Imagine Youre Dating Eddie Before All Of You Know What Happens And One Day Offhandedly He Ask You Hey

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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.

“the blinds wide open so he can see you in the dark when you’re sleeping. your body fresh out the shower, you touch yourself after hours. no man allowed in your bedroom, you’re sleeping alone in bed. check your window… he’s at your window.”

she is literally about perv!eddie thank you

can you make a eddie munson x reader fic where they spend a fun day at the pool or something? just some pure fluff and eddie liking the reader in their swimsuit

ok so I absolutely love this request and the fact I'm on holiday rn with a giant pool and no eddie is a criiime, so yeah, i might be projecting on this one.

no warnings. pure Hawkins fam pool fun. not proofread.

Steve Harrington would give 20 bucks to anyone who could explain to him how his life had come to this… When his parents left for the week, they expected their son to throw a pool party, of course, but they had never imagined that the party would be more like a large-family-all-inclusive-pool-holiday kind of thing. 

'Hey, hey, hey! Assbutts,' he shouted across the pool, 'no running!'

'Yes, mom,' Dustin, Will and Mike rolled their eyes before continuing to run across the garden. Max was busy dunking Lucas' head under water, while Robin had, somehow, gotten her hands on a water pistol and was squirting the water directly at Steve's crotch, laughing hysterically. 

'Wow, real mature, Buckley,' he was slowly giving up on the entire group. The only people who seemed to know how to behave themselves were Nancy, who was lounging next to Jonathan in the long chairs, reading their books, and you and Eddie. However, something about the way you two were sitting under that parasol, canoodling, didn't feel quite right to Steve "the Lifeguard" Harrington. His spidey senses, or whatever Henderson had called it, were tingling. 

'What are you two up to?' He asked once he had walked up. Both you and Eddie looked up, covering your eyes from the sun to look up at Steve, hands in their natural position– on his hips. 

'Nothing,' you said in chorus, and you couldn't help but laugh at it. Eddie shushed you quickly, not wanting to put any suspicions on your plans– god, it felt like you were small kids again, plotting. Steve got that as well, certainly not convinced by anything you had said. 

'Relax, Harrington,' Eddie got up, placing his hand on Steve's shoulder, leading him away from your seats, 'your mommy complex is really taking the fun out of everything. You don't always have to be on the lookout for mean baddies, yeah? All's good here.' Steve tried to protest, but Eddie was again quick to shush him. 'Ah. ah. Ah. Just, you know, enjoy the weather man, go take a dip, huh?' And at that precise moment, he let go of Steve, giving you– who had already sneaked up behind him– the opportunity to push him right into the deep end of the pool. The water splashed out in all directions as Steve went down, only to come back up with his face covered by his once luscious hair. 

'You're both dead. Dead, you hear me?' he pointed very sternly at you, omitting everyone's laughter. 

'You look like a wet cat,' Robin commented, not helping poor Steve's situation, who immediately went in for a splash attack. While that water war took place, you went back to your seat in the shadow, Eddie following not far behind. When Steve had walked up to you, he had actually been in the middle of applying sunscreen to your skin, while plotting your little evil scheme, so that had to be finished. 

'How are you so good at this?' You said, enjoying the feel of his hands on your hot skin. The only thing missing was his rings, which he had taken off, not wanting to lose them in the water. 

'I'm literally not doing anything,' he chuckled, 'but there, all done.' 

'Thank you!' you squealed out in enthusiasm, turning around to face him, 'let me do you now.' 

'Oh wanna do me, huh?' he wiggled his eyebrow suggestively, leading you to push him away in giggles. But then, he did turn around and let you apply the sunscreen, just to gasp out as the cold liquid touched his skin. 'Oh, fuck! Fuck.' His gasps were so loud, so explicit, that everyone looked up at the two of you, just to realise it was Eddie being his typical Eddie-self and then went back to whatever they were doing previously. 

'You're an idiot, Eddie Munson,' you said, slowly rubbing the sunscreen into his back. 

'Ah, you love it.' And it was true. You couldn't deny it. You loved everything there was to love about this idiot. 

