Hi I hope this finds you well. I wanted to request a simple cutesy eddie x reader, where the reader falls off their bike on the way to eddie's place and he comforts them.
nono i why did i just see this i love omg
PAIRING: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Mentions of blood and falling, fluff, strong language, bullying, kissing, mentions of sex, soft/sweet Eddie because i live for fluff, and slightly cringeworthy parts <3
SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, Eddie, is your comfort person. He is your rock. After a horrible day, you bike over to his house and fall off of your bike, and he bandages you up. Requested! (but i kinda got crazy.)
OTHERS: Please leave requests! im currently in the Stranger Things fandom because i get extremely hyperfixiated on fandoms and characters and get over it like four months later lol
YOUR BOYFRIEND WAS BY FAR YOUR FAVORITE PERSON. You always felt the safest and happiest in his presence, so after an extremely long day, the only person you really wanted to see was him.
You grab the phone from the receiver on the wall, and dial Eddie's number, which you knew by heart at this point. He always picks up after the first two rings, seen as there was really only one person who normally calls him: you. Once it got to the third ring, you started to panic, but he picked up right after the fourth.
"Hello?" He said, voice groggy inevitably from sleep. "Hi, Eddie," You say, smiling into the phone, "Is it okay if I come over?" You say into the beige phone. "Mhm, yep," He says in his sleep coated voice, trying to process what you said, "Is everything okay, baby?" He says, concern potent in his voice. "m' okay, I'll be there in a bit." You say, but there was something unconvincing in your tone that confused him.
You hastily grabbed your Walkman, earbuds, 'Heart of Glass' by Blondie cassette, threw on your favorite pair of Converse, and hopped on your bike and began pedaling as fast as you can.
The two wheels tossed all of the little pebbles it went over behind them, and you tried to hold it all together. You didn't want to burden Eddie with your problems. As you rode the same few moments played over and over in the back of your mind.
"Freak!" Two girls said, throwing yogurt at you as they walked by. As private as you kept your relationship with Eddie, it was a surprise that so many people knew. You used to be somewhat popular before rumor got out that the two of you were dating, and then you were pushed to the bottom. You never truly cared though; you were happy that you were out of the 'Popular' scene. Even though you were happy with Eddie, that didn't mean you were happy with being bullied because of your relationship. You normally wouldn't care about the comment, but the fact that the two girls threw yogurt on your favorite blouse pissed you off.
"Oh my god, go hangout in celibacy club with your boyfriends that your best friend has probably already fucked," you said, flipping them off. The one day that Eddie wasn't here is the one day you needed him most.
Afterwards, you decided to go to the bathroom to attempt to get the yogurt stains off of your blouse, but the two girls followed you; you're really starting to regret what you said back there.
One of the girls grunted while you watched them walk up behind you in the bathroom mirror, and one of them grabbed the end of your hair and yanked it, pulling you to the floor. "Know your place, filth." The other girl said, as they walked out of the bathroom.
You get so caught up with replaying the events, that you don't even notice that his house is a single house ahead, so you attempt to make the bike stop by making a sharp turn, but it ends up making a loud screech as it scrapes the gravel in front of his trailer. The entire left side of your body scraped against the warm gravel, and your bike fell on top of your legs, causing you to let out an agitated groan. Eddie walks out of the trailer, looking for the commotion, then looks down to see you push the bike off of you.
"(Y/N)?" Eddie calls from a few feet behind you. You let out a sound of confirmation and hear his shuffling feet approach you. "Hey, baby, are you okay?" He asked, pushing the bike further away and helping you up. He attempts to give you a reassuring smile, but you can see the worry in his eyes as they divert down to your leg which had maybe three cuts total. He puts an arm between the crook of your legs and through the space between your arm and your body, to carry you bridal style.
"No, Eddie, 'm okay," You object, voice cracking and not wanting to make him feel obliged to carrying you. "Baby, it's okay." He says, carrying you with ease. You continue to argue with him about how he doesn't have to carry you as he brings you past the living room where his uncle is sitting on his off day. "Hi, (Y/N)." Wayne smiles. He absolutely loves you and how happy you make Eddie. "Hi Mr.-" You begin to say, but then he raises his eyebrows in rebuttal, "Hi Wayne." You correct yourself. He had told you when you first secretly became friends with Eddie in primary school that calling him 'Mr. Munson,' made him feel old.
