacket unless you're expecting help from that 'special' someone. If you're hoping to be late for work or school, take Addams Ave. Seems a log truck has tipped over, or maybe God's playing Lincoln Logs. Either way, a great way to waste forty-five minutes on your morning drive. Well, that's all the news for this sleepy town at the top of the hour. It's 6am, March 3rd guys. This has been your best friend, nagging mother, annoying little sister, girl in the hall, fantasy mystery girl starting off your morn by opening your mind. Let's get back to the music! Here's Van Halen..."

Thundering drums shook the floor of the trailer. The vibration was enough to start lulling him back to sleep. Crashing symbols finally jerked the boy fully awake, half scaring him to death. Eddie was surprised to find it more appealing than his usual wake up call from his Uncle. One thing was sure, his blood was pumping now. He found himself humming along as he got around for school. The older man was making breakfast, both looking tired from his late shift and pleased thanks to the radio.

"This station is alright," Wayne noted, turning the music down now that Eddie was awake. That was high praise from the man.

"Better than what you usually wake me up with," Eddie chuckled and listened, fully amused, as his Uncle grumbled about how disappointing it was that no one listened to Johnny Cash anymore. They shuffled around one another in a familiar rhythm. Plates were filled with eggs and toast. Coffee was poured. Songs began to switch in the background, never something Eddie recognized but not overall terrible. Better than anything the other radio stations around Hawkins played.

"I like the girl," Wayne commented when his plate was finally clean.

"What girl?"

"The one who hosts the show. C'mon Ed, you're smarter than that."

Eddie sighed, pushing the food around on his plate. "Oh. I always tune out the announcers. It's not like anything they say will matter for me."

"Well that's a load of bull. I know you don't exactly like it here, but maybe there are some things worth hearing about." Wayne was always trying to get Eddie out into the town. Eddie assumed it was because his Uncle wanted him to get a job or a life outside of his interests. It never occurred to him that Wayne might want his nephew to be seen as the good kid he actually was. But before Eddie could argue, Wayne was turning up the volume once more.

"That was Burning Down The House, Talking Heads. This short little break is to remind folks that Cookie Season is almost over! Only a few more weeks left to order those tantalizing, hip widening, good for the soul, Girl Scout Cookies. Hawkins Troop 815 will be down by Bradley's Big Buy from 4 to 5pm, Monday through Thursday. Ring the station for more direct information and help those girls get to summer camp!

And of course we can not forget that Spring Break is on the way. Hawkins YMCA, in conjunction with the Public Pool, are hosting free swimming lessons for kids four to eight. Jerry and Gina want to thank all the listeners who got out and donated to make this opportunity possible.

Last thing gang, Hawkins High and Middle School will be  doing a book drive starting at the end of March. They want to get the word out to you fine people early to put it on your calendars! All books will be split between the Elementary, Middle, and High School. Get some forgotten books into the hands of an excited kid. We're taking everything from textbooks to comic books, so get to boxing!

That's enough of me. Thanks so much for this special request song, may it remind you of your dwarvish homeland while on adventures dear Nog."

So many things surprised Eddie that he wasn't sure what to latch onto. For one, his uncle was smiling a great deal. Two, the radio announcer was a girl. Three, she'd just mentioned Dustin Henderson's Dungeons and Dragons character as the person who sent in a special request. And four, Dio was playing on the radio. Rainbow in the Dark. So many thoughts raced through his head, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. He didn't have a lot of time to ruminate on things before his uncle was lecturing him again.

"Like that girl. See son, you've got so many things goin' on that you can take advantage of. Sure they'll need help at that book thing that's coming up. You like to read. Could be a good time."

"Not sure they'll like havin' me. My grimey fingers getting all over the books," Eddie sighed, pushing away his plate. His mind was still on overdrive about the announcer.

"Never know 'til ya ask. Plus you could learn a few things from that show. This morning, right when I was getting off work, there was a whole talking section about the detriment of societal structures. Something about how school popularity contests are taking away from the real purpose of group education. Didn't mean a ton to me, but sounded like something you'd agree with." With that, Wayne ruffled the boy's mop of hair and drug himself to the couch to sleep.

For a moment, Eddie sat perplexed at the small kitchen table. The music surrounded him, comfortable and familiar. His foot absentmindedly tapped along while his thoughts raced out ahead of him. He didn't think any girl at Hawkins High would openly defy the popularity caste system. And she had to be a student, she knew Henderson. The only person that kid knew outside of the school was Steve Harrington. Eddie was lucky that the radio volume was still up, or else he would've stayed locked in his thoughts when the most important announcement was given.

"Alright people, coming up is our non-stop hour of rock. You know what that means! It's 7am. See you all on the other side."

If it wasn't for that, Eddie definitely would have been late for school.

***

"Phew. Right, okay. Set the cassettes in the player... timer on for automatic switch over..." You felt the sting of stress in your forehead as you concentrated on the machines. Though you'd set this up over a hundred times at this point, the process always offered a heavy wave of anxiety. Even the thought of dead air was something you couldn't allow; it had happened once and the police had been called - someone thought you were having some emergency. Luckily the old sheriff didn't hold it against you. Even more luckily, Mr.Clark had done all the talking and you didn't have to face the terrifying prospect of directly communicating with anyone new.

"All set?" The teacher poked his head in the door.

"All set."

"Good because you'll have to book it," The man swung open the AV room, more like closet, door and waved a frantic hand.

You followed his prompting, throwing your bag over your shoulder and rushing down the hall.

"Thanks Mr.C!" The call over your shoulder stopped him by the side door, him needing to head back across the parking lot to the middle school.

He gave a wave, accompanied by a reminder, "Don't forget Kaminsky is helping you lock up today!"

A brief nod was all the response you had time for. The crowds had already thinned, allowing for faster travel in the hallways. By the time the bell rang, you were non-discriptly slipping into your seat. Incessant chatter rattled around the classroom. It was easy to let the white noise lull your sleep deprived body. A sudden rapping on your desk brought you back to reality. Ahead of you, a stern looking older man was forcing together fluffy gray eyebrows. The look was harsh, but the words he muttered were layered with a kinder tone.

"Take a nap in study hall y/l/n, not my class."

"Sorry Mr. Kaminsky," Your hands brushed through your hair as you gave a sheepish smile. The tiniest relaxation of his brow confirmed he wasn't truly upset.

Conversations dwindled to hushed whispers as the man took command of the room. Cool sunlight flushed the blackboard, chilly air penetrated the window panes and seeped through your clothes. Now shivering and scribbling pencils accompanied the rhythm of murmurs around you. Staring at your own notes, you couldn't help but focus in on the gossip around you over the repeat introduction of Newton's laws.

"I couldn't believe it! That freak took up the whole lesson yesterday asking questions about ... I don't even remember... like narration something? ...Basically how a book should like, be structured to make sense. We spent the whole lesson! Like, excuse me psycho, but some of us want to just get the answers for the test and move on."

"Ugh. If that devil worshiper thinks anyone's gonna care about some freak story he comes up with - he's even crazier than he acts."

"Bet it'd be some like, horror thing. Like a sacrifice manual."

The conversation dissolved into cruel snickers. Your expression had tightened, frustration building in your chest. Still, the lack of sleep had left your mind unprepared to hold back your sharpened tongue. "Yes, because having a genuine academic interest in something must be a mark of the beast. Everyone knows shopping is close to godliness."

"What?" The girl behind you shrieked. Your pencil ripped a gash across the page, eyes widening a fraction and jaw clenching closed. You held your breath and silently gave thanks for Mr.Kaminsky handling his classroom.

"Miss Charmichael! Is there something confusing about Newton's Laws of Motion?" The old man's tone was just as harsh and biting as your own. You had to bite your lip harshly to keep from laughing.

"N-no! Y/l/n said something and-"

"Has anyone here ever heard Miss y/l/n speak out of turn?"

Suddenly your face was burning. It seemed particularly cruel of the teacher to embarrass you whilst dealing with the bratty girl behind you. But, you guessed it was fair - seeing as you had been talking during the class. The classroom was uncomfortably quiet under the hawk-like eye of Kaminsky. However, he actually seemed to want an answer this time, refusing to move on with the lesson while his question was unfulfilled. Truthfully, you were close to confessing just to get out of the discomfort.

Then someone came to the rescue.

"Y/l/n talk in class? Never."

You couldn't help but crane your head around, glancing past the obnoxious girls behind you to the lab table beside them. There, sharing a mischievous smile, was none other than the 'freak' Charmichael was talking about: Eddie Munson.

He locked eyes with you for a second. An incredibly brief flash of a softer, yet guarded look passed over his features. You quickly turned back to face your desk. The last thing you wanted was any more attention.

"First question you've answered in my class Mr.Munson, and correctly too. May this nice turn of events continue." Kaminsky nodded and returned to the lesson.

Your notes, however, were no longer focused on the laws of motion. Instead, a new radio discussion was taking shape on the page.

***

Eddie's day was starting off better than he'd expected. Good music thanks to his Uncle and this new Hawkins radio station, having y/l/n stick up for him before class could even begin, and the mystery of this radio jockey to keep his mind occupied. Y/l/n had quickly evaded him when he tried to say thank you. The poor girl's face went white. Her grip on a particularly thick collection of Poe stories tightened. She offered only a hasty nod before disappearing down the hall. Her doe eyed expression had brightened his smile even more. He couldn’t help it, she was positively adorable. Eddie hoped he hadn't scared her.

His thoughts didn't linger there much longer as a curly headed fiend dropped into his seat. The cafeteria was crowded and loud, but Eddie was too focused to let anything other than the mystery take hold of him. Dustin Henderson had the answer to his question and he was going to get it out of him no matter what.

"Man, everyone is so testy today. I kid you not! Mrs.Click is totally out to get us. I dropped my pencil and she chewed my head off. I -" Dustin rapidly rambled, organizing his lunch before cutting himself off with a large bite.

"Great. Who's the radio girl?"

Dustin nearly choked. Mike stiffened, shooting a look at Lucas before shoving his own lunch in his mouth. Apparently having a full mouth was the first safe guard to not answering Eddie's question.

"Who are you talking about?" Lucas gave a lackluster performance.

"Well I'm not sure, that's why I asked. Woke up this morning to an energetic voice giving out a special request song to Nog. Figured that few people knew of that guy, so you have to know her. Right Dustin?" Eddie kept eyeing the boy, leaning forward to help increase the pressure.

"I- uh, psh, I dunno what you're talking about. Eddie, man, dude, there's no way I know about someone you don't know about."

"Wow. That was crap." Mike's voice was deadpan.

Dustin, immediately, fought back, "Thanks Mike! You're really helping out here. Think you could do more than sit on your ass? Party sticks together man. Coulda backed me up!"

The two boys began bickering animatedly. Eddie sighed, shaking his head before ultimately intervening.

"That's enough. I don't care who tells me. I just want to know how you three losers know this radio girl."

Lucas, Mike, and Dustin shared looks of concern. Then, their shoulders slumped in and Eddie knew he'd won.

"We know her from AV club," Mike answered slowly.

"You're in another club?" This took Eddie off track for a moment.

The boys nodded. Mike continued, "We did it mostly in middle school. But y-... our friend, she was the only member for years so she came over and helped us out when Mr.Clark started it up again."

Before Eddie could ask his next question, Lucas was already answering it. "We can't tell you who she is, man. She's like, really really shy. Even though she's older than us, she was terrified the first time we met her."

"Seriously. She's great, awesome, stupid smart, but meeting you would probably kill her." Dustin shook his head.

"Are we talking about the same person? The one who apparently gives radio shows calling out how dumb popularity is and plays decent music? She's shy?"

"Deathly dude. Why do you think she runs a radio show?" Dustin looked at Eddie as if he'd just cheered over a nat one.

Lucas continued to flex his emotional maturity, calmly and clearly stating the situation. "She has a hard time talking in front of people. That was why she joined AV club in the first place. It's a lot easier for her to communicate over the phone or walkie. Somehow it got her excited enough to start the show. We give her requests and she uses our D&D names so no one knows it's her."

"Oh."

"Yeah, so you can't just go asking around and trying to figure it out, okay? It's like a big deal. She'd totally be hounded every day. No one can know. And dude, imagine being absolutely terrified of talking to people and then loud mouth of the school Eddie Munson shows up trying to talk to you. It'd scare you to death." Mike interjected.

"I'm not a loud mouth!"

"Eccentric then," Dustin rolled his eyes.

"You do realize this makes me want to figure it out more, right?" Eddie sighed, clearly frustrated by his friends.

"You can either track her down and cause her to panic, or you can leave her alone and keep the best radio station in Hawkins going. That's up to you man," Dustin shoved a finger into Eddie's shoulder.

Their table sat in an awkward silence for a moment, no one quite sure what to say after the freshman had dressed down their fearless leader. Everyone seemed lost in thought.

"I'll leave it alone... for now," Eddie relented. "I'd never want to scare anyone."

"You're not scary!" Dustin squealed, now overcome with guilt from playing into the rest of the school's view of him.

"We just mean, like you're an excitable guy and talk loud and that would totally make her feel insanely shy." Lucas explained.

"Let's- let's listen! The show's on now!" Mike suggested.

"How? It's lunch?"

All the boys smiled softly and shrugged at Eddie. It was clear they enjoyed holding some information over their dungeon master.

"She's just that good," Dustin beamed.

***

"Today's Lunchtime Layout is an offshoot of the Five AM Free Meeting. We're continuing to look into the current state of education. Parents and teachers alike are in an uproar over the low testing scores. If you're looking for a way to bolster education, here's your sign. Lunchtime Layout proudly presents... How Music and Art helps your kids more than Sports -"

You heard your voice switch off from one of the tables as you passed by. Focusing on the surprisingly decent lunch on your tray allowed you to hide the smile that crept onto your lips. It was funny to see the athletes pissed off. They were too stupid to understand that almost none of them could score a scholarship with just their atheletic performance, which just proved your Lunchtime Layout even more. Still, somewhere in the cacophony of voices, your own could still be heard. At least someone thought you were still worth listening to.

Clattering your tray next to Robin, a girl from your band class, you let yourself be content in her conversation. Robin could always talk enough for the both of you - it's part of what made her a good friend.

"D'you think that Kaminsky is an alien? I wouldn't be surprised. The way he runs things feels so foreign, weird. I swear I heard him speaking another language the other day. Just out of the blue! Like he forgot English. That's some alien crap, right?"

You chuckled, as always finding Robin amusing. "It's Polish. His family's from Poland, they escaped to America because of World War II. Thought you would recognize it since you supposedly speak Russian."

"Okay we'll circle back to that in a minute because you just said three full sentences. In a row. At lunch," Robin was very surprised. You must've still been tired.

"Don't get used to it," You teased before starting to eat.

She returned to her theory stating that instead of an alien, Kaminsky could be a secret agent posted here in Hawkins to ensure that Russians didn't take control of the town - cause 1) clearly the Russians would need control of Hawkins, Indiana and 2) the Polish hate the Russians right?

You weren't so sure about that, but continued to let her babble. It was hard to miss that your own voice was still cutting through the crowd. Most people had turned off the discussion, not willing to let their popularity status be questioned by a random stranger. But there was someone listening. And before you could stop yourself, you were scanning the room for the sound.

Dustin Henderson looked right at you and then immediately away. That boy couldn't be more obvious if he tried. An eyebrow raised as you waited for him to flick his eyes back to you. With a simple nod you directed his attention and gave a small excuse to Robin.

"Vending machine. Want anything?"

"Yoohoo if they have it."

"You do realize that you can get actual chocolate milk in the cafeteria, right?" You couldn't help but scold her a bit.

"I see nothing wrong with Chocolate drink," She chuckled, shooing you away.

Rowdy conversation attacked your ears as you slipped through the lunchroom practically unnoticed. Irritated grumbles from the basketball team caused you to quickly skirt their realm of influence, coming up to the vending machine just behind the curly haired kid. Dustin pretended to be thinking.

"You don't have any change, do you?" You rolled your eyes.

"Didn't expect to have a secret spy mission today," He retorted.

"Well, you tell me what you're acting so squirrely about and I'll get you whatever you like." You knew bribery would do wonders. Afterall, you were bribing him to be on your side.

"Even... Reece's Pieces?"

"You heard me, Henderson."

"We were listening to the show."

"See I gathered as much. Why did you stare at me, dummy?"

"Couldn't help it. Eddie was asking and-"

"What?"

You whipped Dustin around to look at you, fear being held just behind your stony countenance. The poor kid cowered for a moment before recognizing this similar frustration and hanging his head in shame. You moved him out of the way and bought the candy and a soda. With strict gestures, you handed the package out to the boy. Your words were stringent, "Please, just... Dustin I-I can't-"

"I know. We have your back. Swear."

A bit of a smile tickled the corner of your lips. At least you could always count on these dorks.

"Thank you. Oh, and let me know if they ever get that new microphone in at Radio Shack."

And then, just as you were turning to leave, you fully registered what Dustin had told you.

"Wait... Eddie Munson?"

***

Eddie was perplexed. It seemed to be the theme of the day. He drowned himself in the words coming through the walkie ahead of him. An inspiring speech, a clear concise argument built off of interviews and sound science, as well as a complete and unyielding passion held Eddie's attention tightly. He'd never heard anyone speak so candidly. He'd never thought anyone could validate his interests with such fervor and true excitement. In the crowded, painfully loud cafeteria, all Eddie could hear was this radio voice.

When the boy turned to comment to his friends, Dustin was missing. Eddie couldn't help but look for him. He was nearly back at their table, candy pouring into his hand. The boy downed a handful, a smile appearing on his face.

"Where did you get that?" He barked.

Dustin's eyes went wide before offering a clearly fake shrug. "The vending machine, dummy."

"You never have money for the vending machine. Why'd you even go up there?" Lucas eyed him. A blatant look of 'stop asking' was shared. It didn't take long for Eddie to connect the dots.

"She's here?"

The three boys were struck with fear. They began clamoring over one another, desperetly trying to keep Eddie from doing anything rash, reckless, or downright stupid. He'd never seen them beg like this before. It reminded him that just minutes ago they were telling him to back off of the radio girl, to not stress out their extremely shy friend. At least he could trust their loyalty - seeing them rabidly snapping at him proved as much.

He held a finger up to his lips. "I'm just surprised is all. I haven't even looked around the room yet -" Though the more he fought his curiosity, the more he wanted to give into it - "Just let me listen to the rest of this. Okay?"

He pulled the walkie closer to him, getting distracted by the conversation again. The band teacher was explaining how all students involved in a musical pursuit within the school, on average, scored higher on math testing. Radio girl then added that students involved in theatre or vocal music tended to achieve higher standards in English and Literature in comparison to non-artistically involved students. Eddie was blissfully unaware of the younger boys watching him, cataloging every tiny nod and slight smile at the girl's words. They didn't miss the subtle disappointment that wrinkled his forehead as the segment came to a close. Nor did they miss the sparkle in the boy's eye when the Live at Five Q&A segment was mentioned.

***

Eddie sped home that afternoon, immediately turning on the radio and sitting ceremoniously by the phone. As soon as the number was laid out for callers, he dialed at lightning speed. His leg bounced rapidly as the line rang over and over. Eddie almost hung up when a few other people got answered before him. It was stupid to be waiting on some unseen person to answer a question he hadn't even come up with yet. Why was this such a big deal anyway? He was acting irrational and-

"Hey there, you're on the air! What's your name?"

Eddie froze. Sure he'd just imagined it, he went back to waiting. The radio hissed, empty.

"Hello? Anybody home?"

"Yes! Hi! Hello!" He nearly jumped out of his seat. His own voice echoed back to him.

"Phew, thought I'd lost ya there. What's your name?"

"Um, Ed-ward. Edward."

"Well, Edward, what's your question?"

Eddie wasn't sure what was going on. He hadn't thought this far ahead when it came to talking to, finding this radio girl. Luckily, his mouth was already running ahead of him. It had offered a fairly thoughtful question.

"Your discussion earlier talked about the academic success of artistic and musical students. I'd consider myself those things, but I haven't done well in school at all. What should I do?"

"Hmm." The girl's voice was soft, pressed as tightly to his ear as he could get it through the receiver. "Okay... do you test well?"

Eddie was surprised. He didn't think he was going to be answering any questions. "Uh, yeah. I guess so?"

"And do you happen to be heavily dedicated to a few, highly specific creative endeavors?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with it?"

"Edward, my friend, I have a possible answer to your question. The fact is, most artistically gifted students have a difficult time being successful in school. Current curriculums don't satisfy the creative instinct nor the competitive drive. Seeing as you hyper focus and test well, I'd wager you have some sort of Attention Deficit Disorder. Now, I'm not a psychologist, but the chance is high. It would explain how commonplace studies don't interest you and therefore your focus turns to more satisfying pursuits such as music and stories. Most artistic types are what psychologists call, neurodivergent. Basically, our brains don't work the same as other peoples. That's why normal methods don't always work for you. Things that can help include making games out of studying, imploring methods to keep you working - reward systems."

Eddie seemed transfixed. Other than the kids, no one ever deigned to speak to him as an equal. Classmates looked down on him, condescended to him. Teachers either did the same or spoke over his head. Who the hell was this girl? Before their conversation could continue, a strange and angry tone buzzed through the radio and phone.

"Hang on there. Stay on the line," The girl said into the phone. Then her voice was loudly coming through the speakers again. "Thanks for the question! That was the signal for our music break folks. We'll be back with more questions after this."

Laid back guitar riffs filled the empty space her voice left behind. Eddie hung onto the phone, not willing to hang up but unsure he'd heard her correctly.

"Hey, still there?"

He'd heard her correctly. Eddie wasn't sure why he was so nervous. It felt like a delicate situation, music in the background as he now conversed with the girl off the air.

"Y-yeah, I'm still here."

"Good. I just wanted to say... you're not stupid. Whatever you have going on, just know that. Okay?"

Eddie was frozen again.

"Edward?"

He smiled at her using his full name. No one ever did that. He wasn't sure why he'd given it except it made him feel less like 'Eddie the freak'. He didn't know who she was and she wouldn't know who he was. It felt right. Dramatic irony even.

"Thank you, Radio Girl." He couldn't help but smile.

"Anytime."

***

Eddie was howling. Tears were forming in his eyes and he had to gasp to catch his breath. A chorus of giggles continued on the other end of the line. It was a killer sound. For the fifth afternoon in a row, his right ear was glued to the phone. Somehow their discussion of reader engagement had turned into a chat about Dracula, which had then dissolved into campish, drawn out, terrible jokes. Still, they were both laughing.

He'd slowly figured out things about the girl. She was in fact a student at Hawkins, likely a senior as she was taking the few advanced classes the school offered. He was certain they even had classes together: English and Physics to be exact. Radio Girl loved high fantasy, having nearly gone to tears discussing Arwen's plight of troth to Aragorn - a fact that surprised Eddie with a weak-kneed response. Even more than high fantasy, she adored gothic literature. He could remember the exact English project she'd done, detailing the history of the gothic writer's 'party'. A near thirty minute presentation discussing how Mary Shelley, her husband, and Lord Byron created both Frankenstein and Vampires over one hang-out. Hearing her talk about it again had pulled every memory back.

Except, of course, who she was.

"It just is so damn funny that Polidori and Bram Stoker thought Lord Byron was so damn dramatic that he'd be the perfect person to shift the vampire character to. I love the idea of this overly dramatic dude being considered a supernatural creature ‘cause he dislikes people and pulls chicks left and right!"

"I can't imagine Dracula any other way. Dude, when I learned about who Byron based vampires on, I nearly wet myself. That dude was scary. I prefer dark, mysterious man who's so hot women let him kill them."

"Well, it is killing them with a dramatic flair. So I kinda see the appeal." Radio Girl was still laughing. Joking around as if they were long time friends.

A sneaky smile tugged at Eddie's lips, "You find dramatics appealing?"

There was a bit of silence, the girl either confused or flustered at his question. But her wit seemed to regain itself, "I find all dramatics from dark, mysterious men appealing. Did you not know I'm a renaissance woman reincarnate?"

He laughed again.