Once done, you both sat back down, giving the lotion time to sink in. The smell of it taking over your nostrils. It truly felt like summer. 

'I really like this suit, by the by,' he said, kissing your already sun-kissed shoulder. 

'Hmm?' 

'The new suit, it's cute.' 

'Well, good, since you picked it.' You had brought him along shopping the previous week, and he had picked out one that was a combination of his favourite colours: black and red. And it fit you perfectly– he could look at you all day, and he has, really. Couldn't take his eyes away from you. 

'Hey, you two, are you getting in or what?' Dustin shouted out from the pool, but Eddie just flipped him off as he gave you a swift peck on the lips. 

Easy to say, this was the start of a perfect summer.

thanks for reading!

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hellfire baby :: e.m.

summary: when starting a new campaign, the hellfire club didn’t except to see a toddler sitting in their club leader’s throne

content warning: parenting & pregnancy, talks about teen parenting, swearing, basically really fluffy, child’s features mostly based off of eddie

word count: 1013

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Teenage Dirtbag

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

WC: ~9K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal,” Eddie sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See? Complete dumbass behavior.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie snorted. “Not likely.”

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

Fuck, those should come with a goddamn warning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” Eddie saluted.

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

Eddie frowned, unsure. “Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are we?” You said, surprised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I really don’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When you know that your time is close at hand

Maybe then you'll begin to understand

Life down here is just a strange illusion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, where are you going?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It happens one time…”

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

“Ready?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Date? Holy shit, was Wheeler being honest?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sweetheart-”

“Eddie, open the envelope,” you stressed.

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

IRON MAIDEN, JULY 1ST INDIANNAPOLIS, IN.

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

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

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

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

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

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

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

“I assumed so,” he joked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, no?”

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

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

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

What.

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

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

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

“Well, you didn’t!”

“Great!”

“Perfect!”

“Amazing.”

“Stupendous.”

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

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

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

“Shortcake?”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesus Christ, he loved you.

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

Tonight, I want to give it all to you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was made for lovin' you, baby

You were made for lovin' me

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲?

synopsis : reader is an individual with powers she doesn’t quite understand. she’s overcome with despair of her and her friends’ failure and her boyfriend eddie’s “death”. so in a fit of rage, her powers go beserk, and she accidentally turns the town of hawkins into a collection of her favorite sitcoms.

stanger things x reader (wandavision! au)

future warnings : swearing, emotional (mainly angry) reader, confused eddie, plotting grandma. i don’t really know what other warnings to put other than swearing and manipulation (?) 🫣 so we’ll just have to see

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2 days later

“it’s been less than 48 hours since a 7.4 magnitude earthquake rocked the quaint town lf Hawkins, 80 miles outside of indianapolis, in an event that seismologists are caling “a natural disaster of near unprecedented scale.”

you distantly heard the newscaster on the t.v. say, as you walked past your grandmother and mother in the living room, watching it.

“the death toll stands at 22. but with hundreds more filling roane county hospitals and many more still missing, officials expect those numbers to rise.” he continued

“mom turn this off, she doesn’t need this right now.” you heard your mother, attempt to whisper to your grandmother, but to no avail.

“i’m just waiting for the good stuff to come on, y/m/n, no need to throw a fit.” your grandmother responded nonchalantly.

“mother, you know for a fact, all of the channels are going to be taking about just this, for who knows how long!” your mother scolded her.

“look, the quicker she-“

“this is only the latest tragedy to befall this once-safe town. most recently, a string of high school student were killed in a series of ritualistic murders, which have been linked to a local satanic cult known as “hellfire.” their bickering was cut off by the man continuing. the next words escaping his mouth, making all three of you stop in your tracks.

“eddie munson, the leader of this cult and prime suspect in the murders, has been missing since the earthquake and is presumed dead. but this offers little comfort to the people of hawkins, who are scared, angry, and searching for answers.” he finished.

with the flick of your mother’s hand the t.v. shut off, as she glared at your grandmother, silence filling the house. a slam broke the silence, along with the sounds of heavy footsteps leaving the kitchen, and the front door opening and slamming behind you as you exited the house.

