ALI MUNSON ~ Fangirl & Writer {20+} She/Her

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“Jesus Christ, you feel fucking amazing…” Eddie pants as he fucks you into the mattress. His forehead pressed against yours as he buried himself over and over again in your cunt. It was nights like these that had you questioning everything.

The sex was supposed to be casual. Just a quick way for you both to blow off steam and help each other out. But, when things got so hot and passionate like this, it was hard to remember that he wasn’t yours. That this was just good fun for him. That it was supposed to be devoid of feelings.

“Love the way your pussy feels.” He whimpers “I’m getting close, baby. Need you to- fuck- t-tell me where you want me to cum.”

You wrap your legs around him, hooking your ankles to pull him closer and hold him right where you wanted him.

“Oh fuck-“ He pants “Yeah? Inside of you? Christ….okay, sweetheart. Stay riiight there. Gonna….fucking….cum for you.”

He releases with a fit of heavy pants and gasps as he spills inside of you, his cock twitching as he gives you his orgasm. From below him, it was always beautiful to watch him come apart. Even if he wasn’t yours to keep.

After it was over, he releases your hand that he was holding onto- his fingers laced with yours. He flops onto the bed beside you as he smiles at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath.

“Holy shit.” He laughs “That was…wow.”

You gave yourself five seconds to soak it in- to enjoy the moment before it had to end. Just like it always did.

You sit up in his bed, swinging your legs over the side as you began to get up and search from your discarded clothes that were scattered across his bedroom floor.

You find your underwear, stepping into them as you scan the floor with your eyes- looking for your bra. As soon as you pick it up to put it back on, Eddie frowns.

“You’re gonna sleep in that?” He asks “It looks uncomfortable. Why don’t you just leave it off. S’not like I haven’t seen them before.”

You were immediately confused by what he meant about you sleeping in your bra. It didn’t don on you what he was really saying.

“Oh.” You reply “I mean, I don’t usually sleep with my bra on.”

“Then why are you wearing it, you dork?” He asks, watching as you do the clasp and reach down for your shirt. “Wait. You’re not leaving, right?”

“I…I didn’t think…”

“You don’t have to leave. I like it when you stay. Stay with me.”

This isn’t the first time you’ve stayed the night after a hookup with Eddie. The difference is that this was an actual invitation. Him expressing that he wanted you there unlike the other times where he offered for you to stay because it was already late and there was no point in driving home.

What you didn’t know was that every time that Eddie offered you a place in his bed for the night, he was hoping that you would accept- because he didn’t like how empty it felt without you there. He had grown used to the feeling of you lying next to him at night.

“C’mon.” He pouts “Get back over here. It’s late anyway. And, besides, I can’t sleep without you here.”

“You sure?” You ask, looking up at him from staring at the shirt in your hands.

“Yes.” He rolls his eyes “Now c’mere. I’m already missing your warmth…..and I’m also ready to go again if you’re down.”

You drop your shirt to the ground, shaking your head at him playfully as he grins at you- beckoning you over with one of his ringed fingers.

“You’re such a horny fuck.” You laugh, taking off your bra as you fling it at him.

“That doesn’t sound like a no.” He smirks, reaching his arms out for you “Get back here. I’m getting impatient.”

“Ugh. You’re so obsessed with me.” You joke, flopping down into the bed beside him as he immediately rolls over on top of you, kissing your lips.

“Mmm…I prefer the word ‘addicted.”

“Sounds like you need an intervention.” You sass, causing him to shake his head.

“Nah.” Eddie answers, taking you in with his big brown eyes “I don’t want help. I’m right where I wanna be.”

“Your brother is going to be so pissed.”

You were only half listening as you walked alongside the streets with Eddie Munson; your brother’s best friend and, coincidentally, the object of your affection for several long years.

You had a crush on him. A crush so serious that it caused you to annoy your brother into letting you tag along as they bar-hopped- despite your brother’s insistence that you needed to stay home and out of trouble. It had taken a lot of complaining, pleading, and a little bit of bribery but here you were. Drunkenly walking alongside the hottest boy you’ve ever seen.

“Who cares?” You slur, veering off towards the street as Eddie juts out his arm to stop you.

This was only confirmation that you would definitely be dead if he wasn’t there to escort you back home to your brother who had tapped out after bar number three- leaving you and Eddie alone to finish off the night. Or, in Eddie’s case, to babysit.

“I care.” Eddie states “I’m kinda responsible for you, y’know. I shouldn’t have let you go so hard. You’re definitely chugging a gallon of water when we get back to your house. Understand?”

“Eddie…” You whine, stumbling a little as you try to avoid tripping over a lip in the sidewalk “You’re supposed to be the fun one. You’re not being very fuuuuun.”

“Well, sweetheart, it’s kinda hard for me to be fun when I’m dealing with precious cargo.”

“….Wait.” You grin stupidly, grasping onto his bicep as you try to steady yourself “You think I’m precious?”

Eddie was trying so hard to stay stern with you but it was so hard and you were so cute and actually kind of funny when you were drunk off your ass.

“Sure, sweetheart.” He grins, shaking his head.

“Eddie?” You say, looking up at him as you rested your head against his arm “Did you know that you have…like…the prettiest eyes?”

Eddie becomes taken aback, not knowing what to say or how to even respond. You were flirting, right? Blatantly flirting. If your brother knew about this, Eddie would be dead. Even if Eddie was just an innocent victim of it all.

Which is why he wasn’t going to flirt back. Nope. No matter how cute you look and how close your body was to his or how he had a horrible crush on you for as long as he could remember. A crush that he felt so guilty about but couldn’t seem to shake.

“Really?” Eddie asks, his voice slightly shaky with the nerves of being this close to you. The way that you smell. Your warm body heat. “They’re just brown. They’re not anything, like, special. Or anything.”

“But they’re a pretty shade of brown.” You explain, really staring at him as Eddie tries to keep his eyes off of you and stare straight ahead. He wasn’t gonna fall into this trap. Because that’s what this had to be, right? An elaborate trap that your brother had concocted in order to know if he could really trust Eddie or not. Hell, he wouldn’t put it past him.

“Eddie?” You ask “Do you think I’m pretty?”

Eddie’s blood ran cold.

“…Uh….I…I don’t know how to-“ He stammers nervously. This definitely felt like a trap. “Why are you asking me this?”

“Ugh! Really, Eddie?” You pout, annoyed “Because I like you!”

Eddie’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. You liked him. You felt the same fucking way. He didn’t know whether to jump for joy or run straight off a cliff.

“Do you like me?” You ask, tilting your head at him.

“..Me?…I…um…Of course I like you. We’re..friends. You know that.”

“But do you like me?” You slur, putting emphasis on like.

“Sweetheart, I just said we’re friends. Of course I do.”

“No, Eddie.” You grumble, stomping your foot like an angry child “Do you like me as more than a friend?”

“…Fuck.” Eddie whispers, shaking his head “Look, we shouldn’t be discussing this.”

“Why not?”

“Well, for one, you’re drunk. And, two, your brother would fucking kill me if he knew we were having this conversation right now.” Eddie painstakingly explains.

“Ugh. What does he have to do with anything?” You pout, crossing your arms over your chest as you wrinkle your forehead. Eddie could have died right then over how cute you looked.

“It has everything to do with everything.” Eddie sighs “You’re my best friend’s little sister. I’m not….I’m not supposed to have feelings for you. Your brother would bury me alive if he knew that I liked-“

Shit. It slipped out so fast. He knew he fucked up as soon as the words left his lips. He hoped you didn’t catch it. But you did. Of course you did.

“You like me?” You squeak.

“Sweetheart, I-“

But before Eddie could say anything else, you were moving towards him- your lips puckered as you lean forward, going in for a kiss- and Eddie panics. Without thinking, he steps back- not expecting that you were trying to pull all of your body weight onto him as you lean forward, causing you to have nothing to balance on. You immediately fall down onto the hard sidewalk beneath you.

