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Mrs. Freak. Eddie Munson x Reader

Mrs. Freak

Summary: “Can we get a pregnant fic with eddie where the reader is hopper’s child but he doesn’t know about the whole dating eddie things so it’s even more stressing for him when he finds out about the baby and goes for help to Joyce (sorry if it’s confusing). Reader is around 19-20 attending college in another town but still living with El and Hopper.”

(Requested) 

(this one is suitable for younger audiences, but all my work is labeled 18+ and will be titled otherwise if it is suitable for younger audiences to read)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Word count: 2642

Warnings: Reader is hoppers daughter! Fem reader, pregnancy, so much love honestly. ALSO CHRISTMAS

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I tossed and turned in my small bed. In the room I shared with my little sister El. I could hear my dad snoring softly from the couch in the living room. The light from the small fireplace illuminating our small bedroom. Our door constantly open three inches. Dad had still been looking for a house big enough for all of us, including the Byers but it proved to be annoyingly difficult. I wasn’t home often considering I went to college just out of town, and I spent most nights at Eddies, but dad always thought I was just at Steves place or Robins… I had been dating Eddie for almost a year now but still hadn’t told him. Mainly in fear of ruining his reputation as you know the literal sheriff of a tiny town. If word got around that one of his kids was dating the so called ‘freak’ I don’t think it would go well.

I of course, and anyone who knew Eddie, knew he wasn’t a freak… Well maybe a little but he definitely wasn’t evil or murderous like everyone thought he was. He was really just this big goofball. He got a job at the library of my school stacking shelves, and checking in books. Not the job you would expect Eddie 'the freak’ Munson to have, but he wanted to be close to me as much as he could, and plus he got to listen to music all day and not talk to anyone so it was really an ideal situation for him.

I rolled over again, now laying on my back I pulled my blanket down off me past my stomach and lifted up my shirt. Tracing circles along my already showing belly. I had been pregnant for about five months and no one knew apart from Eddie and I. Being twenty one and pregnant wasn’t exactly on my bucket list but with all the shit we’ve been through Eddie and I kind of said 'fuck it’. We’ve literally been to hell and back so I don’t think it was weird of us to chase some sort of normalcy. Eddie almost died two years ago, and I wasn’t going to let anything like that happen again.

My stomach rolled and I giggled softly knowing my tiny little baby in there was flipping around. I could tell it was the baby and not just normal gas because it just felt different. Eddie didn’t believe me when I told him I could feel her so early on but I just knew it was her. The warm nights spent laying on eddies bed while he strummed his guitar next to me, singing softly to my belly, and talking to her, telling her how much her daddy loves her. I felt my heart could actually burst and explode out of my chest into a thousand pieces.

The bed squeaked next to me, and I turned to see El shifting onto her side, while sighing lightly. My heart raced wondering if she had seen me with my belly out smiling at it like a freak. I wanted to tell her, but I didn’t want her to tell Mike, and then have Mike accidentally tell Nancy, and not that Nancy would just spill a secret that wasn’t hers, but how could I expect her to hide that from Johnathan? And Johnathan being my literal step brother, what if he told Joyce? And Joyce would have to tell Dad.

“I already know” El mumbled shifting again. Her eyes opening slightly, she looked at me.

“What? Are you dreaming?” I leaned up looking at her skeptically.

“No (Y/N)” Clicking on the small bedside lamp beside her she sat up in bed.

“What are you talking about?”

“The baby” She stated pointing to my exposed belly and then rubbing her eyes. “Your thoughts are very loud sometimes”

I laughed and threw a small pillow at her. “What did I say about the mind reading!”

She threw the pillow back and laughed. “I can’t help it! I was worried when you kept getting sick, so I just, went into your head”

Shaking my head I pulled my shirt back down over my belly and sat up. Stretching my arms far over my head and groaning when in relief as some of my joints popped in the process. “Don’t tell dad okay?”

She frowned. “Friends don’t lie” She said with a knowing look.

“No they don’t… But sisters do” I gave her a smile and hopped out of bed heading to our shared dresser to get some clothes out.

“When are you going to tell him about Eddie?” she said quietly.

“I’m thinking of tonight… Christmas dinner you know, hand him a gift that says he’s going to be a grandpa, and then just throw in really quick that Eddie is the father”

She scoffed getting out of bed and shoving her feet into tiny pink slippers. “Yeah cause that’s a really good idea”

“I’ll think of something okay, just, keep it a secret for now” I said turning to her with a pleading look.

