SO GOOD! Thank You For Doing This Request Irma- I Knew You Would Be The Best Person To Send This To!

SO GOOD! thank you for doing this request Irma- I knew you would be the best person to send this to! We all need eddie fluff! 

I am so jealous of all this knowledge you have. First 80s metal/music/culture and now art? So not fair. There was some artist that I haven't heard or seen before like Remedios Varo (I love Mexican artists)! - I love that owl painting. I will be looking deeper into her work because holy shit amazing. 

I just wanna come lay in your eddie section of your brain it looks so fun and comforting. I died laughing at "that one looks like my lunch" stoppp he would totally do this!! or "that's you and me" 🥺🥺 ok cute. Do you know what I would trade to see his doodles and art??  Also i love the hc that eddie is really knowledge bc he's smart! He just has to care about it for him to learn/remember it! I wanna eddie art date now please thank you 🥰🥰

Sooo are we headcanoning (Is that a word?) that eddie loves art?? Does that mean art museum dates??

EM, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS! I had been struggling all day to write a fic to cope but I was too sad and this brightened my mood immensely. This is a scenario didn't know I needed in my life but NOW I can't stop thinking about it. And as an artist myself, you bet I got a little too excited, I had way too much fun putting this together. Prepare for a long ass post with references and everything!

ARTWORK HE LIKES

His favorite artistic discipline would be painting and printing (he likes the graphic look of woodcuts and silk screen prints). 

It’s canon that he has a print of ‘The Scream’ by Edvard Munch in his room from that scene in ep 8 where he goes 'THIS IS MUSIC!' , So definitely he might be his favorite and it makes so much sense because his artwork is super dark but also whimsical in a way. Edvard Munch's work is also inspired by his own depression and anxiety so I feel like Eddie finds reassurance in representing/expressing your feelings through art, be it visual art os music (in his case).

I feel like his favorite artistic movement may be the German Expressionism from the early 20th Century. He relates to them because the artists of that movement were basically prosecuted for representing society in the inter-war period so crudely, so he admires that. His favorite collective is Die Brücke.

But I definitely see him as a fan of Surrealism as well because of how many rock album artwork is based on that, primarily Pink Floyd’s albums. 

He’d be a MEGA FAN of Mexican artist Remedios Varo because of her mystical paintings; her work is heavily based in tarot and magic. Bonus point that he thinks it's very metal for a woman to paint in a male dominated scene.

He also likes these two paintings by Francisco Goya. The one of the right is titled 'Witches' Sabbath' so... it's a no brainer why he digs it lol!

And likes Francis Bacon too because he says his artork is 'so metal'

Now, that boy has spent most of his life listening to records while starring transfixed at the album covers, and Eddie would definitely be the kind of hardcore fan that knows all the little details about the production, down to the artist that designed the cover. So he’s a fan of the company Hipgnosis – who’ve designed the covers of a number of bands! Mainly Pink Floyd. Although their work leans more towards photography. 

Not by Hipgnosis, but his favorite Sabbath covers are these:

Also I feel like Eddie definitely likes to draw, is the kind of guy that has doodles all over his notebook but he also has super detailed portraits and designs for his D&D characters and the potential artwork for Corroded Coffin’s logo and future album covers and I bet he designs their merch too. 

MUSEUM DATES

I really don’t think there are art museums or galleries in Hawkins, so if you were going to a museum date I think they’d be out of town. 

But as much as he loves art, I don’t think you’d go on a road trip specifically to go to a museum; I headcanon that his income comes from his drug deals but also working shifts at Thatcher Tire, mostly during the weekend, so you don’t have the necessary free time or means to take road trips frequently. 

BUT, if there’s a concert in a nearby city that you guys really want to see, you make the trip worth it and make it a whole weekend affair. 

You ditch school that Friday and hop on his van really early in the morning, all packed for the weekend, stocked up on snacks and with a fresh film roll on your camera, arriving just in time for the big show late at night. 

I’m not from the U.S. so idk what else is near fictional Hawkins but from looking at the Indiana Map (and what I recall from my experience looking up band tour dates lol) I feel like the places you’d drive to for a concert would be either Chicago or Indianapolis. 

Saturday is when you go sight-seeing around the city and the first stop is always the art museum! 

