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Moonstruck - Part 3

Eddie Munson x Reader

Series Summary: Eddie knew he was doomed the moment his eyes landed on you and his heart jumped in his chest. You, princess of Hawkins High, one of the most popular and beloved girls of the school, with perfect grades and perfect charisma; and the daughter of Hawkins chief of police.

A/N: This part ended up so much bigger than I intended; but anyway, it's cute, it's relationship progress and what happens here was kind of the idea that made me start this little series.

Masterlist | Read Part 2 here

Eddie became a regular part of your day. For more than two weeks now, your routine has been intertwined with his. It started with small meet-ups before and after school, to talk about least liked teachers and upcoming tests. Eddie waits for you on the outskirts of the parking lot every day; away from prying eyes, yet you always know where to find him, and he always has the most adorable little smile on his face when he sees you coming to him.

Sometimes, you're even able to get a hold of him during lunch, you'll find him sitting by the lonely picnic table in the woods, taking a break from the other students. He seems surprised every time that you seek him out, his brown eyes following your every move until you settle beside him. The conversations are always easy, Eddie never makes you feel like you need to be anything other than yourself.

One detail still keeps you up at night, though. Eddie doesn't allow you to find him inside the school. He refuses to be seen with you during classes or inside the school's hallways. The only hint of your relationship whenever there are other people around are the shy, barely-there smiles he gives to you when you accidentally pass by each other. No one else sees, he makes sure of it.

You questioned him once about it, and you'd never seen him so nervous.

He'd mumbled something like; "don't wanna put a target on your back, sweetheart. It's better this way."

You were tired of telling him you couldn't give two shits about what other people would say. He'd smile, reach out gently to touch you in some way, and say he knows that.

As much as you wanted to tear away that image of himself that people forced inside his head, you'd give him time, be there whenever he was ready.

"So are you two like… Me and Mike?" Eleven's voice brought you back to your room, to the present.

Her question made you fiddle with the shirt you just folded. Tucking it inside your wardrobe, you turned to her, who was sitting on your bed watching you sort out the freshly dried clothes.

"No it's- it's not like that, El. You and Mike are a little bit more than me and Eddie." You pushed away the remaining pile of clothes, sitting beside her on your bed.

Eleven pursed her lips in thought. "But when I ask about him, you seem happier. More than with your other friends."

You sighed, finding the faded flowers on the comforter of your bed quite interesting to look at. "Yeah, that's one way of seeing things."

"He makes you happy then?" Eleven raised her eyebrows.

"I guess he does." You could feel heat creeping up your neck.

Your sister was catching up on things much faster than you'd like. "What about him is different?"

You knew what she was doing, a classic move of making you talk about the person you may or may not have a crush on until you dug a hole for yourself all on your own. Yet, when the matter was Eddie, you couldn't help but relent.

"He's fun, always making me laugh. And I guess he makes me feel comfortable, he's also one of the sweetest people I know, unlike the other guys back in school who I can't stand. And… He has really pretty eyes."

The last part slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself, your eyes shot up quickly towards your sister; only to see her already grinning at you.

"Girls," Hopper opened your bedroom door in a swift motion, making you jump slightly and Eleven turn around in the bed to look at him. "Dinner's ready."

He left, and you let you a frustrated sigh, falling back into your bed.

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You kissed your dad goodbye and closed the car's door with a thud. The day was cloudy today, there was a cold breeze flowing. Holding onto the backpack strap over your shoulder, you took steady steps through the middle of the parking lot, hearing the chief's car speeding off in the distance.

Leaves from the trees around the school grounds were flowing with the wind; you found Eddie leaning against a tall, lean tree. He wore his black leather jacket with a red plaid shirt underneath. It suited him. His hair was almost as wild as the brown and green leaves falling around him.

He perked up when his eyes landed on you. A small, timid smile made its way through.

"How you always manage to arrive earlier is beyond me." You raised an eyebrow, closing the distance between you two. Letting go of your backpack, you opened your arms in a silent invitation.

Eddie avoided your eyes for a millisecond, pushing himself away from the tree. "The secret is; not sleeping." He brought you into the hug you offered him every morning, arms carefully going around your waist in a familiar hold.

He never held on too tight, never held on for too long. You never said anything, squeezing him enough for the both of you.

You pulled away, hands resting on his shoulders. "You're not serious."

He squinted his eyes playfully, "I guess we'll never know."

Reaching down, you slung the backpack over your shoulder again. You hooked your free arm around Eddie's, sneakily dragging him towards the school. "I can't say much, though. Spent almost the whole night on that cursed chemistry assignment, no wonder we got so much time to get it done."