“Ow!” You exclaim.

“Shit! Oh my god!” Eddie panics “I’m so sorry!”

He quickly crouches down onto the ground beside you, making sure that you weren’t hurt.

“Are you okay?” He agonizes, immediately scanning your body for any scrapes or cuts.

“Why did you mooove?” You whine, looking at Eddie with a pout “I was trying to kiss you!”

“I know!” Eddie says “That’s why I moved.”

“But whyyy? You don’t want to kiss me?”

He could see the tears welling in your eyes and he immediately feels horrible. He wanted to let you kiss him. He wanted to kiss you so badly. But he just couldn’t. Not in the state that you were currently in.

“Sweetheart, I do wanna kiss you. I really fucking do.”

“So kiss me.” You plead, your hands grabbing at his shirt to pull him close to you.

“Baby, you think I don’t wanna kiss you? I do! I really fucking do. But I’m not going to.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re drunk and that would be taking advantage of you. I’d never fucking do that. Not to anyone but especially not you.”

“But I want-“

“Hey,” Eddie whispers, gently grabbing your hands that were grasping at his shirt- taking them in his “Look, I know that you’re probably not going to remember this tomorrow but on the off-chance that you do and you still want that kiss, it’s all yours. Okay? If your brother doesn’t murder me first.”

“You’ll let me kiss you?”

“Only when you’re completely sober.” Eddie states “And not drunkenly lying on the dirty sidewalk. C’mon let’s get you up.”

Eddie wraps an arm behind your back while the other one scoops down underneath the back of your knees in a bridal carry.

“Relax, I got you. You can ease up.”

You let your body relax in your arms as he picks you up off of the ground, holding you close.

“Comfy?” He asks, looking down on you as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Mhm.” You hum lazily, your eyes and limbs feeling heavy.

“Good.” He nods.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m not gonna forget tomorrow. I promise I won’t forget.” You whisper, referring to his offer to let you kiss him when you’re finally sober.

“Good.” Eddie replies “Because I really don’t want you to forget. But that’s not important right now, sweetheart. Let’s get you home.”

“Sit,” Dustin says, gesturing towards the weathered picnic bench that sits adjacent to Eddie’s trailer home. To his surprise, Eddie obeys silently.

Eddie sits on the seat of the picnic bench, his back resting against the long edge of the table. His body is exhausted from being contorted in different poses, his skin sweaty from the bright sun beating down on him. He appreciates the break.

“Eddie,” Dustin says. “Do you remember when we were doing themed nights at Hellfire last year?” Dustin watches as Eddie leans his head back, the sun catching his face. Eddie hums. "Yeah, I remember that. Why?”

Dustin picks up the camera to align with his face, readying himself to take Eddie’s photo. “Do you remember when we decided to do Warlocks' night and Gareth misheard and thought we meant Witches and Warlocks' night and showed up in a full witch costume, green paint on his skin included?” It took everything in Dustin not to laugh at the memory himself. The rest of the club had decided to only do Warlocks, as none of them ever thought of dressing up as a witch—except Gareth.

Just then, Eddie lifts his head, laughing loudly as the memory creeps back into his mind. The whole Hellfire Club had erupted into laughter when Gareth showed up in his witch costume. At the time, he didn’t think it needed to be clarified that witches were not anticipated to join the themed D&D night. His laugh echoed through his small cul-de-sac neighborhood, his stomach clenching from pure laughter and amusement.

Dustin takes the opportunity to snap a candid photo of Eddie, capturing Eddie’s smile creeping across his face. Even though the photo was pushing itself out of the bottom of the camera and had not yet developed, Dustin knew that it was a great photo.

Eddie wiped a tear from his face, one last chuckle escaping his mouth. “That’s a good one, Dustin. I needed that laugh.” Dustin hums in approval, his plan working. He takes a few steps towards where Eddie sits at the table, his arm out reaching towards Eddie, presenting the photo to Eddie. “I think we have our winner.”

Eddie takes the photo from Dustin’s hand, watching as the photo slowly develops. In the photo, Eddie sits casually at the table, his arms resting behind him, propping himself up. Everything about his attire, his black and white striped long-sleeve shirt and his ripped black jeans with a metal chain swooping across the side of his hip, was neat-looking, a nice representation of who Eddie was. His eyes were crinkled at the edge of his face, a large smile planted on his face, teeth gleaming against the sunshine. It was the perfect photo.

“How’d you take that?” Eddie says, a frown on his face. He looks up from the picture towards Dustin, who stands before him. Dustin shrugs. “The act of diversion.”

Eddie nods slowly. “Well, thank you. I think I’ll send Y/N this one.” Eddie looks down at the photo again, nerves starting to twist his stomach.

Dustin bows dramatically. “My pleasure. And with that, I’m going home.” Dustin walks over to his backpack the last few feet away and tucks his camera into the largest pouch. “Leaving so soon?” Eddie asks, still looking at the photo.  ‘What if she thinks you’re hideous? What then?’ Eddie thinks to himself.

“Hell yes,” Dustin says. “I’m not witnessing you pace your room anxiously while you write a letter back to Y/N. That would make me anxious.” Dustin wrestles with the bike he leaned against Eddie’s house when he arrived, picking up to prepare to ride it the several miles home.

“What if she never writes back?” Eddie whispers, his usual playfulness dissipating from his tone. Dustin shakes his head in response, lifting his leg over his bike, settling onto the bicycle seat. “That’s ridiculous, Eddie. She thinks you’re great, I can tell. And she’s going to continue to think you’re great. Don’t freak yourself out, OK?”

Eddie nods mindlessly, looking up towards Dustin once again. “You’re wise for your age, you know that, right?” Dustin gives Eddie a toothy smile. “Yeah, I know.” Dustin gives a single way, beginning to pedal himself away from Eddie’s home.

Now left alone, Eddie stands, walking himself to his home and into his room. Wayne is working overtime, so Eddie has the entire home to himself. Eddie groans to himself, the pressure mounting inside his chest. He is facing a serious mental block in writing you back, including his picture. Even though you and he had been writing letters for a few weeks now, he had never felt so comfortable with someone, a girl, so quickly. Girls had never understood Eddie, never tried to get beyond the surface Eddie put out to the world. You had been so honest, so yourself, and Eddie was influenced to do the same. Eddie has felt seen.

Now in his room, Eddie glanced at your latest letter on his desk. Overnight, he had thought over and over again about possible responses. Nothing he came up with felt good enough. He had listened to his music and look at your picture off and on, bubbles of intrigue and fervor rising against his chest and stomach. Eddie had never had a crush, not a true one. Of course, there were girls he thought were cute or pretty, but he had never felt the attraction he felt when he saw your picture. It threw him off, frankly. He didn’t look for a pen pal in hopes of getting a girlfriend. Eddie wanted a pen pal to have an honest friendship, quite like the one he was developing with you. During the night, as Eddie tossed and turned, he didn’t allow himself to think of you beyond a friend.

Eddie sits at his desk, looking at the blank piece of paper in front of him. “Just write,” Eddie mutters to himself. “She’s not going to hate you or leave you hanging.” Eddie finds the courage to pick up the pencil resting next to his writing paper and begins to pen his response back.

Dear Y/N,

I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying the summer at the lake—it sounds refreshing. The closest lake to Hawkins that’s swimmable is over an hour away. I wasn’t planning on going this summer, but maybe you’ve inspired me to go at some point. Also, I will definitely check out Invasion of the Body Snatchers and let you know in my next letter what I think. I haven’t seen the movie for it either, so it’ll be a total surprise.

