To The End || EDDIE MUNSON x READER||

Lectures and Kisses

After Dustin gave me his usual brother lecture about "never hanging out with his friends again" — which, of course, ended with him admitting that Eddie was a good guy — and after Mom interrogated me about why I was going out with Eddie Munson, the troublemaking metalhead, instead of Andy, I was exhausted before the night even started.

Dustin and I had to explain — in detail — that Eddie wasn't what everyone said he was. That he wouldn't hurt me or anyone else. Eventually, Mom sighed, gave up, and helped me get ready.

Robin did my makeup while Mom fussed with my hair, and Steve sat cross-legged on my bed, pretending to be bored but watching like a hawk.

When I finally pulled on my outfit, I barely recognized myself. Robin's grin said it all.

"Wow," Steve said, squinting at me. "You actually don't look like a bum for once."

Robin smacked his arm before I could.

Even when Dustin poked his head in and said Eddie was here, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the mirror. My reflection didn't even look nervous — but I felt like my heart might crack my ribs.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Robin asked softly once everyone else had left.

"Yeah— I just..." My voice broke before I could finish. "I just miss Tyler a lot."

Her face softened instantly. "Y/n, this is good. What you're doing right now — it's helping you move on."

"I know." I nodded, trying to steady myself. "It's just... I haven't been out with anyone since—"

"I know," she said gently, and that was enough.

By the time we walked into the living room, Eddie was standing by the door talking to Steve and Dustin — who, by the look on their faces, were probably threatening him.

"You guys are insane," I groaned.

All three turned toward me at once.

"Whoa," Dustin said. "You don't look like a bum for once!"

"That's what I said!" Steve laughed, high-fiving him.

I rolled my eyes, but when I looked at Eddie, he wasn't laughing. He was just... staring — like he couldn't decide whether to breathe or not.

"Alright, you two, go have fun," Mom said, practically pushing us out the door.

Outside, Eddie walked me to his car and opened the door with an exaggerated bow. "M'lady."

I laughed, sliding in. "You ready?" I asked when he got in.

"Yes, ma'am," he grinned, starting the engine.
And just like that, the nerves melted away as music filled the car, loud and familiar, the kind that made it impossible not to smile.

The restaurant was way nicer than I expected. Candlelight. Polished silver. Soft music.

"Eddie, this place is too fancy," I whispered, half-laughing as we sat down.

"I wanted to take you somewhere nice," he said, glancing around almost shyly. "I've been saving up for weeks."

"Weeks?" I blinked.

He scratched the back of his neck. "I've kinda been planning on asking you out since we met."

My jaw dropped. "That's not weird, right?" he added quickly.

I laughed, shaking my head. "No. It's sweet. Really sweet."

By the time he drove me home, the world outside the car was quiet. He held my hand the whole way, his thumb tracing gentle circles against my skin. Neither of us talked much, but it wasn't awkward. It was... peaceful.

When he pulled into my driveway, he turned off the car and looked at me — really looked.

"You looked amazing tonight," he said finally, voice low and a little rough. "Not that you don't always look amazing. But tonight... you looked really pretty."

I smiled, trying not to melt under his gaze. "Thank you. Tonight was really nice."

He didn't respond right away — just kept his eyes on me, the silence stretching between us until I could barely breathe.

"I really wanna kiss you," he whispered.

The air between us changed — thicker somehow, charged.

"Then kiss me," I said softly.

Even in the dark, I could see him smile — that slow, nervous grin that made my stomach twist in the best way. He leaned in, his hand sliding up to my cheek, the metal of his rings cool against my skin. I tilted up on my toes to meet him halfway.

When his lips finally touched mine, the world seemed to still. The smell of his cologne — faint and cheap and so him — mixed with the lingering smoke from his jacket. His lips moved carefully at first, testing, then warmer, steadier — like he'd been waiting for this forever but didn't want to rush it.

Every thought in my head disappeared. It was just the heat of his hand, the sound of his breath, the dizzy feeling in my chest.

When he finally pulled away, he didn't move far. His thumb brushed over my cheek once more.

"Goodnight, Y/n," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Goodnight, Eddie," I said, though I wasn't sure I remembered how to breathe.

He didn't leave until I was safely inside. I stood in the dark living room for a second, heart pounding, replaying every second of the night before I buried my face in my pillow and let out a muffled scream.