The Way I Would Have The Same Exact Reaction To The Followed You Notification Is Embarrassing

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

hallway crush

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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).

i’m living for nancy’s coaching 😭

hii if you’re still willing to take requests could I ask for an Eddie x reader where Robin introduces the two because of reader’s similar interests and taste in guys? I was thinking kind of like how Robin saw Nancy had a Tom Cruise poster but with reader and she sees that reader has a Dave Mustaine poster? “You have a Dave Mustaine poster?? You have a Dave Mustaine poster 😏” I’m sorry if it’s dumb lol thank you 💕

this cracked me up, honestly, and i love any chance to write dear robin as the best friend ever, hope you like it! | 1k, fem!reader, fluff, short and sweet, pre!relationship, Eddie is a gem, thank you for requesting this was not dumb!!!! <3

"You did not put enough sunscreen on, Robin," Nancy chides. "Your nose is already red."

"That cannot be true," your friend whines. "Steve watched me put on like, four layers. I'm just sweaty!"

The three of you are sprawled on a blanket in the park, half-heartedly watching the rest of the group play basketball in the summer heat. This is only your third or fourth time hanging out with all of Robin's friends, but she's done her best to fold you in after graduation. You don't question it too much, because you could use some people to hang out with as you figure out your life and the energy between all of these kids is something magnetic, something special.

They seem alright with your presence, even a little overenthusiastic. You made sure to lead with your endless pool of fun facts and for some reason once Max declared that the way you whistled really loudly with your fingers was "way cool," you were in.

"Nancy, you need to watch your shoulders," you tease. "We're all going to be lobsters pretty soon." She looks down at herself sharply before rolling her eyes at you and grabbing the sunscreen tube from her bag.

"Honestly, someone is going to hurt themselves. And it's going to be Steve." Robin looks at the court with disgust where Lucas and Steve are facing off under the basket. Dustin and Max seem to have taken it upon themselves to heckle from the sidelines, but Mike refuses to give up, trying his best to get the ball from Lucas and failing each time.

"This is embarrassing," Nancy mutters. "Bringing the Wheeler name down. I have to help him." She tosses the sunscreen aside and stands up, jogging over. "Mike! Get it together!"

"Oh, this is going to be good," Dustin laughs. "Robin, is Eddie coming?"

"I think so. Steve, when did he say he'd be here?"

"I'm busy, Robin! You're the one that invited him!" He jumps in the air to block Lucas from a shot and fails. Robin laughs.

"Well, I think he's coming," she says. You love Robin, but she's not great at hiding things from you. She can be a bit of a wall to new people or in situations when she's unsure of the people around her, but she's nothing but comfortable surrounded by her friends. So you can tell immediately that she's up to something, and tell her so. She takes a breath and launches into an answer for a question you didn't ask.

"Okay, so when we were hanging out last weekend in your room I saw the Megadeath poster on your wall and I thought wow, I've seen a poster like that before! And the blonde guy kinda looks like someone I know! So I tried to remember where I'd seen it and then I was like, oh, obviously there's the same poster on Eddie's wall and I thought wait, I don't think you guys know each other, since you're my friend from school and I introduced you to everyone else but he's never been free when you're free, I don't know how that happened --"

"Eddie...Munson, right?" you interrupt her. "Your friend? The one who sold weed in high school?"

"Yep!" she chirps, looking pleased with herself.

"Robin," you say, lowering your voice. "Are you trying to buy weed? Do you want my help?"

"No!" she says, exasperated, like you've missed the point. And you think you might have. "I'm trying to set you up!"

"Oh," you breathe out. "Oh, okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You smile at her. You know who Eddie is, obviously, and Robin is right, you room is practically wallpapered with posters of guys who look like him. You just always thought he was...kind of intimidating.

"Sweet! It's going to be great, even if you don't like like him, he's really nice and you can definetly talk about whatever shitty music you want--"

"Hey!" you protest, but it's interrupted by a chorus of greetings from the basketball court.

"Eddie!" Dustin cries. "Wanna play with us?"

"Oh, now you want to play?" Steve complains.

"Not on your life, Henderson," Eddie says, passing through the court with high fives for everyone on his way to the blanket. "Wheeler is way too scary."

"Oh, thanks man," Mike says, grinning.

"Not you, dude," Eddie teases. "Your sister." Everyone laughs but Eddie winks at Mike before the game starts up again.

"Hi Robin," he says as he stretches out on the blanket next to you. "Hello, new girl." He's got kind eyes, you think, kinder than you'd have expected. He's loose and seems happy, his biceps flexing as he leans back on his hands. You introduce yourself, trying not to be shy.

"Oh! Yeah, I've heard about you," he grins. "Got a lot of fans around here."

"Really?" You know the bond between all of these friends is something strong, something forged out of experiences you'll never understand. But the thought that they're willing to love you, too, fills your heart with such fondness your cheeks flush.

"Band geek over here told me you had a Megadeath poster on your wall, which is great, since no one in this circus of clowns has any god damned respect!" He leans into the joke a little, shaking his head like he's disappointed, but his mouth is curled up at one edge. Something in your gut tells you that Eddie Munson is someone who doesn't care what people like as long as it makes them happy.

Robin is too gleeful to be offended, eyes darting between the two of you. "I think I want to play after all," she blurts out and darts up towards the court.

"There is no way in hell that girl wants to play basketball," Eddie observes.

"No," you sigh. "This is a set up." He pulls his legs up and circles his arms around them, peering at you from under his bangs.

"Well, I don't mind if you don't mind." You really study him for a moment. Wide brown eyes, crinkled with the beginnings of a smile. He seems a little nervous, for all his bravado. He's sweating a bit, committed to his ripped jeans and general metal aesthetic and you think, damn. I want to know him.

"I don't mind," you tell him, and his grin is like the sun.

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. 

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 !

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Imagine you’re dating Eddie before all of you know what happens and one day offhandedly he ask you “hey how come you never straighten your hair” just out of pure curiosity and you’re like “I’ll tell you what, I’ll straighten my hair when you with graduate or die” as a joke, but then the upside down and everything else happens and you wear your hair straightened to his funeral and you’re crying the entire time, but he’s not dead. He’s a vampire now, but he’s not dead and he’s watching all this go down from a distance and he’s just like oh shit she actually did it I didn’t want it under these circumstances but she did it on top of you know the regular feelings for their holding a funeral for me and my girlfriend is crying for me and did the thing that she said she would do for my funeral so yeah you can imagine he’s torn up as hell.

Just a stupid little thought that I just had while drawing that’s all.

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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