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Fool The Freaks Day

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Eddie Munson x fem! reader

Summary: Your crush on Eddie was meant to be a secret, but after a little special someone overheard, a sudden secret admirer was up your sleeve. Getting lost in the mystery, you didn’t realise what date was coming up— April Fools.

Trope: Eddie Munson x fem! Reader, frenemies!

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, angst (but there’s fluff), pet-names

WC: 8.5k+

A/N: this is the longest one-shot I’ve written lol but I had this idea in mind for a while! And I think this actually might be my favourite work so far! :) I also apologise if there are any mistakes I have missed!

The corridor overflowed with the annoying babble of kids. Some exchanged smiles and laughter, while others exchanged frowns and glares. You, on the other hand, were lost in your own world, observing Eddie lean against his locker, arms crossed in front of his chest, and his hair falling in front of his face every now and then while talking to Gareth.

“Earth to Y/N,” Dustin flailed his arms in front of your face, retreating you from your trance. Clearing your throat, your eyes averted to Dustin who is clearly irritated.

“Did you even listen to what I said?” A huff of annoyance escaped his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah. Something on Friday?” You repeated, well knowing that you pieced together random words that you vaguely remembered from Dustin’s rambling.

He tightly shut his eyes, face-palming himself as he groaned, “Oh my gos- April Fools next Friday.”

“Didn’t you say this week?”

“No!-“ Dustin loudly shrieked, a little too loudly, “What I was saying while you were making out with Eddie with your eyes, was-“

You harshly slapped your palm against Dustin’s mouth, eyes widened as you quickly snapped your head in every direction possible hoping no one caught on to what Dustin said. No one but Dustin knew about your secret crush on Eddie. The term ‘frenemies’ is what Steve and Robin like to describe your relationship with him, always bickering but in a playful way. Max, Mike and Lucas are just convinced you both absolutely hate each other whilst Nancy and had a theory that deep down you both liked each other but denied it.

“Keep it down knucklehead!” You seethed through gritted teeth, eyes still frantically searching the hallways. From your perspective, no one seemed interested or alerted. The stiffness in your shoulders finally became undone, sighing with relief, you glared daggers into Dustin’s eyes before feeling a wet sensation tickle your palm.

“What is wrong with you?!” You hissed towards the boy.

Sinister giggles left his throat as he watched you rigorously grind your hand against your top, creating heat between the two surfaces.

“I just don’t get why you won’t talk to him ‘normally’,” Dustin quietly asked after his fit. His voice was laced with genuine seriousness, now rapidly changing your displeased mood.

Your lips tightened, glancing between the ground and Dustin, “W-wouldn’t it just be weird?” You asked, looking at him with soft eyes, “I feel like this is our ‘normal’ to talk the way we do. Just argue and make sarcastic comments. Nothing is ever nice or genuine. It’s not like I want it to be that way, I would love to change that— b-but I just don’t know how without looking like an idiot.”

Dustin nodded at your reasonable answer before finally responding, “Maybe you can take it slow.”

“Slow?”

“Yeah. Like smiling for once at him, or not making comments as mean or as sarcastic. Then after a few days, you can actually laugh or even agree at his remarks,” Dustin informed with a smile slowly forming on his face, “T-then your jokes will slowly turn into compliments or even flirty comments, and then you both will start talking nicely, then yo-“

“Okay, okay,” You chuckled out, interrupting Dustin’s ramble with a slight tint of pink painted on your cheeks, “You know—you’ve never let me down Dustin,” you empathised as your hand rested on his shoulder, slightly shaking him.

“What can I say, I’m a man of honour,” His wide smile reached his eyes as he showed off his pearly teeth.

“No!” A loud shriek bounced through the hallway, gaining the glares of Jason and Patrick.

“Freaks,” Jason mumbled under his breath, “Anyways, I can’t tonight, Chrissy and I-“

“What I was saying while you were making out with Eddie with your eyes, was-“

Jason’s head whipped towards your direction after the mention of Eddie. Your hand was now masked on Dustin’s mouth as you aggressively mumbled something to the boy.

“Did you hear that?” Patrick snickered to Jason, nudging his shoulder, “The freak likes the freak,” Patrick continued.

The left side of Jason’s lip tugged upwards, a vicious warmth started to warp his mind as his eyes slowly bottled with vengeance.

“You remember the date next Friday?” Jason eerily whispered.

“U-uh,” Patrick stuttered, not recalling anything important on that day, “Not re-“

“April fools,” He cuts him off, finally looking at him in the eyes with a cold-blooded smirk on his face, emitting his bitter intentions.

“It’s fool the freaks day.”

If one person who can ever frustrate you as much as Eddie could, it’s Robin.

“For the millionth time Robin! Cherry and Raspberry don’t taste the same!” You exclaimed whilst aggressively twisting the knob of your locker.

“Um. Yes, they do! I don’t get how you don-” This time you weren’t the one to cut her off. As soon as you opened your locker, a folded white piece of paper fell to the ground. Your brows dipped in confusion, looking at Robin and the mysterious paper.

“W-what’s that?” She hesitantly asked. You bent down to grasp the paper, flipping it over and back, as you started to unfold it.

“Hey,

I know this is really weird, but I hope we can get along some time. I always see you in the hallway talking to our friends and I hope one day that’s going to be us.”

“What. The. Fuck.”

A gasp was heard from Robin as her eyes read the note for the tenth time, “Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh!” She repeatedly jumped in the air, “You have a secret admirer!” She squealed out loud.

“N-no. This can’t be for me. Whoever this is probably put it in the wrong locker.” Your eyes traced over the crooked handwriting in black ink, trying to recognise it but couldn’t. Your mind started to ponder whether someone has been showing you more attention or not. But you rarely spoke to anyone other than your main group of friends. Could it be Alex from that math assignment? No. He has a girlfriend. Tristan from music? No. What if it was a girl? Victori-

“Y/N!” A voice abruptly spoke over your thoughts, causing your elbow to violently slam against the metal locker.

“Jesus Dustin!” You loudly hissed as you rubbed your elbow, in hopes the pain will disperse quickly.

Dustin and Robin cackled loudly at your unamused state. That was until his gaze fell on the paper in your clutch, his laughter quickly died down as curiosity took over.

“What’s that?” he questioned, eyes still on the paper.

“N-nothing.” You squeezed the forbidden treasure against your chest, your fingers starting to ache from the tight grasp.

Dustin took a step towards you, a menacing smirk on his face as you took a step back.

“Robin, what’s that?” Dustin looked at Robin with one brow raised.

Robin gives you a do-you-want-me-to-tell-him look. In response, you violently shake your head as you continued to take steps back as Dustin started to retreat closer to you.

“Dustin you better sto-” Your back met something firm and warm, someone's hands now placed on your forearms, keeping you stable.

“I’m so sor-” turning around to apologise, “-ry. Oh.” Your glance flit over the one recognisable outfit before seeing Eddie's devious face.

“Maybe I’m not,” you give him a tight smile, his puckered brow and long face remained silent. You watched his eyes scan your entire body and lock with the holy grail squished against your chest.

“What are you hiding there?”

“Something that is not your business.”

Dustin and Robin step right beside Eddie, “Why are you so nervous?” Eddie teased.

“I’m not nervous. I-It’s just that-I-Um-It’s-”

Eddie chuckled at your flushed expression, “Cat got your tongue?”

“Shut up,” you angrily growled.

He pursed his lips, tucking his hands into his back pockets before his doll eyes focused on yours, “I can’t take a little peak?”

“You’re not special, so no.”

Eddie aggressively slammed his back against the locker as both his hands laid on top of his heart, startling you and the others.

“What if you’re special to me, sweetheart?” He playfully breathed out in offence.

Although you knew he was joking, you felt your heart pulsating. Instead of a ‘fuck off’ or a gag, you decided to change it up a bit.

“Then I’m glad.” A smug smile appeared on your face as you crossed your arms, the note still in your grasp— completely forgetting about it.

Robin’s nose scrunched in utter confusion, wondering whether you were sarcastic or not, whilst a small grin crept up on Dustin’s face as he knew which way you meant it. On the other hand, the tiny mischievous smirk on Eddie’s face did not budge at all, instead, he clicked his tongue and chewed on his bottom lip as he leaned one side of his body against the locker and his arms crossed in front, intently staring into your eyes.

You must admit though. He did look really, really hot right now, and he was standing pretty close to you. Although it was difficult to maintain intimidating eye contact with Eddie, you both still mirrored that same conceited smirk on your lips.

Eddie grunted before quietly muttering “Good.”

Now Dustin is confused if Eddie was being sarcastic or not, you were left slightly dumbfounded not knowing what to say. Eddie then reached his arms out to grab Dustin’s shoulders, not breaking the eye contact at all. You felt blood rushing to your ears, but were glad your hair was covering your tomato ears. Eddie then turned Dustin around before his back faced you and walked away. Your eyes followed their figures disappear into the hallway before averting your gaze back to Robin, whose eyes were bulging out of her sockets.

“What was that?” She blurted.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you started to play pretend, “What was what?”

“Y-You and Eddie!”

“Literally nothing.”

“No. That was literally something!” She shrieked as her hands grasped your shoulders, “What if it’s him?”

This time you were genuinely perplexed, clueless to what she’s implying, “If he’s what now?”

She brought you closer to her face, “The secret admirer,” Robin whispered.

The warmth of anxiousness seeped into your heart, muting the chatter of the hallway as your consciousness escaped the world, only surrounding you in feelings of doubt and bewilderment.

“It can’t be, Rob,” You reluctantly uttered.

“And why not? You guys actually had a ‘decent’ conversation, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it was him,” She shrugged as she popped her lips.

“I doubt. I was the one that actually responded ‘decently’,” You replied, pointing to yourself.

Robin remarked with a depressing sigh, “But he did too. And plus on the note, it did say ‘our’ friends so?”

“Look Rob, it was probably in the wrong locker okay?” You beckoned with a faint smile.

You walked into Ms O’Donnell’s class, already spotting Jason and Patrick in the back laughing about something. Their laughter came to a halt as they spotted you. You didn’t really think much of it until you saw a pretty pink peony, saturated with hints of white sitting on your desk.

“For fuck’s sake,” you quietly whispered to yourself, mentally groaning in frustration. This couldn’t be a mistake. You sat in your chair and made an effort to come up with potential culprits. If they know your seat in this class, they either attend this class themselves or have friends who do. You scoured the classroom for anyone behaving suspiciously. Amanda scribbled, Lexi gossiped, and Jason and Patrick were quiet while the rest of the students went about their business. The only thing you were aware of about your hidden admirer was that they were friends with your friends.

“Mr Munson, you’re late.”

Eddie's footsteps filled the now-quiet classroom with sound. You glance up, sceptical, and see Eddie making his way to his seat, directly behind you. He offers a half-arsed apology before staring right into your eyes then at the flower, brows raised in obvious perplexity at the flower. You felt this overwhelming tension submerging your figure as your eyes met, you subconsciously groaned, not only because Eddie was suspected of being the secret admirer, but also because of the recent conversation.

Ms O'Donnell's speech was drowned out by your overanalysing thoughts that couldn't seem to let go of this current predicament. It was the way you didn't realise you were so far into your consciousness that you began seeing doubles of everything. You were highly concerned that you had made things awkward between yourself and Eddie, and what also heightened your concern was the note, and now the flower. Dozing off into wonderland, you came to a conclusion that Eddie is not the sort to do corny crap. You were aware that he would just convey his feelings without seeking an alternate means of doing so.

“A flower?”

You jolted from the booming voice in your ear. Clutching your chest, you turned around to face Eddie.

“Is this a thing within the club? Just scaring people out of nowhere?” You irritably scoffed.

Eddie lowly chuckled, “I think we already scare people without meaning to do so.”

You rolled your eyes before turning back around to face the board. A pint of relaxation encompassed your aura, immensely glad there wasn’t awkward tension between you two, though barely was said amongst you both. You were just overthinking things, like usual.

“You’re pretty.”

Your knee harshly struck the desk, you spun your body around as you choked on your spit.

“W-what?” You stammered, eyes as large as an owl.

Eddie was noticeably alarmed by your jarring action as he leaned back. His brows furrowed as he notices your strained demeanour.

“The flower. It’s pretty,” He slowly spoke out a few seconds later in confusion.

“O-Oh. Ye-”

“Y/N! Focus,” O’Donnell’s voice intervened. You mutter an apology, turning back around and sinking in your seat as the legs of embarrassment crawl up your crumbling figure. Mentally slapping yourself, as the intrusive thoughts were the ones to blame.

It’s me again.

Did you like the rose yesterday? It’s pretty and reminded me of you.

Ew. This person is cheesy and clearly doesn’t know the difference between flowers. It was a peony, not a rose, dumbass. However, the word 'pretty' stood out to you a lot, ever since class yesterday.

You relive the situation in your memory and instantly try to conjure up images of sunshine and rainbows to conceal and bury the humiliating moment you hoped Eddie had forgotten. Wait. Eddie described the flower as pretty too.

“Fuck,” You quietly muttered to yourself. All the foul words imaginable in your thesaurus were spewed out in your thoughts. That’s just how ALL guys describe flowers right?

“Right.” You reassured yourself and your mentality, knowing that wasn’t going to last long.

The graceful sound of Freddie Mercury’s voice suffocated the dissonant babbling of the students in the hallway. As you stride past them on your way to math, your eyes were quick to decipher the Hellfire club amongst the crowd. Dustin’s thinking cap bounced every time he spoke with passion about something whilst Mike matched Dustin’s energy and Eddie and the rest looked unamused by the situation he was in. Mike spotted you as you walked past them. You hear his voice faintly call your name behind the music dancing in your ears. Heavily sighing, you pause your walkman and take your headphones off.

“Yes?”

You were friends with all the members of the club, you’ve talked to Gareth and Jeff before so there was no awkward tension. You glanced at Eddie who was already looking at you. Quickly looking back at Mike, you stood between Eddie and Gareth as you faced the younger ones.

“Can you convince Eddie to come with us tomorrow to StarCourt?” Mike eagerly asked, wanting you to make snide remarks about his miserable life so he could come— which you didn’t catch on to. Though tomorrow Steve made plans with the group to eat at his favourite place at the mall.

You frowned, looking at Eddie, “Wait, you’re not coming?” You questioned, resulting in Mike’s face to twist in puzzlement.

“Nope,” He responded, popping the ‘p’.

“And why is that?”

Eddie tilted his head as he looked at you with a suspicious smirk, ”Do you want me to come, sweetheart?”

The realisation washed over you as you finally noticed that you were acting too nice, you quickly sighed to reclaim yourself, “No. But I do think it’s a good idea to eat some real food— not saying you have to come with us though, but instead of that artificial shit that you’ve been eating out of a can and that’s been sitting in your cupboard for god knows how long,” you quickly breathe out before continuing, “I do wonder how your stomach endures that shit on a daily basis— plus Harrington’s got the bill anyways.”

You concluded it on a positive note to avoid coming across as too nasty and to give him additional incentive to attend. Which you really but secretly wanted. Pursing your lips, he remained silent as his eyes now wandered the floor.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll come.”

“Wait, really?” Mike croaked with hope in his voice as a smile started to creep up on his face.

“Did you not hear how much Y/N wants me to go?” Eddie playfully chuckled out, looking at your now-dumbfounded face.

“I-I do not,” You quickly remarked, a wave of embarrassment visibly sprouting through your pink cheeks.

“Mhm. Totally,” He snorted, noticing the change in your demeanour. He then leaned his back against the locker, looking down at your furious expression. You huffed fiercely, your eyes wide with awkwardness, you rolled your eyes and walked away to class, flipping him off.

“You are so into her,” Dustin sarcastically commented as you walked away, watching your figure blend into the crowd.

“Is that a bad thing?” Eddie revealed.