“let’s hope she doesn’t go kill him.” your grandmother said nonchalantly, sipping her tea. “he’s only the messenger after all.”

“mom, i really do wish you could be sympathetic about this. her boyfriend not only died, but he’s also being accused of murders he didn’t commit.” your mother sighed, getting up to watch you from the window, as you got into your car and drove to god knows where.

“i don’t know why they even think that, the boy cried when a bee flew near him once, and yet think he could do something like that? please.” your grandmother scoffed. “he was a pain in the ass, but he was no murderer that’s for certain.”

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sunday , march 2, 1986 | 2:24 a.m.

“you know when we graduate sweetheart, and run like hell out of here, i’m definitely taking you with me.” eddie whispered, rubbing your back, as you two laid in your bed.

“is that so? i figured you’d be too good for everyone and eveything in this town at that point.” you joked, lifting your head off of his chest to look at him.

“never you. and maybe those sheep of ours can join us too.” he said.

“eddie, i’m pretty sure that’s kidnapping.” you laughed softly.

“yeah i actually think so too. besides, i don’t think “king”steve would appreciate stealing his children from him.” he laughed.

“so what are your grand plans for us mr. munson? you know i need organization in advance.” you joked again,

“well mrs. munson, first we’ll buy a house in a small town-“

“you? settled in a small town? i’m shocked!” you look at him in fake horror, making him roll his eyes, and playfully push you away from him.

“just for that, now i’m not continuing.” he fake pouted and rolled to face away from you.

“okay, okay i’m sorry baby.” you held him from behind now, kissing his cheek. “keep going, please?”

“the small town thing’s for you. so we can live out your crazy, dick van dyke, bewitched, good times, brady bunch, sabrina the teena-“ he started listing all the shows you’ve made him watch.

“okay, i get it! i like a lot of shows, sue me!” you giggle, smushing his face together.

“but yeah we can do all of those things, i mean the bewitched and sabrina one may be kinda hard seeing that you aren’t a witch but, i’ve already got the evil mother-in-law, trying to get rid of me thing going so how far off can it get.” he cheekily said, once he successfully moved your hand, scooting down to lay his head in your lap, as you sat up to lean against the headboard.

“my mother loves you though?” you leaned over him confusedly, purposely not acknowledging the other thing he said.

“yeah i know. i’m talking ‘bout your grandmother, i mean i swear i can feel her burning a hole in the back of my neck whenever i turn away from her.” he winced.

you froze remembering the time he let you put his hair up, and as he walked away from you and your grandmother at the kitchen table, she stared daggers into him until he jumped, swearing that the back of his neck was on fire for a second.

“you’re an idiot.” you laughed nervously, running your fingers through his hair.

“and we can have our own little tabitha too.” he smiled.

“you want kids after we graduate?” you asked incredulously.

“well not just yet, but i’m sure yours can visit.” he nonchalantly said

“mine?”

“yeah, these two!” he exclaimed picking up a framed photo on your dresser of you, el and will before they moved away.

“she can be your tabitha, and he’ll be my all-seeing/knowing son.” he joked, putting the picture back.

it’s scary how accurate he can be sometimes.

as you can tell, eddie wasn’t aware of your family’s… lineage at this point. you wanted to tell him, really you did, but you knew you wouldn’t unless it was absolutely necessary. you’d been involved with the events of the upside down since the year will was taken, in fact that’s how the kids found out. then max found out, robin, and at this point you didn’t want anyone else knowing, even if it was your own boyfriend, in case it put him in danger. that all changed quicker than you thought it would, though.

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saturday, march 22, 1986 | reefer rick’s cabin

after everyone left to follow the cop cars, you volunteered to stay with eddie, and try to console him. so how it turned into a full-blown screaming match, was beyond you.

“so you’re telling me, that you’ve been dealing with shit like this, for three years! three! and didn’t want to tell me?! we’ve been dating for two! which means all those times you blew me off for days on end, was because of this shit?!” he paced around frantically.

“yes, eddie. can you please calm down?!” you sighed.

“calm down?! my girlfriend could’ve died on countless different occasions and you want me to calm down! what, they would’ve just fed me the same bullshit that they did to that one girl’s parents?!

