I Can Fix That
hi! so this is the first of those old WIPs i said i'd post. (pretty sure i wrote it in 2023.) if you enjoy it, please let me know with a like, reblog, or comment so i know whether or not to continue!
pairing: eddie munson x reader
word count: 2.2k
summary: you were perfect back in high school. head cheerleader, exemplary student, and the apple of your parents' eye. there was no reason to believe life would be anything but beautiful, especially once you got married to someone well-respected in town. but life has a funny way of kicking you when you're down - thankfully, your handyman is here to fix your broken heart.
CW: domestic violence, cop mention, blood, loveless marriage, violence, abuse (not from eddie, though! don't worry, i wouldn't do our man like that.) slight use of "y/n"
You had always gone down the path that your parents wanted. In high school, you were a clean-cut, All-American girl who never swore, drank, or missed a church service – and you were Hawkins High cheer captain of ‘85, to boot. There was nothing you could have done to make them any happier… aside from accepting the marriage proposal from your long-time boyfriend and star quarterback, Jamie Dennison. Though it turned your stomach, you let him slip that gaudy ring onto your finger. What else were you going to do with your life?
Dressed in white and swallowed by yards of taffeta and lace, you made your way down the aisle in a nervous haze. Most of the ceremony was a blur, but you were looking forward to the wedding night. You’d imagined candles, rose petals, silk sheets – the whole fantasy. The reality was devastating. He came back to the hotel room wasted, climbed on top, and finished in five minutes. He didn’t even stay awake long enough to talk about the day that was meant to be the happiest of your lives, and he didn’t compliment you on the lingerie you had so painstakingly picked out for this. You cried yourself to sleep that night.
Two years later, Jamie was a cop… and a real bastard when he was drunk. You were a bored housewife who, despite how much you wanted them, had no children to speak of. In retrospect, you were grateful for that. Protecting them would’ve been impossible. All you felt was fear and loneliness – you longed for that numbness that used to shield you from the worst of it.
The only bright spot in your life was seeing Eddie, the handyman, walk through the door. He was always so warm and cheerful; he was nothing like you expected. Back in school, he had scared you with his loud antics and “Satanic” club. But now, as a grown woman… you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and how easily he could make you blush, how he made you smile when no one else could. It was getting more difficult to push those feelings away each time.
“Mrs. Dennison, you look ravishing today,” he’d say in his warm, raspy voice. Eddie always greeted you with some variation of a compliment. You weren’t used to that.
Oftentimes you’d just watch him work, noticing the surprising deftness in his large calloused fingers. The longer you stared, the more you imagined him using those hands on you and what they’d feel like on your face, your neck, your thighs. It felt so dirty and perverted to sit there slavering over him while he was none the wiser, but you couldn’t help it. Eddie had plenty to work on, given everything Jamie would damage in his fits of rage, so you slowly got more comfortable in his presence. The two of you would talk about everything and nothing at the same time. You’d started baking him goodies during those visits. You always made another for Jamie so he wouldn’t question the delicious smells that lingered. Sometimes you fantasized about what life could be if it were Eddie coming home to you every night instead of your monster of a husband. Baking, cooking, and cleaning for him instead. Having his children. It sounded so wonderful. You were sure he’d be much more appreciative of your hard work. But that was all you had – fantasies. Eddie was a perfect gentleman, never crossing the boundaries of a married woman. Until…
It had been a particularly bad night. You could cover the bruises with makeup and wear a long-sleeved dress, but your swollen lip and the holes in the drywall betrayed the whole ugly thing for what it was. You kept your head low as you answered the door.
“Mrs. Dennison! You look beautiful…” Eddie’s smile disappeared, and his brow furrowed with concern, “...today. Are you okay?” You shamefully lifted your face, and he gasped. He reached up as if to touch it, but when you flinched, he let his hand fall limply back to his side.
“Oh, this?” you said, putting on a fake smile. “It’s nothing, I just fell yesterday.” You were holding it together until you felt the cut reopen, blood oozing down your lip. Your chin began to tremble and your eyes stung. Eddie looked around at the disaster from last night and then back at your battered face.
“You don’t have to lie to me,” he whispered hoarsely. His face had clouded over and you could see him trying to choke down his anger. You shrank back, an instinctive reaction. Eddie noticed and softened his features. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Dennison, I just –” he began.
“Please, just call me (y/n),” you whispered, on the verge of tears.
“Sorry, (y/n), I just… I hate the way he treats you. I knew. The holes, the doors torn off the hinges, all of it painted a pretty gruesome picture. I didn’t want to pry, but in the end, I was just a coward again.” He genuinely seemed ashamed. You were going to tell him that it was okay, that you never once blamed him, that you would’ve lied anyway… but something caught your attention.
“Again?” you asked, not daring to jump to conclusions. There was a tense moment of silence before Eddie responded.
“I, uh… you know, I was ‘the freak’ in high school. You were the brainiac cheerleader dating the ultimate jock. You were – and are – way out of my league, sweetheart.” He let out a nervous laugh and searched your face for signs of disgust or abject horror. When he found none, he continued. “I’ve always liked you. You were the only one of them who didn’t treat me like shit. You never went out of your way to hurt me and my friends, even though it would’ve been so easy to get away with anything you wanted, being so,” his breath hitched, “gorgeous.” With that word, he finally looked into your wide eyes. “You know you can tell me to fuck off if you want. I’ll understand.”
The tears you had so desperately tried to hold back spilled over your cheeks; you didn’t bother wiping them away. It was Eddie’s turn to shrink away, misinterpreting your tears.
