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porchlightfairy · 2 years

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plsss something about sinclair!reader having a massive crush on eddie, but scared to tell him cause she’s literally the opposite of chrissy and the majority of the girls at their HS….idk maybe lucas accidentally saying something and reader avoids him??? don’t be shy to add a lot of angst hehe thnx xo

It all went wrong in a night

a/n: this ended up being longer than i expected. i hope you enjoy!

eddie munson x sinclair!reader

warnings: panic attack, chrissy being one-dimensional, ANGST, crying, Lucas unintentionally being mean, bullying

word count: 4.2k

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You were jealous of your younger brother, Lucas. He was able to maintain having two friend groups while throughout high school you weren’t able to keep a single friend. Not that you weren’t impressionable or anything, you just had a tendency to grow apart. They had their interest and you didn’t like their interests. So you would keep to yourself for the most part. You were considered weird now, you never went to parties nor did you interact with the popular kids. You were socially awkward and had a hard time talking with your peers.

Since you didn’t have a friend group you would typically sit with the other outcasts in the Hellfire Club with your brother. You had never done it before but your brother helped you warm up to them. You wouldn’t consider them your friends though. They were your brother’s, you were just his older sister that wanted to tag along. The only one that would truly interact with you was Eddie Munson, the club president, and dungeon master.

Sometimes, he would ask what you were reading or what you had in your sack lunch. If there was nothing to talk about within the club, he would talk to you instead. He was very nice to you. One of the few boys to do that with you. And because of that you couldn’t help but have some feelings for him.

But of course, you weren’t the only girl he was nice to. There was Chrissy Cunningham the popular cheerleader and freshly on the market. After a very messy break-up with her long-term high school sweetheart, Jason, you heard her talking on and on about how nice Eddie was to her. He was her shoulder to cry on for weeks. It was hard for her not to fall for him. And there were clear signs of him reciprocating. Not that you ever saw that but she was convinced. You heard her babble to her cheerleader friends about it.

You were jealous of Chrissy too. She had the friends, the smile, the talent, and the skill. Things you didn’t have. If Eddie were to choose between the two of you, you had no shot of winning.

You sat in a stall and waited for the gaggle of cheerleaders to leave to practice. It was Friday, which meant it was hellfire club for Lucas but his coach had told him during the day to be sure to be at practice. So he could be at either. You would pick him after whichever ever so you had to make sure you knew which direction he would be coming from. You decide to check on the Hellfire Club first to see if he was there. You knock on the door and wait for a few moments.

The door swiftly opens, “Sinclair nice of you to finally join us…” Eddie booms making you jump backward, “Oh sorry, wrong Sinclair. Sister Sinclair, to what do we owe the pleasure of your presence.” He smiles.

“Oh, um, I was just looking for Lucas, but if he’s not here I’ll look somewhere else.” You spin on your heels.

“Brother Sinclair didn’t show up but hey since you’re here maybe you could help us. The party is down a player and could really use some help.”

“From me?” You laugh nervously, “But I don’t really know how to play dungeons and dragons. Lucas tried once and he never wanted to again. I’m not that teachable.”

“Well, I’m sure with all of us there you could learn something. I’m a pretty good teacher.” He holds out his hand to you, “C’mon, I promise it’s not that scary. No matter what the guys tell you.”

You can’t help but smile. You take his hand gently and he pulls you into the theater room. Through the room and to the main stage was a large table set up in the darkness. You see all the members at the table, the only spot left open was the one right next to Eddie. As you take your seat, Eddie begins his monologue. “Welcome adventurers, we will be resuming our journey to the world’s end. Along the way you meet a traveler.” Eddie points to you, “And they have agreed to accompany you on this adventure.”

You swallow hard when a blank character sheet is placed in front of you with a pencil. You stare at it wide-eyed. Eddie leans over and explains to you every bit on the page. Jesus, there was so much happening on a single page. You had to roll dice skills?! Why not just pick random numbers? Why do you need slots for magic? Why not cast it all the time? You know magic, did you suddenly forget?

