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STRESS (part 2)

Eddie Munson x reader mini series

STRESS (PART 1), ..., STRESS (PART 3)

Warnings: language, gore, blood, allusion to suicide, bad metal health, drugs, drinking, and stranger thingsness. (if you think I should add anything else to the warning please let me know, thanks.)

please do not copy or plagiarize my work.

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“Y/n!” Your mother screamed from downstairs, “your boyfriend’s on the phone!”

You jumped, eyes immediately leaving the clock that was no longer there. You yelled back, “Mom, he isn’t my boyfriend, god, get it right.” You didn’t want Eddie to hear your mother say that.

You ran down the stairs and grabbed the phone from her terribly manicured hand. The whole downstairs smelled of cigarettes, but it didn’t entirely cover up the stench of spilled, molding alcohol.

“Hey, Eddie. what’s up?” You asked over the phone.

“Hey, sweetie pie, not much, what’s up with you?”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, beginning to fiddle with your hands out of nervousness. You started to speak the second you found the red indented crescents on your palms, “haha, very funny, just ignore my mother. I’m not doing too much at the moment.”

“Great!” He exclaimed into the phone all excited, “you can join our D&D game tonight. I know I told Dustin and Mike to find someone to cover for Sinclair, but your better than anybody they could ever pick and you are so good even just jumping into games and you-“

“Eddie, Eddie, I can’t,” you told him.

“What?” He asked, sounding like a kicked puppy, all of his enthusiasm and excitement left his voice.

“I, um, got a new part time job, and I’m closing up for the first time this weekend. I’m sorry.” LIE

“What, why didn’t you tell me? Is something wrong, do you need the money?” He began to berate you with all of these questions.

“No, no, I was just wanting to try and save up for that car I wanted. I’m fine money-wise, seriously. I just won’t be able to make it tonight.” LIE

“Oh, okay,” he replied.

“But how about I play with you some other time, okay.”

“Yeah, no, I’d love that. Good luck with closing. See you tomorrow, cutie.”

“Oh my god, Eddie, shut up. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You laughed, and then hung up.

Bing

You jumped, watching as your mother ran to the kitchen, checking the oven.

“I’m going to be leaving soon,” you told her from the hallway.

“Okay, have fun,” she said back, not even turning your way.

You nodded your head in contemplation and annoyance. You would be fine, nobody knew the truth. Nobody knew why you worked the extra jobs or that this wasn’t actually your first time closing. Nobody knew your family was struggling either, you kept that information to yourself.

You changed into your uniform, just a vest, polo, and some jeans. The convenience store wasn’t too far from your house. You biked to your work, it was probably the only relaxing thing you did alone. After all, you only ever truly were peaceful with Eddie.

The bike ride was only about 10 minutes. You locked your ride to the bike rack before heading inside.

“Hi there, Y/n,” Mark, your manager, greeted you. You had known him since you were young, since he had somewhat been friends with your father. Mark was like a grandfather to you, he had been there when you and your mom had needed him. He was there for you when you were financially struggling, which is why you have this job.

“Hi, Mark. How has your day been?” You asked, smiling at the old man.

“It’s been good. How was yours kiddo?” He returned the pleasantries.

“Pretty good, school was school.”

“And your mom?” He awkwardly put out the question, uncertain how you would answer.

“She’s, she’s doing alright,” you search for the correct words to put in some sort of neutral phrasing, “she’s at home.”

“Has she been…” Mark trailed off.

Drinking, smoking, crying, eating, applying to jobs, sleeping, grieving, going out.

“She’s been alright the past couple of days. She was thinking of getting a reception job at the local newspaper,” You informed him. LIE

“Oh,” he straightened up, shocked, “well that’s good, that’s real good.”

“Yeah,” you look away.

“If it doesn’t work out,” Mark spoke, “she can always work here.”

You looked back at him, “thanks for the offer, but I think she would just see it as charity. I’m grateful you let me work here though, I know you don’t exactly need the help.”

“Nah, none of the others like closing up, and I’m getting a little too old to keep up,” he smiled at you.

You smiled back, “well, I’m glad I can help.”

“Thanks, kiddo. I’m going to go, you need anything or anything happens, you call, alright?”

“Alright,” you smiled and nodded.

“Goodnight kid.”

“Goodnight, Mark.”

The old man left you alone in the convenience store, locking the doors behind him. You had your spare set hooked to your vest. Throwing on your headphones, you played your favorite mixtape and went to work. You started to restock shelves and put out new items on shelves. You closed the blinds and cleaned the cashier booths, registers, baskets, and carts. You finally turned off the lights and started to walk back to the entrance.

“Y/n.” Your head shot back to the isles of the small store.

“Hello, Mark, is that you?” You asked, goosebumps beginning to form on your skin. “Mark?”

“Y/n, Y/n, I’ve been waiting for you,” the voice was distorted, almost staticy.

“Who, who’s there? Who is that?” You freaked out, starting to back away from the voice.

“Y/n,” it came out as a whisper. “Y/n,” the voice became louder. “Y/N!” It screamed, items began to fall from their shelves.

“What the hell!?” You screamed, running to the door, trying to open it. As you fumbled with your keys trying to unlock it, vines grew onto the handles and spiders began to join them.

You turned, hoping to have more luck with the back door. You didn’t move after you swiveled around.

“Y/n,” he said again, “Y/n, it’s me.”

“No,” your voice broke with emotion, “D-Dad?” The tears started to escape from your eyes, mini waterfalls flowing down your cheeks.

“Hi sweetheart, I’ve missed you,” he said, taking a step forward. He was still about ten feet away from you.

“Dad, I-I missed you too. Dad I missed you, I missed you too.”

“LIAR,” he hollered, his face contorting, his body rotting, blood leaking through the arms of his button up shirt. “LIAR, YOU WANTED ME DEAD.”

You couldn’t move. All you could do was sob and shake your head muttering, “no, no I didn’t want you dead, I didn’t want you dead.”

“LIAR, LIAR, LIAR, LIAR, LIAR, LIAR-“ he took a step closer after each word until he was right in front of you.

‘Mama told me,

When I was young,

Come sit beside me,

My only son,

And listen closely,

To what I say,

And if you do this, it will help you some sunny day, oh, yeah.”

The store was empty. No one else was with you, the door was clean of arachnids and vegetation. The items were still placed perfectly on the racks of their isles. Nothing was different.

Your cheeks were still wet from the tears. But it wasn’t real, you thought. You started to think you needed sleep. You felt like you were losing your mind.

You left as soon as you could, once you managed to convince yourself to move. God, you hauled ass out of the store. You grabbed your bike and pedaled home faster than you had ever done before. You didn’t stop when your mother called your name once you managed to get inside your house. You kept on your path to your bedroom.

You knew you needed sleep. But you couldn’t. So, instead you played your favorite song over and over again. Just trying to manage with the fact you were terrified and that it was all because you thought you were losing your sanity. You ended up playing your cassette tape in the boom box in your room. You turned it up as loud as you could, disregarding your mothers commands to turn it down. You couldn’t turn it down, you were trying to cancel out the damn ticking of that god damned clock. There was no clock, but, god, time did seem to be running out.

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libraryofgage · 4 months

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Life in Miniature (One)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedediah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One (you're here!)

There will be more Jedtavius in the next parts I promise, I just thought this would be a funner introduction to the AU lmao

I just love those little guy dudes from the museum so much hfjdks and now we get two pairs of them

Also, fun fact, I took Steve's Roman name from, like, an actual king of Rome. The actual sixth king. He seemed like a chill dude.

Anyway, there's a meme at the end and as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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When Robin took this job as a night guard, she didn't think the previous guard's words about history coming to life at night was, you know, real. She thought it was a joke, a predictable and corny joke, but a joke nonetheless.

But now, after being chased by a T-Rex, getting saved by Theodore Roosevelt, and almost being taken captive by fucking Attila the Hun, Robin thinks this job definitely isn't worth $16.50 an hour. Then again, this is the best paying job she's had in a while, and she was living a nocturnal life anyway.

Robin groans, leaning against a wall in the diorama exhibit, and slides down to the floor. She lets her head fall back against the wall, her eyes slipping shut as she slides. "This is crazy. This is insane. I need to find a fucking weapon or something," she mutters.

"Pardon me," comes a voice close to her head, "but might you be the goddess Diana?"

As pick-up lines go, it's not the worst one she's heard. And, based on what she knows of Greek and Roman deities, it wouldn't be too far off. Still, she does not want to be hit on by whatever weird historical thing is trying to flirt with her.

Robin takes a deep breath, opens her eyes, and says, "Do I look like a goddess to you?"

She looks to her left where the voice came from, blinking when her gaze falls on a figurine that would barely reach her ankle. He's dressed in a toga with a chest plate, wrist guards, a sword on his waist, and a deep purple cape over his shoulders. His hair is, honestly, the most impressive thing Robin has ever seen, made only more impressive by the golden laurels resting perfectly against his temples.

He's looking at her with wide eyes, more awed than anything else. "Yes," he says. "I have heard the gods are larger than life."

Okay. Fair.

"Why Diana, man?" Robin asks.

He tilts his head, studying her for a moment, looking her up and down. "You give me the same feeling as statues of Noble Diana with her Huntresses," he explains, pausing for a moment before adding, "A feeling of kinship, perhaps?"

Oh. This...this is like ancient Roman gaydar, right? Robin snorts and turns, resting her elbow on her knee. "I'm definitely not Diana. My name is Robin. I'm the new night guard."

His eyes brighten some, his smile growing wider and certainly charming enough to make the hearts of a few girls and guys flutter. "I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army."

Robin nods, letting all of the those words process in her head before saying, "Mind if I call you Steve? You look like a Steve."

The Sixth King of Rome blinks, looking slightly confused before his eyes light up with understanding. "Ah! A nickname! Yes, I am familiar with this concept. You may call me Steve, Lady Robin, as a show of our newfound friendship."

"Yeah, don't call me Lady Robin. Just Robin is fine," she says, hesitating before offering her hand to Steve.

"As you wish, Just Robin," he says, stepping carefully onto her hand and remaining steady as she raises him higher.

Robin blinks, frowning slightly and about to correct him again when she sees his smile and realizes it's a joke. "Okay, very funny, dingus," she says, carefully poking his side.

"Is dingus another nickname? It sounds like an insult."

"It usually is, but it's affectionate when I say it."

"Oh! Yes, like when Ockie calls Jed a philistine."

"Uh, sure," Robin says, nodding once as she lets Steve move to stand on her shoulder. He quickly sits, holding onto the collar of her jacket as she carefully stands up. "Hey, you know what I'm supposed to do about the dinosaur bones?"

"Rexy? Yes, he enjoys a game of fetch."

"Fetch. Of course."

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"What's going on in that head of yours, little man?"

Steve blinks, looks over at Jedediah, and raises an eyebrow at him. "I'm taller than you," he says, gesturing to the good inch he has on Jedediah.

"As long as you're my son, you're a little man."

Doing his best to not laugh, Steve nods once and points to the new diorama set up in the middle of the room. It's a circular diorama, centered on an equally circular stage divided into sections. A cacophony of noise echoes from it, clashing as each slice of the stage fights for dominance. "I'm trying to figure out what in Jupiter's name they're doing over there," he says.

"Well, most of it sounds like music," Jedediah says, "I think."

"It's not any music I've heard before," Octavius says, coming to a stop next to Jedediah and frowning at the diorama. "I would have assumed it the unholy shrieking of the damned."

"Perhaps it would be nicer if they weren't all playing at once," Steve suggests, hands on his hips as he tilts his head.

"Oh, boy, there it is," Jedediah says, his grin audible in his tone. "He's got the King Face."

"What are your intentions, my boy?" Octavius asks.

Before Steve can answer, Robin strolls into the room, grinning when she sees the raving diorama in the middle. She walks over to Steve, Jedediah, and Octavius, crouches down, and says, "Hey, guys. I see you're checking out the History of Rock display."

"History of Rock?" Steve asks.

"What in the sweet hell do rocks have to do with that mess?" Jedediah asks, gesturing to the noisy stage.

Robin rolls her eyes. "No, like, rock music. It's a genre. Anyway, it was sponsored by some musician, so it's a permanent display now."

