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our babysitter’s a vampire !

synopsis : when reader comes back from her trip to santa carla, she’s acting off. she’s moody, constantly brushing off the group, hanging around shady looking people, and she looks terrible! (no she doesn’t 😽)

i’m wondering if i should use the same reader from the we’re going to camp bitches ! fic 🤔

stranger things x the lost boys x my babysitter’s a vampire au!

chapter 1 : she’s back !

Teenage Dirtbag

Pairing: Eddie Munson x short, plus-sized, girly-ish, female reader.

WC: ~9K

Warnings: cursing, eddie being a lil bit of a horndog, unrequited but not unrequited love

A/N: This song screamed Eddie Munson to me and I had to write it, I don't know what to say for myself lmao I thought it was going to be 1K at most. Welp.

Masterlist || AO3

Eddie Munson knew he wasn’t the smartest person in town. He was far from the dumbest, Jason Carver took that title by a landslide.

In fact, Eddie would dare to say he was actually pretty intelligent. He wasn’t book smart, not with subjects he didn’t give a shit about, but he had common sense. Which, clearly, wasn’t so common – especially in Hawkins.

However, even Eddie had to admit that he was the dumbest son of a bitch on this planet sometimes.

The primary example was when he managed to fall in love with you, his English tutor. 

After Eddie had bombed the first major test – on his second go at his senior year – his teacher had assigned him a mandatory tutor.

“I know you think I don’t like you,” Ms. O'Donnell said, her sharp eyes softening when Eddie snorted, “but I want you to succeed. You’re smarter than you let on and I can see that.”

“Don’t feel bad. All teachers hate me,” Eddie joked, a thread of truth to it.

“Well not me,” she said, “and to prove it to you – I’m going to assign you a tutor.”

What? “Aw, come on,” Eddie groaned, “I’ll do better on the next one!”

Ms. O’Donnell rolled her eyes. “That’s what you said all last year. I was the one who signed off on you using my classroom for Hellfire Club you know. It’s been four years and I’ve seen some of the things you come up with. You’re good at writing, Mr. Munson. You just need to apply yourself.”

Wait, she knew about some of his campaigns? “Which I’ll do from now on!” The comical expression on her face indicated that Eddie was not getting through to her.

“Trust me,” she said, “she took my advanced placement course as a sophomore. She’s a senior, like you, and she’s willing to do it as a favor to me.”

“Is this mandatory?” Eddie winced when his teacher’s sharp gaze returned.

“Yes,” she said, her expression softening when Eddie slumped. “I’ll make you a deal, just let her tutor you for the next quiz. If you get higher than a C, with genuine effort, you can opt out.”

“Deal,” Eddie sighed.

And now here he was, four months later and definitely more than one aced quiz later, with you in your first sundress of the season. Eddie had been waiting for you at the library, the same table in the back – hidden behind the cookbook shelves – when you walked in. The thin straps drew his attention first, his eyes trailing down to the neckline which exposed the swell of your breasts in a way that had Eddie shifting nervously in his seat.

You’d apologized, sitting down hastily, your breath coming out in quick pants. Your car hadn’t started this morning so you had to ask Dustin, your neighbor, to borrow his bike to get here.

The image of you biking in that dress was something that he didn’t know he needed.

Like always, you pulled out your battered copy of The Great Gatsby and got to work. Eddie had read the book, you’d been right – he did like it – but spent most of the first hour watching you explain the chapters he’d been assigned.

There was just something about the way your eyes lit up when you started rambling about literary terms and characterization. You tended to speak with your hands, cherry-colored nails flying as you waved a hand in the air.

Oh, you were saying his name. “Are you listening Eddie?” You asked, eyes shooting him a knowing look.

“Shortcake, I always listen to every word you say,” Eddie joked, winking. A flustered expression overtook your face and Eddie watched your fingers come up to your hair, a sure sign that his comment had hit. He hated the rush of serotonin that gave him.

See? Complete dumbass behavior.

“Pay attention, you have a quiz next week and then we start working on your final paper,” you said, tapping his hand softly. The warmth of your skin sent an electric current up his arm and straight to his chest. “Here, I brought an outline of what I thought would be good topics for you to choose from. I’m partial to Shakespeare – oh don’t give me that look – but I listed other options too. Let me see if they finally got that book that I was looking for.”

Eddie nodded and failed to avert his eyes as you walked away. Your hips swayed as the black patterned dress rippled with your movement.

It wasn’t his fault, not really. Eddie glanced at the paper you’d handed him, your handwriting neat and precise. He’d been dreading meeting you when Ms. O’Donnell had mentioned your name. You weren’t a cheerleader but you basically friends with the whole squad. He’d seen you at parties when he was selling, you always seemed nice but Eddie knew from experience that the popular crowd were just vultures waiting for a sign of weakness. Eddie wasn’t going to be stupid enough to expose any.

“Oh, hey, Lucas!” Your voice carried from a few shelves away. Eddie straightened. “I haven’t seen you since the last campaign!”

Eddie couldn’t hear what Lucas answered but your quiet laughter sent the equally stupid butterflies in his ribcage into chaos. Eddie fought a groan and pinched the bridge of his nose. Honestly, he could hardly be at fault when you had the audacity to have a laugh as cute as that.

“Did you look over the outline? Oh, are you okay?” You asked, eyes pinched in concern. Eddie shook his head, his hair settling around his shoulders.

“I’m fine, just a little tired,” he lied. “Was that Sinclair I heard?”

You beamed at him and Eddie swore he felt his heart stop in his chest. Jesus H. Christ, he was going to send you the bill when you sent him to the ER. “It was! I can’t believe he’s taller than me now,” you said, wrinkling your nose when Eddie laughed, “oh shut up. I meant, I used to babysit them. They were all little munchkins a few minutes ago. Now they’re freshman. That’s wild.”

“Calm down there, grandma,” Eddie retorted as you rolled your eyes, “besides, it’s not exactly hard to be taller than you nowadays shortcake.”

Eddie could tell you were trying your best to bite back a grin. “You know, I’m the one who brought your grade up from a F to a B minus, you should be nicer to me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend you your highness?” Eddie swooned, hands on chest, as he leaned back in his chair. “How can I ever thank you for saving me?”

“By passing your last quiz of the year,” you said dryly, eyes lighting up, “and maybe picking Macbeth for your final essay.”

Eddie snorted. “Not likely.”

“And that’s how you treat your hero?” You asked him, batting your eyelashes.

Fuck, those should come with a goddamn warning.

“How about I make you a mixtape?” Eddie joked, chewing at the end of his pen and giving your outline another look.

Your face, however, completely lit up. “Deal!”

“What?” Eddie stammered, dropping the pen from his mouth.

“No take-backs Munson!” You laughed, shrinking when the librarian shot you a look. Eddie huffed a laugh at your contrite expression and watched you turn back to him. “You get a passing grade on these last two assignments and you make me a mixtape as a physical form of your eternal gratitude.”

“Shortcake, I don’t think we have the same music tastes,” he said, eyeing the Walkman you’d left at the corner of the table with your bag.

A haughty look cross your face and the stupid butterflies slammed into his small intestine painfully. “How would you know?” You asked. “You barely ask me anything outside of English.” The second part was quieter, almost involuntary and Eddie was suddenly struck by something.

Eddie had never pushed for anything more than you had freely given. He tried not to ask about what you were doing, what you liked, or what your weekend plans were. You’d smile to him in the hallways at school but you had completely different schedules so you rarely saw each other. Besides, Eddie had an ingrained self-preservation intuition and vehemently avoided any contact with the popular crowd.

While Eddie was not a betting man, he took calculated risks. You were – beyond the ability to analyze. But…the way your face had twisted, maybe he’d gotten his signals wrong? Had you wanted him to be your friend? He’d always assumed you were doing this to fulfill some extracurricular activity. Wouldn’t you be…embarrassed to be seen with him?

“Alright sweetheart,” Eddie said eventually, “educate me then.”

You stuck out your tongue, breaking the tension and tucked your Walkman into your bag. “Too late. You snooze you lose Munson,” you said, packing up your stuff. Eddie glanced at his watch and was once again astounded to realize two hours had flown by.

“I’ll see you next week at the same time?” You asked. “Drop your paper outline in my locker and I’ll take a look at it so we have something to cover.”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” Eddie saluted.

“Oh,” you said, hand elbow deep in your bag, “you see Mike tomorrow, right? At Hellfire?”’

Eddie frowned, unsure. “Yeah?”

“Can you give him these?” You asked, dropping a set of die in his hands. “He wanted to borrow my old set.”

Glancing at the well cared for set in his hand, Eddie gaped. “Are these holographic?”

You grinned and pulled your backpack onto your shoulders. “Yeah! Dustin got them for me for my birthday a while ago. They’re custom! He painted them for me.”

Eddie felt his throat dry up and was almost positive he’d floated up into the stratosphere. Seriously, a semitruck could’ve trampled him and he would’ve been less surprised.

“You coming?” You asked, totally unaware of how close Eddie was to offering you his heart on a platter.

Spurred into action, Eddie pocketed the set carefully and grabbed his bag. “Yeah, I- I’m coming.” He took in your carefully stacked bracelets and dainty necklace. Your pink sandals echoed in the hallway as you made your way to the familiar bike chained outside. How did someone like you play dnd?

“Dustin taught me,” you said as you walked the bike next to his van.

“What?”

You laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and squinting a little at the sun in your eyes. The air in his lungs caught at the sight of your skin in the light. Were you holographic? “Dustin and the other kids I babysat taught me how to play. I’m not very good,” you admitted sheepishly, “that’s why I never told you.”

“Oh,” he said, because his brain still wasn’t totally back from its trip into space.

“I’m an elf rogue,” you said, shrugging, “Will said it suits me since I used to practice archery.”

Eddie bit down on his cheek hard enough to almost draw blood. He fought every nerve in his body to not glare at the sky. Really universe? Really? Was his daily pining not enough?

“You’re a box of surprises, aren’t you, shortcake?” Eddie said, rocking on his heels.

You grinned. “I’m rusty at that too. My aunt lives in Indianapolis and she’s won a few competitions in archery. I’d stay with her over the summer breaks and she taught me. It was fun to run around thinking I was some kind of mini-Hawkeye or something.”

At that, he couldn’t hide his surprise. “Marvel?”

“I told you,” you said, looking incredibly flustered, as your eyes went down to your feet, “I babysat Dustin. For years. Some of it stuck.”

Say something, he urged, voice stuck in his throat.

“Uh, so I’m going to go,” you said, bright smile back on your face.

Eddie scratched the back of his neck. “Do you want a ride?” He asked, gesturing to his van. Great, that’s the best he could come up with?

You turned your smile in his direction and Eddie almost stumbled at the power of it. Jesus, he really needed to get a grip on himself. This couldn’t be healthy.

Nodding, you’d taken a step towards him when a loud honk popped the bubble you both were tucked into. Eddie glanced over your shoulder and felt reality sucker punch him in the throat.

“Hey baby!” Nick shouted, torso almost hanging out that stupid Camaro window. “I’ve been looking for you. Your sister said you’d be here.”