You’d go to The Art Institute of Chicago or The Indianapolis Museum of Art 

HAND IN HAND THE ENTIRE TIME

Obviously he’s excited to see the collections but is also excited to see whatever contemporary show they’ve curated each time. 

Loves taking notes about the contemporary artists he sees (in his mind he’s building up a list of references for when Corroded Coffin is famous and they need a pro to design their album covers, because while he is good and has good ideas for them, he dreams of collaborating with a professional artist and supporting them as well!) 

We know is a jittery ball and can’t ever be still for a minute so he’s the kind of guy to admire the works kinda quickly – he scans them over and if an artwork doesn’t capture him he moves on to the next in a flash.

But the ones that do catch his attention have him all transfixed – if he has to sit down to admire them he will, and he’ll comment on each little detail that makes it interesting. 

But what he loves the most is making fun of the work! Not in a mean way at all, but he just loves to make it a fun experience. Despises the kind of bougie, condescending douches that like to feel all intellectual and superior when talking about a work a pompous manner 

'Nah man, art is fun' art is meant for you to enjoy it, so you make fun of all portraits and does the voices of each character in a painting  

“She looks like she needs to loosen up that corset,” “that one looks like my lunch after that one night I got drunk by myself and threw up on Wayne’s couch,”  

He also points to the abstract or goofy looking characters in the paintings and goes, “that’s you”, “that’s me”, “that’s how we look like after when we get shitfaced together” 

You’re laughing so hard that the guards are constantly shushing you all throughout and you get mean stares from the people, but you couldn’t care less 

He definitely keeps the brochures of the exhibitions 

And he’s super knowledgeable about art techniques in general, he goes, “oh these are acrylics,” , “this is from Picasso’s blue period”, “this was shot with kodachrome print,” etc etc etc. But he’s not condescending about it in the least and you’re always amazed by how intelligent and knowledgeable Eddie is, no matter how badly he does in school. He’s an actual walking Encyclopedia but everyone underestimates him. 

ALSO PDA TO THE MAX. He constantly has an arm around you, hand inside your jean pocket, kissing in between each artwork that you see, and just random kisses on your temple/head as you walk by each gallery. 

Loves photo-ops and is extremely excited when there’s an interactive exhibit!

If the menu isn’t expensive, you grab lunch in the museum’s cafeteria where you further discuss everything you saw. He loves hearing your opinion about the artwork and is specially keen on knowing what was your favorite 

Because he gets it in a postcard at the Museum’s souvenir shop. He always gets you either a postcard or a tote bag. 

You get him a poster for his room, pins, or a mug (to add to his and Wayne’s neverending mug collection that lines up the walls of their trailer). 

And last but not least, you take pictures of each other all throughout! You get someone to take a picture of the both of you in front of a painting, or you take pictures of each other admiring the artworks, as well as pictures outside the museum gates. 

On sunday you return to Hawkins, but now you have all so much to talk about on your way back, from the concert to the things you learned about in the museum

heart's day

Eddie Munson x fem! Reader

Summary: your closed heart and wandering eyes leave you completely oblivious to the true feelings of your best friend.

A/N: loosely based off of the song 'people watching' by conan gray and of course, 'love of my life' by queen. enjoy!

warnings: none, besides mentions of fear of intimacy and heartbreak. a little angst, but fluff, fluff, fluff!

february 14, 1986.

the day everyone dreamed and dreaded. the student government had decided to dress the halls with paper hearts and various baby cupids. they had even put up a small station where they sold chocolates and roses so you could send them to someone along with a heartfelt note.

your eyes caught sight of the many students lined up, a few cheerleaders giggled with one another while guys muttered to their friends as they helped them word out their confessions on a slip of pink paper.

you remember what it was like when you all were in middle school, passing out Valentine’s Day cards you had made in class, as you chatted with your friends you couldn’t help but notice the boy who sat at the back of the class, desk devoid of any cards, and despite his carefree disposition, you could still feel the downcast in his eyes as he watched other kids get their own cards. not being one to be a bystander to someone’s troubles, you reached into your bag to fetch a pink piece of card stock you were saving to give to your then crush, but that didn’t matter now. swiftly, you had managed to cut it into a heart and write a sweet message before standing up and walking towards him. you had smiled at him, one of the most genuine smiles he had ever seen, and that was the start of your friendship with Eddie Munson.

the two of you were like two peas in a pod, practically attached at the hip, inseparable throughout the rest of your middle school days. then, high school came, and you were swept away by the more upbeat, bubbly crowd of cheerleaders and boisterous band kids Eddie knew you were better suited for, while he stayed more on the sidelines. even so, he was still very much a part of your life. whenever you needed comfort or to take a moment to break away from the expectations your newfound popularity pressured you into, you always made your way back to him.