"And they will be...playing every night?" Octavius asks.

"Probably."

Steve frowns a little more and nods, rolling his shoulders back. "If they are a permanent fixture in our hallowed hall, they must be welcomed. As Sixth King of Rome, this duty falls upon my shoulders. Fathers, I shall return shortly."

"Woah, woah, hold your horses there, little man," Jedediah says, moving to stand in front of Steve. "You're not going anywhere near that snake pit without some back up."

"A few centurions, at least," Octavius agrees.

"I will have Robin. What better protection is there?"

Jedediah and Octavius glance at each other before looking at Robin. She grins and offers them a two finger salute. "I'll guard him with my life," she says, "It's literally my job."

With that reassurance, Jedediah and Octavius move out of the way. Steve steps onto Robin's hand and settles on her shoulder with practiced ease, ignoring the nervous flutter in his stomach at greeting the new museum residents. He hopes they'll get along, but he also knows the might of his Roman army and the railroad workers can crush any who stand in their way.

Robin stops next to the diorama, tilting her head as she studies it. This close, Steve can see the bands playing on each slice of stage, the instruments and fashion shifting as his gaze travels around it. "Uh, excuse me," Robin says, raising her voice.

The raucous noise from the diorama screeches to a halt, the feedback making Robin and Steve grimace slightly. "Uh, hi. We're the official welcome crew for the Hall of Miniatures here. So, I'll need someone to represent your, like, whole display," Robin says, glancing over the bands until she finds one she recognizes. "Okay, I know you guys, so I'll be designating you the spokesband. Now, could the lead singer step forward?"

Steve watches as someone on the "Corroded Coffin" (what an odd name for a band) slice of the stage steps forward. Robin offers her hand to them, carefully lifting it away once they step on. "Great, uh, carry on, I guess. But, like, maybe play some of your quieter stuff for a bit," she says, her words barely out before the music starts up and the crowds start screaming once more.

She sighs and just walks over to the bench, letting off the person on her hand before letting Steve slide down her arm in a move they spent nearly three weeks practicing if only because they knew it would look cool.

When he hops onto the bench, Steve walks up to the other miniature, a man his age with long hair and odd clothes with tears that Robin once said were fashionable. His instrument is still slung over his shoulders, resting casually against his hips much like Steve's sword. Steve suddenly finds himself thinking that the man looks a little like a warrior. An odd one, to be sure, but a handsome one nonetheless.

He flashes his most charming smile, lets his shoulders relax, and says, "My friend here is Robin, Guardian of Brooklyn. I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army. You, however, may call me Steve."

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As far as Eddie was concerned, nothing mattered so long as Corroded Coffin got to keep rocking in an endless concert. The energy never waned, the set list never grew boring, and the music never stopped. He was ready to inform this welcoming crew of just that and promise Hell on Earth if they tried to disrupt the music (angry concert goers are a force of nature), when the words just died in his throat.

Because the most gorgeous man he's ever seen slides down that giant lady's arm, easily and smoothly landing on the bench. Somehow, his hair is perfectly windswept, the golden laurels glinting in the lights above them. His purple cape flutters softly as he walks closer, his toned thighs on full display with the toga hem that falls to the middle of them. There's a sword on the guy's hip, a chest plate that Eddie wants to pull off, a smile he wants to taste, and a pair of freckles right next to each other on the guy's cheek he wants to drag his tongue across.

He misses most of the introduction because he's too busy staring. He gets the important bits, though: Robin, a king, son of a god, adopted son of two dads. Eddie licks his lips nervously, a grin of his own tugging at his lips as he steps forward and playfully bows. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty," he says.

It's supposed to come out joking, a little poke at the guy's authority to see if he can be riled up. It actually comes out way too genuine, and Eddie has a sudden realization that he meant it. He absolutely will accept this guy as his king, actually. He'll fall to his knees before him right now if asked, and not just because it might give him a little peek under the dude's toga.

"Please, just call me Steve. There's no need to be so formal."

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, hoping Steve doesn't realize that the things Eddie is thinking about (the things he wants to do to and with Steve) are just about the least formal things on this earth. "Good to know," he says, relieved his voice sounds normal as he stands up straight and offers his hand. "Name's Eddie Munson, uh, lead singer of Corroded Coffin."

Steve blinks, and his smile becomes a bit more genuine as he steps closer and clasps Eddie's forearm. "A fellow leader," he says, squeezing Eddie's arm. "Welcome to our museum."

"Y-yeah," Eddie says, his arm still tingling when Steve lets go. He clears his throat, idly tugging on a few strands of hair. "So, uh, what's the deal around here? I mean, giant women...Roman kings...cowboys, it looks like."

"Our noble museum is home to Pharoah Ahkmenrah and his tablet, which brings the exhibits to life each night," Steve explains.

"There's a few rules, though," Robin says, sitting down on the bench behind Steve. "One, no getting into fights. Two, be back in your display by sunrise. Three, no leaving the museum at night."

"What? Why not?"

"We have lost good exhibits to Sol Invictus's morning rays," Steve says, frowning slightly. "So, be careful."

Eddie stares at Steve with wide eyes as he nods, amazed at the fact that Steve seems to talk like that so genuinely. And the fact that Eddie is...kinda into it. Holy shit, that's not helping with Eddie's whole "fall to his knees" thing. He wouldn't mind some good old-fashioned worship if Steve would just smile at him again.

Maybe his prayers are heard, because Steve smiles at him again. "Wonderful," he says. "Now, Eddie, could I interest you in a tour of the museum tonight?"

"Oh, you could interest me in a lot of things, sweetheart," Eddie blurts out, his mouth running faster than his brain.

He snaps his jaw shut, relieved and horrified at Steve's slightly confused expression and Robin's "I know what you are" thousand-yard stare from over his shoulder. Before he can try to backtrack, Steve snaps, understanding in his eyes. "Ah! Sweetheart is a nickname, yes? I accept your offer of friendship."

Eddie clenches his jaw, stopping himself from saying that it's more than friendships he's offering, and smiles. "Yeah. A nickname. That's all. I'm just...a nickname kinda guy. I'll probably think of more, too, Stevie. Like that."

Steve practically beams, and Eddie feels his knees go weak. "I look forward to it," he says, turning on his heel to look at Robin, who thankfully schools her expression. "Robin, this is where we leave you for the night. You have my word that Eddie will be back in place before sunrise."

"Well, you two kids have fun," she says, grinning in a way that immediately puts Eddie on edge. "I'd better not hear about any funny business, though. Absolutely no bases should be reached tonight, and you'd better not do any conquering or pillaging."

She definitely looks at Eddie when she says that last bit. Eddie stiffens, doing his best to hold back a blush when Steve glances over at his, the confusion clear on his face. "Conquering requires more planning than this, Robin. I've told you before."

"Don't worry about it, dingus. Just have fun. Here, I'll even call a ride for you," she says, winking at them before turning, holding her fingers to her mouth, and whistling sharply.

Steve walks over to Eddie right as the ground starts to shake, easily catching him around the waist before he can lose his balance. "The shaking does take some getting used to," he says, his tone full of sympathy and obliviousness to the crisis Eddie is experiencing.

When his brain finally catches up enough to ask what he's talking about, a dinosaur skeleton slides into the room, its body wiggling excitedly as it growls. Eddie jerks back, the arm around his waist tightening some. "What the fuck?!" he shouts.

"Worry not," Steve says, leaning closer. His voice is a little softer now, his breath fanning over Eddie's ear. "This is Rexy, our steed for the evening. He's very friendly."

"Friendly," Eddie mumbles, letting himself be dragged over to Rexy and placed on the dinosaur's head by Robin. "The dinosaur is friendly."

"Many of the exhibits are," Steve tells him, grinning brightly as Rexy begins moving after a pet on the snout from Robin.

Eddie looks at him, feeling blinded by Steve's smile once more, and completely forgets about the living dinosaur skeleton.

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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El puts her finger to her lips in a shush motion when Eddie walks through the apartment's front door.

“Hey, Ellie Bellie, what are you doing here?” Eddie whispers, toeing off his sneakers.

“Me and Steve were supposed to do makeovers at Dad's. But he did not come. He called, saying he did not feel good. So I came here instead.”

It’s then that Eddie notices a sleeping Steve on El’s lap. Her fingers delicately playing with his hair. The room is darker than usual, too—nothing but the warm table lamp and the silent tv to light up the room. Eddie’s shoulders slump in realization. “Migraine? That’s the third one this month.”

El nods pausing at a particular gnarl in Steve’s hair. Steve hums in his sleep as El works at it. “I worry about his head.”

“Me too, super girl. Thank you for coming; you didn’t have to.”

Although El’s vocabulary has improved massively over the years, she sometimes struggles to vocalize her feelings. Eddie can see it happening right now as her eyebrows furrow together. Her difficulties with emotions remind Eddie of Steve. He knows the two of them have been working on it together. “I knew you would be at work. And Robin is at school now. Too far to call. I wanted to help.”

Eddie walks over to the two of them, scoops up Steve’s legs, and settles on the couch as he lays Steve’s legs over his own. “You did, El. You’re a really good sister.”

El brightens up slightly. Her concern is still there, but a dimple at the side of her cheek makes an appearance. “Thank you Eddie.” El pauses for a moment before speaking again. “Will he be okay?”

Eddie’s heart seizes at the affection El has for Steve. Some days he thinks she might give Eddie and Robin a run for their money in the “who loves Steve most” department. Eddie doesn’t feel upset about it, though. They all give Steve the different kinds of love he deserves. Robin gives him the steady, unwavering, platonic love that doesn’t ask for anything in return. Eddie gives Steve the passionate, romantic, deep love that would do anything to make him smile.

And El? She gives Steve a familial kind of love. Gentle but firm. Her lovd for Steve makes one wonder if maybe they really do share a bloodline. Bound together by family.

So when El gets all worried, Eddie knows she comes from a good place. From the best of places. “Yea, El, he’ll be okay. Just a migraine. I think he’s getting a lot lately because the EMT training is a lot. I think some downtime with you, though, was the perfect cure.” He rubs her hair back and forth in a brotherly motion.

El sighs and puts her head on Eddie’s shoulder. They both watch the silent tv for a bit before El speaks again, “He was upset. Said he disappointed me. He did not. He is allowed to have bad days. Hop taught me that. I do not think he knows that this makes me happy. Spending time.” El looks down at Steve again, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

“When he’s feeling better, maybe tell him that. Can’t really argue with him while he’s down.” Eddie giggles, trying to hide the wetness in his eyes.

Steve stirs below them for a moment before saying, “El? Eds?”

El shushes Steve, “Do not worry, we are here. Always here.” El rubs Steve’s temples, easing him back to close his eyes.

Eddie strokes Steve’s ankle, “Not going anywhere, Stevie. We got you.”

The three of them fall asleep on the couch, not waking until the sun dips in through the windows the next morning.

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is this a series? It might be. Just can’t enough of el + Steve sibling dynamic, and you guys seem to enjoy it too :) here’s more Eddie and El interaction, but about their love for this boy. Also much softer, less funny. But I really liked the idea of this. Okay I’ll be quiet now.

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mrsjellymunson · 6 months

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This is now available here, enjoy! 🥰

Sooooooo, this is happening….. 😬🫣

📕✏️🧪

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #biology tutor smut #maybe it will be a mini series maybe not #virgin!eddie munson #Eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #The Biology Tutor #CattWrites #WIP

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skepsiss · 8 months

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Long Road Ahead - pt 4

Lots of anger. Lots of miscommunication. Steve and Eddie get drunk and have a fight. It'll work out, promise. Sorry, but also not sorry. I'm a slow burn truther. Read the other 3 parts to this fic linked below. It really establishes why this is a heartbreaking pt 4.

TW: Miscommunication, lots of anger an lots of swearing.

2,500+ words, Eddie’s POV. Later in the summer. Pt1 Pt1.2 Pt2 Pt3 Pt5

“Don’t fucking do this to me, man. Don’t,” Eddie sobbed, his hand pressed against his face as he covered his eyes.

He was leaning against a wall, the summery sounds of night chirping through the air as he dug his fingers into the bricks behind him. He was drunk, he knew he was, not black-out but he knew he was drunk, they both were.