Aaaand that was the second reason he was a complete dumbass.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, looking embarrassed. “Thanks for the offer.”

“Mhmm, see ya,” Eddie said, darting towards his van and completely missing your look.

Eddie started his van and shot out of the parking lot. He risked a glance in his rearview mirror and immediately regretted it. You were tucked into the quarterback’s arms, his face ducking down to yours, and Eddie tightened his hold on the steering wheel.

You had a boyfriend – a jock no less – because of course you did, since when did life ever like to be fair to him? Why would it ever start now? Eddie scrambled for the cigarette carton in his passenger’s seat and lit one up. Nick Jackson had been the one who almost broke Gareth’s nose last year in gym class. Nick Jackson would absolutely kick his ass if he knew how gone he was on his girlfriend.

What type of asshole had two first names anyway? And how the hell had he managed to land someone like you?

He knew the answer, obviously, but he was still in shock despite the fact that Eddie had seen you two together for the past month.

Whatever. Fuck high school. The second he had that diploma in his hands he was driving out of here and not looking back.

Eddie was over school. He’d finally gotten the news that he’d been given the green light to graduate and the first person he wanted to tell was you.

So, to mediate that, he decided to skip his last two classes and gone out to the picnic table in the woods behind the school to smoke. Taking another drag, Eddie leaned back onto the rough wood table and snorted. Who would’ve thought? He’d known ’86 was going to be his year.

Although it was in no small part thanks to you. Eddie had seen you this morning – dressed in a blue ruffled skirt, with a cardigan and a shirt that hid absolutely none of your curves. He’d felt like someone had slammed a locker door in his face, blood rushing to the bottom half of his body.

The sound of a branch snapping had Eddie jumping up, instinctively flinging the joint off towards the trees. He turned towards the sound, excuse on the tip of his tongue, when his throat closed. You stood there, shy smile on your face, hands gripping your bags strap tightly.

“Hey Munson,” you said, motioning to the table. “Can I join you?”

“Uh, yeah shortcake, please,” he gestured grandly to the old, rusted table like it was worth a million bucks. “Welcome to my hide out. Uh, sorry for the smell and the smoke.”

You laughed, eyes wrinkling and mouth turning up like he was hilarious. “I actually wanted to ask if I could buy some off of you,” you scrunched your nose and Eddie felt his heart stop. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“What?” Eddie smacked his hand to his chest exaggeratedly. “Me? Make fun? Of you? I’m insulted.”

“Ah yes, because you’re so friendly,” you joked. “I’ve never smoked before so could you sell me something already rolled?”

Eddie grinned. “You’re in luck shortcake,” he said, patting his denim vest for the bag he knew was keeping for later, “I’ve got some for you right here.”

“How much?” You asked, searching for your wallet.

Waving off your offer, Eddie dropped it onto your bag. “Consider it a thank you for helping me get to graduation.”

You froze, eyes darting up to his and Eddie couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face. “Oh my God, Eddie, don’t joke with me about this.”

“I’m not!” He laughed, opening his arms and throwing his head back. “I’m finally fucking out of here!”

Without warning, you threw your arms around him. Eddie stumbled, more than a little surprised, and stilled for a second. His arms, however, were much smarter and quicker than the rest of him because they settled immediately on the curves of your hips. You squeezed him tightly, your fingers scratching almost subconsciously at his back in soothing circles. “I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it Eddie, I knew it.”

Eddie leaned back to see that you were beaming, eyes bright and smile so wide it looked like it could crack your face in two. The sun pierced through the shade of the trees, landing on you like a natural spotlight – because of course it did. “Well, it’s mostly thanks to you. I couldn’t have done it without you,” he said. Which, was a hundred percent true.

He watched your eyes drift down his face, and for a millisecond he could’ve sworn they landed on his lips, but before he could confirm – you’d darted away. Hands fluttering down your pink cardigan, you soothed out the non-existent wrinkles and frowned.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I didn’t mean – I know people hate when I – I’m sorry.”

“When you what?” Eddie furrowed his brows, confused. “Don’t be sorry.”

You wrung your hands together and Eddie hated how small you tried to become. “I – uh, Nick hated when I just hugged him out of nowhere,” you sighed, “I’m sorry.”

Reason number one that jock was a dumbass. If Eddie had the chance, he’d cling to you like a goddamn koala.

“Hey, what’d I say? We’re friends, right?” Eddie asked, ducking to try and catch your eyes.

“Are we?” You said, surprised.

Eddie clutched his heart, looking down at his hands as if there were blood, and blinked at you. “I didn’t know you came here to shoot me straight through the heart.”

A beat of silence echoed in the clearing before you laughed, delighted by his antics. Eddie smiled at your joy; you were one of the only people in his life that never complained about his general over the top flair. “I’m sorry,” you said, tone adorably earnest. “I didn’t mean it like that – I thought, well, I thought you didn’t want to be friends with me.”

He couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t but he let out an unattractive laugh and shot you a look. “Shortcake, if anyone was embarrassed to be seen with the other it’s definitely not me.”

An indignant sort of expression settled in your entire body. Eddie watched you, fascinated. He’d never seen you be anything but a human personification of a sunbeam.

“I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you,” you huffed, crossing your arms and Eddie’s eyes darted to the top of your head. Jesus Christ. He was not going to stare at your chest like a fucking pervert. He was not. Completely oblivious to his plight, you continued huffing. “I’ve tried to say hi to you like three times since I started tutoring you. You always looked like I was a lion who’d caught a mouse.”

“Because popular kids don’t talk to the outcasts, sweetheart. Don’t take it personally,” he sighed, “it’s a self-preservation tactic.”

You blinked at him. Eddie cringed internally – of course he fucked this up not even two minutes in. He scrambled to think of a way to rectify it when you sighed.

“Nick said he didn’t want me tutoring you anymore,” you said quietly.

Eddie didn’t know he could hear a heart shatter but he was positive that his just fell to the floor beneath him. That asshole. Didn’t he have enough? Thanks a lot universe.

“He said it wasn’t becoming of me to keep doing this so he wanted me to stop. I knew it was because he didn’t like you though,” you admitted.

Sighing, Eddie sat back down onto the table and pulled out another joint. Lighting it up he took a drag and blew the smoke towards his left. “So, I guess this is goodbye?”

A bird nearby sang, as if knowing he needed a soundtrack for this car crash waiting to happen. “No, you idiot,” you snapped, “I broke up with him.”

Everything tilted sideways and Eddie was sure someone had smacked him in the head with something. Maybe his hearing was off? “I’m sorry, I think I had a small seizure. Did you say you broke up with him?”

You nodded, coming over to sit across from him. “I never really liked him that much anyway. Chrissy thought we’d be cute together but I’m pretty sure I’m not his ideal type.”

“What, why is perfect too intimidating for him?” Eddie asked, the words out of his mouth before he could stop them. Jesus fucking – just take him out. Universe? You can take me out now! He screamed internally.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, ducking your head. Eddie saw the pleased smile on your face before you hid it away and it sent a stupidly happy pang through his body. “I meant, well – you know.”

“I really don’t.”

Sighing, you motioned to your body. “You know, someone skinny enough to be a flier on the cheerleading team.”

Eddie felt his spine solidify. “Did he…did he say that to you?” He asked, his vision darkening. “That absolute fucking shithead.” What an asshole. Not only did he have the hottest girl in the entire fucking town but he was taking jabs at you? Eddie wanted to punch something.

“Wait!” Your cool hand wrapped around his wrist and Eddie hadn’t even realized he’d stood and walked in the direction of the school. “Munson! It’s okay – he didn’t say it out loud! Holy shit you’re a lot stronger than you look.”

Eddie felt you wrap your torso around his arm in an attempt to stop him. Your chest pressed against his bicep and Eddie had to close his eyes and think of his great-aunt. A soft poke to his cheek had him looking down at you, amused. You looked like a squirrel clinging to a tree. With a slow nod, he let you walk him to the bench.

“Was that a dig at my body?” He asked. “Do I look weak?”

A mortified expression settled on your face and you immediately shook your head. “That’s not what I meant at all! I just – I meant, I’m – oh, you’re teasing me,” you said, exhaling a loud breath. “I hate you.”

Smiling, Eddie bumped your shoulder with his. “No, you don’t.”

“There’s no hurt feelings, I promise,” you told him, referring to Nick, “I wasn’t what he wanted and he wasn’t what I wanted.”

“Yeah?” Eddie took another drag of his discarded joint. “What’s your type? Swim team? Basketball team? Wait, soccer player.”

You rolled your eyes and bumped his shoulder again. “No,” you said, crossly. “I don’t know. For starters maybe someone who doesn’t think Metallica is just random noise.”

Eddie sighed. He looked up at the sky, a common occurrence at this point, and wondered if whoever was up there was having fun torturing him. You played dnd and you liked Metallica. Sure. Why not? He hoped Mother Nature or God, or whoever, was having a great laugh at his expense.

“I had you pinned for a Madonna girl,” he said eventually, reeling in the affection that seemed to be pouring off him in waves.

“I am, I like a ton of music,” you said, “I’m not condescending with my music tastes.”

Gaping, Eddie shot you a look and fought his smile at your mischievous look. You were going to be the death of him.

“Hi Wayne!” Your voice floated through the front door. Eddie straightened, eyes darting around the room to make sure anything embarrassing was hidden away.

“Hi honey. You know you don’t have to bring me something every time you come over,” he said, sounding pleased. Eddie rolled his eyes. In the past two months, you and Eddie had become fast friends. In fact, Eddie didn’t know how he’d gone almost the entire second half of the school year without bombarding you with questions.

He wanted to know everything about you – he’d take any crumble you’d give him. You’d shown up to Hellfire a few times, went to movies together, and religiously showed up to the Hideout to see him play. Eddie wasn’t sure he remembered his life before you. So, obviously, like nephew like uncle and Wayne had instantly loved you the way Eddie had.

“Munson, you better be decent,” you said, not waiting for an answer and kicking the door down.

“If you really want to see me in a state of undress so badly, all you have to do is ask shortcake,” he said, loving the flustered expression he could draw out of you so quickly.

“I hate you,” you said, daintily sitting on his bed and handing him a napkin full of cookies. You’d made it a habit of baking on the days you were coming over and while Eddie definitely appreciated it – he knew you were bringing them to Wayne. Who, like Eddie, completely fell for your sincerity.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself to get to sleep at night is fine with me,” Eddie said, eagerly throwing half the cookie into his mouth. “Denial isn’t healthy though.” He winked.

“Jesus, does this have an off button?” You grumbled, flopping down onto his bed.

Eddie gave himself five seconds to appreciate the way your skirt hitched up higher on your thighs as you laid down, the bright purple material easily the most colorful thing in his room. He felt his eyes glaze over a little, imagining his teeth sinking into the meaty part of your inner thigh, the noises you’d made. Suddenly, you shot up, and Eddie tried his best to look like he wasn’t just being a goddamn pervert.

“Oh, I love this song!” You said, eyes lighting up.

His heart tripped over itself at the sight but he tilted his head and realized he’d left his stereo on as he was stitching a new patch, one you’d gotten him last week onto his vest.