They let out a chorus of gasps as they look at Eddie with the most baffled yet astonished manner, which likely caused their souls to depart their bodies. All eyes are on him like red lasers, yearning for answers.

“What?!” Mike loudly exclaimed as his hands ruffle through his hair in disbelief.

Eddie casually shrugged his shoulders, enjoying the appalled sight of the boys. Even though it appeared that he didn't care to reveal his feelings, he realised that he had to do so before it eventually devoured him. The group fell into a deafening stillness as the unexpected confession left them all stunned. Eddie silently laughed to himself.

“Oh yeah— Wheeler, for the sake of your sister’s ego, her theory stands correct,” Eddie proclaimed before walking away, still laughing as he watched their jaws hit the floor once more.

Hey,

I heard you did really well in Ms O’Donnell’s class. She was really happy that you got the top mark on the essay. I’m really proud of you <3

“Whoa, they left a heart?” Robin squealed as she nudged your arm.

“Yeah, I guess. But that means that this person is probably with me in O’Donnell’s,” you sighed, “I mean, who in my class would go tell their friends that I did well? I’m not popular at all.”

“Well, that gives us a better chance of finding out who it is though.”

You finally shut your locker and face Robin, “But don’t the notes seem so awkward? like they don’t know what to say? If you were to like someone, wouldn’t you have a lot of things to say to them?”

After just three days, you were sick of the whole ‘secret admirer’ nonsense. It had been distracting you far too much recently, and you had more exams coming up soon. Although you were flattered by these letters, you realised that without any indications to whoever this was soon, it would leave you in chaos.

“But not everyone’s the same Y/N.” Robin lifted her brows as she playfully poked your arm.

You all strolled through StarCourt as you followed Steve. What was expected to be a five-minute walk from the car to the restaurant was about to become a thirty-minute walk as the sensory overload of innovative ads and shop decorations captured almost everyone’s utmost attention.

“This is so cute,” Robin bubbled as she picked up a bright sunflower, tucking it behind her ear before posing.

Halting in front of the florist, the strong fruity yet spicy smell invaded your nostrils as you all admired the abundant selection of vibrant bouquets. Your eyes were overwhelmed by the dazzling and never-ending colour combinations that invaded your field of vision.

“I want to give this one to Suzy.” Dustin gently picked out a rich salmon-pink flower, twisting it between his fingers to observe the white hue that inked through the petals.

You stood next to Dustin, “It’s beautiful,” you trailed, admiring the fine details.

“That rose is going to die by the time you give it to her,” Eddie commented, pointing at Dustin with a lavender tulip between his fingertips.

Dustin snorted, “I could always dry and preserve them,” he stated in an obvious tone, “And it’s a peony, not a rose.”

Your mouth moved upwards, about to giggle. It’s a peony, not a rose. Your smile quickly plunged as a quiet gasp fled from your lips. It can’t be. You casted a glance between Eddie and Dustin, who seem oblivious to your reaction.

Eddie rolled his eyes with a smile, “Same thing, different name.”

“See? Isn’t this the best pizza you’ve ever had in your life?” Steve proudly declared with food in his mouth.

Everyone hummed in response as they all stuffed the pizza right into their mouths, savouring every moment and bite.

“How did you even find this place?” Mike asked as he grabbed another slice of pepperoni.

Steve leaned back into his chair, “This hot chick took me here once.”

“And what happened to her?” Lucas curiously questioned.

Steve popped his lips before he propped his elbows on the table, “Let's not talk about it,” He concluded, pursing his lips.

The group continued to break out into smaller conversations amongst themselves. However, you were left daydreaming on your own after that florist incident, leaving you in pure shock and disbelief. It couldn’t be more obvious and it’s only been three days, which meant that he purely sucked at this. You obviously weren’t going to tell him you found out, but you decided to see how far he would take this scheme.

“Y/N?” Dustin softly elbowed you.

You hummed back, facing to your left as you sat between Dustin and Robin with Eddie in front of you.

“You okay?” He quietly whispered, his eyes filled with concern.

Quietly nodding your head, you excused yourself to the bathroom in hopes of clearing your mind. It was stressing you out because you just found out that your crush is your secret admirer and that you couldn’t tell anyone. You knew you could tell Robin but you didn’t want her to go tell Steve and then Nancy then eventually the whole group. After a few minutes to yourself in the bathroom, you headed back out. Robin was in a deep conversation with Nancy, leaving you with the boys to talk to.

“You’re right Y/N, this is way better than that canned shit,” Eddie teased as he patted his stomach.

A tight-lipped smile crept up, “Ha. Yeah,” You dryly responded, still feeling awkward about the situation. Eddie noticed the odd behaviour. Your eyes were hyper-fixated on the table as you slowly nibbled on the pizza. He quickly glanced at the others, noticing them lost in conversations.

“U-Um do you want to come with me to grab something in the van?” He softly asked.

You looked around at the other boys and saw them chatting amongst themselves; you swallowed your dread and tentatively nodded your head.

“So what did you need in the van?” You awkwardly queried, breaking the silence as you both walked in the cold breeze.

“Nothing.”

You shot him a quizzical look, “What? I thou-”

“I just noticed that you seemed off and wanted to ask if you were okay.”

Your brows unknitted, feeling heat rising in your body loosening your joints. As adrenaline pumped through your figure, the swelling of your heart restrained the volume of your breaths. Eddie stopped in his tracks as you reached the van, his big brown eyes staring at you with genuine concern.

“U-um. I’m fine. It’s just that there’s a lot going on y-you know in life,” You managed to stutter out.

He nodded his head in response, trying to hide the fluttery feeling in his stomach, “Well if you need anything or even someone to talk to, I-I’m here,” Eddie empathised as he scratched the back of his neck, gazing his eyes elsewhere.

“Thank you Eddie.” You bit your lip to hide your developing smile.

His mouth stammered open for a few seconds, “Y-Yeah. No problem,” He clicked his tongue trying to cover up his sudden nervousness. You both stood in heavy silence, scared that he could hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“I-I really mean it though,” Eddie interrupted, “Like I know we argue a lot, but we don’t always have to. And plus, I feel like recently we’ve been— better? If that’s a good way to say it. We just haven’t been up each other’s asses lately in a way. I don’t know if it’s just me or somethi-”

“Eds— I’ve noticed it too okay?” You politely cut his rambling as you giggled at his flushed expression.

“You have?”

You pursed your lips as you nod, “Yeah. It feels better this way— though I miss teasing you.”

He let out a low snicker, “Oh really?” A sneaky smirk erupted, “We could always go back to arguing with each other.”

You slightly pushed him, releasing a series of chuckles, “No thanks, I’ve plucked out enough grey hairs already.”

As the week passed by and almost the next, more letters began to pile up, and more meaningful encounters with Eddie continued. However, it was still only Robin that was aware of this secret admirer you had under your sleeve, but she had no idea you found out who it was. It was only a question of continuously suppressing the fact that you hadn't figured it out yet.

Since the little occurrence at StarCourt last week, it has become apparent that Eddie is the secret admirer— though he hasn’t admitted it yet— which is also a reason why more heartfelt conversations occurred with him because you insisted on them.

The group had noticed that there was almost no squabbling between you both, and that genuine exchanges were being passed as you both began to get to know one other even more. Mike was aware that Eddie had feelings for you, but Dustin knew that you both returned those sentiments, while the rest of the gang had their theories.

Despite the fact that neither of you acknowledged the reality of you both no longer bickering with each other, you were both thrilled that the phase is over. Though you or Eddie would make snarky remarks here and there, you both joked it off, and sometimes there would even be flirtatious ones, which would leave you in a bright red mess.

4pm. Today. After school.

Meet me in the gymnasium. Be on time.

Your heart started to pound as hard as it possibly could. Is he finally revealing himself? Did he plan something for me? Is the group part of the plan?

Your eyes tightly clenched in pure excitement and worry, not knowing what to expect. The last few days have been incredible. Though the hints and clues were a little messed up, you still figured it out.

Robin skipped school today, leaving you alone with Nancy and Steve, but you didn't mind. That also meant that there'd be no one to bother you at your locker as you waited for another note.

But tonight, everyone was coming over to your place after school for a sleepover. You’ve already set up the living room, movies, beverages, and snacks before you slept last night. It had been a while since a group sleepover so everyone was excited about it.

Whilst you were absorbed in your own tranquilly, you noticed Dustin at the end of the corridor with a panicked expression on his face, his attention eventually fell onto you as he ran towards you in haste.

“You need to come now!” Dustin urgently exclaimed as he forcefully pulled you. Everyone's attention was drawn to you and Dustin as his troubled eagerness rang down the hallway.

Eventually, he dragged you into the room where D&D sessions are held. Instead of bright spotlights painting the ancient, wooden floors in neon colours, you were welcomed with darkness and a warm-toned light barely illuminating the space. It was so dark you stumbled on the leg of the chair right in front of you.

“What is it Dustin?” Your frantic voice reverberated against the cold walls of the room as your figures were engulfed in utter darkness. You watch as his petrified gaze turn sinister.

Your brows slowly furrowed, “Dustin? Wha-”

A loud horn erupted right into your ear, causing you to scream at the top of your lungs. In an instant, you covered your ears and crouched down into a ball. The horn ceased booming, and your screams were drowned out by laughter and knee slaps. Standing up and uncovering your ears, you turn around and find Eddie, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin roaring with laughter. Eddie was loudly slapping his knee in enjoyment, as he witnessed your spirit depart from your body. You huffed and rolled your eyes, clamping your jaw in pure anguish.

Eddie slowly walked over to you with a blow horn in one hand, still laughing before he slung his arm over your shoulder and whispered in your ear, “April fools, sweetheart.”

You lightly shoved him and tried to conceal the frown erupting into a smile, however you couldn’t help it as the boys' happiness encircling you made your heart ease, even if they designated you as their victim. You’re lucky that the darkness masked the pink mess on your face, you hid your face behind your hands as Eddie brought you in an embrace.

“I never knew you could scream like that,” Lucas giggled out.

You playfully punched Lucas’ bicep, “To be honest I never knew I could too. You boys just have something in you.”

“So you’re telling me I could make you scream like that?” Eddie insisted with a mischievous tone.

Escaping from his embrace, the boys immediately covered their ears, loudly whining in discontent, shouting words along the lines of ‘Gross’, ‘Yuck’, and gags over the top of each other.

You scrunched your nose in disbelief, “Ew Eds. You’re disgusting.”

Today felt like the longest day ever. You swore the clock was ticking slower than usual. The one-hour lessons felt like two. The forty-minute lunch felt like eighty. And the last period felt like the whole day. That was until the clock finally reached 3pm. You dashed out of that last class. With only an hour spare, you shoved all your textbooks into your locker and grabbed your spare makeup bag. You were relieved that you set everything up for the sleepover last night. It was a sign. You thought.

You sprinted to the restroom and touched up your makeup in the last hour. Re-applied mascara. More blush. More bronzer, then more lipstick. This has been the moment you’ve been waiting for. You couldn’t wait to toss your arms around his neck and finally admit the feelings that have been gnawing at your heart. Because the thrill made your heart flutter, you took a deep breath and expelled all of your troubles, worries, and pessimistic thoughts. Though a pinch of them lingered within you, you felt more pleased as the tightness in your joints eased.

Placing your lipstick back in the bag, you glanced at your watch. It’s only been ten fucking minutes. You toss your head back in irritation, wondering what to do. Observing your hair and outfit in the mirror, you lightly wet your hands and slick the fly-aways at your hairline. You opted to waste your time by doing homework in a random classroom near the gymnasium because there was nothing else you could do.

Finally.

You stood right in front of the gymnasium doors, ready to meet Eddie. You fixed your hair and patted your top straight. You chewed on your lips as you intently watch the seconds tick by.

3:59:45

3:59:50

3:59:55

4:00:00

You took a deep breath. Inhaling in. Exhaling out. Widely opening the door, you were met with—nothing. Despite the fact that you were unsure of what to anticipate, you certainly did not expect to find the gym deserted, the lights out, and the only source of light was coming from the sun rays illuminating through the window. Maybe he’s doing something different.

The sound of your footsteps echoed through the hall as you slowly walked towards the middle of the gymnasium. Standing in the centre, you began to glance about to see if anyone was hiding or if there was any indication of life. The excitement still lingered within your heart, not doubting Eddie at all. 4:02:39. He’s probably just late, typical Eddie. You bit your lips, staring at the two doors of the gymnasium, hoping to see a curly, long-haired silhouette appear.

4:05:27. After a while of standing, you decided to go to the stands and sit down. You still had high expectations for Eddie's arrival; the idea of him standing you up hadn't even crossed your mind. Eddie was frequently 20-30 minutes late for social occasions. But you could wait; you had plenty of time before the sleepover. It was simply a ten-minute journey from your place to school. There’s plenty of time, you reasoned.

Time continued to tick by, as you soaked in silence. The coolness of the gymnasium enveloped your form, but your enthusiasm kept you warm as your leg bounced quickly. Though dread has not triumphed over your eagerness, the overthinking gremlin in the back of your mind has quietly begun to scratch at your thoughts slowly making it's way to your heart. He wouldn’t leave me waiting this long. Would he?

4:14:52. He should be here in another fifteen minutes— max. You were thinking of doing more homework to waste time but what if it ruins the surprise? How? I don’t know. Maybe it’ll ruin the excitement? Now that you realise it, you were definitely overthinking this. As you still waited, it seemed as though the dust particles in the air just kept accumulating on you. Eddie is special to you that even if you were eventually a pile of dust, you would still wait for him. Though you couldn't stay here forever since you still had the sleepover to host, you would wait for him until the very last minute, second, and millisecond.

4:22:22. The latest you were willing to leave was 4:40pm. Loneliness and restlessness began to erode your sanity. Uncertainty started to twist your mind while irritation slightly bubbled beneath you, ready to explode. Your butt felt sore after a while, and after constantly shifting in your seat, you were sure layers of dust were adhering to your jeans. You still had to shower and change for the sleepover. Plus a ten-minute drive. Although your hair might still be wet when they arrive, you didn’t mind, it was all for Eddie.

A few more minutes started to pass by, then four minutes, six minutes and then sixteen minutes. 4:38:20. No signs of him, despite the extra thirty minutes you granted him. The exhilaration dissipated as anguish overwhelmed your heart. The last time you felt this familiar resentment was before the hidden admirer scheme. You were late, exhausted, and yet had plans.

I’m over it. You seized your belongings and stormed out the door, completely outraged. The doors of the gymnasium slammed against the brick wall as you obnoxiously forced them open. As you made your way out of the building through the corridor, you could hear the sounds of the jocks emanating from the parking lot. When you arrived at the parking lot, a familiar van was still parked in its accustomed spot. What could he possibly be doing for forty minutes?

That was until you heard Eddie's voice intermingled with the jocks' voices. Your head perked up as your gaze was drawn to the building's corner.

“Lowest I can do is thirty-five.”

The sound of Jason’s arrogant whine is heard, “C’mon Munson. I know you can do twenty-five for that.”

Of course. A fucking drug deal. Although you respected his little business and you never got in the way of it, you were already tired and very, very irritated. With Jason and his jocks in front of Eddie and his back to you, you made a brisk approach to the group.

Jason's eyes met your enraged ones and he smirked broadly. "Munson, a little someone's here for you," he added. You noticed the rest of the jocks trying to refrain from laughing. However, after a moment of bewilderment, Eddie's head turned around and finally it was realised you. His gaze softened but remained cautious since he was in the middle of a deal, clearly oblivious to your infuriating temper which angered you even more.

“Oh h-hey Y/N-Um-l’ll be over at yours after th-”

“I’ve been waiting in the gymnasium for you—since four!” You angrily exclaimed right in front of everyone.

Eddie shifted his whole body to face you, confusion striking every part of his body, unable to grasp what you’re trying to say.