Eddie brought both his hands to his face and yelled into his palms, the anguish muffled as he leaned there in the dark alleyway between the house and the fence. They were at a house party, he didn’t even know whose anymore, but he was pretty sure it was someone in his circle. Why had he invited Steve? It had seemed like a good idea at first–at first. Eddie had kept to his word the best he could: Seeing Steve sparingly for the rest of the summer, mostly in groups, and purposefully avoiding him if he suggested being interested in hanging out. It had been frustrating, but it had helped. He didn’t think about Steve as often and that made finishing his GED course easy. He had passed. Not with flying colours, but he had passed.

It had seemed like a good idea to have a summer send-off–not that this was what the party was for, it was just a party–but it had seemed like a great idea to use it as a summer send-off. Last days of warm nights and crickets chirping well into the morning. Last nights of late-night romps in Hawkins as Eddie speedily tried to look for a place to move to outside of town. He was out of here. He was going to go. It had felt only fair to see Steve one last time. It had seemed like a good idea.

“Eddie?”

Eddie shook his head, groaning miserably as he felt his throat closing up. He hated this, he hated this so much it hurt.

“Stop,” Eddie whined, his voice small and feeling like it didn’t belong to him.

Eddie felt big hands on his cheek, trying to push past his shield. Delicate, gentle hands that had Eddie choking out a sob. Frustration flared in Eddie and he slapped the hand away, sidestepping a few paces as he looked back at Steve.

“Stop it,” he said more firmly, tears still streaking down his face, “you’re drunk!”

Steve was standing there, barely visible in the dark little alleyway, with nothing but the sounds of muffled party music and the crickets to be heard. They were alone more or less as they stood outside of a stranger’s house.

The look of hurt on Steve’s face made Eddie crumble again, his anger subsiding as he wiped at his cheeks and looked away.

“Don’t do this…” Eddie mumbled, sniffling, “not now.”

This party had been a stupid idea, bad from the start. At first, Eddie had been thrilled by how Steve bloomed in the party atmosphere; how easily he smiled and laughed with people once he had a beer or two in him. He looked like he was in his element, and Eddie understood why Steve had been crowned a party king. Everyone gravitated towards him, even people clearly way too punk to be seen with a prep like him.

That had been bad because in two seconds flat Eddie had felt himself smiling and his eyes twinkling as he looked at Steve. A wash of possessiveness had come over him and suddenly it had felt so important to let everyone know he was the one who had brought Steve here. Steve was here for him. Worse yet, Steve hadn’t rebuffed him. He had smiled and laughed as Eddie slung his arm over his shoulder and gushed about how badass Steve was, about how he had a heart of gold. And they drank to it. They drank a lot.

Eddie had no idea what time it was, but the night had worn on him. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go home and lock himself in his room and mutter miserably by himself.

“You’re drunk too,” Steve offered up as some kind of excuse.

Eddie felt his eyes blaze as hot rage rolled into his cheeks.

“What does that have to do with anything?” He shot back angrily, knowing it was true and knowing that even if he had been sober he probably wouldn’t have been able to keep his temper down.

No, it had been the booze that had gotten him into this situation. He had gushed and pandered to the crowd about Steve but it didn’t seem to matter what he said or who tried to sway Steve, he seemed to always want to gravitate towards Eddie. He had watched Steve harmlessly rebuff and walk away from people in drunken favour to come to sit beside him, to laugh at his jokes and smile at him like he was some kind of siren. He had looked smitten.

All of that had compounded once they were alone together.

Eddie knew he was drunk, he knew they both were.

“You’re being an ass!” Eddie yelled, feeling his own tongue heavy in his mouth, making his words sound slurred.

“Me?” Steve shot back, raising his tone for the first time all night.

“Yeah! Asshole!”

Eddie pointed angrily at Steve, a few paces away now as he felt his arm trembling. They stood like that for a long moment before Eddie felt his anger dampen and that deep etching of sorrow carve back into him. He broke down again, his body crumpling in on itself as he covered his eyes again and squatted down.

“I hate you,” Eddie mumbled, hugging his own legs as he pushed his face into his knees. “Why’re you like this? Why are you doing this now?”

They had stumbled into the dark of the backyard almost conspiratorially, Eddie couldn’t remember why, it had been stupid and only something two drunk 20-somethings could think of. He had no clue where they were going, but eventually, it had turned to Steve leading him away. He had asked what they were doing, still all smiles before they had rounded the side of the house and Steve had all but pinned him to the nearest surface.

Thrill and shock had rocketed through Eddie, his drunk brain taking way too long to process what was happening. Steve was so fixated on him, intent, touching his face and holding his cheek. He was obviously drunk and Eddie had the startling realization that Steve was going to kiss him. That was when he had started yelling.

“I’m leaving in like 2 weeks, man,” Eddie mumbled out miserably, squeezing himself into a smaller ball. He had wanted this all summer–all fucking summer--and now Steve had decided to do something? Now he had decided it was worth getting drunk out of his mind so they could kiss?

“What am I?” Eddie gasped, looking up from his lap and glaring daggers into Steve, “some kind of fun experiment?”

He was bitter and he knew his words stung because Steve took a staggered step backwards. But that was it, wasn’t it? They had all summer and it had taken five beers and who knows what else for Steve to even think about approaching him. The fact that he was thinking about it was flooring, but Eddie didn’t have time to dwell on that. Why this? Why now? Why him?

“What?” Eddie shot out again, knowing he was just unloading his anger onto Steve now, “I’m just some fucking thrill ride? Do you even know who I am right now?”

He was breathing hard and Eddie could see that Steve was just standing there, unmoved by his words. His expression was pinched and he was fisting and unfisting his hands, but he wasn’t moving.

“What do you want, man?” Eddie asked, his throat feeling tight as he gasped out the words, burying his head in his hands again. This was so unfair. This was so, unbelievably unfair. What was he supposed to do? He had pined all summer for Steve fucking Harrington and now he was getting his attention? Now? After fucking ignoring him for a month straight and getting so blitzed Steve probably didn’t even know where he was.

“You.”

Eddie looked up sharply at Steve, wanting to make sure he had heard that right. Steve hadn’t moved, he was still standing there, but his mouth was hanging open now, his hands balled tightly by his sides.

“You…” Steve repeated and Eddie could tell that his breath was coming out sharper. He looked terrified, but drunk as he was Eddie couldn’t imagine why.

“Don’t–” Eddie barked, his words followed by bitter, humourless laughter. “No you fucking don’t.”

Steve’s expression grew more pinched and Eddie felt a wash of self-satisfaction. He had hurt him. Good. Good. He could fucking understand how badly this hurt. How much this fucking sucked.

“Yeah I–” Steve started and Eddie shot to his feet, anger rising to the surface again.

“No, you fucking don’t!” Eddie shouted, feeling like an incredulous child. “You don’t Steve, you don’t! Eddie Munson? Eddie fucking Munson? No, you don’t. You don’t want to walk a mile close to my disaster of a fucking life. You’re straight! You don’t even like guys! So what? Curiosity? Cruelty? Kiss Eddie Munson right before he’s leaving Hawkins and never talk to him ever again?”

“No, I–” Eddie cut him off again, watching as Steve took half a step forward. He mirrored the action by stepping backward.

“Do you know how goddamn cruel you’re being right now? How fucking awful you are for this? What, Steve? Is this fun for you? Is this some kind of fucking joke?” The tears were starting back up again as Eddie yelled, his collar soaked as he felt water pooling on his upper lip.

“All goddamn summer–you fucking bitch. Do you know how fucking badly I wanted you to kiss me all fucking summer?”

Eddie shook his head, watching with building frustration at the look of shock on Steve’s face. This guy. This fucking guy. Steve Harrington: a heart of gold, sweetest guy in the world, local hero–yeah fucking right. He was toying with him. He was genuinely surprised that Eddie had feelings for him.

“Fuck you, man,” Eddie spat, his tone leveling out as he wiped at his face again and finally turned away. He didn’t care how Steve made it home–he didn’t care how he made it home but he knew he wasn’t going to stay here.

“Eddie–” Steve tried one last time and Eddie flipped him off over his shoulder, hastily walking to the garden gate and letting himself out, running away. Running away like he always did.

#my_writing #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #steddie fic #part 4 of this mini series #Long road ahead

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taintedcigs · 5 months

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ALL OF THIS SILENCE AND PATIENCE PINING AND DESPERATELY WAITING MY HANDS ARE SHAKIN FROM ALL THIS AH AH HAAHHHHHAA SAY MY NAME AND EVERYTHING JUST STOPS. I DON'T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND. ONLY BOUGHT THIS DRESS SO YOU COULD TAKE IT OFF. TAKE IT OH-AHHAAHHAAAA.

#i have decided this would EAT with best friend!eddie #after im done with a little bit of my new steve mini-series i will be writing #*drumroll*#best friend!eddie munson to dress #LOTS OF PINING AND ANTICIPATION HEHE.#THEN MAYBE I CAN DO SOMETHING!STEVE WITH SO IT GOES??

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rainylana · 11 months

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Falling in love

summary: a continuation of my mini series, short segments about eddie and meredith’s friendship over the years.

warnings: none.

• this is not a reader insert!

Eddie was falling in love with her. How could he not with someone so beautiful? He may have only been fifteen years of age, but he was growing into a man and he knew what he wanted. He wanted her. It had always been her since day one.

She was too beautiful, too kind for this world, too precious to be given the life that she had. It just wasn’t fair. He’d trade it all in a second if it meant she would be happy. Eddie knew that it was complicated. He knew very well that she might not return the feelings. He couldn’t imagine she felt the way he did for her.

But as he watched her dance around the fire, lit up in the night sky, orange against orange, he couldn’t help but let his heart swarm and beat quicker, a warmth spreading through his chest. She held hands with the kids of the trailer park, singing and twirling about. She had flowers in her hair, barefoot and dirty up to her knees, a torn sundress bouncing with every move.

He wished she could be as happy as she was in the moment. She always preached about staying positive, fake it till you make it, but he knew she suffered, just as she knew he did. It went both ways. A two way street. He couldn’t blame her for her high natured spirit. It was the thing he loved about her most. He loved her, he always had. But this was different. A new, foreign kind of feeling that scared him. He dare not talk to Wayne about this, he knew the old man would never let it go.

He wanted to badly to hold her face with his hands, to touch her nose and her cheeks. Caress her eyebrows with his thumbs, trace over every crevice, memorize her body. And her lips, those he fantasized almost daily.

“Take a picture,” Meredith huffed a tired breath, giggling through laughter. He hadn’t realized the kids left, leaving them two alone for the evening.

“It’ll last longer.” He finished, smirking, his ringed hands shining under the moonlight night. “You have fun?” He patted the ground next to him.

“I like to dance.” The fifteen year old smiled, wild curls bouncing. They got tangled everyday, much like Eddie’s did. “You wanna dance with me?”

“Not hardly.” He scoffed, digging in his pocket for a cigarette. “Dancin’ not really my thing.”

She scrunched her nose at the action. “Oh, Eddie, I wish you wouldn’t do that. It’s so bad for you!”

“Everything’s bad for you, Mer,” He lit it up, taking a puff and blowing it the other direction.

“Still,” She pouted, “I don’t want you to be sick all the time. They make momma feel bad.” He liked how your accent came out when you talked about your mother.

“Think about it.” He knocked his shoulder with hers, giving her a wink.

She smiled, leaning to rest her head on his arm. “I love spending time with you. It makes me so happy.”

He grew stiff, awkward like he always did, but he gave a singular nod. “I know.”

It was a comfortable silence, watching the fire burn down to almost nothing, the chill in the night becoming more crisp. You sighed tiredly, making him peek down at you. “Bedtime for you.” The teenager smirked, putting out his cigarette.

You looked up and smiled, eyes glazed over from exhaustion. “Walk me home?” You said softly.

He nodded, grabbing your hand to help you stand. He didn’t let it go as he walked you to your door.

#lana’s shit post #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #mini series eddie munson

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straighttothefics · 1 year

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The candle crackled between Steve and Eddie. The smoke flew up and twined together with the passing joint gently offered from fingers to fingers.