“Fine” was all she said as she left the room probably to go make some eggos for breakfast. A signature staple food in our house ever since we adopted her when she was like ten. Rummaging  through our dresser I searched for something to wear that would cover my bump well enough. Since I had a few hours to kill before our Christmas dinner/Christmas party I decided to just slip on some black jeans and a thick crewneck sweater over top. I added some thick grey socks and tucked my feet into my winter boots. Into the living room and to our tiny kitchen I grabbed an apple off of the counter. “I’ll see you later dad, I gotta do some last minute Christmas shopping” I leaned over the back of the couch and gave him a quick hug. “Don’t be too late, I don’t want Joyce worrying”

“I won’t!” I shouted closing the door behind me and hopping down the snowy stairs from our house, almost slipping when I got to my car.

Making my way to eddies my teeth were chatter before I even got to his door. My hands shaking as I used the spare key I was gifted and unlocked the door. Stomping my feet lightly on the little mat at the door, attempting to shake off most of the snow before taking my boots off. I creeped into Eddies room, sliding off my jacket and hanging it on the back of his door before slipping into his bed next to him. He stirred quickly.

“Jesus fucking Christ (Y/N) get your hands off me” he said rolling away from me.

“No” I whined. “Warm them for me” I said giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

“Not fair, you know how those eyes get me” He rolled back over to face me, taking both of my hands into his and wrapped his hands tightly around mine. Bringing them up to his lips he blew hot air onto my hands. I hummed and smiled while closing my eyes.

“You still want to tell your dad tonight?” He asked quietly.

“I have to Eddie… I hate lying to him, and now I’ve got El lying for me” I frowned.

“You told your sister?” He said raising his eyebrows.

“She went into my brain, she said she noticed when I kept getting sick and worried about me, and because I was hiding it from everyone she snuck herself into my head and figured it out”

He chuckled lightly. “What a little shit. I like her”

“She likes you too, she won’t admit it, but I think she thinks you’re pretty cool”

“It’s cause I am cool” Eddie said letting go of my hands to place one along my belly. Leaning over to place a kiss to my belly he began whispering. “Don’t let your mom tell you anything different, your dad is super cool, and metal as hell” I rolled my eyes and tugged at his hair lightly making him look up at me.

“Not gunna kiss me?” I said.

“I’ll do more than kiss you if you let me” He said squeezing my sides causing me to laugh, and plastered kisses all over my face.

“As much as I’d love for you to fuck me relentlessly, we have don’t have time. We have to go get something for dad and Joyce”

“I mean I’m sure we have a little time” He mumbled.

“Not today Edward” I said getting up from his bed.

“I hate when you use my full name” he cringed, covering his face with his hands. I took this as an opportunity to ripped the blanket off of him and expose him to the cold air around him. “Up up up!” I yelled clapping. “Can’t wait till we live together and I get to wake you up every morning” I said deviously.

“Yeah you and our kid are gunna be waking me up at the ass crack of dawn to annoy me” He said trying to hide his laugh and began getting up to finally get dressed.

After dragging Eddie from store to store on Main Street we finally decided on a tiny little onesie with a note to dad and Joyce for them to open. Finally leaving Eddie back at his trailer for him to get ready and to show up with the rest of the gang I drove back home to wrap the present and start to get myself ready. I decided on a flowy red dress that hid my bump and added some black nylons underneath. Thick socks so my feet wouldn’t freeze in my boots on the short drive, and again with my winter jacket.

I was nervous on the short drive to the Byers house. Clutching the basket of gifts to my chest. El noticed and went into my head so I could hear her. ’it’ll be fine, you’re an adult, you’re almost going to be living on your own’

I glanced at her briefly and she leaned over to grab my hand. ’it’s dad knowing about Eddie I’m worried about… Not the baby’  

She half smiled and shrugged her shoulders. By the time we got to the house I could tell everyone was there, including Eddie.  

Opening the door the house was loud, it smelted delicious, and it was so warm. “Merry Christmas!” Joyce exclaimed coming to the door. She graciously took the box of presents in my lap and handed them over to Johnathan who went and put them under the tree. Heading into the living room with El trailing behind me I saw everyone. Mike, Max, Dustin, Lucas, Nancy, Steve, Robin, and Eddie. I could tell he was nervous by the way his knee bounced up and down. Saying hello to everyone and giving hugs, and passing 'I missed you more’s’ around I sat next to Eddie and pulled his hand into mine, not shying away from the fact that dad might see. Everyone knew about Eddie and I except for Joyce and dad.

I figured the best way to sort of bring it up without actually bringing it up was putting it out in the open like I was by holding his hand.

Eddie smiled softly and switched which hand was holding mine and put his arm around my shoulders which I gladly leaned into. He kissed me on the top of my head and I heard him quietly say “I love you”

Tilting my head up to look at him I said “I love you too” and leaned up to give him a quick peck on the lips. Glancing around the room briefly I noticed my dads hard eyes staring into me. I blushed and gave him a soft smile that he didn’t return. He just leaned back into his seat and continued to stare at me.

