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𝑚𝑟. 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 (𝑒.𝑚. 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Dad!Eddie x Teacher!Reader. It's that time of year for parent-teacher conferences, and you finally meet Ronnie's father, Mr. Munson.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, unprotected sex (p in v), slight choking, Jacobs Ladder piercings.

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3.7k

𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: Eddie manip by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple . My work for @newlips milestone of love!

Your first year of teaching was going by pretty well. The students were sweet, fun, and for the most part, they listened. Of course, sitting in a classroom all day was tough work for second graders, they got a little restless after lunch. You didn’t mind it, though. There was a lot of gift giving that made it all better. Notes, drawings, coloring book pages, apples, even one gave you a glass apple with the words World’s Best Teacher! on it that you kept on your desk. It was sweet, really. All of them were, in their own ways.

Even the ones that acted out more than others.

Like Lucy Carver who had a knack for acting like a princess and bribing others with lunch money to do classwork for her.

Or her step-brother, Ronnie Munson, who would pick on his sister relentlessly and talk loudly in class for attention. You knew it was for attention, because you saw who picked up Lucy every day and who picked up Ronnie. He was missing out on some motherly love. You hated Chrissy Carver for that. There were days when she did pick him up, but most of the time it was Mr. Munson, or Wayne Munson, Ronnie’s great uncle that would pick him up.

You hugged Ronnie a little tighter than the other kids. You made sure he did his classwork and helped him when he needed it because of it. Not to say you had a favorite, you just knew which kids needed an extra push. It was sad that at such a young age he felt like he wasn’t getting enough love from his mother, even if he didn’t know that’s what he was feeling.

He was a cute kid, too. Looked like a carbon copy of his dad—dark curls and chocolate eyes. It was better that way, you thought. When he was older he wouldn’t look in the mirror and see his mom staring back at him.

It was parent-teacher conference day. You were nervous for your first one, but your colleagues assured you that there wasn’t much to be nervous about. Some parents were dicks when it came to their child’s grades, but for the most part it was manageable. Plus you got a better insight on what parents helped their kids at home, and which ones left them to their devices.

“Lucy is doing great as far as her social skills. She’s developing them very well. She also has a talent for math—on the days she decides to do it.” You explained to Mr. and Mrs. Carver, “I think a little more encouragement from the two of you and she will be on top of her schoolwork more.”

“So you’re saying it’s our fault?” Mr. Carver spat.

“Jason—” Mrs. Carver chastised.

“I’m not saying that at all, Mr. Carver.” You said calmly, giving him a smile, “But I do think restricting the amount of money you give to your child will keep her from paying others to do her schoolwork for her. She’s a very smart girl when she applies herself.” You continued.

“Thank you very much for your time. We will keep that in mind.” Mrs. Carver said, as they stood up. She picked up the progress report and the two of them stepped outside.

You sighed, pressing a hand to your face.

“I feel that way after interacting with them too,”

You shot up straight, a soft flush to your cheeks.

“No, really, they can be pretty awful.” Mr. Munson stepped inside, shutting the classroom door behind him.

“Is… Mrs. Carver not joining us?” You asked, clearing your throat as you shuffled your papers before looking for Ronnie’s.

“Chrissy? Nah, she tries to forget that we both exist as much as she can.” Mr. Munson told you with a playful grin, as he grabbed a chair on the other side of your desk. He turned it around before sitting in it backwards, his legs spread widely and his crotch on display from the wide hole in the back of it.

You kept your eyes on his face, even though it was in your peripheral. Mr. Munson was attractive, covered in tattoos, a labret piercing above his chin, one in his eyebrow. He also had muscles that strained against his shirt from many days working at the mechanic shop in town. You hadn’t been there since you’d moved to Hawkins, but you did know he worked there.

Single mom’s talked about him quite often. He had a little bit of a reputation for fixing problems that they’d had.

Not to mention, he was a bit older than you — not by that much. He was in his late 20s, you were in your mid, it wasn’t bad.

You didn’t know why you were thinking about this. You were having a parent-teacher conference about his son. It had nothing to do with the fact that you hadn’t had sex since you’d moved here. It didn’t have to do with the fact that Mr. Munson was too sexy for his own good.

You swallowed, and looked down at Ronnie’s progress report.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You responded.

“Nah, no biggie. I’m more upset for Ronnie’s sake than my own. She’s been a bitch since she married Carver.” He shrugged.

You snorted a chuckle at that, trying to hide it. You’d seen how snooty she was, too. You couldn’t imagine her ever being any other way.

“It’s true. She used to be a sweet little thing. Loved me and our boy. Carver’s…persuasive. I’m just glad we split up before Ronnie could remember much. He doesn’t remember her like that. I think it makes it hurt less — sorry, didn’t mean to like — spill on you. Anyways, how’s Ronnie doing in class?”

You swallowed back your thoughts. So, you’d been right. Mrs. Carver didn’t care for her son much.

“He needs a little extra pushing from me from time to time. He does like to aggravate Lucy and awful lot and cause disruptions, but he’s been getting better since the school year first started.” You started off, looking over his progress report. You highlighted a few grades and slid the paper over to Mr. Munson.

“These zeros are homework assignments he never turned in. It’s not particularly hurting his overall grade, but if you can get him to do them, I’ll give him seventy-five percent credit for them. I know single parenting is much harder than it looks on the outside, so I’m willing to work with you, and him, to make sure he’s able to move up next year.” You smiled at him kindly.

“We appreciate that.” Mr. Munson nodded, looking at the report, “These aren’t hard assignments either, huh? I guess they just got lost in the fray of things.” He laughed, before his eyes flicked to you, “Though, it’ll be a shame that I don’t get to see your smiling face every morning after he moves up.”

Your cheeks flared pink at that, and you brushed some hair behind your ear. You couldn’t tell if he was flirting or not, but… God, you hoped he was.

“Well, I’ll still be here next year… so there’s no shame in dropping by to see me.” You smiled at him, folding your hands on your desk.

“No? Wouldn’t be weird if I… came by and saw you without my kid?” He asked, grinning back.

“Definitely not.” You hummed.

Mr. Munson looked at the time, before standing. “Our time slot is up.” He mused, turning the chair back around the right way.

You bit your lip, before standing. “My last one ends at eight.” You said quickly.

“Oh? Did you…want me to come back?” His brows lifted.

You nodded.

“Alright, I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Thank you, Mr. Harrington. Goodnight.” You shut your door after your final meeting and bellowed a sigh, closing your eyes for a moment as you leaned back against the door. It had been a long day, and for the most part people hadn’t been awful, but there had been a select few who had been awful.

There was a soft knock on your door, and you opened it back up.

“Oh, Mr. Munson —” You had forgotten, so wrapped up in everything, you had forgotten he was going to come back. Your cheeks flushed again and you stepped aside to let him into your classroom.

He kicked the door shut behind him, his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Did you not expect me to come back?” He asked, grinning a bit.

“No—it’s not that.” You laughed, “I just. You know.” You shrugged. “I’m glad you’re back.” You rubbed your arm nervously.

“Yeah?” He chuckled, stepping closer to you, “And why’s that?”

You were almost nose to nose with him. You could feel his breath fanning over your skin. You swallowed, thickly.

“Mr. Munson—”

“You can call me Eddie.” He cut you off.

“Eddie—” You started, “Is Ronnie taken care of for the night?” You had to make sure.

“Took him to his great uncle Wayne’s. He loves it over there. He’s set.” He gently lifted a hand and brushed some of your hair back.

You wet your lips, and his eyes flicked down to them.

“Why don’t we go back to my place?” He suggested, his hand gently resting on your jaw. He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip and you couldn’t ignore the warmth that flooded between your legs at that.

You nodded, numbly, and turned to gather your things. He watched you from afar as you placed all of your paperwork into a binder and shoved it, and your laptop, haphazardly into your school bag.

“Wanna meet me there, or ride with me?” He asked, winking at you.

“Either is fine.” You cleared your throat.

“You like motorcycles?” He chuckled. You raised your brows before nodding.

Fuck, that was hot. He had a motorcycle? He should just breed you now.

You let that thought wash over you as you followed him out of the school, stopping only to put your bag into your car before swallowing thickly as Eddie handed you a helmet.

“Safety first.” He winked at you, pulling his long hair up into a bun at the base of his neck. You tried to not think to hard about him putting his hair up to eat you out, but it wasn’t easy to ignore.

You slipped the helmet on and clipped it into place. He straddled the motorcycle.

“Alright, throw your leg over like I did and hold on tight.” He grinned at you.

“What happened to ‘safety first’?” You asked, raising a brow at the fact that he didn’t have a helmet on.

“For you, sweetheart. Not for me. I like to live dangerously.” He laughed loudly.

You shook your head in amusement as you took his hand, throwing your leg over the back of the bike. Surprisingly, you didn’t fall on your face or stumble, and settled into the seat behind him.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and held on tight.

He was warm, body toned. You couldn’t wait to see what it looked like naked.

He turned on the bike and kicked up the kickstand, revving the engine a few times before he took off out of the parking lot.

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in you as he raced down the street. It had been a while since you’d done anything fun. Moving to Hawkins had been a bit of a poison to your social life — sure, you had the other teachers at Hawkins Elementary, but most of them were much older than you and had lived there their entire lives.

He pulled up to the only apartment complex in Hawkins; a newer building you had been told. They looked fairly nice from the outside, and you couldn’t wait to see the inside.

Eddie pulled into a parking spot and kicked the stand back down, shutting the bike off.

He helped you off of the bike and tilted his head towards the stairs in front of you. “Just up those.” He told you.

You followed him up to the second floor and he unlocked the door first door you came to, letting you in.

“Home sweet home. It’s not much, but it’s ours.” Eddie smiled, shrugging his jacket off. He hung it on a chair in the small dining area and stepped into the kitchen.

“You like beer?” He asked.

“Yeah, a beer would be nice.” You nodded as you looked around.

The front area was a decent sized living room, connected to the small dining room that held a small round table with four chairs. The kitchen was connected to that. There was a short hallway right in front of you. You had to assume the bathroom and bedrooms were back that way.

“Here,” Eddie handed you the beer, popping his open before sitting on the couch. “Make yourself comfy.” He said, propping his boots on the edge of a beat up coffee table.

You followed his suit, sitting next to him on the couch. You crossed one leg over the other, popping your beer open.

You took a sip. It was cheap, but it would take the edge off of whatever nerves you were feeling.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, just quietly sipping from your beers. It wasn’t awkward persae, it was just… different? You both knew what you were here for, so you weren’t sure why he was playing worlds best host.

You just wanted him to fuck you already.

You downed your beer in the next second, placing it on the coffee table.

“Woah, want another one?” Eddie asked.

“No,” You said, and feeling a spur of confidence, you uncrossed your legs and threw one over his lap, straddling his legs.

He smirked up at you, letting his legs fall from the coffee table.

“Hi,” He said, learning around you to put his beer down.

“Hi,” You responded, smiling down at him.

His hands gently rested on your waist, pinkies on each side pushing up your shirt to feel your skin.

You reached forward, and brushed his hair off of his shoulder.

“Kissing, or no?” You asked, your voice a soft whisper.

“Why wouldn’t I want kissing?” He chuckled.

You shrugged. “Some guys think it’s too intimate.”

His brow furrowed. “Sex is intimate.” He laughed.

You shared a smile with him before leaning in to kiss him. His lips were softer than you had expected, the stubble on his lip scratching your skin softly. You didn’t mind it, really. He was…so fucking hot.

He nipped your lip softly, and you parted them for him, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth. He tasted like beer, and cigarettes. You didn’t mind it as much as you thought. However, maybe it was because it was him.

You brushed the thoughts from your mind, biting at his bottom lip, your teeth lightly clanking against the piercing there.

Tattooed hands pushed up the sides of your shirt, fingers squeezing your sides, pinkies slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. You could feel them toying with the edge of your underwear, too.

You broke the kiss for a breath, panting softly as his mouth made its way to your neck.

“No hickies.” You said quickly, “I don’t need the kids asking questions.”

Eddie chuckled against your skin.

“Bedroom?” He asked, nipping softly at your pulsepoint.

You nodded; and up you went. He had lifted you like you were nothing and he carried you down the hallway. He dropped you on the bed and pulled his shirt off, displaying more tattooed skin. He climbed onto the bed, pressing a knee between your legs as his hand cupped the top of your head, his elbow resting near your shoulder as he kissed you, his entire body covering yours.

You moaned into his mouth as his knee rubbed against your mound. You reached between you to press your hand against his half-hard cock in his jeans. He responded with a soft groan.

You stayed like that for a long while, teasing each other, him with his knee and you with your hand, your lips never leaving one anothers.

It had almost became a game. See who would last the longest before they asked to go further.

You were losing. Your hips were guiding themselves up against your will, rubbing your clothed pussy against his thigh. You weren’t getting much friction from this, but what you were getting was making you soaking wet.

You popped the button of his jeans open, and reached past his boxers as a concession. He had won.

You gasped at what you felt in his pants, breaking the kiss.

“What?” He asked, his voice deep and husky as he continued to rub his knee against you.

“You’re—”

“Yeah, I know.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss at your neck again.

He hooked his fingers in your shirt and you lifted up to let him pull it off, still a little in shock at what you felt.

His hands were then working at your pants, unzipping them and dragging them, and your panties off in one fell swoop.

His pants were next to go, and you were both naked, but—

Your eyes met his cock. It was large, the tip red and wet with precum… Your fingers gently brushed across the bottom of the shaft. Nestled there in a row were five bars. He had his cock pierced.

You swallowed thickly, wondering what it felt like for those piercings to be inside you. Especially with how big he was.

“Doesn’t hurt — at least no one’s complained.” He chuckled, “And it’s been fully healed for a few years, so nothing to worry about on my end.”

“You did them all at the same time?” You asked, a little shocked.

“Yeah, hurt like hell. But looks fuckin’ hot, don’t it?” He grinned.

You nodded.

He grasped himself in his hand and slapped it against your pussy, making your insides clench tightly. With his other hand he spread your lips and started tapping again, this time against your clit. Your legs jolted softly with each tap, your lips parted in a soft moan.

“Damn, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” He sighed, rubbing his cock against you. “You on the pill?”

“Yeah,” You nodded.

“Good.”

Neither one of you needed for you to get pregnant right now. That was unsaid between you.

He tapped your pussy a few more times, before lining himself up and pushing in.

Your back arched, a low moan leaving you. Your eyes fluttered and your head tipped back.

“That’s it… that’a’girl…take it.” He sighed into the warm air between you.

“Fuck, Mr. Munson..” You moaned.

He laughed softly. “You like callin’ me that? Alright, honey. We can pretend I’m a lot older than you. Bet you flick that pretty little clit of yours at home thinkin’ bout me and the other dads, hm?”

Your cheeks flushed, but you nodded. There was just something so fucking hot about fathers to you. You wanted to have someone like that in your life. Someone to raise kids with you.

“Say it.” He grunted, as he pressed fully into you.

“Ah—! I touch myself thinking about you!” You gasped, your legs circling tightly around his waist.

That’s not how he wanted it, though. He grabbed you tightly by your thighs and wrenched your legs up until they were on his shoulders. He scooted closer to you so that your hips were angled up.

Now, now he was impossibly deeper.

You moaned helplessly, grasping at the sheets.

“You got a pretty little cunt here for me. Soaking wet and tight, mmm…” He sighed, pulling out and thrusting back in.

He found a medium pace that you both seemed to like for now, his hand sliding up your thigh and squeezing.

“You like being choked, baby?” He asked breathily, his free hand brushing up your chest.

You nodded, your lips parted. You couldn’t make words come out right now, you were fucking gone.

His fingers circled around your throat, fingers pressing into your pulse point. Your back arched higher, your head tipping back as you moaned out.

“Fuck, you’re a sweet little thing..” He groaned, speeding up his pace.

“Mr. Munson—!” You whined out, his cock pressing over and over into that spongey spot inside of you.

“Yeah, baby. Say it.” He chuckled.

There was something so inherently dirty about this, even though it was all legal. It was probably because you taught his son at school, really. You couldn’t think about it now, not with his cock pressing into your gspot, and his piercings rubbing up against your walls with every thrust.

“Mr. Munson!” You moaned out again, your hips lifting higher with every thrust.

You could feel your orgasm growing, the heat in your belly getting hotter and hotter until the rubber band snapped, your cunt clamping down on his cock and spasming as you cried out helplessly.

He released your throat, his thrusts never stopping. He groaned, and a few moments later he was pulling out and spilling his seed on your belly.

You were both panting heavily as he dropped onto the bed next to you.

You laid there in silence for a long while, your insides burning from overuse. It had been a while since you’d been fucked, especially by such a thick cock.

Fuck if you didn’t feel good, though.

“Here,” Eddie said, leaning over to grab you a few tissues.

“Thanks.” You hummed, sitting up slightly to clean the cum off of your belly. You tossed them into the trashcan nearby as Eddie stepped across the hallway into what you now knew was the bathroom.

You waited for him to finish cleaning up before you went in yourself, relieving your bladder and cleaning up.

When you came back into the room, Eddie had laid out a shirt for you on the bed.

“You can stay over. Wayne is supposed to take Ronnie to school, so he shouldn’t be here in the morning.” He said, smiling.

You nodded, pulling his shirt on before climbing into the bed.

Eddie flicked off the lights before climbing in after you, his arm wrapping around you waist. He pulled you close, your back flush against his chest.

You felt safe that night, and got the best rest you’d had since you moved to Hawkins.

The next morning you were awoken by the front door slamming loudly.

“Daddy!”

Oh, shit.

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jamdoughnutmagician · 8 months

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A Cut Above The Rest

As If By Chance (Part 1)

Mechanic!Eddie x Hairdresser!Fem!Reader

Summary:You never thought that you'd find yourself driving back into your hometown of Hawkins, but then again you never thought that you would find your boyfriend in bed with another woman.

Word Count:1,894

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Driving back into Hawkins with your entire adult life packed tightly into the biggest suitcase you could find was not something that you had anticipated when you left there 10 years ago.

Now it was just you, your suitcase and your old rusted car against the world.

An old rusted car that was now slowly rolling to a halt in the middle of a road.

No. No. No. Shit. Come on you piece of shit! you wailed, frustratedly thumping your hands against the steering wheel of your car. The car’s engine sputtering pathetically as it grinds to a halt on the dark and desolate stretch of road. Fuck. The threatening dark skies above join in on your misery and open up, as heavy drops of rain begin to batter against your window.

As if this day couldn’t get any worse.

You reach for your phone that's tucked away in your bag that's sitting on the passenger seat, only to see that the battery is completely dead.

Apparently it could.

You looked out to the wet and miserable grey evening sky. You were going to have to get out to pop the hood of your car to see what was wrong, not that you knew anything about cars in the first place, but you were on your own on this one.

Pulling your sweater closer to your body, you brace yourself to face the elements. The cold droplets soaking through your clothes the moment you set foot outside your car.

Popping the hood open you're immediately reminded of your limited knowledge of the inner-workings of the bucket of bolts you called your car. You had no idea what was wrong and no idea how to fix it either.

Head hanging down, you defeatedly slam down the hood with an exhausted sigh.

You resigned yourself to the fact that you were going to have to walk the rest of the way into town, until you could reach Robin’s house.

Just as you had given up hope of anything going your way today, you looked out down the road and the beaming white lights of another vehicle’s headlights gleamed brightly as the van drove closer to you

The van rolled to a slow stop beside your broken down car.

This is it. This was how so many horror films started. The damsel in distress murdered by the scary guy with the creepy van. This is how you were going to meet your end.

“Hey? Uh..Do you need some help there?” The man asks, stepping out of his van and pulling his leather jacket closer to his body.

You turn to face the man who’s offering his help to you, and you’re met with the familiar deep brown eyes, button nose and mop of dark curls of the boy you had had a crush on for all of your high school years. He was a few years older, of course, but that same cheeky smile was unmistakable.

“Oh my god! Eddie?”

“Y/N?” He stutters out. “Christ! What on earth are you doing out in this weather?”