They were facing the sky, heads titled up to the stars and feet propped onto the rusted drum barrel. Eddie somehow always found these tiny pockets of peace around Hawkins, usually out in the open, with conveniently placed seats, whether they were dusty, halfway rotted picnic tables, fungi-ridden benches, or the hood of an empty car vessel.

Steve shifted on top of the orange rusted and slightly-too-small steel chair and moved his elbow over on their drum barrel table, leaning just a touch closer to Eddie, almost shoulder-to-shoulder. The music playing softly from the radio only allowed Steve to feel more of the... Eddie next to him.

"This song's pretty good." Eddie commented, nodding along to some underground tune on the radio.

"Mmhm." Steve hummed and pulled on the joint, only just tuned back in when he heard Eddie's voice. The haziness of their shared organic cigarette floated Steve's brain. Eyes squared on the stars, Steve passed the joint back to Eddie, whose fingertips brushed his own. Steve looked over and saw Eddie's eyes snapped back up from where they touched.

Then Eddie smiled, tongue out, kept his eyes on Steve's, and took a hit. Steve was afraid to let out his breath, afraid of dissipating this electricity zapping between them under the smoke, afraid of breaking this string of tension, and his whole body was crying for relief.

Just as he granted it to Steve, Eddie also took it away when his eyes returned to the stars, lips quirked up still, Cheshire-like, satisfied. Steve froze for one second more, then he reached over to punch Eddie's arm and sat back into his seat, a smile on his face as well.

"What?" Eddie said and laughed as he rubbed his arm, joint clipped between his pointer and middle finger.

"You gave me a look." Steve said and took the offered joint. He said nothing about the still-damp filter tip that touched his lips and he definitely didn't forget to pull after placing it there.

"What look?"

"You know." Steve gave Eddie the look.

Eddie's lips exploded into a huge smile and Steve thought the giggle that came after was slightly manic, but also cute. Eddie glanced up at him and Steve decided the giggle was definitely cute, and it made him smile back, feeling dopey and floaty and slow.

"You're so fucking high," Eddie laughed and took the joint from Steve, "I need to be where you're at."

The candle crackled and mingled with the music. It smelled like spring and dirt and burnt grass. Somewhere away from them, near the edges of the forest, a symphony of crickets sounded its song, seemingly in tune with the music frequency.

"I know I told you this already, during the whole Vecna thing," Eddie started and exhaled, "but it's hard to sink in that I'm smoking weed with Steve Harrington."

Steve huffed out a laugh, "I suppose... it is a bit shocking. For me, too."

"Dude, we're bonding. That's kinda... wow." Eddie full-on laughed.

"Yeah, it's really wow." Steve returned the sentiment.

Their joint was approaching the makeshift paper filter and they had a little game to finish it off. Eddie took a quick hit and passed it to Steve, who took a smaller pull and passed it back. They took turns taking micro-hits until the cherry burned Steve's fingertips. He put out the joint and was going to stick his fingers into his mouth, but Eddie was quicker and he led Steve's fingers over to his earlobe.

Eddie's earlobe was soft and chilly in a cozy way, like Steve'd want to feel that chill under a warm blanket on a rainy night. He rubbed the smooth plane of skin, surprisingly empty of piercings, considering who Eddie was.

"It's weird seeing you without piercings." Steve told Eddie.

"I've... never had piercings?"

"Yeah, I don't know," Steve furrowed his brows and chewed on his lip, "you'd look good with it."

"Thanks, Harrington." Eddie said and gave him the smile again. Steve pulled his hand away from Eddie's ears and stood up to stretch.

They were lit by moonlight and candle, and outside of their 2 feet radius circle, it was pitch dark, lest for the outline of Steve's car parked nearby.

Steve loved this time of night, embracing the cool air that allowed him to warm his hands in his pockets of his favorite coat, being able to witness something as bright and full and ethereal as the moon could make him fall in love with Hawkins, and lately, these nights meant bonding and smoking with Eddie.

The candle crackled between them and Steve looked up at the stars, feeling their shared gazes twining with each other among the diamond-dotted sky.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #steddie fic #by me #the idea is that i want them to live like regular teenagers #being normal and happy and silly and shit you know #oh and hi hello ive been lurking but i felt l ike writing tonight #might be a mini series cause im already drafting the second part lol #im still getting used to writing steddie so lmk if there's any characterization im not quite hitting?#might have written this while high who knows no one knows

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001-lvr · 2 years

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Deadbeat (ch.3)

Warnings: swearing, substance abuse, smoking, drinking, angst

Summary: Marcia is high, Eddie comes home and is horrified to see his daughter in a state he never wanted to see her in

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Eddie came home with a small bag full of gas station snacks and some beers, hoping it’d cheer Marcia up. When he got into the trailer, the first thing he saw was a very sweaty looking Marcia, pale face and shaking hands. Eddies fatherly instincts (that he never thought he would have) kicked in and he could tell something was up. He put the bags down and ran over to her, he lightly tapped her cheeks to get her to look at him. She couldn’t, her eyes just kept drifting to the ceiling. His brows furrowed and he looked at the table in front of her, seeing 1 line of ket left and 3 empty beers, the faint smell of weed lingering in the air. “What did you do? Marcia what did you do?!” He said, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her lightly. She lifted her head up to look at him and laughed. “Hypocrite. This is exactly how I felt when I saw you snorting that shit. Not a nice feeling, huh?” Eddies breath hitched as he came to realisation, she only did this to prove a point to him.

“Marcia, I told you not to touch anything heavier than weed! And you snorted ket?! And drank at the same time?! And mixed weed with it too?! God, come on, you need fresh air.” He said and picked her up, taking her outside of the trailer. He sat her on a bench and sat in front of her. Marcia looked at him and felt a lot better with the fresh air. “Lucky I didn’t inject it, huh.” Eddie shook his head. “No, no I’m not lucky at all. Shit, Marc. You feeling okay?” He asked, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at her disoriented state. “feelin’ sick.” She said, just before she hunched over and threw up. Eddie rubbed her back. “Yeah. That happens when you drink and get high at the same time, kid.” Eddie sighed. Marcia teared up suddenly, feeling emotional. “M’ sorry dad. Just don’t want you to end up like mom, wanted to show you how bad it was before you got worse. You’re all I have left and I can’t lose you, even if I don’t know you that well. Mom always used to talk about you, telling me about you two playing board games an-and being in corroded coffin together. Telling me you two met through a sale. You’re exactly how I expected you to be, big hair, tattoos, good music taste. Sometimes my mom would mistake me for you when she was high, shouting at me asking why I left her. When she died, I knew I would have to move in with you and more than anything I didn’t want you to hate me. You really are all I have left and I don’t want to watch you die like I watched my mom die. I can still see the foam coming out of her mouth, her pupils so dilated that you can only see the pupil. The amounts of seizures she had, the amount of pain she was in. I cant deal with that happening to you too. I want to know you before you die, now I feel like shit. Head hurts and it feels like I’m not really here. Hate it.” Eddies eyes held a deep sadness as he pulled his daughter into his arms.

“I know marci. I know. You’ll feel better soon, you gotta have something to eat.” He said as he helped her stand up and they walked back into the trailer. He opened the windows to let fresh air in and he grabbed the powdered donuts he brought from the gas station and gave them to her, which she gladly ate. He handed her a glass of water too, which she gratefully drank. She sat down on the couch across from Eddie and put her head on a couch cushion. Eddie sat forward with his elbows on his knees and his head slightly tilted down. “You know Marci, I’m not going to let that happen to me. I swear to you that I won’t leave you. Not again. So don’t worry about that. Okay? For now, you need to sleep.” Marcia nodded. “Yeah. M’ tired.” She said, and got up walking to her room. She changed into her pyjamas and got into bed, falling asleep almost instantly. Eddie came in around 20 minutes later and sat on the end of her bed. He felt the sudden urge to be protective over her, to keep her away from every danger. He’s never felt that before, and it strange, and new. But still, he smiled. He had someone to live for, he had someone to be sober for. And it was her. It was Marcia. He kissed her forehead before going to his room.

The next morning

Marcia woke up with a banging headache. She felt like pure shit. She tried to sit up, but the pulsing pain in her head made her lie right back down. Eddie came into the room not even 5 minutes later with a tray of toast and a glass of water and some advil. “Hey Marci, how you feeling?” He asked, setting the tray down on her bedside table before sitting next to her. She took a bite out of her toast and managed to sit up, despite the pain in her head. “My head hurts, and I feel sick. But other than that, I’m feeling okay. Thanks. I didn’t mean to worry you.” She said quietly, feeling ashamed of herself. Eddie shook his head. “It’s okay. Obviously I was worried because you looked half dead, but the most important thing is that you’re doing okay now.” He said, patting her shoulder. “Now, today I got someone I want you to meet. Her names Bev. Short for Beverly. She’s uh, she’s my girlfriend.” He said nervously. She nodded. “Cool.” And continued to eat her toast.

After she had finished her toast, she went to get ready. She let her hair down, and put her black ripped jeans on and her worn out converse. She put her black sabbath tshirt on and her leather jacket. She brushed her teeth and put her black eyeshadow on. She walked out of her room and grabbed her pack of cigarettes. Putting it her mouth and going to find Eddie, who was sat on the bench outside. She sat next to him and he looked at her and saw she needed a lighter. He gave her his lighter and she lit it, taking a drag. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, they were just about to go and pick Beverly up. “So, how old is this Beverly girl?” Marcia asked, not taking eyes off of her cigarette. “She’s 32. Only two years older.” Eddie said, twisting the rings that were on his fingers. Marcia was surprised that his girlfriend was older than him, and she was a little hurt that he was moving on from her mom. Still, she knew she couldn’t hold anything against him for moving on.

“You ready to go?” Eddie asked, taking one more swig of his beer before throwing it behind him. Marcia nodded, not really feeling nervous but already knowing she wasn’t going to like this woman too much. She was unsure about her, worried that she wasn’t the right person for Eddie.

Even so, they went to pick her up.

#stranger things x reader #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson #dad!eddie munson #platonic #x daughter!reader #ok bye #pls request #pls like #pls reblog #pls comment #stranger things #mini series #SoundCloud

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radioactiveparker · 23 days

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The Breakfast Club - Eddie Munson X F!Cheerleader!Reader

Part One - These Children That You Spit On

Chapter Summary - We meet five unlikely teenagers who have to spend the next eight hours in detention together. (A retelling of The Breakfast Club, written and directed by John Hughes.)

Chapter Warnings - Characters are all 18+ / Strong Language / Illusions to Abuse/ Abusive Relationship / Dysfunctional Families / Kleptomania / References to Demonianism and Satanism / References to Religious Beliefs / Sexual References / Stereotyping / Angst

Word Count - 6.6k

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Saturday.

October 25th, 1984.

Hargrove Residence.

6:30am.

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"Billy, c'mon, I have to go."

You reluctantly pulled away from the warm embrace of the covers, or at least attempted to. Billy kept the dead weight of his arm slung heavily around your waist, trapping you to the mattress. He released a groan of annoyance as he curled it around you and pulled you into him. You spared a few minutes to stay in his warmth and shed the sleep from your brain. The grey hues of wintry light cascaded onto the room through the gap in the curtain. The room was otherwise obscured from light, making it effortless to close your eyes and fall back asleep. You refrained, deciding to focus your ears instead. The familiar chirping of birds and the quiet hum of unfortunate morning commuters on their way to work on a Saturday morning had you sinking back into your pillow. The smell of brewing coffee reminded you to stay awake. Your eyes blinked open again, and you shuffled from underneath Billy's grasp. He groaned again, this time burying himself into your neck. You giggled, planted a kiss to his cheek, and rolled him off you.

You quickly jumped in the shower, saying good morning to Billy's little sister Max, who was making her way into the kitchen, along the way. You dressed in the bathroom, checking your watch before heading back into Billy's bedroom to say goodbye.

He lay on his front, eyes still closed, but his breathing told you that he was awake. You placed a gentle hand on his arm, leaning in to kiss his cheek again.

"Billy, I'm going now, but I'll see you on Monday, yeah?"

He said nothing. You couldn't suppress the disappointment that swept through you. You turned to leave when he softly grabbed your wrist. You smiled, thinking he was going to ask you to stay, or to give you a goodbye kiss, but his gripped tightened. Your heart dropped.