Eddie could feel his body covered in goosebumps at the way you insisted on having him close. Your arm resting around his, bodies pulled together as you walked. It's been weeks and his heart still thundered like crazy only thinking about it, let alone feeling you. He figured he'd never truly get used to this kind of high.

"Um about that, I've actually been meaning to ask," he glanced over at you to see you already looking up at him; eyes shining and making his throat close around his own words. "… If you're- if you're done with that book, by any chance?"

You frowned, trying to think back on what book he might be talking about.

"The chemistry one I got for you in the library." Eddie clarified.

It was as if a lightbulb was turned on inside your head. You came to a stop, automatically dragging Eddie to a stop as well. "Eddie, don't tell me that's what you were after that day."

Eddie chuckled, he kicked a pebble that was stuck under his sneakers. "Kind of, yeah."

Unceremoniously, you hit his arm, albeit lightly. "Why didn't you say anything? I only needed a few sentences from that." You shook your head, gently scolding him and his lack of communication. "Will you even have enough time to complete your assignment?"

Playing with your fingers that still rested comfortably against his arm, Eddie cocked his head to the side in a way that shouldn't be as adorable as it was. "Don't sweat it, sweetheart. I'll make it work, promise."

His cheeky grin took away a little bit of your worry. The nickname he insisted on calling you never failed to spring butterflies inside your stomach.

"Alright, if you say so." You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought of an idea. "Can you pass by mine tomorrow to pick it up? Maybe we can hang out after, it'll be Saturday anyway."

Eddie's mouth hung open but no words came out. You wanted to hang out with him? Outside of school?

He didn't realize he was still fidgeting with your fingers until you gently held onto his own. He gulped, lips tilting up in timid happiness and not thinking too much before saying; "sure, we can do that."

"Perfect." You smiled brightly, pulling him once again forwards to continue walking.

Eddie forced his knees to work, his chest feeling warm and fuzzy inside in a way that was completely new to him. However, he came to an abrupt stop when he noticed you had already left the parking lot, and a few gazes were already glued to the both of you. Furrowed eyebrows, lips turned in something akin to disgust and whispered comments amongst the few students around you.

"Shit, I just remembered," Eddie spoke quickly, untangling his arm from yours against his will. "I forgot to grab something from my van, you go ahead, yeah? We'll meet later."

You groaned, a frustrated sigh escaping you. Almost. "Eddie…"

"Promise." He traced an 'x' over his heart. "I'll find you."

And then he was off, leaving you to watch as dark brown curls bobbed up and down as he ran.

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First period was as boring as you expected it to be, you were looking forward to just grabbing your lunch and giving your mind a break from all the studying.

Chrissy and Allison, your friends from the cheer team, walked alongside you as you entered the lunchroom. Most students were already occupying the several tables, which were mostly divided into groups. Nerds, party animals, jocks, and so on.

You picked up a tray containing today's boring lunch and sat down at the table, the one filled with white and green colors from the school's basketball team.

Taking a bite from the triangular sandwich, you scanned the big room in search of a certain pair of chocolate brown eyes. You found his usual table, Gareth, Dustin, and Mike talking loudly amongst themselves; undoubtedly about an upcoming campaign. But Eddie was nowhere to be seen.

About two minutes passed, you were sipping on your not-so-hot hot chocolate when you heard the argument.

You got up from your seat to look at the other end of the room. Your blood started to boil when you caught sight of Eddie with Jason holding him by the collar of his jacket. You didn't even have time to put down your plastic cup before making your way toward the two.

"You say that one more time, freak," Jason growled, shaking Eddie with a tight grip on his jacket.

"What? How you play a stupid game of tossing balls into laundry baskets and call it professional?" Eddie chuckled, even if his voice wasn't as steady as he wanted it to be. His eyes briefly caught on with your distant figure moving closer. He cursed under his breath.

"I'd beat the shit out of you if we weren't in school right now," Jason said through gritted teeth. He slightly loosened his grip on Eddie, a wicked smile slowly creeping on his face; "and if it wasn't a complete waste of my time. Because that's all you'll ever be, won't you? A complete waste of time and space."

He said the last words pointedly, making Eddie flinch with each one.

"Even your delinquent parents couldn't stand you, isn't that why they left?"

Eddie's breath got stuck in his throat, he furrowed his brows at the words that were now tightly squeezing his chest.

Jason's smile widened with the reaction. "Yeah, I've heard what happened. You were too much of a freak even for them," he said lowly.

With a sharp grip, Eddie ripped Jason's hands away from him; turning around and all but running towards the exit. The first tear fell down his cheek just as the doors closed behind him.

Grinning to himself, Jason turned around, only to bump straight into you.