“yes eddie, i do want you to calm down because if you haven’t noticed you’re in hiding! do you want people to hear you?! and nobody would’ve told you anything because i wasn’t and am not going to die!”

“why didn’t you just tell me? is it because you think i’m weak?” he suddenly got offended.

“what? no! eddie, it’s complicated okay! we don’t just go around really telling people about it! they just find out!

he groaned, still pacing around.

“eddie, i’m going to tell you something.”

“oh, now you wanna tell me stuff.” he scoffed, going to sit down on a crate, but before he could it disappeared from under him and he fell to the ground.

“what the hell?” he muttered looking around for it before seeing it sitting at your feet. “how did tha-“

“i don’t appreciate your attitude with me right now.” you pouted, crossing your arms.

“i-i don’t understand how that was just right here- and then.” he stammered

“i’m a witch, eddie.” you sighed, transporting it back to him.

there were a lot of reactions you expected from him at this point, but him laughing hysterically was not one of them. you just stared at him not really knowing what to say. after he stopped, he dragged the crate to where you were standing and sat down on it, sighing he pulled you to sit on his lap.

“you know, out of all the things i’ve heard today that actually makes the most sense.” he whispered, dropping his head on your shoulder.

“really?”

“oh yeah. i mean, i knew those magic tricks had something to them, and wait-“ he cut himself off, looking at you. “does that mean that your family is too?”

“yeah…why?” you asked quietly.

“well then your grandmother makes a whole lot more sense.” he started laughing, remembering all the times he felt like she did something to him, but couldn’t figure out what.

“so. can i show you some things?” you asked hopefully.

“uhh yes? please? i promise i’ll be much more understanding than that stupid darrin!” he urged, referencing bewitched.

you spent the rest of that day, keeping his mind occupied, and away from all the vecna madness.

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march 25, 1986 | hawkins hospital

you walked down the bright hallways, carrying a bouqet of carnations, narrowly avoiding bumping into frantic nurses and families trying to get back to their loved ones. as you stopped outside of the room you were told, you heard the sound of lucas’ voice, reciting stephen king’s “the talisman”.

not wanting to lose your nerve, you quietly knock on the door, entering slowly. lucas and erica looked surprised to see you, being that you had just up and disappeared after max was checked into the hospital.

“hey, guys.” you said quietly, as you walked to max’s bedside and set the flowers, down. looking down at her you brushed some of her hair away from her face, and turned to look at the two.

“are you guys okay? i’m sorry, i haven’t been here.“ your voice cracked as you squeezed lucas’ shoulders and gave erica a hug.

before you could continue, you were cut off by the two tackling you into a hug.

“we’re fine.” erica responded.

“you’re here now.” lucas whispered

“yeah, we didn’t know if you’d ever come back.”

“did they say when she’d wake up?” you asked, looking at max.

“no.” lucas whispered, making eye contact with erica, leaving out the part where the doctors said she might not at all.

“oh, okay. well just call me when she does, i’ll be right over.” you said squeezing them one last time, before heading back towards the door.

“i love you guys, i’ll see you later, okay?” you said, leaving before they could respond.

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you were originally going to go to the high school, and help everyone down there, but instead found yourself driving past it, and a little further into town, where there wasn’t any wreck or openings in the ground. as you drove you looked up at the sky passed the windshield and at the red and black clouds. you were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts, by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

“go away, i don’t want to talk to you.” you sighed, looking away from the woman in the rearview mirror.

“you know we can make this better.” the woman said nonchalantly.

“no, we can’t do anything, so just go away, you’re irritating me.” you started to get annoyed.

“you realize that you just called yourself irritating, right?” she said crossing her arms and smirking.

“yes, i do.”

“you know you’re really self-deprecating now. it’s depressing.” she sighed.

“are you trying to make me feel bad about what i did? because i’ll have you know that i don’t.” you said looking back at her for a second.

she didn’t say anything.

“what do you want?” you said, now whining.

“i want you to let me back in.”

“aww what’s wrong are you lonely?” you joked before straightening up and saying. “absolutely not.”