Now, I hope I don’t embarrass myself by saying any of this, but I am doing my best to be truthful despite my fear of coming off as weird. You have no reason to be embarrassed for sending a photo of yourself—I think you’re very beautiful. I appreciate how you’re so willing to be honest and confident; it inspires me to be the same. I’ll admit it: I like the version of myself that comes out in these letters. I think you bring it out.

When we started writing letters, I tried to imagine what you’d look like (which I feel is natural). What I imagined, which was a pretty girl, does not compare to what you truly look like. You have a pretty smile and kind eyes; your picture is now resting against my mirror to look at every time I come into my room. I hope that’s OK.

I have also sent a picture back with this letter.  Dustin helped me take it, and I think it is too exceptionally long to try and take it. I think he and I definitely need a break from each other for a few days to recover, ha-ha. However, we have a big trial coming up in our D&D club, Hellfire, this weekend, so we’ll be in close proximity again.

Sorry for the brief letter. I’m a bit thrown off on sending a picture of myself and am left with little words to say…

Sincerely,

Eddie

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4 days later

When the mailman alerted you that Eddie’s letter had come back, by pushing the pile of mail through the slot in your front door, sequestering yourself in your room felt like the best thing to do. You even locked the door. Now, you sit cross-legged on your bed, the sealed letter resting in front of you.

It was the first letter you had received since sending the photo of yourself. You had felt a surge of relief when the letter arrived; you had convinced yourself he would never send another letter. You’re too nervous to open it. ‘What if he says he doesn’t want to write anymore? What if he calls you ugly?’  Your mind could not stop racing. You decide to bite the bullet and open the letter.

Your fingers work eagerly to open the delicate letter. With the top ripped open, you pluck the single piece of paper out of the envelope. You frown at there only being on a page of paper; there’s normally two or three pages. Once the piece of paper is fully pulled out, another object plops out of the folded page. The object, a Polaroid photo, tumbles out.

You look down where the photo settles, noticing an angelic face looking back at you. The boy in the photo, who must be Eddie, smiles towards you. His big brown eyes are soft and inviting, kindness and understanding radiating through them. His wavy brown hair, which is shoulder length, adds individuality and rambunctiousness to him. His smile, which is lovely, pulls the strings of your heart. Your thumb swipes the photo, a little flutter hitting your chest. Eddie is so handsome. 

You turn your attention to his letter, with one last glance towards the photo in your other hand, and you begin to read.

Your eyes gloss over the words, catching on one particular part of Eddie’s letter: “What I imagined, which was a pretty girl, does not compare to what you truly look like." You have a pretty smile and kind eyes; your picture is now resting against my mirror to look at every time I come into my room.”  You swallowed hard, an unknown feeling rising inside of you. Heat crept across your cheeks, your body having an intense reaction to Eddie’s words. He thought you were beautiful. You didn’t know what to think.

Your eyes continue to read his letter, letting it all sink in. Once you finish reading, you place the letter face down on the bed. You still hold his picture in your hand, unable to let go of it. You lean back on your bed, against your pillows, as you let all Eddie’s words rest against you. You lift your hand, letting Eddie’s photo land against your chest, just above your heart. You let relief wash over you as you realize Eddie doesn’t find you repulsive, but just the opposite actually.  Beautiful.  Your mind buzzed, a million thoughts happening at once. You swallow hard, realizing what was happening and what has been happening the last few weeks.

You have been developing a crush on Eddie.

You squeeze your eyes shut, rolling from your position on the bed to lying face down. You push your face in deep to your pillow, letting out a loud squeal into your pillow. What are you to do now? Your stomach twists with excitement, confusion, and worry. This was not anticipated to happen: a crush on your pen pal.

You sit up after a moment, gathering the letter and photo in your hands. You walk to your desk, sitting down with a thud. This was all getting complicated too quickly. How did this happen? You mull on the issue, thinking about how with every letter Eddie sent you, you would be filled with anticipation to get his response. Your heart would flutter at the inside jokes you created together and the connection and trust you built. Was it so far off that you would develop a liking for your new friend?

You pull out a blank page and a pencil to write a response, though you’re beyond stumped at what to say. You have only a couple of friends, have never had a boyfriend, and are debilitatingly worried about coming off as weird to the opposite sex. How are you even able to pen a response? You rub at your temples, a headache starting to brew.

Before you know it, an hour has gone by, and no words have been written on the notebook paper sitting in front of you. Nothing you think of saying feels right. Every word just seems wrong.

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A Week Later

“I totally fucked up,” Eddie says. He sits on the edge of Dustin’s bed, rocking in his seat anxiously, his fingertips digging into his black, ripped jeans.

It has been a week and a half since Eddie sent his letter, and according to his calculations, he normally receives a letter back five or six days after he sends his. It’s been twelve days. 

"Eddie—" Dustin begins to say before Eddie interrupts him again. “I should have never said those things; I probably came off as a creep. I mean, telling her I keep her picture on my mirror? God, I’m such an idiot.”

"Eddie—" Dustin begins to say before Eddie interrupts him once again. “She’s never writing back to me again. I finally meet a girl that I really vibe with, and she’s stunning! I mean, the Hawkin’s girls could never compare, and I totally fuck up—"

“Eddie!” Dustin yells this time. “Calm. Down. You sound manic.” Dustin shakes his head, fully exhausted by Eddie’s rants. It’s been like this for days. “Y/N is probably busy and didn’t get to write back as quick as she usually does. Maybe the postal workers have gone on strike, and the letter just hasn’t been delivered yet.”

Eddie frowns. “If the postal workers are on strike, then why was your mother opening a box of chocolate chip cookies from your Aunt Diane when we were walking in?”

Dustin flaps his hand dismissively in Eddie’s direction. “That’s not important. What I’m saying is, chill out.” Eddie sighs loudly, flopping back on Dustin’s bed. “Y/N has me wrapped around her finger, and she doesn’t even know. Will never know because she’s never going to write to me again!”

Dustin groans loudly, covering his ears with hands. “Enough! I don’t understand why you have such little confidence, Eddie! You are the coolest guy I know, and the coolest guy I know wouldn’t act like this when a letter from his crush is late.”

Eddie peers over at Dustin from where he lies on the bed. “I’m even cooler than Harrington?”

“Eddie,” Dustin says. “I love you both equally, but yes.”

“That’s a win, I guess.” Eddie muses, a little smile on his face.

A few hours later, Eddie lets his bike fall against his trailer as he makes his way into the house. His stomach was full and he felt like he was going to puke from eating so many of the chocolate chip cookies Mrs. Henderson’s sister made.

The inside of the trailer was significantly cooler than it was outside; Eddie had to squint as Wayne had all the lights off to reduce the electricity bill. Wayne sits at the kitchen table, a sandwich in his left hand.

“Mail came for you,” Wayne says simply, gesturing towards a single envelope that sits on the corner of the table.

Eddie’s stomach twists again, this time with excitement. “Finally,” Eddie says, slightly breathless. Wayne chuckles to himself, shaking his head. “I hope this makes you less anxious. It’s been torture watching you go to the mailbox and then pace in front of it every day for the last week.”

Eddie ignores Wayne’s comment. He knows he’s been utterly pathetic since putting his last letter in the mailbox. He continues to rip into the letter, moving away from the table. Eddie’s heart beats so hard, he can hear his pulse in his ears.

“Eddie,” Wayne calls out. Eddie turns to face Wayne, putting a pause on opening the letter. “I’ve overheard you and Dustin talking about this girl you’re talking to. Don’t be so worried about what she thinks of you. You’re a great kid and a great young man. Be yourself; she'd be a fool not to like you.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say. He and his uncle had a good relationship, considering the circumstances of his living with Wayne. Though, Wayne was quiet and let Eddie be his own person, only asking Eddie to clean up after himself. Words like these came hard to Wayne. Eddie was the first kid he had ever raised; he didn’t know the right words to say, though this time, Wayne feels compelled to encourage Eddie to be true to himself.