"But back to the point from, wow, fifty minutes ago - make sure your friends feel invested in the story. You have to help them get attached to the characters you are writing about. Make the characters' hopes and dreams their hopes and dreams. Get your friends on the characters' side: have them love the loved ones, sidekicks, etc. just as much as the characters do. That way when the bad guy steals the main character's one chance at... I don't know, bringing their parent's killer to justice, your friends feel just as betrayed as the character does. Make it hurt, man."

"Was that a Batman reference?" Eddie teased. In truth, he was deflecting from the overwhelming grip she had on his chest. The kids weren't lying when they'd told him about how eloquent she was over the phone or radio. He couldn't imagine her stumbling for a phrase as she apparently did in real life. Every word out of her seemed to be an instant masterpiece.

Eddie could listen to her talk for hours, and had every day since he'd first paid attention to her show. They’d gone back and forth, Eddie hiding his D&D campaign as a story he was writing - still keeping their identities vague. He needed more puzzle pieces before revealing himself.

"What part of 'I find dark, mysterious, dramatic men appealing' don't you get?"

Their laughter echoed in his ears, but her words began to replay in his mind. Maybe he would be able to tell her who he was. After all, some people would say he was dark, mysterious, and dramatic-

"EDDIE! C'MON MAN! WE WERE SUPPOSED TO START FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO!" Mike Wheeler's voice cut through the thin walls of the trailer.

"Edward? Is that-" Radio Girl's voice had shrunk significantly. A slight waver shook his name.

"I'm really sorry. I forgot about this thing with my friends and they've been waiting. Talk tomorrow. Bye Radio Girl!" He slammed the phone down on the receiver. The door to the trailer whipped open, Eddie peering down in frustration at the Hellfire Club outside his door.

Mike grumbled to himself as he ignored the glare, "The least you could do is let us in on time since we had to do this here instead of school."

"You just interrupted an incredibly important phone call, Wheeler. If you want death, I am more than happy to oblige." Eddie snapped back.

Instead of the fear Eddie had anticipated, Mike, as well as Dustin and Lucas, had the biggest grin on his face. The three kids tried to cover their snickers. Eddie only got more frustrated.

"Oh, we know about your phone calls," Dustin hummed. "Heard you call in every night this week and ask a question. Seems like Max was right."

Mike groaned, "Man, I owe her five bucks."

"What are you talking about?" Eddie offered his most intimidating look. They all got their acts back together. It didn't last long. They could help but send shit-eating grins his way as Lucas answered.

"Max said she heard you talking to a girl on the phone. Apparently you're a noisy neighbor. I recognized that our friend was mysteriously absent during the hour of rock. No ads, no track listings."

"That's not-"

"Don't even lie. We just heard everything." Mike grinned. The whole group, not just the freshmen, began mocking Eddie's recent laughs and compliments and comments to the Radio Girl. Each time he tried to stop them, they got worse. He was tamping down a heavy blush as much as he could. He was glad to think of her nonetheless. And to be reminded of her advice.

The campaign tonight? He was definitely gonna make it hurt.

***

The calls became a habit. For two weeks, 'Edward' would call in for the Q&A. He always seemed much more prepared than your usual callers. His questions were thoughtful, not just asking for a restating of what had already been said. He also seemed to be perfectly placed in the call line, redirecting your attention and lightening your mood after particularly aggressive or rude individuals. When your classmate inspired discussion on narrative structure came out, Edward had had so many questions that you had him call back. Your music hour was exactly that, the boy on the other side of the phone dragging you into passionate conversation that kept you from even giving track listings out. The next ten days followed the same pattern. You found yourself pleased at his consistency. That pleasure became an excitement, an anticipation. By the time you noticed the change, you were considering opening the phone lines in the morning in the hopes that he'd call.

In a worried haze, you wandered through the crowded halls. Crystal clear chimes of the bell meant nothing to your furiously thinking mind. If you'd slowed yourself down, you would have realized that you were about to walk directly into the closed doors. But you were processing a mile a minute and were lining up the perfect shot. It was by grace of the universe alone that someone stopped you.

"Hey! Watch out!"

You blinked. Your nose was an inch away from the glass. Stumbling back, you felt your heart pounding in your chest. A pair of hands lightly landed on your shoulders, a slightly blurry figure coming into focus. Soft, sweet brown eyes blinked at you. They were filled with worry and the tiniest glint of humor. It would have been funny to you too if you weren't about to freak out.

"Hate to break it to ya y/l/n, but you can't walk through walls."

"Can't blame a girl for trying."

You weren't sure how a coherent sentence came out of you. Especially not one that made the boy ahead of you laugh. It was ironic, being kept out of harms way by Eddie Munson only to have him drop a massive bomb in your life. And he didn't know it at all. But that laugh? You knew that laugh very well.

With ease, your mind pieced together a puzzle that should have been obvious: Edward "Eddie" Munson.

***

"You WHAT?"

"You heard me."

"How did this happen?"

"It's not my fault! It just happened!" Exasperation strained your voice. Robin looked at you, gaping. All she could offer was disbelief.

"Things like this don't just happen y/n! You've just been what, conversing with some metalhead on the daily? When? What class? Because I've never gotten more than two sentences out of you in a row. Do you even have a class together? How do you know him? True, Steve and I know of him ‘cause of the twerps, but that doesn't explain you. I mean, how, how, do you of all people get into conversations with Eddie Munson? To the point that you're clearly flustered about it?"

A long, stringent sigh escaped your lips. An overwhelming blush covered your whole body. "Well, you may not believe me if I tell you."

"Then come up with some sort of proof. I mean, this is insane-" Robin was about to go into another rant.

"I have a way. But you have to swear not to mention this."

"Why?"

"Because my how is unbelievable and the proof of it comes in the form of three kids."

***

The AV room seemed a lot less impressive when you were going to have guests. The recordings were going to plan, finished homework laid strewn atop your backpack, and dust sat in little sweeped piles just cleared from the heavy machines. Large headphones hung around your neck while a pre-recorded ad played over the radio. Music would be going when people arrived. There'd be time enough to hush their voices, prove your point to Robin, and likely enter the most embarrassing conversation of your life when Dustin, Lucas, and Mike asked why you were revealing this secret to your friend.

The phone rang, an odd occurrence so early in the morning. You thought about letting it go to the machine, but the nerves of the coming confession had you going on muscle memory.

"Hello?"

"Oh, you're there! I mean, of course you are the show is going. I-I just didn't expect an answer this early."

"Ed-ward?"

Without warning your heart was thundering in your chest. You blinked back the surprise. Everyone you knew was on the way at this very moment. You had to get off the phone with Eddie and calm down.

With Eddie.

It was the first time you'd thought of him that way; using a colloquial title, nickname, something that made you feel closer than over the phone companions.

"I was just hoping to leave ya a fun message, say good morning. Thought it might be a nice idea. Ya know. Just a normal, non-creepy, morning wake-up call... er... greeting. Wanting to ensure a day of merriment for you dear lady! And now I'm going crazy. Anyway, I won't see you around the school or I will. Who knows?! Think I should hang up now lest I verbally vomit some more-"

"E-Ed-ward?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. I hope you have a good morning too."

Goodbyes were offered softly, a rosy blush burning your face. With a sturdy click, the next tape began to whir. The last one before you needed to take charge of everything again. The headphones around your neck buzzed with rock. You realized you’d been snuck in more metal than you used to. You hoped Eddie appreciated that, knew it was for him. What was supposed to be your next discussion topic turned into a gushing dorkfest as your pencil drug silly little hearts across the page. 

The door swung open with a loud squeal. You shook in your chair, surprised and irritated. The group filed in, Dustin quickly grabbing the door and slamming it shut. His eyes had gone wide looking down the hallway. A tiny click told you he’d locked the door. Words stoppered in your throat, making it difficult to swallow and impossible to speak. Mike and Lucas were jammed into a corner, looking far too big for the space. Dustin offered a big smile, leaning his full weight against the locked door. And Robin stood, gangly and confused next to another person. When you finally registered the last person, you thought you’d throw up.

“Steve insisted. Sorry,” Robin glared.

“I don’t mean to pry. I just got interested when everyone started in together. I hope this is alright. I can totally leave if you need,” The boy offered with a shrug. You couldn’t form words, just shook your head to indicate he didn’t have to leave.

If you could have predicted your own death, you assumed it’d be something like this; being stared at by strangers while your insides clawed themselves to bits. How you were going to explain yourself was a complete mystery. Had you thought about the consequences of being in front of a group of people and having to speak, you never would have said anything to Robin. The lump in your throat felt rock solid as you swallowed. Your heart hammered against your chest - so much for calming down before they arrived.

“Y/n? You good?” Lucas spoke quietly. You shook your head.

“So why are you here anyway?” Mike asked. His blunt question bounced off Robin like it was nothing.

“Well little miss can’t speak over here has gotten herself into a situation and needs my help. However, I need some clarification on the circumstances. Thus this weird robot closet,” Robin smarted back.

“I-I,” You tried to speak. You felt faint but wired, light headed but completely amped. The choked sound that came out of you redirected everyone’s attention, their eyes on you. That was so much worse.

Steve questioned, “Is she alright?”

“Hey, maybe we should... Uh-, let's turn around. If we don’t look at her it’ll help,” Lucas piped up. That kid deserved all good things. The relief was immediate.

“Thanks Lucas.”

You weren’t sure how to begin at first, just filling your lungs with air to ease the shakiness of your hands. Eventually, you began the painful process of explaining. “S-so you’re all… all here- and S-s-steve? - all here because Robin knows s-something. A-and she needs… Robin needs context. And proof. So… so um… you- you guys are the proof. Yes.”

Everyone stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue. You thought you heard a rustle outside the door but wrote it off as some strange sound from your headphones. The music was still going. You had time.

“I… I am the one that hosts Hawkins 68.8.”

Robin whipped around, eyes wide, mouth agape. “Seriously?”

“She’s not lying!” Dustin yelled over his shoulder.

“Dustin, don’t yell in here,” You sighed.

“There’s no way.” Robin spoke. Steve agreed with her. Suddenly the two people around your age were arguing with the freshmen, snapping at one another and growing louder. The room was much too small for this many people. And the music was beginning to wind down. You only had about twenty seconds before you were live.

“SHUT UP!”

Everyone turned to look at you. Silence hung tight in the air. You motioned a zipper over your lips and put on the headphones. The ragtag team stood motionless as you flicked on the red ‘On Air’ light and rolled towards the microphone. With a simple turn of a dial, the music playing on the radio filled the room. It slowly faded as you adjusted your own microphone volume.

“HEY THERE HAWKINS! Just letting you know that it’s 7am. Unless you’re playing hookie, it’s time to get out that door and on the road. Speaking of on the road, there’s been an accident on Lakeview Road that is blocking traffic. Hope you're ready to rock this morning. This one goes out to my favorite trumpet player. Robin, happy Friday.”

Blondie blasted through the speaker. You shut off your mic, set up the next few tracks, and finally cut off the light. Still, it stayed silent.

“Holy shit.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on Robin’s face. You sent her a measly shrug.

“So, you’ve obviously been doing this for a while. When… when did…?”

“Only a couple weeks ago.”

“And, on the air?”

“No… no. Not really. Like answering questions, yes. Full, really great conversations, all off air.”

“Wow. So you didn’t know who it was, not at all, until-”

“Yesterday. Yep.”

“What are you talking about?” Dustin whined, clearly voicing the opinion of all the boys in the room.

“Nothing!” You and Robin nodded at one another.

“Bullshit.”

“Dustin, language man!” Steve scolded the boy. “Clearly this is a private, albeit interesting conversation. So let’s all just leave the two girls alone.” He went to the door, allowing Dustin to open it a fraction. Steve stepped out, waving the boys along. All they did was shove him out and slam the door.

“This is about Eddie, isn’t it?” Dustin offered the loudest whisper imaginable. The blood in your body ran cold everywhere except for your face, which you were sure was burning to the touch. All three boys began furiously discussing with one another, Dustin mostly repeating ‘I knew it!’ and Mike grumbling about owing someone some money. Defeated and irritated sighs bonded you and Robin together.

“You twerps want to explain how you know about all this?” Robin took charge.

“Eddie can’t hide anything from us.”

“Totally transparent.”

“He just came into school one day and was on a mission to figure out who you were.” You nearly puked at the thought. Lucas continued, hoping to help you keep from tipping over, “But we were adamant that he leave you alone. Never told him who you were. He totally doesn’t know.”

“Usually he drops this kinda stuff, gets bored. But he didn’t with you… that’s when we noticed he was asking to listen at lunch every day and calling into the show after school,” Mike’s eyebrows nearly touched his hair. His desperate attempt to keep from cracking a smile at your expense was admirable even though it was a complete failure.

“Dude’s got it bad. Hundred percent,” Dustin beamed at you. At least someone was enjoying the situation you were in.

“You’re sure about that? What do you babies know about it?” Robin came to your defense. “You can’t just say that if you aren’t sure.”

“I am sure! Y/n! Robin is-”

“Dustin, shut up.” Lucas sighed. “You figured it out while you were talking to Eddie yesterday?”

You nodded.

“Duh. You’re like, the smartest. Eddie couldn’t put two and two together if he tried. He’ll never know.” Dustin was laughing to himself.

“He stopped me from walking into the wall. I made a joke and he laughed. That’s how I figured it out. And I had thought I’d heard Mike at one point, on the other end of the line. It was faint, but now I know it was you.” You quietly explained.

There was another ruckus, the boys and Robin hollering over one another. It was clear that they were all surprised. In truth, you were too. You couldn’t believe that two times you’d gotten yourself into a situation where Edward Munson was saving you from harm's way and enjoying your sarcasm. You could barely believe that you’d spent nearly two weeks talking with him every night. But here you were, a blushy mess just thinking about it all. Your normal embarrassment around people was gone and replaced with a new kind.

“So you’re telling me, you, you, interacted and talked in person with Eddie Munson without exploding?” You nodded. Mike continued, “And he didn’t immediately figure out it was you?” You shook your head.

“What an idiot,” Dustin shot the boys a look of disappointment.

“Don’t say that. It isn’t true.”

Everyone turned to look at you again. Robin gave you that look of pity reserved solely for friends feeling hopeless in romantic endeavors. You’d shared it before many times. You took the silence to give out the host farewell. Dustin, sweet as ever, helped get everything set up for the school day. Mike and Lucas quietly conversed with one another. Robin, sneaking a peak at your notes, gave you a wide-eyed look. You warned her with as good of hand signals as you could.

“You know…” Lucas began, “Eddie is really a nice guy.”

“Yeah! Y/n, he’s into a lot of the stuff you like. And he’s always looking out for us.” Mike added, clearly trying to talk up his friend. There wasn’t a need.

“I know,” You replied simply.

Again all eyes were on you. This time, there was nothing to distract from the clear fondness written all over your face. It was just as much of a surprise to you as it was to everyone else. Shocked glances flicked around the room. For once, you were the only person willing to talk.

“Robin’s right. It’s not smart to make assumptions. I mean, Dusty, you thought Steve and Robin should date and clearly they’d never work. It isn’t a big deal. He has no clue who I am… which is good! You know? This way we never have to meet in person and… and I-I can’t mess it up …Let’s not be late for class.”

Very quickly, you stuffed your homework into your backpack. You nodded to them, pushing the door open. It was heavy, likely a little stuck at first. But you shoved your way out nonetheless and held the door open as everyone filed out. The boys surrounded you, an odd act that made you realize they weren’t little anymore. The keys clicked the lock on the door and you headed off into the school, strange gaggle of friends following behind you due to their complete confusion. Each step led you further and further into terror. 

Why had you told them?

***

Eddie couldn’t see her. He’d just barely heard her and only for a few words each time. The complete embarrassment he felt from her answering the phone, from him calling her from the front office, and then noticing Dustin with Harrington and Robin in the school was the final straw. He had to know who she was. He followed them, getting shoved from entering what he now realized was the AV room. Steve Harrington had sent him the lamest look when he got kicked out. And then, on top of it all, he’d been sitting at the door with his ear pressed against it when they tried to leave. He’d been nudged out of the way and just when he thought he’d finally get to see Radio Girl, the freshmen were waving him off. Their wild gestures ending as they swiftly barricaded the girl from view.

Aside from thinking how cute and short the girl must be, Eddie was devastated. He’d narrowed down his search from every girl in school to those he had English and Physics with. The list was quite short now and left him feeling dismal. There wasn’t a single person it could be that he genuinely liked in real life, except y/n y/l/n - she was nice. At least, she’d never openly been mean to him. She’d defended him in class once with quite the sharp wit actually. But she always seemed scared to death to talk to him.

Sitting outside the now locked AV room, Eddie couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for himself. Two weeks. He’d been trying and failing to figure the Radio Girl out for two weeks. And nothing. He could hear her morning announcement in his head again, muffled through the heavy wooden door. And the crystal clear command she’d used to quiet everyone in the room. He knew her voice. Hell, he knew everything that she’d ever said to him. He knew her love of The Fall of the House of Usher and her hatred of The Raven. He knew she only liked strawberry ice cream when it was in neapolitan. He knew how she would gasp if she laughed and lost her breath. How could he not know her sitting in the same room as him? Walking down the same hall?

That thought brought him back to reality. She was right down the hall. Before the group could disappear around the corner, Eddie was running towards them. Radio Girl was still blocked from view, but he saw the kids abruptly stop and halted himself. He padded forward, trying to keep quiet.

“Guys, I… I know that you’re excitab-able and all… and-and you prob-obably… you wanna talk abou-about well… you know. B-bu- but… but… please, just don’t say any-anything. I have a friend now. One that gets to really talk to me. He… he would b-be so disappointed finding out it’s me. I’m not getting any hopes up… not yours… and-and not mine either.”

The way the girl’s voice shook broke Eddie’s heart. He knew it was his Radio Girl, but she barely resembled herself now. He could hear the echoes of other student chatter, the growing crowd and secret conversation likely pressing her into a corner of herself. Lucas had said she was awfully shy. Her sighs were fully defeated. Whatever she had been discussing with them, she’d already lost. Memories of her perfect soliloquies, descriptions and stories, all their private conversations flooded his mind. Eddie couldn’t imagine anyone being disappointed in her, whether or not she was frightened to speak in person. All he wanted was to wrap his arms around the girl and help her feel safe - the way she did when she hid behind the phone. He’d love to see her smile while hearing her laugh. He’d love to see the look in her eyes, whatever color they were, as she wistfully waxed about a story. His body had decided before his mind that he was going to go right up to her.

He didn’t get that far.

As if sensing him, Dustin whipped around and barreled right into him. He was talking at a rapid pace and Eddie had to grab onto the lockers to not fall over.

“Hey Henderson. Oh Christ,” The wind was nearly knocked out of him. Dustin was still chattering on. “I can’t understand you, doofus. Slow down.”

“Do you like the radio girl? Why do you keep calling her? Have you figured out who she is? When were you going to tell us that you were talking to her every day? For hours! What do you know about her? Why were you following me? What is your deal Eddie? What is it?”

The string of questions got more pushy the longer Dustin went on.

“Okay, okay, okay! Chill out, dude!” Eddie held his hands up in defense. “I followed you because I was confused about you guys with Harrington and Robin. Then you slammed the door in my face and I realized you were in the AV room.”

“And the other stuff?”

Mike’s voice scared Eddie shitless. Where had the little creep come from? Getting his bearings, Eddie noted Lucas had joined them as well. It was going to be a long morning.

“We’re waiting!” Dustin’s sing-song voice hit a sour note. They all seemed very frustrated with him.

The older boy sighed, tugging at his hair and mentally cursing himself for going along with the antics of three fifteen year olds. Nonetheless, he answered, “Well, I know she goes to school here. She’s a senior - no underclassman is self-loathing enough to take the advanced history class early. She likes Poe, Frankenstein, Dracula, dark romance stuff - but The Curious Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is her favorite. …Thinking about it, it is fitting… She’s a hell of a strategist. That session where Kas and Vecna kidnapped all the people you previously saved? Her idea. I… well, I started calling her to ask questions. I mean, her talk show stuff is seriously thought out, so interesting and I couldn’t help but wonder about it. And then she was so sweet, told me to call back since she didn’t have time for all my questions. We just got into the habit of it. It’s insane. You weren’t kidding when you said she was smart, but she doesn’t treat me like a complete idiot. Not at all like anyone here. I know she broke her arm twice, in two different places. I know we have to be in the same English class… I swear I’ve heard her talk about gothic literature in person. And she’s in my physics class too - was complaining about Kaminsky’s homework. Girl can curse. It was so funny. She’s so funny. And her laugh? Huh, um, yes. Anyway, yeah I guess I’ve kept calling cause it’s fun. She’s fun. I don’t know. It’s nice to talk to someone without them treating me like a freak. I don’t know man, I don’t know. This morning she was playing Ozzy and Dio and Iron Maiden and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to talk to her again. How stupid I have to be to not see her and immediately know, there’s my girl. I couldn’t help when I saw you guys cause I thought that maybe, just maybe if I could see her that I’d be able to get her out of my head. Get on with normal life. But hell, at this point it’s a lost cause and I don’t want anything but her in my head. I feel crazy. I can’t go after her. Partially cause you three keep getting in the way, partially cause if she knew it was me she would probably freak out, and partially because she seemed so scared just talking to you guys. Yes, I heard. At least the part just now in the hall. And I don’t think I could stand causing her to feel that way.”

Eddie was pretty sure that was the longest he’d talked without being interrupted aside from campaigns. The silence in the hallway now was palpable. Even with students rushing by to get to class, the emptiness around the group of boys continued to echo. Eddie felt tired. He felt like he’d just dumped out two weeks worth of thoughts; that his brain was accepting the release and ready to rest after carrying it all for so long.

“So he likes her,” Lucas stated matter-of-factly. It wasn’t even directed to Eddie.

“No shit,” Eddie mumbled, starting to notice heat creeping up his neck.

“You called her ‘my girl’,” Dustin snickered. It earned him a firm slap on the arm.

“Should we tell him?” Mike asked.

“What?”

“I think we could?” Lucas shrugged.

“Tell me what?”

“Depends. Do you think she’ll be more upset if we tell him? Or will the pros outweigh the cons?” Dustin offered.

“Just tell me you idiots!”

“Impatient,” Lucas scoffed. “I think we have to tell him.”

“It’s on you if she gets upset!” Mike held his hands up, wiping away any guilt he might find later.

Eddie began to growl in frustration, “If you three don’t tell-”

“She knows it's you.”

Eddie stared at Lucas. The heat from his neck took over his whole head, burning his ears and face. They had to be kidding. There was no way. He hadn’t given any indication. Never mentioned Hellfire, or his band, or went by Eddie. How did she figure him out so easily when she was still a complete mystery?

“Apparently, she thought she heard me over the phone one time… probably when we had that session at your place and I- uh- I interrupted your call. But she wasn’t sure until she made you laugh,” Mike explained.

“What?”

“Eddie, man, she made you laugh. Recently! Like, yesterday,” Dustin chuckled, shaking his head as the older boy’s face screwed up in confusion.

“So, she figured out it was me?” Was all he could squeeze out. His mind raced, going back over the previous day as best he could. He had to remember. She’d been right there and he’d missed her.

“Yep. And yet she was mysteriously missing from last night's hour of rock again,” Lucas added, scuffing his shoe on the floor as if the information was boring. But he was right. They’d talked for hours and she knew it was him the whole time.

Before he could get anything else out of the kids, the bell was screaming at them. As much as he was hoping to throttle information out of the sneaky little bastards, he refused to miss class. He was going to figure out who she was. Today. Starting with Physics.

***

Five minutes into Kaminsky’s class Eddie had rounded the corner from hopeful to hopeless. Every time he sized someone up, wondering if they were his Radio Girl, something would prove him wrong. He was certain he’d heard all the possible voices during roll. Nothing. The gloom and doom of failing so swiftly pushed him down in his seat. He moped the whole class. And though he frequently felt eyes on him, when he turned to look, no one was looking his direction. At least he wasn’t alone in his agitated state - y/l/n had been wringing her hands and bouncing her leg the entire class.

Kaminsky dismissed the class after the bell cried out. Homework was offered, a few students held back to chat with him. Eddie, scuffing his sneakers on the floor, missed his classmate blushing as he passed. He set his focus on the wrong thing, searching the hallway with an eagle eye, scouring every face for the proof he was looking for. Desperate ears waited for the voice he longed to hear.