"Billy, you're hurting me."

"Where do you think you're going?" He stared you dead in the eyes.

You tried to pull away. "I told you yesterday, Billy. Mrs O'Donnell gave me a Saturday detention."

"No, where do you think you're going dressed like that."

You looked at your outfit. You wore the signature green and white of the Hawkins High cheerleading squad. A sleeveless modest style vest, worn with a turtleneck layer underneath, and a green pleated skirt with yellow striping around the hem. It rested just above your mid thigh, so you pulled your socks all the way up to your knees to keep warm. "I told my parents I had cheerleading practice, so they didn't think I had detention. You know this, Billy."

"Do I? Or are you going to see your precious King Steve again?" His grip tightened even further.

He had that crazy look in his eyes that made your entire body freeze. You stopped struggling. Your chest went tight, and suddenly, it was like trying to breathe in a sauna room.

Billy Hargrove was not fond of Steve Harrington, and last Thursday night, you had snook out to go to a party as his house. You had cancelled your plans with Billy last minute after Carol begged you to go with her (not that it took much convincing). It turned out that Billy had been invited to the party by one of his other friends, unbeknownst to you. And you made the mistake of lying to Billy and told him that you were sick.

The biggest mistake of your life.

He saw you there and started an argument that had the entire rooms eyes on the two of you. He had the same wild look in his eyes as he had now. He ended up punching Steve when he had come over to ask if everything was alright.

"I only went to that party for Carol. I didn't even speak to Steve."

"No? Because he seemed real friendly with you."

"He wasn't! Billy, please, I don't want anything to do with Steve. Just please let me go."

He released you harshly, and you immediately brought your wrist to your chest, rubbing the sore skin.

"Get out of my sight."

You scurried out the door with tears in your eyes.

Your first steps outside felt as though you were walking into the worlds largest refrigerator, though you were thankful it wasn't raining. You could do without the frozen shrapnel soaking you to the bone this morning. It had already started bad enough.

The sun had only just begun to rise, not having a chance to warm up the earth yet. Not that it would do much good. The temperature had been dropping more and more as the days went on, this morning being the worst yet. It had turned tomb-like silent outside with the exception of the crunching salt under your feet that had been newly laid to stop people from slipping on the first of winter's ice. A storm had come and gone the previous night, but the sky still hung sadly as a woollen grey shawl, bringing threat of another. The cold, however, was enough to calm you down. It felt refreshing after feeling suffocated in Billy's room.

You checked your watch again. You had twenty minutes to sneak back home and pretend that you had just woken up and got dressed for cheerleading practice.

You started running.

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Saturday.

October 25th, 1984.

Hawkins High.

7:55am.

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You had made it home just in time before your parents woke up. You explained you were doing stretches in your room, which was why you were red-faced and slightly out of breath. They didn't seem to buy it, but the alternative presumption was far too embarrassing for them not to take your word for it.

Your father offered you a ride to school, but after that rather awkward first encounter with them this morning, you thought it best to walk. And you were glad you did because it didn't take long before they were arguing. Your mother red-faced and clutched onto the cross around her neck while your father rolled his eyes. To the outside world, it would seem that you had the perfect family, but that couldn't be father from the truth. A lot of the times when they argued, it would be over something petty, but all of a sudden, your name would be roped in, and the entire point of the argument seemed to vanish. You see, to them, you were leverage. As soon as you got a mention, they got the upper hand. They used you to get back at each other: a means to an end. Not intentionally, of course, but that didn't make it any less frustrating. It was nothing uncommon in your household, but that didn't mean you could stand to listen to it. You grabbed your coat and left as quickly as you could, neither of your parents noticing that you were gone as they continued to scream in each others faces.

By the time you made it to the schools entrance, you wished you had brought a change of clothes as ice shot through your veins and goose-pimpled your skin. You drew your coat closer to your chest, clenching and unclenching your gloveless fingers to keep the feeling in their tips.

As you bound up the schools steps like a heat-seeking rocket, the rubber tyres of a coffee brown BMW screeched to a stop. The sudden sound echoing across the empty school premises caused you to turn quickly. Through the windshield, you saw a man in a business suit at the wheel. Beside him was his eighteen-year-old son, Steve Harrington. Your heart raced when you saw him. You weren't expecting to see him here.

Billy isn't here. You told yourself in an attempt to calm your jangled nerves.

His hands gestured animatedly as he argued with his father. Their words were suppressed by the metal walls of the car, but you could surmise their level of volume by the thick vein protruding from Steve's neck. Then, their words exploded like a bullet from the barrel of a gun, piercing through the stillness of the morning as the door opened and Steve stomped out. Something along the lines of "No school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case!". And just like that, their poor version of a conversation seized to exist by the single slam of a car door. Almost immediately, the car sped off, swerving around the parking lot like a maniac before disappearing. You stood in shock as Steve held his two middle fingers up at the abandoning vehicle. It was not a home life you would have pictured for King Steve. It was a rather unexpected display you had witnessed, but to Steve, it seemed like any other day. He jogged up the stairs, hands in his jacket pockets and sporting a healing split lip, looking so unaffected by the argument that you almost convinced yourself that you had imagined it.

He paused on the step behind you, finally noticing that you were there, but only for a split second, barely sparing you a glance before moving straight past you and through the doors. You felt heaviness in your chest. No "hello." Even a simple smile would have done. But you supposed they were reserved for his real friends. Sure, you and Steve knew each other - you had friends from the same group, and you had been to a few of his parties, but you hadn't even held a proper conversation with the guy - just dribs and drabs of small talk here and there, but he was nice.

Thoughts of Billy flashed through your mind. It seems as though Billy's appearance at his party the other day had left him wanting nothing to do with you. You understood why, Billy had caused quite the scene over nothing. But there was no reason why you should be punished for his actions. You shook the thoughts out of your head. It was nothing that you should dwell on, so you continued on into the school.

The halls looked strange without their usual morning bustle. The squeak of your sneakers against the freshly waxed floor echoed as you made your way to the school library. You could hear Steve's fast pace ahead of you. His blue, straight-legged jeans and pristine Nike sneakers strode out of your sight until you were left in silence. The silence felt so loud that it rumbled from the high ceiling. You were so sure it was the cause of the last light flickering at the end of the hall. Continuing forward, you took the first left and proceeded straight until you reached the double doors at the end. A flimsy banner hung from the tiled ceiling, "HAWKINS TIGERS ALL THE WAY," with a decent enough illustration of the school mascot, threatened to fall. You treaded lightly as you moved beneath it, holding your breath in fear that any sudden movement would cause it to fall down on you. You released it when you made it safely to the other side.

Your fingers traced along the lockers as you walked, reading the bits and pieces of graffiti as you went; 'Fuck this shit, I'm out' in scrawled handwriting, 'I hate Mondays' with drips of black paint streaking down some of the letters, and a cartoonish depiction of a weed leaf smoking a blunt which made you chuckle. You walked past a trophy case, eyeing the splendid totems of athletic and academic prestige alike. A picture of the basketball team in all their glory on the top shelf, another of the cheerleading squad, yourself included, and a grainy image of the physics club haphazardly chucked on the bottom. Your white sneakers squeaked once more as you pivoted to the right before making a final left to the pine doors of the library.

Before you were six tables placed into two rows of three, with three chairs sitting snugly behind each one. You were surprised to see Nancy 'goodie two shoes' wheeler sat at the front table, with her perfectly permed hair and fur-lined jacket still on her shoulders. You didn't think it was possible for Nancy Wheeler to get detention, but then again, the same could've been said about you. Steve had strangely enough sat on the same table as her, despite every other seat being completely free, leaving an empty chair between them so as not to make it weird. Neither of them spoke to each other and instead opted to sit in silence, fiddling with their finger nails or a loose thread on their jumper. As you took your first foot in, a tall, lanky girl with short, dirty blonde hair sped past you, mumbling a quick sorry when she nearly knocked you off your feet. This unorthodox first impression of the girl, who you had only ever seen around the school halls, had commenced quite the distaste for her already. She was red-faced and sweaty, carrying her thick winter coat over her elbow, undeterred by the chilly weather. The whites of her eyes almost blended with her rosy cheeks, bloodshot like she was holding back tears. She had been in a rush to get here and away from whatever had made her upset. You imagined that's what you must have looked like this morning, and you almost started to feel a little sorry for her. She took the middle table on the left side, dumping her coat on one chair before hiding her face in her arms. If you hadn't known any better, it looked as though she was trying to fall asleep on the table.

You made your way to the table to the right of hers, taking the seat on the furthest side. You kept your coat on for now but dumped your bag on the chair beside you. With a huff, you rested your head in the palm of your hands, watching the back of Nancy and Steve's heads.

The heavy weight of the library door forced its hinges to fold and close impulsively, and Eddie slipped through the crack before it closed all the way, because god forbid he wasted his energy on something as measly as opening a door. The pride in his face when he reached the other side was as if beating the door was life or death. Like he was Indiana Jones rolling under a trap door to avoid being impaled by spikes. All he needed was a wide-brimmed fedora.

You tensed at the sight of him. You had heard rumours that he was a Satan worshiper and that he would do casual rituals on the weekends. You didn't believe it, of course, Eddie was all bark and no bite, but that didn't make you feel any easier around him. Eddie was not a good person. He had been caught one too many times trying to sell weed to freshman because they were 'naïve and easy to upsell' or trying to get them to join his little Hellfire Cult. He would spit and hiss at the teachers, setting up traps in unsuspecting students' lockers, or even straight up stealing their locks so their personal belongings were out for anyone to see. He was like a snake. Once he caught his prey, he was coiling around it, pulling himself into it. Constricting, suffocating, waiting to ascertain it was truly dead before taking a bite. His scales came in the form of clinking enamel badges, and his words were the venom dripping from his tongue. To put it lightly, he was one big bully - a miscreant.

His kleptomaniac fingers touched practically everything he walked by: picking up flyers and not even bothering to read them before dropping them to the floor, unhooking the phone from the receiver so it dangled limply from the checkout desk, and pocketing a few pencils that are no doubt going to end up missing because Eddie Munson has never brought a pencil to school a day in his life. He walked slowly, confidently, giving everyone in the room time to become aware of his presence. You could feel him eyeing you up when he walked by. You met his stare like an owl, following until you couldn't turn your head any further. You weren't going to let him intimidate you and you wanted him to know it. It was the first time you had seen him wearing something other than his usual hellfire shirt and leather jacket. He had the same dark, denim jeans with the holes in the knees and once white reeboks, only this time he wore a black t-shirt with a thick winter coat in a matching colour. Red, plaid fabric peaked out from the confines of his coat. Sensibly, he had worn a shirt over top as an extra layer to keep warm. His footsteps were wide and languid as he moved to his seat, dumping himself on the table behind you and untangling his scarf from around his neck.

Just as everyone settled in, Principal Richard Higgins strode in, stopping dead centre in the mouth of the passageway between the two rows of tables. You tried not to laugh. Principal Higgins was a sight to behold, swapping his usual grey suit and tie for flamboyantly bright pink t-shirt a size too small for his pot belly, a casual white blazer, a pair of jeans and bold coloured sneakers. You didn't notice until now that he had the figure of a lollipop, round on top, but stick thin on the bottom. You understood now why he always wore a suit; it evened him out a bit. Though he did confirm the rumour that teachers were definitely not normal.

He glanced at his fancy watch. "I would first like to congratulate you all for being on time." Though it sounded more sarcastic than sincere.

He seemed to be looking straight at Eddie as he said that. Eddie only responded by kicking his feet up on the desk.

"Now, it is 8:02am. You have exactly eight uneventful hours to spend in each others company." He began pacing up and down the aisle with his chest puffed out in intimidation (well, as intimidating as a lollipop shaped man could be), slapping Eddies feet down as he did.

"You many not talk, you may not move from your seats -" He stopped at the weird girl who had nearly knocked you over and slapped a hand on the desk. She shot up with a gasp. "And you may not sleep."

"Today," He continued, marching to the front, "we're going to try something different. I want all of you to - uh?"