“Thank you,” Eddie says, glancing at Wayne. “I really like her.”

Wayne nods as he stands up, walking his trash from lunch to the trashcan near the kitchen. With a swift movement, he drops his trash into the garbage can and faces Eddie. “Then you should do your best to make her feel comfortable and safe with you.”

Eddie nods absentmindedly, thinking about the advice he is receiving. Wayne gestures towards Eddie and the letter he still holds in one hand. “Ask to talk to her on the phone; you’ve been writing letters for a while now.” Wayne shrugs, then pushes the front door open and steps outside, likely to smoke a cigarette. 

Eddie resumes his walk to his bedroom, where he closes the door, secluding himself in the privacy of his room. There, he slits the top open of the envelope, revealing your neatly folded letter inside. Eddie notices his fingers tremble slightly as he plucks the letter out, unfolding it with one hand. Eddie realizes that there is no way to calm his nerves, so he faces his fear and begins to read.

Hi Eddie,

I can safely say that you did not embarrass yourself. I appreciate your kind compliments; they flatter me and mean a lot. I was so nervous to send you my photo that I now feel complete relief that you don’t think I’m a hideous monster. You are very handsome and have really sweet smiles and eyes. I put your picture on my mirror, too, so I can look at you while I get ready. Thank you for going through the effort with Dustin to take a photo for me.  I treasure it.

I’m glad we’ve traded photos now and that we have that out of the way. I was thinking, though, that maybe we could talk on the phone sometime? I’d still like to send letters, but it might be nice to talk? Now that we’re acquainted with each other and are friends, I don’t have any reservations about giving you my house phone number. If you’re available to talk on any Thursday or Sunday between 5pm and 9pm, I think that would be the best day/time to talk. If you aren’t comfortable doing that, no problem—I understand!

Home phone: 757-221-0874 (P.S. If my mom or dad answers, please ignore any potentially embarrassing things they will say until I can get to the phone).

Sincerely,

Y/N

Eddie’s heart thuds at your letter; both the compliments and the interest in talking to him on the phone make his heart nearly flatline, his mind in a twitter. He rereads the second half of your letter, analyzing the times you said were best to talk. It was currently Tuesday, meaning he’d have only a couple of days to prepare himself to talk to you voice to voice. Eddie shudders at the thought. It’s just another scenario for him to fully embarrass himself and push you away. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, even if it’s been a little while of writing letters back and forth.

Even at this moment, even never really having a crush before, Eddie thinks this feeling that he has must be a growing admiration for you. Stressing about the letter and your potential response had made Eddie realize that he cared a lot about your opinion and hope that you would reciprocate the same feelings he had. It was ridiculous, but the last few days, Eddie had even started to fantasize about meeting you in person, having the chance to hold your hand, kiss your cheek, and stare at your beautiful face. Perhaps it was too soon, but Eddie didn’t care. He had never felt this way, and he was going to embrace this feeling and do his best to show his feelings for you gently.

Two Days Later

Eddie feels like he’s going to vomit. Everywhere. His stomach twists violently in anticipation for what’s to happen next.

Dustin had spent several hours the prior day coaching Eddie on how to speak to you over the phone. Simple stuff, but Eddie felt he needed the coaching completely. The only time he had talked to a girl on the phone was when he partnered with Chrissy Cunningham in English class and she needed to talk to him about their presentation the next day. While he was nervous then, the feeling he had now didn’t compare. He was a wreck.

“You look like you’re about to shit your pants,” Wayne murmurs. He shakes his head, watching as his nephew’s hands tremble while picking the phone off the hook. Eddie, too, notices how shaken up he is about giving your home phone a call. “I feel like I’m about to.”

Wayne chuckles from where he rests against the kitchen sink, his arms crossed against his chest. “You’re just saying hello, not giving her the nuclear codes. Don’t overthink it, or else it will show," Eddie groans in response. “Alright, alright,” Wayne says. “I’ll give you some privacy.” He saunters out from the kitchen and into his bedroom, closing the door abruptly behind him. Eddie hears Wayne’s radio go on from inside his uncle’s bedroom.

Eddie glances back at the telephone that is on the wall. “I’m just saying hello, I’m just saying hello,” Eddie chants to himself. He knew he wanted to talk to you, so why was he so afraid? He shakes his head, clearing out the cycle of thoughts that clutter his mind.

He looks to where your letter sits on the edge of the kitchen counter and stretches the telephone cord to lean to read off your phone number while he fingers the wheel of digits on the telephone holder. Once he’s finished, he takes a deep breath as the phone begins to dial.

“Hello?” Eddie hears someone say. It sounds to him like an older voice, but then again, he has no idea what your voice sounds like.

Eddie clears his throat, his nerves on edge. “Hi, is this Y/N’s house?” There is silence on the other side of the phone for a moment. “Yes,” the voice says simply, almost hesitantly. “May I ask who’s calling?”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, banging the heel of his free hand against his forehead.  Idiot, he thinks. “Yes, sorry. This is Eddie Munson. I’ve been writing letters to Y/"N—"Eddie manages to get out before a gasp overtakes the phone.

“Eddie Munson,” the voice exclaims. “Y/N will be so happy you are calling. This is her mother, Susan. I’ve heard so many things about you; you’ve made Y/N’’s summer so much brighter. She can’t stop talking about—" The voice, your mother, rambles before her voice trails away from the phone. “Mom!” Eddie hears another voice say, your voice, almost whining over what your mother has just almost exposed. Eddie hears the sound of wrestling of the telephone, quick, frantic whispers. He bites his lip, wondering what the scene looks like on the other end of the phone.

“Hi,” Eddie hears the second voice say. “This is Y/N.”

Eddie feels the vomit begin to rise in his throat again. “Hi Y/N, this is Eddie.”

“I am so sorry about my mother, though I did warn you in my last letter about that possibly happening.” Your voice is soft and light, a little giggle lacing your words. You seem so calm and confident, while Eddie hears the tremble that would impact all the words he wants to say. Hearing you laugh, though, makes Eddie want to laugh too. “It’s OK, she didn’t tell me all your secrets or anything.” You laugh again at his comment, and Eddie feels himself smile.

“So,” Eddie says. His mind scrambles for things to say. “What were you up to earlier today?” Eddie feels the heat of his body rise to his neck and cheeks. He feels pathetically lame with every word that comes out of his mouth, an imposter.

Eddie hears you sniff with amusement. “Honestly,” you start. “I spent quite a bit of today wondering if you were going to call today.”

Eddie’s breath hitches. You were waiting to see if he would call? His mind began to race again, heat spreading from his cheeks to his ears. “I-I, yeah, I was pretty excited…and nervous to call, but I wanted to, um, hear your voice.” Eddie shakes his head at everything he’s just said. You laugh again, so softly. “I’m glad you did. I love hearing your voice—I mean, this whole thing is strange, but I’m glad we realized we could talk on the phone, as well as send letters.”

Eddie swallows hard as he listens to what you say. Being pen pals is strange, but Eddie has become accustomed to communicating with you, anticipating your letters. Now he gets to anticipate phone calls, too. In all honesty, Eddie has become attached to you. “Yeah, it is strange, I guess. It’s become so normal for me to wait for your letters and imagine what you will say—"

You exclaim, which startles Eddie, as he still feels so on edge. “I do that too! Thought, I also always worry I said something stupid and you’ll never write to me again…”

Eddie shakes his head as if you could see him do so. “You don’t ever have to worry about that. I’d never leave you hanging like that.” Eddie clears his throat again. “Even if you did say something weird, I’d probably be just weird in my response. So, I think we’re a good match.”

As Eddie continues to talk, he realizes how his feelings have grown for you since you started writing letters, hiding it under various feelings to mask how he liked you and liked talking to you.