By the time he did hear it, he was halfway down the hall, surrounded by people and the ability to find the girl gone.

“Thank you Mr. Kaminsky. I’ll be fine on my own tonight. Have a good weekend!”

Eddie whipped around. The boy got shoved back and forth. When his eye caught the door to the physics classroom it was completely empty. A frustrated groan slipped past his lips, fists clenching and head dropping down. A sea of confused students milled around him, avoiding the quiet outburst. Though he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to look up. Somewhere, likely walking past him at that exact moment, his Radio Girl was slipping through his grasp. How badly must she think of him for not recognizing her? He hoped she didn’t blame his lack of recognition on herself. She was amazing, all the time. Eddie was just so focused he couldn’t see what was right in front of him.

“Eddie!”

The boy sighed, looking up to find Mike waving him over. Questions about Hellfire rained down. Eddie had to shake his head to refocus. His fixation on Radio Girl had distracted him from the campaign tonight. He’d finished it already, with the girl’s help of course, but he couldn’t help his embarrassed feelings over being caught unprepared.

“I’m losing it,” He mumbled to himself.

Mike patted his arm, offering a smug smile with his shrugging shoulders, “Yeah. You haven’t once realized that you and Radio Girl are gonna be in the same place all night.”

“Holy shit!” Eddie beamed, nearly jumping. “She’s closing up by herself. I heard her tell Kaminsky!”

Together, in quiet excitement, the two boys rejoiced at the elder’s good luck. He’d be suave, they decided, casually walking out of the drama room at the exact right time. Mike assured him that girls loved that stuff. Eddie’s mind drifted to the Radio Girl’s admission of her preference for the dark, mysterious, and dramatic. He’d be a total gentleman. Swoon worthy. He’d be high on a destructive game of D&D and it’d be perfect.

“Where’s Henderson? You gotta tell the rest of the club to come battle ready. I’m gonna be on top of the world boys!” Eddie cackled. His yo-yoing emotions were toying with him. No girl had ever held so much control over him - especially without knowing. The childish giddiness of adolescent love had thrown him out of whack. Now, despite his earlier hopeless droning, he was soaring. It was this happy-go-lucky burst that sent him spinning around, searching the emptying hallway for the curly-headed kid.

If he thought his heart couldn’t beat any faster, Dustin was animatedly talking at a girl as she placed books in her locker. Eddie immediately recognized the brightly colored title: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. As if wanting to supply him more proof, the girl handed a pack of Reece’s pieces over her shoulder. Dustin snatched them gratefully. He must have mentioned something exciting, the girl stilling before whipping around.

There she was.

Time seemed to slow. A bright, lively look lit up her face. Her shoulders were relaxed, her chin lifting with certainty. And then, the final knife in his chest, she smiled. Eddie stood there, unwilling to stop himself from soaking in every moment he was in her presence. He didn’t mind how oblivious he’d been.

Eddie audibly sighed, leaning back against the lockers and watching the interaction. Dustin was yanking a large box from his backpack. The girl’s delicate hands snatched it with intensity, her grin only growing. The bell cut his reverie short. He watched as she tousled the younger boy’s hair and waved him off to class. And then, Eddie watched the transformation take place. The mask was taken away and replaced with the secret identity. The once confident frame curled around a set of books and notebooks. Starry eyes were downcast, hidden from his view. Something within him ached to run right up to her. It all made sense. She could barely stand to talk in class. The teachers loved her - likely due to the value she attributed to their work. Now that he thought about it, he had seen her sweet face nodding along as the kids pestered her. Even better, two times - two - she had revealed herself. Two wonderfully witty moments that, while she likely hadn’t meant to share, he had been privy to. She’d been sitting two feet away from him the whole time. Eddie’s eyes shamelessly followed her down the hallway, his smile spreading ear to ear.

Y/n had pulled a total Clark Kent on him.

***

A rapid, jolting knock shook the door. Soft music hummed through the concealed room. Steady fingers gripped the knobs on the sound board, adjusting the gain as a louder song faded in. Another knock echoed through the room. The wheels of your stool creaked as you rolled over and flicked the lock with a loud click.

“I told Dustin I’d be fine. I don’t need anyone to help me lock up boys,” Your voice carried as you headed back to the desk. Another knock came, this one more tentative, and you noticed the person on the other side didn’t take advantage of the unlocked door. The music drifted off, quieter as you set down your headphones, and stood hesitantly on the other side of the door. Your heart pounded against your chest. The pads of your fingertips grazed the wooden door, hesitant as your mind wandered to one sole thought.

“Edward?”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. There was a chance your voice hadn’t even carried through to the other side.

“Hey Radio Girl.”

Your heart seemed to stop up your throat. Eddie Munson was on the other side of the AV Room door. You weren’t sure what to say. The terrifying thought of the door opening kept you silent. It wasn’t a worry you needed to hold onto - Eddie would never take advantage of you. Before you could respond, he was already talking a mile a minute.

“I just want to tell you that I won’t be able to call tonight. I, uh, I have a meeting tonight. A club thing. I didn’t… I didn’t want you to think that I was blowing you off.”

Fondness spread through every inch of your body. How you could have ever felt nervous around him, you couldn’t understand. A goofy grin was pulling across your face. You leaned into the door, forehead resting against it. “Shame you’re gonna miss out on all the calls today. Sure I’ll get some real invested folks in your stead.”

Eddie laughed. Your smile only brightened.

“Don’t go snatching up some new person with lots of questions. I want my spot when I call back.” You could hear him smiling too. It felt so good to hear his voice without all the static. And though your hand hovered over the doorknob, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to open it. Just evident enough in the back of your mind, the nagging voice reminded you that you would be a disappointment to him.

“Doubt anyone else would indulge my dorky conversations.”

He laughed again.

“Well, don’t be late on my account,” Nerves began to take root once more. “I don’t want to keep you from anything important.”

“Oh believe me, if this wasn’t a promise to the kids then you’d never get rid of me,” He was chuckling. It buzzed through the door, warm against your chest. Silly dramatic daydreams filled your mind and before you knew it, the boy was saying goodbye.

“B-bye!” You called out. Embarrassment colored your face at your outburst. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but giggle. You were giggling. Nothing could take away the quiet excitement buried deep in your chest. Not embarrassment, not worry, nothing. Eddie Munson had had the chance to burst through your door, find out who you were and make his judgment. But he didn’t. He didn’t take the unlocking door as an answer to his knock. He had waited; waited to see if you would open the door.

Maybe, just maybe you could open that door the next time…

You just hoped he knocked again.

***

Eddie was about to knock when the teens yanked him back. Their whispers echoed through the darkened, empty hall. They were furious, fussy, frantic in their desire to help set everything right. He was sure their nervousness was starting to rub off on him.

“Why is he wearing a cape?”

“Cause it’s cool!”

“It’s stupid!”

“I have to agree, Henderson this is a bit much.”

“Give him his jacket back.”

“Not the vest. Just the jacket. You said she said dark and mysterious right?”

“Y-yeah but-”

“No vest. It’s too light. Stuff it in your bag.”

“Oh that’s good! Maybe you can offer it if she’s cold. Nice, nice.”

“Get that stupid thing out of here!”

“It totally would’ve worked.”

Dustin grumbled as he stomped back through the hallway, long black fabric trailing behind him. Eddie brushed the boys off of him, hands waving them away. Bright smiles and thumbs up were offered as he was left alone in the hall. They’d ended the session early - partly because Eddie had nearly killed their entire party and partly to ensure that he didn’t miss his shot with y/n. The amount of times that Mike Wheeler had drilled into him that he only had one chance to make this work equaled the amount of knots tied in Eddie’s stomach. Knowing no one could see him, he practiced how he’d stand. He leaned on the lockers in different ways, shifted his weight from foot to foot, and tried stilling himself. Nothing worked. His energy outweighed everything else, his knees practically shaking as he paced back and forth in front of the door. It was as if he had to move. His body not knowing what else to do with the crashing waves of emotions roiling through his chest. But then his ears perked, the confirmation that y/n hadn’t left yet coming muffled through the door.

“That was… and… one of… and a favorite of mine…”

Eddie found himself crouched by the door again, ear pressed firmly as the faint music began to play. It was almost nine. Radio Girl - y/n - always said goodnight at nine. They’d stayed up talking later than that many times. Eddie wondered if it’d been a burden, staying so late at the school every night just to talk to him. He hoped it wasn’t. Soft guitar drifted through the door. A smile twitched at his lips. In an easy adjustment, he rested his back against the door, head nodding along softly.

“It’s one of your favorites, right?”

Eddie jumped. A small snicker whispered past his ear.

“Sorry. Pretty sure I just gave you a heart attack. I- uh… I heard voices in the hall and I guessed you might be out here.”

From the sound of it, y/n had joined him on the other side of the door. Her voice was so close, like she was mirroring his position. He imagined her knees pulled up to her chest, hair shifting around her face as she pressed her head back to the door. Maybe her hands were just at the edge of the door; their fingers mere centimeters from touching if he slipped his back. His breath felt thunderous, invasive and unwelcome in the silent hallway. He needed to calm down. He needed to say something back.

“Hope I didn’t intrude,” He squeezed out.

He could hear her laugh, light as a feather, “Oh the intrusion was blaring. Whispering? In a hallway? Outside a closed door? You ought to know better.”

“Guess the mysterious entrance is out of the question now, seeing as I’ve blown my cover,” He whined, gauging her reaction.

“Giving up that easily? Oh, I’m ashamed. Don’t tell me you of all people didn’t think of a back-up plan!”

Eddie perked up. He couldn’t help it. She hadn’t said no to his idea. Hope fluttered, a relentless bird in his chest, pushing his next words out in a yelp.

“I never said I hadn’t thought of a dramatic one!” His grin could have lit up the whole school. “However, I did happen to relinquish my cape.”

Her laughter reinforced his resolve. “You had the option of a cape and you didn’t choose it? Amature hour, Munson.”

Eddie was too gregarious to notice the slip. “Damn. Can’t believe Henderson was right. He’s gonna be such a shit about it.”

“Oh absolutely.”

 And then the lightbulb went off. Though he’d been told that y/n knew it was him, he’d been skeptical until now. But she’d said his name, a smile evident in her voice. And Eddie was desperate for her to do it again.

He cleared his throat, mind wildly searching for the right thing to say. “By the way, I think you’re in need of a ride. The terrible trio were so frantic ‘cause Harrington was waiting on them. Mike said something about the teachers giving you a ride… and I may have overheard your conversation with Kaminsky…”

It was silent. Alarm bells rang out in Eddie’s head. He was sure he’d just screwed up the whole situation. Y/n would think he was a complete creep and never speak to him again.

“A young, helpless girl being escorted home by a man she’s yet to meet face to face?”

Eddie winced.

“Sounds dark and mysterious to me.”

He could tell she was tentative, but it was definitely her way of saying yes.

“R-really? You’d let me give you a ride?”

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” Now she was teasing him.

“No! Just playing hard to get. Dark mysterious men let the ladies come to them… right?”

Incredible laughter shook the door. Her giggles played a light tune. Eddie let it drown out everything else. If she’d ever played it over the radio, he had no doubt that everyone would fall in love with her in an instant.

“You know, I have absolutely nothing to disprove that logic,” Her words came out shaky; part laughter, part sigh. A hole opened up, silence spreading between them. Eddie’s immediate concern that she was changing her mind was quickly eased. “Not to mention I’m starving. The teachers never really want to stop for something. Think I could convince a dark, mysterious, dramatic figure to grab a bite?”

Eddie sat dumbfounded. His wide eyes softened the hallway around him, blurring everything all at once. He replayed the moment in his mind, forcing himself to make sure he’d actually heard the girl correctly.

Had y/n just asked him out?

***

DID I JUST ASK HIM OUT? The thought pounded against your brain over and over again. What had you been thinking? Not a single word had been spoken since. At least thirty seconds of dead air had gathered around the two of you. From inside the AV room you had no way of knowing what was going on in Eddie Munson’s mind. Was he even still sitting there? You were sure he’d left. Realizing how incredibly presumptuous and ridiculous you had been, you shoved away from the door. On your feet you paced, and fixed a few tapes. You packed your things only to find, as usual, that there was only one way out of this broom closet of a space. It occurred to you that maybe you could pile things up and fit into the air vents. The first two attempts to reach it failed and a beep on the cassette player reminded you you still had obligations left.

You weren’t exactly sure how you were going to get through a sign-off. Not after clearly striking out in your first and only attempt of asking someone out. You wished you’d wasted that blunder on someone who didn’t matter, someone who wouldn’t leave a gaping hole in your life by disappearing. The fact that Eddie Munson had garnered such a spot within your regard was a testament to how special he was. You could only come to one conclusion: You screwed up.

“H-hey there Hawkins. That-that was Mötley Crüe with Home Sweet Home. Speaking of, the sky is dark, the hour is late, and it’s time to say goodnight. Music will carry you through till tomorrow. Tune in at 5am for the weather report. Night Hawkins.”

Fingers tugged at your face, your hands dragging down your frustration and pulling you into yourself. That was your worst sign off in years. You slowly cut off all the equipment but the broadcast relay and the nightly cassette tower. It was eerily quiet. Your gaze drifted to the door. And, without meaning to, unable to stop it, the most defeated sigh fell from your lips. It ached in your chest. At least the walk home would offer a distraction.

“You know, I was terrified of not being able to shut up. All throughout school, since like the first day of kindergarten, I just couldn’t be quiet. Couldn’t sit still, always had something to say. And it freaked me out constantly. No one could talk to me cause I just kept blabbing. So, obviously, it didn’t help me make many friends. And it got me in tons of trouble. Not only would I be a constant interruption, but I had no filter. So literally anything in my mind came out of my mouth. Called my third grade teacher a grizzly bear and got in-school suspension. Which, if it hadn’t been for the teacher falling asleep, I surely would have stayed there forever cause I still couldn’t stop talking. When middle school came around, I’d figured out I could whisper to myself and get caught less. Thinking about it now is so insanely creepy. Some buzzcut kid whispering to themselves in the corner of the room? No wonder people think I worship the devil or some shit. I guess it was around junior year that I figured out I could just chat with myself in my head. I hold fake conversations with people a lot, try out voices and dialogue for campaigns, win my argument with Henderson from lunch, stuff like that. Until recently, I’ve never had the skill of listening outside of D&D. But for the past few weeks all I’ve wanted to do is shut up and listen. Of course, the one time that I need to come up with a response I go completely blank. And you probably think I’m some jerk who ignored what you had to say. I just feel like you should know that you- you shouldn’t be nervous to talk to me. Cause if you wanna not talk I’m sure I can talk enough for the both of us. But if you do want to, I’d be totally down to listen. I mean, hell, you’ve been all superhero secret identity-ing me for days and as soon as I realized it I lost all my cool. But of course y/n y/l/n is a secret badass. I mean, killer smart, flies under the radar, has surprisingly witty retorts whenever needed. Literally pulling a whole Clark Kent on all of Hawkins and-”

As soon as you’d opened the door, the floodgates opened with it. Leaning on the doorframe, hands wildly gesturing, Eddie Munson captured your entire attention. He was still there. Taking in his words, you held back a blush as best you could. It was very uncommon for you to be this close to the boy, the last time being when you figured out he was your mystery caller. Up close you could take in the wonder in his eyes, the overexertion in every expression, his unfairly sweet smile that came packaged with dimples. Your heart was bursting at his confession, his desire to make you comfortable winning you over instantly. It didn’t hurt that his leaning over you had you weak in the knees.

You wanted to respond in some elegant way. Show him his efforts weren’t in vain. Maybe even charm him so as to forget your earlier blunder. However, what came out didn’t exactly meet your expectations for your first real face to face conversation.

“Clark Kent? Really?”

The slight look of concern on the boy’s face melted away. In its place, an enchanting smile bloomed. You couldn’t help but reciprocate a small one of your own. With a tentative reach you waited for a handshake.

“H-hi, I’m y/n y/l/n.”

In a charming fashion only he could pull off, the curly headed boy turned your handshake into a romantic gesture, cradling your hand to his lips. “Edward Munson, dear lady.”

***

The buzz of the neon ‘open’ sign filled the space between Eddie and y/n. It exemplified the charge he felt. He kept looking over the menu, eyes dancing across her partially hidden face. Every part of him was begging for another close look into her eyes. What had often been a fleeting glance in his direction had become a soft, starlit gaze that held him transfixed.

Her quiet laughter had spurred him on, his antics fueled by adoration. She’d listened intently as he chattered on. The small, precious smile never left her face, even when she was too nervous to look at him. She’d bobbed her head with the music, he teased that the host must have good taste. The drive had left him wondering if he’d talked too much. But her lips never downturned and he didn’t miss the looks she thought were secret. He was sure they had been in the past, but now that he knew? There was no way he’d ever miss one again.

“What can I get for ya sweetie?” The older waitress gave Eddie a crinkly smile before looking at the girl. Y/n went wide eyed. To his pleasure, she looked right at him. The tension in her brow relaxed and he watched the transformation, in reverse from the last time. She blossomed like a rose.

“I’ll have a double cheeseburger, extra bacon, grilled onions, with fries and a chocolate milkshake. Oo! Could I also get some ranch?”

“You’re killing me y/l/n,” Eddie mumbled to himself. He nodded to the waitress when she asked if he wanted the usual.

“What?” The girl eyed him when they were left alone. All he could do was smile, shaking his head and covering his face with his hands. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing… It’s just… it’s you.”

“Is that a good thing?”

Eddie heard the tiniest shift in her voice. It yanked his heart into his throat. She had no clue the effect she had on him. Since he’d truly heard her, y/n had turned him into a puddle. “I, uh, I feel like Aragorn when he first met Arwen.”

His concern at freaking her out was unfounded. When he got the courage to look up at her, she was blushing heavily and fighting a smile. Once again she was having a hard time finding words.

“Something to say?” Eddie teased.

“Yeah,” She finally mustered, taking a deep breath and flashing him the sneakiest grin, “Shut up.”

The food arrived, their conversation finally finding its pace. The once quiet diner was full of laughter. Every inch of Eddie’s body felt light with wonder, abuzz with electricity. Crackling static initiated the shifts between songs. Their conversation had meandered for hours, requiring an extra helping of fries, a second milkshake, and a stolen cherry. Cool evening air seeped through the windows chilling the leather seats. Tiny hills and valleys appeared on y/n’s arms, tiny shivers sliding easily up and down her spine. Eddie fought the urge to reach out and pull her tight, warm her up. But things were too delicate. Anything he did could cause the moment to collapse around him.

Then she touched his arm.

In truth, it was to put money in his jacket pocket for dinner. She said she couldn’t let him pay when she’d eaten half the restaurant. Their waitress made a point to tell him he’d found a good match. All he could do was nod and leave a great tip. The night air chilled them to the bone and when y/n shivered just outside the safety of the diner, Eddie jumped at the chance to offer his coat. The heavy leather jacket sat large on her shoulders. Eddie wasn’t sure whether or not the cold or his gesture dusted pink across the girl’s face, but he accepted it nonetheless. He scrambled to help her into the van, jumping in himself to blast the heat.

***

The drive to your house was both too long and too short. Too short because you desperately wanted the night to keep going - fearful that you’d wake up tomorrow to find that you’d dreamt the whole thing. And too long because you were positive that you’d not picked a bunch of love songs for the late hours, and yet here they were playing on your station. Everything was labeled with the date and you’d picked them out days ago. You were certain you didn’t pick the songs. You didn’t play this much lovey-dovey stuff except for Valentine’s Day. Still, three songs in a row now had clearly been love songs. It caused your face to burn. Nimble fingers gripped at the cuffs of Eddie’s jacket around your shoulders as you aimed to shift your thoughts.

Specifically trying not to focus on the incredibly sweet and attractive boy humming along next to you. Eddie brought the van to a halt, muttering his understanding at your quiet directions. You hoped he didn’t notice your reddened complexion. It didn’t help one bit that I Want To Know What Love Is was scoring the goodbye.

“Th-thank you for bringing me home.” You offered a delicate smile, “I had a lot of fun.” Your hands felt clammy and you resisted the urge to look at the boy next to you for more than a few seconds. It wasn’t a date. No one had acknowledged the date-like nature the outing had. When Eddie hadn’t mentioned it or teased about it, you were certain he didn’t see it in the same light as you. All you had to do was make it out of the car and into your house without fumbling. You’d stay friends, your now certified crush would be deeply hidden, and you could go on as if you hadn’t fallen head over heels for someone via a few phone calls. Just as your hand touched the door, you heard it. Unmistakable and deadly.

Dead air.

And it wasn’t Eddie. It was the radio. You were certain that you’d set everything up correctly.

“What's wrong?” Eddie noted your hesitation, big brown eyes offering sincere concern.

“Dead air? I set everything up before we left. Everything was in order. It was all labeled and…”

“-it. Hello Hawkins. Just a… few technical difficulties. Mike! We’ll be right back with, uh, rock and stuff… for fu-”

“SH! The mic is on!”

“H-Here is… is… Foreigner! Yep. Foreigner!”

You heard the distinct click of the microphone, the silent buzz, and finally another track began to play. As your mind raced, shivers took over your arms and legs. Thoughts raced through your mind and frustration began to build, winding tightly into your shoulders.

“I’m gonna kill them.”

Eddie took the words right out of your mouth. You looked over to him and watched his lithe fingers rub circles into his temples. His brows knitted together. If you hadn’t been so irritated yourself, you would have allowed yourself to melt at the way he scrunched his face up in frustration. When he finally turned to look at you, an unmistakable blush had risen across his face. The thought occurred to you that he’d offered you a ride home so the boys could have a crack at the radio station. It didn’t make complete sense, as you would have allowed them to try if they’d asked, but you couldn’t help the worry.

With a weak smile, he threw that concern out the window, “I’m so sorry. I… well, it seems that the brats have taken it upon themselves to… help. I’ll kick the crap out of them if you want. This wasn’t part of the plan at all.”

“Plan?”

Eddie’s blush deepened. You could feel yourself begin to match, your cheeks setting afire. His sheepish smile did you in, “Well, I… oh man… I’d planned on surprising you after the sign off. Pull a whole dark and mysterious gentleman thing. I- uh, I’ve just really liked our calls and was thinking it’d be nice to spend time together in person. And-”

“And in true Dracula fashion, you somehow got me to do the asking out for you?” You teased.

“You asked me out?” Eddie looked shocked. Though, the glint in his eye told you he was just as in on the joke. You couldn’t stop your giggles. He continued, “But it seems the boys thought that we needed um… a better score for the evening. Decided to put on every romantic song you have in that closet it seems.”

“You really need that much help, Munson?” The teasing wouldn’t stop spilling out of you. You couldn’t help it. You were overflowing with a fondness that felt neverending.

“That depends…” He hopped out of the car, walking around to let you out. Eddie took his hand in yours and guided you slowly to your front door. You looked at the door with dismay before turning back to the much more interesting character beside you. “I had a really good time with you tonight y/n.”

The chill of the air brought your two figures together, huddled closely under the glow of a yellow porchlight. His dimples were back, situated just so next to his heartwarming smile. It was hard to look away, so you didn’t. Your sigh, however, was kept to the quietest possible release. Muffled singing could be heard just over his humming engine - the radio still playing love songs. You’d already forgiven the rugrats. It was easy to forgive almost anything with Eddie Munson holding your hands ever so softly. His thumbs swiped over your knuckles.

“I really like your jacket. I think I ought to get one just like it,” Eddie changed the subject. You suspected it was just an excuse to touch you more, his hands sliding along his jacket that hung over your shoulders. You didn’t mind at all.

“I’d give you this one, but I’m actually quite partial to it,” You beamed.

Eddie chuckled, head dipping down to look at your face more closely, “I can understand. You make it look good.” He was spurred on by your blush, suddenly gentle as he detailed your beauty. His voice, a whisper in the night, took hold of your chest and left you breathless. A calloused hand softly brushed your cheek, you leaning in to meet it with an unabashed certainty. “I’ve never looked forward to anything more than hearing your voice. I’m serious about not finding any other phone partners. I doubt I could make it a day without listening to you.”

“Now you’re just being nice.” You shook your head, “You can’t seriously want to hear me chat every minute of every day.”