The questions would continue to fill your mind as you filled out the sheet. The session was tough for everyone, you were sure of it. The combat was very stop-and-go, every time it was your turn. You would apologize profusely before asking for help yet again. You were flustered with everyone staring. You felt terrible when it was over. You swore you heard a collective sigh of relief. Everyone then leaves the school, heading home for the night.

“Hey, no worries. You did good for your first session.” Eddie slings an arm over your shoulder. Your heart squeezes at the motion.

“Thanks. I probably couldn’t have done much without your help.” You say, “But I probably won’t play again.”

Eddie clicks his tongue, “That’s too bad. I’ll keep your character sheet though. Just in case.”

“Yeah, just in case you need to start a fire.” You mumble. Eddie lets out a hearty laugh, you didn’t think you said it that loud. You feel yourself begin to get flustered. The air in the parking lot cools down your face. As the Hellfire Club leaves the theater, the basketball team leaves the gym. You see Lucas coming out of the doors, “I should meet up with Lucas, I’ll see you around Eddie. Thank you for letting me play.”

“Anytime, Sister Sinclair. The offer still stands, you can join us whenever.” He bows and spins on his heels and walks over to his van.

You skip over to Lucas, “Hey kiddo, how was practice, you didn’t tell me which you were going to. I had to look for you.”

“You were with the Hellfire Club all night? I’m surprised.” He says.

“Yeah, Eddie roped me into playing.” You giggle but stop when you see the look on his face, “But it was whatever.”

“Right.” He smiles, “For a secret crush, you have a hard time keeping it one.”

“Whatever man, get in the car,” You unlock the door and jump in the car.

“Did the guys say anything about me being missing?” Lucas asks.

“A little, I think they were bummed you didn’t say you weren’t coming.” You say as you start the car.

“Oh, another thing, could you drive me to Chrissy’s place tomorrow night?”

“Chrissy’s? What for?” You furrow your brows as you pull to a stop sign.

“Her parents are out of town so she’s hosting a party. Is it cool if I go?”

“Don’t ask me, I ain’tcha mamma” You shrug, “But if she says yes, then I will take you.”

“Think you’d want to stay too?”

“Why would you want me to stay?”

Lucas shrugs, “I’ve never seen you go to a party before, maybe you should try it.”

Sometimes you liked when your brother looked out for you. However, there were times you wished he didn’t. Nothing made you more self-conscious than you realizing as a senior in high school, you didn’t do much in high school. No parties, no smoking, no drinking, no relationships, nothing.

You smile, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind but for now, I don’t think so.” You flex your hands on the wheel, “Parties are very crowded places.”

“But you are considering.”

“Emphasis on considering. I don’t know yet.”

When you head to bed, all you can think about is the party. And Eddie. Would he go? He has said he never really liked parties but it was Chrissy’s party. So maybe he would go. Then maybe you would go. It felt stupid to go to a party for a boy. A boy who might not even be there. You let out a sigh, you’ll just drop Lucas off.

The next night, You pull up to Chrissy’s large house. Lucas looks over at you for a moment, “Are you coming in?” You shake your head. He nods in understanding, seeing how you were sitting straight and you had a tight grip on the steering wheel. “Okay, I’ll find a ride back home.” he exits the car and heads inside. You watch him go before pulling the car out of park and roll away.

Just as you do, you see a dark figure jump in front of the car. You slam on the brakes quickly as the person turns to you, it was Eddie. “Woah, sorry my bad, thought you were parking.” He comes over to the window, “Sister Sinclair, what a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?”

“I’m just dropping off Lucas…” You stammer, your grip on the wheel grows tighter. “What about you?”

“Chrissy invited me… I tried to bring the club but that was a no-go. So I’m kinda alone out here.” He sighs, “Unless you want to come inside with me.”

You let out a nervous giggle before covering your mouth. You compose yourself, “Sure.” You put the car back in park and lock it up before following Eddie inside. The house was full to the brim with folks from your school, hell, there were some from across the county here. Eddie wades through the crowd and you stumble your way after him following him to the kitchen.

Eddie picks up a bottle of liquor and pours you a cup and then one for himself. You take the cup from his hands and take a sip. You make a sour face before smiling causing Eddie to laugh nearly spilling what was in his mouth. “You’ve never had alcohol before.”