“I think so, too,” you say. Eddie believes that you truly think that too—but do you like him in the same way he likes you? That question pings around Eddie’s mind. “I’m really glad you called, Eddie.”

“I’m glad I did, too.” You and Eddie continue to talk back and forth, slowly peeling back the layers of each other. After a while, Eddie glances at the clock on the wall, noticing how many minutes have elapsed since he called you. He doesn’t want to hang up, but he really doesn’t want to take for granted the time you’ve already given him. “It’s getting pretty late, so I don’t want to keep you up. Can I call you tomorrow to talk some more?”

On the other end of the phone, you can’t help but smile while suppressing a giggle that rises in your throat. “Yeah, of course. I’d love that.” Your heart bleeds at having to tell him goodnight and to put the household phone back on the hook, but it was getting late. 

“Okay, I’ll phone around the same time.” Eddie mumbles, trying to not get further bumped out. “Okay, I’ll be waiting,” you say as cooly as possible.

Eddie gently hangs up the phone and then huffs once you’re off of earshot—a huff of relief and also sadness to now be left alone to think about you and your voice for the entirety of the night.

---

On the Other Side of the Phone

You, too, hang up the phone, your teeth raking your bottom lip. Your heart flutters, even after the phone line has been disconnected.

“Well?” your mother says beside you, turning from her spot on the couch to look at you. “Was he as kind as he sounded? You were laughing a lot; that’s a good sign.”

“Mom, please—" you start. “Don’t Mom me! This is exciting, honey; you’re falling in love! Let me enjoy my little girl growing up.”

You make a face. “I’m not falling in love, Mother. We’re just friends.” You begin to back out of the kitchen towards your bedroom. “Sure, honey. Keep telling yourself that.” You roll your eyes in response, climbing up the stairs towards your bedroom. Once you reach your room, you’re finally alone to decompress after the phone call.

Love.  You shake your head at your mom’s words, staring at your ceiling. There’s no way you like him in that way; there’s no way he likes you in that way. Ridiculous… right? Right. You like Eddie as a friend, nothing more. You couldn't even imagine anyone as cool and sweet as Eddie liking you. Still, you feel unsettled for an un-nameable reason. You close your eyes, bringing the crook of your arm to cover your eyes further. Your stomach twists with uneasiness. Everything suddenly feels like a mess.

--

Eddie slumps against the wall beside the telephone that hangs on the wall. The relief that he is now off the phone and by himself, hitting him all at once. He knows that after getting off the phone with you, it’s his new obsession. Hearing you giggle, especially at jokes he makes, brings him a high that he can’t quite describe. While he was beyond nervous, he feels intrigued by you even more (which he didn’t think was possible). What did you think of him now that you’ve talked to him over the phone? Did he say something that he should be overthinking now? He shakes his head, remembering that he can’t think like that.

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ 𝓢𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝓟𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ :

basically a lot of original scenes are going to include the past ( most detailed in the prologue , can be skipped like how you would read a book but is definitely crucial to the story ) and how the dynamic progresses as the reader and eddie matures :3 this will build up to where eddie heads off to texas to go to the wedding

You heavily sighed as you slammed your tray down onto the bar counter along with your upper torso, resting your top half along the cold marble. 

Being a waitress was hard enough but being a cocktail waitress at a bar dressed with rabbit ears and a tail was a different kind of hell. 

You desperately needed money and when you found out this particular establishment was hiring, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t hesitate to apply and show up a few times especially when you found out the uniform you’d be wearing. 

“That’s my gimmick.”, the owner relayed with a smile. “All the girls are dressed like animals that match their personality.”

“Our real personality or how assholes like you see us?”, one girl asked, surprising you when the man beamed her way and placed himself directly in front of her before obnoxiously poking her nose. 

“You will be a tiger.”

You were the last one to be assigned an animal, finally being gifted when you stepped out of the bathroom to show him how you looked in your black corset with matching heels and fishnet leggings. 

“Y/N, move your arms! I need to see the whole thing!” After giving you a full once over, your new boss sighs as he throws his body in his desk chair and leans to his left to dig into a box. “I think I know what your animal is going to be.”

The man tosses you a headband with white rabbit ears attached to the top.

“A rabbit? Why?”

“Bunny, honey. Bunnies are soft, timid, and innocent just like you.”

“I’m not innocent…I’m just…”

His eyes looking you over soften slightly as he tosses you the cotton tail that goes along with it. 

“Own it, baby. You’ll get more tips so you can get where you need to go faster.”

“Refill?!”, the bartender shouts over the music, smirking when you nod and taking your tray to restock it with shots and beers. 

“Y/N! Your freak is here!”, one of the girl’s hollers, playfully spanking your behind before gesturing towards the older long-haired boy in his usual booth. 

“Be nice!”, you scold, thanking the bartender as you grab what you need and carefully balance your way to his table, smirking as you place his beer bottle down in front of him. “Hey, Eddie.”

You had grown up just outside of Hawkins city limits so you weren’t privy to a lot of the small-town gossip but the girls and patrons filled you in the first night he entered the bar. 

“I’m not serving him! That’s the guy that killed people!”

“Holy shit, its Munson. Freak should be in jail after what he did to that girl.”

“He’s a menace just like his father.”

Countering your alter ego, you scurried his way that first time and asked him if he’d like anything to drink. 

“Doesn’t matter…just alcohol…please.”, he ordered, keeping his head low, long hair obscuring his face even with his black bandana circled around his head. 

When you brought him his beer, he thanked you but for some reason, you couldn’t help but linger. 

“You’re safe with me.”, you blurted causing his chocolate eyes to find yours. “I know people call you names and stuff but you don’t have to worry about that with me.”

Eddie blinked and after a while a small smile appeared across his lips. 

“Thank you, Bunny.”

“Hey, sweetheart, thank you.”

“Of course. Did, um, did you have a good day at work?”, you ask shyly, biting your bottom lip as you wait for his answer. 

“I did. My boss let me go a bit early so I rode my bike outside of Hawkins for a bit. There’s a road behind these hills where you can see the sky during sun set. It’s so beautiful—”

“Hey, freak! Quit hoggin’ the pretty girl!”, a man across the way shouts, silencing the metalhead midsentence. “Listen, honey, you better stay away from him unless you’re lookin’ to end up in a ditch somewhere!”

Your heart breaks as you watch the man before you fold into himself as he leans back into the darkness of the booth. 

“Do you want me to say something to security?”, you murmur. “We can have them booted—”

“Naw…no. It’s ok. Don’t worry about it, Bunny, I’m ok.”

You nod even as you hear his defeated tone, reaching out to lightly pat his leather clad shoulder vaguely catching the sound of his pleasure filled sigh as you do. 

It had been a couple of months since you first spoke to him and since then you two had only had small passing conversations but for whatever reason, you trusted him. Even though he was much taller, bigger, and older than you, something about him even in this setting made you feel safe so you couldn’t fathom how people could believe he’d ever hurt anyone let alone kill someone. 

The fact that he was incredibly handsome didn’t hurt either.

Every time he showed up, he was either in his mechanic jumpsuit or how he was dressed currently with jeans, black boots, and a leather jacket. He had a bit of extra weight in his belly but he wore it well, having to ignore that strong part of you that imagined he was perfect to hug. While he did have a bit of a beard, it barely covered his laugh lines when he grinned your way and his long hair was usually pulled up in a hair tie under a bandana like the one he was wearing tonight. 

Throughout the evening you checked in on him, engaging in small talk here and there till he rose to his feet and reached in his wallet to toss a hefty tip for you on the table, adorably giving you a little wave that you return. 

You always hated when he left, feeling oddly alone the moment he did even though you were surrounded by people until 2am when everything began to close. 

“Alright, honey, here are all the other tips and…do you need Jerry to walk you out?”