“Helloooo, earth to (y/n)!” a voice came, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh I’m sorry, what were you saying, Robin?”

Robin rolls her eyes at you, as a joke, of course. you and Robin had grown closer throughout your time in band, sharing secrets, passing notes and snarky little jokes as you both pretended to listen in class.

“I was thinking.. maybe I should give someone a little something this Valentine’s Day? Or would that be weird and completely ruin whatever chance I have of a friendship with—“ she started to ramble, words running out her mouth a mile a minute before you put a hand in her shoulder, shushing her.

“You’ll be fine, Buckley. We treat each other to milkshakes at that diner every Valentine’s Day anyway, so it’s not like it’s super out of the blue for you to give her something, if you don’t want things to get weird then don’t make it weird.” you chuckle as you passed by the object of Robin’s affections: Vicki. Robin waved her hand to say hello, to which Vicki smiled at, beckoning her over.

Robin looked at you. “Is it okay if I—?”

you shake your head, a wide smile on your face as well as a knowing look in your eyes.

“Have fun, Robin.” is all you say before turning around and headed to class.

as you took your seat, you couldn’t help but notice the students who came in, girls with entire bouquets of roses and assorted flowers in their hands, each one more extravagant than the last, boys handing over heart shaped chocolate boxes to the girls they liked, while some of the students on the committee that involved the anonymous letter confessions wove in and out of the classroom with their deliveries.

once class was over, you headed to the lunch table you usually sat at, finding Robin and Vicki in rapid, excited conversation. sitting down, your gaze flitted across the room, watching and listening to the conversations around you.

“So did it hurt?” a boy asked, the question obviously leading to the cheesiest pick up line in the world, but the girl he was talking to only twirled a piece of her hair around her finger, all flirty.

“What do you mean?”

“When you fell from heaven, because wow are you an angel.” he says as she bursts out laughing, nudging his arm before giving him a peck on the lips. it really wasn’t funny, but she burst out in laughter because she liked him enough to think all his jokes were funny.

another girl a few tables from you gushed to her friends about how long she and her now long distance boyfriend had been together. “Almost 49 months, guys! And look: he even sent me something all the way from New York!” she squealed along with her friends.

a boy and a girl walked past you, the girl rolled her eyes at him as he teased her about how she acted when she first met his parents during winter break at Christmas dinner. despite the look of annoyance in her face, you noticed the affection in her eyes as he laughed, the two were still holding hands.

you watched as Jason, golden boy of the the school, gifted his girlfriend, Chrissy, a ring. a promise ring, engraved with the date they first went out together. the entire basketball teased him, as well as Chrissy’s cheerleading friends, asking them when the wedding was going to be or how many kids they’d have.

Chrissy shakes her head, smiling as she admired the ring. “We’re not engaged!” she laughed.

finally, you pulled your eyes away from the various happenings that surrounded you and focused your attention back to the table.

you saw the way Robin looked at her, with utmost, unconditional care and affection, you wondered how dense Vicki could be. they were talking about the class they just had.

“Yeah, that’s why I like you so much, you’re so much smarter than me.” she laughs, before clearing her throat, realizing what she had just said.

but Vicki only laughed at the compliment, shaking her head. “No, not really..” she rubbed her neck bashfully.

you could only watch them, reminded of the countless stories that Robin had told you about the two, how one time she had a sleepover at Vicki’s house, talking about their hopes and dreams until four in the morning.

you smiled, genuinely happy for them. but you couldn’t help but feel an ache in your heart as you saw everyone falling in love.

everyone except you.

sure, there was the occasional cute guy who’d ask you out, someone would flirt with you now and then, but nothing ever permanent. nothing long lasting. just silly summer flings and temporary feelings.

you don’t know why or how, but one way or another you had managed to find yourself on the tables near the track field, in the woods. in an attempt to clear your mind of any thought that passed through it.