“You’re right,” He grinned, mischievous as ever, “Sometimes I want to do this.” Smooth and steady, Eddie pulled you flush to his chest. One hand tilted your chin up to him, the other resting snug on your lower back. His lips brushed over yours, tentative and sweet. And then in one moment of impulse, you kissed him back. It was intoxicating to hold him. After weeks of being held only in conversation, the physical sensation sent tendrils of sparks dancing across your skin.

“Okay, full honesty, I may want to do that more than just sometimes,” He snickered, nose brushing up against yours as he pulled away. A smile spread across your face, wider than a mile. “But I should, uh, I should ask, would you like to go out with me? On an official date next time?”

“Oh Eddie,” You shook your head, unable to stop the teasing, “You know I only answer questions between five and seven pm.”

He laughed and you soaked it in. It was better than anything you played on the radio.

“Alright, alright,” He gave you a sneaky look.

“So… you’ll call me?” You grinned.

“Absolutely.”

You raised to your tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and nudging him towards his van. “Good, because I’m dying to answer.”

This was the hottest thing ever omg I might die

Freak

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: You can't get enough of Eddie's cock and he can't get enough of you.

Tags: 18+, rough sex, pwp, p in v, smut, dirty talk, praise kink, slight degradation kink, light anal play, rough oral sex (male receiving), crying during sex, fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Started this last night at 1 a.m. and my brain wouldn't let me sleep until I finished it, so, here it is. Also using this as my entry for @huffle-pissed’s Vibes and Valentines challenge (months late, I know, ‘cause I suck) where my prompt was, “You like it that much, huh?”, and that’ll be in bold. Thank you to my darling @makeadealwithdean for beta-ing! GIF is mine. Hope you guys enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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“Jesussss fuck,” Eddie lets out, low and breathy as he watches you take him all the way in your mouth. You’re on your knees, thighs spread, topless, cheer skirt still on, and Eddie reaches down to brush some hair out of your face when you look up at him through your lashes, gentle and loving, like you’re not gagging on his cock. He grabs himself at his base with one hand before pulling back, and you release him with a soft ‘pop’. “Look at me, honey — good girl — let me see —”

You already know what he wants. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, keeping your lust-filled gaze on him.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he praises, tapping his cock on your tongue. He moves to drag it along your cheek and you start to follow it, hungry for more. He chuckles deeply. “You like it that much, huh? Jesus.” 

He seems enamored with you, almost, like he can’t believe this is real life even though you’ve sucked him off plenty. You nod eagerly in response and smile with your eyes, your mouth still open and waiting for him. 

“Shit, alright. God, you’re so good, baby,” he says, pushing himself into you again. You keep your eyes on his, tears forming in the corners of yours as his cock hits the back of your throat. “So, so good. ‘Course I’m gonna give you whatever you want when you look at me like that. Shit, are those tears, sweetheart?”

You nod around his dick, and you’ve got about 30 seconds left in you before you’re gonna need some air. You can feel the first few tears running down your face, and you know all too well what it’s going to do to him.

“Fuckin’ crying ‘cause you love my cock so much? Jesus — fuck.”

You take a deep breath through your nose when he finally pulls back, because you know what’s coming. 

“I’m gonna wreck that pretty little throat of yours. Would you like that, princess?”

You nod. Fucking please.

He smirks, grabbing a fistful of your hair, and then he’s thrusting into your mouth with abandon. The room sounds like the audio to one of Eddie’s porn movies — the ones that Steve sneaks him sometimes — gagging and panting and a dirty fucking half-choke, half-gargle coming from you every time he hits the back of your throat. Your mascara’s running, and you feel like you’re on a different fucking planet when he fucks you like this. Spit’s dripping down your chin, onto your skirt, and your arousal is definitely creating a wet spot on the floor where you’re sat. 

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” He accentuates the Lord’s full name with three hard final thrusts, pulling out of you completely, grabbing you by your wrist and yanking you to your feet before you can even begin to process what’s happening. He bends you over the bed and flips up your skirt, dragging his cock through your folds once, twice, before entering you with ease. His hand is still in your hair, and he’s pulling your head up off the mattress as he resumes fucking you. 

You whine, turning your head to the side and opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out, because as good as he felt, you needed something in between your lips. 

“Oh, you’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me. Fuck,” he pants, giving you what you want by placing two ringed fingers in your mouth.

You wrap your lips around them, sucking and humming contently, as he keeps thrusting into you hard and fast. 

“So fuckin’ greedy, baby. Need all your holes fuckin’ filled to shut you up, hm?” He takes his hand out of your hair and moves it down to your ass, his thumb dangerously close to your hole. “Is that what you want?” he continues. “Be fuckin’ plugged up?”

You nod frantically, managing a desperate, “mhm!” around his fingers. He slows down his thrusts for a few seconds, spitting onto your crack, dragging it down with his thumb and circling your hole. 

“Right there?” he teases, and you could start crying again with need. 

You manage something that sounds like a “please”, and it’s good enough for him. He resumes his brutal pace as he sticks his thumb in, and it’s just to the first knuckle, but it’s enough to send you into a near-delirious state. 

“Good girl,” Eddie praises, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “So fuckin’ good at being so fuckin’ dirty.”

You let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine, and he sinks his thumb all the way in in response. 

“That what you wanted? Jesus, you drive me crazy with your fuckin’ whining. Shit,” he speeds up his thrusts. “I give you everything you want and you still fuckin’ whine, you notice that?”

“‘m sorry!” you manage to cry out, full on sobbing now as his cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust; moments away from your release. 

“No, it’s alright, princess. Just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

You shake your head, almost violently, accidentally ejecting his fingers from your mouth. 

“Please, please, please, please,” you chant through more sobs.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want,” he pants. His thrusts grow faster and sloppier, and you know he’s close, too. 

“Please, can I come!? Eddie, please, let me —”

“Oh, fuck. You can come, sweetheart —”

You’re pretty sure the scream you let out echoes through the whole trailer park as your orgasm hits you like a fucking tidal wave. 

“Fuck, oh my God — shit, you’re too perfect, I can fuckin’ feel you — ohhh, fuuuuck.”

You’re not even halfway through riding out your high before you feel Eddie filling you up, and you wish you could bottle up the sounds he’s making and keep them forever. 

He falls over you moments later, and you whimper at the loss of his thumb when he uses his forearms on either side of you to keep himself from crushing you completely, placing soft kisses to your nape and shoulder blades as you find your breathing again. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, placing another kiss there before mumbling, “I mean it. You’re gonna be the death of me.” 

You giggle sleepily, slowly coming out of your daze. “Hey, it’s not the worst way to go.” 

He chuckles, and you feel his chest vibrate against your bare back. “Well,” he places a kiss on your temple, “can’t argue with that… You okay?” he asks, taking in your mascara-stained cheeks and the fucked-out look on your face.

“Mhm,” you reply dreamily. “Think I want ice cream. Throat’s sore… jaw’s sore.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. You need to tell me if I’m being too —”

“I will, Eds,” you interrupt, before he can start feeling guilty, “But I like the ache, I promise.”

He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head before kissing your temple again. “You’re such a freak.”

You smile. “And you love it.”

He nods. “And I love it.”

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Hear me please

“And as your breath leaves you, you’re taking my heart with you.”

“Please Eddie..Please come back to me… Don’t go where I can’t follow!”

“Please.. Please! If there ever was something listening to me, please hear me now! Please… don’t take him..”

‘Eddie damn you you stupid nerd. You stole my heart and now you’re taking my humanity with you.’

[Excerpt from my thought library, where I spend a shit ton of time writing my own fic for Eddie with an SPN crossover, simping for the bambi eyed freak and mourning him.]

All for you

“Anything else to add my love, Countess ruler of my undead heart?”

“I shared the life of me so you may live. You are the best gift the world has ever given me. You will not die today, Eddie the Banished. Because if you did, I’d raze this place to the ground and myself down with it.”

[Excerpt from my thought library, where I spend most of the time writing an Eddie fic with a nonsense setting and simping for my bambi freak.]

About You

(Late January 1985) Chapter 4: The Rift 

Eddie Munson x female!harrington!reader 

Chapter Summary: After the events of the New Years party, you are actively avoiding Eddie. Will you relent and work through this miscommunication? 

Word Count: 4 k

series masterlist here 

Chapter warnings: fluffy activities with Eleven(sister behavior), unwanted flirting, slight angst, slight bullying, annoying principles 

Monday is an unholy day in your opinion; a day violently contrasting the relaxing sabbath that antedated it.  Everything about the day is inconvenient and unhopeful.  Close enough to the previous weekend to reminisce and long for it, yet too far away from the next to look forward to it.  A day that is unforgiving to those who can’t get out of bed on time- a synonym for yourself.  

Your sneakers squeaked against the polished tile of the hallways, swimming upstream against the current of students making their way to class.  You and Steve had both woken up late and needed to stop for gas before school, making you enter the parking lot right as the bell rang that signified students to begin meandering towards their first period class.  You opened the door to the school as the warning bell sounded, and you all but ran across campus to get to Mrs. Click’s class.

Your back hurt from your backpack slapping against you at the vigorous motion of your running, and your arms grew red where the books you held rubbed and dug into your skin.  Your stomach growled from your lack of breakfast and your mind reeled at the thought of not being able to eat for another 3 hours till lunch period.  

Just as you turned the corner to enter the hallway containing Mrs. Clicks class, you were met with a road block.  A handsome, brow haired, leather-clad road block.  

Eddie stood in front of the door opposite to Clicks classroom, looking down at his watch anxiously and fiddling with the rings on his fingers.  

Eddie had arrived early to school in hopes to catch you before the bell. He was desperate to talk to you after the events of New Year’s Eve, but he had given you space for the rest of winter break.  You had been avoiding him at every twist and turn in the narrow halls of the high school and the boy couldn’t seem to catch you.  

He didn’t understand what had happened.  He wondered if you had changed your mind about him- but he hated jumping to conclusions.  He just wanted- no, needed to talk to you.  

You, however, had no desire to be let down again.  After Eddie rejected your kiss, you figured he had felt sorrow for you and was leading you on to be nice- one last favor for the sake of exes. You skin crawled and you stomach knotted at the second-hand embarrassment that resonated within you when thinking about the almost-kiss that didn’t happen that night.

You had barely made it around the corner when your brain registered the small flash of his figure down the hallway and instinctually pivoted to dart in the other direction.  Your sneaker made a harsh sliding noise against the floor as you changed your course- the offensive noise making Eddies head snap in the direction of it.  He caught a glimpse of you retreating, and immediately pushed off the wall he had settled on to follow you.

You quickly walked in the opposite direction, grateful for the girl’s bathroom that was present in that section of the school.  You dashed into the restroom, entered a stall, and sat on a toilet with your head in your hands.  It was pitiful, avoiding Eddie like this, and not giving him the chance to speak when you knew he so desperately wanted to.  You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it- cowardice ultimately winning.  

Eddie rounded the corner and watched as the bathroom door swung shut. In a fit of determination Eddie stalked towards the girl’s room, not caring what he had to do to get a moment to talk with you.  As his had made contact with the door handle, and irritating voice echoed down the hallway.

“Mr. Munson!  I don’t believe that is your first period classroom?” Principle Higgins questioned the boy, outwardly smug at nagging on the boy.  

Eddie, hand still attached to the door handle, twisted his head around to look at the man with annoyance, “No, I just-“

“I didn’t think so.  Have you suddenly developed short term memory loss and forgotten where your classroom is located?”

“No, but I-“

“That’s what I figured.  I suggest you get to class Mr. Munson.”  Higgins smirked villainously at him.

Eddie breathed deeply- ready to put up a fight. “But, I needed to-“

“Let me rephrase- get to class Munson.  Unless you’d like to spend another senior year with us?”

Eddies fist was clenched tight around the handle as he fumed at the older man, trying to smite him where he stood with his gaze.  Principle Higgins arched his eyebrow and Eddie reluctantly let go of the handle.  

“No, sir.”

“Good.”  The man spun around and sauntered off to vex more children- a favorite pass time of his.

Eddie, too, spun around to be face to face with 3 girls he recognized from various classes and grades.  They all stared at him perplexed as he loomed in from of the girl room.  Eddie snapped out of his stupor and grabbed the handle again, opening it and sweeping his arm inwards to invite the girls in.  

“Ladies.”  He stated as they all retreated in to the bathroom, giving him particularly nasty looks and quizzical side eyes.  The short blonde muttered a small freak under her breath while she passed in a cloud of overwhelming cheap perfume. Eddie couldn’t bring himself to be offended, his armor too strong to be penetrated by such petty comments.  

As he let the door close, his face blossomed red and he pressed the heels of his hands into his eye sockets in embarrassment.  “God dammit.”  He complained as he wandered off to class.

He doesn’t care how or when- but Eddie would speak with you sooner or later.

Just not today, and not in the girl’s bathroom.

Monday, bloody Monday.

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The door to the cabin was locked and the curtains were drawn.  The sounds of the forest mixed in with the soft melody coming from the tiny radio sitting on top of the refrigerator.  The warm glow of the lamps, bouncing off of the dark wood, made you feel like you were encompassed in amber.  

After being credited with taking down the evil Hawkins lab, Hopper was branded somewhat of a local legend. His reputation strong enough to have him sent to the town over to help out their police force, forcing him to vacate for a weekend. Uncomfortable leaving Eleven by herself, the gruff older man phoned you for a favor. You had proven yourself a capable chaperone at the dance, so you were left in charge of looking out for, cooking, and entertaining the young, telekinetic girl.  

“What better way to spend the weekend than with a superhero?” You had joked while shaking the chief’s firm and worn hand.

Not only were you thankful for something to do that weekend, but you were thankful for a distraction from the thoughts of Eddie that plagued you.  You couldn’t stop thinking about him, the party, the almost-kiss, and his pleading looks at school.  You had to get some air- away from the suffocation of Hawkins and the memory of him.

That Saturday had been filled with painting, a dance party, and a movie marathon of whatever was showing on TV that didn’t disinterest you both.  Now, you stood in the cramped quarters of the kitchen making spaghetti- a dish Eleven had yet to indulge in due to Hopper’s aversion to cooking.  

“Doesn’t he cook you food?” You had asked Eleven.

“Yes, with the box.” “The box?”  The young girl rose from the couch and guided you into the kitchen, presenting you with the microwave.  

“The microwave?”  She nodded her head up and down with a small smile.  

You eyed the fridge next to you, reached for the handle, and pulled the door to the ice box open.  You were immediately faced with columns of frozen meals to be microwaved.  

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Hopper!”  You shut the door in exasperation and faced the girl again. “No wonder you wanted to leave so bad.” Eleven giggled at your blunt humor.

You quickly proclaimed you would be making her a homecooked meal tonight and that the dish would change her young and sheltered life.  “You’ve not truly lived until you’ve had a mouth full of red sauce and garlic bread.”  Eleven’s mouth began to water at the thought of a new and foreign dish as she pleaded you to begin cooking at once.  

You gathered your ingredients, found a pot, and began boiling the water. You cut up the garlic with teary eyes, prompting the young girl to become concerned.

“Why do you cry, Y/n?”  “Oh, I’m fine!  It’s the garlic.  There is some property to it that makes people’s eyes water and sometimes it’ll sting super bad if you get it directly in your eye.”  She nodded her head in confirmation, her worries nixed through your culinary teachings.  

You allowed her to slice the bread and rub the garlic on the pieces.  She smiled softly, enjoying being included in the process and experiencing something new and domestic- a luxury she has scarcely been afforded in her short yet tumultuous life.  

Eleven looked over at you stirring the pot of simmering noodles, your hair pulled back into a ponytail, and couldn’t help but want to be you when she grew up. Throughout all the events of the past year, you had always been there and been such a beacon of strength for her.  You were everything she wanted to be. Smart, kind, strong and beautiful.  “Y/N?” she questioned in her flute like voice.

“Hm?”

“We are friends, right?”

You smiled brightly and looked over at the girl, one hand clutching a clove of garlic and the other gripping the pan that holds the bread.  “Of course, El.  We are friends.”

She smiled the widest you’d ever seen her produce, then sheepishly ducked back into her work.  

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Now, El sat at the tiny, two-person table by the kitchen giggling at your antics.

You danced around the kitchen with a wooden spoon for a make-shift microphone, singing along to the pop song on the radio.  She giggled and cheered you on as you exuberantly flailed your arms around and twirled on your socked feet.  

Pieces of your hair fell around your face, leaking out of your ponytail, and your face was flushed from the effort of dancing.

While watching you be carefree, El couldn’t help but think about Kali; her “sister” for all intents and purposes.  Kali had taken care of Eleven when she needed her most, guided her through the darkness, and ensured she was stronger when she emerged on the other side. And here you were, taking care of Eleven too. You might not have been teaching her to move a train car with her mind, but you were willingly here with her, sacrificing your time and making her dinner.  You were taking care of her, and in the moment, Eleven swore to herself that you were her sister.  You were loud, boisterous, caring, adventurous, and whole-heartedly family to the young girl.  

You broke El from her intense train of thought to have her help you test the food.  

“I throw the noodles?” El cocked her head to the side in confusion.  She done many a crazy thing in her life, but this had to be the strangest.

“Well, not all of them, but a few will do.”

More questionable stares were given from the girl.

“In order to tell if the spaghetti is done cooking, you have to throw the noodles at the wall.  And if they stick to it, that means they are done cooking.  I don’t know if it’s true or where it came from but my mother and I always used to do it together back when we would have big family dinners.  I figured it would be interesting to see if it’s as fun as I remember it.”  You explained to the girl, fishing with a spoon in the large pot for a few noodles to place on a small paper plate you found covered in dust in a cabinet.  

You brought the plate close to your mouth a blew on the food, cooling down the pasta enough to pick up a strand between your index finger and your thumb. You placed the plate down and backed up to the edge of the kitchen.  Eleven scurried behind you to avoid the projectile and you gazed over your shoulder to meet the gaze of the girl, “Watch this.”

You turned back to face the wall, brought your arm up behind you with the noodle in tow, counted down from three, then launched it at the wall across the space.

Splat.

The warm and wet noodle stuck to the wall with a hard thump, the noise startling the telekinetic girl behind you.  

“See!”  You giggled.

Elevens eyes went wide and she raced forwards to inspect the wall locked pasta.  She poked at it until it slid off the wall and landed by her feet on the cabin floor in a limp pile.  

She peaked through the curtain of her short, curly hair to gaze curiously at you.

“You wanna try?”

A smile erupted smoothly on her face, as she vigorously shook her head up and down.  She reached to the plate, plucked a noodle from off of it, and took your place at the edge of the kitchen.  She followed your movements, wound her arm up, then let the noddle fly.  As it hit the wall and stuck, she giggled and clapped, amazed by the spectacle in front of her.  

In that moment, a thunderous noise emitted from your stomach.  Eleven looked almost shocked that such a violent sound could come from your body.  You chuckled and blushed, the confessed, “I’m a little hungry.  Let’s eat now.”

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The conversation ebbed and flowed as spaghetti was slurped and sauce was splattered upon white plastic plates.  It was safe to say you had discovered Elevens new favorite dish. She couldn’t get enough of the noodles as you educated her on the many types of spaghetti noodles that exist and the different ways to make them. She nearly choked on her garlic bread when you told her about meatballs.

Eventually, the topic changed to the subject you dreaded all evening.

Boys.

Eleven mentioned an antic Mike and the gang got up to at the Snow Ball, prompting her to dissect the inner workings of boys. “Do you have a friend like Mike, Y/n?”

You swallowed your mouthful of noodles and took a deep breathe of air before speaking.  As you exhaled, you let your chin rest on the heel of your palm while your elbow propped itself up against the table.  You looked down at the pasta in front of you, and strangely could only thing of Eddies hair.

The swirling of the noodles on themselves resembled that of Eddies untamed curls- an ache in your chest panged and reverberated, a lonely buzzing took up shop on your bones again like it had done not too long ago.

“Yeah.  I had a friend like Mike. We aren’t friends like that anymore though.”

“Why? Don’t you want to be friends?”

“Oh yes I do, but… I don’t think he wants to be friends anymore. Some things happened and I don’t think he wants to be friends anymore.”

Eleven’s mouth turned downwards to morph into a frown. She could not contain her sadness and confusion.

“But you still want to be friends?” she questioned, scooping another heaping of spaghetti into her mouth.

“Very much so.  But I want him to be happy and I feel like it would be best if he wasn’t involved with me and all” you gestured your forked hand around your vicinity, “this mess with other worlds and what not.”

“Hopper tried to do that to me.  It did not work. Time and space did not stop me from being Mike’s friend.  Do not copy me.”

El’s short and choppy phrases cut through you like a knife.  While, not complex, her statement and sentiment were there and apparent. She was right. She stayed away from Mike to protect him- but in reality, it did nothing but hurt the both of them.  

You were too tired and confused to fully process her words, but you smiled at her implications. Your situation was a little more complicated however. Nonetheless, you smiled at her suggestion.

“When did you get so smart, huh?” you chuckled.

El smiled sheepishly into her pasta, shoving another forkful into her mouth.

Both of you grinned to yourselves and finished the meal peacefully.

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The sound of pages flipping, pencils scratching and sharpening, people sniffing and coughing, and dull mumbles filled the library like a cacophony of academia.  

The words in your history textbook blurred together into hieroglyphic like scribbles that your overstimulated brain could not make sense of.  You’d been in the library during your free period trying to study for your upcoming quiz, but you couldn’t keep the content straight in your mind- the lesson plan you studied all blurring into one flurry of history you couldn’t make sense of.  

Usually, you had no problem studying- academics coming naturally to you. You seemed to be inept at this point in time because of the watchful eyes glued to your form. But they were not the usual brown orbs you were used to observing you.  They were an irritating shade of algae green that belonged to your friend Andy.

Ever since that party before winter break when Andy helped you take care of Dina, the fluffy haired boy seemed to have developed a rapid affinity for you. In your shared classes the boy has taken it upon himself to move his seats next to yours and seemed to have wormed his way deeper into your social group.

Andy has always been a good guy, but he was the class clown- and a somewhat annoying one at that. He was a good friend to you, but you could tell that Andy was stooping in to snatch you up in Eddies absence.

Bile rose in your throat at even entertaining someone who wasn’t Eddie. You had come to the conclusion that if you couldn’t have Eddie, you would just go without anyone. Or at least until you moved off to college- but the thought of moving on made your eyes water and your throat close up.

From across the long table, you sat at, Andy lounged with his textbook open, yet discarded, with his eyes glued to your unconcentrated form. Your eyes shot up for a moment to peek at the boy, confirmed he was still studying you instead of his book, and returned your nose to its home in your own literature.

You huffed in irritation, perplexed by his unrelenting gaze. You felt like an animal in a zoo, being watched and prodded into making a move. Andy’s eyes and energy begged for you to do anything that showed you wanted him around, but no such reassurance would come for him. You had given him no indication you were interested, yet Andy seems to believe he can create a relationship out of pure proximity.

Andy’s increasing advancements had not gone unnoticed by Eddie as well.  

Eddie frequented the library often, usually browsing the fantasy section or checking out The Hobbit for the umpteenth time. He had not come to the library with the intention of monitoring you, but the situation in front of him begged for his attention. Eddie stood leaning against a bookcase some ways away- a watchful eye held on you and Andy.

As Andy’s eyes tracked you, Eddies locked onto the boy- monitoring his funny business for himself. Eddie watched as you huffed for the last time, leaning down to the side of your chair to retrieve your backpack. You stowed the textbook away and sighed in defeat as you stood up to exit the studying space.

Andy took this as an invitation to follow.

The bell chimed to signal the end of the school day and an influx of students joined you and your journey to leave the library. Eddie felt like a stalker, lurking in the shadows and just around every corner to keep an eye on you. But he felt he had to protect you from the advances of this clown that vexed him.

Eddie watched as both you and Andy rounded the corner of a hallway- beckoning him to follow. It took Eddie a few moments to reach the turn seeing as he was a way down the hallway from you and Andy, but when he rounded the corner, he saw a sight he hoped he’d never have to see.