When you know that your time is close at hand

Maybe then you'll begin to understand

Life down here is just a strange illusion

“That’s Iron Maiden,” Eddie said, stupidly.

You rolled your eyes. “I know, shithead,” you joked and Eddie blinked – he didn’t know why the way you cursed like a sailor was still so strange to him. Someone who wore pastels, bright colors, was in track to be valedictorian, and had a smile that rivaled the sun wasn’t someone who he’d thought would be ready to swing at the first sight of conflict. “We’ve been over your music superiority complex already, remember? I’m a woman of many interests.”

Eddie grumbled. You were right – you’d been the one who had bought him Metallica’s new album at the record store downtown when it’d just released. He thought he’d have to fight his way into getting his hands on it but, like always, you were there.

“So, do you remember how much you love me?” You asked, teasing. Eddie’s pathetic heart thumped against his ribcage and he glanced up at you.

“Why does that sound like the prelude to something I’m going to hate?”

You smiled, batting your eyelashes, and pressing your folded hands under your chin. “I need someone to go to the mall with me on Saturday. Pretty, pretty, please? I’ll do anything you want!”

Eddie’s brain short circuited for brief moment, imagining the list of things he’d both dreamed and would trade his soul to be able to do to you before he realized you were waiting for an answer. “Shortcake, I treasure our friendship but there are some things my fading sanity can’t take.”

You quirked a brow and Eddie had to fight not to visible react to your pout. He often wondered how it’d feel if he bit down on it. “Eddie?”

“Sorry, what?” He shook his head, returning back to the present.

“I said, and the mall would zap the last bit of sanity you had?”

Eddie nodded emphatically. “I’m not that strong.”

“Well, despite your complete betrayal,” Eddie rolled his eyes, “Nancy said she’d go with me and helped me find a dress. I just wanted to see if you’d come with.”

“A dress?” Eddie asked. “You going somewhere fancy?”

Laughing, you shot him an incredulous look. “Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah, where are you going?”

“Prom, Eddie,” you said with a weird look on your face, “aren’t you going?”

At that, Eddie snorted. “Me? At prom?”

“I mean, I’ll be there – so will Robin and Nancy. Gareth and Jeff told me they’re going too,” you mumbled.

“I – do you want me to go?” Eddie asked, confused. “I can drop you off and pick you up if you want. My chariot is your chariot.”

Something flashed across your face but it was gone before Eddie could decipher it.

“Oh, no, thanks. I think Robin’s getting a ride from Harrington and they’ll give me a lift,” you said.

Eddie hated how well you and Steve got along. He shouldn’t have been surprised, considering he ran in the circle you did, but when he introduced you to his friends, he hadn’t expected how quickly you bonded. It’d taken him four and half months to hurl himself out of the acquaintance zone and Steve did it in five minutes.

“Sure,” Eddie said, going back to sewing a new patch onto his vest and trying not to stab himself.

“Would you go if I asked?” You said after a beat of silence.

He was almost sure he’d snapped something important in his neck with the speed in which he turned to you. At his expression, you straightened. “I mean, like would you go to prom and hang out with us? You don’t need to go with me.”

Deflating, Eddie tried not to let it show. Of course, you hadn’t asked him to go with you. You probably had a date or at the very least someone interested. Even then, he didn’t want to lie to you.

“Yeah, shortcake, I’d go if you asked me to.”

The smile on your face was small and grew gradually into something blinding. His heart flipped, the butterflies yawned awake, and Eddie sighed. He was pathetic.

Eddie knew his strengths and weaknesses. Thanks to Wayne, he was pretty decent at fixing cars. He knew more about music than most people he’d come across. And when it came to guitar? He wasn’t humble enough to deny how good he was. However, he was blatantly aware that math and science were subjects from the depth of hell. His driving had been criticized once or twice, and, he wasn’t that great at sounding particularly eloquent.

He'd never been more aware of that than in this exact moment. Eddie was leaning against Steve’s car. His red BMW was recently cleaned and Steve was hanging out the driver’s window, telling him about his most recent date. The tie around his neck felt like it was choking him but he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t due to the anticipation.

Wheeler and Byers stood by their car, fumbling with her corsage and his tie. Robin’s front door opened and she came bounding out, her suit a bright blue that fit her perfectly. Her hair had been curled and she only seemed to wobble once on her heels as she made her way to the car.

“Man, if I don’t break my ankle before the end of the night,” she muttered, leaning on Eddie for support. He helped her catch her balance and smiled when she flushed at the compliments from everyone.

“You look good Buckley,” he told her, nudging her with his elbow.

Robin beamed. “You clean up well too,” she said, pulling at the suit he’d borrowed from Wayne. It was a little too big but Nancy had assured him no one would be able to tell. “I see you couldn’t resist,” she said bumping his converse with her pointy heel. “Why do you get to wear comfy shoes? She wouldn’t let me go in mine!”

“Because it ruins the look, Rob!” Your voice said from the front steps. Eddie glanced up and immediately felt the world freeze. Your dress was…molded onto your body. It was a long, lavender, flowy thing. It dipped low in the back and Eddie sighed. If the neckline was enough to give him a stroke, the back was going to have him flatlining. Your heels clicked against the stone as you hugged Robin’s parents goodbye.

“For fuck’s sake,” Eddie said under his breath, “that’s just not fair.”

Robin and Harrington, clearly heard him, snorted. “Careful there Munson, you’ll drop too much of a hint of how deeply in love with her you are if you keep that up.”

Eddie’s jaw snapped and he turned to glare at Robin. “What?” She said after Harrington snorted. “It’s true. They’re idiots.”

“Let them figure it out themselves,” Steve said. “We promised.”

“It’s infuriating,” Robin said, narrowing her eyes. “You’re both infuriating.”

“Alright, I’m all set,” you said, leaning forward to squeeze Steve’s hand. “Thanks for the ride, Steve.”

“No problem, you wanna ride with me or Byers?” Steve asked, settling into the seat.

Turning to him, he saw the question in your eyes and he cleared his throat. “Uh, wherever you want to,” he croaked.

Robin snickered and headed towards the passenger seat. Eddie shot her a glare but was interrupted by your hand on his arm. “You look great,” you said quietly as you waved to Jonathan. They honked at you as they took off down the street. “Thank you for coming.”

“For you? Anything,” he said, his tone a little too sincere than what he meant it to be. The blinding smile on your face after though, made it worth it. “You look…incredible,” he finished lamely. He heard hushed laughter from the car and fought the urge to scratch the back of his neck.

“Thanks,” you said, picking up the bottom of your dress in one hand. “I was worried I’d look dumb but Nancy was adamant this was my dress.”

Eddie needed to get Wheeler a gift. “Remind me to thank her because, shortcake?” You glanced up at him. “That dress was made for you.”

With a shy and pleased smile, you slid into the backseat and settled close to Eddie. Holy shit, you smelled amazing. Eddie barely managed to keep from dropping his nose to the crook of your neck. He slowly dropped his arm over your shoulders and grinned when you leaned into him.

Grabbing a parking spot near the entrance, Steve pulled into the school. Hopping out, he offered his arm to Robin who took it gladly.

“Are you guys ready for the last night of your high school career?” Steve asked, eyes on the doors.

“Yeah,” Robin said, “fuck this place.”

Eddie bumped her fist and you grinned. “After party at your house, Harrington?” You asked.

He knew you had to have been invited to a few afterparties – Robin had promised to make an appearance at the house of some kid from band. He’d heard you tell Nancy that you’d be going with Robin. Steve had assured him that they’d tag along too.

“More like the after after party when you two are drunk off shitty vodka,” Steve said motioning to Robin, who rolled her eyes and made a silly face.

“It happens one time…”

Nancy waved a hand in the air before disappearing through the doors. “Come on!” She shouted over her shoulder. You huffed a laugh and linked your arm through his.

“Ready?”

“Not really, but I’ll follow you into hell apparently.”

“You say the sweetest things,” you told him, deadpan. He snorted, other hand coming to squeeze the one you were resting on his forearm.

Eddie immediately squinted in the cloak of darkness that was the gym – he had to give it to the committee, he hardly recognized the place. A ridiculous pop song came on just as you waved to a few of your friends. “Look, Nancy found a table. Want to drop off our stuff and dance?” You asked the group. Robin nodded, already making her way towards the table and Eddie had to admit he felt a little out of place.

The itch under his skin yelled at him to run but the happy smile on your face when you patted the empty seat next to you kept him tethered to you – because how could it not? Eddie was sure you could ask for the disco ball and he’d risk his diploma to get it for you. 

“Drinks?” Eddie asked, overwhelmed by the five nodding heads. Byers, with a small smile, got up and offered his help.

While Eddie had grown, no matter how reluctantly, close to Robin and her sidekick Harrington. Jonathan had only recently become a new addition. His family had just moved back and he seemed too quiet to really like the chaos that Eddie knew he tended to attract. His kid brother however, Will, was one of his favorites. Not that he’d ever tell Dustin that. The kid had a jealousy streak a mile long.

They had both just settled into their seats, everyone with a drink in hand, when another pop mess song came on. Robin and you straightened, eyes going to each other before you scrambled to your feet. “I’ll be right back,” you said, dropping a kiss to his cheek that had him stunned for a moment. Robin grabbed your hand and you both ran towards the dance floor.

“It’s their favorite song,” Steve explained, watching them wave over a reluctant Nancy. You both bounced around, heads shaking, and zero care that a few people were shooting you looks. “You gonna ask her to dance tonight?”

Eddie shot Steve a look and hated that Steve felt comfortable enough now to ignore him.

“Don’t give me that look man,” Steve laughed, “you came together! You can’t not ask her to dance.”

“We didn’t come together,” Eddie muttered, taking a sip of the disgustingly sweet punch, “she made that pretty clear.”

“Or you heard what you wanted to,” Nancy said, finally standing with Jonathan’s and in hers. “Because from what I know, she thinks you’re here together.”

“Wait, what?” Eddie shouted at Nancy’s retreating back. He turned to Steve, who looked like he was hiding a laugh, “What the hell does that mean?”

“That you both have your heads stuck in the grass,” Steve sighed. “I promised Dustin that I’d let you two figure this shit out on your own but I’m giving you a needed shove. Come on Munson, we’re going to dance.”

He opened his mouth to protest but Steve put a hand under his arm and all but shoved him in your direction. Robin cheered when she saw him, her head bobbling wildly. You beamed, hands coming up to his and twirling prettily around him. His eyes were drawn to you like magnets, he couldn’t help it. You danced with abandon, graceful but chaotically at the same time. Eddie shouldn’t have been surprised but, he really wasn’t sure how much more in love with you he could get.

“I’m thirsty!” Robin shouted, pointing back to the table. Steve let her take his hand and dragged him off towards the sides.

You turned to Eddie, smile wide, and he watched it falter when the faintly familiar pop song turned slow. His feet froze and he glanced towards Wheeler – finding her arms around Jonathan’s as they swayed slowly. She widened her eyes and looked pointedly towards you.

Alright, he could take a hint. He wasn’t that stupid.

With a flourish, he bowed deeply and outstretched his hand. “Can I have this dance milady?”