“Well my car finally decided to give up the ghost, and kind of left me stranded here” you explained, tapping your hand against the hood of your car.

“You need me to give you a ride? I mean it’s no trouble at all” Eddie offers kindly.

Maybe things we're all that bad. Maybe there were still good people in the world.

"But what about my car?"

"Don't worry, I'll call up the shop to get Randy to tow it in, I can check it over tomorrow for you, see if I can find out what the problem is." He assures you with a smile.

"The shop?"

"Yeah, the mechanic garage. Technically it's my uncle Wayne's shop, but he's getting on a bit so I mostly run things there."

"You're an absolute life-saver! Thank you so much! Just let me go grab my things" You say as you rush around to grab your bag and your suitcase.

“Going somewhere?” He chuckles as nods his head towards your hefty suitcase.

“Something like that.” you nod uncomfortably, not really wanting to talk about your reasons for coming back into Hawkins.

"Here, let me get that for you." Eddie chimes, changing the subject as he takes your suitcase and loads it into the back of his van. "Get yourself settled in."

You get in the passenger side seat and strap yourself in with your seat belt. Eddie makes his way around to jump into the driver's seat before turning to you.

"So where are we headed to, hm?" He asks.

"Can you take me to Robin’s place please, it's over on Ivory Street."

He nods, putting the van in gear before taking off.

The ride is sound-tracked by Metallica's Fade To Black playing lowly from the stereo and the pattering of heavy raindrops against the window.

"So what's got you coming back to Hawkins, huh? Last I heard, you moved up to Chicago to live with that boyfriend of yours?” Eddie asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

Ah yes. The boyfriend. The as of now ex-boyfriend. The whole reason why you were coming back to Hawkins in the first place.

As cliché as it had been, Jacob was just someone you had met in a bar. At first he was kind and sweet, even charming, as he shamelessly flirted with you, but never making you feel uncomfortable. You were young in a new city, happily living with your boyfriend until one fateful evening.

You had come home late after one of your client’s appointments had run a little longer than you realised. The chat flowed easily as you snipped away the final few strands of hair. You finished up her cut, accepted her money and gathered your things to get back home to your apartment.

You pushed through the door of your apartment door, tired after a long day of driving to and from clients and cutting, colouring and styling their hair. Ready to just sink into the arms of your boyfriend, order some pizza and just chill out on the sofa.

However, upon opening the door you could hear the faint sounds of some high-pitched keening moans. A woman. A woman’s moans coming from yours and your boyfriend's shared bedroom.

Walking on uneasy feet, and a rising nauseous feeling crawling up your throat you move towards the bedroom.

Flinging the door open you’re immediately confronted with everything you desperately hoped was just a terrible, horrible dream.

However, no amount of pinching yourself would be able to bring you out of your shocked state of finding your boyfriend in bed with another woman.

Seeing her kiss-bitten lips and ruffled hair, and his fingers sinking into the plush skin of her hips as he kissed into her neck was enough to have you stumbling back out of there with tears in your eyes.

“Um..Fuck…Wait! I can explain! Wait up! I can explain! Please just give me a chance!” Jacob chased after you, stumbling to put on his boxers and a t-shirt.

You turned around on your heels to look at him, despite the hurt and betrayal you felt was bubbling up inside you.

“You're always here, there and everywhere! And I'm always at work, we only ever see each other for a few hours a week!" He starts to explain himself.

Your mind immediately rushes through every time you’d been running late after finishing up with a client, or when he told you things were running long at the office. Had he been lying to you this entire time?

"And yet, somehow, you still found the time to stick your dick in another woman?" You seethed.

"Well, I just missed you, I missed your touch" he pouts pathetically.

"Clearly you don't, since you found someone to fill my position just fine." You say, your voice level, but firm, not wanting to break down in front of him.

In the middle of the argument the other woman emerges from your bedroom, now fully dressed.

"Get out of my home!" You spit.

She’s quick to scurry her way out the door, leaving just you and Jacob to fight it out.

“Y’know what? I don’t need this. I don’t deserve to be treated like this by you.” You scorned, as you pushed past him to go into your bedroom to gather all your clothes and as many of your belongings as you could into a suitcase.

“So that’s it then? You’re leaving me? Just like that?” He bombards you with questions as you zip up your suitcase.

“It looks that way, doesn’t it.” you snark, unable to resist the urge to have one final poke at him. You didn’t want to stay in a place where he had brought another woman to. The place you had once called home now felt tainted.

“I’ve paid my half of this month’s rent, after this you’re on your own.” And with that you walk out, slamming the door behind you as you go.

It’s only when you find yourself sitting in your car, desperately calling your best friend that you allow the tears to fall.

“Hey, Robin?” You sniffle. “You know when you said that if I ever needed a place to go, I could stay with you?" You ask hopefully.

By the time Eddie drops you off at Robin’s apartment the rain had subsided.

You grab your bags and suitcase and make your way out of his van, thanking him kindly for the ride.

"My shop's over on Mount Avenue, if you come down tomorrow afternoon I'll probably have your car fixed by then."

"Thank you so much Eddie!" You smile.

"You're welcome, Darling."

You give him one more kind-hearted smile as you make your way to Robin’s place and try not to let your mind linger too much on the affectionate pet name that he dropped. He was being nice, that’s all. Don’t think too much into it.

Once you knock on the door, Robin is immediately there to take your bags and wrap you up in a warm towel.

“My car broke down.” you huffed a tired laugh as a way of explanation for your dishevelled state.

“You know you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need.” She reminds you.

“Thanks Rob, it means a lot.” You sniffle.

“So where’s your car now?” She asks.

“Funny thing about that, I got a lift from Eddie.” You explain, with a shy smile playing at your lips.

“Eddie? You mean Eddie Munson? The same Eddie Munson who you used to have the biggest crush on in HIgh School? That Eddie?” Robin asks in a babble of questions.

“Yes. Robin. That Eddie.” You nod, noting her teasing tone.

“So…Is he still as cute as you remember him?” Robin snarks with a nudge of her elbow in your arm.

“Come on Robin! It’s been ten years since I’ve spoken to him. He just gave me a lift here when my car broke down. He just happened to be passing by, it was pure chance.” you shake your head at your friend’s insinuation.

“You say chance, I say destiny.” she says with a smirk gracing her freckled features.

Whatever it was, you were eternally thankful that Eddie had been there to save you just when you needed it.

@itsfreakingbats @xxhellfiregirlxx @penguinsandpotterheads @munsonology @seatnights

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scoopsahoy · 1 year

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hey renee! I know you haven't been active for a little bit but whenever you do come back i have a fanfic request. maybe something where you and eddie have been dating in secret because your parents are stuck up and care about their reputation, but they find out and make you break up with him. but you love each other so much that you wanna get married someday. then he shows up at your house and the two of y'all fuck and it's so gentle and loving. preferably from a woman's pov. thanks!

ぺ word count ⋰ 2.6k

✰ tw ⋰ none :)

❍ cw ⋰ swearing, sex + fingering, top!reader, dirty talk, oral (female receiving)

✐ masterlist

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It’d been a long week in Hawkins without Eddie. The two of you thought you did a good job of hiding your relationship and being as secretive as possible, but you’d gotten caught by your mom, who walked in on you on top of him in just your bra and underwear.

Considering you had to keep your relationship from them, you weren’t surprised that you got yelled at for being with him, despite both of you being twenty years old. They had always been concerned with their social standing, and they didn’t like that he lived in a trailer, that he had tattoos and long hair, that he listened to rock music and played electric guitar, or that he didn’t get straight A’s. They told you in front of him that if their daughter was dating someone “like him”, it would destroy their reputation.

Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. You’d never felt this way about anyone, and the two of you had even talked about your future and possibly getting married which, for him, was a big deal. He’d said a few times that he’d been mostly against marriage for himself, believing it to be an unnecessary and stupid method to profess your love for someone and that it was something he was never interested in until he met you.

And, unbeknownst to you, he’d even gotten his grandmother’s ring and kept it in his sock drawer until just the right moment. The two of you were only twenty, so he had plenty of time to pop the question, but he wanted to be prepared.

Driving home with your passenger seat empty had been a strange feeling all week. Eddie was usually there, air-guitaring along to whatever song was playing on the radio or cassette he chose, usually Metallica.

But he wasn’t in your passenger seat tonight. Instead, he’d spent all week in bed, which concerned his uncle Wayne. He’d been broken up with by the woman who made his heart skip a beat when he thought of her, or who made him want to cry with pure love.

And he decided that this relationship wasn’t over just because your parents were more concerned about their public image than their daughter’s happiness. He knew that your parents worked the night shift and that you were the only one home, meaning that he wouldn’t have to confront them if he showed up.

So he took a deep breath before jumping in his van and speeding over to your house.

You were folding clothes on your bed when you heard the front door open and shut, assuming it was one of your parents coming home early from work. You wiped the tears staining your cheeks and hoped to avoid a long, self-preserving conversation with one of them.

Your door opened and you heard footsteps enter the room a few seconds before the door shut again.

“If you’re here to tell me that this is what’s best for the family and that you only did this to protect me, I’m not interested,” you stated as you put a shirt on a hanger.

“No, I’m not here for that.”

You turned around to see Eddie standing there, his hands in his pockets. You could tell that he’d also been crying, something he didn’t do much of.

“Eddie,” you whispered. You looked at each other for a moment before you turned back around, continuing to work on the pile of clothes. In your normal voice, you said, “You shouldn’t be here.”

He couldn’t see your face, but he continued talking. “I know.” He slowly began walking over to you, stopping when he was a few feet away.

“We can’t see each other anymore.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

You hesitated. “Trust me. I know.”

“Y/N… I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

“This. Break up. Neither of us wants this.”

“Yeah, well, my parents give more of a shit about what the public thinks about them than what I want. Just like when I was growing up and they would buy me stupid expensive clothes and gifts for my birthday and holidays instead of the ones I wanted so they could pretend they were rich. It wasn’t for me, and it wasn’t even for them. It was for everyone else, to impress them. And now they’re trying to control who I’m with so they can impress everyone else.”

“You’re an adult. You can decide who you’re with.”

“It’s not that simple, Eddie.”

“Why not?”

You shook your head. “It just isn’t.”

He moved closer, placing his hands on your upper arms. You froze, dropping the pair of jeans you were folding.

He turned you around and lifted your chin to make you look into his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I fell in love with you as soon as I met you. When you helped me find my class freshman year. You remember that?” You nodded. “What about when you invited me over to eat lunch with you because we were both alone? Remember that?”

“Yeah. I remember.” Your voice was quiet now, almost apologetic. “I remember all of it.”

“What about when you recruited members for Hellfire?” You nodded. “And you helped me really understand how to play Dungeons & Dragons?”

“I remember.”

“Me too. I remember all of it like it was yesterday. I remember realizing I was in love with you even though I swore I would never fall in love. I thought love was dumb and for people who settled. But you changed my mind. You did that. You singlehandedly changed my opinion on love and marriage and all that sappy shit. And now all I want to do is spend the rest of my life with you.”

You gripped his face with both hands and pulled him in for a kiss, feeling a tear drip down your cheek. His hands landed on your back and drew your torso in closer to him. You kissed him for a few more seconds before pulling away, putting a few inches between the two of you.

His expression turned sad, his eyes growing gentle.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I just… I can’t.” You slowly spun back around, wiping your cheek. You crossed your arms, letting out a silent sob and sniffling. “You should go.” It felt like someone stuck a dagger through your heart as you said that, and it only made you cry harder.

He closed the gap between you, his hands gently gripping your sides.

“I’ve known you for a few years now, and I know when you’re lying.”

He was right. Your words told him to leave, but your heart yearned for him, and it felt like it would beat out of your chest.

He pulled the hair off of your left shoulder and pressed his lips to your neck. Your eyes automatically shut as you let out a shaky breath. Instinctively, you laid your head back on his shoulder.

His arms wrapped around you, the palm of one of his hands laid flat against your ribs, the other laid flat above your belly button. Your arms settled on top of his and you gripped them by his wrists.

“Eddie,” you whispered, almost in a moan. His kisses trailed up to your jaw, and then to your cheek. “Please.”

You weren’t sure what you were asking for, but he seemed to know. His right hand reached down to untie the drawstring of your shorts before slipping inside of them, and you let out a soft gasp as his fingers pressed to the spot where you needed his touch the most.

Your hips bucked backward, your ass pressing into his crotch. One of your hands gripped the arm around your ribs, and the other held onto the one whose hand was in your pants.

Your jaw slowly dropped and your breath quickened as he continued kissing your neck. His fingers were moving slowly, almost too slow. It made your entire body feel like it was on fire, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, grinding into his hand. “Faster, please. I need- shit. I need you to go faster.”

He pulled his hand away and you pouted for a few seconds before he spun you around. His hands slid to the backs of your thighs and he picked you up, and your legs wrapped around him. He lowered you down onto the bed, swiping his hand into the laundry, sending most of it flying onto the floor.

You pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it in the same direction as the other clothes. His lips immediately attached themselves to your chest and left wet kisses on your skin. He hooked his fingers under your shorts and pulled them and your underwear off in one move, dropping them somewhere on the floor. You scooted up the bed and rotated so your head laid on the pillow and he could also lay comfortably.

He kissed up your inner thighs, his hands gripping the tops of them. The closer he got to your clit, the more the lack of friction made you want to scream.

You knew he knew how to tease you, but right now all you wanted was him.

The second he touched his tongue to the oh-so-sensitive bud, you melted under him. You shakily moaned and closed your eyes, throwing your head back.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

One of your hands reached down and tangled itself in his hair, and the other held onto one of his. He stared up at you, watching you writhe in pleasure.

He always loved eating you out, and had even told you that it was his favorite thing to do to you. He loved being able to make you feel so good with just his mouth, and he really loved seeing you after three or four orgasms when you were in a state of euphoria and how much you soaked the bedsheets.

So he was a little bit surprised when you stopped him.

“I need you inside me,” you begged. “Please.”

You sat up slightly as he stripped and turned over to reach into your nightstand, pulling out a condom and opening it for him. He wasted no time sliding it on and positioning himself above you, sliding his cock over your clit a few times. He kissed you deeply and you moaned into his mouth as he slowly pressed into you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep his mouth on yours. One of his hands gripped your thigh and squeezed it tightly, keeping your hip bent to give him deeper access.

You didn’t lose your virginity to Eddie. You lost it to a boy in your geometry class sophomore year of high school when he came over to study with you for a test. It was underwhelming, to say the least, and it made you nervous to have sex again.

But with Eddie, it came naturally. He didn’t push you to have sex the first time, instead letting you initiate it. And it wasn’t that long into your relationship. He’d driven the two of you out to the woods in a spot with a clearing where he liked to go smoke sometimes and watch the sunset.

You kissed him at one point and didn’t stop, eventually in his lap in the driver’s seat. You accidentally blew the horn and suggested you move it to the back of his van, where he had some blankets and pillows laid out.

You didn’t expect it to be as nice as it was, but he paid attention to you and what you wanted. And he lasted much longer than the first boy.

You whimpered Eddie’s name in his ear and he grunted, still kissing your neck. The interrupted stimulation from him eating you out made you extra sensitive, and you could tell that you weren’t going to last much longer.

And when he began thrusting faster, you couldn’t help your pussy from squeezing him tightly.

“Shit,” he moaned, the extra tightness making his hips falter for a few seconds.

He picked up speed again and the bedframe began hitting the wall, but you could barely hear it over the sound of your blended moans and skin slapping against skin.

You almost jumped out of your skin at the feeling of him fingering you. He usually didn’t do this unless he was about to cum and you hadn’t yet, or unless he wanted you to cum more than once before him.

“Are you close?” you asked in a strained voice.

“No, I just want you to.”

Your heels pressed into the backs of his thighs as your right hand gripped his shoulder tightly. His fingers traced circles as quickly as possible and you felt like you couldn’t breathe as your orgasm built quickly.

He stopped kissing your neck and looked at you. “Cum for me, baby,” he commanded. He watched your expression change as you quickly went over the edge as your entire body trembled and your eyebrows contorted upward.

You were practically screaming as he fucked you through your orgasm, your nails pressing into his skin. He made sure to drag it out until you came down from your high, slowing down to a complete stop.

He looked at you with a smile on his face, chuckling when you opened your eyes. You were both short of breath, but you pulled him down to kiss him.

A few seconds later, he began thrusting again, but you rolled him over so you could be on top. He scooted both of you backward so he could sit back against the wall.

He gripped your hips tightly as you began to bounce quickly on him. You leaned down and kissed him, holding his face where it was. You both kept your eyes shut and moaned into each others’ mouths.

“God,” he grunted. His fingertips were pressed into your skin and his grip began to strengthen.

He usually finished faster when you were on top, and you could tell his was getting close.

“That’s it,” you whispered. “You gonna cum?” He nodded quickly, his moans getting even louder. “Cum for me, Eddie.”

You kept your foreheads together and he closed the gap between your bodies, holding you tightly. He thrust his hips into you as you bounced, shakily moaning as he released into the condom.

Neither of you moved for a moment, but you panted in tandem with each other. Once he calmed down a bit, he kissed you gently.

“I love you,” he said tiredly. “So much.”

“I love you, too.”

You pulled yourself off of him and he stripped the condom off, tossed it in your trash can next to your bed, then grabbed a tissue to clean himself off.

You sat in front of him and pulled your knees into your chest. You just looked at each other and he smiled.

“At least nobody walked in on us this time,” you said.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Silence for a few seconds.

“What are you staring at me for?”

He shook his head with a small smile. “Move in with me.”

You furrowed your brows. “What?”

“Move in with me. You can bring all your stuff.”

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“Don’t you have to ask your uncle?”

“He told me to ask you. He likes you a lot.”

You smiled, getting up on your knees and crawling over to him.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

You kissed him. “I’d love to.”

“Yeah?” he asked with a smile.

“Yeah.”

Within a few seconds, you were on your back with Eddie showering you with kisses.

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thedoctorisinlove · 2 years

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sleeping with eddie munson?,, not smut just like actual sleeping lol

eddie munson ; sleeping headcanons

genre : fluff

pairing : eddie munson x gender neutral reader

disclaimer : none

author's note : thank you so much for the request anon! i apologize since this is so short compared to my other works but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy. :)

⋆ sleeping with eddie munson is the most comforting feeling in the entire world but also uncomfortable in a way?

⋆ this man is a literal manchild. he cannot sleep unless he's holding or clutching onto something, which is when you come into play. he'll be holding onto your waist and pulling you close to him the entire night.

⋆ you literally can't get out of his death grip without making this man up. he's such a light sleeper, he wakes up to any literal sudden movement or sound. if you wake him up, he literally can't go back to sleep for a few more hours. so good luck if you want to take a piss in the middle of the night. 😭

⋆ so you basically have to be stiff as a board sleeping with him. maybe your leg will go sore and you desperately need air but it's okay, anything for eddie munson 🤞.

⋆ if your back is facing back, he'll be giving you lots of kisses at the back of your head. especially if you're sleeping, his kisses are more apparent once you're unconscious. he'd also kiss the sides of your cheek whenever he pleases and your neck, god protect your neck from this man. he'll be giving you a lot of neck kisses because he knows you're easily ticklish. maybe tease you a bit by sucking on your neck for awhile. totally would be the type to nuzzle his nose on your neck as well, just inhaling your scent calms him.

⋆ if you both are having trouble sleeping, honestly just draw circles on his skin. it helps him feel tired having your skin on him in a loop. but most nights when you both are struggling, you guys will both be on the bed staring at the dark ceiling talking about whatever until one of you drift off. it can be hours and hours of talking about some deep shit or stupid gossip. eddie always finds a place to crack some jokes in every now and then as well.

⋆ eddie tells you "i love you" every night. it's like if he doesn't tell you that before sleeping, he just can't. it's technically a routine for him at this point, he feels weird if he doesn't tell you he loves you every night. maybe his voice will be a bit slurred and woozy but he always make sure his words are clear (in a way or trying his best😭). he's the most vulnerable at night.