you loved love, you loved seeing other people in love. you loved on your own terms, told your friends you loved them, shared your love with animals, your love for your hobbies, books that transported you to other worlds, lyrics from music that spoke to your soul. love was in you and all around you.

but it was hard for you to get attached, hard for you to love someone in that way. you didn’t know if it was simply the fear of being abandoned, of being left behind because you weren’t good enough, fear of the hurt and the aftermath of an eventual break up that led you to be this way. or maybe it was the fact you had seen your siblings’ own heartbreaks, how gaunt their faces would get after nights of sobbing into their pillow, vowing to yourself you’d never allow yourself to go through that. or maybe you just didn’t like anyone, maybe you didn’t even have a soulmate, maybe you were just meant to be alone. after all, it was you who cut people out like tags on your clothing.

you had a habit of pushing people away, especially if they got too close, fearing what they would do when they truly got to know you, flaws and all the uglier parts of yourself you kept locked up hidden deep inside your chest.

your friends, your real friends, were few and far in between, only ever being able to count them on three fingers.

still, you couldn’t help but feel so empty, so monotone and bland. you wanted to feel the overwhelming emotion people described when they were in love. you want the swarms of butterflies in your tummy, the quick beat of your heart against your rib cage, you wanted the soft kisses, the gentle touch of hand on your waist, to intertwine your fingers with someone and feel the warmth of their hand.

you wanted that more than anything.

“Wasn’t expecting you to be here, of all places, weirdo.” came a voice you were all too familiar with.

“That’s rich, coming from you, wacko.” you chuckle as he draws closer to you, settling down on the bench in front of you.

“Saw you spacing out there earlier, got anything on your mind?”

of course you couldn’t hide anything from him. he knew you practically inside out, from the secrets whispered to each other in the dead of night by the lake, sharing your dreams under the stars, to the many times he made you cackle with laughter as you both danced around and banged your head to the beat of Eddie’s music.

you sigh, not knowing what to say.

“I just, I was just thinking about what it would be like to love someone the way other people did.”

“Woah, never took you for the sappy type,” he snorts, as you flick him on his forehead, earning a small ‘ow’ from him. “No but seriously, you okay?"

“Yeah, I am. It’s just, I was looking around the whole time today, watching everybody be all lovey dovey, and I guess I started to think about what it would be like to care for someone so much like that, to actually love someone.” you say, though you might have been right in front of him, Eddie could tell that your mind was far away from where you two were.

“What about that guy you were basically head over heels for? Didn’t you love him?” Eddie joked, wiggling his eyebrows in an attempt to make you laugh, to no avail.

“I’ve never been in love, not seriously.” you say, barely above a whisper as you stared out into the distance.

Eddie cocks his head at you, concerned.

you lift your legs up the bench so you were hugging your knees, resting your chin atop your knee as you sighed.

“I guess I’m just sick and tired of people watching.” you mutter.

but while you were stuck watching the world, you were completely blind to the pair of the warm brown eyes that looked at you with so much softness and affection it made his heart melt.

call it cliche, but he was hopelessly and utterly entranced by you. you, the chatty, bubbly girl from his fifth grade class, marching your way towards him with the first and only valentine he has ever gotten from a girl. you, with your bright laughter and cute snort whenever Eddie made a joke or poked fun at you were music to his ears.

he admired everything about you, how despite the hell of high school you had managed to retain your humanity, your kind and loving nature. he admired your skills, talents, he loved seeing your eyes glitter with excitement as you talked about things you were passionate about.

he would always be there for you, a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen as you lamented all your feelings due to all your pent up angst.

“You wanna hang out after class?” you asked, sitting up properly.

Eddie blinks rapidly for a moment, snapping himself out of his thoughts before nodding. “Why wait until after class?” His eyes glinted with mischief.

you snickered. “Alright, fine. Can’t stand being in a classroom full of mushy gushy teenagers anyway.” you stood up, and the two of you walked towards the parking lot where his van sat.

as you buckled your seatbelt, you turned to him. “Where to?”

he sucks in a breath, tapping on the steering wheel in deep thought before snapping his fingers, turning to you.

“It’s the day of love, right? Why not spend our day by Lover’s Lake?” he teased.

you roll your eyes, despite the laughter that erupts from your throat. “Fine by me, just get me outta here.”

