Eddie Munson and character one shots !!

Smoke spot

Eddie Munson X Reader

(Stupid little fluff to get through my lack of ideas)

Warnings: None.

The woods near school were a go to by now for you. Your Dad was home more now, since retiring. He was always lurking and he had a thing against smokers of any kind. Like this stupid vendetta. He said if he ever caught you he'd make you eat the entire pack. So that intimidated you a little bit, understandably.

Your mother was a fucking hound as well, the nose of a bloodhound. She once smelt out a blunt from a mile away. It wasn't yours thankfully but you decided you weren't going to risk it being.

It was easier this way, even if the woods gave you the creeps. Like, majorly.

It wasn't until the 13th of July you got caught.

You were leant against a tree, rolling a joint, glancing around madly. No matter how much you felt no one would find you here it still scared you.

Especially after some guy died in the woods in Hawkins recently, you couldn't recall a name but still.

It was peaceful as it always was, no one around and the trees swaying above you. Once you finished rolling it you took your lighter out and flicked the cap.

You tried to light it but it resented, protesting. You shook your head, trying again as it lit after a few turns.

You inhaled deeply and then released. Blowing a plume of smoke into the air above.

You heard rustles of leaves and looked over at the picnic bench in the centre of empty space.

A boy you recognised to be Eddie Munson plonked himself down onto it. He hadn't seen you yet but he pulled out a black tin box and placed it on the table in front of him.

You knew a lot about Eddie. Admired from a far but never truly spoken to him, not really. He was quite scary so you had never gone out of your way to conversation with him.

He was rolling something; assumingly a joint. You knew you'd have to speak at some point so you walked out from behind your tree.

"You stealing my smoke spot?" You asked, his head shot up at the sound and he held a hand to his chest. Relief flashed over his eyes and you smiled at it.

"Scared the shit out of me," He muttered, grinning.

You held the blunt to your mouth and blew the smoke away before sitting down on the other side of his bench.

"Asked you a question, Munson," You persisted, he narrowed his eyes surveying you.

"Yeah. I am," He said, "You're y/n right? From english?" He said, gesturing to you with a perfectly rolled blunt.

You nodded, holding your knees to your chest. You felt nervous around him, like you didn't know what to do or say around him.

You took another drag to pull any attention from yourself, "Thought you didn't notice me to be honest," You were quite forward with yourself now that you had a low buzz.

"You kidding? Loved you calling out Mrs Krowzki about The Great Gatsby," You laughed, thinking about how you shouted at her.

To be fair she was saying that Daisy was mistreated, like fuck. Daisy was a bitch and that was that.

"Yeah, she deserved it," You said, humouring it. You took another drag, almost at the end.

Eddie looked you up and down, silently analysing you. "What?" You asked, maybe slightly too aggressively because he shrunk and bit his lip.

"Nothing, you're not how I thought you'd be," He said, putting his joint to his mouth. You watched his jaw clench around it and squint as he waited for your response.

"You're the same," His brows furrowed and you saw the cogs turn in his brain, like he was somehow transparent and you had X-ray vision.

"Eddie Munson, An urban mystery," You said, finishing your joint and putting it out on the ground.

"What does y/n Mayfield get up to outside of screaming at English teachers?" He asked, suddenly. Rerouting the conversation completely.

You shrugged, unsure yourself of what you got up to. "Writing sometimes, I suppose. Reading and screaming at other teachers," You said, watching as his face spread into a smile.

"Who'd of thought?" He pondered, you thought about what you thought Eddie would do. Scream at people? Fight kids? Punch babies?

You would have probably said that before this little whatever-this-was.

"You're friends with Harrington right?" You asked, you had heard about their little talks because everyone at school couldn't get enough of how he'd made friends with such a freak.

"Wouldn't call it friends," He smiled, shaking his head. "What do you mean by that?" You asked, looking at his undefined expression.

"He's a weird one. But no, not exactly friends but I know him," You nodded, "Why?"

"I kinda know him. Well, I kinda dated him," You say, quite embarrassed about that murmur of judgement from 8 months ago.

"Who didn't?" Eddie said, grinning before taking a drag and stumping the blunt out.

"You gotta tell me something?" You teased, he laughed and leant against the table. He rest his head against the wood, smiling against the coldness of it.

"It's nice talking to you, Munson," Eddie chuckled before asking, "Really? Thought I was scary," He thought out loud.

"You are, but you're still good to talk to," Your said through your relaxed state.

"You're okay," He said, grinning at you.

"Fuck off," You muttered, annoyed at how he was making you blush so goddamn easy.