⋆ eddie is surprisingly an early riser. he's always the one to be awake every morning. however, he won't go anywhere but just stay in bed before you wake up. even if he's going to run late for school, he's like "nah nah my s/o is more important." would give you morning kisses but tease you for it, however if you become self conscious because of his comments, he'll make it up to you by giving you more morning kisses. the thought he made you insecure by his own comments breaks his heart, he doesn't want to hurt you.

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littlelioncub43 · 1 year

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in the mood to just throw myself face-first into Eddie's bed and have him come snuggle me from behind until we fall asleep

YES, ME TOO.

He's perfect.

He also needs to be cuddled and loved on. He's not used to having someone to cuddle and hold him or who wants to be held by him. So when he has your sleepy eyes and gentle hands pulling him towards his bed, he's a bit nervous. But, man, when you look at him like that, he's 1000000% sure that he'd do anything you ask of him. Then you snuggle in close and let out that cute little sigh as you start to drift off. Yeah, this was the life. Eddie loves it. He'll hold you for eternity if that's what you want from him, but right now, he'll settle for the night.

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hellfirexhoe · 1 year

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Death of Me: Chapter 15 - A Very Special Meeting of the Hellfire Club

Chapter 15 | Series Masterlist

3,794 words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, childbirth, fluff.

October 31st 1986.

If you thought you were miserable during your first trimester, boy were you unprepared for going a week past your due date.

You're fairly certain that raspberries may go extinct at the rate you're chugging cups of raspberry leaf tea. Not that you care. Stupid raspberries.

Eddie had taken you on miles long meanders in the woods around Hawkins, trying to hold a conversation with you that wouldn't end in you frustrated. You appreciate the effort but still, stupid walks.

Your mother had said castor oil was a great way to get things moving. You didn't have time to find out before the oily substance on your tongue made you vomit. Stupid oil.

You woke up this morning particularly irritable, stomping around the house until Eddie finally dared to ask what was bothering you so. You'd shot him a death glare and then pointed at your stomach,

"He's supposed to be here. We were told the 23rd."

"I know sweetheart, but maybe he's just super cosy in there and isn't ready to leave yet. But we'll get to meet him soon." Eddie gives you a soft smile and you groan,

"Spare me that crap. I just want him off my bladder." You growl the last words as your son helpfully pushes down on your bladder as though to illustrate your point.

Eddie tries to give you a sympathetic smile but it doesn't win you over, you're uncomfortable and sore and you feel like you haven't slept in months.

"You don't have to come with me tonight, I really don't mind if you want to stay home and get some rest, maybe a bubble bath."

"Two things," You hold up your fingers, "One, I can't drive myself to the hospital if your son decides he wants to make an appearance. Two, there is no way on God's green earth I'm going to be able to fit into that tub right now." You rummage through the cupboard, locating your coffee mug with ease. Eddie learned the hard way that your caffeine intake was not his to police while you were sleeping so poorly. A tiny foot in the ribs doesn't exactly send you off into a dreamless sleep.

Eddie comes over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, the other rubbing your stomach soothingly.

"Ugh you smell like water." You grumble and wrinkle your nose while Eddie stands baffled,

"What the hell does water smell like?"

"I don't know but you just do!" Eddie bites back a chuckle, knowing you'll bite his head off if he does.

"Okay I'm going to go shower and see if that somehow makes me smell less like water. Do you want me to help you with your costume when I'm done?"

"You're going to have to squeeze me into it, I feel like I've swallowed a planet."

The zip glides smoothly up your back as Eddie finishes helping you get dressed, mercifully you’d picked a much larger size, meaning Eddie did not have to “grease you up” as he kindly offered. You sit on the edge of the bed and he kneels down to help you slip your feet into your shoes, a small frown crossing his face, placing the shoes back down beside him and switching to rubbing your feet, a quiet tut leaving his mouth,

"You're been on your feet too much again." He gently chides, it's coming from a place of concern, not control.

"Well how else am I going to walk this baby out?" You lean back onto a pillow you hastily shove behind you, sighing as Eddie’s hands work over your sore feet, relaxing the muscles and helping the painful swelling on your feet reduce. You shut your eyes and let another long sigh go,

“Better?”

“Don’t be smug about it.” Eddie laughs and you smile, “Alright if you don’t stop now I’m going to have to insist you cancel tonight and carry on.”

“Sorry guys, no game tonight. Fiancee’s feet hurt so I’m spending the evening taking care of her? Yeah what an asshole I’d be.” Eddie places your shoes onto your feet gently and stands up, holding out a hand to help you up.

“Five more minutes.” You pout and Eddie lets his hand drop, shrugging,

“Fine but then you miss out on watching me stab myself in the eye multiple times.” Eddie ducks into the bathroom as he calls out to you.

“It’s just not that difficult to do Eddie, how many times do I have to do your makeup for you?” You eventually manage to pull yourself off the bed and waddle into the bathroom watching as he immediately pulls his lower lid down,

“Absolutely not. Put the pencil down Munson.” You had explained so many times that doing that was going to cause premature aging around his eyes but he just doesn’t listen, insisting this was the only way he could put eyeliner on. You take the pencil from his hand and turn his head to yours, rolling your eyes at the satisfied grin on his face. To his credit, Eddie keeps still as he squats down so you can reach his eyes with ease, and is able to fight the instinct to back away from the invading black pencil rimming his eyes.

“Okay, there. Not difficult.” You step back and let Eddie admire his lined eyes in the mirror, grinning at your handiwork as he inspects it.

“Thank you sweetheart.” Eddie smooches the top of your head, “Now where are those fangs?”

He rummages through the bag he’s haphazardly thrown onto the counter and produces a plastic pack of fangs.

“Eddie, those are going to shred your gums to pieces, what happened to the caps I found?”

“The caps were cool, but these glow in the dark.” Eddie switches the light off as he speaks and produces another pack of faintly green teeth and offers them to you.

“Nope, I’m sticking with my caps, have fun wrecking your gums though.”

“Your losh.” Eddie struggles with the plastic encasing his teeth, but you can see he’s grinning in the dark thanks to the glow of the teeth.

You switch the light back on and gently bump him aside so you can better see the mirror for placing the fang caps over your teeth. The putty tastes vile but secures them comfortably and means you can still talk without sounding insane. You spot Eddie rummaging in the bag once more and he produces a frankly ridiculous amount of fake blood.

“I thought we were both going as vampires? You going as Carrie or something?” Eddie laughs as you watch him with a raised eyebrow,

“I got a good deal.”

“I’d hope so, that jug is getting passed down to our grandkids.”

Eddie dips a q-tip into the jug and dabs two marks on your neck, dragging the soaked cotton along your skin to emulate a trickle of blood. You shudder at the sticky sensation but in the mirror you have to admit it looks realistic.

“Okay now do me.”

“Eddie… we have plans.” You joke, it takes him a split second to grasp your meaning but he does,

“I meant the fake blood, idiot.” Eddie teases as he presents you with a q tip and tilts his neck for you.

“What if I just draw a dick on your neck right now?”

“You’re a menace. I’m trusting you to behave.”

You’re the first to the Wheeler’s house, aside from the Wheeler’s of course. Nancy answers the door, dressed as a witch, complete with pointy hat and broomstick. As you head into the basement you see Mike, with an alarming amount of gel through his hair, slicking it back. You tilt your head on the side unable to place the costume inspiration, he notices your stare,

“It will make sense when El gets here.”

“You’re gonna die when you realise.” Nancy laughs as she moves more chairs around the table and then beckons you upstairs with her. “No baby yet then?”

“Shit, we left him at home.” You deadpan and then laugh,

“Sorry, stupid question huh?”

“It’s okay, but if he doesn’t come soon I am sending him to a bad school.”

A doorbell interrupts you and you see a sliver of orange and white in the gap between Nancy and the door, Nancy is nearly on the floor with giggles and steps aside to allow Dustin in, Dustin who is wearing a gigantic grin, and a traffic cone costume.

“Points for originality.” You manage between laughs. He tries to bow and nearly takes Eddie out with the tip of the cone on his head.

“Shit Henderson, you were right. I’d never have guessed.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Dustin holds out his hand and Eddie places a bill into the hand, shaking his head and laughing.

Eleven arrives alongside Will and Jonathon, and immediately you twig the costume as Mike goes in to hug her,

“Oh my god you guys are Danny and Sandy! That is beyond cute!” Dustin pretends to gag from behind their back but you can see he thinks the costume is cute too. Will and Jonathon have both dressed as wizards, Will’s costume is one that is well loved, you can see from the adjustments made to the costume to fit a growing body. Will immediately attaches himself to Eddie and is asking a million questions a minute about the campaign, and Eddie matches his energy immediately, gesturing with his hands in a manner that is bound to result in someone being accidentally hit.

Robin is next to arrive, with her designated driver dressed in a blue boiler suit and raybans.

“Maverick from Top Gun?” Steve nods, grinning, clearly thrilled with his costume. Robin’s is harder to place, a mustard yellow sweater and pale blue jeans.

“Any clues?” She shakes her head, looking like she might explode at any given minute into raucous laughter,

“She won’t even give me any clues. It’s driving me crazy! Like, I know this sweater from somewhere!”

“Robin!” Dustin hollers from across the room, “Nice Steve costume!”

Robin collapses into laughter as Steve’s jaw drops, not sure whether to be offended or flattered.

“Is this why you were asking me about my hair care routine??”

Erica, Lucas and Max are dropped off by the basement door so that Max can be easily wheeled into the basement, Max is dressed as Freddie Krueger, with Lucas dressed as Nancy Thompson, complete with a beautifully styled wig. Erica has on a cowboy hat, with an apple mark on her cheek, and is wearing pale orange clothes, you have to ask Dustin who immediately twigs and compliments the cleverness of the costume.

“She’s Applejack.”

“Apple who?”

“My Little Pony.”

“Ooh, that is clever.”

You notice the absence of the original Hellfire club, you know Eddie had invited them but it had been a terse call, two had moved away from Hawkins in the aftermath of the “earthquake” and weren’t thrilled about coming back and Gareth had politely declined as he apparently had a date, which Eddie wasn’t entirely sure he believed. You’d done your best not to eavesdrop but the phone was on the wall in the kitchen, and you were trying to make dinner, so it’s not entirely your fault that you’d overheard the conversations. Eddie had insisted it didn’t bother him that they were seemingly avoiding him, but eventually you’d pointed out that it’s okay if it did bother him, and you were always happy to listen if he wanted to talk about it, and that was enough for Eddie, to know he had a supportive partner, and friends who weren’t dodging his calls for a Halloween-themed D&D afternoon/evening.

Eddie starts the session and immediately is met with confused stares at his slurred speech. Eddie sighs heavily and spits out his vampire teeth and tries again to speak, this time everyone understanding.

It’s about an hour in when you stand to pick up the dice Eddie is helpfully gesturing to, you feel a slight cramp in your belly, you brush it off. You’d been dealing with braxton hicks for the last 3 weeks and this did not feel any different to those, so you take a sip of water and grab a handful of pretzels when your turn is over, knowing these usually help to alleviate the symptoms.

Eddie catches Mike gawking at your bump and puts his head in front of his face to intercept the gaze,

“She’s not going to explode, you know. Quit your staring.” Mike averts his gaze but you do catch him glancing a few times, and you’re fairly sure Eddie’s statement was right on the money because the boy is looking at you like he expects an Alien chestburster situation is going to happen any second.

Another hour passes and your snacking hasn’t stopped the discomfort, and as another cramp hits you curse under your breath and kick Eddie’s foot under the table, Eddie’s eyes flick to you and he notices the beads of sweat on your head,

“You okay?” He whispers, you shake your head and gesture for him to lean in closer, the second the phrase,

“I think I’m having contractions.” Leaves your lips he is on his feet,

“Right, someone take a note of where we’re at, we’re gonna head to the hospital and go have us a baby.” Eddie grabs your hand and guides you out of the house without a moment’s hesitation.

Will shuts his eyes and closes Eddie’s notebooks without peeking, before Dustin or Mike think to hop up and have a rummage.

“Eddie, they're going to tell us to go home and wait until my contractions are more frequent.”

“That’s fine, but I want you to get checked out first.” Eddie’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel.

“We don’t even have my hospital bag in the van, we need to go home first. We can call my parents and Wayne too and let them know.” Eddie takes the next turn reluctantly, clearly not happy with the diversion back to your house but knowing you’re making sense.

You’re helped down from the van and as another contraction hits so does a wave of nausea and you proceed to vomit on Eddie’s shoes. Mercifully they’re not his usual white reeboks, they’re black so the staining isn’t visible, because that would probably make you vomit again.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I need new shoes anyway.” He shuffles out of them and dumps them into the trashcan as you head to the front door. You call your parents as Eddie hops up the stairs, taking about 4 at a time by the sound alone. He's coming back down the stairs just as you tell your parents what’s happening, a bag slung over one shoulder and trying to hop into a new shoe.

“You can call Wayne, I desperately need to sit down.” You struggle over to a chair as Eddie dials, phone pressed into his shoulder as he puts the other shoe on.

“Hey Wayne -”

You hear a small pop and feel fluid trickling down your leg, for a split second you wonder if you might have pissed yourself but then it dawns on you.

“SHIT BABY COMING GOTTA GO BYE.” Eddie manages to garble out before he slams the receiver down and all but fireman carries you out of the house.

Without the cushioning of liquid your contractions are suddenly infinitely worse, to the point that when you arrive at the hospital the first thing you say to a member of staff is,

“Drugs. Get me drugs.”

You’re helped into a wheelchair and wheeled into an examination room where a midwife checks you over and confirms you’re in labour, to which you snarkily reply,

“I could have told you that!” Eddie mouths an apology to her and is waved off,

“If you think that’s the worst anyone has said to me mid-labour you are mistaken. Let me take you guys to a room and you can get settled in there.”

Eddie settles you on the bed, making sure you have enough pillows to be comfortable and fussing around until you ask him to just sit down because he’s making you anxious with his pacing. You receive pain relief and are able to relax between exams, and countless members of staff walking in and out to check on you. You have gas and air available to you and of course Eddie asks to try it as soon as you’re on your own.

“Oooh I feel all dizzy.” Eddie laughs as he hands the mouthpiece back to you,

“I’m more enjoying it for the pain relief, but I’m glad you’re having fun.” You stick your tongue out at him.

It’s around 9pm when you first start feeling the urge to push, you alert Eddie and he presses the call button behind your head. Your midwife confirms that you can start to push and Eddie pales for a second but shakes his head, regaining himself and comes to stand by your side taking your hand in his.

It takes two hours of pushing, your whole body wracked with pain and covered in sweat. Eddie tried to distract you from the pain by slipping his fangs in when you weren’t looking and then flashing you a cheesy grin, that did make you laugh until you realised that laughing hurt just as bad as a contraction at the minute. Eddie didn’t have time to remove the fangs before you had to push once more, and this time you were told to hold the push, because the baby's head was so close. You held until you were fairly sure you were about to pass out and then managed one more push.

“Okay heads out! Now let's get these shoulders out and get this guy out!” You could only give a half hearted thumbs up to the midwife as you huffed on the gas and air as though it might hold the secret to getting the baby out with one painless push.

“You got thish.” Eddie rubs your back, “My shtrong girl, you can do it.”

You listen to your body and your midwife’s instructions and eventually, after a lot of pushing, swearing and sweating, you feel a small foot kick your thigh and an almost instant relief of pressure.

The cry comes moments later, a beautiful sound to yours and Eddie’s ears. Your son is placed on your chest and Eddie perches on the bed, putting his arm around you to cradle you gently as you look down at the small person laying on you.

Wayne was absolutely right about the Munson nose, and dark tufts on his slightly bloodied head indicate he’s got Eddie’s hair. The shape of his lips is similar to your own and it makes you smile to see your own features in this perfect being in your arms. Your midwife helps you finish delivery then takes your son away briefly to check him over and clean him up a bit, eventually handing you a bundle of blue blankets surrounding his face.

“11.59pm, he just made the cut for a Halloween birthday.” The midwife jokes,

“Hell yeah he did.” Eddie grins, then practically melts into a puddle when his finger is grabbed so tightly. You rest the back of your head on Eddie’s chest and he rests his chin on the top of your head as you both stare in absolute wonder.

“Can’t believe we made him.” You say quietly,

“Me neither. He’s just so perfect.” You nod at Eddie’s words, stroking the top of your son’s head.

“You should probably call our families, let them know.”

“You sure? They can wait till tomorrow.” You nod reassuring him you are happy for him to step out for a second.

Eddie keeps the door open, and stretches the phone cord to its absolute limit so that he never has to take his eyes off of the two of you while he makes the calls. Your parents cry, but Wayne? Wayne wails down the phone at the news, utterly unintelligible noise.

“Okay… Well, visiting hours are from 9am so you can come meet him if you want.” More loud sobbing, that sounds like an agreement.

After a night of not really sleeping because you don’t want to take your eyes off of your new baby, and also doing your best impression of a human cow, as you described it to Eddie, 9am rolls around and your parents and Wayne, who had carpooled and being sitting in the car in the parking lot since 7.30am don’t wait a second before they’re practically running to meet their first grandchild.

Wayne is allowed first cuddles and then proceeds to make the strange, strangled wailing noise from last night when Eddie whispers the name to him. Your parents busy themselves with checking on you, trying to wait their turn to see their grandson. Wayne passes the baby to your mother who wells up when the soft weight is placed in her arms, your father similarly chokes up, looking between the baby, you, and Eddie.

“He’s a perfect mix of the pair of you.”

Eddie peers over your mother’s shoulder, “Yeah, sorry about the nose kid.” Everyone softly chuckles and your father awkwardly places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Do we get to know the name then?” Your mother asks, gesturing at a quiet sniffling Wayne, you nod and gesture to Eddie.

“His name is Oscar Wayne Munson.” The loud sobbing from Wayne starts up again and your parents smile,

“Or, Ozzy.” You speak up and your mother glances at you, confused,

“Like Osbourne?” You nod, Eddie’s a little too stunned to speak that your mother knows who Ozzy Osbourne is.

“It actually fits, really well.” Your mother laughs looking down at the baby in her arms, “Little Ozzy.” Eventually she is convinced to pass him to your father for cuddles, and then Oscar is placed back in your arms, where you hold him close to you, inhaling that fresh new baby smell that Eddie was convinced was a myth until he’d sniffed Oscar’s head and declared they needed to make that smell a car air freshener. Your family stay for a while, but they notice you getting tired and politely excuse themselves, leaving you and Eddie to cuddle up with your child.

“Hey, did you ever think, all those times you were glaring at me from across the canteen that we’d get to this point?”

“Eddie, I love you so much. But if anyone had told me back then this was how my ‘86 was going to go I would have personally driven them to Pennhurst myself.”

“‘86 was definitely our year though, right?”

“Absolutely.”

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All too well

┕━» Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

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Rating: angst angst ANGTS, flashback fluff and a bit of smut.

Summary: a bit inspired from all too well by taylor swift. it’s your last prom. you and eddie were together but you broke up in a bad way. you go at the prom and eddie watches you from outside, because it’s too painful for him, so he stays in his uncle’s car writing you a letter.

tw: arguing, swearing, crying, just a mention of a miscarriage

Word count: 6k

english is not my first language!

(every time i have to say this, there are a lot of similarities to my wattpad fic “Together, until the end”) taglist

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21 May 1986, Hawkins High School prom

As you well know i’m not a prom type, i don’t like being with too many people.

My perfect evening is spending time with the Hellfire members doing one of my campaigns or being alone in my messy room strumming my electric guitar. But today is the last prom. I made it, i’m going to graduate, i can’t even believe it.

Of course i’m happy about it, i’m finally gonna run away from that fucking school and start spending more time with my band, like i’ve always wanted. But that means that i probably will never see you again.

You look gorgeous. You are so beautiful.

Your nude dress perfectly wrapped around your waist, your wavy hair left loose swaying around your shoulders as you move softly.