“So hopper, how has Hawkins been since it’s not longer a living hellhole?” Robin asked while popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth. His eyes still on me he answered. “Relaxing honestly, it’s been nice to be able to spend more time with the girls”

I swallowed hard and held eddies hand a little tighter. I knew his gaze was going to be anywhere but in the direction of my father. Clearing my throat I removed my hand from eddies and stood up, smoothing my dress down my thighs as if it was going to make my look more presentable. “Um I just wanted to say something to everyone if that’s okay”

Everyone turned their attention to me in confusion and I felt my stomach flip, but this time I couldn’t tell if it was the baby, or nerves. “We’ve been through a lot together… You could even say we’ve been to hell and back, like literally” A few of them laughed. “So when I tell you this, I know I’ll only have support, because that’s all you’ve ever done for me, for each other. We’ve supported each other, and cared and never judged. Because we’re all misfits, the outsiders, the freaks” I glanced at Eddie. “So dad, and Joyce, I want you guys to open this, together” Reaching down in front of the tree I grabbed the small bag and handed it to them.

It felt like hours had past, as each piece of tissue paper was removed from the bag, the way Joyces hands held the tiny wrapped onesie, and how my dad started opening the card. Joyce leaned onto his shoulder, reading along to the card with him before unwrapping the gift. Holding up the tiny onesie multiple audible gasps were heard. “I know I should have told you sooner, but it wasn’t the pregnancy I was afraid of dad… It was that I’m with Eddie, I don’t want you to hate him, he’s perfect, he’s kind, he’s everything I need and he’s literally the father of your grandchild that’s growing in my stomach as we speak”

I glanced around the room looking at my friends, who were smiling from ear to ear. Some with tears in their eyes, or hands over their hearts, I knew they were happy for me. “Munson told me you two were together” he said.

“What?” I turned to Eddie and his face was bright red.

“I couldn’t keep that part a secret. It didn’t feel right, he’s the sheriff and I wanted his approval”

“Did. D-Did he give it to you?” I said turning back towards my dad, who had a playful smile on his lips. “Did you approve dad?”

“I don’t know” he chuckled. “You tell me” he nodded his head in the direction behind me where when I turned around Eddie was on one knee with a tiny box in his hand.

“Holy fucking shit” I said.

“Language!” Joyce and dad yelled in unison.

“I love you so much (Y/N) and it might be a little early in life to do this, but hey, when have any of us done anything right according to timelines? You’re everything I am, and everything I’m not, you’re the only person I want to spend my life with, well you know minus the kid, I want them there as well, and other kids if we have them, I know this one wasn’t exactly planned but I mean that’s just life right? Nothing really goes to-”

“Munson!” I yelled cutting him off.  

He blushed. “Would you do me the honour of becoming Mrs. Freak” and then the asshole winked at me.

I rolled my eyes and dropped to my knees, cradling his face in my hands and pulling him into a kiss. “I would love nothing more” I said smiling against his lips.

The rest of the night was filled with hands on my belly, guessing the sex, and names we had picked out, exchanging gifts, and just so much love.

𝗴𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 - 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: eddie likes to gossip with you and your friends.

𝗮/𝗻: so i wrote something similar like this with peter parker a while ago but i just like this concept so much and i feel like it fits eddie so i had to do it again 😭 also this is not proofread so pls ignore any errors!!

𝘄/𝗰: 0.6k

it was after school, and you and eddie were chilling at your house since your parents weren’t home yet. he was playing a random song on his guitar and you were on the phone with one of your friends.

“nancy, it gets even juicier, you’re not going to believe it!” you gossip over the phone with your best friend.“amber fucked gabby’s boyfriend!” 

upon hearing you gossiping with your friend, eddie instantly put his guitar down and walked over to you with his jaw dropped, shocked at what he just heard.

“amber fucked gabby’s boyfriend?!” eddie mouthed to you to which you mouthed a quick yes back, giggling at how he was already invested in your conversation.

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This isn't an ask but, lemme just say, I'm in love with your Eddie x Platonic!Experiment! Reader, because before I found it I had been searching for something like this for weeks, and then I come across this blog, when I tell you I SCREAMED. Words cannot describe how happy I was finding this, because I used to fantasize all day about a fic like this, and then I'd be so disappointed when I couldn't find anything relatively close to it. BUT WHEN I FOUND YOUR BLOG I WAS THRILLED! And I just wanna thank you for being such an amazing writer. And not only was it a Platonic fic, (I love Platonic fics so much) THE READER WAS A POC! I just cannot put into words how much happiness your blog brings me and how excited I get when I see a new chapter of the Eddie fic. So in conclusion thank you for being such an amazing writer, I literally feel like you brought me back to life, because without fics like this I was dying out here. Thank you for the happiness you bring me and many others.