You pressed up uncomfortably into your closed locker, clutching onto the straps of your backpack. Andy, with one arm braced up against your head on the locker, loomed over you predatorily. Eddie knew Andy wouldn’t try anything slick and his creepy stance was nothing but a show to seem dominant, however Eddies gut churned at the thought of anyone flirting with you.  

You were Eddies, and he’d be damned if he let you slip away. But, from the looks of it, Andy would not be the one to snatch you away- you looked about as uninterested in him as Eddie was in school work.

Eddie stalked up to the pair and listened as Andy pressed, “Come on, Y/n. Just one date. It’ll be fun!”

“Andy, I have too much on my plate right now. I’d rather not get distracted-“

“Don’t be that way Y/n.” Andy scoffed reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I think she said she wasn’t interested, Trimble.” Eddie called out to the boy, making Andy remove himself quickly from your general vicinity and comb a quick hand through his hair.

“Sorry, man. I didn’t realize…” Andy trailed off, and scampered away from the smirking misfit and the agape girl.

Before Eddie could even turn to address you, you launched out of the hallway and out the double doors leading to the parking lot. You fled, like a bat out of hell, away from the scene of your embarrassment. Your cheeks reddened at the thought of Eddie coming to your rescue unprompted. You felt infuriated and at a loss for words at why Eddie would prevent someone with flirting with you.

If he doesn’t want me, why won’t he leave me alone?

Eddie ran after you, slamming into the doors in an effort to open them quicker to catch you before you evaded him yet again.

However, his efforts proved fruitless as he watched you wind through rows of cars to reach your brothers vehicle and enter the sanctuary it provided.

As you shut the car door you gazed into the passenger side rear view mirror. Off in the distance, you could make out Eddies defeated form- shoulders heavy and fists clenched.

You roughly tossed your backpack over your shoulder and into the backseat in annoyance at Eddies behavior. You huffed and slumped into the passenger seat, arms crossed over themselves and closed your heavy eyes.

“You okay there?” your brother questioned.

“Yeah, just… Just a long day.” You sighed in response.

The distance between you and Eddie felt like a vast and hallow canyon. The wind that blew through it was harsh and bitter- no mercy for its two lonely inhabitants.

As you drove away from the school, the canyon expanded wider- the tremors of its growth could be felt by all.

About You

(Late December 1984- Early January 1985)

Chapter 3: The Party

Eddie Munson x female!harrington!reader

Chapter summary: You find it harder and harder still to resist the temptation that is Eddie.  Eventually, you let yourself take the leap, but will the plan be executed according to design...? 

Word Count: 7k

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Chapter warnings: +18 mature themes, panic attacks, angst, light fluff, mature language, mentions of sex, mentions of drugs and smoking (weed and cigarettes), partying, drinking (reader being heavily intoxicated), 

If you were in a staring contest with the trees in your backyard, it’s safe to say you won.  Your eyes had been glued on the foreboding lumber for 5 minutes now, daring anything in the tree line to move. Within the trees you saw yourself, weaving in and out of them with Nance, the two of you willing Barb to return with the power of your thoughts and sheer desperation.  

Your hands unconsciously bawled at your sheets, anchoring yourself to your bed- reminding you of your reality.  You are here. In bed.  At home.  Not under the ground or in a cloud of toxic particles or being chased by one of those… things.  You refused to say their names.  You refused to give them power. However, every once and a while, you would find yourself trapped in a feeling- unable to shake the notion that something bad was about to happen.  

That’s how you found yourself frozen in bed, deep in surveillance of your backyard, and on the verge of a panic attack.  

That is also how your brother found you.

Steve rapped at your bedroom door, “Y/n, you up-“

He stopped as soon as he ingested your state. Eyes glassy and panicked, trembling fists- white knuckled on your comforter-, and battling a waking nightmare.  

Your brother rushed to your bed and pried your eyes away from the window, taking your head in his hands and angling your face towards his.  His eyes searched frantically for any sign of consciousness in your eyes, drowning in a memory and needing a lifejacket.

“Y/n! Hey y/n, it’s okay. You’re home.  I’m here.  It’s okay.”

The dam finally burst, and the tears began the trek down your cheeks.  You transferred your grip from your sheets to Steve’s white sleep shirt and collapsed into his chest, a warm embrace waiting for you.  He held you as your body wracked in sobs.  “I know,” he cooed.  “I get them too.  It’s okay. You’re safe.”

He understood, so he just helped you ride out the wave of emotions.  Once your cries had died down, you removed yourself from the safety of his hug and he confronted you, “That was a bad one.”

You just nodded, unable to articulate the severity of the trance you were held in moments before.

“Do you wanna come up town with me?  Mom left a list of errands to run.  Maybe it’ll distract you? Take your mind off everything?” he offered.  You pondered the proposition, eyes darting to the window.  You heart leap at the thought of escaping the forest that threatened to consume you and nodded your head yet again in agreeance.

“Okay.  Take your time and calm down.  Come get me when you’re ready.”  He smiled and patted your shoulder.  Standing up from your bed, Steve made his way to your bedroom door, closing it on the way out.  

Your gaze shifted from your doorway to the phone that sat on your bedside table.  Your fingers almost physically itched to dial the sequence of numbers you knew all too well.  You yearned to hear a voice that would clam you down in seconds and soothe your jangled nerves.  You were almost desperate enough to call him, just to hear him say “Hello?” into the receiver- then hang up.  Almost.

You were desperate.  Not psychotic. So, you removed your gaze from the phone to squash the temptation and began about your morning slowly, still recovering from the involuntary emotional outburst.

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This was the best part of Winter Break in your opinion.  Getting to do activities during the day rather than being trapped in a depressing school building for 6 hours.  

What made it extra perfect was the after Christmas calm.  People were no longer making mad dashes from store to store to buy presents for loved ones, traffic calmed down, and there is no longer the crackle of anticipation in the air. The atmosphere of the tiny town was peaceful and content, like taking a nap with a full belly after a satisfying meal.  

You and Steve made your way downtown silently, the only noise filling the cabin of the car was the low drill of the Christmas music that would continue to haunt radio stations until late January.  You still needed time to recover from your meltdown that morning, and Steve understood, so he allowed the silence to swallow you both whole.  

As you reached the outskirts of the town square, Steve informed you of your tasks for the day. “Alright, so I’ve got to get an oil change on the car and pick up some stuff from Mel’s.  How about you wander around for an hour while I get the car taken care of and then we can head to the store together?”

“Sounds good.”  You softly smiled at your older brother.  You instructed him to drop you off in front of the local coffee shop, swiftly exiting the car with your pocketbook in hand and long plaid skirt swooshing around your knees.  The minute you stepped out of the car, a cloud of cold enveloped you- causing you to zip up your jacket over your large sweater and quickly make your way into the store.

The smell of the brewing coffee welcomed you like an old friend.  And so did Dina.  But that was because she was an old friend.  She worked behind the counter and was instructed to greet everyone who passed through the doorway.

“Welcome to Indiana Brew!” Her voice bounced around the nearly empty café, echoing off the black and while tiled floor.  “It’s Y/n, D!” you alerted her.

A crisp chuckled broke from your lips as her head emerged from below the counter, like an animal peeking out of their hiding spot.  Dina had always been what her mother liked to call a “wild-child”, her mannerisms proving the nickname correct. “Oh, thank God!  I’m so bored!” she rolled her eyes in relief.  

A man sitting a few tables away from the counter eyed the pair of girls.  Dina took notice, “No offense.  Sorry… It’s been truly a pleasure serving you.”  She gave an awkward smile, and the man returned it by scoffing and quickly leaving the two of you alone in the coffee scented shop. “Well fuck you too then.”  Dina muttered to herself as the bell above the door sounded on its journey back closed.  

“Is there buried treasure back there?”  You question leaning over the counter to inspect what your friend hand been doing on the floor before you’d arrived.  “I wish.  Unfortunately, it’s about half a pound of coffee beans I knocked over and proceeded to step on.”  She chuckled and moved into a sweeping curtsey, ducking her head, and raising her apron like a beautiful ballgown.  “The luxurious life of a barista.”  

And the wild child strikes again. 

“Sometimes your innate gift to make every job harder than it needs to be astounds me.”

“I know.  I amaze myself sometimes!”

You both giggled and you proceed to order yourself a large, warm coffee to keep you company on the cold winter day.  You bid your friend a good day and wandered out into the main street of Hawkins, looking for something to keep you occupied while you waited on Steve.  

You passed by the record store and decided the final feat to lift your spirits would be some music. So, you entered the shop hastily and dove into the rows of records closest to the door.  The sound of The Smiths drifted through the body of the store and into your ears, making you tap your foot in time with the song.

A familiar voice emerged from behind you, sounding only a few steps away. “Well, look who the cat dragged in!”

A smile cracked on your face before you even turned around.  “Hey Eds.”

You clutched your coffee to your chest as you faced the brown eyed boy, who was gleaming down at you like you’d just given him a million dollars.  His hands were shoved in the pockets of his signature leather jacket that was thrown over a thin, deep red sweater.  Eddie always ran warm, never needing many layers to protect him from the cold.

“How are you?  How was your holiday?” He questioned, eager to strike up a conversation with you.

“Real good.  Nothing too eventful happened.  It’s just been a nice break from school, especially for Steve.  How was yours?”

“Honestly, it was pretty nice.  I got Wayne a mug as always, and like every year he acted as he had no idea that’s what he would get.  He gave me a few bucks to pick out a new record. So, I’m currently searching for my new addition.  Any suggestions?”

You feigned thought for a moment. “Ever heard of Madonna?  She’s got a bitchin sound I know you’d be into!”

Eddie tossed his head back in boyish laughter, the noise better than any record in the shop you both stood in.  

You then feigned annoyance. “I’m serious!  You gotta get some variety in your collection.  If you keep listening to only metal, your brain is gonna melt out of your ears- and chicks don’t dig that.”

Eddies dimples highlighted his charming smile as we pulled his hands out of his pockets and raised them by his shoulders in defeat.  The silver chain bracelet that sat upon his wrist clanked against the safety pins on his sleeves at the movement; this caught your attention because you had given that to him for his birthday.  It warmed your frozen heart to see it still in his possession.  “Fine! You win. I will spend my Christmas money on an album of your choosing.”  

Eddie was nervous to give you such power.  The boy didn’t come by money like Wayne’s Christmas cash easily, and he knew you were aware of that.  It was quite the sacrifice to turn over his gift to you and for a split second as he proposed the idea, he wondered if he would make you uncomfortable.  

Giving you free reign to a gift like that was something he wouldn’t have thought twice about a few months ago, but now?  Now, things were different.  Would you shirk away from the bold gesture? 

Eddies brain thought up a million different disastrous reactions that could occur in a millisecond.  In even less time, you erased his worries. 

Your eyes lit up and a smile expanded on your face, almost spilling the coffee cup in your hand as you bounced up and down in excitement at Eddie relenting. “Really?  Yes!” you praised ad you skipped off further into the store, in search of the perfect record.  

“Hey, go easy on me okay?” the curly haired boy called from behind you.  “I can do Bowie or the Beatles, but I draw the line at Blondie, okay?”

“Well, you agreed to an album of MY choosing. You really shouldn’t just toss your Christmas money around that carelessly!” you rebutted over your shoulder, finding a shelf to place your cup on and take your large overcoat off.  

A small snort came from the blushing boy, a habit of his that would always come out when it was just the two of you- letting all your guards down.  A habit you found intoxicatingly endearing.  

There were only a few souls in the store, so you placed your jacket and pocketbook on top of a box of records without worry.  

Eddie groaned as he finally caught up with your energetic figure, flittering like a pixie in and out of shelves of music and waist high rows of records.  “Fine, I’m upping the ante then!”  

You eyed him suspiciously, hands dancing across the tops of records, and you listened to his stipulation.

“You only have 3 minutes to pick it out.”  

Your ears perked up. “Wait, what?”  

He gathered the sleeve of his jacket farther up his forearm to reveal is watch, studying it for a split second.  “Yep! And your time starts…”

“Don’t you dare!”  you cautioned.  

“Now!”

“Damn you!”  you cursed, taking off like a bat out of hell, shifting through as much music as you possibly could in your time limit.  

Eddie stood in place amused with his arms crossed over his lean chest, watching you dart around the store as he monitored the time.  “A minute thirty!”

You huffed dramatically and you froze in your tracks, willing yourself to concentrate.  

In the silence of your pause, you caught a melody in your ear that emerged from the record that had been playing when you first arrived in the store. “Ah ha!”

You raced passed Eddie as he counted down from thirty.  A flash of blue caught your peripheral vision.  You turned and spotted the record you needed.  You grabbed it and dashed back to Eddie just as your time ran out.

“And what shall you present me with?”  he cautiously questioned you, holding his palms out flat in front of him.  You pulled the record from behind your back and placed it in his hands, allowing him to carefully study it.  

“Hatful of Hollow?”

“Yep.  The Smiths is like my new favorite band. This is a compilation album of a bunch of their singles and B-sides.  It’s pretty life changing.”  

Eddie admired you as you gushed about the band, waving your hands animatedly around your body as your articulated their impact on you.  His hands itched to wind themselves around your waist and pull you close, and his lips tingled to have them pressed against yours.  He felt himself unconsciously drawing nearer to you as you continued to ramble, beginning to close the gap in between the two of you slowly.

You, however, did notice his drifting, and while this would be welcomed at any other time, you were still too emotionally raw from this morning to try to participate in the dance you and Eddie find yourselves performing every time you interacted.  So, you snatched the record out of his hands and dashed towards the checkout counter to put some space in between you both.

Super smooth Y/n. Totally rad when you run away from the boy you’re in love with like you’re in the first grade.  Not immature at all.

Eddie trailed after you and bought the record, while you beamed behind him at his surrender to widen his tastes.  While he finished the check out, you returned to the shelf and stack of records to retrieve your long-forgotten coffee cup and jacket.  You approached Eddie as he grabbed the bag from the counter and the both of you exited the store.  

“Hey what time is it?”

“Almost 11.”

“I should probably head over to the auto shop, Steve’s waiting for me there.”

“The prince is fixing carriages now?”

You chuckled at his mocking. “Very funny.  The tin bucket needed some oil.  I was just wasting time.”

“You want me to walk you there?”

Your heart hammered in your chest.  The thought of a public outing with your ex-boyfriend, even something as small as walking you across the square, is enough to set your nerves on edge.

This is what you want Y/n.  You’ll never get him back if you don’t get close to him again.  Don’t be a pussy.

“Sure. I’d like that a lot.”  

“Cool. Oh shit, I left my wallet inside. Wait right here.”

Eddie dashed back through the glass door and into the store, leaving you cold on the sidewalk.  

In that instance, a deafening sound invaded your space- contrasting harshly with the smooth voice of Morrissey that was in your ears only moments before. Suddenly, a flash of blue crossed your vision, and just as quickly left it, as Billy Hargrove’s muscle car raced by.  

You hadn’t seen, more like heard, that car since that night.  The night of the tunnels.  And just like that, you were sucked back into another memory- mirroring the state you were in this morning.  You gazed down the street, long after the car had turned off and out of sight- gaze unfocused and mind lost in thoughts of when you were a passenger in that car. Your beaten brother cradled in your arms as Max drove like a maniac, truly earning her nickname.  

Thoughts of your bloodied brother, of Billy's shouting, of the kids screaming, of the roaring engine, of the chaos of the events in the tunnels, all flooded your mind.  It was a noose of memories and dread, slowly getting tighter, choking you and constricting your airways- suffocating you under the gravity of what happened.  

Eddie reemerged from the music store, wallet in his pocket and bag in hand, when he stumbled upon you in a state, he hadn’t left you in.  

He had been working up enough confidence in the store to proposition you.  “So, I was thinking maybe you’d wanna come listen to this with me. I mean just to make sure I appreciate it correctly...” he trailed off at the sight of you.  When he left you, you were smiling up at him, sheepishly accepting his offer.  Your cheeks had been a shade of pink from blushing and the cold air, but now you face lacked any life- void of expression as you stared down the street.  Your body was tensed up and you seemed on high alert, yet at the same time completely unaware of your surroundings.  He’d never seen you like this before, and he never, ever, wanted to see you like this again.

“Y/n?” he called.

No reply.  Just staring.

“Y/n?” he tried again, moving closer to you.  

More staring.

“Sweetheart?” he reached his arm out to rest of your shoulder, and your face immediately snapped towards the intrusion on your personal space.  However, after snaking your gaze upwards to identify the perpetrator, your gaze softened to find the metal head you loved.  

“Oh, hey.”  You muttered, shifting your weight from foot to foot and readjusting your pocketbook onto your shoulder.

“Are you alright?  I just called your name like 3 times, and you didn’t reply.  You were just staring off…” he spoke to you as if you were a frightened deer, and it irritated you.  

“Yea, I was just lost in thought, I guess.  I’ve been a total space cadet lately.”

“That’s okay.  You ready to go?”

“Um yea, I think I better head over alone.  I just…” you began to tear up again.

Dammit.  This is so embarrassing.

The emotions of the onset of memories hit you like a freight train causing you to well up.  Eddie went to speak but you cut him off.

“Don’t.  Just… it’s okay.” You told him, darting off. You pushed past him, but your arm was caught in a steel grip.  In a moment of instinct, Eddie decided he couldn’t let you leave him like this. Not in distress.  Not in tears.  He wouldn’t allow you to be in agony for some unknown reason and let you go through it alone.  He wouldn’t allow you to be in pain and not do something about it.  So, he did the only thing he could think of.  

His arm shot out and grabbed your wrist, twisting your body back around to his before you could take off. He reached his other arm around to your shoulder and brought you into a bone crushing hug.  This hug felt like a thousand’s words, a million kisses, a hundred lifetimes together, all rolled up into one.  If soulmates existed, the power of this hug proved it.  One of his arms wrapped around your middle like he had been so desperate to do in the store and the other held your head to his chest, while both of your arms reached to secure themselves around his torso.

This was the first true physical contact between the two of you in months and it felt like an explosion had gone off in your chests.  There was no space between your bodies, and you both took the moment to soak up each other. There, in the middle of the street, Eddie held you for the first time in a long time, and he consoled you as he should have done that cold November night. That night when you came to him for support and comfort, and he returned your wish with heartbreak and misery for the both of you.

Eddie might be on his second try of senior year, but he is not dumb.  He learns from his mistakes. So, he just held you.  And you didn’t weep like you both thought you would.  The minute you were wrapped in his embrace, the tears dissipated and only warmth remained.  The blanket of warmth that appeared whenever you two were together was now encompassing you both, wrapping around you like the coverings of a mummy- entombing you both in warmth and emotion.  

A few moments passed before the intimacy of the moment became too inappropriate for the open street, where people were walking by.  You felt the action overwhelm you, and you became flustered again.  You muttered a soft “thank you” into the soft of his sweater and you removed yourself from his embrace, making the journey to find Steve- without looking back.  

Eddie watched you walk away until you disappeared down the street and around a corner. But he didn’t feel lonely.  You had left the warm blanket with him, a parting gift.  It hugged him and kept him full of love and hope. Eddie clutched the warm spot on his sweater by his collarbone where your head had heated the fabric up with your breath. A remnant of you.  A reminder that he made progress.  

He smiled to himself, proud at his achievement of not only making physical contact with you but cheering you up from your distressed state and sauntered off to his van- feeling like the king of Hawkins.

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The shrill ring of the telephone on your bedside table startled you out of concentration.  You had, only moments before, been deeply engrossed in your book- traveling across seas, battling monsters, and saving the world all within the confines of your mind.  

A thought crossed your mind as you lived vicariously through the protagonist. While most people would never know of fighting monsters besides in books and movies, you knew what it was to battle them in real life.  And reality was much less selfless and courageous as the stories portrayed it to be.  You knew what it was like to fight, not because it was the right thing to do, but because it was the only thing to do.  You’ve been presented situations before in which your only option was to fight or die.  

The sound of the phone pulled you from your intense thoughts, grounding you back in reality. The pink device screamed only a few feet away from you, so you discarded your book on the opposite side of your bed and grabbed the receiver.  

“Hello?” you heard your brother say into the receiver.

“Oh, hey Steve!  It’s Tammy.  Is y/n there?”

“Yea, I’m here Tam.”

“I’ll leave you guys to it then.”  Your brother huffed, the receiver clicking as he hung up his line.

“What’s up Tam?” you questioned, twirling the coiled cord of the phone around your index finger.

“Could you do me a favor?  I’m in a bit of a jam here.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Well, I’m finally going steady with Brad, and he was mentioning how he wanted to go to like a real rager of a New Year’s party. And I was like ‘Well you know I throw one every year right?  Everyone comes to it!’ And he asked me ‘Will there be booze?’ And I was like ‘Um, yea, this is a party not a playdate.’ And he was like ‘Will you have grass?’ And of course I said yes like an idiot knowing damn well I don’t have any grass for the party-“

“Tammy!  Get to the point!” you chuckled as she rambled on in that faux valley girl way of hers.

“Yesh, okay!  Point being, I don’t have Eddie’s number so could you call him up and ask him to come to the party?”

You paused.  

“Y/n?  You there?”

“Yea, I’m here.  I hear you.  May I ask why I can’t just give you his number and you ask him?  It is your party.”

“Let me rephrase.  I don’t want to talk to Eddie after what happened last year. But I’m willing to put it aside because I need grass for Brad.  I need you to ask him for me because he won’t do it if I ask him.”

You rolled your eyes at the thought of the events of last year’s party.  A shiver rolled down your spine as you thought about the feeling of water from your soaked hair rolling down your back- making your shirt stick to your skin- and vomit-soaked carpet underneath your bare feet.  

That was an absolute shit-show.  Never again will I mix beer and vodka.

“What makes you think me asking him will make him do it?”  

“Aren’t you his girlfriend?”

“Tammy, we haven’t been dating for like 2 months now!” 

“Well excuse me!  I have my own things going on, sorry I don’t have time to stalk you!”

“I’m hanging up now Tam.” 

“No, no, no! Okay!  I’m sorry that was like way harsh of me.  But seriously, please?  Can you do this for me?”  

You paused again and sighed into the receiver. You had shifted yourself upside down on your bed, feet resting in the air against your headboard as your hair splayed out around your head at the end of the bed.  You wiggled your toes in contemplation and stared up at your ceiling- finding shapes and patterns on the popcorn ceiling above you.  

“Fine.  But you owe me.”

“Yes!  Thank you so much y/n!  Brad is so gonna have sex with me now!” Tammy gushed as she dragged out the “so” in emphasis.

You gave a hardy laugh at her questionable morals, said goodbye, and hung up the phone.

Suddenly, the aura in your room shifted.  Now, you had a task, and you didn’t know if you had the will power to complete it.  The hour was late, and you were unsure if he would even answer the phone- but in your heart you knew that was just an excuse.  You always used to call Ed’s at this hour and were certain he would answer.

What you were unsure of was if you could handle the intimacy of it.  His gruff late-night voice, the sound of his voice against your ear, the memory of all the nightly phone calls that had come before this one.  

You needed something to anchor you, so you wrapped a quilt around your body, sat up against your headboard, and settled your telephone in front of you. Slowly, you picked up the receiver and let muscle memory take over, using your pointer finger to wind the dial in the order of numbers that you used to every night.

Funny, the first time I work up the nerve to call him is when it’s out of obligation. How disappointing.  

You took deep, steady breathes as the phone rang.

Ring, ring, ring.

Inhale.  Exhale.

Ring, Ring, Ring.

Inhale.  Exhale.

Ring, Ring, - “Hello?”

Your heart pounded so hard you swore Eddie must have been able to hear it through the receiver.  

“Eds?”

It was now his turn to pause.  Eddie couldn’t believe his ears as your voice invaded them.  He must have done something right that day to earn such a karmic reward as this.

“Y/n?”

“Hey there!  Sorry, I know it’s late- “

“No!  You’re fine! What’s up?” he interjected- quick to dispel any worries you had.

“Well, I’d love to say this call is for pleasure, but I’ve been sent here on business.”

“Business?  What kind of business?”

“Your only kind of business Eds.”

His smooth chuckled echoed into the receiver.

“Right.  Stupid question.  So, who needs what and when?”

“Well… you’re not gonna love it…” you trailed off, anxious to ask him the favor.

“Y/n…”

“Dingbat needs you to work her New Years party.”