You put on a matching eyeshadow. You feel ridiculous. Everyone is smiling, the other girls from the cheer team are so excited to attend to their last prom, but you’re feeling the opposite. You’re not happy, you miss something or…someone.

The gym is full of tables, covered in table cloths and ornate centerpieces.

Decorations cover the cinder block walls and the photo booth sits beside the tables, full of drinks and food. The front of the gym leaves an empty space for the dance floor.

You watch as people stand up from their seats at the tables around the gym and head to the dance floor. You can see Chrissy, your co-head cheerleader, Chelsea, Tara, Lindsay, Amber, Stacy and the others. All happy while they complements each other’s dresses.

Every once in a while you watch into the crowd, but no, he’s not here with you.

And i’m here. I can’t enter, i…just can’t. It is too painful. I’m sitting in my uncle’s car, watching you.

Oh, your sweet disposition

And my wide-eyed gaze

And I can picture it after all these days

And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more

And I might be okay but I'm not fine at all

'Cause there we are again on that little town street

To be honest proms aren’t your thing either, but this is your senior year, and you’re the cheer captain so you have to be there.

We would’ve been the cutest couple in hawkins, if we hadn’t hidden our relationship for so long.

But let’s be honest, we were very unexpected, who could’ve ever guessed that the hawkins high head cheerleader would’ve fallen in love with the town ‘freak’. Yes, you are popular and all, but different from the other jocks. You are sweet, caring, kind, sensitive to the others, even baddass when it was necessary, and absolutely stunning.

Before you i didn’t have time for stupid crushes, heart palpitations or anything.

I had always mocked the interpretations of attraction with heart-shaped eyes. I’ve always been a guy who flirts with anyone who's spent more than five minutes with me.

But the butterflies in the stomach?

The overwhelming feeling of losing your head over someone?

That excitement running through the veins? Never

But you. You.

In a tight little cheer skirt.

13 September 1985, cafeteria

"Maybe if you stop staring at her and actually approach her and talk, you might have a chance." Dustin intervenes as he sits next to them, slamming the lunch tray. "Your eyes will burst out."

Eddie realizes that he was biting his lower lip when Dustin and Mike stare at him.

He put immediately his gaze on the newspaper to cover himself.

"Is it a crime to look at a beautiful girl, Henderson?"

"You're creepy." Jeff adds "Also I don't think you're her type”

"Shut up... and how do you know I'm not her type?"

"Yeah but you’ll never know if you stay here” Gareth replies “You said you were gonna talk to her last year…and the year before…and the other before too-”

“Okay yep, get it”

“Get her flowers or play something with your guitar. Girls like those shit" Dustin adds

"She's a senior now. And I'm sorry, but who knows if you're gonna graduate this year... maybe you should hurry up and ask her out." Gareth says "Yes... I mean, this should be your year right?"

"Exactly."

At the sound of your laughter a curve forms on the boy's face.

"LOOK! You get that stupid smile on your face every time she smiles or talks or does anything." Dustin exclaims pointing to the older boy

Eddie's eyes meet yours for a heartbeat, his eyes widened in an instant as you both immediately move away your gaze. And here are the boy's cheeks painting of a light pink, but before they can notice he returns with his eyes in the newspaper covering his face.

You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me

Wind in my hair, I was there

I remember it all too well

I often found himself daydreaming about you.

It didn't make sense. You are a cheerleader, the Hawkins High gold girl, in the middle of a bunch of high school losers like me. Quite everyone had or has a crush on you and i have never been attracted to popular girls. There was something about you.

I’ve been watching you since he was in the eleventh grade, so it has been three years. The way your lips curl in a smile when your chatting with the others. The way you move your hair from a shoulder to the other. I was- am completely lost in you. I tried to deny it, but i couldn’t.

I, Eddie Munson, have a crush. And you’re so beautiful. You have a beautiful smile, you have a beautiful laugh, that glow in your eyes when you look at your friend. And i said ‘i have absolutely zero chances’

6 October 1985, woods

“May i?” a voice brings you back to reality. You rapidly dry your cheeks

The first time we two talked to each other you were sitting at the bench in the woods. That is my drug dealing spot, but of course you didn’t know it.

“I’m- i thought no one ever comes here” You peer up to see no one other than Eddie Munson stepping into the little clearing at the picnic table.

“True…huh just me. We’re you…crying?” he asks concerned, your eyes are bloodshot. Your cheeks and the tip of your nose are red.

You don’t respond but he can see that you are pretty nervous.

When you looked at me i though my heart was gonna explode.

“All right, just gimme the word and i’ll go away and i’ll leave you alone”

“No no it’s okay, i don’t want you to go” you hurry to say as he takes the sit in front of you “I often go into the woods when i’m upset or stressed” you say looking around you

“Yeah me too. You want to talk to me about…this?”

You shock your head sightly

When you look up at him, his heart skips several beats, your eyes meeting his and the corners of your lips turning up in a smile before your cheeks turned rosy and you look away.

How could someone be so beautiful while crying?

“What were you listening to?” he asks pointing to your walkman trying to distract you from your thoughts

“Huh Abba…The smiths”

“Abba? The smiths? Really?” he gasps

“They’re great! I’m not a huh metal music tipe as you”

“Is it that obvious that i listen to heavy metal?” he says looking at you raising an eyebrow

“Are you seriously asking me that? i mean look at you! You have like those cool hair, and those pretty tattoos. And obviously you’re wearing a Metallica shirt so…”

He gasps again dramatically, putting a hand on his heart and falling to the ground making you laugh “Look at what you’ve done You just hit me in my heart!”

You laugh harder, warmth spreads across your chest to his goofy movements to standing up, but your eyes are still filled with tears. “Oh my bad i haven’t introduced myself yet” he walks back to the table, placing his palms against it and looming over you with that large grin of his face “Eddie Munson, my pleasure to meet the Hawkins High golden girl”

Every time you looked at me it felt like somebody has a hand wrapped around my chest and they're squeezing really fucking hard, trying to make my heart pop out of my throat.

“So” he fixes his hair, moving them out from his face “You want to talk about what happened?”

“Why? Munson you don’t even know me”

“True but i would like to help you” he nods swiping some tears left under your eyes “If- if you let me to”

To me, all that mattered was that i was able to make you smile in that moment.

11 October 1985, your house

You turn to the side of the window and notice

"Munson?" You raise your eyebrows in disbelief, there's the brown long haired-metalhead-puppy eyed outside your window.

"Uhm sorry I-I'm here to bring you back your book...uh you left it at school and Mr Higgins told me to give it to you. Sorry for the trouble."

I think we both know that it was just an excuse, i needed to see you. Yeah you forgot your book, but i begged Huggins to be the one to bring it back to you.

You have so many questions to ask him starting with why the hell is he outside your window and he didn't knock on the door?

"Don't worry, no trouble. Do you want to come in?" you giggle. You are alone today and you wouldn't mind his company

"Yeah, why not," he replies, scratching the back of his neck "How are you?" he smiles, he's really cute when he smiles

"All right, a bit tired but I'm fine"

You both sit on your bed, you raise your legs to your chest with my back to the wall while he stays at the foot of the bed with his legs crossed. Until a few weeks ago, I never would have said that Eddie "the freak" Munson would be in your room talking to you and that you would’ve enjoyed his company.

You haven’t felt like this in a long time.

"You know, you're one of the few people, maybe the only one who makes me feel appreciated in that horrible school. I don't think you can say the same about me, I mean, the freak" he lowers his head, you can feel a pinch of sadness in his voice.

"To tell the truth I never thought this about you and I never will" you tell him sincerely "And yeah I appreciate your presence" you see a spark in his eyes as he hints one of the most spontaneous smiles you’ve ever seen.

"Wait- Let me just-" Slowly he puts a hand on your cheek an then moves behind your ear the hair that fell on your face. You follow with your gaze the movement of his hand as you feel a slight shiver on your back. He wears a lot of rings, they've never made you crazy about but they fit him perfectly.

"You know I like these rings," you say taking his hand in yours.

You liked my rings? Iwas going crazy, on the inside of course. I hoped you couldn’t be able to hear my heart beating.

"Choose one" you can feel his look on you as you analyze his warm hands that contrast with the cold metal rings. Notice the one on his fourth finger in his left hand

"This" you point touching the cold metal

"Here" he stick it on your right ring finger "Okay maybe it's too big, let's put it here" he chuckles and puts it on your middle finger

"I really appreciate that, thank you Eddie”

“First time you call me by my name” he grins

“Look at that, very metal” you giggle, showing it better to him.

I know you still have my ring, at least i hope so. You’ve never given back it to me.

Since then i knew i wanted you in my life, like really.

17 November 1985, Starcourt

I asked you out and i remember spending entire nights to think about how to tell you that, even if that would’ve meant being face to face with rejection. It wouldn’t even be the first one.

“So a cookie dough for the lady and a double chocolate four you sir” you both thank the kind ice cream man

“I think the flavor you choose sucks” Eddie says as he begin to eat his ice cream

“Mhm mhm Munson you’re so wrong. Try it”

Eddie cautiously put a little spoon in it and picks it up examining it.

“Eh its not like it’s gonna kill you”

He fakes a laugh and pulls out the spoon form his mouth, widening his eyes “Shit it’s good, decent enough to eat”

“I know you liked it, let me try yours” you do the same thing and put the little spoon in your mouth “Ew, all yours, no i don’t like chocolate” you do a disgusted face

“What? Who on earth doesn’t like chocolate?!”

“Me”

I remember it, the only person in the whole world who doesn’t like chocolate.

You both laugh, he places his hand under your chin wiping your lower lip with his thumb as you look up to him deep into his eyes.

“Hey uhm” he clears his throat while you move your hair on one shoulder “I have to tell you something”

“Yeah?”

"I fell so fucking hard for you” he admits to you. You stare at him with wide eyes, not being able to believe your ears.

“I can't stop thinking about you, Every time I fall asleep all I dream about is you. Whenever you're around I can't think straight, i become a blushing mess…and-“

“Listen, Eddie-”

“And i know…cheer captain, town freak. You don’t like me and i get it…i- i mean-“

“Damn it Munson-”

“I just- i needed to tell you this because i’ve never felt like this before with no one else. It’s something new to me and-“

You sighs closing you eyes, resting your right hand on the boy's warm neck so he stops rambling "God i could kiss you right now"

“I- i-” Eddie is interrupted by the delicate touch of your lips against his.

Kind and soft. It’s a very short kiss. You detach from his lips as Eddie freezes. He had never felt like this, his cheeks slightly pink that and unable to utter a word for those few seconds. He blinks a few times, stunned from what had just happened and there it is: blushing mess.

I remember i could feel the blood rush to my face as i began to ramble, and an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in my stomach.

God if only you knew what you did to me.

“Eddie i like you, a lot …you didn’t notice” you admit taking his hand in yours “We should do that again”

After a few moments of disbelief, he returns to himself, bringing your lips again close to his. His lips so soft on yours. This kiss is more passionate, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips, you can taste the ice cream flavor on each other’s tongue. Your fingers rests behind his neck while his hand cups your jaw. Your skin feeling like it is burning under his touch.

I didn't think that you liked me like that, like ever.

You both are unable to open your eyes for a few seconds, lips redden cause of the kiss. When he opens his, he sees a big adorable smile spreading on your features.

In this moment Eddie is like a child, he also can’t hold back the smile.

All i wanted was you, and i finally had a chance.

I wondered how long you had liked me, and i cursed myself for not telling you my feelings sooner.

I also remember i pinched myself on the leg to make sure that it wasn't a dream.

27 December 1985, Eddie’s trailer

A faded Led Zeppelin song in the background, played by the radio. You walks back to his room and linger in the doorway, he’s asleep. The warm sunset golden light enters from the roller shutter glowing on him.

He’s spread out over every free surface on the bed laying on his stomach with his arms wrapped around the pillow, wearing just his boxer and a Dio shirt.

I remember that afternoon. The fate has you to have a polaroid with you.

He looks so peaceful. With a dopey grin, you sat down beside him, taking the camera in your hand and taking a picture.

At the flash light he squints and groans. “I have a bad news sweetheart” he stretches out, whitening his words “I thing you’ve just blinded me, now i can no more look at your pretty face”

“Well at least i have a beautiful photo in which you look very cute” you grin before pulling kissing his cheek. That caught him off guard and a pink light flush spread across his cheeks.

I remember it all too well

Photo album on the counter

Your cheeks were turning red

I still have that polaroid, but i have to disagree with you, i don’t look very good in it as you said.

He puts his arms around you, squeezing you delicately, causing you to fall on top of him. His hands leave your waist and move cupping your check bones, starting peppering kisses you all over your face. Forehead, each of your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and chin.

“So you can see my face uh dorky nerdy boy?”

I scrunched my face to that nickname but it was…cute.

You place one of your hands to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him into a proper kiss, his hands go down to your belly causing you to flinch

“And look who ticklish here!” he exclaims tickling as you burst out in laughter falling into his pillow next to him.

“EDS S-STOP! TIME OUT” you ask for mercy pushing him away, his head in the crock of your neck you can feel his smile on your skin while his curls tickle you.

“Okay okay all right” Eddie smiles at you pulling away, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he lets his head fall back against the pillow, still hugging you. "You're so so pretty, Eds" you murmur as you lean forward and place gentle kisses just beneath his jaw line "You think so?" you nod “No one has ever told me that”

“No? Well so i suppose i have to remind you that every day”

No one has ever seen me the way you did. I guess it was really, really nice.

You run your fingers over the boy's face, the curve of his nose and the redness of his cheeks. “You’ve got freckles too” you say looking close up the details of his face “I didn’t notice it before”

“Well now i’m offended”

Days spent together laughing and exploring with one another turned into relaxing evenings full of making out sessions on my bed.

30 January 1986, your bedroom

“O my god, i love this song! I was waiting for this one!” you exclaim humming along to it when ‘there is a light that never goes’ out by smiths begin to play “C’mon Munson don’t be lazy and dance with me” you say dancing around the room as his oversized Iron Maiden t-shirt showing your bare legs.

I was completely falling in love with you.

I've literally been falling head over heels.

As you continue to dance, getting closer to him, you notice his eyes in every curve of your body. Your t-shirt raises a bit showing your panties, the open window brings in a cool winter breeze that you can feel against your bare legs that sends shivers down your spine.

“C’mere” he rapidly takes you into his arms, grafting you by your waist and begin to peppering your face with kisses.

His smell of cigarettes and mint mixes with yours of french profume.

Eddie comes closer, his other hand crawling under your shirt and up your back, deepening the kiss. His hands firmly clasp your waist under the fabric of your shirt and you hear a moan coming from him when he feels you didn't have a bra on.

Eddie begins to print kisses along your jaw causing you to moan when he reaches a certain spot. “I’m so happy right now” you murmur breathless.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks looking up to you with his shiny brown eyes.

“More than everything” you whisper to him

Eddie pulls up your shirt and dove himself back to you causing to fall into the mattress.

“Wait- your parents aren’t home right?” he asks between kisses

“Yess pretty of course they’re not but we better hurry up if you don’t want to sneak out from the window”

I was yours, and you were mine.

Everything was coming together better than i could've imagined.

He puts himself on top of you as you let your hands slide down to the hem of his t-shirt taking it off. Eddie pauses while his eyes carefully scrutinize your body “You’re the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever laid my eyes on” he press his lips on your tits and all along your belly.

“Flatterer” your arch your back at the feeling of his mouth and his tongue along your body.

14 February 1986, Lover’s Lake

I remember taking you to the Lover’s Lake, i though about that for…i don’t know for how long actually. And then i remembered that it’s literally the town making out spot.

“Oh Lover’s Lake. I see where this is going”

you sit next to Eddie at the edge of the lake on a big, soft blanket “What- i-“

“Just kidding”

It’s almost dark. The lake reflects the sunset over it, the sky has perfectly mixed red and yellow shades.

“I know this isn’t much but-“

“Eds” you stop him “It’s beautiful, best view in the town. No one has ever done something like this to me” you say looking up to the sunset

“Glad to be the first one, sweetheart”

“So what we’re gonna do now?” you ask smiling

“Well since i took my guitar” he says pulling his necklace where he attached a pick “Yeah it would’ve been more funny if i took my electric guitar but” he grins while you watch him in curiosity.

His eyes are fixed on the movement of his fingers as his hair blocked most of your view of his eyes. He begins to sing softly “Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling. Do you feel my heart beating. Do you understand. Do you feel the same? Am I only dreaming? Is this burning an eternal flame”

With a lovesick smile you watch him, he’s so beautiful. You put your hand on his shoulder and bring your heads closer together, he melts immediately. You place sweet kiss on his temple, Eddie glances away from his guitar and to you and leans to kiss your lips, smiling against the kiss.

“That was amazing. I didn’t know you listened to other genres besides metal”

“I don’t” he smiles to you “Just for you”

“You’re so cheesyy”

He laugh putting you to sit on his lap

“Y’know, you’re particularly pretty with this light, it makes your eyes shine”

"I don't know what I did to deserve you” Eddie leans over and presses his forehead against yours as a sound comes out of his mouth, almost like a chuckle

Can I tell you something? It's important." It was weird, because now he feels so insecure. Never in his life he has felt so insecure with someone.

"Yeah, of course."

"I am in love with you. I am in love with you since the the eleventh grade, i was 17 and…all i have in my mind is you. I wake up and i think about you. My brain just goes blank when i look at you. i think i'm going a little crazy. I don't know what love is... I've never fallen in love before..but i think that’s what happens when you fall in love”

This time is your brain going blank, heat rising on your cheeks

“Good thing because, Eddie Munson I love you. I- i think you’re the right person for me”

29 February 1986, outside school

You were the one to take care of me. I remember one day Carver begin to punch me. That never happened…i felt broken Nan’s it was so ridiculous cause it was Carver. But i reminded me of something from my past.

“Eddie? Eddie…you alright? You’re crying?” you come closer to him noticing him sitting on the sidewalk, a few injuries on his face and a black eye

“WHERE THE HELL IS THAT FREAK!” you hear a male voice in the distance.

“Oh no no no…Eddie what happened to you…” he looks up to you but rapidly avoids your gaze. You sit next to him hugging him cautiously “You…want to talk about what happened mhm?” He leans into you and lets out a soft whine

His lower lip and his hands tremble, you try with your voice to calm him and you do a bit.

“Okay…it’s okay”

He pulls away from your embrace “Alway the same thing. Always them. ALWAYS THE SAME SHIT!” he yells

“Fuck those dicks. O my god they never got physical”

“IT’S SO STUPID- I’M SO SICK OF IT” He sob running his fingers into his hair

“I know…i know Eddie”

“I- i don’t even know w-why i’m crying i-“

“Hey hey…if you need to cry do it. I’m here”

It breaks your heart to see him like this. He comes back into your arms, sinking his head in your chest as you print kisses into his hair “That- that reminded me of my father”

You were always there for me.

“He was a- a total asshole. He came back from work and just…” You take back the tears but feel like you could cry for him, you’re completely broken.

“To my mom a-and to me” he stutters

“Oh Eddie…i’ve got you now, you’re safe, everything will be okay” you continue whispering to his ear reassuring words, caressing his back with one hand and with the other into his hair “Let me carry you home”

8 March 1986, Eddie’s bedroom

It’s thanks to you that I can graduate and pursue my dream... even though it won’t be the same now.

“Christ! I hate maths. C’mon this doesn’t make any sense” he swears hitting his head on the open book on his desk

“I know me too” you sigh “But you’re doing really good”

“Yeah?” he looks up at you with his puppy eyes and a very gentle look on his face

“Yes pretty, i’m so proud of you”

“We make a good team”

“I just…can’t wait for all this to be gone”

“Got it. But i’m excited too! We’re gonna graduate together”

“That’s the only good thing” he leans over, brushing your hair form your face and kissing gently your lips “Oh you still have it” he points to your finger

“I never took it off Munson, you didn’t think i threw it away, did you?” you tease him smirking

“No no that’d be awfully cruel”

“You’re gonna flip the bird to the principal? Because i’d love to see this” you chuckle playing with his guitar pick necklace

“Oh yeah! That would be fun, he deserves it” he notices you having a thoughtful look on your face “Hey what are you thinking about?”

