Unraveling & Raveling

Eddie Munson x female reader

WC 2000

You came to water Reefer Rick’s flowers and found Eddie in need of TLC.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, smut 18+ , oral f receiving, protected piv sex, drug use (weed)

The afternoon sun filtered weakly through the dusty windows of Reefer Rick's lakeside house, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Eddie Munson had been holed up first in the main house, then retreating to the boathouse when paranoia set in harder, but today he'd risked coming back inside for something resembling comfort. Rick was still in lockup, so the house was Eddie's temporary kingdom: mismatched furniture, posters on the walls, a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey on the coffee table.

The  door creaked open without a knock, slicing through the stale quiet. You froze in the doorway, keys in one hand, canvas tote with gardening tools over your shoulder. You wore cutoff denim shorts, and a loose tie-dye crop top that showed a sliver of stomach. 

Eddie Munson shot upright on the sagging couch, switchblade flipping open in his fist. His eyes were wide, breath sharp, every line of him screaming ready to run or fight.

Neither of you moved.

“Who the hell are you?” The voice was rusty, like he didn’t use it in a long time.

You put both hands up, calming him like a spooked animal. "I used to buy from Rick. He lets me water the plants out back when he's... indisposed. Keeps the flowers alive so the neighbors don't get nosy. I have the key. Didn't expect company."

He didn’t lower the blade. “You know who I am?”

You glanced at his face—wild curls, tired eyes, something haunted flickering behind the bravado. “You look familiar, but I don’t get into town much. Just the lake and work.”

Eddie studied you. No spark of suspicion. No sudden fear. Just honest confusion. He exhaled hard, glancing at the open door—no lights, no cars—then back to you.

The switchblade clincked on the coffee table. Still within reach. “Eddie. Rick’s… friend. Laying low here. Family stuff. Needed quiet.”

You nodded and introduced yourself. “I live two houses down the lake path. Not here to rat you out. I can come back another time… or skip it… if this is bad.”

Silence hung. He eyed the door again. The house had been suffocating him with silence and fear. Even this awkward intrusion felt like a lifeline.

“You’re really just watering flowers?” he asked, half skeptical.

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Pairing: Eddie Munson × Fem Black Reader  

 Warnings: Mild language, mentions of Eddie’s reputation at school, emotional vulnerability, kissing.

Word count: 1.4k

Hawkins, Indiana, had a funny way of making summer feel endless.

The days were too hot.

The nights were too humid.

And there was absolutely nothing to do.

At least, that was what Eddie Munson had been complaining about for the past twenty minutes.

“This town is a prison.”

You didn’t look up from your book.

“It’s a Tuesday.”

“Exactly.”

“What’s supposed to happen on a Tuesday?”

“I don’t know.”

He dramatically threw himself backward onto the grass.

“Something.”

You finally looked over.

Eddie was sprawled across the blanket you’d brought to the park, his curly hair spread messily around his head and his sunglasses crooked across his nose.

“You know,” you said, “most people would probably be happy to have a quiet afternoon.”

“Most people are boring.”

“You are literally lying on a picnic blanket doing nothing.”

“I’m thinking.”

“About?”

He paused.

“…Important things.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Such as?”

He turned his head toward you.

“You.”

Your eyes lifted from the book.

“What?”

He smiled.

“I said you.”

Your heart skipped.

Then he laughed.

“Got you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You’re annoying.”

“And yet…”

He sat up.

“…you keep hanging out with me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Sure.”

He leaned back on his hands.

“You’d miss me if I disappeared.”

You looked at him for a moment.

Then quietly said,

“Yeah.”

The teasing disappeared from his face.

“…Yeah?”

You nodded.

“Of course I would.”

For once, Eddie didn’t have a joke ready.

You and Eddie had been friends for years.

Long enough that neither of you could remember exactly when it happened.

Maybe it started when you were paired together for a school project.

Maybe it was the first time he’d walked you home after someone made a rude comment in the hallway.

Maybe it was all the afternoons you’d spent at his trailer listening to music.

Or maybe it had happened so gradually that neither of you noticed.

You simply became part of each other’s lives.

And somewhere along the way…

Eddie fell hopelessly in love with you.

He just hadn’t told you.

That evening, you were sitting on the hood of his van outside the trailer.

A portable radio played quietly beside you.

You were flipping through a magazine while Eddie worked on his guitar.

“Can I ask you something?”

You looked up.

“Sure.”

He hesitated.

“Do you ever think about leaving Hawkins?”

You closed the magazine.

“All the time.”

“Where would you go?”

You smiled.

“Somewhere bigger.”

“New York?”

“Maybe.”

“California?”

“Maybe.”

“Europe?”

You laughed.

“You’d let me leave the country?”

He looked at you.

“No.”

You laughed again.

“Eddie.”

“I’m kidding.”

He wasn’t.

Not really.

He stared down at his guitar.

“I just…”

He swallowed.

“I don’t like thinking about you being somewhere I can’t find you.”

Your smile faded slightly.

“You’d find me.”

He looked up.

“Yeah?”

“You always do.”

The next Saturday, you convinced Eddie to go swimming.

He complained for twenty straight minutes.

“I don’t swim.”

“You do.”

“I float.”

“You’ve literally gone swimming with me before.”

“That was survival.”

“You were in the water for three hours.”

“I was surviving.”

You laughed as you walked toward the lake.

Eddie carried the towels over one shoulder.

“You know what your problem is?”

“What?”

“You enjoy watching me suffer.”