“I-I’m sorry?” He asked warily, now noticing your furious demeanour. You scoffed, sheer rage boiling in your tone, spiteful enough to block out the jocks' snickering in your ears.

“You told me to meet you at the gymnasium at four! Remember the note?”

“Note?” Eddie’s eyes rapidly glanced between you and Jason still unaware, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking ab-”

“I know it’s you, Eddie! Stop lying! T-the notes, the flowers a-and the fucking-e-everything! I-t’s you!” You almost shout at him, tears already welled up in your eyes as you hold back the excruciating lump in your throat. He advanced a step towards you, hands outstretched, ready to embrace you, but you back away from him to resist his touch.

Your face is flushed, tears ached in your eyes, confident that he's acting clueless because he's in the presence of the jocks.

“Don’t fuck with me, Eddie. Don’t act like you weren’t secretly passing all these corny notes and flowers to me for this past week.”

Eddie remained silent. Genuinely stumped by the entire ordeal. He watched your figure start to shatter apart as sorrow began to creep into his consciousness. Your fingers and lips trembled as a few tears trickled down your cheek. You glanced at the ground, now doubting if it really was Eddie. How could it not be Eddie? It’s him. Eddie peered over at the jocks who are cackling to themselves and then turned to face you. He couldn't care less about them; his top focus right now is you.

“L-look I-I’m sorry b-but-I,” Eddie stuttered out words to form a sentence but couldn’t, not when you were already so hurt by something he didn’t do.

“Was this all real?” you huffed out through tears.

“W-what was what?”

“This,” you point your finger between his figure and yours, “Was it all fake? When we hated each other's guts, d-did you really hate me? Did you do this to get some sort of revenge?” Within the span of your remark, you shed a torrent of tears, which were now gushing continuously past your cheeks and onto your shirt. You were well aware that you seemed dishevelled. Tear tracks likely surfaced on your cheeks from the mascara seeping down with your tears.

He opened his mouth to say something but you continued, “Did you pretend we were okay and acted like you were secretly in love with me this past week so you could watch me fall apart because you hate me so much?”

This sudden pressure in Eddie's lungs prevented him from breathing correctly. There was nothing he did. Nothing. Although he was confused by the entire circumstance, he was not confused by the fact that he loves you. And now that you're wondering if it's all fake, incited additional rage and perplexity.

“Awe.” A voice interrupted. When you glance up, you find Jason cynically pouting and flashing his best puppy eyes at you and Eddie.

Eddie clenched his jaw, “Jason fuck off. I’m calling off the deal.”

Jason’s brows furrowed, “Calling off the deal? I thought you needed money for that old man and that shitty van of yours that probably reeks of weed and your own filth.”

Eddie shoved Jason to the ground. He was already on edge, and Jason was exacerbating the situation. You silently gasped and jumped back in panic as Patrick took Eddie by the collar of his shirt.

Jason promptly redeemed himself, swiftly standing on his feet and patting away the residual dirt on his pants and jacket before snatching Eddie from Patrick. The lump at the back of Eddie's throat kept him silent as Jason sneered sinisterly between you and his friends.

“You deserve this Munson. You deserve to live in hell,” Jason muttered. Eddie loudly grunted, trying to break free from Jason’s grip. Instead, his grasp tightened as he began to chuckle, becoming increasingly louder and menacing.

“Oh, this is funny. We did a good job boys. Didn’t we?” Jason asked as he looked over at his friends with a bitter smile. They exchanged broad grins as they fist-bumped one other. You stood there now being the oblivious one, confused as to why they were celebrating, but assumed it had something to do with Eddie. It was now his turn to shove Eddie to the ground, causing him to wince in pain.

A loud sigh escaped Jason’s mouth as he faced you, showing a modest tight-lipped smile. “By the way-” his tongue rolled over his lips, “-I’m truly sorry for the mistake.”

“What?” Your brows dipped in complete confusion.

“Blame Patrick— It was a peony, not a rose.”

You felt your soul being drained out of you as your face slumped. It seemed as if the world had come to a halt for a brief minute. Sudden heat surged to your cheeks as your fingers tightened on the hem of your shirt, ripping it. The uneasiness in your heart was replaced with frenzy, overwhelming the capacity your emotions can take. A malicious smirk emerged as he witnessed the dread on your face abruptly morph into vengeance.

“Happy April fools, ‘sweetheart’.” His tone overflowed with satisfaction and pride, thrilled with what he had accomplished.

As the boys praised him, he spun away on his heels, a triumphant smile on his face. Once more, you felt a prickling sensation in your vision. Guilt started to torment your mind as Eddie hesitantly rose to his feet.

“You fucking asshole!” You screamed, legs now running towards Jason as anger controlled your body. However, you were grabbed tightly by the waist, stopping you from reaching Jason. You aggressively flailed your arms and kicked your legs as hard as you could to get out of the grasp.

‘L-Let g-go! Let go!” You shrieked through sobs. You watch Jason and his friends cracking up. Some mock you by flailing their hands. Some mock Eddie by imitating his horns.

“H-hey-hey-Y/N-p-please,” Eddie desperately begged. Your hits became weaker and slower under Eddie’s grasp. You start to slip down to your knees, hands covering your face in embarrassment, guilt and resentment.

Hiding behind your hands provided you with the fragment of comfort in the knowledge that you felt like no one could see you and you could see no one. In ways you've never experienced, your heart began to ache in the most agonising depths imaginable. You didn't want to confront Eddie at all. You wished you could simply go back in time to when you both were frequently arguing. Embarrassment poured over you as you wept on the ground, not realising you were in Eddie's grasp.

Unaware of how much time has gone while you've been cloaked in the dark by your hands, you cautiously raised your head and noticed the sun beginning to fade behind dwellings. Eddie felt your chin settle on his shoulder and gave you a comforting stroke on the back. Although he was unaware of this prank, he felt awful for not discovering sooner.

“I’m sorry.”

Humiliation chewed up the remainder of your swelling anger leaving you in a pit of remorse. You gulped after Eddie’s voice pierced the silence.

“No. I’m sorry, Eddie.”

“But you didn’t know that they were doing this to you,” Eddie agonised as he heaved almost tiredly, feeling his chest rising and falling with every breath he took.

“Well you didn’t know either.”

Eddie remained quiet while you both sat in each other’s presence. His arms are now around your waist, and yours around his neck with the night wind growing colder, allowing the numbness in your heart to intensify.

“I-I’m just so sorry for putting the blame on you. I-I’m sorry for thinking your ‘friendly’ actions meant something more. I just thought it was because of the notes and stuff,” you trailed off quietly as the whispers of the breeze drifted by your ears, allowing a few seconds of stillness to pass.

Eddie pursed his lips, resting his chin on top of your head, “I mean, what if I truly meant for it to be something more in the first place?”

You leaned back from his touch, his exhausted and gloomy eyes gazing at yours.

“What do you mean?”

Eddie noticed the insecurity in your eyes as your eyes flinched in confusion, “Princess, I’ve been wanting more ever since we had our first argument. I just knew you were different than the others, but I genuinely thought you ‘hated’ me-” He used his fingers as quote marks to recall that stage, “-but that one time where you didn’t make a mean comment like you would, I-I thought there was a chance for us to change.” He cupped your cheek and stared into your weary eyes, “A-And it did. I was over the moon when we had our first- I don’t know, our first respectfulish conversation.” You tenderly smiled, leaning into his touch. Eddie shifted his attention elsewhere, nibbling on his lower lip while his cheeks turned scarlet. The moment you let out a small chuckle, his eyes locked with yours once again, but this time, you could feel the honesty and grief in his eyes.

“I just hope that this whole prank thing didn’t change your feelings towards me,” Eddie quietly voiced.

You shook your head, “Well now knowing that you actually like me, it has changed a bit.”

His face twisted and plummeted with confusion and fear, leaving him dumbfounded. As you watched him experience the stages of grief in two seconds, you could not contain the bubbles of laughter that shortly erupted.

“Not in a bad way, stupid, it just made me fall harder for you even more.”

Eddie sarcastically placed his hands above his heart, rolling his eyes as he deeply exhaled a large breath, “Oh I am flattered by your cheesiness.” You playfully slapped his arm, “But seriously, I was genuinely worried for a second,” he chuckled before he brought you into his warm embrace. In an instant, the worry and stress that had been haunting you were swiftly washed away by his touch and were replaced with serenity and tenderness.

“I wonder how the others will react to this,” you quietly whispered against his shoulder.

“This?”

“Us.” Your head rose to greet Eddie's, merely inches apart. His gaze is drawn between your eyes and lips.

He slightly shrugged, “I don’t know about the others, but I know Dustin is going to be thrilled.”

You let out a few stifled giggles as you envisioned Dustin bouncing with excitement when you reveal the information. As you peered over Eddie's shoulder, the moon was gently rising to reveal its splendour whilst the streetlights cast their glory. For some reason, something felt odd, it was as if your brain was screaming, trying to alert you.

“Eddie, how long have we been sitting here?”

“Uh-I don’t know,” He flicked his wrist to view his watch, “It’s 5:40— if that makes it any better.”

5:40? You thought hard in your head about what you possibly forgot. Textbooks in your locker? No. Assignment due tomorrow? No. Going to Robin’s house? No. Sleepover? N-Yes.

“Fuck!” You loudly exclaimed, startling Eddie as you scrambled to stand up straight.

“What? What?” His eyes widened in fear, baffled by your troubled state.

“T-the sleepover!”

“Oh shit.”

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Fight or Flight?

Eddie Munson x Fem! reader

(not my gif)

description: Being an ex-cheerleader and now being friends with the 'freaks' don't mix well together. Things start to get out of hand when the cheerleaders you ditched confront you about your new personality and friends.

warnings: PHYSICAL VIOLENCE/FIGHTING! w/ Jason n cheerleaders, blood, swearing, angst, being bullied, slight mention of cheating, fluffy ending

WC: 4100+

“Do we all have to be here?” Mike whines over the loud chatter of students slowly gathering in the school gymnasium. Robin sighs and leans her head against your shoulder as you glance over at the members of the Hellfire Club who are sitting in front of you, Robin, Steve and Nancy.

Principle Higgins called everyone to gather at the gymnasium during the fifth period to discuss the upcoming plans of the school such as the basketball championships, prom and graduation. Nancy was glad that we got the seats right at the end of the row so we could dip out of here as soon as possible.

“Do you think he ever washes that tie?” Steve whispers as he eyes Higgins talking to a student. All your heads turn towards Higgins' direction, spotting the familiar brown suit, pink tie and black dress shoes. The most everyone saw Higgins in a ‘different’ attire was when he wore grey dress shoes.

“Do you think he ever washes that suit and tie? That’s the real question here,” Robin responds chuckling while nudging Steve.

Dustin turns around to face you guys with a sneaky smirk, “If you see sauce smeared on the left side of his pant pocket, then he hasn’t washed it in a week.”

Your brows furrow at Dustin’s sudden observation, “And how do you know that?” you ask suspiciously.

“Eddie over here-” Dustin nudges Eddie’s side, now earning his attention, “-'accidentally’ tripped in the cafeteria with pizza sauce on his fingers and coincidentally fell on Higgins,” Dustin remarks sarcastically. Eddie snorts remembering the incident. Robin tries her best to hold in her laughter while Nancy shakes her head not surprised by Eddie’s actions.

“Are you implying that I purposefully used him as a human napkin?” Eddie questions Henderson, confusion washes over Dustin’s face, “A wha-”

“Okay but he’s had to at least wash his pants from that incident, it would be absolutely disgusting if he didn't,” you chuckle in amusement, waiting for Higgins to turn around so you could see his left side.

“Wait, why did you have pizza s-”

Steve was cut off by Higgins loud introduction, “Good afternoon Hawkins High!”

The recognisable yet annoying voice halts your conversation; earning a quiet groan from the group, but was quickly replaced with quiet laughter and disgust as you all see the stain on his left pocket.

You’ve plaited at least four small parts of your hair during Higgins' introductory speech at this point, barely listening to his usual talk consisting of putting rubbish in the trash, respecting teachers and other shit that goes out from one ear to the other. Your eyes scan the gymnasium, observing how dirty and disgusting some of the things are in here. That was until your eyes landed on the large, fluffy head of curls sitting in front but slightly to your left. You and Eddie formed a really good friendship ever since you both met from Steve and Robin. Though you both did not have a lot in common, your personalities adjusted to each other pretty quickly. You started to find interest in his metal music, while he started to find interest in your soft rock/pop music. This infinite loop of constantly showing each other your likes eventually led up to you hanging in his trailer some nights and chilling. But the only time where you kept an interest to yourself was your interest in him. All the endless times you’ve spent with Eddie, have built your liking for him.

“Put your finger on this string-yeah, yeah-okay now-” Eddie’s fingers lightly moved your middle finger on the guitar fret. You couldn't help but stare at his face as he focused on getting your fingers in the right place; it was the way his big eyes fixated on the placement, his tongue poking out in concentration, and his eyes smiling when you got the right chord.

“You cannot be serious right now Eddie,” Your eyes widen as you hold the vinyl in Eddie’s trailer. He chuckled in response as he watched the excitement slowly escaping out of your body.

“No freaking way. Eddie Munson. Owning a Queen vinyl?” You laugh as you slap Eddie’s arm, “Not very metal of you,” You smirk.

He playfully pinches your arm, “I only got it because I know they’re your favourite band and you know- there’s actually some bangers in there,” he says with a shy smile on his face as he crosses his arms.

“I really am a good influence huh?” You ask nudging him.

“I guess that’s your only talent,” he responds with a teasing smile. You pinch his arm, earning a laugh from him.

“Time to get you into Madonna then!” You squeal.

“Oh fuck off.”

“Might as well make out with him right now,” Robin interrupts your train of thought as her eyes glance between you and Eddie. You elbow her arm, quickly looking around, hoping no one heard her. When you notice that everyone is still bored out of their minds, you exhale a sigh of relief. You roll your eyes and scowl at Robin, who has a sneering smirk painted on her face

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you whisper loud enough for the group to hear.

“Fuck my life,” You groan as you attempt to wave your hands under the hand dryer in an attempt to activate it. With a deep sigh, you brush your hands on your jeans, hoping that the wet patches would dry by the time you return. When you open the restroom door, you notice two familiar cheerleaders dangling by the entrance. The creaking of the door causes their heads to swivel in the same direction, their expressions lighting up as soon as they notice you.

“Hey Y/N!” Lily beams. She tries to link her arm with yours, but you rapidly pull your arm back. For a single second, her expression is offended, but it is swiftly masked by her deceptive and fraudulent smile. You're taken aback by Lily's unusual behaviour; you're used to hearing her snicker and gossip about you since you're an ex-cheerleader who ditched them for true friends. Obviously, you are aware that she is up to something shady, but you'll pretend to be intrigued.

“What?” You blatantly ask, crossing your arms. Lily shifts in her position for a short amount of time while alternating her attention between Rosy and you. You cut her off as she opens her lips to say anything.

“Quit the shit acting and get to point,” you spit out to the cheerleader. Lily scoffs, her true demeanour fully exposed, venom now filling her eyes as she scowls at you intently.

She takes a step closer to you, “Didn’t know you were such a bitch now,” she hisses back looking at you up and down. You scoff in response until you spot a figure in your peripheral vision. You turn around and see the one and only Jason Carver. You exhale deeply while clicking your tongue.

“Oh, so are you going to join your minions now?” you mockingly ask Jason who is slowly walking towards you. As Jason takes a step forward, Lily takes a step back, a disdainful smile visible on her face. Jason flashes a scornful grimace, his hands clasped together, his gaze trailing your form.

“What did they do to you? What did that cult leader do to you?” He whispers in fake sympathy, his eyes now meeting yours. His deceitful frown screams his dislike for your friends, particularly your relationship with the Hellfire Club. When the jocks and cheerleaders noticed you talking to Eddie Munson, shit got loose for you. That's when the bullying and snickering began. Though you never took it seriously, you could tell they had nothing better to do with their lives than gossip.