“I actually wanted to ask you something” you say to him “Are you…gonna come to prom?” you ask him a bit insecure “Of course I’m gonna be there, and it’s not your thing but y’know it’s my last prom, i’m head cheerleader so…”

“No yeah it’s-“ he interrupts your nervous rambling “I’ve never been to prom but this is my year, our year” he stands up and offers you his hand “Would you like to be my date?” he asks you with a huge grin and a love struck look on his face

I remember asking you to be my date to prom, actually i was asking to be your date. You would’ve worn one of your pretty dresses and i…well i don’t know? Maybe my uncle’s old tuxedo.

“I’m honored sir” you reply taking his hand in yours, flashing him a smile

I remember everything all too well.

Even that night.

25 April 1986, your kitchen

You asked me to come to your house. You came down from your stairs and just stared at me. It was like i could see your head going haywire

And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do

And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to

'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night

“Hey…” you say breathless

Down the stairs, I was there

“Hi…are you sure you’re okay?” he asks coming closer to you

“Eddie…i- i don’t-“ All you do is give him a stick, he picks it up and take a closer to look at it.

You start fidgeting, nervous about his reaction.

“W-what is that?” he looks up at you with wide eyes.

You don’t answer but bring your trembling hand up to your stomach.

It was positive.

I remember it too well, unfortunately. I dreamt about that fucking night.

I dreamt about how i could’ve reacted.

“Wait a-are you saying that…”

I remember it all too well, yeah

“Eddie, i’m pregnant” you say firmly,

he sits on the couch and ran his hands his curly hair “How the hell did this happen?”

“I suppose we’re going to be parents-“

“No…no- shit” he rapidly stand up and begins to pace in the kitchen “Jesus Christ! We can’t do this!”

My mind becomes full of hundreds of scenarios that could’ve happened.

“I’m not ready! We-we’re not. We’re still in high school!” he yells, your eyes start to become bloodshot

“I know Eddie, i know. I’m scared too but we’re gonna manage that” you ignore the single tear dripping from your eye

“No no no” he murmured under his breath “I think you should get an abortion”

I hated myself. I was wrong. I was fucking wrong.

Your stomach drops “An-an abortion?” you replies with a broken voice, eyebrows furrowed “I-i don’t want that”

“Mhm? SO WHAT? YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA? WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT TO DO?”

The pain makes its way through your lungs like there's something inside that's holding them tighter and tighter.

“I-I DON’T KNOW” you yell back to him, he turns back looking at you “IT’S SOMETHING FRIGHTENINGLY NEW FOR THE BOTH OF US”

He tries to interrupt you “Let me talk!” but you stop him, sigh and continue

“I’d lie if i say i didn’t thought about that but I’m not going to interrupt the pregnancy. I’m doing well financially and you know my dad’s gonna help us with this and we’re responsible” you say biting your trembling lips to keep from crying

“IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? You’ll be a terrible mom! You want to become like your mom?”

You take a step back, wincing. You could throw up right here. “I can’t believe you…” you close your eyes. You feel like he is ripping out your heart and stomping on it right in front of you. You feel like he’s drifting away from you.

“I’m sorry but no i don’t want to be a dad” he shakes his head “I’m done”

“WHAT?” you sob harshly, crossing your arms.

“Think about that! You’re eighteen, i’m twenty…Jesus H Christ!” he continue, yelling to you “I’m done with this conversation. I guess it all was just a mistake”

“Okay” you emit a nervous laugh “Okay i get it”

I didn't figure out how much i fucked up before it was too late, i ended our beautiful almost relationship.

And maybe we got lost in translation

Maybe I asked for too much

But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up

Running scared, I was there

I remember it all too well

“GET OUT OF MY HOME!” You see Eddie's figure coming out the front door while you slam the door in his face.

Your face crumpling into a sad expression. Wet tears begin to scratch your face as you bring your hands to your face to cover your mouth, trying to smother the sobs.

Your heart is heavy, you hate that feeling.

I remember getting off of your home and just went in my trailer and cried, blasting music not to let me listen to my uncle. I felt guilt coursing through my veins. “stupid- stupid son of a bitch!” he punches the wall

I kept calling you but you didn't pick up. I can’t blame you.

I fucked everything up. I was so fucking scared, i mean we are so young and i didn’t have a healthy relationship with my father so…i panicked.

I saw the look on your face, i felt your heart broke.

7 May 1986, phone call

But you called me after twelve days.

I was relieved, ready to apologize cause I behaved in the exact kid of way in which I was afraid of.

“Hello?”

“Hey…” he immediately recognizes your voice “Hey…i-i’m so sorry. I’m fucking sorry. I’m a dick- i know”

“I don’t want your apology, Munson” you cut short “I called you to say that i had a miscarriage, my body rejected the baby. You need to know that”

And to that my stomach dropped.

I tried to speak but my mouth was…dry, I was unable to utter any word.

“So…” you clear your throat, you know he can hear your trembling voice “Umh i- i did some researches and i found out that too much stress can increase the…this risk”

Was that my fault? I caused that to you?

“Thank you very much for…everything. Good Bye” you put the phone down

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise

So casually cruel in the name of being honest

'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well

And we’ve left like that.

We talked about what we’re gonna do in the future. You would’ve applied for Notre Dame university while I would focus on my band. The pregnancy was unexpected. That’s something that will change your life forever.

But we could’ve talked about that…without yelling and crying.

Are you still mad at me?

I’m truly sorry for..for everything. For how i treated you that night, for what i said. I freaked out. I just know you’ll be the best mother ever, i just know it.

I’m writing this hoping that this damn stabbing feeling in my chest will go away.

My head is spinning, trying to remember every moment spent with you. I have so many beautiful memories with you. But it hurts, it hurts so bad. I miss us so much.

And now i’ve lost you…i can’t. Not so early.

I’ve never stopped loving you. I don’t think i ever will.

—With love, yours forever

From your dorky nerdy boy

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it

I'd like to be my old self again

But I'm still trying to find it

“Hey, honey you alright?” your friend Chelsea, another cheer member, pats your shoulder while an expression of concerning forms on her face when she notices you all alone

“Yeah…yeah umh” you clear your throat, rejecting the tears “I’ll just take a drink and go to the bathroom to freshen up. I’ll be right back” you fake a smile, walk over to the punch bowl, grabbing a red solo cup you down the liquid in one swing.

Clutching the steering wheel with his hands he cusses himself under his breath between a couple of sniffles “This is so- ridiculous…this is so fucking stupid” and he throws nervously the letter out of the car window. Tears rapidly collect in his eyelashes, making it difficult to see

You head to the girls bathroom, still hearing the music and celebrations coming from the gym as your eyes become teary.

You lock yourself in a bath cabin, slamming the door behind you. You slide down the door, until you’re sitting on the dirt floor.

You miss him too much.

He misses you too much.

You hate it, you hate you because you still love him. You hate the way you two had broken up.

But you have to go through this, maybe you just aren’t meant for each other.

You take a quick look at your fingers. His ring is still on your middle finger. You really never took it off “Asshole…”

And he’s there. He didn’t enter, he…just couldn’t. It is too painful.

Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

And there you are. In that shitty bathroom, sitting on the floor. Tears filling your eyes. Your nude dress perfectly wrapped around your waist. But that man can’t be Edward Munson.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N: so if you read this til the end thank you so much i appreciate it a lot🫶🏻 Btw i was listening to this song and i had this idea, which in my head sounded really good but then i started writing it and as i wrote it seemed more and more silly. I really have put myself into this fic, i hope it actually make sense and i hope you’ll like it <3

@fujiihime @sad-darksoul @sanzu-holic @soupydumpling @69420hahahahaha @manic-scenario-imaginer

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strangerxperv · 26 days

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Eddie in a snail pace relationship with you that evolves from fucking your thighs. He moved up in your heart to fucking your lips. A dangerous game of tapping against your clit and smearing precum with slick. He makes you cum and keeps fucking you until you're desperate.

Desperate for his cum to spray onto your puffy cunt but he won't let himself cum. Eddie thrusts until he cramps with his thighs twitching. Breath comes fast as if he was never meant to breathe. His balls feel full to the point it hurts, he wants to cum.

But you look so good withering and wiggling under him that he needs you to cum again. Please, cum again. Just one more and he'll spill all over you till it drips dangerously close to your quivering gasping hole.

It's a couple more months of this torture that has you begging him, "Jus' the tip, Eds. Please, I wan fee- you inside me. Pretty please. I nee' it." You don't know how many times he's made you cum. You don't care because if it feels this good now?

You have to have him side, just the tip. Eddie wants to take it slow and so do you. But...does the tip count?

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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Lost and Found - Eddie Munson x Reader (Part 1) | Part 2

WC: 4.3K / navi / preview / request

Summary: Just your luck, you get dress coded on your first day at Hawkins High. You're already ridiculed for being the senior transfer, and now on top of that, the only shirt that covers you up in the lost and found belongs to the school freak.

Contents/Warnings: reader wears eddie's shirt, reader gets bullied, lots of teasing, slight innuendos/suggestive material

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You must have set a new school record: You’ve only been attending Hawkins High for three hours, and you’ve already been dress coded. Apparently your shirt is too low-cut, even though it barely dips below your collarbones, and you were ordered to look through the lost-and-found for a suitable cover-up.

It could be worse, you muse, as you sort through the box of slightly aromatic, ratty, dusty clothes, they could have put it on your school record. Though, as a senior transferring to the school for one last year, you don’t care what’s on your record. They could hate you, for all you care, as long as you graduate. It’s not like you’ll ever have to deal with them again.

Unfortunately, it looks like everything in the box before you is either three sizes too big, or three sizes too small. The beaded tank top that you pull out near the bottom is even worse than your shirt, and you guarantee it wouldn’t go over well with faculty. There’s a winter coat in the mix, but summer still clogs the air with sticky heat, and you refuse to cover yourself up with that. After sorting through the bin for almost five minutes, the only thing even remotely suitable for you is a baseball tee that looks like it’s homemade.

It’s a white shirt with black sleeves, and a ring around the neck. It’s certainly interesting. There’s a red devil on the front, horns protruding eerily from its head, and weapons frame its face, ready for battle. Then two multifaceted dice are poised below the text, numbers etched into their faces.

The bold black text over the picture reads ‘HELLFIRE CLUB,’ and it stinks of what you’re suspicious is weed. You’re not sure what the Hellfire Club is, you presume it’s an underground band of some sort, but you don’t have time to figure it out. There’s a red stain on the chest, what you presume (and pray) is spaghetti sauce, but it’s your best bet in the lost and found bin, so you slip it on and hope that they’ll let you go without any further incident.

Thankfully it’s lunchtime, so when you slip out of the office mostly unnoticed, the shirt resting rather comfortably over your frame, you make a beeline for the cafeteria. You get stares, odd murmurs thrown about you as you walk down the line, people from packed tables squinting oddly at your shirt. You can’t really blame them, either, because you’d squint at it too if you’d seen it on someone else. You’re already silently resigning yourself to being The New Kid when you sit down on the ground, the tables either full or sending you funny glances when you try to sit down with them.

The first thing you do is pull out a walkman and headphones. They slip comfortably over your ears, shielding you from the disheartening whispers thrown around about you. You’re absolutely certain that this is going to damage your reputation, on Day One no less, but what are you supposed to do? Your only option is this stupid shirt: damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.

You bury yourself in your lunch, though it’s not appealing. Coleslaw oozes messily around your plate, and you try pushing your fries out of the way, but it’s too late. They’re soaked, and you’ve lost your appetite. You push the tray away from you, and it sits there sadly on the ground. You dig a book out from your backpack, letting your eyes skim over the words instead of the people around you.

“Eddie,” Dustin is out of breath when he sits down, too excited to inform his friend of the strange thing he’d managed to witness in the lunch line to think about breathing, “Eddie, the new kid’s wearing a Hellfire shirt!”

Eddie’s brows furrow, and he munches thoughtfully on a pretzel, “You’re out of your mind, Henderson.”

“No! No,” He shakes his head, “Honest! Look,” He points to you, the text over the devil on your shirt clear as day over your book, “I saw ‘em on my way back from class! They just walked in with it.” He lets out a breathy laugh, “Do you think it’s catching on? Like, you think there’s more than just us? Do you think there’s members all around the world?!”

“Dumbass,” Jeff swats at the back of Dustin’s head, “How could it be catching on, no one knows about it but us.”

“Maybe they-“ Dustin is eager to elaborate on his theory, prepared to make up some hair-brained theory as to how the transfer student could have heard about Hellfire outside of Hawkins, but Eddie’s eyes narrow as he stares at you, and he waves a hand at Dustin, effectively silencing the boy.

“There’s a stain there. On the left.” He recognizes the messy splotch, his face twisting in indignance, “That’s my shirt!”

“I thought you lost that one,” Mike frowns, his hair hanging over his face, “How’d she get it?”

“I dunno,” Eddie stands abruptly, tossing his bag of trail mix to the table and tugging his jacket determinedly around his shoulders, “But I’m gonna find out.”

In only ten minutes, you’re already getting used to the stares. They dishearten you every time, something inside of you sinking whenever someone points or peers at you. But apparently you’re just going to have to accept your spot in the school, your back forever pressed against the cafeteria wall as your tray rests on the floor. It’s only for one year, you reason, you can tough it out.

Loneliness seeps through the cold linoleum flooring, slightly sticky from god knows what, and raises goosebumps over your legs. You’re absolutely certain it would be more comfortable to sit out in the woods behind the school, and you’re only two seconds away from moving when a pair of shoes enters your vision, right in front of your crossed legs.

"Pray tell," The boy who crouches in front of you has dark eyes, his white sneakers creasing as he bounces on his thighs, "What are you doing in my shirt?"

You tug your headphones off of your ears as you stare up at him blankly, your eyes drifting over the pins adorning his jacket. You recognize a few bands, a curse word or two, but then he dips his head to meet your eyes, his question still in the air.

"Oh, I-" You flounder, tugging at the hem of the shirt nervously, "I'm really sorry. Is this yours? I didn't know."

"It's mine," He reaches up to flick the stain on the front, "That was from an unfortunate driving-while-eating incident."

You giggle at the thought, and his eyes snap back to yours, his grin ever-growing as you speak, "It was in the lost and found. They dress coded me," You recall exasperatedly, "It was the only thing I could find."

"Dress coded?" He cocks his head to the side, "Shit, what are you wearing underneath?"

The question has your eyes widening, your cheeks flaming, and your throat going dry. It’s not blatantly sexual, hell, you’re just wearing a low-cut top, but the boy in front of you is stunning, and the grin that he’s wearing is definitely suggestive.

“Um-” You start, raising the hem of his shirt slightly to reveal the pattern of your top, “It’s just-”

“I’m teasing,” He clarifies, pushing against your shoulder with one hand in a teasing gesture, “Don’t worry about it.” He plops down onto the floor in front of you, squinting distastefully at your soggy fries, “Normally I’d try to steal a few, but those look like they’d land me in the hospital.”

“I think I’ll have to start bringing lunch from home,” You sigh resignedly, “Unless the food here gets any better than this?”

“Not that I know of,” He shakes his head, brown frizzy curls bouncing around his face airily as he does so, “I bring my own food too.”

You hum in acknowledgement, only then realizing you don’t know his name.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” You pipe up, holding out your hand for a shake. He stops perusing your discarded lunch and grins amusedly at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling at the expression.

“Eddie.” He offers, shaking your hand once, firmly, “You’re new, right?”

“Yeah,” You nod, glancing around at the few scattered pairs of eyes on you now that Eddie is sitting with you, “It’s a little harder than I thought it’d be.”

“That shirt probably isn't helping.” Eddie grimaces sympathetically, “We’re not exactly the kings of the school.

“We?” Your brows furrow in confusion.

“The Hellfire Club…?” He raises his eyebrows, tugging apart the chest of his jacket to reveal an identical shirt to yours, though sans-stain, “We sit over there.”

Your lips part slightly at the shock of seeing another shirt like the one you’re wearing, and you glance dazedly over to where he’s pointing. Five sets of eyes try appearing casual at your attention, two turning to each other and whispering as the other three bury themselves in a magazine one is holding.

“I didn’t realize it was a thing,” You admit, the corners of your lips curving up softly, “I figured it was, like, a band or something.”

“Well I’m in a band!” Eddie supplies eagerly, his face brightening. But he dims down after to appear more nonchalant, clearing his throat and schooling his face into a more neutral expression, “We’re a DnD party, though, Hellfire.”

“Oh, I’ve never played.” You admit sheepishly, “But it seems really cool!”

“Cool…?” Eddie quirks a brow at you, and the way that he’s staring at you has you questioning whether you’ve grown a third head, “DnD, like, Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Yeah,” You nod vehemently, “A lot of my friends back home played, but I never really got into it. It seemed really complicated.”

“It kind of is,” A smile grows over Eddie’s face, albeit a perplexed one, “But once you get the hang of it it’s fun. I.. I won’t lie, ‘cool’ is just about the last word I expected you to call our hobby.”

“I’ve sat in on a few sessions,” You recall, remembering the raucous shouts and heated battles that your friends got up to, “I usually just read fantasy novels, it was different watching one play out in real time.”

“Ooh, fantasy novels?” His face scrunches in good-natured disbelief, “You surprise me more and more every time you speak. Y’got any recommendations? I’m always looking for new inspiration for our campaigns.”

You suddenly remember the book in your lap, your pointer finger still lodged between the pages. You hastily hold it out to him, showcasing the cover, “This one’s good. The author’s from my old town,” You smile at the memory of her book signing, “It’s about a warrior prince who has to fight his way through hell, and he befriends a demon. She ends up helping him through,” You offer the book to Eddie with raised brows, “Anything you’d wanna borrow?”

“I don’t wanna steal it from you just yet,” He pokes carefully at your finger between the pages, “But let me know when you finish it, and I’ll be all over that.”

His tone is fascinating to you, an air of constant amusement around him that you’d never seen before. He seems to find interest in everything, and it feels amazing to be listened to by someone who cares so deeply about someone he’s never met before. You nod cheerily at him, some of the weight lifting from your chest at the knowledge that you’ve made a friend.

“Dude,” Dustin peers cautiously at you, his heart still racing from when you’d caught them staring only seconds before, “I think he’s smiling!”

“I can’t see,” Jeff huffs, a frown twisting over his face as he tries eyeing you two over Mike’s head, “You’re in the way, Wheeler.”

“Sor-ry,” Mike grumbles, ducking down, “She already caught us staring once, don’t push your luck.”

“Why is he still down there?” Dustin turns to his friends with an exaggerated furrow in his brows, “Do you think he’s coming back?”

“He’d better,” Gareth mumbles, flicking the tin lunchbox Eddie had left behind, “I’m not getting in trouble if a teacher finds this.”

“Oh, oh my god!” Dustin glances back over his shoulder one last time, seeing Eddie helping you to your feet, “They’re both coming over here!”

“So,” Eddie hums, lifting the edge of your lunch tray and letting it fall to the floor again with a smack, “There’s only, like, ten minutes of lunch left, but if I sit on this shitty floor for any longer,” He raps a knuckle against the linoleum, “I’m gonna be walking funny. Do you wanna come sit with me and my friends?”

This is it. This is your chance, your invitation into friendship. You try to appear casual, try pretending like your heart isn’t beating out of your chest at Eddie’s proposal, and you nod a little too eagerly.

“I’d love to,” You gush softly, “Thank you, Eddie.”

“Of course,” He laughs, the sound breathless and incredulous, “Just know, uh, this is kind of your last chance at having a reputation around here. It’s okay if you say no, I don’t wanna ruin your senior year of high school.”

“Why would you ruin it?” You tilt your head to the side and Eddie thinks you look rather akin to a confused puppy. It makes something stir in his chest, fondness creeping into his tone as he responds.