Eddie walks into his room and sets you down on his bed, not caring about the mess of blood on his sheets. He runs into the bathroom to grab hydrogen peroxide, alcohol, Q-Tips, tissue, Band-Aids, and gauze. The only way he knew how to clean wounds was from the countless times you had cleaned up his wounds from fights. "Baby you don't have to-" You begin to say, but Eddie cuts you off, "Baby, we're way past being polite to one another, okay? Remember last Wednesday?" He smirks, placing both of your legs over his lap and grabbing your hand as he presses the hydrogen peroxide-soaked Q-tip to a scrape on your leg. You seethe, and clench the hand that Eddie wasn't holding so hard that you created little crescent shaped marks in your palm.
Eddie notices and rolls his eyes. "My hand is there for a reason, (Y/N)." He says, making you turn red. "I don't want to hurt you." You say with a slight pout on your face, "You won't." He says, trying to hide his smile that generated from your concern. He tried a different cut which was on your thigh and hurt really bad, causing you to squeeze his hand as hard as you can. He didn't show any sign of pain.
After he gets the final cut, he moves your legs so that they're on either side of him and pulls you onto his lap.
"Hi." He said, moving to kiss the crook of your neck. "Hi," You smile, tilting your head so he has more room. "Are you okay?" He asks, regarding how upset you sounded an hour prior. "m' fine, there's just been some jerks at school recently and they really pissed me off today. But I'm amazing now." You say, smiling at him, and he pulls his head away from your neck. "Awe, I'm sorry about earlier, baby," He frowns. "Don't be," you smile. "Oh, I have something for you!" He says, excitedly. "Awe, Eddie, you don't need to buy me things." You smile, looking into his dark brown eyes.
He walks over to his dresser and pulls out a well-wrapped present.
"Who wrapped that?" You tease, "Me actually," He smiles, holding it out to you. You open up the packaging, and it reveals a hardcover copy of S.E. Hinton's novel, "The Outsiders," Which causes you to gasp. "Eddie!" You practically scream. "This is my favorite book! How did you know?" You ask, on the verge of tears. "You talk about it all the time, (Y/N)." He says, with a relieved smile on his face. He was scared you weren't going to like it, even though it was your favorite novel.
"Oh my god, I love you so much, Edward." You say, putting the book down to walk over to him. "I love you more, (Y/N)." He says, engulfing you in a hug.
After the two of you pull away, you wrap your arms around his neck and begin playing with his hair. He wraps one of his arms around your waist, and gently uses his index finger and thumb to tilt up your mouth. He fills the space between both of your bodies and kisses you slowly. Hungrier than how he usually kisses you, his tounge asking for access, and your mouth granting his request by slightly parting your lips. His tounge grazes your teeth before crashing into yours, you letting out soft moans as you gasp for air. You two jump at the sound of the door opening. Shit.
His uncle walks into the room and the both of you turn to face him and his wide eyes. He mumbles a sorry, and after he leaves, the two of you break out into a fit of laughter.
And just like that, you're fixed.
(A/N): Oh wow! i think this is my fourth fanfic that i have posted here. very proud of myself. i feel like i kinda went a little off topic which is why i rewrote this SO many times, but im a sucker for like being comforted. please leave more requests!! im also willing to write nsfw content now (wink wink) im excited for the requests surrounding that, and i really want to do more song fics (i wanna do like an "august" by taylor swift one, and i have a few other ideas.) and this isnt my best work, but im overall proud. i feel like my favorite piece that i have done was probably the way i loved you, or right behind you (right behind you is my og so that might be why.) anyway, i wrote this in ONE. DAY. hell, i think i wrote this in five hours. yeah. im getting better, guys. im also probably going to start posting on ao3 and will make an announcement when isa helps me with that ! anyway, have a lovely day or night!!
