Luna

“I think we should get off the road”

“Get off the road!”

the character in question: has not experienced comfort a day in their life

FLORENCE PUGH

if you're one of the "fans" who sexualize and have been sexualizing finn since he was a literal child, leave my account.

if you're one of the "fans" who make rumors and hate on millie, leave my account.

if you're one of the "fans" who are making fun and worsening the situation for noah at college, leave my account.

if you're one of the "fans" calling jamie weird, creepy and creating false accusations about him, leave my account.

if you're one of the "fans" thirsting and drooling over eddie but proceeding to body shame and judge joseph for not looking like the 20 yr old character he played 2 years ago, leave my account.

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in short, if you're an asshole just simply... perish.

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summary: Juliet Capulet is the role you’ve been dreaming to play your entire high school career, and you couldn’t be happier that you got the part. The only problem? Eddie the freak Munson is your Romeo.

warnings: language, stupid god damn idiots in love, sort of enemies to lovers???, fluff, a Heathers reference that we’re gonna pretend came out in 86’ instead of 89’, some nc-17 kissing 😏

wc: 2.5k

a/n: repost bc tumblr is an ass and ruined the formatting 🥲🥲🥲

a/n/n: this is my first (and hopefully not last) eddie fic!! im so happy with how this came out and i hope i did the guy justice!! i really hope u all enjoy this fic! big thank u to @sunflowergirl522 for encouraging me to branch out and finally write for eddie. also also also ik the leo dicaprio romeo and juliet came out in the 90s but let’s pretend purely for the aesthetic thx

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You’re fuming when you march into Hawkins High’s cafeteria, the click clacks of your heeled boots already attracting an audience. You feel the heat spread on your face and chest, your necklaces starting to feel suffocating. You wouldn’t be surprised if steam started coming out of your ears.

All because of Eddie fucking Munson

Summary: After making a bet with your best friend Robin to finally tell your crushes you like them, a party at Steve's seemingly a great time to do it, the night ends with more than you were expecting.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug dealing, kissing.

Word count: 3.6k

Will probably only make this one part but might do two if anyone wants :)

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“Y/N! Stop bouncing your leg! It’s making me nervous!” Robin says with a laugh as you look down at your leg and abruptly stop shaking it. “Sorry. I’m kinda shitting bricks here.” You respond with a sheepish smile. Robin throws herself onto her bed with a chuckle and slaps her hands to her eyes. “Yeah…I kinda am too. Why did we agree to do this again?” “Because we need to grow up and finally tell them and Harrington’s party is a great excuse to do it.” You reply with a glance to the mirror on top of her dark blue dresser. Your hair is very curly for the occasion and Robin helped make it even bigger, reporting that teasing is her only girly skill since all it takes is a hairbrush and repressed anger issues.

A week ago, you both agreed that it is finally time to admit to your crushes your feelings, and what can you say, teamwork makes the dreamwork and the fear of rejection a little more manageable, especially at a party filled to the brim with alcohol. For Robin, Vickie from band. And for you? Your best friend of 3 years, Eddie Munson. The thought of your confession ruining your friendship kept the truth at bay for years, but the buildup of pain keeping it in has caused has been worse. So after a drunken sleepover with Robin last week, you both agreed it was finally time and doing it together seemed like the best way to get through it, whatever the outcome.

“She just keeps making me feel like I’m going crazy and imagining all these little hints because she keeps getting back together with the spawn of satan himself and I can’t do it anymore.” Robin rambles and glances over to you sitting on her golden chair in front of her dresser. “Y/N. You’re doing it again.” “What? Oh.” You say and cease the rapid fire bouncing of your leg. The party started an hour ago and yet both you and Robin kept finding excuses to stay barricaded in her bedroom. The Duran Duran song you were listening to came to a smooth halt and you both lock eyes and know it’s time to suck it up and get in the car. With a sigh Robin pushes herself off her bed and extends a hand to you, which you grab with a grumble. She swings open her bedroom door and gives a quick hug to her mom standing in the kitchen stirring food in a pot before shuttling us both out the door with a fast goodbye. Outside, your black hearse is sitting crookedly on the curb, awaiting you and Robins equally shared nerves expectantly.