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH wow ! that really means alot to me for so many reasons. 1. because i was looking for the same thing for a while as well, and when i realized there really wasn’t any i was like “oh, well i’ll just write it for myself” and then after i wrote it i was like, “well i guess i can post it”

2. that was my first time writing at all, and i was overthinking pretty much everything about it, so i’m SO happy that you liked it !

3. i’m so happy you like platonic readers too! also i understand the excitement for seeing x poc reader fics. as a poc, i’ve noticed such a LACK, in fics for us. and even though some non-poc writers try to write to be inclusive, sometimes they kind of slip up, and will put something in their content that alludes to not specifically a white reader, but usually a lighter toned reader. and honestly when i was writing i slipped up a few times as well, sometimes putting in words that would make someone visualize a black reader, and had to do some research. i originally was going to make it x black reader, but then i thought “well, even though there’s nothing wrong with that, i’d be more comfortable if any poc that comes across this story could read it and be able to visualize it as themselves.” 

but yeah, i certainly didn’t expect anyone to even read it at all, so the fact that i’ve gotten comments like this just makes my heart go 🤍😻🤍😻🤍😻🤍😻.

and i will now continue writing the season 3 chapter just for you because, this just gave me the motivation to continue that too!

also you guys can send requests 🤭

Eddie black girlfriend doing his hair in front of the group

he’s sat between your legs on the floor next to erica bc you’re doing her hair next. and y’all are all just talking amongst each other. i feel like max is glancing at the two of you a lot because she secretly wants to ask you to redo her plats or something like that. steve is lowkey taking notes his damn self. and eddie is just in the most relaxed state, head loosely bobbing to the way you’re moving him around.

“lucas run in the bathroom and grab the heat protectant and flat iron for erica.”

and he’s got this irritated yet confused look on his face cause he’s literally furthest from the bathroom, “why can’t she get it, it’s for her and she’s right there?” he throwing his hands around dramatically.

“she told you to get it nerd.” erica’s smirking as she watches her brother stomp across y’all.

robin’s head is on your shoulder watching the tv before peering down at the product you’re adding in eddie’s hair, “can you do mines too? i haven’t done it in days.”

and now you’re irritated cause suddenly everyone wants their hair done or refreshed but it’s fun bonding time so you do it anyways!

scream my name - eddie munson

plot: you, eddie's precious angelface, are the lead singer of his favourite black metal band. and a chance meeting after your concert might pave the way for his dreams about you to become real.

cws: metalhead!reader, gn pronouns, blood, mentions of perfomatory self-mutilation, smoking, cigarettes, light sexual innuendos, no spoilers

wc: 1.7k

It's a wonder Eddie could even make his way through the crowd in the first place. The pit had been insane, and the performance itself was stellar--he loves your band as a whole, but his love for you is a lot deeper than that.

You're the poster child for the whole group. Not only are you unsettlingly pretty for the leader of a black metal band, but you're the one that's constantly coming up with new ideas for the shows, and if he hasn't seen them in person, you can damn sure bet he's heard the stories and forced the people telling them to retell them as many times as he can manage.

You've done the classics, smashing your guitars on stage and splintering the pieces across the crowd, but you moved on pretty quickly from that. Then it started getting even more intense--you've done everything from orchestrating stage fire to performing with barbed wire wrapped around your legs and tied down to the stage. Fans have told stories about your scars, about how you've even slit your hand open and got someone in the crowd to drink your blood, and Eddie wishes it could've been him. He's not sure if that one is true, but that hasn't stopped him from dreaming about it when he lays back in bed and blasts your music as he smokes and....does other things.

So to be in the audience for your shows is like…it's a spiritual experience. He's still in awe of it now, as people filter out while still cheering your name, but it dawns on him soon that since he's so close to the stage it's gonna take a pretty long time for him to get out and get going home–the drive here was long, and the drive back to Hawkins is gonna feel even longer so late at night. Lucky for him, his thief's eye catches sight of an unguarded door by the stage, and when he gets to the edge of the crowd he darts inside and lets it close behind him. Knowing venues like this, there's always a back door to get out into the alleyway. But once he makes it down the corridor lit by flickering fluorescent lights and turns the corner, he's taken by surprise by what, at first, he assumes is a security team.

But then, he sees you. Your bandmates are milling about ten feet further down near the real back door, but you're leaning against a doorframe that presumably leads to the lower area of the stage, taking a puff of your dwindling cigarette and staring off into the distance. And you're still covered in blood from the performance, the abundance of black leather in your outfit stained and crackly with what he only now realizes is most definitely real blood, so Gareth can shove his theory of you using the fake stuff up his ass. Your gimmick this time was to be showered by a waterfall of blood as you played your last set, and it had been glorious, the blood splashing all over the audience and making them look like a red sea of bodies as they sang along. So fucking cool, and he's fairly certain he at least got a little bit in his hair from where he had been standing himself.