Instead of answering his question, you continue to hold the provoking eye contact. The presence of Jason's atmosphere drowned out the sound of Higgin's speech. It's the way he would suck out people's lives merely to have everything go his way to sustain his reputation.

“So you think you’re tough now?” His breath hits your face as he leans in closer, “What happened to the shy, little girl that used to always be scared of swearing and trouble?” His hands slowly reach up to brush your cheek. As he creeps closer, your breathing quickens as you gulp, averting your sight to the lockers near you.

Jason's lips twitch upwards, "There she is," he diabolically chuckles.

Your gaze returns to his, “You’re still the same dickhead that runs around looking for other girls to fuck while with Chrissy. Right Rosy?” you jeer at Jason, tilting your head to look at Rosy in the eye. You see her eyes expand in fright and Lily's eyes bulge out of her skull. That was before you were brutally thrown against the locker with a hand around your throat. Your head and back began to ache. Your hands struggle to pry Jason's hand away. Tears swirl around your eyes, blurring Jason's face which is barely inches away. Your chest rapidly rises and falls as you attempt to breathe as much air as possible.

“Aw look she’s crying,” Jason loudly laughs as his eyes continue to burn into yours, “Munson can’t save you now huh?” you watch Jason nod his head at Rosy, giving her a signal for something. His gaze meets yours one more before you feel a sharp jolt on your side torso. Rosy kicks you in the side and stomach with her heel. As you silently endure the never-ending agony, your tears coat Jason's palm that is still wrapped around your throat. The excruciating torment spreads like wildfire throughout your body. Jason then leans his body back before a punch lands on your cheek, causing you to yelp while feeling blood trickle from your nose and across your lip.

“This is what happens when you’re a freak!” Lily shouts in your ear. Anger swells up within your body, and you gulp hard, straining your throat even more. Jason tightens his grasp on your throat as you straighten your posture against the locker. Your eyes wince in pain. That was until you violently and ruthlessly thrust your knee into Jason's crotch. He shrieks in despair, his reflexes releasing your throat as he covers his crotch in agony with both hands. You then take a step back from the locker and Lily and Rosy. Their jaws drop open as they witness Jason groan in misery as he falls to the ground.,

Nancy glances over to your empty seat, then to the clock on the wall, “Is Y/N okay? She’s been gone for almost twenty minutes.”

Robin yawns and shakes her head, “I mean understandable, who would want to listen to this crap anyways?” she whispers back to Nancy.

Nancy shifts in her seat, “Should someone go check on her? I mean she doesn’t-”

A loud shush was sent by Dustin who was glaring at the two girls. They roll their eyes in response, “Well speaking of the bathroom, I’m going to go too,” Dustin whispers to his peers before getting up and heading towards the hallway doors.

You didn’t know what to do. Fight or flight? Your heart was saying to run away from them to avoid more injuries, but your brain wanted to fight them out of hatred. Your eyes rapidly pace between the girls and Jason. Rosy’s head snaps towards you, pure rage encompassing her entire behaviour. Her feet start quickly stomping towards you. You've never fought before since you're afraid of hurting people physically, but this impulsive feeling in you wanted to fight Jason's minions. And that's exactly what you did. Before she could pull your hair or do some sort of puny move, you quickly yet roughly push her back causing her to topple over Jason. You watch as her head slams on the floor, a bit too hard than what you intended. Oh shit. You didn’t want to cause serious harm obviously, but she lifted her head and started to cry in pain. Thank fuck, at least she's alive, you sigh in relief. You were so focused on Rosy that you didn't notice Lily coming at you with another swing. Her fist strikes the same cheek, prompting you to crash your back against the lockers.

“For fuck’s sake, you could’ve at least gone for the other cheek,” You groan in throbbing pain. Acting quickly, you impulsively strike your fist into her nose. Lily's loud shriek was like music to your ears, but the difference this time was that Lily was still going to fight back, unlike Rosy. Lily picks her handbag off the ground, which was packed with a lot of shit like her makeup. You could visibly see the sharp edges of the items projecting outside the skin of the bag. Before you could grasp her hair in some sort of defence, you hear a loud and terrifying shriek.

“Y/N?!” Dustin shouts in terror from the end of the hallway, observing Jason and Rosy on the floor. You and Lily’s heads turn towards Dustin, his eyes widen in pure horror as there was blood dripping down your faces. He could see the tension beginning to rise again, instead of stopping the fight he ran back to the gymnasium doors. Luckily, the doors were semi-see through and his group were sitting at the end of the row closest to the doors. Dustin was smart enough to obviously not barge in, causing a messier scene, but instead, he started to frantically wave his hands in the air silently screaming for help trying to get at least someone’s attention. Steve sees rapid movements in his peripheral vision, he looks towards the door and sees Dustin in pure distress and panic.

“G-guys- Uh Dustin,” Steve frantically says to the group, loud enough for most of the hellfire club to hear. Their heads turn towards the door and spot a startled Dustin trying to hysterically say something.

“What is he saying?” Robin asks as anxiety starts to rise within her.

“I don’t know!” Nancy whisper yells trying to read his lips that are just moving in every direction making it almost impossible. Mike starts aggressively but subtly waving his hands trying to say that no one is understanding what he’s saying. Dustin is almost in tears at this point from frustration and fear.

“Y/N,” Eddie says with clear panic in his voice. Without hesitation, Eddie immediately jumps out from his seat, leaving the rest of the group to cover for Eddie’s abrupt disappearance. Running down the corridor, he hears muffled voices along with the banging of the lockers.

“What happened Dustin?!” Eddie breathlessly shouts whilst running.

“I-I-A fight! Jason-L-lily!” Dustin can’t even say sentences because of the running back and forth and his distraught state.

“Jason?” Eddie says baffled. Eddie knows you haven't spoken to Jason since you left their group, so the sudden fight is unusual. As they round the corner, they see you standing in the middle of the corridor, your back facing them, Jason and Rosy still on the floor, and Lily crawling away from you on her back. You turn your head around as you hear shuffling behind you, spotting Eddie and Dustin. Dustin's expression of terror and disbelief reached Eddie. Eddie comes to a halt to examine the situation, particularly you. Lily was able to inflict a couple more blows on you after Dustin departed, leaving you with a split lip, a gash on your cheekbone, and a bloodier nose. It looked like a scene from a horror film, and Eddie and Dustin were your next victims.

“Eddie,” You mutter loud enough for him to hear. Your intimidating and reckless energy had dissipated, and it had been replaced with physical agony and regret. You were flustered and began to feel anxious as tears welled up in your eyes once more. The moment you called Eddie, he immediately ran over to you. His arms wrapped over your frail form. You cried into his chest and collapsed on your knees, dragging him with you. He saw the blood stains on your clothing and the cuts on your exposed flesh. Eddie saw his eyes warming up and his vision getting blurry.

“I’m s-sorry,” you manage to blurt out between sobs. He closes his eyes and continues to hold you in his arms, trying to relax your distraught figure.

“Don’t be sorry,” his lips whisper against your hair as his arms rub your back. Eddie blinks open his eyes again, noticing Jason and Rosy helping Lily up. Eddie's heart is shattered by vengeance. He removes you out of his grip and gets up, Dustin now holding you instead.

“What the fuck did you do Carver?” Eddie angrily exclaims as he slowly walks toward Jason.

Jason scoffs as he pushes Rosy behind him, “What did I do? What type of satanic ritual did you do to her? Suddenly she is like you-” Jason lingers towards Eddie, “-she fights, talks back and is a freak.”

Eddie nods his head, smirking, and clicks his tongue in delight, “Are you just scared that there’s another person jeopardising your ego?” Eddie harshly mutters, testing Jason’s water.

“How could the freaks jeopardise my ego?” Jason smiles, matching Eddie’s venomous tone whilst shifting his focus to you.

“Then how big would your ego be if you had a crooked nose?”

Jason’s brows furrow as his head tilts in confusion, “Wha-”

Eddie cuts Jason off with a solid and direct punch to Jason’s nose. The gasps of you, Dustin and the cheerleaders are heard as Jason grips his bloody nose howling in astonishing pain.

“Now, imagine just telling your friends that the freak broke your nose,” Eddie laughs in his face. Jason continues to cover his nose, not responding to Eddie.

“Is that not jeopardising enough?” Eddie lifts his fists up again, “Should I do mo-”

“N-no-s-stop-ple-please.” Jason holds his hands up in surrender, blood continuing to flow like a stream out his nose. Eddie maniacally laughs at the sight of Jason.

“Never thought I'd be saying this-" Eddie clears his throat, "-but thanks to you, Carver, my ego is at an all-time fuckin’ high right now," He loudly applauses himself, “Now that you've got me marked on your face, show it off to your friends for me, will ya?” Eddie gets in one last punch to Jason’s cheek, sending him to the floor.

Lily and Rosy whimper in fear before running off, leaving Jason behind. Jason with no hesitation takes off behind them before disappearing out of your sight.

Eddie huffs with ease as they are nowhere to be seen. He notices you and Dustin gaping at him in disbelief. You were astounded by how well he handled it. When Eddie catches your stunned expression, he lets out a huge sigh and gives you a crooked smile.

“C’mon,” he whispers before putting his arms under you. He gives you a bridal boost and leads you into the closest restroom. Eddie instructs Dustin to rejoin the group before the teachers grow suspicious and begin looking for them. Eddie places you on the sink and locks the bathroom door with a swift motion. You watch as he snatches toilet paper right away and wets it before dabbing it on your cheek's dried blood. Silence is punctuated by the damp noises of the tissue sliding against your skin. It's impossible to look away from Eddie. His wide brown eyes are fixed on you, and despite the wrath and sadness that still remains in them, you can see the tenderness he feels for you. His frizzed hair is tousled and distressed like his current state, and his damaged knuckles are resting on your waist.

However, you think about how he always puts you first in his life. His caring and affectionate side always making sure you’re okay and healthy, this is what also started your feelings for him. Eddie constantly displayed his loving side to you; he never once displayed aggression, not even on a little scale. He prioritises you in his life and has always appreciated you, giving you hope that he would reciprocate your feelings. Eddie has so much good in him that no one else has ever seen, but you. You smile to yourself and think, ha, you're special to him.

“Why are you smiling?” He asks with a small grin on his face as he grabs another damp tissue and starts wiping your lip.

“Because I’m special to you,” You snicker with a teasing smile.

Eddie's expression meshes with bewilderment, "I-I mean, of course, you are." The silence returns, his arm still holding your waist and the sole source of attention being the wet feeling on your cheek.

"Am I special to you?" The stillness was disturbed by his voice. You sit there dumbfounded. With no answer in your head coming to mind, you murmur an inaudible response to his query, not even understanding what you said.

“Come again?” He raises his brow and stares you in the eyes, still waiting for an answer. You clamp your lips as you feel an impulsive sensation in your gut; it's now or never.

“I like you, Eddie,” you blurt out.

You feel his fingers tremble upon your cheek, he puts down the tissue and hesitantly shifts his gaze from your eyes to the sink. You start to chew your bottom lip as you hoped he looked hesitant because he wasn't sure if you meant it platonically or romantically. Eddie’s hand still rested on your waist while you nervously fiddle with your fingers waiting for a response. A few seconds of stillness in the restroom started to slowly strain your heart.

“No-” you gulp, you shift your body under his touch as you feel your nerves returning, “I like-like you,” you mumble releasing a heavy breath. His eyes meet yours instantaneously, your pulse begins to tremble as you feel embarrassment rise in your cheeks. You begin twisting a strand of your hair as you glance between the restroom stalls and his intimidating stare, the bathroom deafeningly quiet as neither of you speaks.

“L-look it’s okay if you don’t f-feel the same way, I-I just thoug-no felt like it was the right time to say my feelings. And it’s perfectly-it’s ‘A’ okay if you don’t like me back, I just couldn’t hold it in for much longer and I-”

“Can I kiss you?” His raspy voice softly interrupts, his eyes dart from your bruised lip and your eyes. Your entire body becomes stiff. Fingers come to an abrupt halt. Your respiration rate accelerates as blood flows to your head. Your entire mind was flooded with a sense of confusion and satisfaction mingled with relief. Eddie gently chuckles as he watches all fifty expressions play out on your face. You slowly crack a sheepish smile and stifle a giggle that released all your buried anxieties. Nodding your head, that infectious smile of yours reflected onto his lips. He places his other hand on your torso, gently leaning closer until he tenderly touches your lips. Your eyelids flutter shut, and instead of the darkness behind your closed eyes, you're met with the illumination and vibrant fondness of your heart. The hope you tucked away exploded throughout your body, the butterflies in your stomach erupting with each passing second. He begins to move his mouth meticulously against yours, trying not to hurt you. As you both melt into each other, you suddenly remember the state you’re in and the events that just occurred. Picturing Jason’s pleading face paints your mind. You start giggling against his lips and place your arm on his shoulder pressing him back. He watches you continue to laugh as you hide your mouth. He blinks at you and cracks a half smile, his mouth opening slightly in perplexity.

“You alright?” He asks, his face sporting a confused grin as he begins to slowly laugh with you, still clueless.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath in, holding in your laughter. Nope. You couldn’t. You snort and your laughter begins to bounce off the tiles of the bathroom.

“I-it was Jason’s face! W-when he was begging you to stop!” you manage to say between chuckles. Eddie remembers that exact moment. He pushes his tongue to the roof of his mouth to prevent his laughter, but as the frightened and petrified image of Jason pops up in his head he couldn’t help but burst into laughter too, matching your loud and chesty laugh.

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Unconfessed yet reciprocated (Traitor pt.2)

(not my gif)

Eddie Munson x gn! reader

PART 2 (final part) to 'Traitor'

Description: Eddie reveals the intentions of his actions in the upside down and the real truth as to why he risked his life.

Warnings: Mention of near-death experience, trauma, upside down, swearing, angst but fluff ending :)

WC: 2540

A/N: Sorry it took a while for pt.2! life just hasn't been the greatest :D Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this ending! I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!

Dustin awkwardly gulps amidst the awkward tension in the trailer. Not knowing how to react or what to say, his head slowly turns to Eddie who is sitting on the couch still visibly fuming. His hands are balled into fists, his eyes red and his deep breathing can be heard in the dead silence. Eddie’s eyes rapidly look at Dustin, causing Dustin to quickly avert his gaze towards his bedroom door where you lay behind. Dustin chews on his bottom lip to stop himself from saying anything or doing something that might continue to anger Eddie. Instead, Eddie abruptly stands up and stomps into his bathroom, banging the door shut. Dustin sighs with relief as he hears the shower turn on. He walks towards the bedroom door and quietly knocks.

“Hey, can I come in?” He softly asks. As he waits for a response, he hears shuffling behind the door coming closer. The door slightly opens allowing Dustin to see half your face. Dustin’s expression softens as he observes your puffy, red eyes and red cheeks.

You sigh before allowing him to come in. Dustin walks in and sits on Eddie’s floor as the mattress still lies in the living room. You lower yourself on a squeaky stool beside Dustin and sit in silence.

“How’re your wounds?”

“Not as painful as before.”

Dustin nods in response before looking around Eddie’s room, noticing multiple posters, an acoustic guitar, magazines and a Polaroid hanging on the wall above his bed frame. A photo of you sitting on Eddie’s lap with your cheek against his as you both smile widely. Dustin recalls that night when the whole group had a sleepover at the Wheeler’s. It was when everyone noticed you both had a thing for each other and it was just constant teasing that night. No one knew what you and Eddie were till this day, and neither did you both. No confession has yet taken place. Instead, you both continued to hang out as if you were a couple. Always hugging, holding hands, being flirty, getting high and just being in each other’s presence. You’ve always seen Eddie as your love, but an ‘unofficial’ love. You’ve been waiting for his confession. You wanted it to come from him, because what if you were overthinking? What if he just wants a platonic relationship?

