Eddie X Platonic! Experiment! Reader

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)

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. 

the way i would have the same exact reaction to the “followed you” notification is embarrassing 🧍🏾‍♀️😭

hallway crush

masterlist / navigation / @splinteredmercies

pairing: eddie munson x reader

contains: no spoilers for s4. modern au. reader is really into astrology and tarot. afab reader. an allusion to sex. not edited, we die like men.

wc: 1.73 k

author’s note: im not ashamed to say it: this is one of the most self-indulgent one-shots you’ll ever find because, quite literally, it’s a self-insert. i hereby announce my intentions of bringing forth the astrology!tarot!witch!reader x eddie munson—their aesthetics together, lord! although, we could just shorten it to spiritual!reader x eddie munson, can’t we? anyway, this might become my whole niche considering all the things i’m planning in my head right now… i’m a menace and all of you are now being dragged down with me.

Before you and Eddie Munson were in the same homeroom, he was your hallway crush.

You didn’t know his name, but what you did know was two things:

He was hot. Like extremely fucking hot. (The whole metalhead aesthetic really did things to you.)

You would give an arm and a leg to be able to run your fingers through his hair.

It didn’t take long for you to figure out his name, and his social media quickly followed.

His main Instagram account was public and filled with videos of him playing guitar—where you could see glimpses of a small, cluttered room and walls covered with band posters. You figured out that he ran the Hellfire Club’s Instagram, and that endeared you even more to him because you were sure he made the announcements himself and didn’t rely on Canva.

Then, you found his Twitter account, which was also public. (Twitter accounts were always telling of character, especially for men his age. You found out that he had a little over two hundred followers, published his band’s music on Bandcamp, and had a killer sense of humor.)

And that was how your life went for three years, occasionally stalking his social media and looking out for him in the hallways. Until you walked into Ms. Abernathy’s homeroom during your first day of senior year and found Eddie Munson talking to her animatedly. (You later found out that Ms. Abernathy was taking over as the sponsor of the Hellfire Club.)

Ms. Abernathy greeted you when you tried to walk past her unseen. “I’m so happy to see you! How was your summer break?”

You blinked owlishly and avoided staring at Eddie like an idiot. “It was great. Thanks for asking, Ms. A.”

You forced a bright smile at her and fled to your usual seat near the windows. Your friends would be here soon and they would help you avoid staring at the ridiculously hot two-timer senior.

⋆

It was late October; the weather was becoming chilly and you switched out your crop tops and shorts for jeans and zip-ups. (Your trusty Birkenstocks remained on your feet despite the changing weather.)

Homecoming week was taking place the week of Halloween this year. You and your group of friends were excited over the announced Spirit Days, coordinating who was matching with who for Character Day and when to go shopping for dresses. And you all had fallen back into old habits: doing natal charts and tarot readings instead of finishing homework and studying. (Ms. Abernathy didn’t mind though.)

“Strength!” It was one of your favorite tarot cards. On it, a woman was depicted calmly holding the jaws of a fully grown lion. It represented having control and discipline, especially during times of great adversities. In this case, you’d asked Spirit who was coming into your friend’s life—possible placements and the like. Placing the card with the others, you continued, “Whoever is reentering your life as a love interest before this year ends will have a Leo placement—sun, rising, moon, etcetera.”

“Reentering?” Leena asked, staring at the spread before her. “I really hope it’s not who I think it is.”

“Remember, tarot is based on current energy, and energies change as you make decisions.” You looked at Leena sternly. “If it is who we think it is: then, we rebuke his bad energy. You’ll redraw boundaries and tell him there’s no way in hell you’re getting back with his cheating ass.”

“The moment I saw Five of Swords come out I knew exactly who it was talking about.” To your left, Oneida cackled before taking a sip of her Dunkin’ Donuts iced coffee. “He thought he was so sneaky. And now he’s coming back when he’s realized you’re the best he’ll ever have.”

Leena and Oneida continued speaking (i.e., arguing over Elena’s past decisions regarding your life) as you placed the cards back in the deck. Giving the deck a quick shuffle before putting them away in the box, you hadn’t realized your friends had fallen quiet, and someone was standing over you.