“Maybe a little.”

He grinned.

“There she is.”

You pushed him lightly.

He stumbled dramatically.

“Assault!”

“You are so dramatic.”

“You pushed me.”

“I barely touched you.”

“I’m wounded.”

“You’ll survive.”

He smiled.

“Because you’re here.”

You stopped walking for half a second.

He didn’t seem to realize what he’d said.

Or maybe he did.

He looked away.

Later that afternoon, the two of you sat near the edge of the lake, letting your feet cool in the water.

Eddie had his arms resting behind him.

You were sitting beside him.

Your shoulders touched.

Neither of you moved away.

A group of teenagers nearby began laughing.

One of them glanced toward Eddie.

“Hey, Munson!”

Eddie’s expression immediately changed.

You noticed.

He always pretended not to care.

But you knew better.

The laughter continued.

You quietly reached over and took his hand.

His eyes dropped to your fingers.

Then he looked at you.

“You okay?”

He nodded.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t have to pretend with me.”

His fingers tightened around yours.

“I know.”

You smiled.

“Good.”

He looked at your joined hands for several seconds.

Then whispered,

“You’re dangerous, you know.”

You laughed.

“How?”

“You make me think I could actually have something good.”

Your heart broke a little.

“Eddie…”

He looked away.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

“I just…”

He shook his head.

“Forget it.”

You squeezed his hand.

“I don’t want to forget it.”

He looked at you again.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then he smiled softly.

“Okay.”

That night, Eddie couldn’t sleep.

He lay on his bed staring at the ceiling.

He kept thinking about your hand in his.

The way you’d looked at him.

The way you’d told him not to pretend.

He had spent so long believing that people eventually left.

Friends.

Teachers.

Adults.

Anyone who got too close.

But you?

You kept choosing him.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Maybe that was why he was so scared.

Because losing you would hurt more than anything he’d ever experienced.

The following week, you showed up at the trailer carrying two milkshakes.

Eddie opened the door.

He stared.

“You brought food.”

“Of course.”

“Marry me.”

You laughed.

“That’s a little dramatic.”

“I’ve been abandoned by everyone.”

“You saw me yesterday.”

“Exactly.”

You handed him the milkshake.

He took it.

Then suddenly went quiet.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’ve been staring at me for thirty seconds.”

“I have not.”

“You have.”

He looked away.

“You’re pretty.”

You blinked.

“What?”

He immediately panicked.

“I mean—”

He gestured wildly.

“Not that you’re not pretty. You are. Obviously. Everyone knows that. It’s just—”

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“You can stop.”

He froze.

You smiled.

“Thank you.”

His face turned bright red.

“You’re welcome.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies.

At some point, you fell asleep against his shoulder.

Eddie didn’t move.

Not even when his arm started going numb.

He stared at the television.

Then at you.

Very carefully, he adjusted the blanket over your shoulders.

You shifted slightly.

Your head settled more comfortably against him.

He smiled.

“Yeah…”

He whispered.

“I’m definitely screwed.”

The next morning, you woke up to find a note beside you.

Coffee’s in the kitchen. Didn’t want to wake you. —Eddie

You smiled.

Then noticed another line underneath.

Also, you drool.

You grabbed the pillow and threw it toward the doorway.

Eddie’s laughter echoed from the kitchen.

A few days later, everything changed.

You were sitting on the hood of Eddie’s van again.

The sunset painted the sky orange and pink.

He sat beside you.

Neither of you spoke.

Finally, he said,

“I need to tell you something.”

You turned toward him.

“Okay.”

He took a breath.

“You remember when I asked if you ever thought about leaving Hawkins?”

“Yeah.”

“I asked because…”

He looked down at his hands.

“…I was scared.”

“Of what?”

“That you’d leave.”

Your expression softened.

“Eddie…”

“And I know I don’t get to ask you to stay.”

He swallowed.

“I wouldn’t.”

“But I need you to know something.”

He finally looked at you.

“I love you.”

Everything went quiet.

“I’ve loved you for a long time.”

Your heart pounded.

He continued before you could respond.

“I know I’m probably not who you imagined you’d fall for.”

“Eddie—”

“And I know I’m a mess.”

“Eddie.”

“And maybe you’re going somewhere bigger someday and—”

You reached for his face.

He stopped talking immediately.

“You talk too much.”

His eyes widened.

“You know that, right?”

“…Yeah.”

You smiled.

“Good.”

You leaned closer.

“I love you too.”

He stared at you.

“…What?”

“I love you.”

“You’re serious?”

You laughed.

“Yes.”

His entire face transformed.

He looked happier than you’d ever seen him.

“Can I…”

He swallowed.

“…Can I kiss you?”

You smiled.

“You don’t have to ask.”

He leaned in slowly.

His hand gently rested against your cheek.

The kiss was soft.

A little nervous.

A little clumsy.

And completely perfect.

When you pulled away, Eddie stared at you like he’d forgotten how words worked.

“So…”

You smiled.

“So?”

“That was…”

He searched for the right word.

“…really, really good.”

You laughed.

“You’re such a dork.”

“I’m your dork now.”

You smiled.

“Unfortunately.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest.

“You’re never getting rid of me.”

“Good.”

His chin rested against your hair.

“Good?”

You nodded.

“Good.”

He smiled.

And for the first time in a very long time, Eddie Munson didn’t feel like he was waiting for something terrible to happen.

He was simply sitting beneath a summer sunset with the girl he loved in his arms.

And for once…

He was exactly where he was supposed to be.

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