Shit. Let’s get this over with. You glance over to Robin and grab her clammy hand and pull her towards your car. Once inside, ignition roaring to life, and your favorite Motley Crue album blaring, you speed off down the street to Harringtons. The drive is filled with Robin’s rambles about Vickie and how she is trying to mentally prepare being turned down. You turn towards her, lowering the music, and give her a light tug on her shoulder. “If we’re going to do this, we have to be confident and just trust that whatever to happens will happen. Trust me. And no matter the level of nerves, nothing a couple shots can’t do to calm those shits right down.” You say joking sheepishly, trying to follow your own advice as your hands start tapping the steering wheel anxiously. The rest of the drive is filled with both of you attempting to excite yourselves by singing the entirety of Don’t you forget about me, top volume. The singing with your best friend calmed the stress and butterflies rising in your chest, but once Harrington’s mansion pulled into view, both of you abruptly stopped the obnoxious belting.

“Fuck me.” You whisper under your breath. Not only had it been weeks since you’ve been to a big party like this, something that already wasn’t your scene, but with the added mission at hand, your bullshit brave façade had melted down to nothing. You quickly scan down the road looking for Eddie’s van, but the massive amount of cars pulled into every curb alongside the street made it impossible to tell if he was already here. With one last glance at Robin, you both open the car doors and start walking up to the stairs leading to the front porch. Classmates you’ve barely spoken to are already puking over the side of the railing off Steve’s porch, others excitedly making out, and football players drunkenly wrestling on the front yard. Steve always knew how to give his classmates a great time. Guess he wasn’t called the King of Hawkins High for nothing.

Walking up the wooden steps, you spot a guy from your Chemistry class standing by the door, smoking. With another glance around the yard, you turn towards Robin and stutter out, “Do you think he’s even here?” Robin glances over both shoulders and replies with a smirk and gestures to your classmate. “Y/N! You came! Man you weren’t kidding when you said Munson has the best shit in town. I have only taken a few hits and I can feel everything. Tell him I will buy any shit he has man” he slurs and pats you on the back, a little harder than necessary. “I take that as a yes! Seems like Munson’s here already.” Robin chuckles, resulting in the first genuine smile from you all night. You give your stoned classmate a sarcastic salute and push open the door to Steve’s house.

Inside can only be described as a total warzone. Red solo cups line the floor, beer bottles set haphazardly on any available surface, practically begging to be spilled, and people. God damn are there people everywhere. Robin grabs your shoulders from behind you and steers you directly to the kitchen, both ready for a little liquid confidence. Inside the kitchen is a countertop island with every liquor, chaser and beer you could imagine. Even the occasional wine bottle, no doubt nicked from his parents personal collection. “Christ. Harrington probably has more alcohol here than all the local liquor stores combined” you snort as you take in the choices of what drink to start with. You reach for a lukewarm beer, when you glance over into the entryway to the living room and see him.

Giant Dio patch adorning his torn jean jacket and broad shoulders and hair even wavier than normal. Eddie is talking to a group of jocks and handing them two separate baggies from within his trademark lunchbox, snatching a wad of cash in return. He kisses the cash and nods to them, turning his face towards the kitchen. You quickly look down at the beer in your hand and switch to a shot of cheap vodka instead, feeling his eyes finding you in the crowd. Robin snorts and takes the discarded beer you set down from the counter and takes a swig. “Incoming” she says with a burp. With no shot glasses to be seen, you grab a solo cup and pour a splash of the clear, strong liquid into you cup. That looks like enough for a shot right? Maybe a lil too much. Aww fuck it.