“Can I get a reading?”

You froze and looked up. Eddie Munson was in front of you. Beautiful brown eyes flickered between the deck in your hand and your face.

Leena and Oneida kicked your shin at the same time and you stumbled out a reply, “Sure!”

He grinned widely and sat down in front of you.

“I can give you a general reading, starting with three cards. Is that okay with you?” You held onto your deck like it was a lifeline as he seemingly stared right into your soul.

“Fine with me.”

You smiled and started shuffling after knocking three times on the deck. Spirit, a general reading for Eddie Munson.

The cards started popping out in quick succession. Knight of Wands, Seven of Wands, Six of Pentacles.

“I do my readings based on intuition—my gut feeling,” you explained, moving the cards so Eddie could see them. “I’m going to pull some more.”

Ten of Swords, the Hanged Man, Knight of Pentacles, the Empress, Nine of Swords, Two of Cups, Eight of Pentacles, Death, Justice.

You flipped over the deck, “Bottom of the deck: Four of Wands.”

You glanced at him; he was frowning, eyes focused on the Death card.

“The cards are scary if you take them literally,” you said. You started your interpretation, “You’ve been losing sleep, overthinking whether or not you should approach the person you’re interested in. And right now, you’re your own enemy, letting your anxieties rule you. You should approach them because it’s likely that your feelings are reciprocated. This connection has the potential to be life-changing, in a positive way.”

“That’s… a lot.”

You looked up from the cards; Eddie was already staring at you.

You shrugged sheepishly, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I know. But Spirit had a lot to say about whatever has been bothering you.”

As he was about to say something else, the bell rang and you fled after putting away your deck into the abyss of your backpack.

⋆

Eddie Munson (edd1emuns0n) started following you.

The scream that came out of your mouth was high-pitched and embarrassing. Immediately, you screenshotted the notification and sent it to the group chat with Leena and Oneida.

Oneida

No fucking shot

WAS THE TAROT READING ABOUT YOU???

Leena

It might be a coincidence

You watched as more text messages came, mostly Oneida telling you to slide into his DMs. You were mortified at the suggestion and decided to put your phone on Do Not Disturb for the rest of the night.

As Leena said, it could be a coincidence but your intuition was saying otherwise.

You slipped your phone under your pillow and turned to your TV. An episode of The Sopranos was playing quietly, and you chose to focus on it instead of whatever notifications were hidden under Do Not Disturb.

That only lasted ten minutes. You grabbed your phone, put in the passcode, and opened your notifications.

edd1emuns0n liked your post.

You froze. You hadn’t posted anything new in months except—

You quickly opened Instagram and saw which post he liked.

It was a post from July when you’d been celebrating Leena’s seventeenth birthday by having a Pinterest-worthy picnic. In the post, you were wearing a floral mini dress. The angels of both pictures showed off your breasts and thighs in flattering angles. You looked hot, even months later.

And Eddie Munson liked that post.

Another scream left your mouth as you threw your phone across your bedroom. You immediately regretted the action and got up to grab your phone.

A notification came in.

edd1emuns0n

Hey, about that tarot reading

Should I actually do something about it?

You stared at the messages for a moment, thinking about what you should say. Finally, you sent your response.

Yes.

He replied quickly.

Okay, see you tomorrow.

Sad at his dry response, you turned off your phone and went back to watching The Sopranos.

⋆

Homeroom, again. And this time, you were the one nursing a Dunkin’ Donuts iced coffee instead of Oneida.

You scrolled aimlessly on Pinterest, saving the occasional Whisper repost that was amusing when Eddie Munson stood in front of you.

“Hey, can I talk to you?”

Oh, shit, did he get rejected? You thought but nodded anyway. You motioned for him to follow you out to the hallway. Ms. Abernathy barely looked at you two.

“What is it?” You questioned, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

“Are you today after school? I’d like to take you out, get to know you.”

You blinked. Then a large smile grew on your face. “So, the reading was about me?”

“Yeah, it was.”