Principal Higgins dropped a stack of notebook paper on the nearest table and then made his way for the pot of pencils on the checkout desk. He paused in confusion when he saw the pot was empty; every pencil hiding snuggly in Eddie's pocket. You rolled your eyes as Eddie snickered behind you. There was a long pause of awkward silence as Principal Higgins made his way around the desk in search of more pencils. There were a few quiet grunts of effort and then a "Ah ha" before he appeared back in front.

"Right, I want all of you to write me an essay of no less than one thousand words describing to me who you think you are." He began handing out paper and pencils to everyone. "And when I say essay, I mean essay. Not a single word repeated a thousand times. Do you understand, Mr. Munson?"

"Mr. Munson understands, Principal Higgins." Eddie said.

Higgins ignored him. "Maybe you'll learn something about why you're here, and perhaps you'll decide whether or not you care to return."

Silence.

"I'll be across the hall in my office. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Questions?"

You saw Steve shake his head and catch Nancy shaking hers like she couldn't believe this was happening to her.

Principal Higgins gave one solid nod to confirm that question and answer time was over before making his way towards the library doors.

"Yeah, I got a question."

He took a pause, hand clenched firmly on the door handle as he twisted around. He raised his brow at Eddie, already sick and tired of his antics.

"Does Don Johnson know that you raided his wardrobe?"

There were a few snickers, including you, trying to discreetly cover your mouth to hide your smile. Principal Higgins was undisturbed. There wasn't a thing Eddie could do or say that would insult him. At least, that's what he wanted him to think.

"You'll find out the answer to that next Saturday. Mr. Munson. Do you have anything else you'd like to say to impress these people?"

Eddie smirked, leaning across the table and clasping his hands. He accepted the challenge, staring the Principal dead in the eye. "You got any naked pictures of your wife?"

The Principal's face turned red, and he referred to him with a hateful look in his eyes. "You've just earned yourself another Saturday detention, Mister." He pointed.

His eyes scoured the room, looking for anybody else who would challenge him. "Does anybody else want to join him?

The laughing stopped.

"Didn't think so."

And with that, he left, leaving the door wide open to give him a straight view of the library through his office window. Eddie chuckled, resting his feet back on the table, clearly proud of the reaction he had gotten.

Then silence.

A lot of silence.

Eddie placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes like he was going to sleep. Nancy began fiddling with her pencil, thinking about how she was going to start her essay. Steve cracked his knuckles, and the other girl (who you had yet to learn the name of) just stared at her paper. You simply sighed, took off your coat, and began daydreaming about all the other ways you could've chosen to spend your Saturday.

The library was by no means modern, but the faculty seemed to have no appreciation for the sort of library they've been given and ungraciously added touches of their own. There was an ugly mix of deep mahogany and grey sheet-metal bookcases, a couple of fake plants collecting dust, and old academic trophies that probably haven't been touched since the sixties. There were posters, some painted, some printed, but most were horrifically Halloween themed, and a rather provocative David Hasselhoff calendar behind the front desk, which the librarian thought no one could see.

Those few times that you had actually stepped foot in the library, you noticed it was never truly quiet. There were always whisperings of students, the whirring of printers, and the clicking of keyboards and typewriters.

But today, a Saturday, with only five students bored out of their minds, it was truly silent.

The library was so quiet that you could practically hear the books ageing. The books consumed the noise, leaving you all in a suffocatingly awkward space of ineloquent glances. Broad daylight struggled to reach the room. Not that the sun was trying to, but the blinds sought out to fight against it anyway. Instead, it was the hanging lights above that lit the maze of a room. The soft lights were enough to put you to sleep. Your eyes were fluttering softly, your head drooping--

"Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings

Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams

Blinded by me, you can't see a thing

Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream

Master, master!"

Your peaceful almost-slumber was rudely interrupted when Eddie opened his big mouth to sing that god-awful song. You had never listened to it in your life, but would gladly never listen to it again if it meant that Eddie would shut the hell up. You turned around to give him a glare of annoyance, and when you turned back, you noticed that the others had done the same. He peeked out through one eye, smirking at the look on everyone's faces, before continuing, only this time he was humming instead. Thank god.

"Shit!" Eddie sprang up, feet down, sitting up straight and alert. He startled you, and you turned again. "What are we supposed to do if we gotta take a leak?"

He pretended to undo his zipper, the childish act making you roll your eyes. "If you gotta go, you gotta go."

"Oh my god." Nancy looked like she was going to throw up. She turned and shielded her eyes.

"Try it, and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor." Steve threatened.

Eddie laughed, accomplishing his mission of upsetting the others. "You know, you're pretty sexy when you're angry, big boy."

He turned his attention to the quiet girl sat adjacent to him. She shifted under his gaze.

"Hey Buckley," She turned with a look of boredom, like she was used to his antics, "why don't you go and close that door so I can get our little cheerleader here naked?"

You almost gave yourself whiplash with how quickly you turned to glare at him. "Don't even think about it asshole."

"Why you a virgin?"

"Fuck you."

"You're disgusting." Nancy added.

"Awe, I'm sorry, you feeling left out, Princess? There's plenty of me to go around. But I suppose if you don't want to wait your turn, I wouldn't say no to a three-way."

"Ugh, you're such a creep!"

"Listen, man, if you piss me off, you're totalled." Steve defended the two of you, though you felt it was more for Nancy's sake than yours.

"Totalled?"

"Totally."

"Just ignore him, Steve. Maybe he'll go away." Nancy suggested, placing a hand on his shoulder to turn him to face the front.

There was a pause. Their shoulders relaxed when they had thought Eddie had given up.

"Oh, so are you two like boyfriend/girlfriend?" Eddie teased.

No reply.

"Steady dates?"

Silence.

"Lovers?"

Nancy continued to ignore him, but Steve smouldered with anger.

"Tell me, Princess, have you two played hide the sausage yet?"

"GO TO HELL!"

"Hey, keep it down in there!" Higgins called from across the hall.

He rolled backwards on his office chair until the five of them came into view. They were all seated exactly how he left them. He rolled back out of sight.

Everybody visibly relaxed.

Eddie hid the shock of Nancy's outburst behind another annoying smirk.

"Just ignore him, guys." You advised. "He's only doing it to get a rise out of you."

"Sweetheart, you couldn't ignore me if you tried." He gave you a confident wink.

You hated that it made your cheeks flush with heat. You quickly turned before you gave him something else to tease you over.

"We gotta close them doors. How are we supposed to party with the old pinhead checking us out every two seconds?" Eddie stood from his seat and moved towards the doors.

"I don't think that's a good idea. The doors are supposed to stay open." This 'Buckley' opened her mouth for the first time since she's got here. Everybody looked at her bewildered.

It was only Eddie who didn't seem phased by this, but he still paused. "What do you mean 'supposed to'?"

"Vernon said, Dingus, and I really don't want to get on his bad side. I mean, Mrs. Clickety Clackety is already threatening me with suspension, and I can't afford that. How am I supposed to get accepted into any sort of college if I get suspended. They'll think I'm a horrible student, and I'll be one big massive reject and--"

"Whoa, Robin, slow down." Steve interrupted her breathless rambling. You were struggling to keep up with each word. She was talking so fast. Just total word vomit, like she'd been trying to keep it down since she got here and suddenly just projectiled everywhere. It didn't even occur to you then that Steve knew her name.

"So?" Was Eddie's only blunt reply.

"So, why don't you just shut up." Steve scowled. "There's four other people in here, you know? Stop thinking about yourself for once."

"Wow, you're a math wiz, Sporto. I bet you know your ABCs, too. See, I knew you were smart. You hide it well, Harrington." Steve grimaced at that. "I mean, let's face it, you gotta be smart to play basketball."

"Who are you to judge?" Steve challenged. "You don't even count. If you disappeared forever, it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."

There was a twitch in Eddie's eye. He hated how that got to him, but he recovered swiftly. "Oh? Well, maybe I'll join the basketball team or the wrestling team? Or better yet, the student council, I think you'd like some of the ideas I have in mind for this place."

He moved slowly, intimidatingly to Steve's table, stopping in front of it before leaning down so he towered over Steve. He reminded you of an adult reprimanding a little boy. But Steve wasn't a little boy. He could hold his own.

"You could try, but they'd never take you."

"Damn, I'm hurt. truly." Eddie was definitely not hurt.

"Will you just stop? If you keep this up, Higgins is gonna come storming in here. I've got a game next Saturday, and I'm not gonna miss it because of you."

"Wouldn't that be a bite? Missing a whole game." Eddie feigned sympathy.

"You wouldn't know anything about it, Freak. You've never competed in your life."

"I know, and I feel all empty inside because of it." Eddie puffed his chest as if his heart was swelling with pride. "I have such a deep admiration for guys who toss balls into laundry baskets."

"Whatever, man. You don't have any goals."

"See, that's where you're wrong, I do have goals." Eddie paused in suspense, and Steve perked up a little in his seat. "My goal is to be exactly like you."

Steve slumped back and rolled his eyes. "You're worthless."

"I compete." Robin added after a beat. All eyes turned to her. You could tell she didn't like that much, but she continued anyway. "I'm in band, and I'm on the debate team, and I'm in the Latin club and chess team. This one time, with the debate team, we had this big banquet at the Hilton and we had to get dressed up. And, uh, I didn't have any shoes so I had to wear my mom's shoes. It was kind of weird because my Nana doesn't like when I wear other people's shoes. But, yeah. It's not athletic, but I compete in a lot of stuff."

"That's not the same, Rob." Steve sighed.

"You have to be a jock to compete?" Eddie confronted.

"I was talking about athletic competition."

"What's the difference?" You questioned. Everyone turned to you this time, but you kept your attention on Steve. You could see the proud smile on Eddie's face out of the corner of your eye.

"What do you mean?"

"What I said."

Eddie's eyebrow raised in amusement, enjoying someone else putting Steve in his place for a change. If he was being totally honest, Eddie didn't really have anything against Steve. Steve's friends, on the other hand, were a different story. Eddie found himself being hounded by Steve's friends more often than not, but Steve didn't actually do anything. But he didn't stop it either. Of all of them, he was the easiest to rile up, and Eddie couldn't help but cease the moment whenever he could.

Steve scoffed but bowed out of the conversation. "You're all fucked."

"Hey man, watch your mouth. There's ladies here remember? They don't appreciate you using a word like FUCK! in front of them." Eddie gestured to you. "I don't know if you know this, big boy, but her mother is a nun!"

It was true that your mother was a religious person, but she was certainly not a nun. "No she isn't."

"Sorry," He turned back to Steve. "Her father is a nun!"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped your lips. The sound caused a mischievous glint in Eddie's eyes. You hated it.

"Higgins is leaving." Nancy proclaimed suddenly.

Eddie paused with wide eyes like a deer in headlights, not wanting to get caught out of his seat. Everyone looked down the hall in time to see Principle Higgins exit his office, not even sparing them a glance. Eddie proceeded to the doors, peeking his head out to watch Higgins drink from the water fountain at the other end of the hall.

Eddie came back in the room. "We gotta move fast, the scumbag's just filling his tank."

Steve sent Nancy an annoyed look that said 'why did you have to tell him that?', causing her to shy away. She was already thinking the same thing herself. Eddie pulled a chair to the door, stood on it and took a guitar pick out of his pocket. With the guitar pick, he removed a screw from the door spring assembly. He jumped off the chair and the door closed behind him.

"That's not funny, man. Fix it."

"Please fix it." Robin pleaded.

"Am I a genius?" Eddie asked, though it was more of a brag than a question, as he quickly pushed the chair back to its rightful spot.

"No, you're an asshole."

There was a muffled "Hey!" from behind the door and everyone rushed to act as casual as possible. Eddie quickly took his seat, only this time he sat next to you. You tensed uncomfortably, smelling the faint cigarette smoke on his coat. You wanted to smack him for being so stupid. You just prayed that Higgins wouldn't notice he swapped seats.

The door busted open.

"Why is this door closed?" There was fury in his eyes.

Everyone remained silent, avoiding meeting his eyes. Steve turned to look at Eddie as if deciding the best way to rat him out.

Eddie jumped in before he could say anything. "How should we know, we're not supposed to move, right?"

Higgins singled out Steve, obviously noticing how he had looked at Eddie. "Why is that door closed?"