Your laugh was muffled by the music but the electricity across his skin crackled as you took his warm hand with your cool one. How were you always so cold? He pulled your hands between his and tried to let some of his heat sink in. You grinned up at him, eyes soft, and he placed his own at your waist. “Okay?” He asked.

“More than,” you said, leaning your head onto his chest. He was worried you’d hear how fast his heart was racing but by the small, happy, sigh you let out – he didn’t think you’d mind.

“If you would’ve told me last year that I’d end up graduating this year, with a grade higher than a C, and that I’d be at prom with you – I would’ve laughed,” Eddie said.

You wrinkled your nose at him. “Am I that bad of a date?”

Date? Holy shit, was Wheeler being honest?

“Shortcake, you’re the best date. I just didn’t think you’d want to hang out with the likes of me,” he clarified, “I’m either invisible or a cult leader. Take your pick.” He tried to play it off as a joke but he knew you’d hear it.

“I’ve always noticed you, Eddie. You’re not invisible to me,” you said quietly, your big eyes looking up at him beneath your lashes. Jesus Christ, how much more of this could he take? For once, you seemed to share his sentiment because you took a step back, out of his arms and excused yourself. He watched you dart across the gym, grab a bewildered Robin, and pulled her into a solitary corner.

Mystified, Eddie walked back to the table and Steve raised one of his brows. “What’s happening? We’ve only been here for like an hour.”

“I have no idea,” Eddie admitted. He started to worry when he saw your purple nails from the distance flailing left and right as Robin’s hands came down on your shoulders. She said something that clearly stunned you. After a beat both of you turned towards him and he darted his eyes away to act like he wasn’t being nosey.

“Uh, that doesn’t look good,” Steve muttered. Eddie glanced back up and watched as you made your way quickly over to him. A determined expression was etched onto your face and Robin followed at a slower pace, a smug look on hers.

Without a word, you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him into the hallway when a teacher had their back turned. “Uh, shortcake?”

“Shh!” You admonished, still leading him down the hall. You don’t stop until you find an empty classroom, the lights were on and door unlocked but it was clearly deserted.

He watched your chest rise and fall quickly, like you’d run a mile, and before Eddie could ask you what was wrong – you all but chucked an envelope at him. He’d almost ducked instinctively but he managed to catch it in his hands. Where the hell had that even come from?

“What’s happening right now?” He asked, holding the envelope in his right hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Open it,” you said, your fingers went up to tug at a lock of your hair – a telltale sign that you were nervous.

“Sweetheart-”

“Eddie, open the envelope,” you stressed.

With a wary glance towards you, Eddie flipped the hastily taped tab and slid out a pair of tickets.

IRON MAIDEN, JULY 1ST INDIANNAPOLIS, IN.

“Holy shit, are these floor tickets?” He squawked, hands shaking. You had Iron Maiden tickets! How the hell had you managed that? “Shortcake, where did you get these? I thought they were all sold out.”

“My dad knows someone,” you said waving a hand like it wasn’t important. Like you hadn’t just handed him a priceless gift. “I got VIP passes too.”

Eddie’s soul was gone. That’s it, it was back up on the moon, throwing a party.

“It’s not my birthday, you know,” he said, barely containing his excitement. He rocked back and forth on his heels. Holy shit, he was going to see Iron Maiden! With you!

“I know,” you said, biting your bottom lip. Eddie’s soul slammed back into his body and he realized you were wringing your hands again.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“These are for us,” you said, pointing at the tickets.

“I assumed so,” he joked.

You closed your eyes, shoulders tense. “No, like… a date.”

Eddie snorted and immediately regretted it when he saw your head duck down. Shit, you’d been serious? You couldn’t have been serious. He knew Steve and Robin gave you both shit for it these past few months but there was no way in hell that you’d ever want to go on a date with him. He would’ve noticed. He absolutely would’ve noticed the signs.

“Oh,” you said, you voice incredibly sad, and Eddie wanted to slap himself. Okay, maybe he wouldn’t have noticed.

Eddie scrambled forward; tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. “No, wait – I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quickly, words jumbling together. “I didn’t realize you were serious. I thought – I thought you were joking.”

You winced. “I get it. I’m not…your type, we’re friends, it’s fine. You can take both tickets and take one of the guys.” The expression on your face was enough to make him want to face plant. You turned on your heel and walked to the door.

Eddie’s heart dropped to his feet and he lurched forward, hands reaching for you. “Wait, wait, that’s not what – please. Shortcake, let me speak. I just need a moment to process.” You tried to wrestle your wrist out his grip but Eddie clung on for his life. You were not just going to turn and run after dropping a bomb like that on him.

“It’s fine, Eddie. I promise I’m not – I’ll get over it.”

“I didn’t even know you liked me!” You shot him a contemptuous look and he refused to cower back. You were scary when cornered but he knew you had a soft, gooey center. Whatever he said now was important. He had to get this right.

“Sweetheart. Look at me,” he said, pulling you away from the door. “I swear, I didn’t think you felt like that towards me.”

Your hardened look softened a little when he ducked down to catch your gaze. Blinking, you frowned a little and straightened. “You’re not joking?”

“I have never in my life been more serious,” he huffed, “and I really mean that.”

Exploding, you waved your animated hands in the air and Eddie jerked back to avoid being smacked by one. “How the hell did you not notice? Everyone noticed! Even the cheer squad knew. I asked you to go with me to prom!”

“What?” Eddie’s voice cracked. “You said not with you – to hang out or something!”

“Yeah, I only said that after you looked like I had smacked you over the head!”

Eddie groaned. “Because I didn’t think you’d ever want to go with me!”

You crossed your arms and rubbed one of your temples. “It’s against school policy to tutor a student for longer than a month or two. It’s not fair to the program so we swap consistently. It’s a way to make sure everyone gets the coverage they need from the different tutors. Didn’t you question why we went from meeting at the school to the public library?”

“Uh, no?”

“Well,” you huffed, looking a little embarrassed, “I liked you from like the first session. You, obviously, looked more interested in watching paint dry so I thought I could win you over. After the month I told Ms. O’Donnell that you just needed some guidance and I’d sign off on your paperwork. I told you that we needed to start meeting at the public library instead.”

“But, what about Nick?” Eddie was so confused. Had he entered an alternate dimension again? He glanced around for any sight of the dust. “You had a boyfriend up until like three months ago!”

“Because I thought it would make you jealous!” You huffed, exasperated.

What.

“Well, it did!” Eddie shouted back, the words falling before he could stop them. “I wanted to punch his goddamn face in.”

You blinked. “But…you didn’t seem all that eager to be my friend. You barely asked me about my weekend plans. I couldn’t have dropped more hints!”

“Shortcake, you’re not only out of my league – you’re in a different dimension. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable!”

“Well, you didn’t!”

“Great!”

“Perfect!”

“Amazing.”

“Stupendous.”

“Are you going to keep trying to have the last word?” Eddie snorted.

You rolled your eyes but he saw your hands reach up for your hair. “I know I don’t dress like those girls at the hideout and wear too much yellow and pink and you think I’m popular and that my taste in music is overrated – which really proves my point that you’re pretentious – but –”

Eddie barely heard a word you were saying, his eyes watched your hands dance in the air, and your eyes dimming the more you spoke. How the fuck could you have ever believed that he wouldn’t like you? You still believed that, his mind supplied helpfully, anxiety evident in the rigid set of your shoulders. He knew from experience that if he let you keep going, you’d go on for hours. So, he grabbed your arms and pulled you into his chest. Startled, you stumbled and glared up at him.

“Shortcake?”

“What?”

“Please stop talking,” he said and dropped his lips to yours. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms the best you could around his neck and pressed your body against his. Your cool fingers tangled themselves in his hair and he shuddered when your nails dragged along his scalp. Eddie, finally, bit down on your bottom lip and the low groan you let out shot straight to his dick.

Shit, even after imagining this moment for months – it really couldn’t compare. You tasted like punch, strawberries, and faintly of candy. He pulled back for air, your breath coming out in quick huffs. Eddie smiled, his heart racing at the sight of your dazed look. He did that. You liked him. He’d shared his life with you and you still liked him. Did shit like this really happen?

“So, you want to go to the concert with me?” You asked lightly, smile twisting your mouth.

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “I want to go everywhere with you, shortcake.”

“Everywhere is good, I like everywhere,” you babbled, “...well, Steve’s house has a lot of rooms. Maybe everywhere can include that at the end of the night?”

Shutting his eyes, he valiantly tried to exercise self-control and not imagine you naked on a bed squirming beneath him. Failing, just a little, he nodded enthusiastically. “Should we go right now? Because I’ll grab Steve if we need to.”

You laughed, the sound warming him even further. “We still need to go with Robin to that afterparty.”

Eddie let his head loll as he groaned. “Conformity is so much work.”

“I’m sure you’ll be okay,” you teased, kissing him again. “Come on, someone’s going to catch us if we stay away too long.” Honestly, Eddie was willing to risk it but he knew you didn’t want to miss this.  

As you both crept back towards the gym, your hand tucked in his, Eddie wondered if he was dreaming. He passed one of the wide windows in the hallway, the gym only a few yards away, and he pulled you to a stop.

“What?” You asked, peeking out through it.

Eddie ducked to look out the glass and caught sight of the dark sky and the full moon. He winked and pointed up at it. “You had me going there for a while, but this makes up for it. We’re even!”

“Who are you talking to?” You asked, glancing around.

“The moon. Or God. Maybe the universe?”

You nodded. “Okay,” you said, shrugging like it was completely normal.

Jesus Christ, he loved you.

The familiar chords of Kiss floated out of the open doors to the gym and Eddie perked up. “Is that…”

Tonight, I want to give it all to you

In the darkness, there's so much I want to do

“Kiss?” You asked, grinning. “Yeah, I promised the DJ half a gram from you if he’d play a few songs you like.”

Yeah, he was gone for you. Totally gone. If he had any dignity or pride left, he’d be a little embarrassed but he really couldn’t work up the energy.

“Come on!” You said, tugging him back into the gym and onto the dance floor. A few jocks looked disgruntled at the change of music but Robin and Nancy were out on the dance floor, so were a few others. You immediately jumped around, eyes bright, hips swaying, and Eddie’s heart felt like it’d jump out his chest at any moment.

“And I can't get enough of you, baby. Can you get enough of me?” You sang, turning to wink at him. Steve and Robin waggled their eyebrows, shooting him knowing looks and he shook his head. Nancy laughed, offering up her fist and Eddie couldn’t help but bump it.

Alright universe, he thought, you win, you totally win. I owe you for the rest of my life.

Eddie wrapped an arm around your waist and beamed when you leaned into his touch. Your lips came up to his jaw and he sighed. Maybe the shit show that was the entirety of high school was worth it if you were waiting for him at the end.