“I-is he-do y-you love him?” Dustin breaks the silence, his gaze moves from the Polaroid to meet your tired eyes.

“When have I never? I’ve been in love with him f-for so long.”

Dustin nods, “A-are you ever going to tell him?”

“With everything that just happened, I think it’s best not to.”

His brows furrow in confusion, “Why is that?”

”I don’t think our feelings will ever be the same anymore, especially after t-this,” your arms flail in the air as your eyes scan the dark, gloomy surroundings, with only the lamp on Eddie’s table being the source of light. Dustin licks his lips, trying to think of a response. He knew what you were trying to say. After this whole situation with the upside down and you and Eddie’s near-death experience, it will undoubtedly alter the dynamic of your relationship. You were scared that the happiness you felt whenever you’d look at Eddie will eventually turn into trauma and guilt. You didn’t want to lose your feelings of love through the slow and agonising pain of trauma, which lead you to question the state of your relationship with him. Do I just leave him? Or do we just slowly drift apart? The bedroom door opens with force, a shirtless Eddie with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still damp. You and Dustin jump back by the sudden and abrupt interruption.

“How will it not be the same anymore?” Eddie asks lowly. He had been hearing this entire talk, yet none of you noticed. You turn your head away from Eddie, looking at the Polaroid once again. The deafening silence takes over, Dustin looks down at his feet as he sits in between you both.

“We won’t be like t-that anymore,” your voice cracks in between, still staring at the photo that held all the unforgettable memories and euphoric bliss of emotions. Eddie’s eyes follow your gaze, realising what you were staring at. He vividly remembers that night. The way none of you were hiding, no anger, no guilt and no fear, just love. The way your eyes would sparkle when you stare at him, the way your hands would roam around his hair, the way you would melt into his arms and the way you would give up everything just for him. Looking at the photo itself emits the love that is strongly present, which is why Eddie hung it. His eyes along with his heart soften. His eyes become glassy from the realisation. It felt like he ruined everything good. He reminisced the best times of his life which were all shared with you. You meant everything to him and now questioning whether it would ever be the same broke Eddie.

“I-it can. We c-can try,” the desperation in his voice caused a lump in his throat urging to be released.

You look at him noticing the change in his expression, “Not after everything that just happened.”

Eddie’s eyes rapidly scan the entire room, he was losing his mind just thinking about losing you. He couldn’t bear the thought of not having you in his arms or talking to you. It felt impossible to him. His hands began to tremble.

You continue, “I’m just scared that whenever I think of you, I’m no longer going to feel the butterflies in my stomach o-or my heart beating like it was the first time I fell in love. Instead, it’s going to be full of pain. The pain from almost watching your death, from the bats, from when I saw that look in your eyes, and from the fact that you’re ungrateful that I saved your life.”

“I never said I was ungrateful.”

“It’s not what you said. It’s how you reacted,” You passively aggressively reply, “W-Why did you leave Dustin and me? Why didn’t you run away with us?” You ask with despair in your voice, hoping to find the truth. Eddie starts fiddling with the rings on his fingers as he tries to respond back. His mouth quivers as he looks toward the ground.

“I-it’s fucking stupid,” He responds, wiping his eyes as guilt torments his mind.

“It mustn’t be if you were willing to die Ed-”

“It is!” He raises his voice, anger seething into his words. You feel the tension seep into your throat keeping you silent.

“I j-just-fuck!” Eddie bangs his fists into the door causing objects on a table beside it to wobble. You hear Eddie breathing heavily. He walks out into the hallway and then back into his room. Your eyes stare at the carpet. Eddie’s figure appears in your peripheral vision, right beside the door once again. He leans against the door and stays silent for a few minutes.

“I wanted to prove to myself that I can do more and help,” he manages to quietly mutter out. Your head lifts up to look at him. His eyes were already on you.

Your eyebrows furrow, “You were already helping by causing a distraction, Eddie.”

“Yes. But it wasn’t enough.”

At this point, you were very, very confused.

“I-I mean um…what are you trying to say?” you ask with confusion.

“If we all ran away, the bats would’ve eventually got to Victor Creel’s house right?”

“Y-yeah…”

“We can’t just let Steve, Nancy and Robin fend for themselves against the bats while they were already dealing with Vecna.”

You remain silent. He was right and you knew that, you instantly understood where he was coming from, but you still did not understand why he had to do it alone. Although you eventually saved him by a second from death, what if you didn’t? What if you didn’t recognise that look in his eyes? What would’ve happened if you didn’t help?

“But-but why did you have to do it alone though? I know to protect Dustin and I but still. Just tell me why.”

Eddie gulps and takes a deep breath, still fidgeting with his rings. He didn’t want to sound stupid to you.

“I just didn’t want to run away, and would you look at that-“ he lightly chuckles trying to find some sort of humour, “I didn’t run away this time, right? I wanted to feel like some sort of- I don’t know, hero?”

Your confused anger turns into sympathy. Suddenly you felt guilty. Guilty not knowing that Eddie was suffering on his own, drowning in his own thoughts and accusations. You were aware that Eddie was perpetually self-conscious about his reputation in Hawkins, but you didn’t think it would get the best of him. It must’ve got him ever since he’s been labelled as a murderer.

“Eddie-”

He interrupts you, ”It sounds stupid and cringy as shit. B-but- at least I’ve done something good right? Although not in this reality but in another dimension, in another Hawkins. And plus if I was to lose you, I would’ve lost…me. Y-you’re like everything to me, and I mean that. I had to put myself out there to not lose you or Dustin.”

Eddie’s eyes glisten. Your heart wrenches at his confession, a part of you felt joyful yet sad. Joyful that he feels the same way, but sad that he also risked his life for his love for you.

“N-no-Eds-If you think about it, y-you have helped in our Hawkins too and-”

“Think about what? There’s nothing good I’ve done in this reality. I have helped no one in this reality!” Eddie exclaims in distress.

You feel your eyes sting once again, “Y-you have helped so many people! You have helped the ‘losers’ feel seen again! You don’t shut them out and continue making them feel like one. You even made a club for D&D lovers and you don’t understand how much the members love it. You make them feel so excited every session because of how creative and passionate you are about your campaigns. Dustin, Mike and Lucas always- and I mean always, ramble on about how great your campaigns are. A-also, you’re in a band! You’re the lead guitarist and vocalist and without you, there wouldn’t be a corroded coffin! You also make the secret jock-haters admire you because you’re the one verbally shouting their thoughts and feelings for them!” You stop to take a deep breath, “You make the people who aren’t physically seen, emotionally seen.”

You bite your lower lip, trying to hold back the flood of emotions that will erupt in a split second as your mind begins to fog. Dustin sniffs and wipes his eyes as he acknowledges the authentic and unfiltered sensations in your tone and words. He was also pleased that you said the truth, which Eddie had always denied hearing.

You continue, “Y-you’ve h-helped me Eddie. You make me feel loved. Y-you make me feel these ecstatic emotions I cannot even explain because i-it’s unexplainable,” you sigh as you glance at the Polaroid and back to Eddie, “It’s something I only experience whenever I’m with you. Only you. You’re all I think about and it’s made me realise how lucky I am to have such an amazing person like you in my life. It’s hard to not fall in love with you because you’re special to me. A different special,” Although your voice cracked a million times throughout and uncontrollable tears continue to fall. You feel a sense of relief as you’ve finally said what you’ve been wanting to say for so long. But it’s the guilt in your heart for not saying it earlier because maybe Eddie wouldn’t be too harsh on himself if he knew how you and the others felt. You try to swallow the lump in your throat but instead your hands cover your face as you choke out a sob. Your mind is going crazy, you don’t know what to feel, all these overwhelming emotions are just colliding with one another, resulting in your brain just giving up and crying. The sound of Eddie’s feet shuffling against the carpet comes closer to you. You suddenly feel his warm embrace. The feeling of him against you causes you to bawl more. You wrap your arms around his bare back and continue to cry against his chest. All you want is this, but without the guilt and trauma that is lingering in the back of your head. You want to feel the same as before, but it’s hard. Eddie misses this feeling with you, he undoubtedly and wholeheartedly still loves you but there’s this pint of shame haunting him. He starts kissing the top of your head until his tears start flowing down his cheeks and wetting your hair.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Eddie’s lips whisper against your head in agony as his fingers tremble against your back.

He loosens his embrace but his hands are still on your waist as he leans back to look at you, “We can make it the same again. I promise. Please,” You hear the pain and anguish in his hoarse tone, “W-we can heal through this trauma together. If we g-go through it alone then it’ll be even worse. We desperately need each other,” His words stumbling upon one another as he leans his forehead against yours, “I desperately need you,” he whispers. Your lip quivers, feeling the butterflies in your stomach that you thought you wouldn’t feel again. Your eyes catch the glimpse of hope in his eyes that he wishes you could see. The idea of Eddie being lonely is the last thing you would want to happen, and you won’t ever make it happen.

You softly press your lips against his, perfectly melting into each other as if it was meant to be. The stiffness of Eddie’s shoulders is relieved as he brings your body right against his to deepen the kiss. You run your hands through his hair, completely forgetting about Dustin who is right beside you. Your lips continue to savour every need, passion and love you've both been waiting to express. Despite the fact you both almost witnessed each other’s death, it was the unconfessed yet reciprocated love you both had for one another that saved your lives.

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Traitor

Eddie Munson x gn! reader

(not my gif)

Description: Eddie's sudden change of heart in the upside down results in you trying to save him from the demobats.

Warnings: BLOOD!, mentions of death, near-death experience (but NO DEATH), wounds, swearing, demobats, being in the upside down, ST4 plot (kinda?), MAINLY ANGST!

WC: 2040

A/N: I'm probably (?) going to make a pt.2 but idk how soon though. also excuse the mistakes in this bc I have barely proof read it 💔(I will fix them up soon)

PART 2 - 'Unconfessed yet reciprocated'

Your eyes meet Eddie's, but there was something off as you notice a change in his demeanour as he was attempting to lift himself back through the portal. He halts his ascent and looks at you with loving yet sorry eyes. It hit you like a brick, you knew what he was going to do.

"Don't you fucking do it,"You shout tearfully at Eddie, tears welling up in your eyes knowing he won’t listen to you.

Dustin realises Eddie’s intentions and starts shouting at him to come back. Eddie stays silent, looking back and forth between you and Dustin. But all Eddie could hear were the screeches of the bats and the banging of his trailer doors.

“Please. Eddie. Do it for me, please. Don't do it!" You sob as your tears quickly fall. Eddie's eyes glisten as he watches you cry hysterically. You were unsure of the cause of his sudden shift in heart and intentions. All you wanted was for him to listen and cross the portal.

“I’m sorry.”

He leaps off the rope and uses his homemade spear to cleanly slice it; pushing the mattress to stop you both from plunging back in.

“NO!” You and Dustin scream.

As you see his figure quickly leave your field of vision, you wail in despair and anguish. You knew Eddie was going to die. With tears streaming from his eyes, Dustin cries in desperation. The last thing he wanted was for any of his friends to die, especially Eddie. He recently got closer to him and enjoyed his comfort.

Your thoughts are already occupied with anxiety, to keep Eddie safe, you had to take action. You were aware that Eddie lacked the stamina and strength necessary to defeat the demobats. Eddie was only skilled at playing D&D and the guitar.

Guitar.

You didn’t have much experience with the guitar but Eddie’s taught you the ‘only’ metal song you like, ‘Iron Man’ by Black Sabbath.

“Stay here Dustin.”

“WHAT?” He shouts in response. He holds your wrist to stop you from doing whatever you’re thinking of doing.

“I have to do this for Eddie. Please,” you say trying to hold back your sob. Dustin's eyes crinkle as he starts crying. He's never been more terrified; he doesn't want to lose Eddie or you or both. However, he was aware that you wouldn't abandon Eddie, and Dustin would do the same if he were in your shoes. As he wipes his tears, Dustin releases his grip on your wrist.

“Just stay here okay?” You softly tell Dustin. He nods in response.

You look down into the portal and jump straight in, luckily not injuring yourself but only getting the air knocked out of your lungs. You quickly exit the trailer in an effort to find Eddie. Your eyes catch a glimpse of Eddie riding a bike as forcefully as he could away from the bats. You and Eddie were both in life-or-death situations, but you were willing to accept death if it meant saving Eddie.

You find the ladder on the side of the trailer and hurriedly climb on it. As your feet make it to the top, you find Eddie still biking but you see the struggle in the way his body is moving from side to side, that was until he got knocked off by the bats.

“No. No. No,” you whisper to yourself, you quickly find Eddie’s guitar that was laying down from when he played not too long ago. Putting the guitar strap over your shoulder, you see the bats starting to swarm around Eddie.

Your shoulders tense in fear. Your fingers fiddle against the strings before quickly shutting your eyes and strumming the first power chord as hard as you could.

"Come for me, assholes!" You shout with your whole chest as a few tears slip from your eyes. Eddie's head quickly turns to look in your direction. When he saw you standing on top of the trailer, his blood ran cold. The bats began to slow down around him as their focus shifted to you. Eddie's fear turned into rage. He put his life in danger so you wouldn't die, but now you're about to be demolished by bats.

You continue to painfully and powerfully strum the main riff of ‘Iron Man’ as you see the swarm of bats heading towards your way. Their screeches grow louder and louder. You were prepared to die at this point. There was no one who could save you, and there was no way out. You were doing this to save your friends and, more importantly, your love Eddie. You blissfully reminisce the unforgettable moments you shared with Eddie. Getting high, braiding his hair, cuddling him to sleep, and listening to him ramble on about D&D and Ozzy Osbourne. Though, these thoughts lasted less than two seconds before you were struck by a bat.

“NO!” Eddie's terrifying screams can be heard. You squeal in agonising pain, clutching your arm and letting the guitar dangle from your shoulder. You grab the guitar and hold it by the neck with all your strength, and despite the pain, you manage to hit a few bats with it before one wraps its tail around your neck.

You fall back and gasp for air. Your arm tries to rip the tail off your neck, but a sharp pain on your side stops you, then another in your calf. Your mind begins to blur as you watch a bat fly toward your face. You close your eyes waiting for the pain, but instead, you hear loud simultaneous wails and a thud. No longer feeling pressure around your neck, you start heavily gasping for air. You open your eyes to see the bodies of the bats, presumed dead on the trailer's roof and on the grass. Pain immediately distracts your thoughts. You slowly raise your head and look down. You notice blood slowly oozing out of you and large patches of blood. Not as bad as you expected. Though you were still in bad shape, you observe a hole in your shirt and flesh ripped from your side. Looking down at your calve, all you see is a deep bite mark. At least, they didn't rip your flesh off. You touch your neck and don't feel any blood, but you do feel tenderness; thank goodness. You sit up and observe the dead bats.

“Y/n! Y/n!” Eddie desperately calls your name. He expected a pool of blood given the number of bats surrounding you, however, it wasn't as much as he expected, but it was still bad. He rushes up to you and notices the gaping gash on your torso and the bite on your calve. He breathes a sigh of relief. Although you were terribly injured, you were not going to die as a result of it. You stare at his eyes, which dart back and forth between your wounds before meeting yours. You were expecting at least some reassurance from Eddie but instead, you were met with his bitter words.

“What the fuck was that for?” He clenches his jaw and looks at you with rage in his eyes. Although you expected his rage, you did not expect it so soon.

His abrupt attitude surprised you. "I should be the one asking you that!" you scoff in the same enraged tone and look away for a second before returning your gaze to him. Your outburst tensed your stomach, triggering your wound. You grunt in pain, pressing your hand against the gash. Eddie notices your distress and unties the bandana from his head, wrapping it around your calve first. He then rips a piece of his shirt and wraps it around your torso, leaving him in an almost cropped hellfire shirt.

“Thanks,” you mutter as he finishes wrapping up your torso. Once he finishes his hands drop to his sides and then rub his face.