….

once the van pulled up by the lake, you and Eddie sat on the edge of the docks, swinging your legs back and forth as you took a sip of beer from the six pack Eddie had.

you winced before letting out a small burp, to which Eddie scoffed at.

“Weaaak.” he teased, before taking a swig from his own drink and releasing and even louder belch.

you cry out in laughter, hitting him on the arm. “Ew! Eddie, how can anybody be so gross and impressive at the same time?”

he shrugs. “What can I say, I am a man of many talents.”

you giggle again, leaning your head onto his shoulder. that was how you showed your affection, given the rarity of you ever doing so. you had always been afraid of being vulnerable, afraid that once you opened your heart up to someone they’d take advantage of you and leave you in the dust.

but it was never the case when you were with him. you could always be your most authentic self with Eddie, flaws and all. he always stood beside you, welcomed you with open arms whenever you had a rough day.

he was your best friend.

still, a part of you couldn’t help but notice your quickened heartbeat whenever he’d wrap and arm around you, the incessant bouncing of your leg as you waited for him in anticipation at the spot you two would meet, nor could you help the swell of pride in your chest whenever you saw him perform the most insane guitar solos.

however, true to your nature, you kept it all buried within you, under all the other fears and secrets you refused to let out.

a tender silence sat in between the both of you. saying nothing while doing nothing, while it sounded like a boring activity to people outside looking in, it was never boring to you. not when you were with Eddie.

“Do you think we’ll ever find love?” you ask, randomly, completely out of the blue, and the question somewhat takes Eddie aback.

“Well with my handsome looks and amazing personality I think I’m just too good for the people in this town.” he jokes sarcastically, but instead of laughing like you always did, you just smiled at him.

“Yeah, you are.”

those three words could put Eddie into cardiac arrest.

in spite of his reddening cheeks and pulsating heart, he laughs it off, plays it cool and rubs the back of his neck nonchalantly. he mumbles a thank you, the only words he could muster from his mouth.

you look up, it was getting dark and the wind started to pick up. damn this winter cold.

you blow hot breath into your hands and rub them together as the air turns from cold to glacial.

“Jesus, it’s freezing.” Eddie curses as he stands, holding out his hand to you to help you up.

“Holy shit your hands are cold!” he exclaims.

“Sorry.” suddenly, you sneeze.

“Okay, come here.” he pulls you in, grips your hands in his own warm, calloused ones, blowing hot breath into them.

“Th-thanks.” you utter, slightly flustered at your sudden closeness to him.

“Alright, come on, let’s get you home before you freeze to death.”

as you both slip into the van, Eddie suddenly curses, a quiet “shit” flying from his mouth as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

he shakes his head. “Forgot my lunchbox!”

“The one with the w—“

“Yeah the one with the weed.” he says before he turns back and makes his way towards the docks.

you chuckle to yourself. typical Munson behavior.

you decide to put on some music, opening the glove compartment to search for a tape you and him could rock to. as you shuffled through the mess, you stumbled across a piece of card stock.

it’s color had faded over time from a bright pink to one of pastel. you recognized your old, scribbly writing from middle school.

you smiled at the memory, brushing off the fact that Eddie had somehow kept that memento for over seven years, that was, until you stumbled upon a certain cassette tape.

you furrowed your eyes as you looked at the title. in the big, scrawled out handwriting you knew to be Eddie’s, was your name.

impulsively, you set the tape into the sound system.

soft sounds of piano keys being played started to pour out the speakers, followed by the gentle strum of a guitar.

while it was completely different from what Eddie usually listened to, you recognized it as one of your favorite songs.

Love of my life, you’ve hurt me

it all comes pouring back to you. your first heartbreak, the reason why you kept your distance from everyone, the reason why you kept your emotions in. but you remember Eddie.

You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me

you remember how he held you in your arms as you cried over a stupid boy who you saw go out with another prettier, more popular girl.

it was a shame you couldn’t see Eddie’s own heart break as he watched you cry and sob over a boy that never even deserved you.

Love of my life can’t you see?

while you carefully observed the world around you, you were completely oblivious to the boy who thought of you as his world.

suddenly, you turned to your left, hearing the door open.

“Sorry about that I—“ he paused, hearing the music, then gazing at you, whose eyes were glossed over, wide with surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but with a knowing look all the same.