“Don’t you remember what I said earlier? We’re not very popular,” Eddie sighs lightly, trying to cover up the hint of insecurity that presents itself in his eyes, “We’re sort of the outcasts. I don’t want you to sign your popularity away before it can even get started.”

“I don’t want to be popular.” You decide right then and there, determination in the frown on your face, “Not if they make fun of you.”

You’re expecting a witty quip, already accustomed to the boy’s confident exterior. What surprises you, though, is the way that his mouth shuts, no words coming out of it as he gnaws thoughtfully on his lower lip. He studies you, his eyes boring into your own as his face hardens. You’re certain you’ve said something wrong, you’re worried that now you’ve messed things up, but then he smiles again, much softer this time. The expression is gentle, and shows off his shiny brown doe eyes, “You’re really something, aren’t you?”

“Hm?” You stare at him, equally entranced by his shift in character.

“You..” He starts, shaking his head bewilderedly, “A lot of the people here are raging assholes. Like, raging. But you’re.. You don’t seem like one.”

“I hope I’m not.” You huff out a laugh, “I don’t want to be a raging asshole.”

“Just another thing we have in common.” Eddie stands, breaking the stupor that had befallen you both and holding out his hand to help you off of the ground, “Now, we technically don’t have room at the table for you. But you can take my seat, I’ll stand for a bit.”

“No, no it’s okay!” You pull out of his grasp, eyes wide in fear of being a burden, “I can stand if I need to! I can take one for the team,” You assure him, bending over to pick up your tray and missing the way his eyes dart to your backside, “You just sat on the ground for me.

“Exactly,” He plucks the tray from your hands, dumping the cold, soggy food into a garbage can and leaving it with other used ones, “It’ll give me an opportunity to stretch my legs.” He swings one of his legs out to accentuate his point, the frayed strings of his jeans billowing in the rush of air against them.

“Only if you’re sure,” You let him lead you over to the table he’d pointed at earlier, his friends all watching you cautiously, “I really don’t want to put you out.”

“Nonsense.” He insists in that dramatic fashion of his, something you’re growing ever-fond of. His hands flit to your shoulders before you can even offer a polite wave to anyone sitting at the table, and he maneuvers you to plop down into his empty seat, “What’s mine is yours, Y/N.”

You’re sure he doesn’t mean it to be such an all-encompassing statement, but it makes your cheeks flare anyway. You direct your attention to his friends to stave off your bashfulness, not wanting him to see the way he gets to you after only knowing him for fifteen minutes.

One is smiling brightly at you, curls framing the boy’s face. Another two are sending cautious grins your way, seated opposite each other at the table. Then two others, decidedly older than the bunch, stare at you expressionless. The only thing they seem to have in common are their shirts, one of which you’re still wearing.

“Hello,” You offer lamely, waving sheepishly at them, “Uh, I’m Y/N, I’m new here.”

“And she likes DnD,” Eddie nearly cuts you off in his haste, “‘Thinks it’s ‘cool’.”

His statement draws a chuckle from his friends, and one of the younger-looking ones turns to you.

“I’m Dustin! I saw you earlier,” The curly-haired boy informs you, thankfully cheery in his greetings, “I couldn’t figure out why you were wearing a Hellfire shirt, so I told Eddie.”

“Oh,” You laugh awkwardly, glancing down at the stained shirt over your body, “I got dress-coded.”

“On your first day?” One of the older ones raises an eyebrow, “Tough luck. I’m, uh- Jeff, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” You nod thankfully at him, “Yeah,” You feel Eddie’s hands tighten around your shoulders and you tense slightly, “Teachers here are strict.”

“Tell me about it,” Eddie groans from above you, reaching over your shoulder to fasten his lunchbox shut and to grab a pretzel that he’d left behind, “I got caught smoking once and now I’m on some sort of watchlist.”

One of his friends, an older one on your left, snickers heartily at the story. Eddie apparently doesn’t appreciate it, though, because you watch him pelt the boy with a walnut in a matter of seconds.

You laugh incredulously as the boy flinches, and you’re almost worried that he’ll take offense to it. But you can’t tell, because Eddie leans over you, his hair tickling your face as he stares down at you amusedly. You glance up, return a guilty smile, Eddie motions to his bag of snack mix.

“Help yourself,” He offers, picking an almond out of the bag, “I did sort of throw away your lunch, I think it’s only fair you get some of mine.”

“I wasn’t gonna eat that anyways,” Your nose wrinkles at the mention of your soggy fries, “Don’t worry about it, Eddie.”

“Just take some,” He groans, jabbing a pretzel at your lips. It’s sloppy, because he can’t see what he’s doing, and he hits your chin. You giggle incredulously, squeak out a laugh, and take it from him. He pats your head as praise, “You’re too nice, you always decline shit from people.”

“How would you know?” You speak indignantly around your pretzel, “You barely know me!”

“And you’ve already tried weaseling your way out of favors twice,” He raises an eyebrow at you unimpressed, “Take some trail mix.”

You glance around at the others, traces of mirth on their faces. You realize that he must do this often, make a scene. You widen your eyes, plucking another pretzel from the bag, “Is he always this insistent with his snacks?”

“He never shares,” Dustin contradicts you, “‘Swear to god, I asked him for one M&M the other day: absolutely nothing.”

“You little shit,” Eddie’s hands leave your shoulders as he lunges for Dustin, locking the boy into place with an arm around the neck. You know it’s gentle, it’s not really hurting Dustin judging by the laughter spilling from the boy, and a soft smile creeps over your face. Eddie is clearly the heart of the group.

“Well hey,” One of the younger boys turns to you, his hair hanging around his face like a curtain, “If you’re keeping that shirt, you might as well use it. We actually need a sub for tomorrow night, if you want to play.”

“Oh,” You flounder at the request, everyone’s eyes flitting towards you, “Your DnD campaign? I don’t really know how to play.” You admit hesitantly, “I usually just watch.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie soothes you, letting go of Dustin to hover behind your chair again, patting your back, “We can take it slow. We don’t really need to get that much done tomorrow,” He promises, “I’ll help you out.”

“Are you sure? If it’s too much trouble, I can-” You stop dead in your tracks when Eddie raises a brow, nearly glaring at your attempt to brush off another kind gesture.

“... I mean, I’d love to.” You grin placatingly at him, a rush of warmth flooding through your chest at his approving nod.

“Perfect,” His words are punctuated by the ringing of the bell, signaling the end of lunch time, “What class do you have next?”

You dig your schedule out of your backpack as everyone stands, the paper already crumpled slightly, “Uh, O’Donnel?”

“Oh!” Eddie nods understandingly, “I’ve got her first. I’ll walk you, it’s over there.” He points lazily towards the left cafeteria door.

“Thank you,” You smile brightly at him and he returns it with a nod, taking your backpack from you before you could sling it over your shoulder. You look at him fondly, struck with incredulity at the kindness of a near-stranger, but he doesn’t let you prase him anymore, starting for the door.

“Bye,” You wave hurriedly at the few stragglers at your new table, all of them waving back just as kindly, “It was nice meeting you!”

“Nice meeting you, too.” One of them pipes up, a buffalo-print vest draped over his shoulders as his messy brown hair dips slightly into his forehead.

“See you tomorrow?” Dustin asks hopefully, gesturing towards your shirt.

“Yeah,” You nod brightly, “See you tomorrow!”

Eddie tugs you along as soon as you’re done talking, taking long steps across the floor you’d been unlucky enough to sit on for the majority of lunch. Even if it had only been for a few minutes, though, you’re happy to have sat with Eddie and his friends, because they made you feel welcome.

You voice this to him before you step through the doors of Ms/ O’Donnel’s class, lingering by the threshold, “Eddie?”

“Yeah?” He hums curiously, waiting to send you off to your next period.

“Thank you,” You sound like a broken record but you don’t care, filled with thankfulness for his kind gestures, “Really, I know I’ve said it a lot but I really mean it. If it weren’t for you I’d have sat on that stupid floor all period,” You remember the cold, unforgiving linoleum, “And- and now I get to learn how to play DnD!”

Your exuberance melts Eddie’s heart, not that he wants to admit it, and he feels his grin become permanent over his face. Anytime he looks at you, he’s certain it’ll be there.

“Don’t mention it,” He shuffles his feet, suddenly bashful under your shower of gratitude, “Seriously, I’m glad you’re not on the floor anymore.”

“Me too.” You giggle, taking a step back into the classroom as he starts walking towards his own class, “Oh, and Eddie?”

“Yeah?” He turns back to you with a raised brow.

“The shirt?” You tug it away from your chest and let it fall back again, “When should I give it back?”

“Tell you what,” A smirk crosses his face, sending a spark up your spine as he steps towards you again, “You come by my place tonight, and I’ll teach you the basics of DnD. You can bring that book, and maybe I’ll knock out a few chapters while you’re learning. Then maybe you can show me what’s under there,” Eddie quips, tugging at the shirt’s hem with narrowed eyes, “I’m dying to know what the faculty deemed inappropriate.”

His bold offer has your stomach twisting, and you feel your heart in your throat. Your prolonged silence seems to humble him, and uncertainty flashes through his eyes, “Unless of course, um, I was too forward, and you’re not interested, in which case I’ve probably totally misread this and ruined whatever was going on, and I’m so-”

“Eddie!” His rambling is ridiculously endearing to you, and you grip his hand before he can flee the scene, “I.. I’d like that.”

His shoulders slump in relief and you watch the tension drain from his figure, “Really? Shit, you had me scared there. What’s your address, sweetheart?”

Even though it’s sweeter and less bold than his statement only seconds before, the pet name has your legs weakening. You’re sure Eddie will catch you if you fall, though, he hasn’t known you for an hour and he’s already your savior.

“Here,” You grab a scrap of paper from the side pocket of your backpack, pulling a pencil out alongside it and scribbling your address down, “What time do you wanna meet?”

“I’ll pick you up at six,” Eddie promises, tucking the paper into the pocket of his jacket, “Does pizza sound good?”

“Pizza sounds perfect.” You grin, finally stepping into the classroom and absentmindedly searching for an empty seat, “See you then!”

Eddie stands in the hallway, watching wistfully as you pick out an empty seat in the back. Your book is on the desk in seconds, your nose buried intently in it as the class gets seated. The endearing behavior only warms the pit of Eddie’s stomach more, and he turns before he can ruin the situation by being caught staring. He tucks his head down, stalking bouncily off to his next class with a smile on his face, “See you then, Y/N.”

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cadavercowboy · 3 months

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Three's Not A Crowd

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie is a big believer in finders keepers, even if it's something he probably should not be keeping.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is purely self-indulgent. It's a self-insert in the sense that I am Eddie in this situation.

Your first indication of something going on is the inexplicable absence of light. Eddie’s van is clearly parked just outside the trailer so you know he’s inside. Perhaps he’s already asleep, but in all the time you’ve known him, you’ve never once seen his head touch a pillow before 2am. As you climb the steps to the rickety door, your senses are on high alert.

The hinges squeal loudly enough to announce your arrival to anyone with ears within a mile radius. If Eddie was asleep, he probably isn't any longer. You hone in initially on the strong smell of cooked meat and cheese, knowing immediately that it is the aroma of Hamburger Helper: Eddie’s favorite. By all appearances — or scents, rather — he’d recently whipped up a batch in the kitchen. A quick glance in that direction proves that room to be currently empty.

Dropping your belongings on the small table to your left, you toe off your shoes and squint into the darkness of the hallway. Nothing there either. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up suddenly and a prickling sensation that you’re being watched cascades over your shoulders like a foreboding blanket.

Your socked feet glide smoothly as you ever so slowly spin your body round to face the living room. It’s dark in there, almost too dark to see, but you can just barely make out several shapes standing among the shadows. The table with its collection of magazines and dirty coffee cups, the grubby yet annoyingly comfortable loveseat situated to the left of the window, and the velvety red armchair angled caddy-corner on the far side of the trailer.

It’s when your eyes adjust and pick up on an out-of-place lump in the darkness that you finally fumble along the wall behind you until your fingers drag across the switch beside the door you’d just passed through. A yellowish glow fills the room, bathing everything in light and bringing with it the sight of just the man you’d been looking for; the very definition of guilt plastered across his face.

“Hey, Ed,” you greet, words slow with confusion. “What are you doing sitting in the dark?”

You watch as his pink mouth parts and he inhales, eyebrows raised as he prepares to offer a response. His lips wiggle uselessly for several moments, moving cartoonishly as if he’s had to reach far into the depths of his brain to retrieve words from a language he apparently no longer knows how to speak. Almost as quickly as they parted, his lips slam shut and Eddie exhales through his nose in what appears to be some level of frustration.

Eddie’s reaction only furthers your confusion, though you’re distracted by something else altogether now. Bundled in his arms is an orange ball of material and even without being able to see, you can tell it’s the fuzzy Garfield blanket he’s kept since childhood. The end of the tattered fabric drapes across his lap, but it's clear there’s something hidden beneath the rest of the blanket.

Taking one step and then another, you ready yourself to ask what in the world Eddie could have rolled up inside there. Before you get the chance, the object in question moves and you freeze in the center of the room.

Both of Eddie’s arms and hands are well within view and they’re not moving. The only solution your brain can come up with is that Eddie has gone and done something hair-brained and impulsive, like bringing home a puppy or a kitten. Something you haven’t discussed and in all truth, probably can’t really afford right now. You hope that isn’t the case as you don’t think you can stomach his inevitable disappointment if you tell him he has to bring the poor thing back.

Eyes wide, you remain perplexed by whatever it is Eddie is up to. Your mouth hangs slightly open as you try to find the words to voice one of the many questions racing through your mind. A snuffling sound — muffled and frantic — emits from across the room and your arms spread outward in an unspoken inquiry. There’s something almost ominous in the way Eddie's face morphs to make room for an utterly mischievous grin.

“Okay, hold on,” he warns, something sheepish in his tone. “It’s not what it looks like.”

At that exact moment, whatever it is Eddie has trapped in his lap shifts again and the blanket loosens enough for the material to flap open, revealing a portion of what lies hidden underneath. Your brows furrow at the unidentifiable and very furry creature that has begun squirming. All at once, a thick and fluffy tail breaks free from captivity and you immediately recognize the distinct black-and-gray ringed pattern.

“Are you sure?” you ask, the volume of your voice rising as you finally find the wherewithal to respond to Eddie’s previous statement.

“Um. Well…what does it look like?”

“It looks like you somehow wrangled a raccoon and brought it into our house!”

The aforementioned critter chitters noisily then, as if answering on Eddie’s behalf. He at least has the sense to look somewhat apologetic, but the silent glee behind the dark irises of his eyes is undeniable.

“So maybe it’s exactly what it looks like. But…I swear, I can explain!”

The raccoon grows restless, its sounds now resembling more of a grunting growl as it wriggles blindly in Eddie’s grasp. He stands from his perch on the chair and carefully unwraps the mammal until its pointed snout emerges and two large wet black eyes swing in your direction; two eyes about as round and wide as Eddie’s are as he studies you in search of some sort of reaction.

Unfortunately for him, you’re stunned into silence. You have so many questions and very few answers. When Eddie allows the blanket to drop at his feet and you see that the raccoon he holds is a fully grown adult and evidently in no way injured, you have to wonder how the hell he managed to grab the furry scavenger. Sensing your confliction, Eddie shifts the raccoon in his arms and tucks his hands just beneath its front legs.

“Come onnn. Look how cute he is,” Eddie insists. “Little trash man!”

You watch a hopeful smile spread across his boyish face as Eddie raises the plump raccoon and promptly extends his arms in your direction, offering it to you like some kind of giant, furry baby. The raccoon’s round belly swings with the movement and its stumpy back legs dangle limply between the two of you.

He presses his lips together in amusement and you find yourself fighting back your own laugh when he gently sways the raccoon back and forth as if trying to entice you. When the bizarrely human-like fingers on its hands begin grasping at air, you close the distance and timidly take the creature from Eddie.

“Eddie, oh my God,” you hiss under your breath, very aware of how much you sound like a mother scolding her misbehaved child.

But when your hands sink into the warmth of coarse fur and those dexterous little paws grip onto your shirt, any inkling you had to be upset with Eddie evaporates. The raccoon’s tiny and shiny nose wiggles as he sniffs, the leathery surface cold and wet when he presses it to the underside of your chin. One glance at Eddie makes you think he’s mere moments away from clapping his hands and launching into a celebratory jig. With barely restrained joy, he bounces up and down on the balls of his feet as he watches you melt.

“How?” is the only word you can manage as you cradle the remarkably hefty raccoon in your arms.

Eddie regales you with a heroic tale wherein he’d heard a commotion outside the trailer and found your aluminum trash can bereft of its lid with a wonderful surprise trapped within when he peered over the edge. He tells you how he nearly ripped the door off its hinges racing into the trailer to fetch something to trap the wily raccoon and how — to his utmost delight — his new furry friend showed no signs of fear or panic when offered a crumbly handful of browned beef smothered in artificial cheese sauce.

“So we’re gonna keep ‘im, right?” Eddie wonders, his voice drenched in hope. “Because I already named him, so we kinda have to.”

You couldn’t say no even if you somehow wanted to. But the entire argument becomes moot the moment Eddie begins to scratch behind the raccoon’s round-tipped ears, whispering sweetly to him. And when he leans in to kiss the top of his fuzzy head, prompting the raccoon to squint his doll-like eyes, you know the Munson duo just became the Munson trio.

Joseph Quinn Masterlist ✦ Writing Masterpost

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honey-flustered · 1 year

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I Loved You First

(1 of 2)

Best Friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, some Steve Harrington x Reader

Friends to Lovers trope (Fluff/Angst)

Summary: With your occult club’s big road trip coming up before graduation and prom, Eddie plans to confess his love for you. Only he’ll have to deal with competing for your attention from Steve and other human-shaped obstacles. (8.5k+ words)

Warnings: jealous!eddie, lovesick!eddie, hinted yandere!eddie, hurt and angst, insecurities, soft fluff, pining, idiots in love, boys fighting over reader, ugly duckling/swan reader backstory, mostly from eddie’s perspective, reader nicknamed “baby” or “babe”, one use of (y/n), eventual smut

Dear, stupid fucking heart

Why’d you have to go and make me fall for my best friend?

……

Oh, if only you’d look at him more…then you’d see the way he looks at you. You’d see the yearning in those big brown eyes that borders sorrow at the belief you’d never feel the same.

Yes, he’s willing to endure this pain of unrequited love for the rest of life as long as he tells you how he feels. But the issue of the matter is would he be able to handle everything else? Like the pain of seeing you in the arms of someone else. Or even worse, possibly ruining his friendship with you forever.

So he pitifully pines for you in silence, planning night after night how he’d approach his confession to you. And maybe it’s childish that he’ll remember to mention that he loved you first. But he did love you first. Before any of them. Before you blossomed into the raving beauty you are today.

Eddie saw you when you felt invisible. On days you hated the way you looked, he loved you the most. And whenever you’d let yourself be geeky and unabashed, he’d fall for you all over again.

He. Loved. You. First. Before them all.

They wouldn’t understand your humor, the things you find interesting, the weird hypothetical conversations. They wouldn’t understand you. The real you. But he understands.

So why? Why won’t you look at him?!

Wait, you were looking at him! Did you just say something? Shit! Eddie had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t registered a peep of what you said.

“Huh?” Eddie says.

“Welcome back to Earth. Did you have a nice journey in space?”

“Hardy har har.” He says sarcastically.

“You can’t blame me for teasing,” You giggle. “You’ve been out of it lately. Is everything alright?”

“I’m fine just thinking about this trip.”

He tries to walk ahead of you to keep you from seeing the blush on his face but you quickly take his hand and lead him back to you.

You place your hands on his shoulders, commanding him to look you in your eyes. “Firstly, I wanted to say thank you for going on this trip with me as my plus one. I know how you feel about the gemini twins considering they were big bullies in middle school. But they aren’t …entirely awful anymore. If that sounds remotely convincing.”

“It does not.”

“On to my next point, I guess. Maybe you’re out of it because you know who the twins will be bringing as their plus one. I know that you still have feelings for Chrissy and it’s okay that you do. Strong feelings take time to go away. This could either be an experience of closure or something that may very well bloom.”