“You could’ve died,” he plainly states staring off into the distance. Your eyes then gaze down at your feet.

“You too.”

“Okay, but I needed to y/n. We needed to distract them from the othe-“

“I understand that but I don’t get why you had to do it alone when I could’v-“

“Stop!” Eddie harshly interrupts, now staring at you. You both sit in silence as anger starts bubbling in you.

“Stop what Eddie?! Stop telling you the truth that could have saved your life? You-you could’ve- no you WERE going to die if I didn’t help!” Tears are already falling from your eyes, the sob in your throat being released as you recall the moment of him leaving you and Dustin.

You continue through your cries, “I was about to w-watch your death!”

“Don’t act like I wasn’t going to watch yours!” Eddie shouts at you. He'd never shouted at you, but tears were already streaming down his cheeks.

His mouth quivers, “I thought I watched you die! I watched you fall and I couldn’t see your figure anymore by the number of bats circling your body on top of that trailer!”

You avoid his gaze and stay silent.

“You’re lucky you’re alive,” he whispers as his voice trembles. He grabs your arm and puts it around his shoulder, lifting you up.

Somehow he was able to get you down the ladder and through the portal after comforting Dustin who was weeping to himself rocking back and forth.

As you and Eddie made it through the portal, there was a silence between all of you. Dustin felt this tension but didn’t question it, instead, he tended to you and Eddie’s wounds.

“This is going to hurt okay?” Dustin cautions you as he holds the antiseptic wipe in his hand. You take a deep breath in and nod. Dustin starts wiping your wound, you throw your head against the couch and squeeze your eyes shut. You groan in pain as the stinging continues to grow. Dustin finishes you up and applies a new bandage on you.

“Okay you’re up next,” Dustin turns around and faces Eddie.

“I’ll do it myself,” he replies annoyed.

“Um I don’t think tha-“

“I said I’ll do it myself,” Eddie’s voice rises as he interrupts Dustin.

“Just let the boy do it, Eddie. He knows what he’s doing,” you reply in a vicious tone, annoyed at Eddie’s attitude. You don’t get why he kept denying Dustin’s help when he literally needed it. This was the first time you and Eddie talked to each other since on top of the trailer.

“Who are you to say that?” Eddie questions you.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Did you know what you were doing back there?”

Oh, he got on your last nerve. He took all of your patience away. You both were glaring intensely at each other. After everything that happened, he did not show any sympathy or grace after saving his life but instead he’s mad at you for it?

“What the fuck are you on Munson?” You bitterly ask as your back lifts off the couch.

You continue, “Actually, I did know what I was doing. I was saving your fucking life. But now you’re getting mad at me when you’re the one who left us?” You were so red from the anger you had within you.

You let out a small chuckle, “I-I didn’t want you to die but you’re making me feel like I’m the one at fault here. Don’t get me wrong Eddie, I will never regret saving your life, but it’s like you want me to.”

“So go fuck yourself, Munson.”

You stand up and storm off limping into his room and shutting his door with a loud bang. You sit on a stool beside his bed frame letting all the tears out, just wondering why he wasn’t grateful for you saving his life.

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Hairbrush

Eddie Munson x gn! reader

(not my gif)

description: literally waking up with Eddie by your side

warnings: swearing, kissing, the whole thing is just fluff lmao

wc: 900

A hand caressing your upper thigh awakens you up from your deep slumber. As you open your drowsy eyes, you're faced with wide, brown eyes staring back at you. You flinch in fear, only to realise it's your boyfriend being dumb.

“The fucks wrong with you?” You tiredly groan, rubbing your eyes.

“Sorry sweetheart didn’t mean to scare you,” he softly chuckles back, softly pulling you by the waist, pressing you against his chest. You feel his lips press against the crown of your head as his hands start to rub your waist.

You raise your head to face Eddie. His long unkempt hair is unruly and teased as usual. His lips are chapped and dry. And his facial stubble is poking through his skin.

“Like what you’re seeing there?” Eddie teases with his brow raised.

You roll your eyes at his comment, “Of course I do,” you respond in a loving yet sarcastic manner. You softly caress his face, from his cheek to his jawline, then sliding over his growing stubble. Eddie leans forward, pecking your forehead and continues to kiss down your face, then nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.

“I need to shave,” he mumbles against your neck, feeling the vibration of his voice.

“You don’t want to grow it out?” You ask.

“Gotta keep up the young handsome looks of a future rock star,” He replies.

“Hm. You mean trying to be ‘the’ Eddie Van Halen of Hawkins huh?” You sarcastically remark.

He playfully scoffs against your neck and looks up at you, “I am not. Although we are both Eddie’s, we both have long hair, we play the guitar, we are both in bands…” His voice starts to trail off into a whisper as he realises the endless similarities between him and Van Halen. You chuckle and give him a smirk.

“The point is, I-um” he stutters forgetting what he was going to say, “He-no I-“

You burst out laughing. Watching Eddie try his utmost best to reason with you was rather endearing from your perspective. You can tell how hard he's actually thinking by the many expressions on his face as if he's got the response and then doesn't.

“I’m just messing with you Eddie,” you say between giggles. You ruffle his hair, making the mess even messier. You free yourself from his grip and get out of bed. Eddie follows you, his arms stretched above his head. Spotting your hairbrush on his bedside table, you stretch it out to him.

“For that,” you say whilst pointing at his chaotic hair. He pretends to be insulted by placing his hands on his hips and leaning to one side. Eddie loves mocking you and especially the way you stand at any given moment.

Your brows raise as you squint your eyes at him. You push the hairbrush against his chest. He gives a cheeky smile and grabs the hairbrush. Instead of actually brushing his hair, he puts it down and stares at you for a few seconds in the same stance.

Feeling a bit awkward, “Uhhh what ar-“

You’re harshly interrupted by Eddie attacking your sides with his fingers. You yelp and start slapping his arms attempting to stop him. He pushes you back onto the bed. Your back against the mattress as he climbs on top of you and continues to tickle you.

“Ed-d-eddie! P-please-s-s-stop!” You loudly shriek. Laughter continues to fall out of your mouth and Eddie starts to calm down a little bit. You’re out of breath. Eddie is still on top of you, widely smiling at your messy hair and distraught figure. He gives you one final poke on your waist and leans down to give you a deep kiss. His arms lay by the sides of your head. You rest your hands on his shoulders. However, you swiftly pull away, causing Eddie to appear perplexed.

“Ed’s, I’m still out of breath,” you laugh while taking deep breaths to gather your composure.

“Oh sorry,” he apologises with a chuckle. He wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you up with him so now you’re both standing up. You throw your arms around his waist and give him a tight, loving hug. The feeling of engulfing Eddie is something you’re never going to get tired of, and so is he. He absolutely cherishes your hugs as he feels the affection and adoration poured out into them, making his heart swell. He feels like the luckiest man on earth whenever he’s with you. You finally glance up at Eddie, his beautiful eyes look down at yours. A small smile creeps up on your face, feeling the same tenderness in your heart from when you first met him. You lean up and give him a quick peck on the lips.

“I’m going to make breakfast,” you say before letting go of Eddie and making your way to the kitchen.

“Wait,” he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away. You turn to look at him. A sneaky grin is seen across his face. Puzzlement washes your face, unaware of his intentions. He extends his hand out towards you with your hairbrush.

“For that,” he states with a mischievous smile, pointing at the state of your messy hair from his recent attack.

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edddimun · 2 years

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Misinterpreted Love

Eddie Munson x fem! reader

(not my gif)

Description: Having fun with your friends at the fair sounded like a decent night, but that wasn't until one of their plans was to get you and Eddie together.

PURE FLUFF! the tiniest bit of angst but mainly fluff!

Warnings: Umm none

Word count: 4523 (I'm so sorry)

A/N: I just want to thank everyone for the love on my first fanfic 'Fake Animosity' (posted on my second blog @edddimun) - i might do a part 2 that's just going to be fluff (if u rllyyyy want it just lmk)

Tonight, the group’s plan is to attend the Fourth of July fair. A few challenges were made amongst the group that need to be completed tonight. Lucas and Mike made a bet between themselves to see who would win the most prizes for their girlfriend. Steve and Robin are on the mission to try and find the love of their lives. Max, El and Will were determined to eat as many corndogs as they can. But you? You were there to have fun, but you would be lying if you said that was your main goal. You were there to spend more time with Eddie- who was surprisingly coming.

Dustin was aware of your feelings for Eddie, though you’ve never admitted it. But what you didn’t know was Eddie’s liking towards you too. And guess what? Dustin knew that too. When he heard that you and Eddie were coming along to the fair, Dustin was ecstatic. He knew he had to do something between you two. He was sick and tired of you and Eddie babbling to Dustin about each other, and he was especially exhausted from both of you being obstinate and refusing to acknowledge your sentiments to Dustin when he asked.

“Eddie do you like her or not? The way you gawk at her whenever she’s around is so obvious that you do! and the way you talk about her hair-”

“Dustin Henderson!” Eddie loudly interrupts him at the lunch table. The group shared scared glances amongst themselves.

“I will shut your mouth up for you if you don’t stop talking about it. Right. now.” Eddie harshly whispers to Dustin while pointing at him with an almond between his thumb and index finger.

Dustin nods and looks down. Silence fills the air as everyone avoids Eddie’s gaze.

“Well…you didn’t deny it-AH!”

An almond suddenly slaps Dustin on the cheek making him groan in pain. He looks at Eddie, who is shooting daggers with his eyes. Dustin immediately looks away.

“Um-so-uh, these mash potatoes are really nice today…” Dustin hesitantly says rubbing his cheek while playing with the watery, slimy mash. They really weren’t.

You sat in your car watching the D&D members walk out of the school along with Eddie following behind them. You were there to pick up Dustin as he wanted to visit Steve at Family Video store.

Dustin spots your car and walks towards you, waving goodbye to the rest of the members. You see Eddie look in your direction, making eye contact with you. He gives a small smile.

Returning your smile, the car door opens, “Hey! Thanks for coming to-”

“His hair looks so soft today,” You cut him off, still watching Eddie as he’s now entering his van. You look back at Dustin who’s sitting on the passenger seat with his brows furrowed and arms crossed looking at you with a blank expression.

“Sorry, what were you-”

“Do you like Eddie?” You lift an eyebrow as you look at Dustin. The idea of Dustin being serious was something you had never seen. He was attempting to be intimidating, but you thought it was cute.

A smile creeps up on your face, “You’re so cute when you’re serious Dustin!”

You ruffle his hair while chuckling, “Answer my question!” He groans. You really didn’t want to deny nor confess your feelings, but instead, you heard the radio playing your new favourite Queen song. Perfect timing you thought. You turn the volume up as loud as you could, making Dustin groan in agony.

“WOOOOO-I WANT TO BREAK FREE! SORRY DUSTIN I CAN’T HEAR YOU RIGHT NOW! THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG!” You yell over the top of the music as Dustin covers his ears with his hands. He hates your guts right now. But he’s also content that you also didn’t deny the question.

So what was Dustin’s goal tonight?

To get you and Eddie to confess your feelings to each other.

Steve loudly clasps his hands together gathering the attention of the group, “Okay let me set some things straight before I let you all go.” The younger ones groan.

“Don’t whine at me. Otherwise, I won’t give you extra money to play more games. Anyways, you kids better not leave the fair at any time unless you’re with one of us,” he says pointing towards himself and the older ones aka you, Nancy, Eddie and Robin.

He huffs and points his hands towards the entrance letting them go, watching the younger ones run but Dustin.

“Dustin, why are you still here?” Steve asks confused.

“I want to hang out with you guys tonight. I feel like you guys are more fun than the others,” Dustin lies in hopes of Steve letting him stay with them.

As Steve opens his mouth to protest against it, “You are more than welcome to stay with us Dustin!” You say with enthusiasm. Steve closes his mouth.

“Yeah see! You guys can spend more time with me now,” Dustin exclaims with a cheeky smile. His plan is off to a good start.

“Whoa, aren’t we so lucky?” Eddie mumbles sarcastically as he does jazz hands. He spends enough time with Dustin as it is and the fact that he’s going to be with you guys the whole night is throwing him off because now Eddie is going to have less time alone with you.

Dustin rolls his eyes, “Excus-“

“Let’s go get some food first yeah? So everyone’s happy?” You say with a nod, hoping that food will lighten up the mood of the boys. The boys exchanged glances amongst themselves. Dustin looks at you with pursed lips, silently nodding his head in agreement. A wide smile spreads across your face while looking at the boys. Eddie rolls his eyes at Dustin and lightly kicks the dirt on the ground. You link your arm with Dustin and start heading towards the food stands.

“I’m going to get a hotdog. What about you?” You ask Dustin.

“Hm..what are you going to get Eddie?” Dustin questions.

Eddie clicks his tongue as he’s scanning the different food stalls, “Hm..probably just a hotdog too.”

“GREAT!” Dustin loudly bursts with excitement. Thank god. Dustin unlinks his arm with yours and pushes you towards Eddie, lightly landing on his chest. Eddie instinctively places his hands on the side of your arms to keep you stable but doesn’t push you away. Dustin is widely smiling with glee right now. His eyes smile with satisfaction as he observes the tiny reddening of you and Eddie’s ears. You hold your breath as Eddie’s hands are on you with your back against his chest. Eddie's heart is pounding wildly against your back, he's freaking out about whether you can feel it or not. Dustin begins to quietly giggle at the sight of you both.

You hear the giggles escape from Dustin’s mouth, “Dustin are you oka-” Dustin interrupts you by bouncing up and down with a weird smile on his face. What is wrong with him today. Eddie's brows knit in confusion as he watches Dustin.

“You and Eddie should go to the hotdog stand while I go get cotton candy!” He quickly says before sprinting off in the opposite direction of the cotton candy stand.

Your eyes squint in confusion, gesturing with your finger in the direction of the cotton candy vendor before pointing the other way to Dustin's retreating silhouette amid the crowd. Dustin's strange behaviour has already caught your attention before, but now it’s getting quite concerning.

“Isn’t the cotton candy that way?” You ask chuckling in confusion.

Eddie's hands gently withdraw from your arms. You take a step forward and turn around to face Eddie, feeling slightly saddened that you no longer feel his touch. You notice he already has a faint smile on his face still staring in the direction Dustin vanished as he is also still puzzled. His eyes eventually fall to yours, lightly chuckling at your query. Wow… you both simultaneously thought. Eddie noticed how your beautiful starry eyes glistened in the moonlight and reflected the heavenly night sky. You seemed to realise how large his brown eyes were, how flawlessly plump his lips were, and how his curling fringe brushed over his brows.

He nervously scratches the back of his neck and looks towards the ground, still smiling.

Eddie laughs out, “That isn’t so smart for a boy that’s literally the smartest in our group,” you laugh along with him as a growing blush creeps on your cheeks.

You held your elbow up towards him, “Let's grab some hotdogs shall we?” you say in a playful tone.

He smirks, “We shall m’lady,” responding with the same energy linking his arm with yours. From the perspective of an outsider, it seems as if you both are completely in love with each other- which you are. The smiles, the glances and the way you both converse are full of adoration and love.

With a five-dollar bill in your hand, you stretch your arm out towards the vendor, but Eddie’s hand quickly decides to give his note quicker than you.

A small gasp escapes your lips, “Hey!” you exclaim facing your body towards Eddie who grabs the hotdogs from the vendor.

“It was my treat, Eddie.” He rolls his eyes sarcastically.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to treat you this whole night,” He says holding one out your hotdog for you. Sweetheart. You bite your lip trying your best to suppress your smile.

“Eddie you can’t-” He deliberately but gently shoves the hotdog in your mouth. You shriek as you feel the sauce smear your lips and part of your nose. Eddie loudly laughs swinging his head back.