With a fake startled gasp, the remaining hot chocolate you were holding in your cup started to stain Jason's white jacket. Brown mixing with the team's colors for what would probably be a permanent stain. Poorly hidden chuckles could be heard from the students around you.

"Oh," you innocently raised your gaze to his face, which was already red in anger; "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." You said to him with an obvious pout, dropping the plastic cup on his feet.

Jason opened his mouth to speak, but you didn't let him. "Out of my way, you piece of shit." You shoved him forcefully, making him back away into the small puddle of spilled beverage.

You didn't look back as you walked the same path Eddie did, only being able to hear the lunchroom being filled with laughter.

Leaves crushed beneath your feet as you walked, the many trees around you making the air slightly colder.

It was no surprise to you when you found him there. His back turned to you as he sat on top of the lonely picnic table, his head on his hands and the black leather jacket discarded beside him.

"Thought I might find you here." You announced your presence, walking the rest of the way to Eddie.

He dug his fingers through his hair, but other than that, there was no reaction.

You stepped up on the bench, picking up his jacket and laying it on your lap to sit beside him. Your shoulder brushed his; you kept your eyes up, watching the way the green of the trees met the blue of the sky.

After a minute passed, Eddie sighed. "Yeah, hiding, that's all I know how to do apparently."

Your gaze moved to him, watching the way he was hunched over, trying to make himself smaller. "That's not true, Eddie."

He mulled over your words, still refusing to look up at you. Part of him was scared of what he may see in your eyes now. He wasn't surprised that this was the feeling twisting inside his guts. That he was scared that sooner or later you'd see him just like everybody else does.

That you'd leave, just how everybody else seems to. Good things don't happen to freaks like him. Sooner or later, you'd go.

Eddie wasn't ready. "You're the best part of my day." The words rolled off his tongue on their own, through a quiet tone that broke in the middle.

You heard them, feeling your heart oozing red. Your hand gravitated towards his own almost instantly, closing around his surprisingly warm fingers.

"I'm not like them… I'm not." His head turned towards you as he spoke pointedly, trembling fingers messing with your own in a motion you were starting to associate with nervousness. If Jason knew the fame that followed the Munson name, you probably did as well.

He shrugged his shoulders, it was more of a defeated gesture than anything else. A tear dropped from his chin to your hand. He grimaced at the wet stain. "Don't wanna lose us." He choked out.

There was no immediate reaction, with the way your chest was hurting for him. Eddie's sentences were out of place, thrown out in the open in what you assumed was the only way he knew how to express them. They brought a lump to your throat all the same.

You intertwined your fingers with his, dropping your head on his shoulder to plant a kiss on the plaid shirt. "What he said… You know it's not true right?"

He didn't answer, and your heart bled a little more.

You pursed your lips, closing your eyes briefly before talking. "I know you're not like your parents, Eddie."

He finally met your eyes, his chocolate brown orbs were shining brightly under the soft sunlight, courtesy of unshed tears. You smiled through tears of your own. "You show it to me every day, by being so caring, gentle, fun and so goddamn lovable you make me never wanna leave your side."

Eddie let out a teary chuckle, bringing your intertwined hands to his lips. He placed a kiss on each of your knuckles, part of him wishing you'd understand the unsaid words. I'm falling for you more every day.

"You have such a pure heart, I'm sorry your parents didn't get to see that," you breathed out. Letting go of his hand, you brought your hand up to his cheek; before threading your fingers through his hair, watching closely how his eyes closed in bliss and then pulling him in for an embrace.

For the first time, Eddie held on to you as if his life depended on it. Bringing your body flush to his with his arms around your waist. He sucked in a breath and let out a long, relieved sigh against your neck; as if tasting fresh air after a long time without it.

"You're too good for me." He mumbled.

"That could never be true." You promised.

The school bell forced you two apart. As you got up and down from the table, you made sure to put on Eddie's black leather jacket over your team uniform.

His cheeks became impossibly redder as he watched you do it, already engraving the image in his mind forever.

You extended your hand for him to take, a silent request he was all too familiar with.

Eddie hesitated. You closed the gap anyway, albeit giving him enough time to say no if he really wasn't ready.

You guided him through and out of the woods, your hand firmly clasped to his.

You walked past the parking lot. Your thumb tracing the back of his hand and your shoulder bumping into his felt like the rhythm of his favorite song.

You walked past the school's doors, some heads turned, gazes lingered on the two of you, and Eddie felt like a celebrity. Your hand never let go of his. Steady, secure, always there.

Eddie was smiling stupidly all the way, feeling his chest buzzing with warmth and love. You proved him wrong. You stayed.

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