I was made for lovin' you, baby

You were made for lovin' me

omg why was this the funniest but saddest but best thing i’ve ever read 😭 between one of them only speaking french and then fucking steve AND HE CALLED HER A WHORE 😭😭 short hair eddie was cracking me up at first but now i’m just sad 🫤🫤 and the reverse college eddie 🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️ reader playing matchmaker is crazyyy

The Eddies

Summary: You don’t know how it happens, but when you come through the portal, there's not one Eddie in the living room of Wayne’s trailer, but four. 6007wds

Rating: Fluff

Pairing: Eddies Munson/Female Reader

Warnings: Suggestion of violence and off screen minor character death

You don’t know how it happens, but when you come back through the portal, there is not one Eddie in the living room of Wayne’s trailer, but four. You hear voices outside the open living room door: Dustin shouting and Eddie - another Eddie - shouting back. That brings the grand talley of Eddies currently in Hawkins to… five. 

The one that helps you up from the mattress looks exactly like your Eddie, if your Eddie had short hair, a five day beard, and muscles. Lots of muscles. He doesn’t smile as he helps you to your feet, but his eyes take a long slow sweep over your body in a way that doesn’t altogether feel like friendly concern for your wellbeing. 

Eddie elbows him out of the way and grabs your arm, pulling you away from all the other Eddies over to the safety of the kitchen, blissfully Eddie free until you both arrive. 

You stare at the Eddie that’s gently, yet firmly, holding your arm, reach up and touch his face, his hair and sag with relief. This is your Eddie. You don’t know how you know, since the others are practically photostat copies, but it is. 

“So, there’s been a development,” he hisses, eyes cutting to the short haired Eddie, who is now leaning against the far wall watching you and picking his teeth with what looks like - is that a - yes, it’s flick knife.

That's when you notice he’s wearing worn out blue denim jeans, instead of the black denim 501s your Eddie prefers, and his Hellfire Club shirt is black, rather than white. He seems relaxed, but his stare is hard, calculating even.

“No shit, baby,” you say, totally unnerved. “Where the hell did they come from?”

Eddie lets you go and throws up his hand up in the air.  

“I don’t know, I just - I came through the portal and..." He gestures wildly to what looks like dried snot all over his clothes and hair. “And they were all here.” 

You do not have any of the fine powdery substance all over you. But each of the Eddies seems to.

Your Eddie is breathing hard through his nose, his lips white with tension.

“They were all here? All of them? At the same time?”

He nods sharply and covers his face with his hands, scrubbing furiously, which is when the door of the trailer bursts open and yet another Eddie comes bounding through the door, this one with a wild mane of long fluffy hair billowing around him. He appears to be dressed like an English teacher. 

“It’s like the most fucked up ‘collect a set’ idea Mattell ever came up with,” says your Eddie, turning away to lean over the sink, and make retching noises.

“Hello there!” Fluffy haired Eddie bellows. He looks you up and down before letting out the loudest honk of a laugh you’ve ever heard in your life. “Incredible!” 

You can feel a faintly hysterical laugh bubbling up from your chest. You can't let it out, you don't know if you'll be able to stop once you start. 

Fluffy Eddie is followed into the trailer by Dustin - thank God - who has the biggest smile plastered across his face - oh no.

“It’s real,“ he says, dazedly. “The multiverse. It’s real.” 

“Yep, I can see that, Dustin,” you say, grabbing him by the shirt sleeve and dragging him into the kitchen with you and Eddie. “But. What. Does. It. Mean?” 

He just grins and gazes at the Eddies, who have retreated to their corners and are now sizing each other up. 

“Dustin! Focus! What does it mean?”

“I don’t know,” he says without taking his eyes off them. “But Edward here thinks it’s a side effect of the mucus. He’s fairly sure they'll all blip back home once the effects of the residue kind of dissipates.” 

Beside you, your Eddie starts frantically dusting himself down with one of Wayne’s old dish cloths.

"How long?" He bites out.

“It might take a couple of days,” says Dustin. “Maybe 24 hours? Maybe 48?

He points to the fluffy haired Eddie. “Edward’s been jumping from ‘verse to ‘verse for that last year. He’s pretty sure he knows how it works.” 

“How sure?” Eddies says, advancing on Dustin.

“Sure. He’s sure,” Dustin says, holding up his hands as if to ward him off.

"You, Dustin Henderson, are a butt head."  Eddie takes a deep breath, hands balled into fists on his hips. He lets the breath out slowly. 

You smooth your hand down his arm and thread your fingers into his. It’s a relief when he squeezes back. 

“It’s going to be OK, baby,” you say. “We’ve dealt with worse.” 

He turns to you, and you see him soften a little, the wild look in his eyes a little more controlled. 

He's still bleeding, by his eye where he got nicked by one of those damned bats, so you run a dish cloth under the faucet, and dab the wound gently. It's not too bad. In fact, none of you are too badly beaten up. It's a minor miracle.

“I just think we need to keep everyone here,” you say to Dustin and he readily agrees. 

"Eddie’s reputation around town is bad enough without one of these weirdos going out and saying something crazy about the multiverse."

It’ll be tight, but it’s for the best. Before you’d all decided to go back into the Upside Down, you’d hatched a plan to get Wayne somewhere safe. Eddie had sent him to a bowling tournament out of town, so he has the trailer to himself… himselves… all weekend.  

“Baby, it's gonna be OK,” you say, tugging Eddie's hand. "They're you."

“That’s what I’m worried about," he says, darkly.

Two of the Eddies look like twins in their matching 50s biker jackets, black jeans and Reeboks. The only difference is that one has a black and red plaid shirt on over his Hellfire Club shirt and the other doesn't.

It's when that one opens his mouth that things get really weird, because he doesn't speak English. He speaks French.

This really the final straw for your Eddie, who never met a language class he couldn’t flunk. He starts laughing almost giddily.

Between you, Robin and the sophomore Alliance Francaise elective you both took in 10th grade, you manage to figure out why he speaks French. In that Eddie’s universe, there is no United States.

There’s North Mexico, which extends all the way from Canada to San Diego; there his country, Louisiana, which takes up the middle of the country from the gulf of Mexico to the Great Lakes; and there is New Amsterdam, which spans the entire eastern seaboard.

Figuring this out isn’t easy and requires the use of Wayne's Reader's Digest Giant Atlas of the World, sign language and an etch-a-sketch.

"So, like... the Louisiana purchase never happened?" Your Eddie says, when you translate all this to him. Everyone in the room stops to stare at him.

"You know about the Louisiana purchase?" Dustin squeaks. Man that kid really is arrogant.

"I'm a slacker, Henderson, not an idiot," Eddie snaps back.

What's also weird is that as soon as he saw you, Frenchie had started rabbiting in patois, clearly expecting you to understand, but any relief he might have felt at recognizing you quickly turned to frustration when you could only reply with a shabby, “plus lentement s'il vous plaît, j'essaie de suivre”. 

Frustrated, he dismisses you with the wave of a hand and a half bitten, “Putain!”

“Hey!” Robin says, outraged, which brings your Eddie out from the kitchen area like a bullet.

“What did he say?" He says to Robin before getting up in Frenchie's face. "What did you say to her?”

After a second or two of posturing, Frenchie backs down. 

“Pardonnez-moi mademoiselle, j'ai juste peur,” he says to you.

You're Eddie may not speak French, but he knows what contrition looks like. As the tension goes out of the room, you're really proud of the way your Eddie steps back, clasps the guy on the shoulder and gives it a squeeze.

“Just, stay calm, OK?" Eddie says. "I know you’re frustrated… and you probably can’t understand a word I’m saying, but -”

He stands back and says to all the Eddies: “Dustin, here, has a brain the size of a planet, and apparently that guy does too, so we're gonna, you know, be OK probably. Jesus."

'That guy', is Edward, who comes right up to your Eddie while he's talking and peers at him less like one human being looking at another human being, than like geologist peering at rocks, before furiously writing notes in a battered looking note book he'd had in his back pocket. 

“Fascinating,” he says.

Your Eddie pats Frenchie awkwardly on the shoulder, before scurrying back to the kitchen, which seems to have become his de facto safe space. 

It’s a little unnerving to figure out who the Eddies know in their worlds - and who they’ve never so much as seen before. 

Frenchie's universe is so different, he's never seen any of the kids, or Steve, or Robin in his life before.

The one with the shirt knows Dustin and Mike, but not Robin and Steve. He knows "of you", but you're not an item, you're not even really friends. For some, that seems sadder than if he hadn't known you at all.

Turns out he lives two towns over, in Clerville - that's where you were born in this universe - or he used to. Now, he’s at college in Indianapolis, and he'd been packing to come home for spring break when he blipped here.

"That's what we're calling it? The blip?" Steve asks your Eddie. "'Blip'? Is it blip as in the sound, blip, or 'blip' like the word - Blip? Do we - are we capitalising it?"

"Its blip, I guess? You think it should be 'the blip'?" Eddie says. "Wait, what the fuck are we doing? "

He turns to you a helpless look on his face.

"I just want to know if I'm dealing with a verb or what," Steve pleads.

You roll you eyes at both of them and focus on Dustin who is trying to talk to the short haired Eddie, the one who helped you off the mattress.

He's is pretty non-committal about who he does and doesn’t know. You have to kind of guess, based on the way he looks at people - he's happy to see Robin, a lot less happy to see Steve and completely indifferent to the kids. Other than that his demeanor is, frankly, terrifying. 

At first, the way he was dressed is so much like your Eddie, you thought, hair aside, maybe they would be the most similar. 

The devil really is in the detail, however, because instead of the Dio patch you sewed on Eddie’s denim when the original tee shirt all but fell to pieces, there’s an embroidered Tomahawks gang patch on the back of his denim. He seems older than the others too, harder, less inclined to talk. His nails are black with grease, and he has a thin, white scar on his jawline, stretching from under his chin all the way up his cheek, so big even his patchy beard can’t hide it. 

There's also the switchblade, which you notice is now in the back pocket of his dirty blue jeans - not that you’re looking at his ass at all. Its just had to miss. The knife, not the ass. God, stop staring at his ass.

When he takes his jacket off, his arms are covered in tattoos - writhing snakes, half naked women, daggers dripping with blood. On his forearm, the word Tomahawk is etched in thick black Germanic script. He catches you staring at it and flexes his arm. The way he looks at you makes something dark and uncomfortable curl in your stomach. 

The only Eddie in the room that doesn’t look at you in a somewhat possessive way is Frenchie. 

When Steve first arrives at the trailer, however - nonchalantly taking in the scene before asking the one question no one seems to have thought to ask: “Why Eddie? Why not five Dustins? Or five mes, for that matter. We could do with a couple more grown ups round here.” - Frenchie sits up and takes notice. In fact, he hasn’t take his eyes off Steve since. Which is a fun fact you file away to tease your Eddie with later.

Even Edward, who you discover is the least like your Eddie out of all of them, has a twinkle in his eye when he looks at you, even if it makes you feel less like you’re being skeeved on than sized up for a petri dish.  

“You continue to be a great source of mystery,” he explains when you catch him staring again and give him a very pointed look.

“Every time I blip, you are there. No matter how many times I’ve passed through the portal, you are always the only one we all know.”

He gestures to the Eddies and they all turn their eyes on you. 

“It seems you are the one constant in all universes. A fixed point. For example, in my universe, you’re my lab tech… And you have a crush on me.”

In unison, all four of the other Eddies snort, which is faintly gratifying.  

“Sure she does, dick weed,” the short haired Eddie says under his breath. 

He's not wrong, from what little you’ve seen of him, Edward really is a bit of a dick weed. 