“Got a little something on your nose there,” He laughs while pointing at the tip of his nose. You grab the hotdog from your mouth and hold it in your hand, licking your lips to remove as much of the sauce as you can.

“You could’ve at least aimed correctly,” you chuckle while pushing your hair behind your ears to avoid more of a mess. You felt a little embarrassed as there is sauce on the tip of your nose. Eddie thought you were unbelievably cute when you were startled by the quick ramming of the hotdog in your mouth and the sauce on your face.

Eddie grabs a napkin from his pocket and then extends it in your direction. You were about to grab it but he skilfully dodges your hand and wipes your nose instead. The pang in your heart made you slightly jolt. Your eyes rapidly blink in bewilderment. With a clean swipe, he throws the napkin in the trash can right beside you both. Eddie feels ecstatic right now. His flirty disposition is taking over him, and he is enjoying it as he observes your bafflement and the noticeable redness on your cheeks.

Still starstruck, you manage to stutter out, “I-uh-um-ha-t-thanks…” with a shy downward smile. Eddie notices your sudden shyness and can’t help but feel as if he’s falling in love once more just by staring at you. His heart began to melt, and a loving smile gradually formed on his face. This is a sight he fell in love with. You were a sight that made everyone but you in the world crumble around him. Though, his heart twisted as he recalled he was yet not yours. His loving grin faded as he nodded and delved into his food, attempting to conceal his disappointment.

Finding the rest of the group you, Dustin and Eddie approached a game. You notice a cute fluffy blue seal as one of the prizes. You had an idea in your head.

Placing your hand on both of the boys' shoulders, “Whoever wins me that blue seal gets to…” you were thinking of a reward in your head, “gets to ride the Ferris wheel with me!” you say in excitement, hoping that Eddie will win instead of Dustin. You didn’t have a problem sitting with Dustin on the Ferris wheel, it’s just that you now have a chance of sitting with Eddie as Dustin would’ve automatically sat with you on the ride.

“That’s a reward?” Dustin scoffs. You elbow him in the rib, earning a groan.

“Of course it is. I mean like- I can be a very entertaining person- and a Ferris wheel ride can be awkward and boring if you’re not with someone who isn’t awkward! A-and on the plus side I’ll convince the worker to make us pause on the top to see the fireworks!” You quickly ramble with a hint of hesitation and confusion to your own explanation trying to reason with Dustin to make it seem rewardable. Dustin looks at you baffled. She’s acting weird. There is an awkward silence between you three. Eddie is trying to seem confused but is secretly determined to win you the seal. Dustin is now trying to figure out why you’re acting like this and you’re trying to get Eddie to win you this blue damn seal so you could sit with him. Dustin scans you up and down, noticing you fidgeting with your fingers, staring at him with wide eyes, but you have this anxious look on your face. He notices you glance at Eddie, who’s currently watching Robin and Steve play balloon darts. Wait. You. Eddie. Ferris wheel.

He cracked the code.

Dustin smiles with ease. Now you’re just making his plan easier.

“Okay. Easy. You ready Eddie?” Dustin asks him while stretching his arms above his head.

Eddie scoffs, “Always been, Henderson,” He says with a smirk. Behind that smirk, Eddie is pretty nervous. He isn’t the best at carnival games and his excuse is ‘they’re rigged!’. Although he isn’t lying, he is going against Dustin who has the brains to outsmart these games. Henderson points to where Robin and Steve are, the balloon dart*.*

Dustin knew he had to go easy on Eddie. Even though he understood how to conquer the game, he needed to stick to his original strategy. Instead, Dustin understood how to stir Eddie up so that Eddie could think correctly in order to win this 'bet'. Dustin was unconcerned since he believes Eddie was aware of the contrived nature of the game.

“One round only,” Dustin says whilst approaching the stall. You were distracted as you were watching other people play.

Eddie clasps his hands and rubs them together, “Sure. I mean you’re just throwing darts at balloons.”

“It’s pretty simple if you know how to outsmart these ‘rigged’ games,” Dustin states. Eddie slowly turns his head towards Dustin squinting his eyes.

“This is one of the easiest games Henderson, there’s no way this is ‘rigged’” Eddie says using his hands as quotation marks.

“If this is apparently ‘one of the easiest games', Do you know how to outsmart it?” Dustin mocks Eddie, noticing him becoming frustrated.

“Outsmart what? You can’t outsmart a dart stupid.”

“It’s not the da- don’t worry,” He responds waving his hand to forget about it. Eddie’s brows furrow in confusion. If it’s not the dart, then what is it? Eddie is now doubting himself inside. He needs Dustin to tell him the remainder of the information now that he's confused.

“No, continue,” Eddie quickly says to Dustin in an attempt to know the rest.

“I can’t tell you if we’re going against each other. I need to win,” Dustin smirks, not intimidated by Eddie’s nature. Eddie looks at the worker ushering the people in front of them for their turn, they’re next. He looks at Dustin with a pleading expression on his face. If only Dustin knew why he really wanted to win.

“L-look just tell me man,” Eddie lowly whispers to him, trying to not let you hear as you’re still distracted. Dustin’s eyebrows raise, noticing the difference in Eddie’s behaviour compared to a few seconds ago.

“Why do you really want to know? Are you that desperate to win Eddie?” Dustin asks with a deadpanned expression. Eddie quickly glances at you, still watching other people.

“U-uh. No. I just want to know just for uh- future games,” he lies.

“Okay then I’ll tell you afte-”

“No!” Eddie quietly outbursts slightly jumping closer to Dustin, who jolted as he was taken aback by Eddie.

“Henderson,” Eddie pleads. Dustin felt bad for teasing Eddie, if he kept continuing to annoy Eddie he knew that it would eventually backfire on him. However, he just needed to know just one. more. thing.

“Do you like her Eddie?” Dustin firmly mutters out. Eddie’s eyes break away from Dustin’s. Eddie’s mind goes blank, is he really going to admit his feelings to this sixteen-year-old.

“I mean isn’t it obvious?” Eddie mumbles whilst looking at his shoes, kicking at the dirt. Dustin sighs and places his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie lifts his head and peers at Dustin.

“Do you really think I would try to win? It’s obvious how much you adore her. This entire night I’ve been trying to get you both to- i don’t know, make some moves. Why do you think I’m hanging out with you guys. You’re all actually really boring and I’d rather hang out with Will but I’m here because I know how much you like her,” Dustin spills out. Eddie reveals a small smile. He knew how caring Dustin is but he didn’t know he’d go to this extent for him, regardless of treating Dustin like garbage sometimes.

“Guys it's your turn!” You excitedly pat Eddie’s back so he and Dustin could move forward. Eddie gives Dustin a quick ‘help tell me the answer’ glance.

Dustin slightly leans his body towards Eddie and whispers, “With this stall, the darts are fine but just aim for the bigger balloons because they’re easier to pop, like- think of it as trying to break through thick skin when trying to pop smaller ones- it’s harder to break through right? So aim for the bigger ones because their skin is thinner and hence easier to pop,” Dustin quickly rambles to Eddie, hoping you didn’t hear. Eddie is trying to process the information in his head. Big balloons. Big balloons.

The worker hands them the darts. You stand beside them and start cheering them on, clueless about what has been said between them during the past five minutes.

Walking away from the stall with the blue seal in your hands, you congratulate Dustin. Yes, Dustin. How? That’s what Dustin is asking himself too. Dustin is just fuming, he told Eddie the whole answer and he still messed up. You’re disappointed on the inside because you really wanted to sit with Eddie. Why not ask him? What if he rejects you or thinks you’re crazy for wanting to sit with him rather than Dustin. Though Dustin managed to pop ten balloons in the given time, but purposely aimed for the smaller ones, Eddie on the other hand kept stalling between each throw to measure the difference between the balloons with his eyes- even the slightest difference which held him back. Eddie is sulking, to say the least. He’s never been more disappointed and embarrassed at himself. He knew the way to outsmart the game but the game still outsmarted him.

“Well, I guess you’re stuck with me Dustin!” You awkwardly chuckle with a hint of sadness in your voice. No one responds to your comment. Dustin is simply strolling next to you, not paying attention, but enraged because he thought this plan would go smoothly.

“No you’re sitting with Eddie,” Dustin blatantly says, he is completely done. You and Eddie look at him confused. Eddie’s eyes bulge out of his head. Your mouth slightly opens as you tilt your head to the side. Your eyes look at Eddie’s, who is clearly distraught.

“Uh Henderso-”

“Ah-” Dustin puts his palm up interrupting Eddie, “I don’t want to hear it. You both-” He says while furiously pointing his finger at you and Eddie, “-are sitting with each other on that Ferris wheel so you could confess your feelings and suck each other’s faces off!” he exclaims as his voice progressively became louder.

Your ears suddenly started ringing. Eddie feels like he can’t move. Silence screams in your ears. What did he just say? Fright was slowly filling you up but it was soon replaced with guilt. Did you annoy Dustin that bad about Eddie? Was he over the continuous rambling about him? Wait did he just admit ‘our’ feelings? Your breathing becomes heavy as you take a big gulp. Eddie stares at Dustin with what felt like a mixture of anger yet relief. However, Eddie doesn’t believe a word he said. There’s no way you had ‘feelings’ for Eddie. Eddie’s eyes slowly trace to yours, still staring at Dustin who’s clearly freaking out about whether or not he’s going to get yelled at or chased at by you and Eddie due to his sudden eruption.

“Dustin-” He interrupts you.

“I-I’m so s-sorry,” Dustin apologises frightened. The poor boy looks scared, his eyes howled with remorse as his hands trembles. You take a step towards him but he steps back in panic.

“N-no Dustin. Hey it’s okay I’m not mad,” You reassure him as his eyes were still wide. You place a hand on his back and start rubbing it, bringing him closer in a hug. You look at Eddie who feels bad for the boy as he knows that Dustin is scared of him. Dustin peeks behind your shoulder and sees Eddie slowly walking up to you both, what Dustin thought would be a reaction of anger, was replaced with Eddie’s softness. Eddie places his hand on Dustin’s shoulder standing right beside you.

“Don’t worry kid. I’m not mad either,” Eddie quietly mutters to Dustin. You give a small smile to Eddie. Looking back down at Dustin, you feel him sigh with relief. This was not how you thought this night would go.

“I’m actually glad you said it. To be honest, I still would’ve been afraid to say it,” Eddie says to Dustin with a hint of shame.

“Why would you be afraid?” You murmur, now staring directly at Eddie’s eyes. Eddie sighs and removes his hand from Dustin’s shoulder.

"I didn't want to embarrass myself," he claims, glancing at you and then back to the floor.

“Embarrassed about?”

“That you would reject me.”

Eddie’s eyes continue to divert your gaze, now staring at the rides behind you. Your eyes flicker in disbelief as you feel a pang in your heart. You feel Dustin’s head lift up from your chest. Dustin never knew that Eddie would ever feel embarrassed. Eddie embarrasses himself almost every day at lunch when he’d have his usual speech for the whole cafeteria to hear. But Eddie being embarrassed by rejection from you? Something Dustin never even thought of.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of Eddie,” you lift your hand up to place it on Eddie’s shoulders, but he quickly retreats back from your touch. His eyes attach to yours with sudden misery.

“But I’m a loser, I play with kids, I play a fantasy game, I’m almost twenty and still in high school, I’m dumb, I’m a freak and you’re probably hanging out with me f-for sympathy,” He mutters. Hearing the vulnerability in his tone, your eyes soften. Eddie had insecurities, but this time they got the best of him when it came to you.

“Why would you think that Eddie?” Your voice softly trembles. You always went out of your way to see Eddie because you genuinely enjoyed his company. You felt guilty as Eddie misinterpreted your love for sympathy. It wasn’t his fault for taking it this way, it was society for constantly hating and making him feel like this. At this point, Dustin is out of your grasp and is standing beside you.

You firmly say, in a clear and precise manner, “Eds, I always hang out with you because I want to, not because I'm 'forced' to.”

“I’ve always chosen you because-” You stop for a second mentally preparing yourself.

“-because I’m in love with you Eddie,” you confess trying to hold down the lump in your throat. You avert your gaze towards a random family on your side. You gulp and take deep breaths. Eddie’s brows twitch. His brain stopping for a moment. No way. His heart starts to slowly flourish, making the anger, torment and uneasiness he kept inside suddenly vanish as soon as you said those words. His lips twist into a half smile, taking a couple of steps towards you as his chest almost brushes against yours. His fingertips lightly brush over your chin, causing you to turn to face him. You slowly glance up at his warm and loving eyes.

He leans forward, forehead leaning against yours and lips millimetres apart. Feeling his breath on your lips causes you to warm up beneath his touch.

“I’m so in love with you too.”

His lips gently close the gap between you both. You wrap your arms around his neck, passionately kissing him back and pulling him closer than ever. This feeling of euphoria washed away your concerns about Eddie not feeling the same way. Your heart starts to swell as Eddie smiles against your lips, his hands slowly rubbing your waist up and down.

“I told you guys to suck each other’s faces off on the Ferris wheel!” Dustin suddenly exclaims.

You both break the kiss, having forgotten Dustin was present. Looking over at Dustin, you see his hands shielding his eyes. You and Eddie both chuckle as you draw Dustin in for a hug, his head on your chest as he eventually brings his arm to his side.

“Oh, we a hundred per cent will,” Eddie says in a seductive tone smirking at you.

“I didn’t need that confirmation!” Dustin shouts back covering his ears.

You and Eddie exchange glances as both audibly laugh. You see how his bright eyes and smile are filled with love and excitement, emotions you hardly ever see on his face. But now that you're here, it's a sensation you'll instil in him on a regular basis.

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edddimun · 2 years

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Fake Animosity

(not my gif)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem! reader

Description: (Enemies to lovers!) What started off as a small argument turned into something much bigger than intended.

Warnings: Swearing, slight violence (from bullies), angsty (but there's fluff)

A/N: HI EVERYONE! This is my first fanfic ever omg. I tried my best at this! <3

Note: I will be posting more ff on my MAIN BLOG - @edsmunsonsworld

Word count: 4000

Everyone was aware of your two-way animosity. He would show more respect for the other members of the group than for you, and you would do the same for him. Steve and Robin knew your liking towards Eddie, but the hopes of your feelings being returned were low- as you both bickered a lot. Though it has never gone this far.

“Well, that’s understandable Munson, since you enjoy playing ‘music’ that sounds like smashing shit together and calling it a song,” You scoff, rolling your eyes. Although you just officially met him a few months ago, you’ve noticed him around school a lot. Either shouting at the jocks or talking to his group. And now he’s here because of Dustin.

“Then why are you always showing up with the rest of the group every week to watch my band?” He smirks, leaning his back against the edge of a table.

Taking a deep breath in you say, “Well, first of all, I am forced to because if not then Dustin and Steve will physically drag me out of my house and shove me in the car. Which has happened before. And second of all, the only part I look forward to on these nights is going to the diner right after your performances.”

Eddie chuckles and straightens up, “You wanna know something?” He mutters. You just stare into his brown eyes with a deadpan expression, not reacting to his question. He leans in, lips just inches away from your ear.

“Even though you don’t like my music, I know you secretly enjoy watching me play.” Your head slightly tilts in confusion.

“How do I know?” His voice deepens, “Well, I’ve noticed you’re always distracted during my performances.”

“Wha-”

He cuts you off, “Distracted by what you wonder?” You don’t answer.

“Distracted by me.” Your heart drops for some reason.

“Don’t think I don’t notice you staring at me, staring at my hair, my tattoos and especially the rings on my fingers” He looks down at his rings and starts moving them around, your eyes following his.

“That’s what I’ve noticed you eye the most.” He leans back and smirks. You look back up at him.

“Hm.” You scoff. “Oh Eddie,“ you sigh, crossing your arms and shifting your weight on one hip. Your tight shirt and tight jeans hug the right places of your body. The warm-toned colours of the spotlights you’re standing beneath in Gareth’s garage enhance your features. You’re looking a little too good right now for Eddie. He bites his lip and eyes your body up and down, and finally to your eyes.