Eddie saunters into the kitchen with his arms raised. “How’s my two favorite ladies doing on this fine evening?” He asks excitedly and slumps on the counter besides you. He smells of cheap beer, leather, and the oh so familiar scent of weed, that accompanies him wherever he goes like a ghost. “Well, ya know, tonight seemed like an ideal night to destroy my liver with this shot.” You joke back and show him the liquid sloshing in your cup. “Jesus Y/N. That looks more like a double to me, but hey, if you’re ballsy enough to do it, I shall partake as well.” He says with a wink while grabbing a half empty bottle of whiskey from the counter, pouring himself a large swig. You glance at Robin and give her your best puppy dog eyes you can manage and she sighs in response. “Fine! I’ll take one too but only because our bet was my bad idea, so I guess I kinda deserve this bad idea” “What bet?” Eddie chuckles as Robin drops her cup to the floor the second she grabbed it. Your face heats up with his question and you scramble to find an answer.

“All will be revealed in good time kind sir.” You spurt out and hold the cups up to them both trying desperately to change the topic. “But first, liquid confidence. Or poison. Ya know, same thing I guess” you giggle, trying to ease the butterflies building in your belly from Eddie’s question. They both cheers to your cup in the air, and you all slam it back. Harsh, liquid rushing down your throat, combined with the familiar rubbing alcohol smell makes your stomach lurch. Dribbles of vodka run down your chin. Yeah. That was for sure a double. Suddenly the song booming from the living room changes to Head over Heels by Tears for Fears, one of your known favorites, but before you can drag both of them to the living room to dance, Vickie walks into the kitchen. At the sight of her, your eyes dart to Robin whose face immediately turn a bright shade of pink. Vickie waves to Robin, who in return, knocks her now empty cup off the counter yet again while attempting to raise her hand to wave back. You giggle and shove her a tad, attempting your best to ease your best friend’s very blatant flustered state.

“Hey Vickie! I heard you got moved to first chair! That’s awesome!” You throw out, trying to ease the awkwardness with the first random fact you knew about Vickie from being in marching band with her and Robin. “I did! I’m super excited about it!” She gushes happily, with a bright smile. “Yeah that’s so great Vick, I’m proud of you.” Robin grins back with a nod, cheeks still flushed, resulting in an even bigger grin from Vickie and a thank you. She grabs herself a beer and walks off to the living room with a smile towards Robin. This is when both you and Eddie death glare Robin and gesture with your eyes to follow her. She returns the response with an exaggerated and over dramatic grin and grabs a beer, leaving the kitchen.

“So I never thought I’d see Munson at a huge house party thrown by the Harrington himself.” You say with a giggle, poking Eddie in the chest. “Well, you see my dear, Stevie-boy has a lot of rich friends. And these friends are in desperate need for…my services.” He smirks, tapping his trademark black steel lunch box. “How much have you dealt?” “Well…” he says flipping over the top of box. “This was filled to the brim about an hour ago and now there’s about a half ounce left!” Eddie finishes proudly, taking another swig of beer. “Gotta love sheltered rich kids.” “Hate them, but adore their parents’ money.” He says flashing you his signature grin.

Over the next 20 minutes, you and Eddie have deep dived into a conversation about Aerosmith, his newest campaign, and jokes about the first time you drank together, all of which his hand gestures become more and more animated. A trait about him that has always spawned a warmth in your heart at his level of passion. After another shot together, this one very much a single, a group of out of place and awkward looking freshman walk up next to Eddie, nerves visible on their faces. “Hey Eddie!” One of the spurts out a little too over animatedly, his braces flashing. Eddie glances back at them with a blank expression on his face and raises his brows, expectedly. “Shit…sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation with you girlfriend. I’m Ryan and this is Trevor and Kirk. We uhh…” the freshman flushes, gesturing to his even more anxious looking friends for support. “We were wondering if we could buy some uh weed? Just like a joint or something???”

Eddie stands up, dropping his hands onto his thighs, now towering over the terrified freshman. “So. You interrupted a conversation with my lovely girlfriend here, so you can buy a single joint?” He asks flatly, gesturing to you. “I must say boys, cutting my conversion short will result in an upcharge.” Eddie eggs on, resulting in the freshman to glance nervously at each other, the one in the front nodding and trying to show his bravery. “Yeah sure man, thats cool.” He stutters out pulling out a crumpled wad of cash from his pant pocket. Eddie glances to you with a twinkle in his eye resulting in a giggle from you and stares back at the boys, intimidating presence back once again. “10$” Eddie spits out. The freshman counts the wad of pills and hands him the money in return for the single joint from within the lunchbox. “Pleasure doin business with ya.” Eddie chuckles, setting the boys at ease as they walk out of the kitchen, marveling at the upcharged joint in hand.