Your Eddie has his nerdy moments, he loves Tolkien and is weirdly passionate about dragons and his guitar, and spends way too long writing his D&D campaigns to pretend it’s just a casual hobby. He also reads a lot of weird books about the occult, which he says is so he can, “worship the dark lords of the abyss better”, but you know it is all about adding more flavor and texture to his DM campaigns. 

But your Eddie is also just a cool guy. Despite the way he’s treated by the town, he’s good with people, kind and compassionate. He listens and notices how others are feeling. And he really wooed you, like no other boy in that stupid school ever bothered to. Under that brash facade, he is a deep well of emotional intelligence and that’s why you love him. 

Edward, on the other hand, has none of that. He is just a massive, massive geek whose one true love appears to be collecting data. 

Of all the Eddies in the trailer he is the only one who seems to be enjoying the situation. Given how stressed and unhappy it’s making your Eddie, you start to kind of hate him for that a little bit. 

When it’s clear no one is going anywhere, and it’s starting to get late, Steve orders pizzas and goes outside to wait for them.  He doesn’t seem to notice Frenchie following him around like a lost puppy. 

College Eddie, asks if he can talk to you and you offer him a spot on the sofa next to you.

"I wanted to ask you about the band," College says.

"The band? Oh, you mean Robin? She's in band. I work on the school paper with Nancy Wheeler."

He looks confused.

"No Corroded Coffin," he says. "Your band? You play every Tuesday at the..."

"At the Hideout," you say in unison.

"Yeah!" He says, delighted.

At some point your Eddie, Robin and Steve drift over, and listen while he explains that in his Universe, he knows you because of Corroded Coffin, and that he often comes to see you play at the Hideout in Hawkins when he’s home from school. 

For the first time since this all started, your Eddie is delighted by something that’s come of this cracked situation. 

“See babe,” he says, pulling you into his lap. “I told you you should learn how to play.”

"Hmmm. You said live with your folks? Where do I live?" You ask College.

"Oh I don't - I mean I heard that you live here. With your aunt Wendy. You're kind of Hawkins famous."

You look at the Hellfire Club shirt he's wearing, and something twigs in your head.

"So you don't DM Dungeons's and Dragons?"

He looks down at his shirt. "What this? No, no you sold this to me at one of your shows. It's a joke, right? Because they call you The Witch, and you're into all that spooky weird stuff and holding seances and shit?"

"And we're not - we're not dating?" You ask. It's strangely charming when his cheeks go pink.

"Nooo, um, God. No."

"For someone that 'only kind of knows of her', you have a pretty thorough knowledge of her life, buddy," your Eddie says. You elbow him gently in the side, even though that's exactly what you'd just been thinking.   

Your Eddie wraps his hand around the meaty part of your bare thigh where it rests across his leg, and squeezes. College’s eyes dart away, his cheeks go even pinker.  

When the pizza comes, he he can't get off the sofa fast enough to go help.

"That was mean," you say, elbowing your Eddie again.

"Ow! How was it mean? The poor guy is clearly repressed! I'm helping him. I can't have a universe where I'm repressed, baby. It's not right."

"I wish you were a little more repressed in this universe. You're a sex pest."

He bucks his hips lewdly. "I'm your sex pest, you little minx."

That makes you giggle.

"In his world I'm basically you, and you're me. That's - isn't that weird? You don't think that's - What are the chances of that?"

Eddie runs his hand up your thigh again, tot the edge of your cut offs and back down to your knee.

"What are the chances of any of this, of Vecna, of - of that guy, " he says, pointing to Edward who's poking at a slice of pizza like it's going to bite him before he can bite it.

“You should talk to College,” you say, watching where he's trying to help Robin dish out slices.

“Why?"

You roll your eyes and elbow him again. “Because he’s very sweet and innocent and nothing like you, you brute.”

“Ow, are you trying to finish what the bats started?” He laughs. “Jeez. Yeah, he really is kind of sweet. What should I say to him?” 

“Just tell him that he’ll get on better with the ‘me’ in his universe than he thinks.” 

"Naw... are you match making across the multiverse?"

"You bet your sweet ass, I am," you say, looking down at Your Eddie's upturned face.

He has a dopey, indulgent smile on his face, and you think, maybe College isn’t the only sweet Eddie in the room.

“We do get on pretty well, don't we?” 

“We do OK,” you say, kissing the end of his nose, and tucking your face into the warm space under his chin, where he smells a little of pot, and that sharp, spicy cologne he likes (you don’t mind it too much either).   

Dinner is a quiet affair, just the sound of 8 mouths making short work of five giant pies. 

The only one not tucking in is Short Hair. You're about two slices in when he announces he has never heard of pizza before.

This is more shocking than discovering the multiverse is a thing.

Turns out his universe doesn't have the Beatles, George Carlin or pop tarts, either, which just confirms to you that his is a universe where something has gone horribly, horribly wrong.

"What is it? Is it foreign food? I only ever American food before," he says, holding up a sagging slice of cheese. "Is it good?"

"Excuse you, " says Robin, mouth half full. "Nothing is more American than pizza, I mean it's Italian, but it's also American. Maybe hamburgers are more American - no wait, they're from Germany. Hot dogs! Hot dogs are our right?"

After some encouragement, Short Hair takes a mouthful and his entire face goes slack. He ends up eating about five slices. No one minds. You make a mental note to give the guy the recipe for pizza dough before he disappears. He scares the shit out of you, but he’s still an Eddie, and besides, his universe could probably do with a break. 

Somehow you discover that Star Wars doesn’t exist in any of their universes except yours, which is… well, it’s kind of a shock to discover you live in the best of all possible worlds. 

Eddie and Wayne have a VHS player and a decent TV, and Robin still has the keys to the video store so she hares off on Dustin’s bike to get a couple of “educational” movies for you all to watch.  

Dustin decides to take Edward back to his place, where he has a reel to reel recorder, so he can record as much information about Edward’s experiences in quantum what-the-hell-ever as he can. You are quietly relieved - he may be an Eddie, too, but he’s also just fucking weird. Dustin has no such scruples and the two of them have become practically fused at the hip.

“I cannot wait for that guy to…” Steve says, making a pop gesture. Behind him, Frenchie says, "Va te faire foutre. Le Bleep".

“Exactly,” Steve replies, without turning to look at him. 

Steve does not speak a word of French, for the record. 

One thing all the Eddies seem to have in common is their manic energy - although with Short Hair that energy feels more like violence - being in one small trailer with all of them at the same time is, it’s a lot. So when Dustin and Edward leave, the atmosphere is slightly more relaxed. 

Despite Short Hair initially sneering at the idea of watching “a fuckin’ science film”, he’d been the one leaping out of his seat and punching the air when the Millennium Falcon drops in on Luke’s Death Star run. The seconds the credit rolle, he’d yanked the tape out of the player and slammed The Empire Strikes Back in. He’d also been bummed when your Eddie explained there was no episode I - III, and that he had no idea why the films started at episode IV.

You start to feel antsy, so as the blast doors slam shut on the rebel’s icy hideaway, you start stacking up the pizza boxes and coke cans, and taking them into the kitchen. You fill the sink to washing the few glasses that have been used, and when you look up to see if there are any plates or cups to add to the washing, Short Hair is staring at you.

His eyes, glittering in the cathode ray light, are like lasers - you feel the weight of his stare on you like a touch. The way he’s sitting, legs spread, taking up as much room as he can, the machismo rolling off him in waves, his hand is resting on his thigh, it's unnerving.

As you watch, he slides his hand up his leg till he’s practically cupping his denim covered cock, like he doesn't even know he's doing it, like he can't help it. And you cannot fucking help it, but your entire body shivers.  

Short Hair may have the air of someone who once beat a guy to death with a tire iron, but apparently that's your thing now.

Something explodes on screen - the Wampa’s arm maybe? - and Short Hair’s eyes snap away from you back to the screen. All the air leaves your body in a whoosh, which is when you realize that your Eddie has slunk into the kitchen after you, and is leaning against the sink watching you. 

“Well, well, well, little Miss Magellan, that was quite a voyage of self discovery you just went on, wasn’t it?” Eddie says quietly.

“Did my little Columbus just discover something interesting?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply, briskly, turning your back to him so he hopefully won’t notice how warm your face has gotten.  

You start furiously packing slices of leftover pizza into Wayne’s tupperware and stacking it in the fridge, pointedly not meeting his smirk. 

“Oh I think you do,” he says, in a sing-song voice. 

“Don’t,” you say, cutting your eyes to where Short Hair is just staring at you again.  

Eddie glances over his shoulder, too. “Jesus,” he says.  

“He’s not - it's just that he's you,” you say, trying to draw a line under the topic. “A terrifying, dangerous version of you, but you, nonetheless.”

“I love that you care about my ego, baby,” Eddie says, smoothing his hand over your ass, when you bend down to put more pizza in the fridge. “But unless that’s a pair of tube socks stuffed down his jeans, he is not me.” 

“I know exactly what’s in your jeans, Eddie Munson,” you say, slightly louder than you intended - loud enough to make Steve look up from the movie, a frown on his face - “And I don’t need or want anything else,” you finish in a hushed tone. 

Eddie, however, is like a dog with a bone, a very meaty, annoying bone. 

“So if it’s not the,” he glances over at Short Hair again, “the fucking anaconda in his pants. Is it the hair? Should I cut the locks, babe?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you say, turning on him sharply. He fluffs his shaggy curls, preening.

“Women would kill for this hair, Munson. Your hair is beautiful.”

You lean forward, pressing yourself along his front, the hard planes of his chest against your squishy breasts. 

“You are beautiful,” you say. Eddie smiles, and leans down to capture your mouth in a kiss. 

But just as you’re really starting to get into it, Eddie tears his lips away, and says, “so if it’s not the *shlong* and it’s not the hair…” 

“Gah!”  You push away from him and stomp out of the kitchen to the bathroom, the sound of Eddie's laughter in your wake. You take great delight in shutting the concertina door in this face. 

You don’t really need that bathroom, you just need a bit of space to process. This morning there was only one Universe, granted it was a terrifying nightmare universe that was trying to kill you all, but it was small, contained. Now, it's absolute chaos. 

Staring at yourself in the mirror the weirdness of the situation hits you like a photon torpedo. You’d just been in another dimension, where you defeated an ancient terror (OK, he was from the 40s, but Dustin keep calling Vecna and ancient terror and so it’s kind of stuck in your head), and now there are multiple versions of your boyfriend milling around the living room, making lewd gestures at you. 

You’re just about to really descend into your quiet freak out, when someone tries the door. 

“Just a minute,“ you say, mentally cursing Eddie for being a needy asshole. 

The door rattles again. 

“Can’t you give me five fucking…” You yank open the door, but it’s not your Eddie standing there, it’s Short Hair. It's Short Hair who grabs you, a hand over your mouth, pushing you back into the little bathroom and dragging the door shut behind him. 

“Shhhh," he says. “Shhhh, I don’t want to hurt you.” 

For a second he is pressed hard and hot all up along your body, his face, so close to yours you can count his eye lashes, his breath coming in fast pants, gust over your neck.

