Omg Why Was This The Funniest But Saddest But Best Thing Ive Ever Read Between One Of Them Only Speaking

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. 

saw this on pinterest and i haven’t stopped laughing please send help 😭

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

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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.

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.”

——–

so cute!! this was fun haha.

make sure to like and reblog!

we’re going to summer camp bitches !

camp counselor introductions

steve harrington:

- the pretty boy

- will let his kids do pretty much whatever, as long as they don’t get hurt or hurt anyone else

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eddie munson :

- the cool one

- made a mandated dnd day for his kids

- his girls (and some boys) think he’s hot 🫤

- he’s chill

- he scares his boys while they’re sleeping

- he helps the kids prank steve while he’s sleeping

robin buckley

- the frazzled but nonchalant one

- will let the kids do pretty much whatever too as long as nobody gets hurt and nobody of authority finds out 😊

- frazzled at times because

“oh my gosh, am i missing someone or am i just going insane.”

“if you know that’s poison ivy, why would you put it in your pants!?”

nancy wheeler :

- the organized one

- has an itinerary for her and her kids and it will be followed and they will love it (that’s definitely not a threat)

- but she does include things that they actually want to do so they really will love it

- her kids are lowkey scared of her tbh

y/n y/l/n :

LMAO I JUST WANTED TO PUT A PICTURE HERE

- the one everybody loves

- your kids just love you tbh

- nothing else to say, you’re just that counselor.

ivy lockford (hailee steinfeld)

- the adventurous one

- always has her kids doing something

- prefers her kids to be outside doing activities

- not prepared

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quinn langford (evan peters)

- the “weird” one

- his kids only think he’s weird because he doesn’t talk much

- has no handle on his children unfortunately 😭

- super nice

- “inside activities are fun too” he’s trying his best okay 🫶🏾

banks

the overprotective one (jonathan daviss)

- his kids are never out of sight

- “did you put on sunscreen”

- are you carrying. bug spray? well you should!”

- prepared for everything

- literally