You laughed and beamed up at him. “Well, I am free after school today then. I’ll meet you in the parking lot?”

“Sounds good.”

⋆

Before you and Eddie Munson were in the same homeroom, he was your hallway crush. Now, he was your boyfriend, and you could boast that you had manifested it.

It was May, and the date of graduation and prom was coming up. You and Eddie were graduating, but Eddie had skipped so many periods that he wasn’t allowed to attend the ceremony.

You didn’t mind that Eddie wasn’t walking the stage. You understood that Eddie would prefer being in the audience, cheering for you as your name was called and you accepted your diploma from the principal. (It was a shame, though, because you were sure his uncle would have liked seeing Eddie walk the stage with you.)

It had taken you two months to convince Eddie it would be worth it to attend prom together. (You’d told him that you would spend the night with him—just him—instead of lugging him to attend the after party.)

So, now, you were pinning Eddie’s only pair of dress pants because it was too long. (You were sure that Eddie bought these hoping you would forget to make sure they fit them right.)

“Stop fidgeting,” you muttered, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He stopped moving. He said your name softly. “Don’t do that.”

You smirked and looked away. “Stay still, and maybe I will give you what you want.”

And he listened. He stayed still as you finished pinning the dress pants (and you did give him what he wanted).

Stranger Things + Textposts

i finally finished my stupid ass summer school course and exactly when i’m ready to start writing again the writers block kicked in immediately 😭

so i will soon be posting who the other counselor faceclaims will be for my “we’re going to summer camp bitches!” story as an attempt to jumpstart my brain

i meant i'm madly in love with you

prompts: “are you even listening to me?” “sorry, it’s hard to focus when you look like that” & “wait, you like me?” “wasn’t that obvious?” “not really!”

summary: you and eddie hook up once and you get pregnant, and you have to tell your dad, which could result in nothing good.

warnings: language, mentions of sex, teen pregnancy

*everyone wanted eddie and the baby at hellfire club, so that’s at the end of this imagine! this one is super long, so enjoy! (that’s what she said)*

——-

“I don’t know if I even want you to tell me. I already know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it.” You were pacing back and forth in the bathroom of Family Video, Robin staring at the test in her hand.

“Yeah, you really don’t want me to say it,” Robin confirmed. “It’s positive. They all are.”

You sunk to the ground, putting the back of your head against the wall. You tightly closed your eyes, wishing this was a nightmare and you would wake up any second.

“This probably isn’t the best time… but who’s the dad? You never told me you were seeing anyone.” Robin inquired.

“I’m not and I wasn’t.” You said, Robin understanding it was a one-time thing.

“Are you two ok in here?” Steve shouted from outside the door. You got up and opened the door. As soon as you saw him, you began to cry. He hugged you, very confused and looked at Robin for help. Robin held up the pregnancy test, and Steve’s eyes went wide. “So you wouldn’t go out with me, but you get pregnant with some other guy?” Steve questioned. You pulled away from the hug, hitting Steve’s shoulder.

“Seriously, not the time dingus!” Robin told him.

“Oh yeah like you always say things at the appropriate time.” Steve fired back.

“You both are not helping right now.” You told them. “I have to go.” You grabbed your stuff and headed out the door, getting into your car, and heading to the first place you needed to go.

—

When you got to Eddie’s trailer, your hands were shaking. You could barely knock on the front door. When he immediately opened it after the first knock, you jumped back.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you! What are you doing here?” Eddie questioned.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah, come in!” Eddie stepped aside so you could enter, and you stood in the living room, playing with your hands. “Are you ok?” Eddie asked.

“Eddie, do you remember that night we had together a couple of months ago?” You asked as if he could ever forget.

“You mean the best night of my fucking life? No, doesn’t ring a bell.” Eddie joked.

“It’s about to not be the best night of your life.” You told him.

“What?”

“Eddie, I’m pregnant.” You said, not knowing how else to sugarcoat the situation. Eddie just stood there, a blank stare on his face. You moved your hand in front of his face, trying to break him out of his gaze, but he didn’t blink or move. “Eddie?”