“Where— uh, whatcha listening to?” he says, chuckling nervously in an attempt to keep his composure. that tape was meant to be how he would have confessed his feelings for you, he stowed it away though, promising to himself that he’d do it, he’d man up and just do it someday.

“Eddie,” you say, slowly. “Do—do you like me?”

Eddie sucks in a breath, shaking his head. “Is it that obvious?” he chuckles, again. this time at himself, for letting his feelings get in the way of this beautiful, wonderful friendship you both shared. idiot, he thought to himself. did you really think you could ever have a chance with her?

all his doubts are pushed away as you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers the way you wished you could.

too busy watching the world, too busy being jealous of what others had when all you could ever want was right in front of you.

you lightly stroke the back of his hand with your thumb as you smile. your hand slowly moves towards his face, cupping his cheek ever so gently, tracing his smile lines.

Eddie swallows, every fiber of his being screaming at him to just throw all caution into the wind and lay his lips on yours.

finally mustering up the courage, he opens his mouth to speak.

“(y/n), I—“

you grin. “Just kiss me.”

and he does. and you kiss him back.

years of pent up emotions suddenly come flooding out as your lips move with his.

after some time, you pull away to catch your breath. Eddie’s eyes looked directly into yours. while your gaze would often drift to somewhere even farther away as you spaced out, you wouldn’t dare to lose your focus lest you forget the warmth in his brown eyes.

“I really like you, you know.” he whispered, your foreheads touching.

“I really like you too.” you admit. years of fearing affection and intimacy dissipate. you had nothing to be scared of, this was Eddie, the same Eddie who brought you your favorite candy as he snuck into your window when you were grounded to help cheer you up, the same Eddie who played you your favorite songs on the guitar just so you could sing along.

he was the same sweet boy he was that day you handed him that valentine.

and you were still the same girl who loved with her entire being, to the point that she was incapable of being unkind, the amazing girl that Eddie had come to know.

he was still your Eddie, and you were still his (y/n).

no need to watch the world, when your world sat right in front of you.

no more desire to go people watching, when your favorite person in the whole world was always at your side.

9. “I don’t know she always calls me dude I don’t think she’s interested in me like that.” “[character] dude come on I’m sure she likes you how could she not- oh.”

for eddie munson x reader omg!! why does this fit perfectly for him tho 😭😭🙏🙏

For @honeeybeezzz and @cryuki-patootie I hope you both like it ❤️‍🔥

*spoiler free completely uncannon canon can’t hurt you here*

“You have one shot, one chance to take him down how do you proceed princess?”

“I creep into his layer raise my poisoned blade and drag it all the way down his fat gut.”

Eddie grinned gesturing for me to roll and take my shot at his latest campaign’s biggest villain. I look around at my team earning a semi confident nod from Gareth and Jeff and thumbs up from the younger boys. Taking a deep breath I lift the die shaking it in my palm. After two months it all lead up to this very moment. Most of my team was already down already slaughtered.

Gareth and I were the last two standing left to face the vile Orcus all by ourselves. He was one of our largest foes yet tearing through our party ten times worse than the demogorgon had in the last campaign. His bloated body towered over us with ram like horns and large wings. Although his character miniature was so small he was the biggest threat we had yet to take on. Eddie the Brave our dungeon master never did like to take it easy on us.

Fighting the urge the squeeze my eyes shut I drop the die to the table watching it bounce once, twice, even thrice. With each bounce it seemed to move in slow motion taunting us. Everyone leaned over the table watching the little numbers move breath hitched, fingers crossed feet tapping. Finally the red splattered white die lands solidly on the table. The number four stares back at us and I could almost hear Orcus’s laugh echoing in my head.

The group howls and cries fists hitting tables chairs flying back. My jaw drops open in defeat, (dnd character name) was done for. Yet another one of my characters lost to Eddie Munson’s relentless campaigns. We had lost, beaten by the evil Lord of the Undead. Eddie leaned forward his most mischievous grin painted on his lips.

“Just before your blade can touch his stomach Orcus’s eyes shoot open his hand flying out to grab your wrist. You struggle but your weapon clatters to the ground. Orcus rises towering over your shaking form. The blood lord reaches behind him pulling out the Wand of Orcus. ‘I will be the last creature when I am done. The cosmos will then be perfect, free of the braying abominations that are all other living things.’ He gloats before pressing the wand to your throat.” Eddie practically beams grinning ear to ear.