Steve looked to Eddie once again. You were cringing at how obvious he made it. You could feel Eddie shaking his leg under the desk. A nervous habit? Perhaps Eddie was afraid to get caught. Or he was just furious at Steve for even thinking about being a snitch. He lowered his eyes at Steve, a glare that said, 'Go on, I dare you'. Steve backed down.

"We were just sitting here. Like we're supposed to." Nancy answered for Steve, who was taking a suspicious amount of time to reply.

"The wind must've blew it." Robin added.

"It just... closed, Sir." Steve reluctantly agreed.

Principal Higgins eyed Eddie anyway and pointed a thick sausage finger. "This looks like the mindless sort of crap you'd find amusing, Munson."

"I think a screw fell out of it. I heard something that sounded like a screw falling out." Eddie tried to persuade.

"Yeah, right. Give me the screw."

"I don't have it."

"Am I going to have to turn you upside down and shake you?"

"I don't have it, Sir. Screws fall out all the time. The world is an imperfect place."

"Give it to me, Munson."

He smiled suggestively. "Where do you want it?"

"With all due respect, Principal Higgins," you interrupted before he made things worse for himself. "Why would somebody steal a screw?"

Eddie looked at you in surprise, but you made it clear to him that you didn't do it because you liked him. Higgins walked back to the door.

"How do your parents put up with you, Munson?"

"They gave up on me a long time ago, Sir." He said it with such sincerity that your heart actually ached for him.

Higgins opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. He realised how pointless it was to go after him. Instead, he went to the door, trying his luck at opening it and hoping it stayed that way. It didn't. He tried again, this time grabbing a chair to hold it open.

"That won't work. The door is way too heavy."

Higgins ignored Eddie. He pushed the chair against the door and let go. It threw the chair across the room, and the door slammed with an echoing bang. There were a few gasps of surprise and snorts of laughter.

Higgins fumed, eyeing the room for a solution. "Harrington, get up."

Steve unwillingly got up from his seat as the Principal directed him to grab one end of a bookcase.

"How come he gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up. It'll be anarchy!"

You elbowed Eddie's side to shut him up. He wasn't making this better for himself, which would no doubt end up with all of you getting punished. The two of them heaved together, and Steve actually ended up doing most of the work. The odd book fell to the floor, nearly tripping them up as they hefted it along slowly. They struggled for a few more minutes to slide the bookcase over to the door. Only when they finally got it in place did Eddie open his mouth again.

"That's very clever, Sir. But what if there's a fire?"

Higgins hadn't thought of that, but he didn't let it show.

"I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children is unwise at this juncture in your career, Sir." Robin chimed in and then sunk back in her seat under the Principal's stare.

Higgins turned back to Steve. "Alright, what are you doing with this? Get this outta here, for God's sake! What's the matter with you? Come on!"

Steve wanted to kill Eddie for opening his big mouth and then Robin for supporting him. The two of them struggled again to move it back to its original place. Once done, Steve sat back down with bated breaths.

Principal Higgins started towards Eddie, sweat dripping from his forehead, despite barely lifting a finger. "You're not fooling anybody, Munson. The next screw that falls out will be you."

Eddie muttered under his breath. "Eat my shorts."

"What was that?" Higgins barked.

"Eat. My. Shorts."

"You've just bought yourself another detention, Mister."

"Ugh, I'm crushed." Eddie faked a wince.

"You just bought yourself another."

"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that."

"Another."

"Hmm, beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar."

"Another."

You looked at Eddie fearfully. He was getting absolutely slaughtered by Principal Higgins. Although, no matter how much you dislike him, you couldn't help but be moved by his defiance.

"Cut it out." You whispered to him.

He ignored your plea, keeping up his front. He wasn't going to let this scumbag of a Principal break him. Not in front of the others, and, for reasons Eddie didn't quite understand yet, certainly not in front of you. He dared Higgins to give him another.

"Okay, Munson, your ass is mine for the next two months."

"I'm thrilled."

"You sure would like everybody to think that, wouldn't you? Maybe if you spent more time trying to do something with yourself and less time trying to impress people, you might be better off." Higgins brought his attention back to everyone else. "I'm not gonna put up with any more crap from any of you. Next time I have to come in here, I'll be coming to crack skulls."

He set his threat with a hard, angry glare and finally left the room.

The silence set in once again.

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eddiemunsonsluvrrr · 2 years

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Would anyone be interested in a Joseph Quinn fic based off of ‘tis the damn season’ by Taylor Swift??🤨

I’m a major Swiftie, and Evermore is one of my fave albums so is this song😪

A little exes to lovers trope🤭

I don’t mind writing rpf but no smut! I don’t feel comfortable writing it personally! :)

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn #angst #fluff #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x you #maybe even a mini-series if not a one-shot??

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witchychanel · 2 years

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What Once Was...

Stranger Things x Supernatural AU

Part 2: Got a Secret

Summary: Things get a little bloody. A little dark. When Josh sees you with Eddie. Secrets you wanted to keep are now exposed.

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags: Josh (oc) x fem!reader (hybrid reader)

(pronouns: she/her); Eddie x fem!reader (soon); Dean Winchester x fem!reader (mentioned (past))

Warnings: 🔴 Domestic Violence, violence cheating, witchcraft (idk if that's a warning), blood, language, fighting, hurt Max, meantions of puke

A/N: So a Balcoin/Blackwell witch is from The Secret Circle. You can watch the first and only season on The CW app. The Belcoin are white in the show and probably in the book.

Now since I am not white (but if you are you obviously don't have to do this). I have written into my book series that Y/N is related to them by a family adoption decades before she was born.

I promise that the next part is fluff some angst but mostly fluff. Also Mr. Winchester is in the next part.

Part 1: What Once Was

Previously: Eddie took the sleeve of his jacket and wiped your tears. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. That girl, she was just a client” he whispered. You put a hand on his cheek and rub your pinky under his bottom lip. He tilted his head and kissed your finger. He got closer to your face and your foreheads touched and lips gently rub against each other. Just as you were about to kiss him a car pulled up. Not just any car. Josh’s car.

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You push by Eddie and make your way towards Josh. The look on Josh’s face was pure anger and hatred. “Josh what are you doing here-” he smacked you across the face which led you to fall on your knees to the ground. Eddie and Max came running towards you. “I kissed one girl and now you’re here being a whore with the freak”. Max was rubbing her hand up and down your back asking if you were okay. But you looked at the ground in pure shock.

“What the fuck is your problem man!” you heard Eddie yell. “Why would you do that?!” he exclaimed.

You lift your head to see Josh start to swing at Eddie. Josh’s left fist hits Eddie in the face, causing Eddie to groan and spit out the blood in his mouth. Eddie laughed and smirked while saying “Is that the best you got?”.

Josh came running at Eddie and tackled him to the ground. Josh straddles Eddie and raises his fist to hit him. Eddie lifts his right leg and knees Josh in the back and pushes Josh off of him. Eddie stands and locks eyes with you, he was about to start walking towards you when he heard Josh say “Why can’t you stay away from my girl?”

Josh got up from the ground and continued with “Answer me freak!”

“You were just kissing another girl, Josh!”, he heard you yell. You stood up and walked over towards him. You put your finger in his chest “you were kissing a girl in front of everyone in our fucking class!”

“You fucking humiliated me!” he yelled back

“How the fuck can I do that when you’re the one kissing another fucking girl!!”

“You know what Y/N”

“WHAT!!”

“Me and that girl have been fucking behind your back for months... well if I’m being honest, she wasn’t the only one I was fucking.”

You feel your heart sink to the ground. “Why-” tears fall out of your eye’s “how could you do this to me!”

“STOP FUCKING CRYING!! GOD YOU ARE SO ANNYOING-” your fist made contact with Josh’s face sending him stumbling back.

“You bitch” he spits blood out of his mouth and starts to run towards you. This time it’s Eddie to tackles him to the ground. Josh knees Eddie in the stomach sending Eddie to roll on his side. As Josh gets off of the ground, he grabs Eddie by the collar of his shirt lifting him from the ground. He turns his head towards you.

“You really don’t get do you..” his laugh sound like something out of a horror movie “oh sweetheart... You really are a dumb fucking bitch”

“Here I thought the Winchesters were supposed be smart”

“What...how do you...I-”

“I’m not a Winchester”

“No. You’re right. You’re just their whore!”

“Or maybe you are just Dean’s whore”

“Or just a whore in general”

“Actually...no, you’re more of a prude. A Balcoin prude” You stare at him in shock. How does he know that you’re a witch? How does he know the Dean? Has he hurt Dean as well? Or worse has he killed him and you just don’t know about it?

Your heart is pounding fast as you lock eyes with him. He gives you a sinister smile before his eye’s turn black and back to normal so fast if you would have blinked at the same time you would have never have guessed he was a demon.

He throws Eddie to the ground making Eddie groan in pain and roll over not facing you or Josh.

Once you saw his soulless black eyes a million thoughts were running through your head; but a few stood out the most. The main priority was to get Eddie and Max to safety.

Should you risk Max and Eddie using your powers to get them to safety? Would Eddie hate you for not telling him? Would he be terrified of you? Would Max hate you for not saving Billy?

You looked at the red head as a tear fell down your face. Deciding not to show your powers you run at Josh at “human full speed” just before you kick him you spin which adds a bit more power to your kick, it sends him back a few feet. You run towards him once again and knee him, causing to fly back.

Once he was on the ground you mind controlled Max, Eddie and the other neighbors to get inside and salt the doors and windows. Once the neighbors were done you mind controlled them to stay in the positions that they were in before they salted the doors and windows.

You made Max and Eddie to stay inside but not before hexing the trailer to make it look like they were outside.

You see Josh start to get up and you start running into the woods out of sight of the neighboring trailers and houses. You see a clearing in the woods and use a very long stick to make a devil's trap into the dirt. You hear Josh’s foots steps get closer to your location and use your powers to turn invisible.

You create an illusion of yourself running away from the large devil's trap and Josh or the demon falls for it running right inside the devil's trap. “What-”

“Here I thought you demons were supposed to be smart”, you smirked. You were about to exorcising the demon when he spoke “You know...if you get rid of me Josh will be very, very injured”

“Who knows he may even be dead”

You feel your body draining. What if Josh has bed for a while? What if a demon was with you the whole time? Did a demon kill Billy? What if everything in the upside down is connected to demons?

Your raise your magic to bind Josh’s hands and feet making him kneel on the ground. A black fog leaves your right hand as you raise it to look into the mind of the demon. You see all exactly when Josh became a demon. You see that Josh is still alive and locked away in closet. But he doesn’t look hurt or injured. You’re shock to see that he’s actually enjoying himself.

He’s watching some stupid annoying movie and eating a bunch of junk food. You look more into his mind; you see that Josh has been inviting the demon to possess him to torment you for some time now.

You see Josh and these other women around your school that he has fucked while being with you. It makes you wonder why no one has ever said anything to you. It makes you wonder if they are possessed as well.

You get out of Josh’s head but not before sewing his mouth shut. You lift your head towards the clear night sky. You close your eyes and whisper the words “skies above give me a sign”. You feel a rain drop fall on your face and you smirk.

After a few more seconds it starts to pour. “You feel that demon...oh wait...you can’t speak”.

“You know how this just nice clean rain water? … watch this”. You throw your hands in the air, turn your head towards the possessed Josh and say four words that made the demon start to scream loudly if his mouth wasn’t shut “give me holy water”. You used your enhanced speed and rushed towards Josh making sure to heal some internal l wounds he may have. You made sure to leave the punch on this face as a cover, when you send his ass to jail. Maybe.

Once you feel like you healed him enough you let go of him. You use your right hand to magically unsew his mouth. You see the demon spill out of Josh’s mouth and go straight to hell. Josh body falls to the grown and you kneel down to check his pulse. Noticing that it was steady, you took your fingers off his neck. You looked up and said “stop this storm”.

Once the freak isolated storm stopped you used your powers to dry you both. Grabbing the arm of Josha and you teleported back to the bench by Eddie’s trailer. Still having Max and Eddie under mind control you made them come outside and made them get into the positions that they were before.

Max had ran to her dog, petting it for comfort. You positioned Eddie on the floor in the exact way, he was in. This could have been a lot easier if you would just have stopped time. But lord knows how much trouble you would be in.