“Sorry, for a second there it sounded like you said you were pregnant. Which, if you’re pregnant, that means that your birth control clearly didn’t kick in that day and our condom broke, which is impossible. This also means I’m going to be a dad, and I can barely take care of high school children in Hellfire! That would also mean that the girl I’ve liked since forever is the mother of my child after a one-night stand!” Eddie kept rambling, and you just stood there.

“Wait, you like me?” You questioned.

“Wasn’t that obvious?” Eddie said.

“Not really! Especially after the ‘well this was fun, see you around’ comment the next morning, asshole!”

“Not my finest moment… So… what are we going to do?” Eddie hesitantly asked.

“Do you want to be apart of this baby’s life?”

“Of course I do!”

“Good.” You said. “Now I just have to tell my dad and pray he doesn’t murder the both of us.”

“You never talk about your parents,” Eddie said. You both sat on the couch, Eddie holding your hands in his.

“You never looked up my last name, did you?” You asked.

“Why? Should I have?”

“Probably, yeah, before you went screwing around with the chief of police’s daughter.” You told him. Eddie’s stare went blank again.

“As in Chief of Police Jim Hopper…”

“That would be correct.”

“I am so dead. He could kill me and easily cover it up!” Eddie got up off the couch and started pacing the floor.

“How do you think I feel? Can you imagine what the town is going to say once they find out! He’s going to be ruined.” Eddie then realized how selfish he was being after your comment. He sat back down and pulled you in for a hug. “He is already known as the guy whose daughter died and wife left him, and now his other daughter gets pregnant at 17? He’ll be a wreck.”

“Hey, hey, it’ll be ok, I promise! We’ll figure this out, don’t worry.” Eddie assured you. He rubbed your back and kissed your cheek.

“I need to go tell him. Are you going to be ok?” You asked Eddie, getting up.

“Am I going to be ok? Y/N, please worry about yourself right now.”

“We’re in this together, Eddie. Let me worry about you too.” You told him. Eddie cupped your face with his hands.

“Call me after you tell him, ok? Or should I expect a full police unit outside my house to arrest me?”

“Definitely the second option.” You smiled. Eddie kissed your forehead and then walked you out to your car. You drove away, and Eddie stood there, hoping that he wasn’t going to be a deadman in a couple of hours.

—

When you walked in the door, your dad was already sitting on his recliner, an angry look on his face. You knew that look. Mike was over.

“Love birds are here?” You joked.

“Sadly.” Hopper scoffed.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” You asked.

“Yeah, is everything ok?” Your dad asked. You nodded, heading for Eleven’s room.

“Hey, do you two mind going outside for a bit? I need to talk to dad alone.” You told El and Mike. Mike rolled his eyes. “Don’t sass me asshole. Just go outside for a bit and learn how to respect my dad and me while you’re in our house.” You told Mike, having enough of his shit. El huffed and dragged Mike outside.

“Finally someone told that punk how it is,” Hopper said, grinning widely. You smiled at him, and took a seat across from him.

“Listen, dad. I don’t know how to tell you this. I feel awful about it. You don’t deserve this and what will be said about you.” You started.

“What are you talking about, Y/N?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Hopper just looked at you, a confused look on his face. He put the recliner down, putting his elbows on his knees, still looking into your soul.

“What, who, when, how?” Was all he asked.

“It was a one-time thing, with Eddie Munson. He’s a guy from school. I was being stupid and it shouldn’t have happened and I am so sorry, dad.” You started crying and put your head down, not able to look at your dad.

“Thank gosh, I thought you were going to say Steve Harrington.” Hopper let out.

“You obviously don’t know Eddie if you’re relieved it wasn’t Steve.” You said, quietly.

“What?”

“Nothing!”

“Is the first thing you thought of really what people would say about me?” Hopper questioned.

“Besides the 'holy shit my life is ruined’ part, and how I was going to tell Eddie considering it was just a one-time thing, yes. You’ve been through enough. You don’t need this too.” You explained. Hopper lightly smiled.

“I’ll be right back.” Hopper nodded at you and walked out the front door, and you heard his truck start.