“Son of a bitch!” Dustin curses tossing his character sheet to the ground. I let out a disappointed huff slumping in my chair. “Well you guys gave it your all unfortunately for you my little sheep it wasn’t enough.” Eddie sighed. I rolled my eyes tossing a chip from the bag at his head. He just chuckled popping the snack into his mouth.

Everyone began cleaning up gathering their character sheets ready to reevaluate and replan for when we try again. Despite the loss everyone is buzzing with adrenaline from such an intense night. I listened to the youngest boys talking about their new strategies while Jeff and Gareth talked to Eddie. I took a moment staring at the papers of my now dead newest character. The character had given me high hopes with her higher stealth points I thought for sure my plan would have worked.

“Shit Eddie it’s too bad you’re not as good at talking to girls as you are at killing our characters you wouldn’t have a problem getting her to like you back.” I heard Gareth chuckle quietly. Eddie quickly responded by elbowing his good friend in the ribs. My ears perked up at his words. Eddie Munson the freak of Hawkins having a crush? One he didn’t tell his very best friend about.

The information almost made my heart hurt more than getting murdered by Orcus. My crush would just have to remain unrequited. For now I just let it go unknown I had overheard anything returning my focus to Mike’s explanation. “So basically your new character is gonna be based on El?” Dustin questioned a teasing tone to his voice. “Come on man think about it who better than to kick some demon ass!” Mike exclaimed.

“Alright sweetheart you ready to go?” Eddie smiled at me shrugging his leather jacket over his arms. “Yeah dude let’s go.” I say pushing my own jacket on top my Hellfire shirt. The two of us made our way up from the Wheeler basement nodding a quick goodbye to Karen and Holly. Eddie reached his van before I did opening the passenger side for me. “Your chariot m’lady.” He beamed with his Cheshire grin.

With a roll of my eyes I climbed into the van quickly followed by Eddie. “Want me to bring you home or you wanna hang at my place for a bit?” He asked lighting up a cigarette and placing it between his lips. Despite it being a nasty habit it always drew my attention to just how soft and plump his pink lips were. I often caught myself daydreaming about how they’d feel against my own. “Your place sounds great.” I smiled turning up the volume on his radio.

Most of the ride was spent jamming to his metal mixtape and head banging as well as someone can inside a van. Everything was peaceful and carefree not a worry in the world except whether or not Hopper would pull us over for speeding. We came to the very last red light before the road for the trailer park and Eddie turned the music down enough to be heard. “It’s night like these that show me you that we were meant to be best friends.” He smiled his boyish happy smile. “Forever Eddie.” I beamed taking his hand in my own.

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Eddie sat leaned against the headboard tuning and strumming on his guitar while I sat across from him. I couldn’t help but watch the intricate delicacy of his fingers movements across the strings. He had a focused yet relaxed look to him from the comfort of his guitar. A joint lazily sat in his ash tray near by that occasional hits could be taken from. It was just like every other time we’d hang out. Except this time I had a question I needed an answer to.

“Hey Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

“Is it true you have a crush on someone?”

Eddie tensed up at the question halting his music his fingers stilling against the cords. I took a deep breath attempting to brace myself for his upcoming answer. He seemed to ponder for a minute about whether or not he would give me the truth his eyes not meeting my own. He cleared his throat leaning his guitar against the wall and picking up the joint. It seemed as if I was completely frozen in time waiting to find out if the man I had been in love with had feelings for someone else.

“Uh yeah actually I do, have for a while now.”

“No shit? And you didn’t tell me! Who is it?”

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart nothins gonna come from it anyways.”

“Uh uh if Gareth gets to know I wanna know you’re my best friend Eds we tell each other every thing.”

“Alright well she’s gorgeous first off all like the kind of pretty they makes you get caught staring at her. And she’s funny like really funny but also has a bad enough sense of humor to laugh at even my dumbest jokes. And her laugh well it makes me never want to stop talking if she’ll keep laughing and looking at me with that smile.”

My heart burned at his description love falling from every word he spoke. My Eddie didn’t just have a crush he was in love with someone. The kind of in love that the cynical non conformist man used to make fun of. I busied myself with picking at a piece of string on my jeans urging the tears to stay put. “So why don’t you ask her out?” I asked swallowing to avoid my voice breaking.