“Don’t think too highly of yourself Munson, especially with me.” You mutter, “I must admit your rings do look nice, especially under the spotlights when you perform,” You say with a stern voice. “But, don’t take it as a hint that I’ll treat you any better- you have been treating me like shit since we met, and you still do,” Your voice softens as you look away but back to his eyes, trying to keep up your demeanour.

Instead of waiting for his response, you walk away towards Robin who is rambling to Nancy near Steve’s car. As you’re walking towards the girls you hear,

“But you’re the one treating me like shit too!” Eddie loudly exclaims, drawing everyone’s attention.

You stop in your tracks and turn around. Everyone is silent. He slowly takes a few steps towards you. Before he says anything, you interrupt him.

“I treat you like shit because you did it to me first!” You say, matching his tone and volume. You’re lying if you said that you’re not scared. Even though you and Eddie occasionally argue, it has never reached this stage.

He licks his lips, digging his hands in his back pockets, his eyes burning into yours as he takes a step towards you, leaving a good gap between you.

“I did it to you first? Really? You believe that I would be rude to someone when we first meet?” His tone starting to get more vicious. “I guess you would think that because I’m a freak. But you were the one who ignored me and shouted at me to leave you alone!” His hands flail in the air and loudly slap his thighs.

You see Dustin slowly walking towards you both, “Um guys, I thi-”

“And do you know why I did that? Do you?” Your voice rises as you question him. “Do you know what I just went through a few moments before that happened? Before you first arrived with Steve?” Your loud voice turns into a whisper, trying to conceal the cracks in your voice. Dustin places a hand on your shoulder trying to calm you down. Tears start to cloud your vision as you recall the events of that day. Eddie opens his mouth to say something but notices the tears in your eyes, which he has never seen before. Given that you’re the most stubborn person he’s met and you always had an intimidating nature. His mouth closes and looks at Dustin with wide eyes and a confused state.

“Okay I think that’s enough,” Dustin quietly says, rubbing your back. He gives a quick glare to Eddie, in order to stop him from protesting back. Eddie is taken aback and confused as to what just happened and what happened on that day. The tears in your eyes start falling. You look down at your feet to hide your tears. You wipe your cheeks as you and Dustin walk towards Steve’s car.

The car ride towards the diner was silent. Although Eddie was in his van with Mike, Will, Lucas, Max and El (hiding in the back). While you were in Steve’s car with Dustin, Nancy, Robin and obviously Steve. Everyone didn’t want to continue making you upset by talking about it. Instead, Robin laid her head against your shoulder while Dustin rubbed your back on the way there.

However in the other vehicle,

“Why did you continue to argue with her even though she walked away?!” Max exclaims as she rubs her temples.

“Well because she was literally the one who was mean to me at first! She acted like a bitch to me, so I continued to act like a bitch back!” Eddie argues back to Max while gripping the steering wheel.

Mike sighs before calmly telling Eddie, “You didn’t know what she just went through thats why she was like that. Yes I’d understand that you would be rude back to her at first, but she tried being nice to you after the incident but you kept being mean.”

“Pfft,” Eddie rolls his eyes, “I would’ve noticed if she was being nice to me dummy.”

“Hey!” Mike shrieks, he sits up turning his body towards Eddie, “You’re the one being the dummy! A clueless dummy! You kept ignoring and neglecting her! So obviously you wouldn’t notice! She even came up to Dustin and I once and asked if you were alright because you kept silent when she tried to talk to you! She thought you were upset and wanted to help you!” Mike rants. His heavy breathing now filling up the silence.

Eddie stays quiet. His eyes continue watching the road as he drives. His mind is filled with many unanswered questions and surprisingly, guilt.

“What did happened?” Eddie quietly asks, but loud enough for everyone to hear. Instead of getting a reply from the kids, he’s met with silence. He looks at Mike in the passenger seat and sees hesitation in his eyes as he looks back and forth between Eddie and the kids in the back. Mike purses his lips and properly sits back on his seat. Everyone is scared to say something or say nothing as it might trigger a nerve in him.

“L-Look its up to her if she wants to tell you, okay?” Max responds.

Eddie slowly nods. He turns into the parking lot of the diner and sees Steve’s car follow behind him. In his rearview mirror, he can just see you sitting in the middle seat staring out the window with someone’s head on your shoulder. He sighs and parks the car. He turns back to look at the kids and they’re just staring back at him with nervous eyes.

“What?” He asks confused. ‘Nothing’ they all murmur trying to not make him mad. They all quickly get out of the van, leaving Eddie alone.

“Weirdos,” He whispers to himself as he watches the kids run up to Steve. Eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. He gets out of the van and immediately his eyes are drawn to you. Arms crossed with a red nose and watery eyes, walking with Robin into the diner.

He purses his lips and follows everyone inside.

The table is silent. Dead silent. Except for Steve whistling, trying his best to relieve the air. Eddie is on one end of the table and you are on the opposite end.

“Uh..so who’s paying?” Robin says with a smile, breaking the awkwardness. “I think Steve should pay because he’s been closing the store all week. While I..” Robin points at herself, “Have been leaving early and finally getting sleep!” Robin nudges your shoulder, earning a small smile from you.

“Hey! Just because I work more doesn’t mean I have enough spending money for all of you!” Steve blurts out.

Robin's brows furrow, “Why are you spending your money on someone else?” She smirks while Dustin and Mike giggle.

“Oohoh! Something is going on!” Robin laughs as Max, Lucas and Nancy start laughing. Robin suddenly gasps, “Wait! There is someone!” Robin loudly exclaims, whilst violently clapping her hands.

“What?” Steve whines, his hands rubbing his face.

“Well…you’ve been taking my closing shifts so you can get more money right?” Robin asks. Steve rolls his eyes, “Well obviously.”

“You used to complain about getting closing shifts but now you want them so you can earn money and that's because you’ve been taking someone out!” Robin shrieks, gathering the attention of some other customers. You giggle and shush her to be quiet. Eddie, on the other hand, is not focusing on the conversation, rather he’s thinking back to the times when you’ve actually tried to be nice but instead his main goal was to ignore or act rude to you.

“Hey Eddie, is it okay if I can watch you guys play D&D tonight? Dustin’s been raving on about how good your campa-”

“No.”

“Wait wh-”

“Why would I let someone who doesn’t know a single thing about the game and doesn’t know how to play, inside to watch? Let alone you you’ll probably just make some unnecessary comments just to make the kids laugh, which, by the way, aren’t funny,” He states glaring at you.

You’re taken aback. You didn’t know what to do or how to respond, so your sweet demeanour takes a turn.

“Wow. Hm. Didn’t know the freak could talk back. Did you learn that from the bullies?” You pout at him. “At least you’ve learnt something in high school,” You viciously say rolling your eyes before walking away.

Aaaand that’s when the hatred began.

The awkward tension at the table is finally gone, and everyone is having conversations amongst themselves. You and Robin are laughing at how picky Dustin is with his burger. No pickles. No lettuce. No sauce. Just a bun, meat and cheese.

“You’ll probably need to drink some moisturising cream to prevent your mouth from becoming dry from that thing,” Robin chuckles out while you laugh hard.

Dustin loudly exhales before arguing back with Robin. You continue to laugh as you sit between them listening to their blabber. Eddie’s brought out of his daydreaming trance as he hears your laughter. It’s something he didn’t hear that often as you always tried to avoid him whenever in a group setting. His eyes continue staring at you. Admiring your smile, how your eyes smile when your mouth does, your hair moving side to side as you look between Dustin and Robin.

“Are you going to say something or just stare at her?” Steve quietly says, sitting across from Eddie trying to not gather anyone else’s attention.

“Look man, I-” Eddie huffs, not knowing what to say. He desperately wants to say something to you, he wants to know what happened but doesn’t know how to approach it.

“I just want to know what happened,” Eddie mutters out. Steve nods, chewing on his food.

He swallows and says, “Go up to her after this. I bet she wants all this to be over too. But you have to give her space. If she wants to talk about it, let her. If she doesn’t, then that’s her choice…” Steve sighs, “She’s a really nice person. She has such a pure heart and even though she doesn’t want me to say this…” Steve looks at you. You’re rambling to Dustin about some burger sauce.

“She’s told me she likes you. And I'm not sure if she still does. But before our group even met you, she’s talked about you to us- in a good way obviously. She was always rambling on about how good your hair looked that day or blah blah blah. She loves your rings. Like a lot. And she says how you’re so talented and how you treat the kids really well,” Steve says. Eddie stays frozen, still trying to process the information that Steve is telling you.

So you’re telling him that the girl that Eddie has had a crush on- before you both ever met, likes him too? or likED him. Thanks to Dustin's rant about you one day at lunch and you overhearing it then throwing a pickle at him was when he started to like you. You both would share glances at school- until you both actually met. It felt surreal but at this point, Eddie knew that he ruined it. Although he’s been mean, he’s flirted in a mean way. Usually, after an argument, you’d push him away, or he would call you pet names - which you secretly love but tried to hide by showing a disgusted face.

Steve waves his hand in front of Eddie’s face, “Hello?”

“Well shit, looks like you feel the same way too huh?” Steve chuckles looking at Eddie and then you- who is still rambling. Eddie doesn’t react in a negative manner at Steve’s comment, instead, he looks at you, wondering what he’s going to do next. He sees you stand up on the other end.

“I’m going to the bathroom! I will continue to say the rest of my debate when I come back Henderson!” She chuckles and ruffles Dustin’s hair.

“Yep,” Eddie quickly replies to Steve and stands up to follow you.

Eddie waits by the bathroom to wait for you to come out. The door opens after a few minutes, revealing you.

“Hey,” Eddie says, accidentally making you jump from the sudden voice.

You chuckle and look up properly, “Whoa- oh…um, hey.” The smile on your face disappears when you realise who was standing right in front of you.

“Oh I-I’m really sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” Eddie slightly chuckles, scratching the back of his neck to lighten up the atmosphere. “U-Um..ca-can we talk?” He quietly says.

You look behind his shoulder and see the others looking at you both but trying to not make it obvious.

Your eyes look right back at his, “Outside.”

You’re standing right next to Eddie, who is fidgeting with his rings. His hair moving along with the wind, covering some of his face.

He pushes his hair back, eyes on the ground, “I just want to say, I-I’m really sorry. I know sorry doesn’t make up for anything I’ve done. And I know I have no clue what happened on that day, I’m sorry for misjudging you by the first impression. I knew something happened on that day but I didn’t think it would affect you that much. You don’t have to tell me what happened, i-it’s your choice but I’m just rea-”

“No, I’m sorry Eddie,” You look up at him, and he does the same. His eyes fill with confusion.

“Wait why are-”

“No. I ignored you, and I acted rudely when we first met although you tried to help me but I just treated you like a piece of garbage. And I swear I don’t treat people like that - especially when we first meet,” you chuckle, bringing your eyes back to the ground. You start playing with your fingers, “I-um, well- the reason why I was acting like that was because... I was at my locker and I heard Jason talking about your group, especially you,”

You look up at him and gulp. “He was calling you names, and he was saying how he wants to sabotage your D&D session after school. And I was obviously was not fond of that because I know how much your campaigns mean to you guys,” Eddie’s eyes and heart soften hearing those words. The guilt in his heart starts building up.

“So I went up to Jason, and I pretended as if I was against you guys too, and obviously he knew that I talk to Dustin and Mike. B-but I knew he wanted to get you specifically, and we haven’t even met each other back then.”

“Hey Jason, I heard you want to sabotage the Hellfire's D&D game?”

Jason turns around, along with the rest of the jocks and some cheerleaders, “Who are you?” Jason laughs and so does everyone else. You don’t react but all you do is stare at Jason with a deadpanned expression, causing the laughter to die down quickly.

“Wait- what? But don’t you talk to some of them? Bike and Justin? Or some shit like that?” He says with a confused face. You don’t answer.

Jason clears his throat, “What do you want?” He whispers.

“I can help you sabotage.”

“I told them a different room, I helped hide some whipped cream and other stupid shit that I can’t remember,” you say. “I told them the room right between the music rooms and the bathroom-”

“Isn’t that where-”

“Yes, the room where Principal Higgins suspiciously goes into for whatever reason…but anyways, I convinced them that Principal Higgins let you guys play in there anyways. I mean it looked convincing because there was a big ass wooden table in there with chairs scattered around,” you and Eddie both softly laugh.

“Well we got the everything ready, the cheerleaders and I helped hide the boys in some closet and behind smaller tables. And I told them that as soon as the door opens- thats when it happens. Pieing your faces with whipped cream, throw water and pop some shit. And that’s what happened,”

You sigh, “Except to Principle Higgins. I didn’t tell anyone in the group about this- even Robin. But I was at the end of the hallway in the corner, hiding. Until, I heard the loud commotion, followed along with “Oh my gosh, we’re so sorry, wrong person, and then the infamous ‘In my office now!’” Eddie stares at you with wide eyes. This whole time, you were protecting him and he didn’t even realise.

“But that’s when things went downhill…I knew things were going to happen to me after the incident but it was kinda worth it. But that night with you. That’s when Jason and the others followed me back home from school. And out of all those days, I had to be walking to school,” you pause for a moment.

“As I was walking home, I was listening to music on my walkman. And someone snatched it off my head and I look back to see the cheerleaders and Jason. It was Victoria, Lily and others but they were telling me how my life is going to become a living hell. I didn’t act scared but that’s when they crushed my walkman and started pushing me to the ground. They kicked, punched and pulled my hair. No one was around and they just left me there,” Tears start falling from your eyes, you try your best to wipe them as fast as you could before Eddie could see. Instead, he softly grabs your arm and pulls you towards his body. He holds you in your arms and lets you cry.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain anymore,” He whispers in your ears.

He puts his chin on top of your head, “I understand now. I’m sorry I treated you like that. I-I really am,” Eddie’s eyes start to well up.

He rubs your back up and down and continues to comfort you. Leaning back and look at his face, you can feel his breath on your lips as you’re inches apart. You notice his tears are on the verge of spilling. You lift your hands towards his face and wipe his tears that start to fall. His arms move to hold you around your waist.

“You did it for me?” Eddie whispers as his voice cracks.

“I had to Eddie. I couldn’t let them do that to you. I would feel guilty for the rest of my life if I knew that they were going to do shit to you and I didn’t do anything,” you whisper.

“You could’ve told me.”

“I didn’t want anyone to get hurt.”

You both stare into each others eyes, the warmth of your bodies keeping you warm. His lips move trying to say something.

“But why me? Why me out of everyone? N-no one cares about D&D. No one cares about us. Everyone hates us.” His eyes looking down.

His lips start to tremble, “Everyone hates me.”

Eddie’s voice goes from a whisper to a mumble. Though you were able to understand. You can hear the hurt and the insecurity in his voice. Your heart hurt as soon as he said that. His eyes look down. You lift his chin with your fingers. Eddie’s watery eyes stare directly into yours. The once mean, rude and aggressive Eddie is no longer here. The side he was afraid of showing to everyone, he is now showing you.

“I don’t. I never did Eddie.”

“Even with the way I treated you before?” He utters with guilt.

“Never.”

He feels comfort in your arms, trust and love. Something he never got to show and feel. But now that you’re here, he feels loved. Loved and trusted by you. Even though it was very unexpected, it’s something you both were longing for. Longing for each other’s arms. Waiting for this very moment.

He leans forward and presses his lips against yours. Ever so gently. He pulls you in closer by the waist, deepening the kiss. It was the perfect kiss. Full of hope, passion, regret, guilt and love. It was as though nothing that had occurred between you and Eddie had ever happened. The truth was hidden by all the arguments and remarks, as well as the feelings you two had for one another. The concealed truth of what started the fake animosity between you and Eddie.

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