You should be screaming, you should be lashing out, the walls are so thin, there’s no way they won’t hear you, but you are completely frozen. You try to speak, but he squeezes you, and gives you a shake. 

“Don’t,” he says. 

You shake your head. He slowly lets go of your mouth, and your brain says scream, scream for your life, but you still can’t move. 

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says. “I’m sorry, I just - I didn’t know how -” He stops and takes a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you. Alone.” 

“OK?” You whisper, still frozen in place. 

You could still scream, you think, but it’d take a second before anyone could get to you, and a guy like him could do a lot of damage to someone like you in a couple of seconds.

“I don’t know how they do that in your universe, Eddie, but here they say, ‘hi, I’d like a word,” you say, fighting to keep calm. “They don’t fucking kidnap people.” 

Short Hair laughs, humourlessly, his dark eyes search your face.

“Where I come from it’s best not to let anyone know what you want. It gets people killed.” 

“Oh.” Oh, no. 

He starts to reach into his back pocket and you suck in a lungful of screaming air.

"Wait," he says. “I don’t want… I just wanted to show you something.”

You hold up your hands. “Please, don’t,” you say, and you've never heard yourself sound so small.  

“I just want you to see,” he says, pulling out the flick knife and handing it to you. 

It's lighter than it looks. You turn it over in your hands. It’s a pretty thing, hand made, with flowers and vines carved all over the handle. In the midst of the wild tangle someone's carved the letters S-O-S. 

“You made me that,” he says, his voice rough, low.   

You look up from the knife to his haggard face, into eyes that are so much like your Eddie’s, but so alien at the same time.  

“You said it’d keep me safe. I just wanted you to know it has.” 

He holds out his hand for the knife, you give it to him and he slips it back into his pocket. 

“I didn’t - I’m not her,” you say, helpless. 

“I know, but I can’t tell her, not anymore,” his jaw clenches and unclenches and clenches again. “But I wanted to. I - I wanted.”

“Oh.”

You don't know what to say, because God, you do not want to know what happened to you in a world that could turn your Eddie into the steel ball of rage and sadness in front of you. So you don't ask, you reach out, slowly, so slowly, and cup his face in your hands. His eyes slip close and he turns his face into your touch. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says, his voice so quiet. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, Eddie,” you say, gathering him into your arms, his head against your chest. “She knows.” 

You stroke your hand through his hair and coo for him a little. He isn’t crying exactly, but you can feel a dampness at your neck and you figure it’s OK to give him this. You feel a little ashamed for misinterpreting the way he’d been looking at you as something heated, when it was really just yearning for what he’d lost; besides if it was your Eddie with some other you, you’d want him to have this. 

This time when the door open, it’s Steve and Frenchie. Steve and Frenchie unaware that there is anyone even in that bathroom. Steve and Frenchie fastened to each other’s faces, mid French, if you will. Well, how ’bout that? 

Short Hair pulls away from you sharply. Behind him Steve has just realised what's going on, and is staring at you with wide, concerned eyes. You shake your head at him and hope he’ll take the hint. 

Steve does and closes the door again.

“Does he take care of you?” Short Hair asks, still not looking at you.

“Like a goddamn princess,” you say, firmly. 

“Good, that’s… that’s good.”  He turns, opens the door and walks out of the room.

"What the hell was that?" Steve asks. "Are you OK?"

You nod. "I'll tell you everything later... And you can tell me everything later, can't you?" You say, staring pointedly at Frenchie.

Steve shrugs. "Eh, when in Rome."

You make your way back into the lounge, where Princess Leia is saying, “I love you,” and Han Solo is saying, “I know”.

Your Eddie is on the couch, somehow blissfully oblivious to what just went down. Short hair is next to him, and he moves so you can sit bewteen them.

"Feeling better?" Your Eddie asks.

"I'm OK, " you say. "Just needs a bit of space.

"I figured," he says, slipping his arm round your shoulders and giving you a squeeze.

As Han Solo gets encased in carbonite, you grab a piece of paper off the coffee table and write the recipe for pizza dough and a few toppings on it. You fold it up and hand it to Short Hair

“For when you get home,” you say. “A new start.”

Imagine being the guy who “invents” pizza, you think. Imagine that. 

He smiles then, the smallest hint of a smile, that just about breaks you in two and tucks your note into his back pocket without reading it.

You try to stay awake as long as you can. But you’ve been through so much already, even without the Eddies of the Multiverse converging on you, you'd be zonked. The last thing you remember is Short Hair saying, “wait, he’s whose fucking father?” and then it's lights out. 

It’s well after dawn when you wake, the sun is streaming in the window and your arms are full of Eddie - your Eddie, you are delighted to discover. 

There's no one else in the room.

You’re just about to panic that all the Eddies have broken out and are currently wreaking havoc on Hakwins, when Dustin bursts through the door. Eddie jerks awake and leaps off the sofa into a pretty comical karate stance, even though he only has one sleep-crusted eye open, and a bandana half hanging off his head. 

"The fuck!"

“They’re gone! Did you see that?” Dustin shouts, ignoring Eddie's Grasshopper impersonation. “They just sort of… blipped!”

Steve comes staggering down the hall from the direction of Eddie’s bedroom wearing nothing but boxers and a disgruntled look. 

“Yeah. I could have had a little more warning about that, to be honest,” he says, scratching at what looks suspiciously like stubble rash over his left pec. 

Eddie collapses back on the sofa, drags the bandana off his head and throws it at Dustin. “Did they really? Are they gone for Good?"

“I think so,” says Dustin, but he doesn't sound at all sure. 

“There’s cold pizza in the fridge,” you say, and both Dustin and Steve immediately turn and march into the kitchen.

Eddie scrubs his face and looks from Harrington to his bedroom and back at Harrington again, before collapsing back onto the sofa.

"Harrington, did you - did you do French me in my bedroom? In my Goddamned bed? No, you know what, I don't want to know. The fuck am I sitting on,” Eddie says, bouncing up from his seat. 

He picks something up from between the cushions. It's a little bone handled flick knife, covered in curving vines and flowers. On one side there are three little letters peeking out from the flowers, a message of love that spans not one, not two, but five universes. 

Eddie sits back down, the knife cradled in his hand, his brow furrowed. 

“Babe, was this… this is his knife.” 

“Yeah,” you say, the word catching in your throat. You take the knife out of his hand, flick it open and test the blade on your thumb. It’s sharp, but it doesn’t hurt you. You flick it closed again and press it back into Eddie’s hands. “I think he wanted you to have it.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah. I don’t think he needs it anymore.” 

Eddie flicks it open himself and brandishes it a bit like a tiny sword. “Bitchin’,” he says.  

Then Eddie, your Eddie, your perfect, perfect Eddie, flicks his new toy closed and slides it into his back pocket. He cups your face in his hands and captures your mouth in a unique, one-of-a-kind, never-to-be-repeated - in any universe - kiss. 

we’re going to summer camp bitches !

convincing the parents -

chapter 2 of we’re going to summer camp bitches!

pt. 1

eddie x fem!reader (reader is canonically hot and everyone loves her, i don’t make the rules 🙇🏾‍♀️)

except yes i do. 😽

future warnings : suggestive language , cursing , blood and gore , heavy flirting , eddie being down bad 🫤, reader being hot , steve being hot , robin being hot , eddie being hot, nancy being hot , look everyone’s just hot okay? and i can’t think of anymore rn 🤨

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hawkins, indiana | monday , june 23, 1986 | 3:56 p.m.

- the henderson house -

“y/n, you have no idea how nice it is to just sit down and hang out with you! i feel like we haven’t really done this since you were at least, 11, when you first started babysitting dusty and the boys!” dustin’s mother beamed at you.

“claudia, you are honestly so right! i’ve just been so busy all the time, you know when i’m not with the kids and stuff.” you said sweetly, finishing the glass of lemonade she handed you.

“oh! sweetheart let me take that for you.” claudia said, about to get up.

“no, no, i’ve got it! you just relax, it seems like you’re always doing everything! i mean when’s the last time you had like, i don’t know, a vacation of sorts!” you inquired, taking her empty glass to the sink as well.

“you’re so sweet dear, really!” she sighed.

to give context, you had been sat at the henderson house for about an hour now, in all honesty you could’ve just asked her when you first got there, or even over the phone! it’s just that you thought it’d be good to check up on her, anyways, so you figured why not kill two birds with one stone.

“actually! speaking of a vacation,” you turned to face her, leaning against the sink. “did dustin tell you that i’m going away at the end of this week?” you asked her.

“oh! no, why? is it something for college?” she inquired.

“no, i’m actually going to be a summer camp counselor this year! i’m shocked he didn’t tell you! being that he wanted to go and all.” you snuck in at the end.

“really? he didn’t say anything about it..” claudia trailed off.

“probably just too nervous to ask you! what with everything that was going on a few months ago…well here’s the flyer! steve and nancy are actually coming too! and two of our other friends.” you said handing it to her.

“the wheeler’s are going? well, i’ll talk to dusty about it when he gets home. tell him that he can start packing and things like that! i’m sure he’ll be real excited.” she beamed.

“so you’ll let him come? oh that’s great! now, i don’t know how the cabin and counselor system will work, but just you know that i’ll keep an eye on him.” you beamed back at her, making her nod.

“oh! it’s already 4?! time just flys by talking to you, huh?” she said getting up, mumbling about preparing for her bridge club meeting, being soon.

“well i’ll get out of your hair then! and could you tell dustin to call me when he gets a chance?” you asked sweetly.

“sure, dear. have a good day!” claudia called out.

“you too!“ you called back, as you walked out of the henderson house, and getting in your car.

~ easiest - hardest to convince list ❥~

1. claudia henderson (dustin’s mom)

2. karen wheeler (mike’s mom)

3. sue & charles sinclair (lucas and erica’s parents)

4. ms. mayfield (max’s mom) you ran into her at the supermarket, earlier that day and were quickly able to convince her, so +1 you !

5. joyce byers (will’s mom)

6. hopper (el’s dad)

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hawkins , indiana | monday , june 23, 1986 | 4:27 p.m.

- the wheeler house -

convicing karen wheeler wasn’t too difficult, being that not only you were going, but nancy and steve as well? great!

now the only real issue was mike. when you originally spoke to the kids about it, not only did mike think you wouldn’t be able to make his mother relent, but he also was pretty adamant on not going, anyways. hence why right now, you were standing in the wheeler’s basement going back and forth with him.

“y/n, i’m not going to your stupid summer camp!” mike groaned as he plopped down on the couch.

“but- you said that if i could convince your mother you’d go!” you complained.

“well, i guess i lied then! besides i need to stay here with el!” he replied, getting off the couch just as quickly as he sat, and started pacing around, just wanting this conversation to be over.

“oh my actual gosh! mike you’re the worst sometimes , you know that?!” you groaned out in frustration, before realizing what he said. “besides, el’s going too!” you slyly added.

“please, you’re trying to tell me that you got hopper to let her go?” he scoffed, crossing his arms, and standing in front of you.

“not yet, but you know i’ll be able to.” you scoffed back, crossing your arms and standing up too.