But now, seeing you alone here, his first thought is to back away before he gets tackled by a bodyguard or something–but then your eyes meet, and to his absolute shock, you smile at him and wave him over.

"Heya, sweetheart. You liked the show?"

His steps are light, quick, but nervous. He's almost afraid to get within five feet of you, but the rest of your band don't bat an eye at him as he gets close enough to touch you. Eddie stares for a good, long few seconds just taking you in before he realizes that you asked him a question, and hurries to answer it.

"Loved it, I fucking loved it! It was…it was amazing. You're amazing."

Eddie breathes, barely able to comprehend the fact that you're even standing in front of him. You flick your cigarette butt away, your eyes never leaving his.

"Fuck yeah. I like to hear it."

God, your confidence is fucking hot. His crush on you isn't anything new to his friends and to anybody he can get to listen to your music, but those feelings flutter even more now that he's face to face with you. It's like he's falling in love all over again, the first time being when he heard your voice and saw you live on stage at his first concert of yours.

"I think I saw you cheering in the crowd, actually. I recognize the shirt."

You gesture towards the Hellfire logo with your curious eyes following suit, and he proudly sports a toothy grin before holding it out straight by the bottom, so you can get an even better look.

"Like it?"

"I love it. Very metal. What's your name, baby?"

Ohhhh, he just died. He might already be dead. He'd be happy dying right now, hearing the most metal person he's ever met calling him metal, and with a bit of stumbling over his words he manages to string together the letters of his own name. Luckily he hasn't forgotten.

"Eddie, huh?"

The way his name leaves your mouth, it's like…it's hard to explain. It's like hearing a voice in the summer breeze and turning around to find nobody there. It's enchanting.

"That's a nice name, sweetheart. Rhymes with a lotta stuff. Bet it would make for some good lyrics."

He's so entranced by you, your blood-covered face smeared in a thick layer of black makeup, that the pack of cigarettes and your signature lighter practically materialize in your hands. You pop one out with a smack and pull it out the rest of the way with your teeth, and when you gesture towards him with the rest, he quite happily follows suit and does the same to your obvious entertainment, if your grin when he does so is anything to go by. The box disappears back into your jacket, and you light the stick hanging out of your mouth with a flourish–and instead of lighting his the same way, you lean in and hover the end of your cigarette against his until it flickers into a flame. Fucking mercy.

"You wanna come to the afterparty, Eddie? Be my plus one?"

There's not even an ounce of a cough when you take a puff, the drag slow and smooth as you evaluate him for his answer. But not in the way that people at school around town often will–your stare is inquisitive, interested, and he can't sense any judgement from you even with your playful tone. You well and truly seem like a cool, relaxed person, so it makes it even less believable that he's actually being asked what he thinks he's being asked.

"Are you–are you serious?"

Your laughter comes as a surprise, and for the second that he thinks you really are just yanking his chain, he's still too in awe to think about anything but how much different it sounds. Your laugh is sweet and infectious, totally unlike the gritty, scream-filled songs that tear out of your lungs onstage.

"Serious as a heart attack. Don't have one, though--you're too cute to die."

You wink at him, your cigarette dangling as you reach into your back pocket and pull out a black handkerchief. With a couple wipes the dried blood comes off your cheeks and your forehead for the most part, leaving behind only streaks and crusted over bits around your hairline, along with smudging your makeup even more than it already was from your sweat. On anyone else it might be gross, but on you, it looks hot.

"Eddie, I don't invite just anyone. You're the first person to pique my interest in a while, and I wanna get to know you better. Maybe we can, y'know….collaborate."

The way that word flutters off your tongue makes him fidget and suck hard on his cigarette, his iconic rings twisting and tinging together so lightly that he would assume nobody would notice–but you do, and your gaze drops down…and stays down.

"Shit, I'll bring my guitar!"

"Oh, you play? Even better."

It takes him a second to understand what you're insinuating, and when he does, you turn your eyes back up and giggle at how red his face is getting. He just has to take another puff from his cig to try and hide his face in a cloud of smoke, but it's a feeble attempt at best.

You're so different from Hawkins, from everything about Hawkins. You're cool and you're hot, yes, but you're also just…special. You had every right to stomp on him or flat-out kick his ass to the curb, but you seem so interested and he can tell that you genuinely enjoy listening. For a lead singer, you seem to be much more of a listener than a talker. And you're just so kind, and unapologetic, and he thinks he's in love. He is in love. This has to be what it feels like, because he can't imagine anything feeling any better than this.