Just before Josh can wake up you made all of the salt that Eddie, Max and the neighbors may have used disappear. After you were satisfied that everything was in place you took the mind control off of everyone. You rolled your eyes as you heard Josh call you a bitch. “You’re going to pay for that!”

He starts to run towards “Max!! Call the cops!” Eddie yelled.

“Hurry!”

The read head ran inside to call Hopper. She was hysterical while talking to him, you can hear her telling him to please hurry! Not wanting to fight Josh anymore you made your way to the benches to use them to separate each other so that he can’t get to you.

Turning your head to look towards Eddie, you can see him slowly make his way to you. “Eddie!” you yell seeing him trip and fall to the ground. “Max, take him to your house please!!”

As you watch Max help Eddie you don’t even see Josh jump onto the table and tackle you. He straddles your body and wraps a hand around your neck. “Where is the demon” he whispers darkly.

“Y/N!” Max lets go of Eddie making him fall to the ground. She runs towards Josh and jumps onto his back putting him to a choke hold. Josh let’s go of your throat and throws Max onto the table making her go unconscious.

“Max” you croaked. “Eddie please get her”.

Josh grabs a fistful of your hair and drags you away from the table. He continues to drag you until he hears the police siren and red and blue of the lights of the cop car. Josh gets spooked let’s go of your hair and runs into the woods. You let out a sigh of relief as you see cops chase after him.

You start to cry not in sadness or of pain but of frustration. God I should have just killed him you thought to yourself. You say a simple slow healing spell in your head and start to breath in a relax way. You groan as you get off the ground.

You see Max getting carried into an ambulance by Hopper. “OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPEND!” you hear the scared voice of Max’s mother say as she gets out of her car. “Are they going to be okay” you say rubbing your sore head. No one says anything as the ambulance that has Max drives away. A stretcher makes its way towards a seriously injured Eddie. You raced to him so that you can heal him a bit before they take him away.

“Hey princesses” he says trying to wipe your tears. You take his hand into yours and immediately start to heal him. You give his knuckles a gentle kiss “You’re going to be okay Eddie, I promise”

“Excuse me you need to move so that we can work on him”. “Okay” you sniffled. You got off of the ground and watched as they loaded him into the ambulance. “Can I go with him?”

“No-”

“Yes-” “yes she can, she needs to get looked at so that I can ask her questions” Hopper said in irritation.

“Thank you” you whispered. “Don’t thank me Y/N, I need to get you checked out so I can find out what the hell just happened here”.

You got into the ambulance and saw his beautiful smile. “They’re letting me ride with you, so I can get a clean bill of health to give them a statement”.

“Eddie.. I -” you cried for the billionth time that night. “I should have never gone to your house to ask you for a ride”.

“Ma’am you need to calm down” the EMT urged. “I’m sorry... it’s just all my fault! I should have walked my lazy ass home from the party”.

You start to feel light headed and sick; almost as if you’re going to puke. “Oh, crap I almost forgot” you look at Eddie in a confused manner as he taps an EMT on the arm. “Yes” the male EMT person says.

“She gets motion sickness, very easily. But somehow never on a boat” He gave you a teasing smirk. You roll your eyes at him.

“It’s my secret Eds”

“I know you seem to have a lot of them”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing...it’s just you’ve never mentioned any Winchester and you never mentioned whatever a Balcoin is”

You were about to reply and tell him you can talk about this later but the ambulance stops arriving at the hospital and the EMT’s make you get out, so they can get him out.

You gave the nurse you name and address and she called your dad. After what seems to be hours the doctors decided to give you a sedative to make you sleep.

You opened your eyes to see the sunlight peeking from behind the curtains. You feel a warm hand holding your right hand. You close them again thinking it was to bright in the room. “Dad?” you quietly said feeling your throat dry as the desert.

You heard a chuckle that can only come from person “well...I can be your dad...but I think I would preferer being your daddy”

You open your eyes and met the green apple eyes of Dean Winchester. You give him a classic bitch face. “What?!...come on” he laughs as you smack his arm.

“So..” he starts to say as he gets out of the chair that he used to sit next to you.

“How have you been?” he asked after he lays a gentle kiss on your forehead. And once again taking your hand.

*~*

I think Y/N has some explaining to do...I think she may be in a bit of a love triangle...

*~*

I am sorry for the amount of violence that was in this..I promise the next part is fluff and a tad bit of angst....

You can read part 1 here: What Once Was

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The New Girl in Hawkins High (Chapter 1)

Sorry for the lame title. It’s my very first stranger things smut series. English is my second language so don’t judge me too much. I might also sound very repetitive and boring, but give me some credit please. If you like it, I will take more and more effort to make it better! Thank you guys, for anything, criticism, compliments, sharing, following, likes, suggestions, in advance!! ❤️Also it might take me awhile but I will make sure to make it as adventurous and as dark and as creepy and as realistic to stranger things, and their characters as possible!

P.S I INCLUDE PICTURES, I don’t know if you’re into it, but I’m sure there are people who are visual just like I am! If not I’m sorry for ruining it for you! 😘

Summary: You’re the new pretty girl in Hawkins high school who happens to be also very smart, you meet lots of interesting students. Some guys will have interest in you, some will want to take advantage, some will want to protect you. And you most definitely will end up in the darkest of adventures.

Creepy!Crazy!EddieMunsonXFeminine!GoodGirl!Reader,

Flirty!SteveHarringtonXReader,

Mean!Creepy!Andy(Jock)XReader,

Bully!JasonCarverXReader

Word count: 1,452

WARNINGS:

🔞NO MINORS! GUYS THESE SERIES WILL TRAUMATISE YOU! SO SKIP IT, STAY INNOCENT. ANGST, Fluff, pet name calling (sweetheart, doll, babe, angel), detailed smut (p in v) unprotected, anal, spit, choking, slapping, name calling ((slut, whore, dumb, bitch, stupid)) groping, fondling, fingering, fishhook), noncon, denied orgasm, urine play, vines ((tentacles)), creepy, gross, stalking. If I’m missing anything let me know! 😘

For your first day in Hawkins high school you decided to wear a white pleaded skirt, baby pink polo shirt, white flat Lacoste sneakers and an oversized denim jacket, school was only 10 min away from where you lived so you decided to walk.

As you’re making your way to the main entrance you look around, scanning your surroundings. Seeing some of students in the parking lot smoking, others are getting off the bus rushing inside. It’s quite crowded and no one seems to really notice the new face, except for some students that walk right past you. Girls are whispering something into each others ears, possibly gossiping about you. Guys are checking you out from head to toe. It made you feel a little uneasy at first, but you’re trying not to think too much about it.

You know you’re a pretty looking girl, you take a great care of your appearance, your hair is always washed and done, skin is smooth, smelling fresh, you wear high quality clothes, manicure pedicure done, you have a great posture, you walk in small light steps with your head high, swinging your hair from side to side.

You spent hours at home, doing 5-6 steps of facial routines, yoga, reading books, and reorganizing your stuff. It was a way of distracting yourself from reality. Taking care of your physical appearance and mind is what made you feel confident, like you’ve got some sort of control over your life.

Despite of your personal life, falling apart after your parents got divorced, mother chose her new boyfriend which you couldn’t stand being around to, she decided to stay in Los Angeles. And you decided to fly out to Hawkins with your father to start a new life in a little house in suburbia.

As you’re making your way through the main entrance door of Hawkins High, you look around through students, trying to make your way past them to the lockers. You take the key out of your oversized denim jacket pocket. Checking the number of your locker “110”.

115…116… crap.

You get slightly embarrassed, you’ve been walking forwards so confidently now you have to turn around and go back since you’ve missed your locker. You smile to yourself a little and turn around, walking back in shame till you find the locker with number 110 on it.

“There it is” you whisper to yourself. Unlocking it and opening slowly, finding a textbook laying there in the dark, you pick it up to see who’s it is

“Heather Holloway”, hmm I better take this and give this to one of the teachers.

Unzipping your back pack, you put it inside while taking your other books out and neatly putting them inside your locker. As you close your locker, you get scared by a broad figure leaning against the locker next to yours. A gasp escapes your mouth “Oh jeez… you scared me”

??? “Hey new girl, this must be your first day in this school” he stares at your face, giving a little smile

“Hey, yes it is” you respond with the same little smile while locking your locker, and bending down at your knees to pick up your backpack off the floor. You do it ever so quickly and smoothly, since you’re embarrassed by the thought of your face being in the same level as this guys crotch. You stand up straight looking right at him

??? “Well maybe we could hang out during our break time, me and my boys will be hanging out in the lunchroom, pretty girls like you are always welcome to sit with us”

You giggle a little and he couldn’t help himself but smile more at your adorable little giggle

“I’m flattered, we’ll see about that, but thank you”

??? “You know we’ll tell you all about this school, which students are safe to hang around with and which you should avoid, also I don’t think I’ve asked for your name?” He leans a little closer to you, invading your personal space while having this little smirk on his face

“Y/N” you bite your bottom lip slightly while shying away “A..and you are?”

??? “Y/N, I like it, it’s beautiful just like you are…-“ he leans closer to your blushing face before someone else cuts him off

??? “Andy, come on man, we need to go!”

Andy gently slams with his palm against the locker out of frustration.

“I guess I’ll see you around then Y/N, and don’t be a stranger” he gives you a quick wink, and a cheeky smile before he walks off with the blonde guy.

You watch them as they go, pretty cheerleaders accompanying them, you’re checking out their uniforms, noticing a basketball ball logo patch on the right side of the sleeve of their varsity jacket. Making an observation, they’re playing basketball, they’re the cool, popular guys. It gave you a little ego boost to be approached by one of the cool jocks.

Didn’t expect this school to have more good looking guys than my previous school.

Just as soon as they disappeared in the crowd of other students, bell rang, which brought you back to the reality. You rushed through the corridor trying to find your history class, it didn’t take you too long, before you entered inside, you took a deep breath in, you really hoped there was an empty seat next to someone nice and not a creep or a bully. As you walked through the door you were relieved to see that all of the students were loud and busy getting their stuff out of their back packs, they haven’t really noticed you yet, you took a little time to scan the classroom to spot and empty seat next to a tall girl with a brown messy bob. She was sitting in the last row next to the window. You slowly walked towards her. “Hey” you approached her “Is this seat taken?” She looked up at you somewhat spaced out, and confused

??? “Yeah.. no, I mean hi. It’s available, I’m Robin. And you’re new here?”

She gives you a warm smile as you sit down next to her taking your books out of your backpack “Yes I’m new, nice to meet you Robin I’m Y/N”

Robins cheeks get a little reddish,

“So, don’t take this the wrong way but you’re like hot, I mean really hot, you probably already made new friends, I mean of course you have, unless everyone was intimidated by your looks, which I would be, but our jocks probably wouldn’t miss an opportunity to get you to know you, and you know I can see that you could easily become one of the cheerleaders, I’m sorry I can’t seem to shut up..“ she runs her fingers through her hair nervously.

You watch her ramble with a smile on your face, she’s such a pure and genuine soul “Thats okay Robin” in fact it was more than okay, you were so lucky to be sitting next to such good spirited person “I haven’t made any new friends yet, there was this guy who approached me before and that’s pretty much it”

Classroom gone silent, as history’s teacher began the lesson, you felt students instead of paying attention to the blackboard they were staring at you. You sat up straight, facing forward trying not to mind these curious eyes.

You liked history it was interesting but you were more of a science kind of girl which nobody knew about that because you liked to keep it to yourself. You were a bit of a nerd. Hot nerd.

History class felt extremely short since you had Robin next to you, talking and talking about some of her friends that you should meet, especially Steve Harrington with which she has worked at the “Scoops Ahoy” at the mall before the fire broke out. And now they’re working at the “Family video” store together, they’re like platonic friends with a capital P. She knows so much about him since they’ve been through a lot, so she thinks you could be a pretty fun and hot distraction for him.

“Hey, since the class is over, would you like to come with me to meet some of the people I know down the lunchroom?” She starts packing stuff, while inviting you to join her in the lunchroom nervously

“Id love that Robin, but someone already asked me to join them during lunch break, but I’ll see what I can do, now I have to go to the bathroom, excuse me” as your rush off, before you exit you turn around and yell out to her “but it was nice meeting you Robin!”

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