“it’s too dangerous! why would you want to do that! you want her to get hurt or something?!” he started to yell and- hell no you’re not about to take it.

“okay you know what michael, sit down!” you exclaimed using your “babysitter voice™”

“oh please, i’m not 9 anymore, that’s not gonna work on m-“

“sit!” you yelled.

he dropped himself back on the couch, pouting like a child. well at least he sat 🧍🏾‍♀️

“mike,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “you know me, and you damn well how i am, right?”

he nodded slowly, looking at his lap.

“mike, look at me, i have, and i always will, protect and defend you kids with my life, and you know that.”

he tried to hide his smirk, as he remembered the time that you made one of his bullies in elementary school, piss his pants, after the kid threw his entire lunch tray on him, hurting him in the process. the kid got away with it by the school, because he pleaded and pleaded that “it was an accident!”, and “apologized”.

but when 14 year old you, walked to pick the boys up from school that day, you knew it was no accident. so you made mike, point out the kid who did it, leaving the boys to watch on the sidewalk, as you marched up to him, got in his face calmly whispering something, as the kid looked more and more terrified the more you spoke, before he burst into tears, running up to mike, apologizing profusely, then running away to god knows where. mike always wondered what you said to that kid, but you never told him..

“ha! see, you’re smiling which means, yes! you know that i wouldn’t let anything happen to you guys and i certainly won’t let anything happen to el!” you calmly said sitting in front of him, on the floor.

“fine. if you can convince hopper to let el go, then i’ll go too.” he relented.

“ahh i knew you wanted to go mikeyy.” you teased, getting up. “now give me a hug, now that we’re friends again!” you joked, being that you used to make the boys do that when they were younger and would argue with each other.

“ew, no way! i’m too old for that crap!” he tried getting off the couch, and walking past you, until you pulled him into a hug anyways. he didn’t want you to know that he was actually kinda comforted by being hugged in a non-life-threatening situation for once.

“alright, i won’t torture you anymore. don’t start packing last minute, kid.” you said, letting him go and walking towards the basement stairs.

“you didn’t even convince him yet!” mike yelled out to you, referring to hopper.

“you know i will though!” you called back, saying bye to nancy, who was packing in her room, and mrs. wheeler, mr. wheeler and holly, as you passed them making your way out of the house.

as you settled into your car, and began driving to the sinclair house, your walkie crackled to life, dustin’s voice came through it repeating your name frantically, asking if you were there.

“hey dustin, i copy, what’s up.” you asked, hoping nothing was wrong.

“are you a witch? or an enchantress or something?” he asked incredulously, as he was currently in his room, looking for what he should pack for camp.

“only in dnd.” you joked. “i’m assuming you’ve spoken to your mother then, i told you i could do it.” you chuckled, turning onto the sinclair’s street, and parking in front of their house.

“i just don’t understand how.” he replied.

“yeah, me either.” max said, tuning in as well. “my mom came home from the grocery store, and just told me not to start packing for camp too late, so you’ve definitely got something going on with you y/n/n.” she said sarcastically.

“that was actually a coincidence.” you said honestly. “alright, i’m at lucas and erica’s house now. over and out.”

you hopped out of the car, praying that your charm and credibility as a babysitter, would be enough to convince them.

being that they were still in trouble for what happened in march 🫤

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hawkins, indiana | monday, june 23, 1986 | 5:40 p.m.

back in your car, on the way to the byers house

the sinclair’s were a success ! you’re not sure how you did it! but you did, and that’s all that matters, now going to joyce before hopper was completely on purpose.

see, if joyce says yes, then before you even get to hopper tomorrow (because you’re too tired for any more of this today and you’re sure that convincing joyce may take a little longer than the other parents did.) he’ll already know about it, and you’ll either just have to do a little coaxing or not even have to do anything but deal with his grumbling !

you pull up to the byers house, get out, and knock on the door. thankfully will opens it, already knowing you were coming.

“hey y/n” he greeted you with a hug.

“heyy will, is she busy?” you asked, hugging him back. as you two walked into the house together.

“not really, she’s in a good mood, and she’s watching reruns of cagney and lacey, in the living room.” he said.

“alright, did you tell her about me going?” you asked, as you two peeled around the corner and spied her laughing at something happening on the screen.

“yeah, i even gave her the flyer and everything, but she caught on and just said that she’d need to lay down some ground rules with you, if i really wanted to go.” he winced.

“yeah, your mother’s smart, well! wish me luck kiddo. and maybe even watch and learn.” you whispered, straightening up and walking into the living room.

“hi, joyce, i hope it’s okay that will let me in?” you asked.

“y/n , you have a key. and you know that you’re allowed here anytime.” she replied sweetly, looking at you and patting the spot next to her for you to join her.

as you did, she started talking again.

“so about this summer camp, i’m sure you already convinced the other parents, except hopper, and i really want will to have a normal time for once. so i’ll let him go…” she got straight to the point.

“that’s great! but..” you urged her to say what else was on her mind.

“no buts! he can go.” she said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders, turning her attention back to the t.v.

you were still staring at her, waiting for her to say what she was thinking, and you didn’t wait long because a mere 12 seconds later-

“however-“ she said pausing the t.v. and turning to face you again, making you laugh.

“is there anyway you can work your magic, and make sure he ends up with one of you kids, and not just some random counselor?” she asked, wringing her hands together.

“yeah, i’ll check the list and if so i’ll do something about it.” you nodded.

“great! then i guess i’ll call hopper and tell him about it, you know, make it a little easier on you.” she smiled, turning back to the t.v.

“ohh thanks joyce! you’re a life saver. alright well i’ll see you. have a goodnight!” you told her, giving her a hug and leaving the couch.

as you walked back to the front door, you fist bumped, will and told him not to start packing last minute.

“i don’t get how you do it, but i just hope i’m that good with parents that day.” he joked, walking you to you car.

“yeah, i’m sure you will be, whoever you end up dating’s parents will just love you.” you joked back, getting into your car, and starting your way back home.

~ easiest - hardest to convince ❥~

1. claudia henderson (dustin’s mom)

2. karen wheeler (mike’s mom) 2.5 mike wheeler 😐

3. sue & charles sinclair (lucas and erica’s parents)

4. ms. mayfield (max’s mom)

5. joyce byers (will’s mom)

5.5. hopper (el’s dad) (half crossed off because since joyce said yes, he’ll say yes, but he’ll still be grouchy about it)

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a/n : i was originally going to make it where reader just made mike irritated, saying that if el were to go to camp without him, all the boys there would be lining up, and would get more attention from her than she’s given him in months to make him cave in 😭

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eddie x platonic! experiment! reader

random things in my 007!reader universe part 2:

part 1 :

aka, eddie x van 😼

eddie :

- 7 months after van (sev) left the munson trailer, eddie had been going to get a new tattoo and decided to get the number 7 on his left shoulder blade .

- when people asked him about it, he just told them that it was his lucky number

- one day, (pre-meeting again) when he was dealing to some of steve’s friends at a party, children of the grave started playing.

“it’s like i can’t escape!” steve groaned, loudly

“what’s wrong harrington, don’t enjoy good music?” eddie joked.

“haha, no.” he laughed sarcastically.

“it’s just my sister plays this song every damn day, and it’s honestly starting to get old.” steve glared.

“just sounds to me like your sister has good taste. later.” eddie pocketed the money and walked away.

- very protective once you two meet and become friends again

-you refuse to go to his trailer , with the fear that his uncle hates you, as much as he tells you he doesn’t

- the first time he came to your house, and saw your room (because you were insistent) he was appalled

- because omg is that a Jackson Pro Series Rhoads RR3 ! 😮

- and the kirk hammet poster threw him off too, but not as much as the kelly lebrock one 🫣

- “is that a signed queen poster?!”

“yes”

“how-“

“my dad met them once”

“ohhh”

- you constantly watching his band, which is where the crush on gareth started and eddie was not pleased

“who’s the one who plays the drums 🤭?”

“gareth. why?”

“…☺️…”

“absolutely not, you’re never coming here again, and i’m telling steve

“snitch 😐”

robin :

- you met robin when steve got the job at scoops ahoy.

- instantly hit it off honestly

- hence why you invited her to go to the weird science early premiere with you.

- consider her a big sister figure

- you both make fun of steve together

- just good times honestly

-when she found out about your powers she freaked out

“why did that russian guard’s suit just spontaneously catch on fire ???

“i’m a pyrokinetic 🧍🏾‍♀️”

“oh! okay that makes sense!”

- once her and steve started working at family video, she rented out firestarter for the 3 of you to watch

- cue robin constantly asking you questions as the movie plays while steve snores his life away on the other couch because he fell asleep 20 minutes into the movie

“can you do that??”

“yes, robin. i can.”

“wow. cool.”

and 10 minutes later

“so what’s she gonna do next???”

“i don’t know robin, i haven’t seen this movie”

“oh yeah….. well what would you do next???”

“robin?”

“yeah?”

“stop”

“okay”

lucas :

- you and lucas were honestly pretty close

- like with eleven, he didn’t quite trust you at first, but he got over it and you two became good friends

- well then again you and everyone in the group were close except for mike (my sev-mike beef agenda is prospering)

- you tried out for the girls basketball team, to keep him company, being that the boys and girls one were being held at the same time.

- you didn’t actually want to join the team, you just didn’t eanr lucas to feel bad for being the only one into sports. + you did badly on purpose, being that you were already on 3 other teams

- on the night of the championship game you were there to cheer him on, (also to be steve’s scapegoat for if he didn’t want to be on that date anymore)

- try to give him advice on how to get max back everytime she dumps him (you usually just give him some money to buy her stuff, because words aren’t gonna help at this point 😭)

erica -

- you became friends with erica through lucas actually

- she thought you and max were cooler than her brother and his other friends.

- before she knew you had powers though, she definitely thought something was up with you.

- once she did find out though, she definitely used it to her advantage.

“i need you to set (insert random girl at her school’s name) on fire.”

“why???”

“because i don’t like her?”

- you then proceeded to just give her the very same advice that hopper gave you in the events of season 2 🫤

mike :

- ahh mike

- he’s a pain in your ass

- and you in his

- he didn’t like that you were still there while eleven was “dead”

- hence leading to you two arguing all the time

- you’re friends and you care about each other but you two would rather die than admit that

- you set his stuff on fire sometimes just for the hell of it

- like the time you set his hellfire shirt on fire because he made you mad and you overheard eddie say that if he messed up another one he’d be banned for a week.

- aren’t you just the greatest 😽

“wheeler your a shit boyfriend to my sister, and an even shittier friend to will”

“how would you know, you’ve never even had a boyfriend!”

“so we’re just gonna skip past the last part i said?” 🧍🏾‍♀️

a/n : honestly sev and mike being friends but not liking each other is so funny to me. like i can imagine steve being the type of “parent” to say “okay now hug and make up!”

and if you refuse he’ll threaten to pull out the really huge “get along ™” shirt, and just stuff you both in it. (he’s done it before)

Chrissy : Eddie, I love you

Eddie : But I love Steve

Steve : But I love Nancy

Nancy : But I love Jonathan

Jonathan : But I love Argyle

.

Y/N turning to Robin : I love you

Robin : I love you too