But as you're sharing a contemplative and almost romantic gaze, both your heads swivel at the sound of your manager, with a deep and crackly smoker's voice, barking at you to get yourself and your gear outside and into the van.

"Cool your ass, dickhead! C'mon, Eddie. Let's go, yeah?"

A little irritated that you have to throw away your cigarette without finishing it, you drop it to the ground and crush it with a black boot while Eddie does the same…and silently wishes it was him underneath your heel. You kick off the doorway you've been leaning on and the two of you head down the corridor towards the open door, a spray-painted hippie van idling while your mates pile their gear inside. And before you get there he feels a brush against his hand, and looks down to see you sliding your own inside his to squeeze it. It sends a fluttering feeling into his heart, and the sensation drops right into his groin when you lean over to whisper into his ear.

"Good boy. I can't wait to hear you sing for me."

eddie probably moves around in bed so much to the point where you fall out of bed almost every other night

just gotta write a blurb about this.

you love your metalhead boyfriend. you love his big doe eyes, and his rings, his badass hair, and his taste in music, the way he loves music. but god. if you hated one thing about him. it was the way he slept.

it came to a point you found it normal to be hanging off the bed or on the ground. or him right ontop of you like you were a body pillow. people think the marks on your bodies are from constant sex? no its from being beat up in your sleep.

and he feels so BAD.

you were watching your boyfriend snore softly, hair covering majority of his face and the rest stuffed into the pillow. you grinned as you swept some of his hair behind his ear. and he unconsciously smiled softly at the action.

this was the only part of falling asleep with him that you liked. the first hour. where he was still and quiet. he was a pretty sleeper too. you thanked god that there was a window right over the headboard, so the moonlight was able to shine right on him.

you could look at him from this angle forever.

until BWAM-

you let out a loud cry as you felt like the motherfucking moon had hit you right in the nose and eyes. this woke eddie up in a instant and he jolted up. he saw you on your knee's ass up and back arched, holding the bridge of your nose as your forehead was digging into the pillow. your hair curtaining in your face, "eddie what the fuck!"

"w-what did i do?!" he crawled over to you putting a hand on your back. "y/n!"

"broke my damn nose!" you groaned rocking back and forth and you could hear him cuss repeatedly.

"i'm sorry--i'm so so sorry--i love you. i'm so sorry. let me see..!" you slowly sat on your knee's and faced eddie. he cupped your face, wiping the tears that streamed out of your face with his thumbs, some of them simply from the impact of the hit. your nose was bleeding like crazy and start to bruise. you couldnt help but laugh at his reaction.

"dont worry, i dont think it's broken." you laughed eyelashes soaked with tears.

"we're taking you to the er." he said simply rolling off the bed with a loud thud, almost breaking the lamp from turning it on so aggresivley and pulling on some pants.

"with what money?" you scoffed putting a hand to your bloody nose that throbbed a bit.

"actually a few months ago a law was passed that, requires anyone who visits the er to be treated regardless of their financial issues." he said jumping a bit to pull on some pants and you snorted. "why are you laughing?! you're in critical condition right now!"

"...i love you." you laughed

i’m living for nancy’s coaching 😭

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you stay away from fluffy!” is crazy 😭😭

“You’ll Always Be Freaks"

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader. (Plus Size Reader)

Word count: About 2150 words.  

Warnings: 18+, some crying, mention of a bite wound, talking about sacrificing children and cats, feeling of being kidnapped, and some sexual speak between adults but nothing major. I believe that’s all. 

Requested by:  missfangirl-slightly-obsessive 

Summary: Plus size fem!reader and boyfriend Eddie take reader’s little sister trick-or-treating and happen to run into Jason Carver. Teasing of Jason, making his mind spin as the two decide to mess with his head. 

Author’s note: I hope you enjoy this, I wanted to create a scenario for you for the kind of imagine you wanted and hope you enjoyed the one I created. I hope I wrote everything you were looking for! I had fun coming up with this idea!   missfangirl-slightly-obsessive

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The wind was blowing making it a chilly Halloween evening. You and Eddie were walking along the sidewalk, leaves crunching under your feet as your little sister ran ahead. “Thank you for doing this with me Eddie,” you smiled, your eyes wandering away from your black converse. Eddie’s eyes twinkled as they met yours, “No worries (Y/N), this is just practice for when we have our own.” He teases, giving your shoulder a little nudge. Laughing, you knock your shoulder back against his. “Oh is it now?” You smirk, eyes full of love for the long haired boy as your little sister runs back from the decorated house.