“Shit!” You shouted, running out of the house after him. He sped off, swerving down the road.

“What the hell did you do?” Mike questioned.

“None of your business, rat face!” You yelled at him, getting in your car and following your dad. Mike stood there, extremely offended.

You knew exactly where your dad was going. He obviously called the station and asked for Eddie’s address.

When you arrived at Eddie’s trailer, you got out of your car at the same time as Hopper. Eddie was sitting on the steps of his front door, standing up immediately when he saw your very angry dad.

“I told you it was the second option!” You shouted at Eddie.

“Chief Hopper! Very nice to meet you! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie tried to charm. Eddie shrunk down as your dad stood in front of him, basically towering over him. He examined Eddie, completely surprised that you would be into a guy like him. He noticed the tattoos and turned to you.

“Really, Y/N.” He said to you.

“I told you.” You replied.

“What does that mean?” Eddie questioned. You shook your head, assuring him that it was nothing.

“Do you plan on taking care of this baby with Y/N? Because if not tell us now, hair.” Your dad said to Eddie. You mouthed 'hair’, questioning the nickname. It was better than freak.

“Yes, sir, I do. It may have been a one-time thing, but I care a lot about Y/N, and I would never abandon her or our baby. She is an amazing person and you have done an excellent job raising her. She gets me and she doesn’t treat me like I’m some freak like everyone else does. She’s incredible. And the first thing she did when she told me was how she was worried about you and me. Who does that in her situation?” Eddie told Hopper. You smiled, tears filling your eyes. Hopper nodded.

“Good answer.” He turned to you. “See, told you anyone is better than Harrington.” Hopper then hugged you, and got into his truck, driving away.

“What did he just say?” Eddie questioned.

“Don’t worry about it.” You walked closer to him. “Did you really mean all of that?” You questioned.

“Every word.”

“Thank you. Now I guess we should figure this out, right?”

“Come on in. I still have your cereal.” Eddie told you.

“Really?”

“When I said I care about you, I meant I’m madly in love with you.” Eddie smiled.

“Shut up!” You nudged Eddie’s arm, both of you going inside.

—-

A year and a half had passed since that day and you and Eddie had been exhausted by the rude awakening of being parents in high school. While you and your baby stayed at your house with Hopper and El, Eddie was there every single day and stayed every other night to help. You weren’t dating, but feelings were there, definitely after seeing every day how amazing Eddie was with your son.

You were currently heading to the high school to pick up Eddie and your son from a Hellfire Club meeting. You protested Eddie bringing your son to meetings, but it made Eddie happy, so you couldn’t complain.

When you walked in the door, you were greeted by the sight of Eddie lifting the baby up, shouting something about being the chosen one as the boys laughed around him. You squinted your eyes as you looked closer, noticing what your son was wearing.

“Is that a Hellfire Club shirt?” You questioned. The group looked at you, and Eddie smiled.

“Yeah! I had it special made!” Eddie exclaimed, extremely excited. You laughed and reached for your baby.

“Well, he looks adorable.” You told Eddie, holding your son on your side. “Did you two have fun today?” You asked.

“Yes! Thank you for letting me bring him, mom.” Eddie said, smiling.

“Any time you want, you can. As long as you don’t sacrifice him.”

“Eddie did that twice today!” Dustin shouted from behind you. Eddie immediately turned around and shot him daggers. Dustin got scared and looked away from Eddie.

“You are such a bad influence.” You told him. Eddie smiled, then noticed your body. You had been working hard to lose the baby weight. You looked amazing, but to Eddie, you always did. “So my dad is making dinner tonight and wanted you to come since you’re family now.” You noticed Eddie’s eyes, him clearly distracted. “Are you even listening to me?” You questioned. Eddie broke out of his stare.

“Sorry, it’s hard to focus when you look like that.” He told you. “Do you want to give that date a try next Friday night?” He asked. You both started smiling like idiots.

“I’d love to. Just don’t get any ideas, Munson. We don’t need a second one of these.” You lifted up your son a little.

“Oh, your dad would for sure kill me then.”

“Absolutely he would.”

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so cute!! this was fun haha.

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