“Wow. Using me as a way to get more money. Tsk tsk Munson. I expected better” you chuckle when his big grin greets you. “Thank you m’lady.” He says bowing dramatically towards you and grabbing his open can of beer from the counter top. “Oh!” He says, eyes lighting up in mischievous excitement. “Since we’re here at Harrington’s, do you wanna do a little mission with me?” His question takes you aback a bit but the fun of whatever he has planned reels you in quickly. “Of course I would.” You answer and Eddie takes your hand and leads you to the staircase by the front door. Beer in hand and Eddie’s ring clad fingers in the other, you blissfully walk up the stairs, nerves starting to bubble deep within your stomach at the sensation of his hand in yours. Once upstairs, Eddie lets go and starts opening bedroom doors glancing around for something. “Shit I know you’re hiding here somewhere.” He says and keeps pulling open doors, the last one being very obviously Steve’s bedroom. “A-hah!” Eddie grins excitedly and gestures for you to follow him into Steve’s room. “What are we doing here?” “Well Y/N. Since we’re here, I have always been curious on the amount of hair product The King of Hawkins high plasters to his hair. So our mission is to find out” Eddie tells you, taking another swig of beer, and walking towards what appears to be a bathroom within his room. You laugh and skip over to him and take in the sheer amount of hair products lining Steve’s bathroom counter. Sprays, gels, and a hairbrush you’re sure you own yourself all sit messily on display. Eddie laughs loudly and picks up a can.

“Farrah Fawcett spray?? What the hell Harrington” he says showing you the can and cackling. You burst out into giggles and snatch the spray from him and take in the sight. Jesus. He’s right. Both you and Eddie laugh together until you’re both red in the face walking out of the bathroom. He sits down on the floor, leaning against Steve’s bed still giggling like a child while taking a hearty drink of beer. You plop down beside him. “Now we know the King’s secret, I’m not sure what to do with this information.” You tell Eddie with a smile as he hands you his beer. You take a swig of the lukewarm liquid and relax against the side of the bed. His shoulder brushing against yours. “So quick question.” Eddie blurts out. You raise your eyebrows and take another sip as he continues. “What bet was Robin talking about earlier?”

Oh shit. The question stops you in your tracks with the beer can resting on your lips. Heat rushes up your cheeks as you know the truth is about to flood out of you like a damn breaking. Potentially destroying your blissful friendship with one of your best friends in its wake. Fuck me. Now or never. You think and hope Robin will be able to help pick up the broken pieces once you tell him. “Well…” you start, hands growing increasingly clammy. “We made a bet…that tonight we would tell both of our crushes we like them.” Eddie now seems to be the one stopped in his tracks. His face grows more serious and his dark brown eyes flit across the room, avoiding yours. “So…who’s the lucky guy? Have you told him yet?” He asks, a strange darkening in his voice. Shit. Shit. Shit. Word vomit coming full speed ahead. You swallow and continue. No going back now. “I am currently in the process of doing so at this very moment.” Eddie snaps his head towards you, but you’re unable to look him in the eyes. Not yet. Shame already piling onto your face and eating at your conviction from earlier in the night. He gently grabs the beer from your hand and takes a drink, still stunned speechless. Nice one. I knew this would fucking happen. He can’t even say anything to you. The embarrassment and regret is building too fast now and you feel tears start to build behind your eyelashes, causing you to bolt up. Not wanting him to see you like this over him.