“Oh, no, Candace, thank you.”, you beam, taking your money and shoving it in your purse before slinging it over your shoulder. 

Walking out the front door, you shivered slightly at the night air, bundling yourself up tighter as you head for your car. The sound of a motorcycle caught your attention and you promptly looked in that direction, disappointment painting your features when you realized it was another patron leaving for the evening.

“Hey, little rabbit.”, a voice called eliciting a tiny squeak from you as you jumped, turning around to see the men who had been mocking Eddie standing near what you assumed was their car. 

“H-Hey, Andrew.”, you greet, praying you sounded confident as you calmly took in your surroundings. You weren’t parked too far from the entrance but obscured enough by other lagging vehicles that no one would see these men confronting you. You could take a detour around a couple of the cars and run towards the front of the bar but there were three of them and one of you. Could you scurry that quickly?

In your bag, you remembered your pepper spray and casually slid your hand between the flaps taking hold of it the way you practiced as you waited for an opportunity.

“What are you boys still doing here? I thought you left a couple of hours ago.”

“We did but then we got to talkin’ and thought ‘I wonder what little rabbit looks like outside in the real world.’”, he chuckles making your skin crawl. 

“W-Well, this is me. I’ve got to get going. My, um, my boyfriend is waiting for me.”

“Oh, your boyfriend, huh?”, Andrew asks sarcastically, all three of them beginning to step towards you. “You know what I think? I don’t think little rabbit has a boyfriend at all because if you were my girl I’d never let you dress like that and work in a place like this.”, he gestures behind him.

“You got a point. Too many creeps.”

With that, you spray the man in the face, taking the advantage as you quickly turn to run. 

“Go! Go get her!”, the man yells towards his friends who were trying to check on him before doing what he commanded. 

Your adrenaline had fully kicked in, your heels pounding against the concrete as you sprinted towards the street, desperate to find anyone who could help you. Your feet slipped out from under you and you collapsed roughly to the ground, silently cursing your boss for demanding the girls wear these god-awful shoes.

Just as you were pushing yourself back up the sound of an engine grabbed your attention and you turned just in time to see Eddie glide to a stop on his motorcycle beside you.  

Hearing the men’s voices off in the distance, you hastily climbed onto the seat behind the metalhead and hugged your arms around him, holding tightly as he sped off into the night.

As the evening air blew against your face, you steadily began to realize you were now safe. Your hero didn’t stop for anything not even red lights as he whizzed past through the empty streets trying to put distance between you and your assailants.

He couldn’t hear much due to the wind but Eddie definitely felt your body tremble against his, confirmed when he glanced down briefly to see your hands shaking against his chest. 

Trying to comfort you, he placed one of his large palms over your own, caressing your skin gently. 

You had no idea where he was taking you at first before casually turning into a subdivision you definitely recognized.

“This is Forest Hills.”, you murmur as he parks his bike near one of the mobile homes. “Do you live here?”

Eddie nods as he swings his leg around, careful not to hit you and offers you his hand to help you climb off. Your knees abruptly buckle as you wince and he doesn’t miss a beat as he promptly reaches out to catch you before effortlessly lifting you into his arms. 

You should be more on edge after what you just experienced but that feeling of safety you always got when he was around washed over you and you fully fell into his embrace, molding yourself into his chest as you pressed your face into the nook between his neck and shoulder.  

After carrying you inside, the metalhead placed you down on his couch in his living room before disappearing down the hallway allowing you the opportunity to look around. His place was relatively spacious for a mobile home, the lack of furniture helping to allow for more room. 

Eddie had a couch and a recliner but nothing else, not even a table in his kitchen area to eat on. Along the walls lined heavy metal and movie posters you recognized along with a guitar and amp in the corner of the room seemingly collecting some dust as if it had been a while since he picked it up. 

Pushing up onto your feet, you wobbled towards some frames that were hanging on his wall taking in a photo of him that had to be from his high school days eliciting a small smile. He appeared visually more or less the same besides being a few pounds lighter and definitely less facial hair. 

Just as you were reviewing another image, his boots banged against the floor as he stomped back into the area, his eyes swiveling from the sofa where he expected you to be to the wall you were standing in front of. 

“Who’s this?”, you ask, pointing towards the photo of a young woman. 

“My mom.”, he answered a bit sullenly. 

“She’s beautiful.” 

As you begin to return to the couch, his hand immediately shoots out to grab your own, guiding you back to your original seat where he placed himself beside you and reached for the first aid kit he had brought with him. 

Producing some rubbing alcohol and a band-aid, he freezes in place when he realizes you have stockings under your corset. 

“Shit. I’m an idiot. I didn’t realize you had those on. I’ve never looked at you that way. Um, here.” Your eyes watch him with amusement as he stands and removes his vest before lifting his shirt over his head. “You can change into this if you’d like. Let me go back into my room and you can call when you’re ready—”

“Eddie! It’s ok. I genuinely appreciate this. I, um, I actually, may need your help cause…” As you try to lift your arm, he notices the scrap along your elbow as well and nods his head, sitting back down and promptly putting his vest back on over his chest. “There’s a zipper…on the side…”

Gently taking a hold of your forearm, he helps you keep it out of the way as he glides the metal down and continues to keep you balanced as you shimmy out of the garment, his gorgeous irises shifting to the side out of respect for you. 

After ducking your head, you waited but for what the man wasn’t sure until the thought hit him, you were waiting for him to help you get into his shirt. 

“It might smell a bit like smoke. I hope that’s ok.”

“I work at a bar remember?”, you jest, biting your lip to hide the pain. “This is definitely more comfortable than my costume though.”

“I think you lost your bunny ears.”, he relays, his fingers touching the bunny tail on your corset before tossing it to the side. 

“We have more at the office. I think it fell when I was running.”, you murmur softly, eyes flicking up to meet his. “Thank you for saving me. I thought you had long left already.” Eddie shakes his head as he continues to stare forward while you slowly slide your stockings down your legs. “Do you normally linger?”

“I wanted to make sure you got to your car and left safely. Usually, you do.”

“You follow me home?”

“No! No, Bunny, I swear I would never…”, he defends making you grin as he adamantly continues to shake his head, the bandana keeping his hair from moving with him. “…I just make sure you get to your car. Another girl I knew never made it home so—”

When he cuts himself off, your heart breaks slightly as his eyes close as if he said something he shouldn’t have. 

“Y/N.”, you say, his eyes snapping open to turn and meet yours. “That’s my name. You can keep calling me Bunny though if you want to. I actually don’t mind when you do it.”

For the first time since you met him, Eddie smiled so wide that it stretched to his ears and he lightly chuckled making you do the same. 

Extending out your leg, you allowed him to clean and bandage your scrapes, your eyes constantly tracing over his features as he does while taking in parts of his body you were never privy to like the tattoos along his chest and arms. 

“What does this mean?”, you ask, your finger lightly tracing some ink along his bicep. 

The metalhead blinks as he his gaze shifts that way for a moment before focusing on his task once more. 

“It’s a tattoo I got while in prison. Everyone in my block gets one.”

“Oh. I didn’t know…”, you try to backtrack, your heart breaking when his face falls. “Did you, um…how long were you there?”

“Two years. I was acquitted of all my charges except for evading arrest and possession.”

“Wow. You don’t seem like the kind of person to do drugs—”

“Yeah well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me!”, he snaps, eliciting a small yelp from you as you slowly fold into yourself. “Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m—I’m not used to anyone asking this many questions.”

“It’s ok…”, you mumble, your head hanging at the thought of upsetting him. 

Calloused fingers reach out to grip your chin softly and lift it back up. 

“I’m sorry if I scared you.”, he murmured with a gentle smirk. “I didn’t do hard drugs. I just sold them. When police searched my trailer for evidence they found my stash.”