“(Y/N) look they gave me a full-size candy bar!” Your little sister reveals excitedly. Turning towards her you saw in her little fingers a full-size Reese’s.  Squatting down, you ruffle her hair happy to see her so excited. “That’s awesome kiddo, and you got a good one too!” You smile, making her eyes light up. “There was so many, I didn’t know what to pick!” She tells you as Eddie squats down next to you. Motioning with his finger he tells her to move towards him. Curiously the little girl takes a step forward as Eddie looks around. Leaning closer he whispers, “How about we get these next couple of houses then I can take you to the houses that have more of those?” He offers, acting like he’s sharing top secret information.

“Really? There’s more?” She asks, jumping up her little hands grabbing his shirt.  Eddie’s big brown eyes look at her as he nods. “Tons more, you’ll get so many you won’t have to buy candy all year,” He tells her, giving her a poke on the nose with his finger. Giggling she nods, “Okay, lets go there.” Letting go of his shirt she runs off to the next house, eager to get to the land that carried full-sized candy bars.

“You’re cute, you know that?” You smile as Eddie wraps his arm around you while you two follow the little witch. “Really? I thought you were with me because I was weird?” He jokes, kissing your temple. “Nah Munson it’s because you’re cute.” You grin, pulling his lips to yours as his hand slips into your back pocket. You give him a stern look as he smiles sheepishly. “My hand’s cold and your thighs carry warmth. Chuckling, you shake your head. "Whatever Eddie.”  

The little girl was full of excitement hopping out of Eddie’s van, ready to gain a pile of full sized candy bars like Eddie had promised.  She had never really been on this side of Hawkins before, all the nice houses were fully decorated in spirt of the holiday. You smile at the little girl, thinking back to when you were her age. You too didn’t come to this side often, but for a different reason. You’ve always been on the heavier side of the scale so your parents would avoid taking you here in hopes of sparing you a few pounds.

Sighing, you look at the little girl who was nothing like you. You were happy you got to be the one to take her out tonight. You didn’t know if your parents would of been fair to her, you knew they were worried about her looking like you. But you weren’t going to stop her from having fun because of their irrational fears. “Here’s what we are gonna do little one, we are going to start here then make our way down ending at this house right by the van okay?” You tell her, pointing at the house. She nods understanding, “This house will be the last one?” She asks, pointing back to make sure. “Correct, now go get some candy.” You laugh, pushing her towards the first home.

“Think we are going to see anyone from school?” Eddie asks as you two stroll behind your sister. You shrug, looking around. “Maybe, but there’s that Halloween party going on so maybe not.” You remind him, watching your sister line up behind all the other little monsters. If you were being honest with yourself,  you didn’t even know who lived over here from school. “That’s right, the infamous Halloween party, you trying to crash it later?” The rocker asks, raising an eyebrow. Shaking your head you nudge him slightly. “No, I was thinking about maybe stopping by to see Steve and Robin and then going back to your place to watch some movies.” You tell him suggestively, wrapping your arms round his neck. You two stopping in place while the little girl waits in line. “I’ll dress up for you,” You whisper onto his lips just inches away as Eddie’s eyes darken.

“I’m defiantly down for that than a party any night,” He smirks, pressing his lips against yours. Little feet approach you two as your bodies pull apart. “Gross, kisses.” Your sister gags, motioning towards the next house. “Let’s just get through this Munson.” You laugh, pulling him down the side walk, hands intertwined. Both of you smiling at the little girl eager to see what awaits her behind the door after already having got another great treat.

The little witch managed to get a pretty awesome collection of candy as she worked her way through the neighborhood. Her bag looked like she had robbed the gas station down the street.  Glancing at your watch you realized it was about 8:30 while you three walked towards the last house. With it only being 30 minutes till trick-or-treating was over, you figured it would be alright to just head back home after finishing the neighborhood. Lifting your head up you make eye contact with her, notifying her. “After this we’re going home okay?” She nods in response as she runs towards the long line of kids waiting for their next treat.

Eddie had been enjoying the night with the two of you, loving the little conversations you two had. He knew that you didn’t get the same attention growing up, and it wasn’t fair. Your size didn’t matter, you were healthy. You didn’t let it affect you though and he loved how hard you tried to protect your sister from your parents thinking. Pulling himself out of his thoughts he turns towards you. “Now this is not how I thought I would spend my Halloween, but it has been fun.” Eddie admits, wrapping his arm around your waist. Your eyes light up under the moonlight smiling slightly as you leaned forward. “Just wait, it’s gonna get more eventful big boy.” You whisper into his ear, smirking deviously. “I know and I can’t wait, but I would be happy even if the night ended here.” He grins as you smile back. Leaning towards him you go to kiss the boy, so thankful he was in your life.