“do you truly think that separating from apart of yourself was the right thing to do?”

“yes! because you can’t control yourself, and you just fuck everything up!” you yelled.

“we can restore everything.” she said, climbing between the front and passenger seat and into the latter.

“we need to kill vecna.” you responded.

“don’t you deserve a break? all of you? you’re sad and you all deserve to be happy.” she said, repeating something you’d said before.

“don’t twist my words around! okay, i’m not sad, i’m angry! angry that we lost, and angry that i couldn’t do anything about it!” you seethed.

“and we can’t take breaks, you know that. vecna’s gonna strike at any point now, and we need to be prepared.” you tried to calm down, not wanting to crash.

“you can do something about it now, but you’re choosing not to!” she hissed at you.

“you know what! fine, i’ll indulge you. what is this grand plan you have to restore everything. “ you asked faux interested.

“do you trust me?” she asked seriously, ignoring your sarcasm.

“barely.” you said looking over at her again suspiciously before turning your eyes back to the road.

“i guess that works.” she said flippantly before reaching over and covering your eyes.

“what the hell are you doing?!”

“shhh i’m fixing what you won’t, you’ll thank me later i swear. now sleep.”

the last thing you heard was your “doppelgänger’s” chuckles before everything soon went completely dark and silent for you.

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you woke up to a cacaphony of voices above and around you, all echoing and making your head hurt.

“is she breathing? i don’t think she’s breathing!” you heard a muffled voice from next to you.

“steve back up! all she’ll be able to inhale is you, if you don’t give her some space!” another, albeit, clearer voice sounded from behind you. almost like robin?

“her eyes are moving underneath her eyelids, maybe she’s waking up.” you heard… max? say.

you groaned as you finally opened your eyes, before quickly shutting them back, and squinting, trying to get used to the bright light around you.

“i’m okay, but what the hell is happening?” you asked trying to sit up.

“shh it’s okay, we just came in and found you on the ground, then brought you to the couch.” dustin said, trying to calm you down.

“what? dustin i was in my car, and where did you all come from anyways, what are you talking about?”

“we just found you here. your door was wide open and someone could’ve came in and-“ lucas started before being cut off.

“lucas you’re being dramatic.” erica said, making you open your eyes to finally look at the people around you.

“erica shut up!” he hissed back at her.

“okay you two are both being dramatic now!” steve chimed in before everybody started to go back and forth.

as they all started to drown each other out with jabs and insults towards each other, you could only look at one person.

“max? is that you? are you okay?! when did you- when did you wake up?” you asked her all at once, pulling her towards you into a hug.

“umm what are you talking about? how hard did you hit your head?” she asked pulling back to see if she could see if you’d gone crazy.

as you finally took the time to really look at what appeared to be your friends, you realized that something was just off about it. then quickly remembering the last interaction you had.

“shh you’ll thank me later i swear! now sleep.” you remembered the other version of you said, before doing something to you. you quietly gasped realizing that she let herself back in with you and did something drastic, your memories now merging with hers.

all you remembered were glimpses of you going to the middle of town, having some sort of breakdown, yelling something about how much pain you were in before everything went red, then you woke up here.

“babe, are you okay? you’re acting kind of weird.” a voice you never thought you’d hear again, said from your living room doorway.

“eddie?….i-is that really you? are you really here?” you asked quickly standing up, feeling like you were in a whirlwind.

“yeah..? where else would i be? are you sure you’re okay?” he asked holding his hands out for you.

now when eddie saw you slowly walking towards him, he thought you were going to hug him real tight, maybe even kiss him! because for some reason he couldn’t remember the last time you did either of those.

so imagine his surprise when he saw the now enraged look on your face, heard the shouts of protest from your friends, and the last thing he saw was the sight of your fist quickly swinging through the air, and straight into the right side of his jaw, before everything went black.

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a/n : not eddie thinking that shit he pulled would just slip past you 😭 this took me so fucking long i’m actually not alright. i wrote this to try and jumpstart my brain for ideas for “we’re going to summer camp bitches” and my “eddie x 007! reader” works but it really didn’t 😐

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