“Shit, I’m – I’m so sorry Mrs. Dennison… I’ll go,” he said, turning for the door. Your heart was pounding, but this was no time to be a coward. You grabbed him gently by the arm and urged him to face you.
“I told you,” you said, voice trembling, “call me (y/n).” Before either of you had time to process, you closed the distance between your bodies and kissed him deeply, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders. He felt like a stone at first – tense and unmoving. But when you pulled him tighter, he melted into the embrace. Still, it felt like he pulled away too soon.
“Listen,” he said softly, taking your face in his warm, rough hands, “your lip is bleeding and you’re very vulnerable right now. As much as I want you, and trust me, I do – I don’t want to hurt you or make you regret anything.” His beautiful brown eyes fluttered closed. “Tell me what to do here, because I feel like a total dirtbag.” His gentle consideration for your feelings only strengthened your resolve.
“Eddie Munson, I want you to take me to bed.” Those doe eyes snapped back open. He was breathing heavy, shaky breaths as you took his hand in your own.
“And you’re sure?” His voice was strained.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” For the first time, you meant it.
Eddie carried you down the hall to your bedroom in his strong, capable arms. His lips were soft on yours, mindful of your injury, but you didn’t even feel it anymore. All you could focus on was a yearning and a hunger you had never experienced before. Every nerve ending was like a live wire, and you wanted to be consumed by the electricity. You had forgotten about the bruises until your dress dropped to the floor and he let out an angry huff like he had been punched in the gut. He sensed your discomfort and corrected himself again.
“I’m sorry, baby, I just…” his eyes were shining a little now (tears?), “...tell me if I hurt you and I’ll stop, okay?” You nodded in response, and he returned his attention to the task at hand. You were set down on the edge of the bed; Eddie sank to his knees in front of you. As he lifted your legs over his shoulders, you couldn’t help but giggle. You felt giddy and also very confused. Sex had never gone this way with Jamie; you had no idea what he was going to do next.
“What is it, beautiful?” he asked, a lopsided grin on his handsome face.
“I just,” you began, suddenly feeling embarrassed, “no one has ever…” You vaguely gestured at the position he had you in.
“...Put in the effort?” he finished, and you nodded again, cheeks turning bright pink. “Well,” Eddie said, caressing your legs, “you’ll never have to worry about that with me. I’m a handyman, that’s what I do.” You both laughed at his little joke; it put you at ease once again.
He wasted no time turning you into a pathetic creature of need. It started with gentle kisses up your legs and then nips and licks to your thighs and the backs of your knees. Every gasp and moan you made elicited an appreciative grunt or groan from Eddie. He was getting off on making you feel good, and that only made you wetter. Your little cotton panties were soaked by the time he was ready to take them off. He actually whimpered at the sight.
“Jesus Christ, honey, you really haven’t been treated right, have you? So wet you’re dripping, and we’ve barely warmed up.” What was he talking about? What else was there to do but… it? You didn’t have time to ask before Eddie pressed his face into your heat, licking broad stripes up your folds. It felt like being struck by lightning, but instead of pain came pleasure so intense you felt lightheaded. Your cries grew louder when he focused on that spot Jamie only ever hit accidentally. The vibrations of his moans racheted up the sensations until you were sobbing his name. When he plunged his fingers into you, it was almost too much. Eddie had mercy and lifted his head, pausing the assault on your clit. Through the haze of ecstasy, you heard his voice.
“Need you to do something for me, sweetheart. Think you can do it?” You nodded, desperate to do whatever would keep this going. “Can you look at me? Right into my eyes, that’s it. Just keep those pretty eyes on mine, ‘kay?” Those eyes were intense and full of an emotion you dared to hope might be love. His fingers hit a spot inside that sent you careening to an unseen edge. His thumb was rubbing circles on your clit, and you felt tears falling as screams ripped out of your chest.
“Eddie, oh god, oh FUCK –”
“That’s it, sweetheart, let it go,” he cooed, his gaze unflinching. Something in your core snapped, and the world went white. Waves of warmth and pleasure washed over your body; it almost felt like you were floating.
You fell back limply onto the mattress, exhausted and in awe. You never had an orgasm before. Your friends talked about their experiences, sure…but you thought they had been exaggerating. How naive you had been.
Eddie was still fully clothed. As he stood, you could see the bulge straining against his pants. That hunger came roaring back, and you wanted to make him feel as good as he had just made you feel. Confidence surged through your body as you grabbed hold of his belt loops and pulled him down onto the bed. He laughed and made sure to break his fall and hover just above you, long hair falling and tickling your nose.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, drinking in the sight of you sprawled beneath him. You had a swollen lip, bruises all over, and a healing black eye so you definitely didn’t feel like it, but you believed he was being sincere. He smoothed back your messy hair with one big hand and kissed your forehead.
“You wanna keep going, or is this enough? I can understand if you feel a little overwhelmed and want to stop,” Eddie said softly. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do, okay?”
“Eddie, I won't break.” You smiled, emphasizing what you’d endured. “I do appreciate your concern, but I want you. I need you… And I’m not scared anymore. You’ve made me brave.”
His gaze was intense as he spoke.
“I’ve needed you for such a long time, honey… and as far as I’m concerned, we’ve got all the time in the world now. I’m yours as long as you’ll have me.” That lopsided grin came back and revealed his dimple. Love welled up in your heart, threatening to make you cry again. You weren’t going to ruin the moment by being too sappy, though.
“I think I’ll have you now if you don’t mind, Mr. Munson.”
You had never seen anyone undress so fast in your life.