“You didn’t scare me. I just…I don’t want to hurt your feelings or make you uncomfortable.”

“You never could, Bunny.”, he soothes, finishing his task and closing the first aid kit on the table in front of him. “Well, please feel free to help yourself to anything in the fridge and the bathroom is down the hall. My uncle is across the way there so if you need anything just come knock and tell him you’re looking for me if I don’t answer—”

“Are you not staying here?”, you interrupt with a bit of whine at the idea of him leaving you. 

“I thought it might make you feel better if I wasn’t here. Safer.”

“I’d feel safer with you, Eddie.” The man’s eyes widen as you scoot closer to him and wrap your arm around his as you lean your head on his shoulder. “Please… don’t leave.”

You can’t help the giddy grin that paints your lips when you feel his frame slunk a bit lower onto the couch as he lifts his limb you were holding to circle it around your shoulders, his rather large palm squeezing your bicep when your arms find a new home around his torso. 

“I won’t, sweetheart, I promise.”

***

You stir awake to the light sound of the thunder that gently rattles the windows of the mobile home, finding yourself alone with a pillow tucked under your head and a blanket strewn over your frame.

“Eddie?”, you call, stretching as you fully sit up to look around. 

The front door squeaks as the metalhead does everything he can to quietly sneak back inside before realizing you were awake. 

“Fuck. I didn’t wake you up did I?”

“Oh, um, no. The thunder did though.”

“Yeah.”, the man nods, gesturing with his thumb towards one of the windows. “I went outside to smoke and it’s just now starting to come down.” Chocolate eyes take you in for a moment and a heavy sigh escapes his chest. “Are you hungry? I have some stuff for French toast if you’d like.”

You nod excitedly as you bounce off the couch to follow him into the kitchen eliciting a smile as he watches you move. 

“Can you…?”, you ask, patting the counter and turning around to lift your arms. 

It takes him a moment but when he does, Eddie’s strong palms grip your waist and effortlessly lift you on to the marble behind you, his irises watching your face for any signs of discomfort and finding none as you giggle at the action. 

“Thank you.”

“No problem, Bunny.”, he whispers with a smile.  

You watch him maneuver around his kitchen with a big grin stuck on your face the entire time. 

Eddie Munson was incredibly handsome even just doing mundane things like pulling up his hair and stirring the ingredients in a bowl allowing his back muscles to flex, drawing your eyes to his pants that hung loosely along his waist. 

“Eddie, why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“What?”, he asked, a small smirk on his lips.

“You’re a good-looking guy, chivalrous, strong, sweet…you have a motorcycle. All the girls should want you.”

“As I’m sure you’ve noticed, most people don’t like me. Besides my friends and my uncle, you’re the only person who has said more than four words to me.”

“I still don’t get that. You said you were in prison but it wasn’t for anything major.”

“Yeah, well, the court of public opinion especially in a small town is a lot more aggressive and swifter than actual court.”, he replies sullenly before coming around to lift you off the counter and guide you to his sofa where he placed your breakfast. 

Grabbing his own plate, Eddie sits beside you while you both casually talk about things within your own life that has him listening intensely, nodding where appropriate as you continue to babble. 

“And I’m just working there till I save enough money for studio time.”

“You’re a singer?” You nod enthusiastically, mouth and cheeks full of French toast making the metalhead grin as he reaches for his beer to help him contain the laugh that wants to break free at how cute you were. “Have you played anywhere?”

“No not yet. My boss has offered to let me sing on stage but…I don’t think those guys would take me seriously…”, you mumble, hanging your head as you lean back. 

“I’d like to hear you some time. I bet your voice is pretty like you.”

You glance his way at his compliment, smiling to yourself when you notice him nonchalantly finish his last big bite of food before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Do you sing?”, you ask, gesturing towards his guitar. 

“Naw. I mean, I can but I mostly played guitar with my band.”

“Why did you stop?”

“I got hurt and then went to prison. From there my life became about getting to the next day instead of doing what I wanted.”

Your heart broke at his confession, your hand reaching out to move some of the strands that had fallen out of his hair tie away from his face. Eddie’s gaze shifts your way at the action, his irises fleeting a bit from left to right as if trying to decide something before quietly mumbling, “I wrote a song about you.”

“About me?”, you beam, your face immediately heating at the notion. “Can I hear it?”

“Yeah? Yeah, um, ok.”

You continue to grin as you watch him stand for a brief moment to reach for his guitar and readjust himself on the couch so he could play comfortably. 

“I’m still kind of working on it…adjusting the lyrics you know…but, um, yeah…”

Ringed fingers delicately pluck the strings as a soft melody begins to play and his eyes close as he begins to gently sing. 

“They look at me and see the worst, Since the day I was born, I was cursed. They hear my name and lock the doors, Like I ain't been lonely before. Then you come laughing through the crowd, Hand on my shoulder, never looking down. You say my name like it means something good, And suddenly I feel like maybe it could.

You made me feel human. You made me feel seen. You made me believe There might be something good in me.

And if kindness is a gift, Then, sweetheart, you've given me enough To make a lonely boy believe He might be worthy of love.

You call me honey when I'm falling apart, Like you don't mind holding all the broken parts. You touch my arm and ask if I'm alright, And hell, Bunny, I could lie all night. But you make it hard to hide from you, Hard to keep pretending I'm bulletproof. 'Cause nobody ever looked at me that way— Like I was someone they wanted to stay.”

After plucking the last cord, Eddie finally opened his eyes to gage your reaction just as a tear fell down your cheek. 

“I told you it still needs some work…”

“No, no, Eddie. I, um, that was really sweet.”, you cry. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”, he murmurs. “I just appreciate your kindness and I’m here for you to, Bunny. No matter what—”

Your heart couldn’t take it anymore, everything about him making you desperate to give him everything good he deserved. 

In the middle of his declaration, you climbed onto his lap and pressed your lips to his, startling him a bit as his arms opened in surprise. 

“Wait…wait, Bunny. I don’t…I don’t want you to feel like…That’s not why I’m being nice or brought you here.”

“I know, Eddie, I know. I want to make you feel good. Please, let me. After everything and hearing your song…please, let me take care of you…”

“You…you can do better than me, sweetheart…”, he babbles as you slide to your knees between his legs and unbuckle his jeans. “You could have anyone.”

“I don’t want anyone. I want you.” Even as he protests, the metalhead lifts his hips to help you slide his pants and boxers below his knees allowing his cock to spring free. “Oh, wow.”, you mewl, your eyes flicking up to his face at the sound of his small hiss when you take hold of him in your hand. “You’re really big.”

“Fuck me.”, he whispers under his breath, eyes squeezing shut as his head falls against the back of the couch when your tongue licks his tip. 

“Can I taste you, Eddie? Can I feel you in my mouth?”

“Yeah, yeah, sweetheart, you can taste me. Y-You can do anything you want to, baby.”

You flash him a giddy grin before enveloping him with your mouth, taking him till you felt his mushroom tip hit the back of your throat and bobbing back up to repeat the process. 

“Shit.”, the metalhead whimpers, thick fingers reaching down to tangle in your hair as you descend along his length, allowing your tongue to swirl and play while enjoying every little noise that escapes his chest. 

“Eddie, you don’t have to be so delicate with me.”, you coo, your palm continuing to pump his cock. “I can handle it a little rough and I trust you.”

The hand in your hair tenderly comes around to caress your cheek as his eyes swivel up to meet yours. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Bunny.”

“You won’t, honey.” Seeing the trepidation in his eyes, you climb onto his lap once more to kiss his lips while allowing your hand to lazily continue stroking him. “How about this? How about if I’m uncomfortable or you’re hurting me, I’ll say the word ‘Red’ so you know to stop?”

“Red to stop.”, he recites. “Ok, baby, I can do that.”