“I don’t know she always calls me dude I don’t think she’s interested in me like that.”

This made my hurt break even more than it already was. As sad as it would make me to see him end up with someone else at least I knew he’d be happy. He didn’t deserve to sit here and fill his own heads with thoughts about not being good enough. I moved myself so I sat right next to him leaned against his shoulder. He rested his head against my own and I swear I could hear his heart pounding.

“Eddie dude come on don’t be ridiculous I’m sure she likes you how could she not I mean- oh.”

As the words spilled from my mouth it gave my brain a moment to catch up. There was only one person who always called Eddie dude. Me. It had started on accident when I got really nervous around him and accidentally called him babe. Even though he had definitely heard me he pretended he didn’t allowing me to lie and say I had said dude.

I felt Eddie stiffen above me shifting his weight a little. My heart was racing now going quicker than I could keep up with. “Eddie I always call you dude.” I whisper. I wasn’t sure why my voice got so quiet whether it was from nerves or if I was scared to be wrong. Eddie let out a nervous chuckle letting his ring covered hand to grab my own. His calloused fingers soothed over my knuckles and he held my hand a little tighter.

“Yeah you do. Truth is I think I’ve been falling in love with you since our first Hellfire campaign together. You were having so much fun and you absolutely fucked up my villains. Or when you surprised me by going to that Corroded Coffin show and you showed up completely decked out for a metal show. You didn’t care who stared but you danced along to every song and even head banged. And when I caught up with you after and you showed me the Corroded Coffin shirt? I remember turning to Gareth that night and telling him that I wanted to marry you someday.”

“Why did you never tell me?”

“I was terrified (Y/n) you’re my best friend you helped me finally make it through my senior year what if I told you and you didn’t feel the same? I’d like to say I could be a big person about it and go back to being your hot best friend and dungeon master but truth be told I couldn’t. I would rather have lived my life being hopelessly in love with you and you never knowing than ever even thought of you not being in my life.”

“For me the first time was when you stood up to Jason for me. I’ve never seen someone recover from a punch so fast. When I knew for sure was when we went to go see Nightmare on Elm Street. As much as I loved that movie it did freak me out a little but for every jump scare scare you wrapped an arm around me and held me closer. I knew then and there that nothing bad could happen if we were together and I wanted to feel that kind of safe for the rest of my life.”

Eddie and I separated our eyes meeting again. It seemed like he was searching for any sign of me lying or making fun of him. This poor boy had a hard time believing that he could truly have anything good. I did the only thing I could think that would show him. I leaned forward pressing my lips to his and from the moment they connected it felt like fireworks in my chest. After a second of shock he was kissing me back.

His other hand moved to cup my face pulling me closer. His lips moved against mine beating every single one of fantasies about this very moment. He tasted a bit like weed and the Yoo-hoo he had been drinking but it was my new favorite flavor. The kiss broke because he started smiling his wide grin against my lips. “Sorry I couldn’t help it you can’t believe how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He whispered pulling back enough to look me in the eye.

“I think I have a small idea.” I giggled. “So uh does this mean I can take you out on Saturday?” He asked still blushing nervously. “I would love that Eddie.” I beamed my chest feeling warm. Eddie’s eyes lit up for a moment and his smile mischievous. “Okay hopefully this doesn’t change your mind but I have to do something!” He exclaimed running out of the room.

Confused I quirked an eyebrow moving to the doorway. I could see Eddie on the phone in his living room waiting for whoever was on the other end. His leg bounced excitedly. I wondered who he could possibly calling in this moment. I mean his uncle was at work and most his friends were asleep.

“Gareth man listen (Y/n) and I just fucking kissed! I know! Hellfire has a new queen boys.”

will byers has done NO WRONG.

lucas sinclair has done NO WRONG.

mike wheeler.

dustin henderson evolved dart like a pokemon but that can be forgiven and aside from that has done NO WRONG. 

no cause explain to me why steve, nancy and robin got choked out for like 40 minutes & got off scot-free

meanwhile eddie gets tickled by a bat & has his shit rocked like WHAT?

ALSO keep in mind the same thing happened to steve earlier that season & all nancy had to do was give it a little kiss & slap a bandaid on it and he was perfectly fine

like eddie if you needed someone to kiss your booboos better why didn’t you just ask me 🙄

not mine but absolutely A B S O L U T E L Y