“What?”

He took a minute to comprehend.  Then he realized, “No!  No way, tell Tammy to find another guy.  Not after last year.”

“Eddie please, I promised her you’d come.”

“Darren can do what exactly what I do.”  

“You know he only does hard shit, and I’m not trying to kill a house full of high schoolers.  Come on, it’ll be different this time!”

“That’s such bullshit y/n and you know it!  I’ll get there, sell for maybe 30 minutes before something goes terribly wrong or somebody starts calling me a freak and tries to kick me out!  It’s not worth the headache.”

You rubbed the skin in the between your eyebrows and slid down to the bridge of your nose, pinching it between your thumb and index to provide relief.

“Eddie I promise you that won’t happen.  I will personally see to it that nobody will bother you.  Andy owes me a favor- he’ll keep an eye on the table!”

“I don’t need a babysitter Y/n.”

You sighed.  “It’s not a babysitter Ed.  It’s backup.”

“Y/n…” Eddie groaned into the receiver.  

“Come on, please?  For me?  Tammy will be a bitch to me all night if you don’t do it.”  You shakily pleaded.  

“Oh, you’re going, too?” 

“Well, yeah.  I wouldn’t be asking you to come to this if I wasn’t going.”

“Fine.”

A pause.

“Wait what? You’ll do it?”

“Yes, but because you want me to do it.  NOT for Dingbat.”

You chuckled, relieved you wouldn’t have to call Tammy back with bad news.

“You are truly a selfless man Eddie.  A saint in your own right.”  

“Yea, yea, keep sweet talking me.  It’s working.  So same time and place as last year?”

“Yep!  God, thank you again Ed’s you’re a life saver.  I did not want to try to find another guy.”

“It’s fine, but you owe me now.  I can cash in one favor at any time I please.”

“Alright, I promise.  Now Tammy can get laid.  Thanks a bunch!”

“Pardon?”

“Yea, don’t think about it too hard.”

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The music thumped in time like a jackhammer, slowly splitting Eddies skull in two halves.  

He swore no amount of money was worth working a New Years Eve party, he’d learned a hard lesson last year that involved vomit, a quick brush with the law, and Tammy Thompsons pet rabbit.  Yet, here he was, for the second year in a row, sitting at her laminated mahogany wood dining table with his black, metal lunch box, a solo cup of some drink he had been nursing for the past hour, and a headache to end all headaches.  

Eddie hadn’t been sleeping well lately, his dreams plagued with nightmares of you breaking his heart over and over again, and his late nights seemed to be catching up to him.  

But, he had promised you he’d come.  And a promise to you was like a blood-oath- something he wouldn’t dare to break.

Eddie had been having a pretty successful night, selling more than enough to make up for the pain of being present.  He’d had the pleasure of meeting Brad- a jock type that wore Tammy on his arm like a drunk monkey.  

“See Brad! Grass!  Like I promised!”  Tammy slurred into Brads face- more like smushed into his cheek.  The towering boy eyed Eddie for a moment before reaching in his wallet and asking about prices.  He forked over some cash and pocketed the baggie of blunts.  

Before they could stumble away, Eddie grabbed the neon pink sleeve of Tammy’s blazer, anchoring her for a moment to pose a question.  “Have you seen Y/n yet?”

The fluffy haired blonde flipped her locks over her shoulder as she rolled her eyes curtly.  “No, I haven’t.  She said she’d get here at like 11.”  She stomped off, annoyed to be talking to the metal head.

He gathered his jacket up his arm and peered at his watch, clocking the time at 5 till 11.  You would be joining the party in mere moments, and Eddie felt a flurry of nerves brew in his stomach.  In an attempt to settle his nerves, he knocked back the rest of his drink in one go- only aggravating his headache with the sudden jerk of his head at downing the liquid courage.  

******

Your heart had been racing and your mind reeling all day- anxious to attend the party and see Eddie. You were determined to make a move tonight, to try and bridge the gap between you two and rekindle your romance.

Only one problem. Your nerves got the better of you and you pre-gamed like a maniac at your house with Dina.  So now you stumbled into the threshold of the Thompson residence, arm slung around Dina as Steve herded you both through the door.  

With a staircase to your left and a doorway to the dinning room on your right, your inebriated brain decided to chuck your thick jacket at Steve and ascend the steps, only for Steve to grab you by the waist and hoist you down from the steps- causing a burst of laughter to bubble explosively out of your chest.

“Oh no you don’t. Party is this way.”  Your brother instructed you, lightly guiding you forward through the house to the living room where the party raged on. Dina had long since left your side in search of a drink. Grace Adler made eye contact with Steve, beckoning him towards her with a silent siren’s song.  This left you alone to shift through the crowd in order to find a group to join.

In mid-conversation with Donnie, Eddie halted his sentence in its tracks.  A laugh sliced through the air; one he would recognize anywhere. He turned his head in time to watch as Steve nudged you deeper into the house, just past the wall that obstructed you from his view.  His heart skipped a beat, and quickly restarted as his friend snapped his fingers in front of his face.

“Earth to Eddie, come in Eddie!”  Donnie chuckled.  

Eddie turned his head back to the boy that sat in front of him.

“Y/n just got here.” “I know.  I heard her.  You gonna go see her?”

Eddie picked at the skin on the side of his thumb anxiously- debating his options.

He could either pussy out and avoid you all night in order to not get flustered and say something stupid. Or he could find you and try to win back the girl he loved. The latter was his only option.

*******

The latter proved to be the harder option, but not because he was scared.  He simply couldn’t track you down in the 2-story house filled with seemingly hundreds of kids.  He drifted through the house, feeling like a ghost amongst his peers who would not acknowledge him, being too wrapped up in their own drunken hazes.  

He would spot you in the kitchen, walk towards it, then find the area deserted- only for you to pop up on the living room couch ten minutes later.  You were like a sprite- flittering around the house like you had done in the record store- seemingly everywhere and nowhere all at once.  

In your own mind, you were in deep turmoil.  You yourself couldn’t spot Eddie in the crowd of teenagers, and multiple times that night you had began to believe he wasn’t present.  You would send a little prayer to the universe every so often, wishing he would appear in front of you.  You thought maybe he had decided to stand you up (technically stand Tammy up) and this only drove you to drink and dance harder.  

Eddie made his may back to his lunch box on the dinning room table, about to pack it in for the night and deciding it was not meant to be to see you that night. Somehow, over the booming music and loud conversations, Eddie heard a commotion come down the stairs.  He watched as you descended from the top, trying not to trip over your black kitten heels as you loosely clutched the railing. Your eyes were lazy, and half closed as you swayed from step to step loudly, singing along to the song playing.  

Eddie could sense that it was not a good idea to let you walk down alone, so he raced to the bottom of the step.  His prediction stood correct as you tripped over one of the bottom steps, reaching out to grab the closest thing- Eddies biceps. The boy wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.  You looked up as the adrenaline from the stumble pumped through your body- a temporary moment of clarity occurring.

“Am I really drunk or are you Eddie?” you slurred out at the beautiful boy in front of you.  Eddie chuckled and held your hips steady, as you swayed in his grasp. “I am Eddie, and you are very drunk sweetheart.”  You giggled and rested your arms on his strong shoulders, draped in his leather jacket.  

“Your always so funny, Teddy.  One of the things I like most about you.”  You tucked a curl behind his ear and trailed your finger down his jaw, neck, collarbones, to settle on his chest.

This took Eddie by surprise. Teddy was a nickname of endearment he hadn’t heard in months, and the sound of it on your lips combined with the feeling of your hands was enough to stir something within his core.  He gapped at you; face flushed.

You looked up to the ceiling and whispered a small thank you with your eyes closed.  Eddie flashed his eyes to the ceiling to try and peer at what you saw, only to eye a cream-colored ceiling.  

Numbers began to be screamed around the pair of your as you clutched onto each other at the bottom on the staircase.  Midnight was approaching and your face was getting frighteningly close to Eddies.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Eddie demanded as he removed his grip on your waist in favor of one on your cheeks and jawline.    

“I’m gonna kiss you at midnight.” You spoke to him in your drunken stupor as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

As the final countdown began you leaned your face forwards again, determined to complete your plan. However, Eddie had other ideas. He couldn’t let the first time you kiss since the breakup be when you are plastered on a holiday where you are expected to kiss someone.  If this is going to happen again, it will happen privately, a moment solely belonging to the two of you and not the hundreds of strangers surrounding you currently.  

While winding your fingers around his neck, your nose brushed his, and Eddie revealed in the contact. But before your lips could make contact, Eddie maneuvered his thumb to press over your lips just as they came close enough to his own that he could feel your hot, alcohol ridden breath fan over them.  

Ironically, it was the vodka on your breath that sobered Eddie up, pulling him from the moment of ecstasy he lost himself in from your closeness.  He pulled his face back from yours, leaving his thumb against your lips, and moving the other hand to find purchase on your waist again.  Your eyes shot open and welled up, pulling your face back from his own so fast that the movement threw you off balance, causing you to step backwards and catch yourself on the railing that started at the bottom of the stairs.  Eddie stepped forward to catch you and simultaneously cage you, desperate to explain his actions.

He took your face in his hands again and brought his mouth to your ear.  “The next time we kiss, I want us to both be sober for it.”  He brought his face around to ghost his lips across yours once more, muttering a final sentiment that surely would have brought you to your knees if you weren’t gripping the handrail.  

It’s a shame you were too drunk to hear what he said.

The alcohol in your system, the music and shouting in your ears, and the feeling of Eddies hands on you were so all encompassing and overwhelming, that you simply didn’t process what he had said.  All you could comprehend was that you tried to kiss Eddie, and he stopped you.  And you couldn’t hear his words over the blood pumping in your ears, but it sure felt like he was making fun of you for it now.

Oh god.  What have I done.  I’m so dumb.  So very, fucking dumb.

You pushed your way out of his embrace and staggered to the front door only a few feet away.  Eddie let you, hoping the moment of separation would allow you to think.  He went back to the table- maneuvering around the bodies of kissing teenagers- to grab his lunchbox and hopefully meet up with you outside.  

The night air you stepped out into only further added to the feeling of drowning that was swelling up in your throat.  The few tears that blurred your vision burned in the crisp air- yet you managed to not fall down the porch steps and trudge your way to where your foggy memory recalled Steve had parked.  

Steve had already been in the car for 20 minutes.  His desire to socialize had disappeared around a quarter to 12 o’clock, right along with the girl he had been chatting up who suddenly “needed a smoke break” and did not want company.  

You fell into the passenger seat and the warmth of the car enveloped you like a warm hug.  You haphazardly shut the door, not caring to check if it had closed all the way, before turning your tear-streaked face to gaze at your equally drained brother.

“Home?” he pleaded.

“Home.” You agreed.  

Eddie stood on the dark porch steps and watched as Steve’s car pulled out of it’s parking spot on the grass and barreled down the street.  It seemed the Harrington's could not get away from the Thompson residence fast enough, and a horrible feeling of dread filled Eddie.

Shit.

About You

(Mid-Late December 1984) Chapter 2: The Dance 

Eddie Munson x female!harrington!reader

Chapter summary: A month has passed since the breakup and both you and Eddie have decided you can’t stay apart. However, pride and anxiety seem to have other plans. An awkward school dance might help make a breakthrough in your relationship though... 

Word Count: 6.9k 

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Chapter warnings: 18+ minors DNI for mature themes, angst, smoking (reader), adult language, angst, partying, underage drinking (reader and co.), 18+ suggestive content (not smut just like sporadic, vague mentions of suggestive themes), anxiety, fluffy convos, 

A brick wall made jarring contact with your nose as you rounded the corner of the deserted Hawkins High halls.  Disoriented, you stumble backwards only to be held in place by a pair of steel arms- preventing you from causing any further injury to your persons in the process of reacting to the initial assault on your nose.  Without opening your eyes, you already know who is holding you steady- you’d know the grip on your arms anywhere.  These arms have wrapped around you many of times; to comfort you, to protect you, to pleasure you.  

You open your eyes and find Eddies eyes searching your face and body frantically for any serious damage while locking you in his iron grip.  “Holy shit- y/n I’m so sorry sweetheart are you alright?”  He questioned quickly and apologetically.  

A blush creeped up your neck at the term of endearment as you stepped back from him- needing air between the two of you in order to think straight.  Your arm gripped your chest and the painted concrete wall beside you, providing support to settle your rattled nerves.  

“Yea I’m okay.  Free nose job I guess.” You chuckled, moving your hand from your chest to lightly tap at your nose and feel for anything out of place.  Eddie stifled a belly laugh at your optimistic comment- successfully putting his anxieties to rest.  

“Are you sure I don’t need to drive you to like the hospital or something?”

“I think walking would be a safer option than you driving.”

He clasped his hands together and jabbed them at the center of his chest, pretending to knock the air out of his lungs as he stumbled backwards, “Low blow.  Truly, you wound me.” You giggled as you stooped down to pick up the backpack you dropped in the flurry of the impact and lift it onto your shoulder.  

“What are you doing here so late?  Don’t you know the weirdo’s creep out at night?” he teased at you wiggling his fingers in your face.  “Oh, I’m well aware. I’ve recently had an encounter with one and he damn near broke my nose.”

“Hey, I said I was sor- “

“But I’m a big girl, I can handle them.  Also, I had cheer practice, so I had to stay. I should be asking you why you’re here mister.” You squinted your eyes at him in curiosity.

Eddie crossed his arms and leaned his side against a row of lockers in an effort to look nonchalant, “I think we both know why I’m here.”

You arched your eyebrow, “Stalking me?”

“You wish, weirdo.”

“Coming from the chronic detentionee.”

He rolled his eyes and giggled as you popped your hip out dramatically to the side and rested you hand on top of it in a display of annoyance.

“What were you in for this time?”

“I may or may not have stolen some test answers out of Mrs. Woodhouse’s desk. During her planning period.  And got caught.”

Sighing, you threw your arms up in the air, “Eds!” 

“Hey, you said you wanted me to graduate!  How else am I supposed to do that!” He pushed off the lockers and walked over to the opposite side of the hall, opening his conveniently placed locker, and pulling a pack of cigarettes out.

Your arms dropped back to your hips, and you stroked your chin feigning being deep in thought.  “I’m not sure maybe you could, oh I don’t know, study?”

He craned his neck around to give you a side eye, “Come on, y/n.  Let’s be realistic here.”

You giggled at his antics.  As he lit up a smoke- the warm blanket returned.  It had been a couple of weeks since your last interaction with each other when he gave you a ride home from the party you attended, yet this banter was endlessly more effortless.  You were once more confident around one another.  A comfortable silence returned to envelop the two of you, the playful conversation easing the once tense atmosphere between the you both.  He crossed the hall back to you and extended his hand out, offering you a puff of the cigarette.  

It felt too intimate; putting your lips where his were moments before. However, you couldn’t stop the flutter in your chest or yourself as you reached for the smoke. While you made the exchange, he breathed out the smoke and began elaborating.

“You wanna know the worst part?”  “Oh, do tell.” You pleaded, overexaggerating your interest in his predicament.

He smirked as you took a deep inhale, filling your lungs with the calming depressant that dulled the ever-present ache in your bones for the man who stood in front of you.  

“Woodhouse has taken a particular pleasure in trying give me the hardest time possible.  In order to not flunk the semester, she’s making me run music at the middle school’s dance.” He whined taking the cigarette back from you.

Your face twisted into a confused expression- one that Eddie thought made your look adorably puzzled.  “You’re volunteering at the Snow Ball?” “More like I was volun-told to oversee music. Totally ruining my street cred.” He chuckled out darkly and filled the space between you with the potent smoke from his lungs. Giggling, you retorted back, “Well a little birdie told me all the cool kids are doing it. So, I think your cred is safe.”  

Eddie stared back at your secretive expression, willing you to elaborate on your comment.  You motioned to your mouth and zipped it shut, twisting a phantom key at the corner of your lips, and tossing it behind your shoulder.  “You’re kind of the worst you know.”  Your shoulders shrugged upwards, “Enjoy the crime, you do your time.”  

“Okay Billy Idol.” He scoffed.  

“You knew that?” a twinkle in your eye appeared as it occurred to you, he recognized a line from your favorite artist.  He copied your previous actions and pretended to lock his mouth closed, tossing the key behind his shoulder as you once did.

Silence ensued.  Eyes drank up the sight of each other.  Brains formed phrases you desperately wanted to speak but couldn’t bring yourself to. Arms tingled to entwine yourselves in each other’s beings, noses craved each other’s scents, and ears yearned to once more be graced with the timber of each other’s voices. Infinite longing, silently vocalized into the small space between your bodies and the smoke that lingered by your mouths.  

“You need a ride home?”

“That’s alright, Stevie is probably waiting outside.”  

“You better head out then.  Wouldn’t want to keep the prince waiting.” You rolled your eyes at his snide comment, his disdain for your brother’s popularity peeking through ever so slightly.  

“Alrighty then.  See ya.” You awkwardly waved your arms at him and hiked the strap of your backpack further up the expanse of your shoulder.  As you trekked down the long corridor to the large, glass, double doors, you felt the familiar tingling you got only when his eyes were on you.  

At the doors, your eyes caught an image in the reflection of the hallway lights on the glass- an image of Eddie planted in place with his eyes glued to your form as you glided away from him.  Longing in his eyes and a visible ache in his heart.

You thought for a split second that he might come after you or call out, but then nixed the idea from your mind.  

He broke up with me.  He doesn’t miss me; he just misses the attention.  I can give him attention.  I will give him attention until he doesn’t want mine anymore.  

You push the door open and flee to the comfort of Steve’s presence and the warmth of his car.  Leaving Eddie alone, with no company except for his anxious thoughts.

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“He did not!” you shrieked at the story your brother relayed to you.  The smell of popcorn drifted through the house and butter clung to both your fingers.  The movie you were supposed to be paying attention to went unwatched in favor of gossiping.  “I swear to God y/n.  He grabbed his hands in front of him-“Steve demonstrated as he described, “-and his shoulders touched!”  

“I know he doesn’t have collarbones, but I’ve never seen it in action.”  

“It was the strangest thing I’d ever seen.  But the kid is kinda cool.  He asked me if I’d drive him to that dance next week.”

“Aw, that’s sweet Stevie.” You pinched at his cheeks with your greasy fingers as he swatted them away.  

“I know I know, I’m a saint.  What can I say?”  

“You still gonna take me too?  Or will I be third wheeling on this playdate of yours?”

He rolled his eyes at your mocking and agreed to transport you along with his newfound sidekick.  

“I found out that Eds is gonna be there.” “Gonna be where?” “At the Snow Ball.”

A pause.

“Voluntarily?” You both chuckle. “More like he was volun-told.”

“And you found this out how?” “I may or may not have run into him yesterday and it just came up.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

“I don’t really know.  I caught him staring at me when I left and I swear he even looked sad, but I feel like it was just wishful thinking.  I’m kind of nervous to dress up all nice in front of him, even if he doesn’t care.” You explained while pulling the pillow that decorated your families couch from behind your back and into your lap.  You anxiously fiddled with the decorative fringe at its corners. “We both know he still cares y/n. I’ve seen the way he ogles you at school.”  Steve retorts at your dismissive comment.  

“I get it- I just don’t know what’s going on in his head. Does he regret it?  If I ask him, will I just embarrass myself in putting the idea out there?  Do I even want to get back with him after he couldn’t trust me?  Or, he might still think I cheated on him with Hargrove!”  A gagging noise emerged from your brother’s throat at the mention of his rival’s last name.  

“I told you that you shouldn’t have talked to him after school, of course the prick would try to make a move.  You’re too nice for your own good.”

“Not helping here Steve.”  “Right, sorry.”

“There’s just so many factors that I’m not sure he can even overlook to get back with me.  I wish we could talk about it, but it feels like I’d ruin the common ground we’ve found if I do.  I can’t lose him completely Stevie.”  

Your brother sighed and reached towards the coffee table to grab a fist full of popcorn.  He popped a few into his mouth, munched, and contemplated your situation. “Maybe you don’t need to talk about it. Maybe you can drop some hints or plant some seeds in his brain and see what he does.  Almost like, testing the waters.”

“Steve, that’s like kinda brilliant.  How did you come up with that?”

“Oh, you know me.  You are currently in the presence of Hawkins High’s local Cupid.”

“Oh yea?  And how’s Cupid’s own love life going?”

Steve threw a few pieces of popcorn at your face, getting tangled in your hair as you pulled the pillow up too little too late to block his attack.  “Off topic, back to you!”

The siblings bantered back and forth like a pair of gossiping hens for the rest of the night.  2 more batches of popcorn were made, the kitchen was made sticky from a shaken can of soda- resulting in a very irritated Mrs. Harrington and an assumed Mr. Harrington-, and another movie went played yet unwatched.  

You and Steve parted ways a little before midnight. As you settled into your bed, your head swam with thoughts of your Eddie.  The image of his toothy grin painted across the back of your eye lids and welcomed the darkness of sleep with you.

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You yearned for the smell of last night’s buttery popcorn.  Or any smell that wasn’t beer, vomit, or sweat.  You weren’t particular.  

You sank into the couch, red cup in hand, as you sullenly sipped from the spiked punch.  

Second party in a month.  Never thought my social life would come to this- forced interaction with drunk adult toddlers.

You spied your friend Dina- the culprit who insisted you come out tonight- stumbling her way towards the couch out of your peripheral vision.  You sprung up from your seat, abandoned your drink haphazardly on the lamp table to your right, and caught Dina in your arms before she collapsed onto the suspiciously stained couch.  “I think you’re ready to go home Dina.  Who drove you here?”

“May-May!” She shrieked out.  “Who?”

“May-May!” Dina sang into your ear- blowing out your eardrum in the process.

You held Dina as she swayed around in your embrace and tried to decipher her drunken rambling.

“Oh, Mabel!” “Mabel!” Dina agreed with the vigorous shake of her head.  

You scanned your surroundings and found a friend lounging in a chair on a few feet away from the couch- close enough to hear you call out over the music. “Andy!  Can you come watch Dina while I get her ride?”  Andy swung his head around, his fluffed up brown hair shaking around his head at the motion along with the tiny, silver, dangle earring that reacted the same.  His eyes scanned the scene in front of him and his eyes focused in with determination, “Of course, I won’t let her out of my sight.”  Andy arose from his chair and sat on the couch, leaving room from Dinas drunk form to collapse next to him.  

“Thanks man.”  He made an army saluting motion with his hand, then you turned and walked into the thick of the party to find Mabel.  

After 15 minutes, an awkward bedroom interruption of Mabel and her boyfriend Denis, and convincing Dina to stop petting Andy’s hair, the lot finally got Dina into Denis’ car.  

“Thanks for helping again, Andy, I owe you.”  You closed Dina’s door and patted his shoulder in appreciation.  You averted your attention from Andy’s from retreating into the house at the sound of Denis poking his head out of the driver’s side window.  “You gotta ride home y/n?” he questioned cautiously.  

You shoved your hands into the pockets of your jacket and angled the top half of your body to see Mabel in the passenger seat.  “I can find someone to drive me, you’ve got your hands full with Dina.” Mabel shook her head vigorously and insisted you join your drunk friend in the backseat.  “Plus, I don’t know where she lives,” she added, ”and I don’t think she is any position to give us directions.”

“I thought you drove her here?”

“Yea, but she came over to my house then Denis picked us up.”

A thought crossed your mind for a fraction of a second.  Dina lives in Forest Hills.  Eddie lives in Forest Hills.  Dina lives directly across from Eddies trailer. Your heart skipped what felt like multiple beats at the thought of possibly seeing him, but then you came back down to Earth and realized the probability of you interacting with him tonight was astronomically low.  

It’s Friday night, there is no way he is home.  

Yet your stomach still got butterflies at the thought of being in proximity to the trailer where everything ended.  A place you once frequented multiple times a week.  A place you felt safest in.  A place you have not been in at least a month. You swallowed your nerves and glanced at Denis, eyeing him for permission to accompany them on their journey to Dina’s house and inevitably adding a stop to drop you off.  

Denis smirked at you, thinking your lapse in response was an effect of the alcohol, “Just get in the damn car.”  You giggled and stuck your tongue out at him, making your way around the car to enter the backseat where Dina greeted you with a burp in your face that smelt of vodka and stomach acid.  