He wraps a hand over yours. “I can assure you. I’m so over her. All I care for now is for this to be the best trip ever for the two of us. Especially for you. You’re the trip’s planner and I know how much this means to you for everything to go accordingly.”

“With you as my good luck charm, this should be running smoothly,” You grin, picking up a book of spells from the shelf. “I forgot to thank you for giving me a ride to this occult shop. So, thank you. You’re the fucking best.”

“It’s nothing. You can ask me any time.”

“No but, seriously, you’re the best. I know I’ve been a little annoying asking you to give me a ride all over the place like a goddamn chauffeur since my car fucked up,” You lower the book from your view. “How’s my car doing by the way? Ever figured out the issue?”

“Nope,” Eddie lies. “Still looking for any sign of damage. But don’t worry. You can never annoy me. Except for whenever you sing Cyndi Lauper at the top of your lungs. Then, it’s like ‘Jesus H. Christ, woman, are you trying to kill me?’.”

Another lie. He actually loves it when you do that.

You gawk at him in feigned offense, shoving him playfully. “A girl just wants to have fun, Edward. I should be allowed time after time.”

He snorts. “Referencing her song titles casually in conversation? That’s a new one.”

“Clever, ain’t it?” You wink. “So, what do you think of this spell book? Is it good enough for ‘show and tell’ night?”

“Unless we read anything in there that’ll come true, I doubt anyone would be impressed.”

“Oh, so you don’t think the tickle spell works?” You say, blinking innocently.

“The tickle spell?” Your pure features morph into a sinister smile and Eddie knew he’d walked right into that one. He raises a hand to halt you. “Do not even think about it. I bite.”

“I’ll take the risk.” Your fingers dance around his sides and he begins to giggle like a schoolgirl while cursing you like a sailor.

“S-stop t-that.” He strains between laughter.

“Alright,” You sigh, easing off of him. “Sorry, Eds. I saw an opportunity and had to seize it. You always did say you’re convinced I was a dad in another life.”

“That was mean. You know, I’m very sensitive to that,” He says while still laughing. “What was that for?”

“Because I like your smile and you’re not doing enough of that today.”

Eddie smiles wider, knowing he probably looks goofy but he’s on a high from your words. He leans back against the shelf, tilting his head to one side. “You notice my smile patterns?”

“Of course, I notice. I’m a funny person if you’re not laughing then that hurts my ego.” You quip.

“We don’t want you hurting that now, do we? It’s not like it’s the size of Texas or something.”

“You’re one to talk. You know the saying ‘big ego, little ears’.” You tug on his ears.

“My ears are far from small, sweetheart. Among other things.” He clicks his tongue.

You tug his ears with more force. “There’s that ego showing.”

He brings his hands up to yours, pulling gently. “I showed you mine. Show me yours.”

It felt as if the shelves were closing in around him but in a good way. Like the atmosphere was coming together just so it could push the two of you together. For a second, it looks like you’re looking at him the way he’s always wanted you to. But before he could lean any closer, an unexpected presence interrupts the momentum of his bravado.

“What are you guys doing?” Steve asks with a chuckle.

You look over at him, beaming. “Comparing our egos.”

Peeling off your best friend, you walk over to Steve and the two of you share a quick embrace. Eddie sighs his frustration quietly, pulling himself up from the shelf to greet his close friend.

“Harrington,” Eddie greets as the two clap each other up. “What are you doing here? Didn’t think this type of shit was your scene?”

“Baby invited me.” Steve says, pointing your way.

“Yeah, sorry, Eds. I forgot to mention that Steve’s tagging along with us on the trip,” You explain. “He’s been trying to find something for show and tell, too. So, I invited him to the search with us. Now that Steve’s going on the trip, the twins and Chrissy being there doesn’t seen so bad, huh?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, trying to disguise the disappointment in his tone. “I’m stoked but…confused. How are you able to go? Robin’s taking Vickie as her plus one.”

“I’m Dustin’s plus one,” Steve replies. “Apparently, his mother trusts me to supervise him on this trip.”

Eddie had forgotten that Dustin joined the occult club in addition to the hellfire club. Dustin had done so after one summer of reading strictly horror comics in which his fascination for lovecraftian creatures and cryptids grew.

“Aww, babysitter Stevie’s back.” You poke fun.

He glares at you, arms crossed. “I thought we retired that title.”

“I thought so, too. Yet here we are,” You fired back. “So what exactly are you looking to impress us with?”

Steve thinks for a moment. “I’m not sure. In fact, I shouldn’t be telling you guys what I’ll be bringing in if I’m going to win.”

“Try all you might, dear, but you’ll never beat me.” You challenge.

“What about you, Eddie? I’m guessing you think you’ll be winning this, too.”

“I’m not doing it, actually. I figured I’d let Baby have her shine in this.”

What seem like an innocent noble act to him was taken as an offensive blow to you.

You quirk up an eyebrow. “It almost sounds like you’re saying that if you were to join show and tell, you’d beat me hands down?”

Steve grimaces. “It does sound a lot like that, buddy.”

“I’m being a gentleman.” Eddie defends.

“Spare me,” You scoff. “I don’t want your pity. I want you to put your money where your mouth is. I’ll see to it that you bring your show and tell item. That way we’ll really see who comes out on top. For now, we’ll split up and we’ll leave our choices as a surprise.”

“Sounds good to me,” Steve says. “You two know much I love a little friendly competition.”

“I’m going to another section of this store. Try not to follow me.” You say in an alluring tone before strutting.

The boys wait until you’re a good enough distance before they began their sparring of words. Unbeknownst to you, some weeks ago, the boys caught on to each other’s feelings for you. Although they’ve mentioned to keep things cordial, as the two viewed one another as brothers, it proves to be quite difficult when they’re always trying to one up each other.

“So…Steve,” Eddie says with a tight smile. “You’re attending the trip. I thought you were passed high school things now that you’re a big college boy and all.”

“I decided I need to be there for my good friend, Dustin.” Steve says, matching Eddie’s polite tone.

“He’s my friend, too, ya know.”

“He was mine first.”

Eddie points at him, narrowing his eyes and smiling.“Got me there, bud. But ya know,” He begins, pacing slowly. “Baby was my friend first. Just to clear that up.”

“What’s your point?”

“Just sayin’,” Eddie shrugs, guiltlessly. “I mean, don’t be surprised during the trip if you don’t have her attention.”

Steve smirks. “Is it that I won’t have her attention or that I won’t take her attention…from you? Because the latter implies that no matter how hard I try, it wouldn’t be enough to take her away from you. But here’s the thing, Munson, I really don’t have to try. I won’t need to have her attention when she’ll already be looking at me.”

“I don’t know, man. Do you really think so? Because if she really were actually paying any attention to you, she’d see how extra swishy your hairs looking today. Looks like that Farrah Fawcett hairspray is really working miracles. You’d think she’d at least compliment the hair.”

“Oh, she’ll notice,” Steve winks. “Give it time.”

The boys exchange heated looks not registering your presence as you peeked your head in the corridor. “Did you guys find what you’re looking for?”

Steve runs his hands through his hair and sighs, “Not quite.”

“Yeah, me neither. Going to keep hunting,” You nearly continue on your way but end up doing a double take instead. “Stevie, you’re putting the ‘hair’ in ‘Harrington’ today! It just looks so glorious. Like Disney prince.”

“You flatter me.” Steve says, smugly.

When you leave, he sends Eddie a ‘told ya so’ look and Eddie fumes to himself. What’s wrong with his hair? Sure, you’ve complimented his hair every now and then but you’ve never compared it to a Disney prince’s hair. That’s a pretty top-tier compliment!

You win this round, Harrington.

——————

After purchasing your findings from the occult shop, you go over to Eddie’s place to help him pack. He’s usually last minute with these things but it never bothers you especially when you get to see his wardrobe. Sometimes, he’d even model them for you.

“Oh, please! Model this hat for me.” You plead, hands clasped.

“You setting me up, woman.” He says, spotting your polaroid camera that you did a poor job of hiding behind you.

“Come on, for me,” You pout, giving your best puppy dog eye. “I won’t take your picture.”

“Fine. But only one outfit. Just let me go into the closet and change really quick.” He grumbles.

After a few moments, he returns out of the closet wearing a Roger Rabbit costume from that one Halloween two years ago when the two of you went as Roger and Jessica Rabbit. You erupt into giggles, holding your stomach as you fell back against the mattress.

“Why?”

“Because I knew it’d make you laugh,” He says, walking over to you. You wait until his face comes in view before you take your camera and snap a picture and he looks at you with a look of stunned betrayal. “You said no pictures.”

“I can’t help it,” You say through your fit of laughter. “Why do you still have that costume?”

He tries to grab the camera from your hands but you move away, going further up the bed. He crawls after you and pulls your legs, dragging you beneath him to get the camera. He loses track of what he was aiming for, looking at you giggling below him. His lower body pressed up against yours.

Your laughter dies on your lips as you stare up at him with doe eyes. He’s breathing hard but not from the rigorous struggle to capture you.

You face heats up and Eddie’s confused as to why you seem so flustered. That is until he shifts his weight above you and feels the heavy and very hard uninvited entity between his legs, poking at your exposed belly.

His cow eyes widen, lips parted as his cheeks paint pink. “Erm—I—It’s not what it—“

You snap another photo of his reaction. “Gotcha.”

He peels off your body, sitting up in a daze while trying to adjust the cartoonish red shorts. You sit up as well, examining the photos with a fond smile. He snaps out of it, glancing over your shoulder to see the results.

“They’re perfect.” You sigh.

“I look like a tweaker.”

“But you’re my little tweaker,” You pinch his cheek. “Besides, this is for my personal collection. Something to cheer me up before I leave for university.”

Oh, right. He’d forgotten about that. Or better yet, he’s been trying to forget. He just couldn’t imagine going over to your place and not seeing you there. If he were smarter, he’d be going with you but he knew he couldn’t get accepted with his grades. He’d only barely made it as a graduate, thanks to the assistance of his friends who never gave up on him.

But of course you were leaving for university. Eddie was the one who encouraged it. Even when you told him that you’d attend community college just to be with him. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t let you strive for the stars? You wouldn’t have let him settle if Eddie got the deal of a lifetime regarding his music.

So, as the saying goes… if you love someone, let them go.

“I’m really going to miss you.” Eddie says, quietly.

You laugh humorlessly. “Probably not too much since Jeff and Gareth will be staying in town. Then there’s also Steve.”

“They’re all great but…they’re not you,” Eddie admits. “Wanna know why I kept this stupid costume? It’s because it was one of the best Halloween’s for me. We stayed up all night in my trailer getting high, listening to Weird Al, talking about stupid shit that didn’t even matter. I loved that night. And I love…I love…”

He had no issue before telling you that he loved you. But that was when his love for you was a lot more tame in meaning. Now that his love for you burns with the intensity of a thousand suns, he chokes up in fear.

“…I love being around you. You’re my best friend.” He finishes, avoiding your gaze so you couldn’t see him being angry with himself.

He feels the slightest touch on his hand, your fingers curling around it. He swivels his head in your direction, seeing a sincere and loving smile on your face.

“Is it safe to admit that I still have my costume because it was one of the best nights of my life, too?”

He breaks a smile and you do the same, holding each other’s hand in comfortable silence.

——————

5am sky paints like a canvas of dark to milky blues and a tinge of orange in the mix as the sun rose up. Everyone was set to meet on the campus of school around this time.

In one car, there was Steve, Dustin, Robin, and Vickie. In the other were you and Eddie. Both cars pulling up in the lot simultaneously.

You exit the vehicles heading over to greet the girls and Dustin, going on excitedly about what was up on the itinerary for the 2 days. Eddie momentarily greets the group before turning his attention to Steve for yet another showdown.

“Harrington.” Eddie mutters in disdain, arms crossed.

“Munson.” Steve replies in an equally hostile tone.

“Henderson,” Dustin says, cutting in with a finger raised. “What’s with all the testosterone circling between you two? Somebody lost a video game rematch again?”

“Don’t mind us, Henderson,” Steve says, eyes still staring intensely at his rival friend. “Eddie and I are just having a little discussion.”

“You’ve only said one word to each other. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve assumed you guys are fighting over Baby,” Dustin says, laughing hysterically until he darts his eyes nervously between the boys. “P-please don’t tell me that I’m right.”

You enter the conversation, the girls following after. “Hey guys, what’s with the long faces? Was there a video game rematch that I missed?” You ask, concerned.

“Oh, no. We’re just playing around like we always do. Right, buddy?” Eddie says while ruffling Steve’s hair out of place causing Steve to stare daggers at him.

He plays it off with a laugh, fixing his hair again.“Yeah, just boys being men.”

“Oookay,” You say, puzzled. “Well, it looks like everybody else is running a little lat—oh no, I stand corrected. A few more cars are coming in.”

Eddie recognizes that red Camaro anywhere. But it couldn’t be. What would he be doing on a trip like this? But then he remembered: the douchebag had a little sister. Max.

“Billy fucking Hargrove.” Eddie and Steve say at once then exchange looks with one another.

“The hell’s he doing here?” Steve asks.

“You know this genius,” Robin says. “Max is a part of this club and she really wanted to go on this trip but couldn’t go without trusted supervision so…”

“He’s her plus one.” Eddie finishes with a groan.

Here’s your history with Billy Hargrove. He’s your neighbor. A couple years before you became the ‘beauty bombshell’ you are today, you had a crush him. Eddie knew of this which embarrassed you a bit because Billy wasn’t very nice to you or Eddie back in high school. He was always ignoring you and when he did know of your existence he’d tease you for being so flustered around him. That was until one summer starting your Junior year—him, his senior year—when you came back a whole new person.

Billy loves a challenge and you were definitely going to be one. Not only did you loathe him because you realized how shallow of a male he was but it made it much easier for you to despise him knowing his feud with Steve.

But Eddie knew Billy would stop at nothing to impress you despite him having plenty of options to choose from on this trip.

Max is clearly not in the best mood with her step brother being there. But she cheers up a little when she meets up with the gang.

Billy follows shortly behind with an awkward silence from the gang. Of course, his sights were on you but for now he decides to focus on the man he’d least expected to there.

“Is that King Steve?” Billy says

“Yeah, yeah, It’s me. Don’t cream your pants.” Steve mutters.

“I think you and I are going to get along on this trip. I’m feeling it,” He smirks then turns his attention to you and Eddie. “Well, don’t you both just look so precious. Have you guys finally tied the knot yet?”

Eddie scrunches up his nose in anger ready to fire so harsh words but you were quick with an answer. “Careful. All that hot air you’re filled with will make you fly away some day. Try talking less, maybe.”

“I’m just teasing, Babe. I know Munson could never talk you out of your pants. Hell, he couldn’t even talk you out of a car if it were burning.”

“Why don’t you fuck off, Hargrove? Or do you need somebody’s mom to help do that for you?” Eddie says, referencing Billy’s run-ins of sleeping with married women.

Billy sneers. “I needed a smoke anyway.”

The moment he leaves you drop the mean mug on your face, smiling brightly as you raise a hand for a high five. “We are a snarky pair. Nice touch on the ‘mother fucker’ joke.”

Eddie laughs, high-fiving you. “Mother…fucker? That’s genius, Baby. I don’t know how you come up with these things.”

A few more cars begin to pull in and you recognize them to be Jonathan and Argyle, The Twins and Chrissy, and the remaining of the club which one of member in particular happened to be your ex-boyfriend, Avery Spinelli.

“You didn’t tell me he’d be on the trip,” Eddie whispers. “Will you be okay spending the two days with him?”

“Oh, yeah,” You wave off. “Avery and I are still good friends. We simply just didn’t work out. If I can be in an hour and 30 minute meeting with this guy. 2 days will be nothing.”

You wait until everyone meets in the middle to begin your roll call. Once you were sure everyone was present you began to go over the trip details and itinerary.

“Good morning, everyone! I love seeing those smiling faces,” You pause for a moment, glancing at the group who all looked equally exhausted and annoyed. You swallowed hard, shifting awkwardly. “Ok, I can see that we’re not all fully awake yet. That’s fine because you will be once we get to Point Pleasant, West Virginia. Of course, that’ll be in about 9 hours, but at least this’ll allow us the chance to get to know one another more intimately.”

“That’s cool and all, dudette, but I’ve got a girlfriend that’ll kill me if I do anything like that.” Argyle says.

“Intimate as in personal, Aggy,” You explain. “Nothing sexual in nature. There are children present.”

“Mother says I’m a little man.” Dustin pouts.

“You’re not helping your case.” Max says, patting his shoulder.

“Onto the main focus of this trip,” You continue. “There’s a reason why I chose Point Pleasant. Specifically, because of Mothman sightings. We’re going to share a cabin in the woods where we’ll get to see whether or not it exists. On Day 2, we’ll be going to the cornfield to spot mysterious alien crop circles. It’s going to be a blast! Ava and Ida, would you girls like to add anything?”

“Yes,” Ava steps to the front. “This will also be a very healing experience. We’re going to really tap into the spiritual side of ourselves because in order to connect with the world of occultism, we must look within ourselves first.”

“Oh, brother.” Eddie mutters to himself, possibly too loud.

“I’m sorry, Munson. Did you like to add anything?” Ava says, bringing all eyes on him.

Eddie clears his throat awkwardly, steps up from the circle. “I just wanted to bring up an interesting fact about the cabin. Someone was murdered in one of the rooms there. Good luck finding which one.”

He steps back into place and the group is silent for a moment. You break the silence. “T-thank you for that heads up, Eddie. Well, we should be hitting the road now. There’s 15 of us. I’m thinking we carpool so there are less cars. Eddie and Argyle suggested that they’ll be taking their vans. Billy’s taking his own car as well. Which leaves the RV. A big thank you to Avery for bringing his dad’s RV. It’s perfect for carrying at least the majority of us.”

“Anything for you, Babygirl.” Avery winks.

Eddie seethes. The nerve of him to address you so casually. As if he still had you. By the look on your face, Eddie understood that you were just as confused at the sudden nickname. Usually, people just called you ‘Baby’ simply because of how kind you were but Avery thought he was just sooo clever calling you ‘Babygirl’ like it was any deviation from the original nickname.

“Dustin and I will be riding with you guys,” Steve says to you, watching Eddie’s reaction from the corner of his eye. “Robin and Vickie are going with Argyle for ‘herbalist enthusiasts’ reasons.”

Eddie almost forgot about obstacle #1. He was so caught up with the men that could potentially set their sights on you that he ignored the one who’s actively doing so.

“Maybe I should switch cars.” You joke.

“You’d never leave me.” Eddie scoffs.

“True, but that’s only because you’re terrible at reading a map.” You tap his nose before skipping away.

“I can totally read a map!”

“No, you can’t.” Steve and Dustin say simultaneously, jolting Eddie in surprise.

—————

“Bullshit! Bigfoot would annihilate Mothman,” Dustin argues. “Are you serious? Mothman? Because he has wings? Bigfoot would rip those clean off.”

“Mothman can carry Bigfoot in the air, drop him and turn him into a pancake,” You challenge. “Meanwhile all Bigfoot does is hide. Probably because he can’t fight.“

“Bros, help us settle this thing. This girl has no idea what she’s talking about. Eddie, what’s your pick?”

“I’ll have to go with Mothman, too. She’s made some pretty valid points.” Eddie shrugs.

“Thank you, Eds.” You smirk at Dustin. Meanwhile, Eddie sticks his tongue out at Steve through the reflection of his rearview mirror.

“Of course you would.” Dustin glares at Eddie.

“I actually think it would be Bigfoot that wins. He’s hiding because he’s working on some gains, obviously. Dude’s hiding a six-pack under all that fur. Mothman’s got the physique but no strength. Take it from me. I was an athlete so…” Steve finishes.

Dustin raises a chin smugly at you.

“Very valid point, Stevie. I’ll admit defeat,” You say, turning in your seat to bow your hands up and down. “All hail, King Steve and Sir Dustin.”