“Shit sorry. I uh…made it weird didn’t I? Look let's pretend I never said that and get back to the party….and the drinks.” You sputter out and make a beeline for the bedroom door. Eddie swiftly stands up and grabs your hand before you can twist the door knob. “No. Shit. Sorry that uh..just kinda took me by surprise is all.” He pauses before continuing. “You…like me?” This time you turn around and actually look at him and are shocked to see a small smile pulling at his lips. Is he making fun of you? Anger starts to build on top of your growing embarrassment and suddenly your confidence is back and furious. “Yes Eddie! I always have! I know it’s ridiculous so please stop smiling at me like that! I never should have said anything. This is stupid!” He grabs your other hand and pulls you towards him. The movement takes you by surprise as you are hit with the closeness of his chest. His smell. His smile. “Y/N…I have been waiting to hear those words leave your mouth since we met.” Eddie says, grin growing and dimples popping out.

Oh. Oh? OH! Fucking what??? That took a turn you were not expecting and didn’t even let the possibility enter your mind. “Wait…” you say, all harshness leaving your voice and cautious nervousness replacing it. “You…feel the same?” You ask shakily, looking up into his eyes, hazy from the weed and pupils blown at the sight of you. “Always have sweetheart.” Eddie replies and brushes a curl from out of your eyes with the tips of his fingers. “Well why didn’t you say anything?” “Same reason I’m guessing why you never did.” He tells you, hands moving from your hands to your forearms, biceps, shoulders then to cup your face. Chills sweep your body and a shiver runs down your spine at his touch. This new kind of touch. Your chest swells and the urge to kiss him is so adamant in your mind, as aggressive as the need to breath. Your faces are only inches away from each other and you can feel his breathe on your cheeks. You can’t take it anymore.

Years of dreaming of this, doodling and writing about it in your journal, pining over him to Robin all collide in one moment as you push your lips to meet his, closing the distance between you two. His soft lips meet yours impatiently and you can tell he’s been thinking about this as well. You draw your hands up to his head and brush your fingers through his hair down to the nape of his neck. Goosebumps arise on his skin at your touch, and a warmth flows between your legs at the sensation. The kiss deepens and all you can think, feel and smell is Eddie. Your torsos clash against each other as you both pull in closer. He walks backwards with you still hooked to him and you land clumsily on the bed together. Eddie climbs on top of you and you grab him down closer, never breaking from his mouth. Have his shoulders always been this broad? Hooking your legs to his waist, you feel him hard against your inner thigh. Fuck. Did you need him right now. He grinds down on top of your center and moans against your mouth. The sound sends more shivers down your body and gather in between your legs. His hands slide down your side and hold hold your chest against his. A soft moan escapes your lips but you’re too heated and excited to leave any room for embarrassment. The sound causes Eddie’s hips to buck towards you as he grinds deeper into you.

he's accepted that.

then he sees steve letting four kids use the backdoor for staff only several times in one month.

and eddie is smitten.

then he sees steve give free ice cream to two kids discreetly, one with long red hair and one with short brown hair. eddie realizes that steve only gives the two girls free ice cream and not the three kids.

and eddie is sighing dreamily.

then he sees steve jumping and smiling and laughing while greeting a kid. was that them play fighting with an imaginary lightsaber??

oh eddie is so fucked.

this steve is so different from the king steve that reigned in hawkins high years before. and eddie is mesmerized by it.

king steve that was a douchebag?? is now soft and careful with kids??? apparently he also gives free ice cream to kids??? he also knows starwars and play fights with an imaginary lightsaber with a kid???

oh, this is bad for one eddie munson. his heart has already fallen in a freefall. just observing and looking at steve who is so smiley and awkward and caring is enough to make his day but not quite enough to calm his heart that wants to be the reason for those smiles, the subject of those awkward flirting and be the one to provide care and love.

You get up to go make popcorn in the kitchen while the movie’s still playing? This man is narrating everything in a yell to you from the living room. “Babe! Holy shit the killer is her boyfriend. It’s her fucking boyfriend!”

You both lay out on a blanket sharing a joint and gazing up at the stars? He’s lifting his hands up and pointing out the funny little lines in his palms that he’s noticing for the first time. He’s rambling about the shapes he sees in the constellations above. He’s waxing poetic about how it feels like time is stopping. You suggest that maybe it’s the weed. He shakes his head and moves to nuzzle into you. “No I think it’s just you.”

Some guy: Hi.

Quick little sketch of Eddie’s hand. Sigh.

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