Definitely not buttery popcorn.

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Eddie lounged in the comfort of his room.  Another Friday night, another night alone.  It was a slightly warmer than usual December night, creating the perfect opportunity for Eddie to leave his bedroom window ajar; a beautiful breeze filling up his space and lungs.  Silently, he scribbled down notes and ideas for his next Hellfire campaign- ever since that unfortunate November evening, Eddie has found himself with excessive amounts of free time and no choice but to fill it or be left in a spiral of despair and self-loathing.

Without warning, a voice drifted into his room that had not entered since the aforementioned night.  It was so crystal-clear Eddie was concerned for his own sanity; either he had started hearing voices- your voice- in his head or you were somehow hiding in his closet. Neither of his theories yielded correct when, after discarding his busy work, he found your voice originated from outside his bedroom window, somewhere in the shadows of the trailer park he lived in.

There you stood, the streetlight you stood under creating a halo affect around your head and hair, infecting the air around you with your laugh.  To your left was a raven-haired girl he knew to be one of his neighbors, Dina Rodriguez, and a dear friend of yours.  She had her arm draped around your shoulder like she couldn’t stand without you- and after observing for a moment, Eddie realized she couldn’t.  Supporting Dina’s left arm was another member of your squad, Mabel Myers; her boyfriend Denis “something-or-other” trailed behind the group of girls like a bodyguard.

It appeared Dina was either drunk off her ass or high out of her mind- he is familiar with both situations intimately- and it was the duty of you three to see your friend home safe and sound.  She lulled her drooping head to the right and muttered another comment into your ear that sent your laughter exploding from your chest and flooding his ears again.  As you tossed your head back in hilarity your eyes caught his gazing at your from across the street through his window. Immediately turning red, Eddie turned around and rushed to his bed- desperate to dive back into his campaign and distract himself from the colossal embarrassment that was being caught by you.

He heard the door to Dina’s trailer open and close and the sound of your voice disappear behind the thin trailer walls.  After a while, he heard nothing but silence in Forest Hills and assumed you had fled the park with your friends after settling Dina in.  Eddie should know by now to always expect the unexpected when it comes to you, because a few moments after he figured you’d left there was a light tap noise at his window.  At first, he ignored it, choosing to remain focused on his campaign. Yet again, another light tap hit his window.  And a few more second after that, a tiny pebble landed on the open page of his journal he wrote in on his bed.  His eyebrows pinched and he picked up the stone to inspect it.  These shenanigans had your name written all over then, and his heart swelled.

Stone still trapped between his index finger and thumb, Eddie approached his window and opened it further to come face to face with your flaming cheeks.

“Were you throwing stones into my room?” He questioned with a smirk on his face, holding up the pebble and launching it back out his window and onto the gravel below.  

“I’m sorry I have terrible aim.  I meant to hit your window.” You rubbed the back of your neck embarrassedly.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “You stalking me or something?”

You blush at his reference to your last conversation, “You wish, weirdo.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

He cocked his head to the side and rested his hands on the sill of the window, “Coming from the girl who was throwing stones at my window.”

You planted your hands on your hips and raised your eyebrows at him.  “Coming from the guy who was watching me like a creeper from across the street.”

It was now Eddies turn to blush profusely.  “I was hoping you hadn’t seen me.” His eyes flitted to the ground where your white sneakers made contact with the gravel road of the trailer park.  

“I was hoping you wouldn’t see me either.  Didn’t wanna disturb your night.” You shuffled your right foot against the dirt and sent up a gust of particles that had you stepping back slightly as to avoid the cloud.  “Yet here you are, causing a ruckus that would have your mother clutching her pearls.” Eddie chuckled grasping at the guitar pick necklace that dangled across his collarbone, resting atop the black, fitted t-shirt he wore- mimicking a shocked lady.  Your cheeks once more flushed at the insinuation your presence was an intrusion while muttering another apology.  You ran your hand through your hair, a nervous tick Eddie noticed both Harrington siblings had developed over the years.  

Eddie caught his flunder. “Oh, no I didn’t- I wasn’t saying that- erm.. What’s up with Dina?” he tried to change the subject.  

You smiled sheepishly, “One too many hits.  A few too many shots.  And after emptying the contents of her stomach on the ride of the road a few miles back, everything seemed extremely funny to her.  Don’t go hiking around marker 15… it’s not pretty.”  

“Rock on party animal.  Are you okay?”  Eddie asked quizzically.  “Am I okay? Yea.  Am I sober? For the most part.” You giggled.

“You okay to get home? I can give you a ride.”

“It’s okay, Denis is our DD.”

“Ah, I see.  Wait, are they still here?”

“Yea, they are right over there.”  You jammed your thumb behind you at the red hatchback humming at the entrance of the of the trailer park, stalled in place and- apparently- waiting on you.  

“Then what are you doing Y/n?  Don’t hold them up.” Eddie gestured to the car. You zipped your windbreaker up farther and crossed your arms on your chest. You made brief eye contact with the boy in the window before flicking back away to the oh-so interesting weeds growing at the base of the trailer home.  “I’ll get out of your hair in a minute, I just- I guess I just wanted to say hi.”

Just planting some seeds. Testing the waters.  Wondering if yours still in love with me as deeply as I am with you.

Your eyes reached his again, checking for his reaction, only to meet his glassy eyes.

He muttered a soft hello as he leaned further out his window.

You muttered a soft hello back as you stepped towards the opening.  

Eyes locked; hearts pounded in sync.

Then, an ear-splitting car horn shattered the moment, alerting you two that you were not alone. You jumped out of your skin and Eddie almost hit his head on the top of the open pane.  You both laughed awkwardly at the intimate bubble that had burst around you and you shuffled backwards.  

“I better jam.  Later.”

He didn’t respond.  He held his eyes on you and waved his hand back and forth- a reluctant goodbye.  You jogged to the car and stopped when you were about halfway. Suddenly, in a flurry of movement, you raced back to the windowsill.  

Eddies jaw dropped as you approached him.  Eyes locked; hearts pounded in sync.

“My dress will be blue.”

Bewildered eyes peered at half-sober ones.

“Do with that what you will.”

Seed, planted.

Once again you jogged back to the car, but this time you entered the car and exited Forest Hills trailer park.  

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Eddie had a horrible habit of being late to almost everything.  Corroded Coffin had to be at the Hideout at 7:30?  He’s showing up at 8. School starts at 8:45? He’s showing up at 9. Hellfire is right after school? He’s showing up 20 minutes late.  

It’s just how he rolled. His overactive mind usually distracted him from his original intent- making arriving on time a seemingly impossible task for the frazzled metal head.  What he lacked in punctuality, he tried to make up for speediness in travel- an Eddie-ism that has nearly sent you into cardiac arrest on multiple occasions.

Eddie had never been on time for nearly anything in his life, much less early.  Yet here he sat in the back of his van, music low, back doors open, cigarette lit, and 10 minutes early to the mandatory set up for the dance.  

Eddie was early, for the first time in this life, because of you.  Because of your little comment, whispered to him through his windowsill in the dead of night.

My dress will be blue.

He swore he melted into a puddle of lovesick-Eddie-mush as soon as Denis’ car exited the trailer park. That was not the comment he expected you to leave him with that night, but he was nonetheless grateful for it.  He couldn’t leave his trailer early enough that night, it seemed.  He wanted to see you as soon as earthly possible, adorned in a blue gown.  Now, he was excited to sit in the stupid gym, listening to stupid pop music, surrounded by stupid middle schoolers. Because he would be rewarded with the sight of you in a beautiful blue dress.  

As he smoked through his cigarette, he let his mind wander.  He wondered what shade it would be, light or dark.  He wondered what length it would be, long or short.  If it would be tight, showing off your figure.  If it would show your shoulders or your cleavage. What you would be wearing underneath it.  He shook his head, trying to rid himself of thoughts that would only lead to sorrow when he saw you in your beautiful blue dress and wouldn’t be able to take you home with him after the dance.  How he wouldn’t see the blue of the dress drown underneath the leather of his jacket that you would wear if you got cold. How he wouldn’t be able to feel the fabric of the garment under his hands as he held your waist, guiding you down the hall of his trailer and into his room. How he would never see that beautiful blue dress crumpled up on his bedroom floor.  

Eddie felt like such a pervert, but he couldn’t help himself.  You were his kryptonite, his eternal temptation, and he would never be able to stop himself from wanting you- or loving you.  He stepped out of the back of the van and flicked the butt of the smoke stick on the ground, stomping it out under his heavy boot and ridding himself of fantasies of you.  He decided he would have to settle for just admiring you and your beautiful blue dress from afar tonight, shut the doors to his van, and started towards the entrance of the gym.  

*******

Half listening to Mrs.Woodhouse explaining the “do play” and “do not play” songs, Eddies eyes wandered the sparkling, silver gymnasium for you.  You had yet to arrive, which caused anxiety to swirl in his chest and make his blue tie feel more like a noose, slowly choking him.  After getting the run down about the music, Eddie meandered over to where an acquaintance of his, Jonathan Byers, set up his camera.  They chatted about the dance, school, life- until Nancy Wheeler appeared next to the pair of boys and tucked herself under the older Byers sibling’s arm.  

Eddie excused himself from the conversation, happily obliging to the new couple’s silent desire to bask in their honeymoon phase, alone.  

Eventually the dance commenced, and you still had not darkened the doorway of the gym.  A steady stream of middle schoolers entered, blood pumping, hearts racing, and hormones ranging- and Eddie occupied himself by spinning records of mindless pop songs.  

You stepped into the gym right out of Eddie’s fantasies.  There you stood, coat in hand, adorned in gold jewelry and the dress he had pondered about for the past few days.  

You were a breath of fresh air, filling his lungs and igniting the anxiety in his belly, as the music thumped in his ears in time with his racing heart.

Your dress was the perfect shade of dark, navy blue and came down to your knees.  It covered your shoulders with puffy sleeves that capped at your elbows, accompanied by a square neckline that highlighted your collarbones and the dainty gold necklace that sat upon them.  Your earring swished around and bounced off your cheeks and jawline as you swung your head around to the music at the same time as observing the room.  

Your eyes met Eddies for a split second before darting away.  His chest sank at the dismissal until your eyes immediately darted back to his, realizing you’d skipped over his face and commenced a double take.  

Your eyes digested the sight of him in a sky-blue tie, crookedly hanging from his white-collar shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, displaying his tattoos. A smile erupted on your face as you comprehended his appearance.  He was in a sky-blue tie.  A blue tie.  The beam of your smile was enough to send the butterflies in your stomach fluttering to Eddies.  You shyly brought your hand up and gave an enthusiastic wave to the boy, but turned to dash towards Nancy before he could return the gesture.  

A moment later a small boy with extremely poofy hair walked through the entrance and sought his friends out in the bustling crowd, as many had done before him that night.

You reached the punch bowl and rounded it to stand on Nancys left, giving her a quick side hug.  

“You look gorgeous y/n!”  

“Me? Look at you!  I feel like my eyes are about to pop out of my head- that dress looks amazing on you!” She blushed at your compliment and even deeper so when her eyes made contact with Jonathan’s from across the room. “And I don’t seem to be the only person who has noticed.” You tease her, the exchange not going unnoticed by you.

She rolled her eyes at you and shoved you playfully with her hip, not before you swiped two cups of punch and sauntered away.  As you left you heard a boy ask Nancy what was in the punch.  She chuckled to him and replied, “Pure fuel.” You giggled to yourself, the joke- too- not going unnoticed by you.  

A small smile settled on your face as you approached the music booth, clutching a cup in each hand, and walked up the platform to Eddie.  

The booth sat behind the speakers that filled the gym with music, making the space Eddie sat in unexpectedly quieter than the rest of the dance and nixing the need to shout to be heard.

“Total rager, isn’t it?”

Eddie looked up at your sly smirk, quickly soaking up your presence.  “Oh yeah totally.  This’ll be the talk of the playground for weeks.”

You giggled, “I told you all the cool kids would be at this shindig!”

Eddie rolled his eyes and slumped back into this chair; arms settled on the crease of his thighs.  “Oh yes, Hawkins Highs resident freak and 200 middle schoolers.  A shindig of epic proportions.”  

“Hey, don’t forget about the co-captain of the cheer team! Or am I just chopped liver?” you raised your eyebrow at him playfully.

In a daring mood, and propelled by the beat of the music, Eddie couldn’t help but flirt shamelessly, “Not in that dress, you aren’t.”

Your cheeks rushed red, and you looked down at the flats adorning your feet, willing yourself to gain composure.  You forced your eyes up again and settled into your hip, preparing your response.

“Well, I see you got my hint then.  About the color.”  You pointed to your own neck with your index finger, still wrapped around a punch filled cup.  “Although I don’t think you really matched it right.”

“Hey, you said blue! Not what kind! S’Not my fault you didn’t specify.” Eddie accused while reaching down to the crate of records next to him, ready to cue up the next set.  

“And here I was trying to be nice and bring you punch.  But, if you’re gonna be a jerk then I guess I’ll take myself and my beverages elsewhere-“

“Wait, wait, hold up. Don’t go.”  He pleaded.  You turned back around from where you had started away, eyes locking too intensely for such a public space.  Eddie pulled himself out of his momentary lapse in composure, “I’m very thirsty.”

You half smiled. “And?”

“And I’m sorry.”

“For?” you waved your arms around in a circle, feigning confusion, and tousling the liquid around in the cups.

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you and you mirrored his expression- serious about your teasing. “For being a jerk.”  

“Now that wasn’t so hard now was it!”  You stepped back towards him and extended your arm towards him, offering the cup in your hand.  As the cup exchanged between you two, fingers brushed slightly against each other. Eyes locked, then looked away- unable to process the intensity of each other’s stares.  A moment passes before you noticed that the music had stopped.  

“Eddie.” “Yea?” “The music.”

A moment.

“What?”

“Mr. Munson!”  Mrs. Woodhouse shrieked a few feet away from the booth.  Pulling you both from the locked gaze you held.  

“Oh shit- “Eddie choked out while frantically changing over the record.  You snicked under your breath, holding your cup to your lips to hide behind as you stifled your laughter.

“Think it’s funny getting me in trouble?” he glared at you out of the side of his eye as finally spun the track.  “Only a little.”  You held up your thumb and index finger in front of your face.  

Your eyes caught on the watch the adorned Eddies wrist, the time setting an alarm off in your mind. You placed your cups down on the table next to Eddies untouched punch and started off on your mission.  “Hey I gotta go.”

“But you just got here. Where are you going?”

“I just- I have something- someone… this thing I gotta do.” You stammer out to him through your anxious smile, concealing your urgency.  

Eddies heart visibly sank. The secrets, the stammering, the lack of explanation- all brought him back to that night.  That November night.  The worst night of his life.   While he was upset that the situation had not lessened any to allow you to tell him about it, he would not make you feel guilty for a second time about having to put it above both your feelings- he would not make the same mistake twice. He understood this was your obligation. And he let you go, just like that night.

“Oh okay.  Come back if you want.”

You smiled at him and nodded your head slightly, leaving him alone behind the booth and entering the sea of students trying to impress one another by step touching and bouncing up and down to the rhythm of the songs playing.  

Disappearing through the doors of the gym and into the night, you entered the freezing air for a moment to approach the police truck parked in the lot.  Inside awaited your ward for the night, El.  Hopper entrusted you with watching after her until he came back at the end of the night to retrieve her- wordlessly exchanging a thank you to you as Eleven climbed out of the truck and embraced you in a tight hug.

Arm slung around her, you guided her into the dance, took her coat and paid for her ticket.  You accompanied her through the door and gave her hand a squeeze.

El looked up at your gentle smile and returned it.  “What now?” she softly questioned, unsure how to conduct herself in such a new and public environment.  “Go have fun,” you whispered in her ear, “And enjoy yourself.  You deserve this.”  El blushed slightly, turning her face to scan the crowd.  A soft smile took over your lips as you watched her scamper towards Mike- their relationship reminding you of Eddie and yourself at the start of your relationship, last year.  You tucked her coat over your arm and made your way to the bleachers covered by reams of long silver streamers, stashing it away next to yours.  

Eddie watched as you reemerged from the stands with the poofy-haired boy in tow, as he wiped his eyes. You dragged him towards the dance floor and proceeded to dance with him, until he was chipper and bouncing around to the song with you.  Your beautiful blue dress reflected under the lights, and Eddie swore in the moment, you looked like an angel.  A real-life angel, sent down to Earth to brighten up the lives of everyone around you.

“Don’t look now, but that group of girls over there keeps looking at you.” You muttered to Dustin as you continued to dance.  His steps faltered as he comprehended what you said, and a radiant smile broke across his crooked teeth.  “Really?”

“Really.  Now don’t let anybody get you down.  Not tonight, not ever.  Got it?”

The younger boy nodded his head and twirled you around.  

“Don’t look now, but the guy at the music booth is totally checking you out.”  

You felt your heart sprout wings and flutter off, joining the butterflies in your stomach.  Your throat went dry as you questioned, “Really?”

Dustin smirked, “Really.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and made a Chewbacca sounding noise with his tongue.  You cringed at the uncomfortable sound effect and after a beat curtsied to Dustin.  He bowed back to you and the two parted ways, leaving you free to make your way back to Eddie.

***

The dance ranged on in front of you and Eddie, like a battle unfolding, but did not burst the bubble you had created for yourselves.  After rejoining him, you fell back into a natural conversation filled with ebbing emotion beneath both of your surfaces, coded flirting, and semi-awkward sips of punch.

“Who was that girl you walked in?”

Your heart stopped and your hands grew clammy.  You had no idea how to explain the supernatural girl to Eddie and her cover story had completely fled your mind in that instance, the inquiry catching you completely off guard.    

“I… well she- um,” you stammered out in a hopeless search for the right words to string together. Eddie saw your distress, he understood. No matter how hard you tried, you could never conceal your emotions around Eddie, he had always and would always be able to read you like his favorite novel.  In a desperate attempt to rid you of your anxieties, he shifted the question.  “What’s her name?”

You took a deep, yet shaky breath in. “El.” You breathed out.  “She’s um… she’s not from around here.”  

“Then how do you know her?” You mind scrambled for an explanation. “Well, I… She… She’s Mike Wheelers girlfriend, so…” your mind and mouth wouldn’t let you elaborate past that.  Eddie nodded his head in understanding and dropped the topic.  He didn’t know what she had to do with everything, but he knew this El girl was involved with what you couldn’t talk about. And that was enough information to satisfy him.  

The rest of the night was filled with Eddie playing your song requests and laughter filling the space between you both.

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Eddie sat in his van and watched as you guided the skittish girl to a truck, with the poofy haired boy following closely behind.  After seeing her inside the vehicle, you and the middle schooler made your way past his van to enter your brother’s car a few spots down from his van.  

In a rash decision he could hardly process before performing it, he leaned his head out of his rolled down window and called your name.  Your head whipped around at the beckon, and you left the younger boy on the journey to your brother’s car in favor of approaching his.  

When you were close enough to hear, and far enough away from the boy to be overheard, Eddie spoke.

“Thanks for keeping me company tonight. I… I had a really nice time.”

You blushed intensely at the profession and returned the sentiment, “So did I. Like I said, I miss talking to you.” A lopsided smile spread across your face, and you turned to leaved, the fabric of your blue dress swishing around you.

“Y/n?”

You turned back around, with a hopeful look in your eye.

“You… You look beautiful tonight.”  

Eddie swore if your cheeks became any redder, you would turn into a tomato.  

Wordlessly, you skidded back to your brother’s car and opened the passenger door.  You looked back once, made searing eye contact with Eddie, then entered the car cabin and closed the door.

The seed was sewn, and it grew.  The water was tested, and it was warm.  

And for the first time in a long time, you both slept soundly.

About You

(Late November 1984) Chapter 1: The Car Ride

Eddie Munson x female!harrington!reader

Chapter Summary:  In the weeks following the breakup, it’s been hard to not be in contact with Eddie.  You let your desires get the best of you. 

Word Count: 4.2k 

series masterlist here

Chapter warnings: Angst, smoking (reader), nightmare, mention of panic attack or sorts (just reader experiencing triggers), partying, +18 for general mature topics and content

You felt like you were suffocating.  It was a sensory deprivation and overload all at the same time.  

Your goggles were clouded from the particles that floated freely around your head.  You had no idea what that stuff was, and it scared you that it surrounded you like a cloud.  The makeshift mask covering your mouth, nose, and ears felt like it was preventing any kind of airflow to your lungs, making them burn.  It was dark all around you, no sense of direction, and the croaking from the hound like creatures seemed to echo around the tunnel making it impossible to tell where it was coming from.  

You screamed for somebody, anybody, to help you- but your voice was trapped in your throat.  

You leaned against the wall of the small tunnel and sank to the ground, squeezing your eyes shut. Hands clamped over your ears and head between your legs to try to stop the world from spinning.

Suddenly a hand settled on your shoulder blade and your head jerk up.  

There, in all his glory, was him.  Him with his halo of dark curls that framed his face perfectly.  Him with his worn leather jacket that was surprisingly soft and smelt like home.  Him with his snarky smile that made him seem like he always knew something you didn’t. Him with his heart full of love and head full of songs.

“It’s just a dream y/n.”

He knelt to your level and pulled your face into his hands.  He slid the goggles off your eyes and down to hang around your neck along with the bandana mask that was previously suffocating you.  His face was so close to your own that if you moved forward even an inch your lips would brush.  

“You’re perfectly safe. You can wake up.”

And with that command, your eyes drifted open and made contact with the soft light spilling into your room.  You smiled and shuffled down into your sheets as the memory of him was still firm in your mind.  You let yourself revel in the phantom sensation of his lips close to yours before reality hit you.  Like, it did every morning.

The reality that he was not yours anymore.  That he would not be driving you to school.  He would not kiss you at your locker before 1st period.  And since its Tuesday, he would not be driving you to watch a Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout tonight.  

Ignoring the melancholy that had taken root in your bones for the past few weeks, you rise from your bed and begin another monotonous day.  

Steve and you made your way to school, arriving much earlier than usual.  Steve still hadn’t gotten use to not having to pick up Nancy on the way and this threw off your schedule a bit.  As you pulled into the lot- one of the first ones there for the umpteenth time this week month- Steve sighed to himself.  

“Well, this essay will not write itself.  Sure you don’t wanna keep me company in the library?”

“We both know that’s code for wanna fuck around so I can avoid my responsibilities, Stevie.”

You both chuckle as he swats your shoulder and reaches for his backpack in the back seat.

“Always a ray of sunshine y/n.  You’re still the one whose gonna proofread it for me out of the goodness of your heart.” He crooned to you while stepping out of the car.  

“The weathers nice so I think I’ll read on the bench till class.” You give him a half-hearted smile.

He gives you a small sad smile.  He is well aware that Eddie and you would frequent that bench before school almost daily.

“Old habits die hard.” You admitted and shrugged, the urge to defend your somewhat pathetic behavior bubbling up in your chest.  

You grab your backpack and exited the car in a fluid move that had you gliding towards the picnic bench towards the side of the parking lot.  Once arrived, you rifled through your bag to find your favorite book and Walkman.  A slow melody filled your ears as you dive in, forgetting your surroundings and circumstances.  A craving burrowed into your bones right alongside the melancholy, though.  

It’s a craving for him.  The craving for the comfort he brings.  A craving for home.  

An insatiable craving that cannot seem to be quenched.  You have unfortunately found comfort in smoking, however.  The smell of the cigarette envelopes you in the aroma of him- lulling the buzz in your body for him.  

Yet, of course, last night you had used your last smoke and not had time to buy another pack before school this morning.  So, you sat on the bench with your book clenched in your cold hands, bending the pages, as the craving consumed your body and left you with not a thing to do about it.

So, it was going to be one of those days.

Just as the buzzing settled to a low hum, a screeching broke through the music playing in your ears. The sound of Dio clashed unsettlingly with the Tears for Fears song in your ears and a rickety van pulled into its usual spot in the lot.  As he pulled into his usual spot in the lot.  The sight of his van brought thoughts of him like a tsunami in your brain. You clenched your book even harder, as if it were the only thing keeping you anchored to earth during this assault of memories on your psyche.