You sit back in place and Steve repays Eddie’s taunting, raising a middle finger the moment Eddie looks into the mirror.

“So what’s the first thing we’ll be doing today?” Steve asks you.

You read out the schedule in your planner. “We’ll meet up at the cabin, put our things away. And then we’re going to explore the haunted chapel.”

“A haunted chapel? I think I heard another interesting fact about a particular ghost that lives there. People say it’s a type of ghost so powerful when it possesses you, you begin to shake violently.” Eddie says.

Your eyes become the size of saucers. “Oh my god! What kind of ghost is that?”

“The holy ghost.”

Breaking your fearful stare, you laugh hysterically. “That was such a dad joke. I thought those were my thing.”

“I can be funny, too.” He laughs.

After hours upon hours of driving, Eddie could feel himself tiring out from staring at the road too long. You catch on to his sluggish reaction times, his silence noticeably missing from the group’s conversation. Feeling concerned for everyone’s safety, you address the situation.

“You’d like for me to drive?” You offer.

Eddie waves off your concerns. “I’m great. I’ve driven cross country in 2 days to meet with a producer who gave me a handshake along with a signed Metallica CD and sent me on my dirtbag way. This is nothing.”

“But you look so tired.”

“I could drive.” Steve says.

“I’m not letting you near my baby.” Eddie says, defensively. He blinks fast, eyes wide like a deer in headlights at the possibility of being taken out of context. “I meant like not letting you drive my van…who is like a baby…to me.”

Steve mouths a ‘Nice save’ to him.

“Eddie, please,” You pout, shaking him lightly. “You need rest. You wouldn’t want to risk getting anyone like Dustin hurt, would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t.” He sighs, reluctantly parking the car off to the side and the cars following do the same.

“Thank you,” You pat his hand. “You can go ahead and switch seats with Steve.”

“You’ll come to the back with me, right?” Eddie asks with pleading eyes.

“I’ll need help with the map, too. Sorry,” Steve shrugs. “You’ve got Dustin to keep you company, though.”

Eddie turns to look at Dustin who smiles a red smile at the metalhead, teeth and mouth red from the cherry popsicle he’d gotten from a rest stop.

Eddie exhales grumpily. “Alright. But you’re sharing whatever snack you’ve got in that gigantic backpack you’re carrying.”

“Even the strudel?” Dustin whines.

“Is that even a question? Now move over, I’m diving in.” Eddie says, pulling off his seatbelt to crawl over the console into the back.

“At least wait until I’m out of the seat.” Steve grumbles, struggling to exit the van while dodging Eddie’s wild movements. He takes his place in the front seat, locking in his seatbelt to see you watching him in content.

“Hey, cell mate 3027, looking cool.” You smirk.

“Right back at ya, 3026.”

The two of you had a little insider due to your family’s ending up in the same hotel for a holiday vacation. His room was 3027 and yours 3026.

It was your sophomore year and you only knew Steve as kind of a jerk. But by his junior, his attitude improved and on your family’s vacation, when you’d spotted him, he was kind enough to say ‘hi’ despite you being considered a ‘loser’. He’d even give you the cellmate nickname whenever he ran into you and it stuck ever since. When Eddie and Steve became friends a little after Steve graduated, your bond grew from there.

A tap on the window alerts everyone to look in the passenger window.

Billy Hargrove.

You groan your frustration and lower the window.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

“Yeah,” You say dismissively, your arms crossed. “We just switched drivers because it’s a long drive.”

“You’re thinkin’ smart and safe. I like that,” Billy praises. “That’s why you’re in charge.”

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes.

“You know, I’m really glad to be here,” He leans in. “I could use the time to really be one with nature and challenge my world view. Max invited me out of obligation and I was pretty bummed at first. Then, I heard you’d be here and I don’t know…somehow it made me feel okay.”

You snort. “Why? I don’t even like you or could even stand to talk to you.”

“Yeah, but I’d like change that. I don’t know what it is about you lately, Sassy… but I can’t get you out of my head. I’m thinking it’s divine intervention that I’m here with you instead of anywhere else. Maybe I can make things right between us.”

Your face heats up at the deep richness of voice. You avoid his gaze, crossing your arms and he smirks as if he’d won a prize. The smooth bastard.

Steve rolls his eyes and says, “You can go now, Hargrove. We’re all good here.”

“Understandable,” He says, tapping the side of the van. “Guess I’ll be seeing you again at the cabin.”

You remain silent, glaring at him.

He chuckles, nodding. “I’ll get you to warm up to me eventually.”

He walks off and you let out a breath you weren’t sure you held. He just made you so tense sometimes that you couldn’t help but to go stiff. You had to admit though…he has a way with words, knowing just what to say to make you feel little flutters in your tummy.

But if you could see what went on in Eddie’s mind you’d see how much more intense and visceral his reaction to Billy is compared to yours. He wanted to go after the bastard. He taps HIS van?! Then proceeds to flirt with the love of his life right in front of him?!

The disrespect Eddie experienced today was enough to become murderous. Steve’s expression held up no better. He was furious, gripping the steering wheel for dear life as he continues on to the road.

But then you reach a hand up, rubbing his arm to comfort him. “Hey, that must’ve been so tough for you. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay now. You know about how he kicked my ass because he was so obsessed about being better than me and taking my title as ‘King of Hawkins High’ whatever the hell that means?”

“Yeah, I heard about it. I was out sick that day. You know how they always say you miss out on all the drama when your absent,” You giggle. “I’m sure you held your own that day. Your pretty face is still intact.”

“You think my face is pretty?” Steve laughs.

“Yeah,” You nod. “I’d be blind if I didn’t.”

“What about me?” Eddie says, scooting up so that you can see him at your side. “I ain’t much to look at but—“

“Not much to look at? Dude…I’m always staring at you. All the time,” You admit. “You’ve got the prettiest eyes. I always tell you how jealous I am of them. You’re all so pretty. Especially the cutie in the back named Dustin.”

Dustin twiddles with his fingers bashfully. “My Suzie says I’m a 10.”

“That girl’s got taste.” You praise.

Eddie couldn’t care at all that you called Steve a pretty face. Not when you’ve just admitted that you look at him, too. Maybe not exactly how he hoped but it’s close enough.

“Sucks that Max couldn’t join us. Imagine having to spend 9 hours with Billy. Woof!” You cringe. “To think I had a crush on that guy.”

“I tried talking some sense into you.” Eddie says.

“Well, if ever you find me hanging around him—please, oh, please—take me away.”

“Gladly!” The three boys say in unison, confusion settling around.

————

After sometime, Dustin and you had fallen asleep during the car ride, leaving the men to become more acquainted with one another.

“Why are you suddenly into her? You never gave her a second glance?” Eddie inquires.

“Of course I didn’t. I hardly seen her at all. Our paths just never aligned to be around each other as much we do now. I’ve gotten to know her and now I like her.”

“What about Nancy? Thought you were trying to win her back?”

“Nancy and I have been over for so long. What about you? Don’t you have a thing for cheerleaders or something?”

“Chrissy was just a little crush. We all have ‘em. Doesn’t make us tied at the hip? But I’m wiser. I know what I want. I want Baby. It’s always been her. So, you should just forget about taking her from me? Because she’s already mine.”

“You wish. I’ll stop at nothing to make her mine.”

“Neither will I.”

“May I suggest something?” Dustin says, raising his head.

“Jesus!” Eddie jolts up. “Weren’t you asleep?”

“I usually wake up to the sound of a challenge. And it looks like you two are in need of settling this shit. But your going to compete for her heart, you’ll first have to knock out all the competition.

First contender: The Crush a.k.a. Billy Hargrove, psychotic douchebag turned ‘changed’ man.”

“Former…crush,” Eddie emphasizes. “She hates his guts now so he’s nothing to worry about.”

“Au contraire,” Dustin says. “Hargrove’s a prick but he’s got a way with words that’ll make any girl weak. Baby’s pretty strong but she’s only human. Word on the street is: never let your girl see him doing manual labor less you want to lose her forever.”

“Goddamn.” Eddie says, lost for words.

“Second contender: The Ex a.k.a. Avery Spinelli, astrology buff who has an affinity for women he believes are his soulmates. A girl could never really shake of her ex, now can she? And I hear he’s looking to ask Baby to prom and possibly to be his girlfriend again.”

“Wait, how are you knowing all of this?” Steve questions.

“I’m around a lot of girls in that club, okay?” He mutters, embarrassed. “Avery’s planning getting her to take him back with his show & tell performance. He told her it was a magic hat performance but it’s really just a promposal.”

“I knew I didn’t trust him!” Eddie shouts.

“Shhh,” Steve puts a finger to his lips, glancing for a moment to see you stir a little in your seat. “You’ll wake her. But fuck that guy.”

“Yeah, fuck that guy.” Eddie whisper-yells.

“Focus, amigos,” Dustin sighs. “Lastly, we have—-

“It’s Argyle isn’t it?” Eddie says. “The true himbo.”

“He’s a favorite among the ladies for sure but he’s dating Suzie’s older sister, Eden. And they’re real serious,” Dustin begins. “The Third Contender is actually The Potential a.k.a….Jonathan Byers.”

“Jonathan?!” The two men say in shock.

“Yep. According to Will and Mike, Jonathan and Nancy are on a break.”

“Holy shit.” Steve says.

“But him?” Eddie asks.

“Jonathan and (y/n) both love photography and conspiracies. Sometimes during club meeting, they’d have 1 on 1 deep conversations. Even before Jonathan and Nancy went on their break…I sensed a connection with those two. I doubt Jonathan will make any move on her, though. But from my perspective, it looks like she digs him heavily. El says she heard them talking on the phone one night.”

“Y-yeah, but Baby told me it was only because they had a school project together.” Eddie says.

“Do you know what happens when two hormonal teenagers are in close proximity?” Dustin asks rhetorically. “For all we know, they’re looking at each other in a whole new light.”

“Oh, shiiit.” Eddie groans.

“If you guys wanna get to her, you’ll have to go through them. It’s the only way,” Dustin explains. “Once their out of the way, it’ll be so much easier for her to make her decision. In fact, I’d like to add some stakes.”

“Uh-oh.” Eddie says.

“‘Uh-oh’ is right,” Dustin smiles wickedly. “Instead of confessing your feelings to her, you both should get her to confess to you first. That way for sure you’ll know who she truly has feelings for. She has to say it on her own will so you can’t ask her to say it. No sexual contact of any kind, you heathens. If either of you confess or make sexual contact before she make the move, that’s breaking the rules. And breaking the rules means punishment: a haircut!”

“Whoooa.” Steve disapproves.

“That’s just brutal.” Eddie says.

“What? You guys chicken? If you’re really that good at seducing girls, then there shouldn’t be a problem getting her to say it. Or…you can admit defeat claiming that neither of you have game.”

“Someone’s getting a little big for their britches.” Steve criticizes.

Eddie nods. “It’s his tone, right?”

“You dickheads in or not?” Dustin wages.

“I’m in.” Steve says.

“I’m in, too. This’ll be a piece of cake. Baby’s told me she liked me plenty of times before.” Eddie says, smugly.

“So do sisters to their brothers.” Steve retorts.

“Did you just brother-zoned me on her behalf?”

“It’s clear as day that it’s what she meant by it. You’d have to be brain dead to not know.”

“You’ve got some nerve…”

“Oh, I really do…”

Dustin shakes his head at the obnoxious men, placing his headphones on his head and going back to sleep.

———————

You board off the van and intake the fresh air around you. After 9 hours, you’d made it to the cabin and it was still bright out to do the planned activities of the day.

“Change of plans, everyone,” Co-Club president Ida says, standing in front of the huddled circle. “Scratch the chapel plans. My twin sis, Ava, just got off the phone with the police. Apparently, there’s a whole investigation ongoing regarding a secret fight club being held there. So instead Baby, our trip organizer, what else do you have planned for us? Hopefully, something less ‘mercury in retrograde’ kind of fuck up.”

You clenched teeth in a faux smile. “Thank you, Ida. And, no, this isn’t a fuck up yet,” You take the front. “Today, we should just relax. It’s our first day here in Point Pleasant so let’s make the most of it and enjoy the environment. I was reading the map and it looks like we’re nearby the cornfield so if we’re feeling up to it tonight, we can simply walk there. Maybe see some alien activity.”

“Hexcellent idea, Babes. I knew I was right to put you in charge,” Ava says, patting your back. “Maybe try a crystal healing bath to connect you with your guiding spirit, though. We don’t want any more bumps in the road for this trip, now do we?”

“Okay.” You try to swallow then nasty words you had to say to her.

“I’m lovin this so far,” Argyle says. “Little chillaxing here and there. Then at night, we get to hang with the aliens. I’m thinking they’ll be really vibey because they’re not held down by societal constructs like we are.”

“That’s so genius, man. How do you think of this shit?” Jonathan laughs.

“It just comes to me, bro.” Argyle says.

You take the joint from behind Argyle’s ear. “How high are you?”

“No, no. It’s ‘Hi, how are you?’, dude,” Argyle says, petting your head. “It’s okay. That one’s always a big tongue twister for me, too.”

You shake your head in bewilderment. “Let’s put our bags away so we can have some fun. I’m thinking we do show & tell in a couple hours.”

“Last one there gets the haunted bedroom.” Robin says, rushing past with her bags and Vickie follows after giggling hysterically.

The group races into the log home, claiming their bedrooms. While Eddie busies himself with unloading his duffel bag, he hears a light tap and turns to see you leaning on one side of the frame.

“Hi.” You say.

“Hey.” He says with a circling wave.

“Looks like you’ve found your room.”

“Yes, I did. But is it what I wanted? Well, that’s debatable,” He sighs. “I’m paired with your ex-boyfriend. Yeah, he’s a real hoot. He told me he knows when and how I’ll die based off of my birth chart so that’s fun.”

“Least you didn’t date him. Used to tell me he knew when I’d lose my virginity to him and somehow that line worked on me,” You laugh. “On the bright side, you don’t have a roommate like mine. Moon claims she’s a witch who died in the Salem trials and has been reborn. Which isn’t too bad until you realize that sometimes she likes the room’s temperature to be near burning hot. She says it reminds her to avenge her fallen sisters.”

“And yet I’m considered a freak?” He huffs, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Strange that the popular kids are looking to infiltrate our spaces, though? Billy…the twins running an occult club…what is happening?”

“Yeah, I know. But I guess popularity thing isn’t everything,” You sit beside him throwing your legs over his lap. “I think they’re finally starting to understand that freaks like us do whatever we like and have all the fun doing it, too.”

“What about that Steve Harrington, huh? I would have never expect him to come here. Hell, I’ve been trying to get him to go to just one hellfire campaign for literally a year now.” He laughs through his restrained anger.

“Yeah, it is a little strange,” You say in a suspicious tone. “But I’m glad he’s here. I’d like for all my friends to be here. Especially since it might be my last trip with you guys in a while.”

Every time he’s reminded of you leaving, he becomes physically ill. He pushes the inevitable away. Just a little more time.

You sit beside him, taking his hand in yours. “I know you only came because you knew it’d make me happy so again…thank you for being here.”

There’s his heart going crazy again. His palms are for sure sweaty but you don’t pull away.

“I’d do anything for you.” He says.

“Me too,” You rub a hand on his thigh. “You’re a true friend.”

His heart shatters. True Friend? No! He doesn’t want to be seen as your friend. He wants you! Why can’t you see that?!

He swallows the hard lump in his throat and whispers, “Yeah, friend.”

Your phone dings for a text message notification. Peering at the message, a cheshire grin spreads across your face.

“Oh my god! Look at this cute ass picture!” You show Eddie. It was an image of Robin, Vickie, Dustin and Max relaxing in the lake on the cutesy floaties that Vickie had brought with her for the trip. “I have to claim my floatie now.”

You stand on your feet, pulling off your tank top and Eddie’s forced out of his funk to gaze upon your beauty. You then remove your jeans, revealing your full white bikini. He shuts his parted mouth to keep from drooling and uses the little strength he has left to keep himself nailed to the bed and not pounce at you.

You were glowing. Eddie’s seen you in a bikini before but through the eyes of love had a whole new meaning. He found himself wanting to count every freckle on your body and kiss every part you felt was imperfect. If only you’d give him the chance to kiss the soft, supple skin of your thighs.

He hadn’t noticed that he’d been fiddling with the chain around his wrist, his hands mindlessly doing so to cope and hold himself down. He accidentally pulls it up and off causing it to scatter across the room.

“Oh shit. Sorry, I’ll get that.”

“No, don’t worry,” You push down on his shoulders. “I’ll get it.”

You were trying to kill him. That was it. Because you had no business, bending over in front of him the way you did to collect the wristband. Yet, here you were with your vivaciousness and plump ass that he could very well bury himself deep into and do unspeakable things to your body.

He couldn’t take it. He needed to have you. Without thinking, Eddie shoots up from the bed, striding over to you like a hungry lion on the verge of capturing his prey. But then he came along.

You straighten up, smiling at the intruder. “You’re in your trunks. Loving the chest hair. I bet the girls were all over you.”

Steve cheeks raises a shade pinker. As if the sight of you in a bikini wasn’t already overwhelming, you go and compliment him once again. “T-thanks.”

He stalks closer and instinctively you walk backwards to give him his space but he resumes forward.

“I was just telling Eddie about the float-oop!” You walk back into Eddie’s chest, laughing nervously. “When’d you get behind me?”

“Yeah, Eds. When? You weren’t thinking of doing something naughty, were you?” Steve questions, catching on to Eddie’s aroused state.

You tilt your head up and back to look at your best friend. “You were trying to come up behind me and scare me, huh?”

“Ya got me.” Eddie laughs nervously then clears his throat.

“You’re a naughty boy, indeed, Munson.” You say, poking his tummy.

Eddie’s already agitated that Steve decided to barge in but now your ex decides to enter the room as well.

“Hey, Babygirl, I was looking all over for you,” Avery says, while taking in the sight of you sandwiched between Eddie and Steve. His eyes dart between the three of you suspiciously. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Not at all,” You reply. “Was there a specific reason for why you were looking for me?”

“Yes, actually,” Avery goes to reach for something out of frame near the doorway. He pulls out a giant floatie in the style of a sunflower, putting it down in front of him. “I made sure to claim one for you because I know how much you like them. It’s even shaped like your favorite flower.”

“You remembered?” You say in surprise.

“I remember everything about you. So…you wanna go out to the lake together and try it out.”

“Oh, I was actually going to wait until Eddie’s gotten dressed first before—“

“He’ll be fine. Come on. You don’t want to miss out on the fun. Robin and Vickie’s been asking for you.” Avery eggs on.

You look over to Eddie. “You wouldn’t mind if I went down now, would you?”

“Of course not,” Eddie lies. “Go on. I’ll meet you in no time.”

You smile. “Great! See you there! Steve, ya comin’?”

“I’ll be right there. You go on for now.”

You nod then excitedly smile at Avery and he does the most fury-inducing thing in Eddie and Steve’s presence. He takes your hand. The other carries your floatie as the two of you exit the room.

“That fucker,” Steve hisses. “We have to get rid of that guy.”

“Get rid or get rid?” Eddie says emphasizing the difference in contexts. “Because at this point I’m down for whatever option.”

Steve looks at him with concern. “No more mafia movies for you.”

Dustin enters. “What are you fools doing up here? Baby’s down at the lake.”

“We’re trying to come up with a plan to get Spinelli out of the picture.” Eddie explains.

“Yeah, I seen them holding hands down there,” Dustin says while shaking his head in disappointment. “It’s looking rough for you guys.”

“You know the guy, Dustin. How do we stop him?” Steve says.

“All I know is that this dude’s very superstitious. He believes in omens and fortunes and all that make believe shit. How do we scare a guy that’s only afraid of things that don’t exist?”

A slow wicked smile dawns upon Eddie’s face. “I think my Show N’ Tell performance is going to be even more interesting than I anticipated.”

“What’s your plan?” Steve asks.

Eddie smirks, eyes playfully dark. “Don’t you worry. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

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