Keeping one strong arm around you, Eddie flips you both till your back was on the cushions with him on top of you, grinding his lower half against your panty covered core. 

“O-Oh fuck, Eddie.”, you mewl, your nails dragging down his back as his lips suck a hickey into your neck before his thick tongue soothes the sting. 

You crane your neck upwards, watching him as he open mouth kisses down your curvy frame, his fingers digging into your hips and under the waistband of your panties to delicately pull them down. 

“Jesus, Bunny, look at you. Is all this for me?”, he asks, eyes zeroed in on your dripping cunt. 

“Yeah, baby, my pussy is yours.”

A large grin spread across his features as he settled between your legs lifting one over his shoulder as he watched you quiver at the feeling of his breath against your core. 

“I don’t deserve you, sweetheart.”

With that, his face fell into your heat, his tongue exploring you while he devoured like a man who hadn’t eaten in days. 

“Fuck…Eddie…”

“You taste delicious, pretty girl. I’ve never had anything this good in my life.”

Your fingers thread through his hair as you moan at his praise, your hips grinding against him desperate for more friction. His wide tongue applies the perfect amount of pressure, flicking along your clit as your eyes roll back. 

“J-Just like…like that…don’t stop…”

Chocolate eyes flick up to watch your face as your mouth falls open and your hands come around to lift your shirt, exposing your breasts that you massage, allowing your thumbs to graze your nipples. 

“Please…M’gonna….”  Eddie’s grip on your thighs tightens, holding you still as his head shakes from side to side, lightly pulling on your bundle of nerves before repeating his motions. “Fuck…Fuck, fuck, fuck, Eddie!”

The organ between his teeth continues to press against you, guiding you through your orgasm while the metalhead waits patiently for you to come back to him. 

“Shit, Bunny, I love the way you moan my name.”, he groans, kissing up your skin before helping you fully remove the shirt on your body to toss to the floor. 

“I want to feel you, baby.”, you whine, cupping his cheeks in your palms as you circle your legs around his waist. “I want to feel your dick stretch me open.”

“Fuck.”, he moans. “Ok, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want.”

Pushing up onto his knees, you watch as he run his fingers through your folds and collects some of your slick, stroking it along his cock before guiding the tip to your entrance. 

The moment he starts sliding in you know you’re going to be sore tomorrow, the notion causing you to clench around him. 

“Fuck, Bunny, you—you can’t do that…so fucking tight…” Placing his hand on your lower tummy, you feel this thumb extend out to slowly circle your swollen nub and again your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you bite your bottom lip. “Good, good girl. I’m about—mmph—I’m about halfway.”

“All. Give it all to me, Eddie, please.”

The man mewls at your pleading, putting his palms on either side of your head to allow him more mobility to roll his hips, pushing his cock deeper into your cunt. 

“Your pussy is so warm, baby. You feel like heaven.”

As your hands ran down his chest, the metalhead couldn’t help but exhale a heavy breath of pleasure, pulling his length all the way back before delivering a firm thrust that had his hips smacking into yours and allowing him to finally be fully sheathed inside of you. 

“Oh my GOD. I’ve never…had anyone so deep…Eddie-fuck-I can…feel you in my stomach.” Lowering himself onto his forearms, the man above you watched your face as he listened to you babble in ecstasy, the sound and words causing his cock to twitch within your walls. “Use me, baby, please. You deserve to feel good.”

After a soft but lingering kiss on your lips, his head fell between the nook of your neck as he set a steady pace, your body reacting to each touch and firm slam of his hips as if you were made just for him. 

“K-Keep talking to me, Bunny. I love the sound of your voice.”

You smiled as your fingers tangled into his messy curls. 

“Just like that, Eddie, fuck. What did I do to deserve to fucked this good, baby? YOU protected me. YOU watch out for me. YOU took—ahhh—care of me.”

Something in him changed at that moment, you heard it in the grunt that left his throat just before he abruptly pulled out and manhandled your body till you were on your side with him behind you. 

“Lift your leg, Bunny.”, he commanded, circling his large arm around your chest, holding you to his own while his free hand guided his cock back into your entrance, slowly filling you till his tip poked that soft spot within. “You’re a good girl, sweetheart. It’s good they’re afraid of me; they should be. You are a princess who—shit,baby—who deserves to feel safe and be fucked exactly the way she wants whenever she wants it.”

“Eddie…”, you whine, your back pushing against him. 

“Don’t run from it, Bunny, I got you.”, he whispers in your ear as he reaches around you to match each of his firm, continuous thrusts with his fingers on your clit. “I’m right here.”

You tried to push at his wrist but it was no use, he was stronger than you. 

“Eddie, please, it’s too much.”

“Cum for me, pretty girl.”

Your eyes rolled as his pace hastened. 

“Will you cum inside me, Eddie Munson? Fill me up and claim me.”

“You want my cum?”, he asks, his heavy pant warming your ear as his hand attached to the arm across your chest cupped your breast. 

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Holy shit.” 

Eddie’s forehead pressed to your temple as his rhythm faltered and you felt his release begin to paint your walls. At the feeling, your pussy clenched around him as you came undone, practically milking him for every drop as he sloppily continues to try and rub your bundle of nerves to elongate your high.

Both your pants filled the small living room as you continued to cling to each other, allowing you both enough time to slowly come back down to Earth. 

After a while, you roll over till your chest was pressed to his, your arm slung over his side to hug him closer to you. At your pleasure filled exhale, Eddie smirks, craning his neck a bit to kiss your forehead as his fingers lightly trace along spine. 

“Your heart is beating really fast.”, you giggle, your smile growing when you feel his body shake with laughter. 

“It’s been a very long time since anyone has called me that.”

“It’s been a long time for me to.”, you murmur as your lips tenderly reach out to kiss his skin. “I only do it with partners I feel safe with. Not that I’ve had many…partners.”

Ringed fingers grip your cheek and careful tilt your head back so his gaze could meet yours. 

“I’m glad you felt safe with me, Y/N.”

Hearing him say your name has a giddy feeling running through your frame and your hug him tightly as he does the same. 

Suddenly, loud thunder shakes the home, startling you as you squeak and bury your head into his broad physique.

“It’s ok, baby, it’s just the storm.”, Eddie soothes, tenderly petting your head with his hand. “I have some candles in my bedroom. Maybe, I can get us some snacks and we can have a scary movie marathon.”

Before you can offer him an answer, the metalhead lifts himself off the sofa and collects you in his arms, carrying you to his room where he gently places you on the mattress. You take in his photos on his dresser from where you were including one of him with a curly haired boy holding up a diploma and another of him with an older man next to their motorcycles outside of bar you didn’t recognize. 

You jump when a large shirt is pulled over your head, laughter rippling through you as he adjusts the garment so you’re more comfortable. 

“Is that your son?”, you ask, pointing towards one of the photos as he slides on a pair of boxers with black sweatpants. 

“Uh, no. I would say he’s more like a little brother. That was when he graduated high school. He’s actually got about one year left of college. I’m very proud of him.”, he grins, following your eyes to the other picture. “This is me and my uncle at a bar my mom used to go to, to listen new bands. She loved music…She died when I was little.”

“Oh, Eddie, sweetie, I’m so sorry.”, you coo. “Is that the uncle that’s across the street?”, you inquire, glancing that way when he nods. “Maybe when the storm stops, we can go say hello.”

The man blinks, straightening up as he looks you over. 

“You’d want to do that?”

“Yeah, baby, of course. I want to learn everything about you. All the good and the bad.”

Again, he blinks, shuffling his feet for a moment before coming to take a seat beside you. 

“The bad is really bad, Bunny.”

Tilting towards him, your hands cup his cheeks as you kiss his lips.

“I told you, Eddie Munson, I trust you and I’m not afraid of you.”

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Eddie Masterlist/ Donate to Me

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