So, it was really going to be one of those days.

He put the vehicle in park and you watched the van as it thrummed with energy.  You felt akin to the car.  Thrumming with energy but unable to move anywhere.  

You knew you would regret the ultimate hurt the decision you were about to make was going to bring you, but you couldn’t find enough cons to out way the pros in your mind.  

I need a cigarette. I know he will have one.  I have been going mad not talking to him or seeing him.  Just one conversation will hold me over for a while.  Who cares if I have a breakdown afterwards- the high of the moment is going to feel so good.

Before you could even really decide, your legs were already moving you away from the bench and towards the van you know so well.  

Before you could even really decide, your hand was coming up to knock at the glass window of the driver’s side door.  

Before you could even really decide, you were jerking him awake from his cat nap in the driver’s seat before a long day at school.  

It took him a moment to calm down from the initial scare of the knock startling him awake.  Once he realized who was the perpetrator of the knock, his pulse picked up again.  

Eddies eyes widened and he blinked in disbelief at who was standing in front of him, and he frantically rolled his window down to destroy the barrier between you two.  

You both stared into each other’s eyes for a minute before daring to break to silence.  You found a frail voice in the back of your throat and whispered out a small hi to him.

He took in the sound of your voice, ringing like a bell and replenishing his frazzled mind before greeting you back.  You look down to your feet awkwardly before looking back up to him.

“I know this is weird but I- I was wondering if you didn’t mind me bumming a cigarette off of you?” you mumbled out.

“I- well- You smoke?” he stuttered out.

“Recently yea.” His eyes darkened understanding the implications of your words.

“Well, I- um yea. I’ve got one.”

He turned to his glove compartment and shuffled around for a moment.  The black shirt he worse stretched across the expanse of his back and highlighted his muscles moving under his luscious skin.  

You’d been practically drooling by the time he turned back around with a cigarette in hand.  He reached out to hand you the smoke stick as you extended your arm and met in the middle.  Your fingers brushed each other’s as you made the exchange- lighting your skin on fire.  Even the smallest amount of contact had you wanting to jump into the car right through the window and hold him so close that you would fuse together.  

“Thanks.” You mutter out as you hold it between your fingers, rolling it anxiously.

You slowly, and very awkwardly, began to turn around and back away from his van when it seemed that neither of you were going to say anything else.  

Make her stay, make her stay, make her stay His mind rattled.

“Well, um, do you need a light?” Eddie offered up as he sensed you about to leave.

“Oh I’m- actually I’m good I’ve got one in my bag.”

“Right cool.”

“Thanks though.”

“Yea no problem.”

You both stared again.

“So, um I guess how- “

“Don’t ask me how I’m doing Eds.  I think we both know the answer.”

“Then it’s good thing I was gonna ask how long you’d been smoking.” He halfheartedly chuckled out.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as tears welled up into your eyes.  Of course, he wasn’t asking you how you were.  He broke up with you, he doesn’t care.  

“Oh right. It’s been like- wow I don’t know this is so embarrassing I can’t think,” you chuckle to yourself while gazing down to the asphalt under your feet.  

Eddie could tell you were in distress; he could read you like a book.  Regret flooded his body over his snide comment that reduce you to this stuttering mess in front of him.  Desperately, he tried to backtrack.

“No but I want to know that too- I just figured you wouldn’t wanna talk about that.  I figured you wouldn’t wanna talk to me period.  I can’t believe you’re here and speaking to me.”

“Neither can I.  My feet just kind brought me here.”

“I miss talking to you. I mean it’s weird going from talking to you every single day to not at all.”

“I miss talking to you too.”

You both knew what you really meant.

Eddies hands toyed with the rings that adorned his fingers, twisting and fidgeting with them in an attempt to release the anxiety in his chest.  

After you walked out of his trailer that night, he knew he made a mistake.  He let his issues get the better of him and it finally messed up the best thing in his life- you.  He knew he shouldn’t have pushed you to tell him and trusted you to explain everything eventually.  It was evident that this was not something easy you could tell him.  They way you were pleading with him that it wasn’t safe for him to know yet and the look in your eye made it apparent to him, only after the fact, that this was serious.  Something major happened, and it messed you up.  This was bigger than you or him.  And rather than being there for you when you needed him to pick up the pieces, he broke you apart further.  

“Maybe we could… like… talk then? Sometime?”  

You sucked in a breath and pause.  Debating. Weighing your options.  Deciding if the heartbreak is worth it.  

“Eventually yea.  I’d really like to.” You give him a meek smile. A beam of hope.

“Good. Cool.  Whenever, no rush.” He means it.  You believe him.  

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The week flew by uneventfully.  That’s how they seem to be as of late.  You wake up, you go to school, sometimes you’ll have cheer practice after, you go home and go to bed.  Rinse and repeat.  You’ve only just now finally found the will to start engaging with your friends again. Nancy was there for you as best as she could- but it was difficult when she couldn’t enter your house in fear of coming face to face with Steve.  

But this week seemed to be a little different.  After your encounter with Eddie, you could feel his eyes on you everywhere you went.

You could see his subtle glances towards you in English and you could feel his stare across the lunchroom. His watchful eye ignited something in you that you hadn’t felt for what seemed to be an eternity.  It was hope.  Hope that he would wave to you in the hallway.  Hope that he would pass you a note.  Hope that he would offer you a cigarette.  But it was also anxiety.  Anxiety that he would watch you silently until he graduated in the spring- assuming he finally graduates this time.  Anxiety that he was waiting for the perfect moment to tell you he had moved on and was letting you go.  But you would take the bittersweet emotions over the numbness that inhabited your body like a parasite.  

The end of the week drained you, however.  

You jogged the sidewalk of your neighborhood, an afternoon exercise ritual you tried to participate in as often as possible.  You found the adrenaline and endorphins of the activity helped to unfog your mind and raise your spirits.  

Every so often, the setting Sun would brush your eyes, momentarily blinding you.  As you rounded the corner of Shirley and Maplewood, the Sun obstructed your vision harshly, making your surroundings impossible to perceive.  It was in this instant that Mr. Berkley’s dog, Flash, decided it was the perfect moment to bark as loudly as he could at your movement.  

The sound of the growl startled you, and as your spotting vision flickered towards the black hound, your temporary blindness comprehended the dog and something it wasn’t.  A creature.  The kind the kids found in October.  The kind from the tunnels.  

For a split second you brain told you This is a demo-dog.  You are in danger.  If it’s this close to you, you’re already dead.

The scream that ripped from your chest was instinctual and piercing.  The tears that sprung from your eyes were involuntary and violent, just like your collapse to the ground.  

You registered what had happened, picked yourself up, and jogged off with tears in your eyes before Mr. Berkley or a neighbor could exit their houses to question you and your seemingly bizarre behavior.  

Maybe I’ll give running a break you decided.

And stay away from dogs.

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The weekend brought better fortune.  You made an appearance at a party with your friend, Chrissy, but didn’t stay long.  

“I think I’m gonna head home Chris.” You muttered into her ear as you found her smushed against a wall in a pack of cheerleaders and basketball players, all rambling on overzealously about the typical gossip and trying not to puke on each other.

She looked into your eyes and understood.  Your social battery was drained.  You had no more energy left in you to pretend that you were okay.  You had no more energy left to pretend that you weren’t praying to every force in the universe that he would walk through that door and take you away.  But he didn’t and he wasn’t going to.  

She pulled away from the huddle of drunken teenagers and hugged you close.

“Hey, you did good.  A whole hour!  Now that’s what I call progress.” She gave you a radiant smile and you returned it with a limp one of your own.

You stalked out of the house with your head down as to avoid getting roped into any conversation. Once on the safety of the porch, you finally rose your head all the way up to the sky and breathed in the chilly night air.  You wrapped your jacket tighter around your body and reached into your pockets to put on your gloves.  As you reached in your hand was met with a crinkled cylindrical stick.  You removed it from your pocket and there in your palm rested the cigarette Eddie gave you.  

After the conversation that one morning, you completely forgot about the cigarette- leaving it unsmoked.  You put it in your mouth and reached into your purse to find your lighter.  A minute of hopelessly rummaging through it informed you that it was not on your person.  

“Dammit Stevie.” You muttered, taking the cigarette out of your mouth to have it lazily relax between your index and middle finger.  

You recalled just how your lighter was taken from you forcefully by your brother on the night of the tunnels.  They needed fire to ignite the gasoline and to complete the mission you involuntarily sacrificed it in the process.  A shudder passes through your body- not from the chilly night air.  You closed your eyes and leaned upon the banister of the porch to steady yourself.

A voice drifts towards you, carried out of the dark expanse of the night in front of you by the winter wind- rescuing you from the dark memory, “Finally need that light?”

Your eyes snap up. Emerging from his beat-up van was the man you’d been praying to see all night.  You heart skipped a beat, and it took you a moment to respond.  “Oh um, yea I guess I do, now.”  

He slinked towards you in that way in only Eddie did.  His body moved fluidly and confidently, almost feline like, as he approached your shivering figure on the doorstep.  He produced a metal lighter and ignited the cigarette you had placed back to your lips. You muttered a thank you and took the first inhale as he clinked the metal contraption shut and stuffed it back into the pocket of his leather jacket.  

He paused a moment and watched you.  Eddie always liked to watch you do trivial things like washing dishes, taking notes, or riffling through your bag.  He appreciated your existence and observed you like the most fascinating creature in the world.  His breath left his body at the sight of your lips wrapped around the smoke stick, a sight he’d never seen before, and tilt your head to the side to expel the air.  

After a beat you worked up the courage to break the silence.  “So, what brings you to this neck of the woods?”  He smiled at your question.  “My services were required.  Donnie promised me double for making a house call.” “I see I see.” You nodded your head awkwardly.  

“Are you leaving?”

“Yea I’m not really in the party mood.  I was just about to walk- “

“Walk?” He interrupted you. “Y/n you were not seriously about to walk home from here.”

Your eyes rolled, “It’s like a mile and a half.”

“Can’t Steve come get you?””

“He’s busy and I’m fine.  I’m a big girl and I walk home by myself.” You insisted laughing at his franticness.

“It’s pitch black out.” “It’s 7:30 Eds.”

His voice hitched in the back of his throat at the sound of his nickname.  He decides to potentially cross a boundary that exes shouldn’t cross.

“Let me drive you home. I’ll be 5 minutes just enough to drop off with Donnie, get my cash and get out.”

You hesitate.  “You really don’t have to do that.”  “I would sleep better tonight knowing I didn’t leave you trek across dangerous lands all by your lonesome.”

“This is Lock Nora Eddie. It’s more Hundred Acer Woods than Mirkwood.”  You chuckle out.

You both laugh at your remark.  Then the silence creeps back in.  But it’s not awkward this time.  Its comfortable like a warm blanket had been wrapped around the two of you.  You look into his eyes and discover the seriousness to his request.  

“Only if it’s not an inconvenience.”  

“You’re never an inconvenience y/n.”

Silence.

“Wait here and finish up. I’ll be 5 minutes.”  

He enters the house and takes the warm blanket with him, leaving you alone again on the freezing porch with a half-burnt cigarette in your fingers.

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The car ride brought on the strongest bout of déjà vu you’d ever experienced.  Apparently, nobody had been a passenger since the breakup because the seat was still in the perfect position for you.  The music he usually blasted was reduced to a low hum that drifted throughout the cavernous car and his driving was abnormally slow and safe- as it always was when you were present.  

The moment was a perfect replica of so many late-night car rides, except your thigh lacked his strong grip on it and his face was now replaced with an anxious grimace instead of a content grin.  

You swallowed the lump in your throat and willed yourself to speak.  “So, how’s Wayne?”  

Eddies body relaxed into his seat as your voice filled his ears.  As he basked in your presence, he reminded himself that he might not have another opportunity to talk to you in such an intimate setting ever again or at least for a long time- so he needed to man up and respond.  

“He’s good but tired. He picked up a bunch of late shifts for his buddy whose wife had a baby- but the extra cash is nice.”  

“He ever figure out where he left is tweedy bird mug?”

Eddie grinned at the memory of the three of you ransacking the slovenly trailer for any sign of his uncle’s precious yellow mug.  “Yea he brought it over to a neighbor while sharing a smoke and left it.  Damn near cried when they called saying they had it.” “That man and his mugs.” You giggle out.

“How’s Steve?  Heard Wheeler and him split.” Eddie cautiously inquired hoping to not drudge up any undesirable topics in the little time he had with you.  You closed your eyes and sighed at the thought of your brother’s pain.  “Yea it’s been difficult for him.  He just doesn’t know what to do.  He was sad about it and he still loves her, but he’s moved on from the initial heartbreak and he’s left in this sort of limbo right now. It’s stressing him out- and on top of that he’s trying to figure out colleges and what his plan for next year is.” You admitted to him in a word vomit- try to avoid the nitty gritty details of the breakup seeing as his situation mirrored yours and Eddies.  

“Man, that’s tough.  I can’t even think about my plan I just gotta see if I can make it through this semester let alone graduate or go to college.” Eddie chuckled out in a lighthearted jest.  “Eddie- “

“I know I know y/n the whole shpeal about my potential.  I get it and I really thank you for believing in me, but I’ve got bigger fish to fry than fucking high school right now.”

“What could be more important than trying to pass Eds?” You questioned him exasperatedly, gazing upon his profile- eyes transfixed on the road.  “I can think of a few things.” he snuck a glance at you out of the corner of his eye only to be met with the sight of your cheeks dusted in a red hue- like a polaroid developing in front of his eyes.  Your gaze returned to the road and you both stared at the inky night that stretched before you.  

“I just want the best for you Eds.  I get it’s not my place anymore, but I can’t just stop caring about you and being invested in your life like flipping a switch off.  That’s not how it works.”  You muttered defensively about your intrusion on his plans.  “You don’t have to be sorry for caring about me y/n and certainly don’t have to ever stop.”  

The car stopped moving. His statement shocked you so deeply you didn’t even realize you’d arrived home, his van parked at the edge of your lawn.  The lights illuminating the windows of your home we warm and inviting- beckoning you to come inside and escape the unpleasant car ride you’d endured if only to be in Eddie’s presence for a split second.  Your hand wrapped around the handle of the door, and you craned your neck around to peer at his face.  You were met with an expression you’d never seen cross Eddies face before- it was one of a thousand words all trapped within the confides of his body: chest, brain, mouth, lungs, tongue.  

You couldn’t discern a single thing he wanted to tell you, but you understood none the less.  You turned the corners of your mouth upward in a petite smile and thanked him for the ride.  He shook his head up and down wordlessly and tried to pin you to your seat in the van with his gaze.  Unfortunately, it didn’t work, and you exited the car- swiftly and quietly, leaving Eddie alone yet again.  

He couldn’t understand what brought him to this moment.  How he let his emotions get the better of him.  How he let you get away from him.  How he let you just walk out of his van without pleading for forgiveness and a second chance.  All he knew was that the world would not be right until you were back and his arms, and he vowed to himself that he would reconcile with you if you would have him; just as soon as he worked up the balls.  Which might take a while.

He sighed, rubbed his eyes in an irritated manner and put his van in drive, steering himself away from you and towards the isolation of his empty trailer.  

Alone again.

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So excited for the next chapter (it’s truly so long get ready) :)))))

This is perfection.

AL: Munson family motto, buddy. Gas, grass or ass—

EDDIE: Yeah, yeah, nobody rides for free.

ELIZABETH: —but we’re broke, so we hot wire.

THE MUNSONS. Your average all-American family.

Rough Day

Genre: Fluff

Eddie Munson:

Summary: After a hard day working and dealing with rude customers all you want to do is go home to your boyfriend and hug him. Y/N just needs a good cuddle. Please give me some feedback as this is my first time writing a fanfic. :)

I’m sorry its so short I’m new to this.

Word Count: 247

 Working today for some reason has been a real struggle for you with you up late because the alarm didn’t go off just started your crappy morning and it continued when you got to work and immediately has customers jumping down your throat about shit, they wanted with not so much as a please in sight.

 After 4 hours your shift was finally over, and you could go see Eddie your handsome loving boyfriend who you just wanted to hug so back after having a hard day. Walking over to Eddie’s trailer was relatively quick and you were there in about 15 minutes, walking up to the front door you knocked and heard Eddie moving around in the small trailer to the front door. Seeing Eddie after a shit day was absolutely amazing you missed him so much, “hello sweetheart” Eddie said, and you just looked at him with a smile and hugged him straight away feeling all your worries and stress just lift off your shoulders. “What’s wrong y/n what happened?” Eddie said, “todays just been tough but its already so much better now in your arms”y/n said with a sigh while burring your face in Eddie’s chest and feeling him tighten his arms around you, finally feeling secure and safe in his arms.

In the beginning 💢💢 I apologize to all of you for not responding to the messages you sent to check on my family, but my family and I are evacuating from east of Deir al-Balah to the seashore because all places have now become dangerous. Please pray for us. I may never be online again

Dear friends 🤍 Tears of joy mixed with feelings of gratitude to everyone who stood by me, who gave their time and effort in order to reach the campaign’s financial goal of 30k euros, but due to the circumstances that Gaza is going through and the closure of all land crossings, I was not able to achieve the main goal of the campaign, which is to leave Gaza to Safe country Thanks and gratitude are due to: 1. The friends who pinned my story at the top of their page are amazing people.🌺🤍 2. The Ansar, each by name and title, are people of goodness and giving.🌺🤍 3.For those who put forward new ideas, the idea of ​​artistic paintings, marches, and bread sales are the unknown soldiers🌺🤍 4. These amazing activists who share daily updates are like a dynamo who never stops serving those in need.🌺🤍 5. Friends who sent the campaign link to their friends and families outside this application, those who carry humanity in their hearts.🌺🤍 @littlegermanboy @appsa @floofysmallbob @feluka @90-ghost @queerstudiesnatural @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @irhabiya @intersectionalpraxis @obscenity @sayruq @decolonize-solidarity @fancysmudges @heba-20 @jezior0 @commissions4aid-international @vivisection-gf I inform you that thanks to you, I was able to support my family from your donations and campaign revenues. Before we left Rafah, I didn't have enough money to leave Thanks to your donations, I was able to leave Rafah to Khan Yunis. What it cost me is as follows: Transportation: $400/600 Buy a tent for $500/$800 Land rent: $500/600 Building a very modest bathroom costs $200/300 Some incidental expenses are $300/500 Which means that I spent approximately $3,000 of the money of the group whose goal is to get out of Gaza to a safe country on transportation from Rafah to Khan Yunis. Then, on 27may2024 💔, the occupation army threw a bomb near our tent in Khan Yunis, which led to the burning of the tent, the mattress, and everything else. We fled without taking anything with us. I told my friend @littlegermanboy 🤍about this incident and we fled to Deir al-Balah because there was no empty place. We sat in the east of Deir al-Balah.

This escape cost us more than before because of the outrageous prices we are experiencing here. This is just an example to tell you that a liter of diesel costs 100 dollars. Which means that the cost of transportation to Deir al-Balah cost me as follows: 500$ transportation 500/700$ to buy a tent to replace the one that burned in Khanios 200/300$ to buy mattresses, blankets, pillows, and clothes for me and my daughter, Maryam But in Deir al-Balah, we did not rent land. We sat on government land for free 300/200$ to build a bathroom All these expenses detract from the funds of the campaign, whose goal is to escape from Gaza to a safe country Of course, there are basic expenses, which are buying food, drinks, milk, and Cerelac for my daughter Maryam. Certainly, these are from the campaign’s money because we do not have any other income other than this campaign.

Now the Israeli occupation army has told us to leave Deir al-Balah to the west, towards the sea The place I am in now is very dangerous, and if I decide to leave, it will cost me more than before, and this is not satisfactory. I spent the campaign’s money just to escape from one place to another.If the Rafah land crossing returns to work again, this means that the money we have is not enough to exit Gaza. For this reason, we will raise the campaign goal to 50k euros

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❤♥️ Save a Gazan family ♥️❤

@amalashuor, her husband, and their baby girl Maryam are constantly on my mind. Amal, who was still a student when the attack on Gaza inter

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Donate to Help me get out of Gaza for my baby girl, organized by Amal Ashour

i've shared amal's gofundme (@amalashuor) several times, but i just received messages from her that broke my heart amal is a 26 year old mo

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Donate to Help me get out of Gaza for my baby girl, organized by Amal Ashour

@amalashuor reached out to me recently and asked me to spotlight her family’s campaign. her family is #175 on this vetted campaign list. be

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so far, amal's family has raised ~44% of their goal (€13,288/€30,000)

verification source (no. 175) follow: @amalashuor @moatasim20101010 to my moots/lovely lurkers: if you've been following me for a bit then

Hello, my name is Abd Alhadi Aburass, and I am from Gaza Palestine 🇵🇸. I write to you today with a heavy heart💔, seeking hope and help. The ongoing conflict has put my family's life in grave danger🙏.

We have lost our home and my advocacy bureau , leaving us with nothing but the clothes on our backs. In search of safety, we have become refugees, fleeing to another city where we now face immense challenges.

The war has torn apart our lives, and we are struggling to find stability in this new place. Basic necessities like food, clean water, and shelter are scarce. The trauma of the conflict weighs heavily on us, but we are determined to rebuild our lives and create a safer future for our children.

We need your support to get back on our feet. Your generous donations will go towards:

• Emergency Shelter: Helping us secure a safe place to live.

• Food and Water: Providing us with essential nutrition and clean water.

• Medical Care: Access to healthcare for our family, especially our children who have been deeply affected by the trauma.

• Education: Ensuring our children can continue their education and have a chance at a better future.

• Rebuilding Livelihoods: Helping us restart our business or find new means of income to become self-sufficient again.

Every Contribution Counts:

No amount is too small. Every dollar brings us one step closer to stability and a chance to rebuild our lives. Your support means the world to us during this dark time.

Thank You:

From the bottom of our hearts, thank you for your kindness and generosity. Your support not only helps us materially but also gives us hope that better days are ahead.

Please share our story with your friends, family, and community. Together, we can overcome this hardship and start anew.

With heartfelt gratitude,

Abd Alhadi Abu ras and Family

Thank You:

@ibtisams 🫶🇵🇸 @90-ghost 🫶🇵🇸 @fairuzfan 🫶🇵🇸

@palestinegenocide 🫶🇵🇸 @sar-soor 🫶🇵🇸

@vakarians-babe 🫶🇵🇸 @nabulsi 🫶🇵🇸

@aces-and-angels 🇵🇸 @interfacefox @cosmic-collective-system @finnslay @muchmossymess @rez-urrection @walking-polyp @bibyebae @autisticexpression2 @bisexualchemistry @violetclowns @beefybutchboy @feefal @mobydyke @genderfluidgothwitch @sleepyseaslug @urfavhatesthehungovt @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @morallyrainyday @taviamoth @olovelymoon @jannahswaiting @el-shab-hussein @longlivepalestina @beesofink @curi0uscreature @orchidvioletindigo @sunclownsblog @selamat-linting @girlinafairytale @ragingbullmode @theneutral-zone @thevalaxy @fairuzfan @opencommunion @gorillawithautism @seafoamwoman @emathyst9 @three-croissants @iznabl @nabulsi @sar-soor @appsa @akajustmerry

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Donate to Title: Help a Family Rebuild Their Lives After Fleeing War i, organised by Abd Alhadi Aburas

My name is Abd Alhadi Abu ras, and I am reachi… Abd Alhadi Aburas needs your support for Title: Help a Family Rebuild Their L

https://gofund.me/c13ec02d

This defeatist attitude of "well it is what it is, gofundmes will keep stagnating and won't work" will push people away from trying to organize anything and those who are sitting on their hands will get one more affirmation that this is a lost cause. Palestinians are literally dying! Need I remind you that these fundraisers are their lifelines?? It has been repeatedly said that if someone cannot donate, then they should at least boost and that means more than just reblogging-> posting on other social media/ sending it to group chats/ sending it to your family, friends, colleagues etc to seek out potential donors. There is more than one way to help...Anyway I got this comment under a post I made for Siraj Abudayeh. Idk what else to say except to request you to not be complacent, as this harms him and every other Gazan who is fundraising to survive.

Donate and if you can't then boost. We have to get to 60k by tomorrow.

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