The interaction got cut though as a Jason Carver walked out of his house to see the school’s freaks in his yard. “Hey freaks! What the fuck are you doing outside my house?” Jason spits, both of you pulling apart at the interaction. Groaning internally you thought of course Jason lived here while he watched you two in disgust. Eddie was ecstatic though, ready for the night to gain a little spice. “Just having some Halloween fun of course.” Eddie smirks pulling away from you. Both of the boys blood starts to boil as they take each other in.

Jason looks you up and down, judging you as Eddie kept his arm around your waist. “Piggy here had to try to get some candy huh?” Jason sneers at you causing your jaw to clench in response. He was always making comments on your figure. He even said once you wouldn’t be a freak if you “took care of yourself.” And that hell you would probably actually be “kind of hot.” Glancing at the door behind him you see his mom passing out candy with his little brother, sparking an idea. “You know what taste better than candy Jason?” You ask him, taking a step towards him as Eddie’s hand drops to his side. Jason shakes his head in response as you laugh. “Children. And you know if my memory serves correct you have a little brother right?” Your voice taunts making Jason’s stance loosen.

Eddie watched as you teased Jason, knowing you were pushing his buttons. “You stay away from him you freak!” He yells making Eddie chuckle as he figured he better join in on this act. “Nah baby we wouldn’t want him, he would taste too bitter.” Eddie reminds you, leaning against his van which was parked next to him. Nodding, you turn to look at him as he sends you a wink, before turning back towards Jason.

Jason’s mind was racing, wondering if you freaks were actually looking for a child. “Oh that’s right, we want someone a little sweeter, like a little girl.” Jason gulps watching you rub your hands together. Looking over his shoulder you see your sister approaching. “I think I just found the perfect little witch too,” You wink at Jason.

Moving forward you run right past Jason dodging his grip, scooping your little sister into your arms. “I agree baby I think that’s the one.” Eddie laughs, hearing the little girl shriek. Your little sister was excited, thinking you were playing a game. The little girl let you hold her sideways as you start to move towards the van. Jason who had been frozen in place from fear runs towards you causing Eddie to pull off of the van, ready to fight him if needed.

Jason couldn’t sit here and watch you take this kid, he knew you and the rest of hellfire would sacrifice her under the darkness of the night. He felt like he was being heroic helping the child. “Put her down you monster!” He shouts grabbing your sister’s arm as he rips her out of your grasp. Breathing heavily, he keeps his eyes on you, wrapping his arm around the little girl thinking he was her savior.

But your little siter was your sister, she was terrified not knowing who Jason was or why he pulled her away from you. Tears formed in her eyes as she looked between you two thinking he was trying to take her away like the bad men she had been warned about. Glancing at the arm in front of her, she bites down hard causing a scream out of Jason as he pulls his arm back. Letting go of the little girl, he cusses under his breath. Running into your arms she cries into your waist. “I want to go home (Y/N)” She sniffles, tears staining her cheeks. “Eddie get her into the van please,” You ask the rocker, feeling bad for having pulled her into this mess.

Jason stood in front of you examining his arm, worried about how it would look at the party. “Should of known she was your sister, the little freak broke through skin!” He cusses, placing his hand around the wound. Shaking your head you tell him, “Yeah well I think you deserve it Carver.” You laugh, hands in your jacket pocket.

“Yeah well you’re all freaks, and now leave before I call the cops.” He tells you, sticking his finger out towards the van. Eddie had stepped out of the van after making sure your sister knew she was safe and about to go home. “We’re gonna go, but be warned Carver the night is still young.” Eddie chuckles, wrapping his arm around your torso. Glancing at him you watch as he eyes land on the white cat in the window. “Yeah, I would be down for some cat instead.” You warn Jason as the two of you turn towards the van.

“You stay away from Fluffy!” He cries, horrified because he didn’t know what to think. You guys played the satanic game, and openly admitted to being in a cult named hellfire. You two had to be evil right? Hearing him cry out causes a loud laugh to come out of your chest when you reach the passenger door, you two were defiantly messing with his head. “No promises Jason.” You tell him, pulling your fingers behind your head into little devil horns. Giving him a wink you open the van door.

Driving away you hear a muffled “You’ll always be freaks!” causing a small giggle to slip from your lips. “You’re my freak,” Eddie smiles, lifting your hand up to his lips giving it a small kiss. “And you’re mine,” you smile softly in return. Turning towards your sister you see her sound asleep in the back, opened Reese’s in hand, tired out from all the activities, “Well tonight has already been pretty eventful, but like you said the night is still young.” You laugh turning back towards Eddie.

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Finding the Truth: part four

Synopsis: Christmas is around the corner, and Eddie is trying to ask a very important question. The Wiggles are metal. 

TW/Warnings: none, just fluff and domestic shit

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