You were embarrassed to say no. “Only a little of what cocktail my dad would mix.”

“Oh, okay, so this is a little below your taste.” He chuckles. You roll your eyes and continue to drink. Eddie leans against the counter next to you. He looks like he wants to say something but before he can, Chrissy appears, wrapping her arms around him.

“Eddie! You made it. I am so glad you’re here.” She squeals.

“Yeah, no problem. Sister Sinclair is here too.” He points. She only glances at you for a moment before continuing to talk to Eddie. Chrissy was nice but she was not your friend. You had never had a real conversation with her. You don’t think you’ve ever had a genuine conversation with her. Not that you would want to. She just talked about Eddie every time she was in the bathroom with her friends.

While they are distracted, you slip out of the kitchen and sit outside in the large backyard. You see Lucas walking with his friends and you wave. He walks over to you with a big smile, “You’re here! At a party!”

“Yeah yeah, I thought it would be fun.” You shrug.

“What convinced you? Is Eddie here?”

“He didn’t convince me.”

“But he is here though, right?”

You don’t say a word. Which answers his question. “You should tell him, y’know”

“Lucas, you’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I am! What a better opportunity than now!” Lucas exclaims, “You do it or I will.”

“Are you threatening me?!” You elbow him jokingly, “Whatever, man. Your friends are calling you, go back inside… Dork.” You shoo him away and you finish off your drink. You would go back inside for another but you didn’t want to risk the chance of bumping into Eddie and Chrissy in there. They were probably making out on the kitchen counter, or they probably moved upstairs to her bedroom. You grimace at the thought.

“Sister Sinclair” You are startled by the whisper in your ear. While you were thinking those terrible thoughts, Eddie had snuck up on you. “I was looking all over for you.”

“You were?” Your heart flutters at the statement.

“Well, I invited you for a reason.” He says.

You tilt your head, “Oh yeah, what is the reason?”

“Hm, you’re probably the only other person here I don’t find insufferable. Other than myself of course. And I really like talking to you. You don’t seem to have ulterior motives for being around me. Free weed or guitar lessons. And you don’t see me as someone to just make your parents upset. You treat me human.” He looks out into the night sky. “I don’t know how to describe it but you get it right.”

Of course you did. You felt the same way with him. You weren’t just Lucas Sinclair’s sister to him. You weren’t just the girl that sat in the back of the class. You felt like you had become his friend on your own. And that’s all you ever were going to be. Just his friend.

Eddie looks over at you and smiles, “You’re thinking.”

You snap out of your daze, “Hm? Oh, nothing. I’m just glad you think that way. I also consider you a good friend. I’ve always had a hard time making some. I really appreciate you.” You felt your heart sink into your stomach like a stone. You swallow dryly and clear your throat. “I’m glad to be your friend, Eddie.”

“I’m glad to be yours too, Sister Sinclair. But you know I—”

“Eddie! Come inside, a few of us are gonna play spin the bottle.” Once again, Chrissy swings in with her sweet pout to convince him to leave.

“Uh, I don’t really want to play.” He mumbles.

“Oh well then maybe we could play truth or dare.” She pulls him back inside. Eddie looks at you apologetically before disappearing back into the house.

You sigh before going in yourself. The party was starting to drain you. The loud music and the crowd of people were starting to overwhelm you and the buzz of the alcohol in your system was waning. You decide to look for Lucas and let him know that you were leaving. You didn’t want him to worry about you vanishing into the night without letting him know.

You wander around for a few minutes and you can’t seem to find him. You ask around and people tell you that he went upstairs with a few others. You sigh, as you think about him up there playing that stupid game. You head up the stairs and look for Chrissy’s room. As you look around you hear giggling coming from one of the rooms. That must be it.

You were about to knock on the door when you heard someone call Lucas’ name. “Lucas, Truth or Dare.” The boy clicks his tongue, “Hm, Truth”

Everyone boos him until the person who spoke before says, “Tell us more about your sister. She seems so mysterious.”

“Yeah, I saw her in the backyard, I had no idea she knew anybody at the party.”

“Oh, she’s really cool. She likes reading, she has a bunch of books in her room about like history and plants—” Lucas is booed yet again by the people in the room.

“Tell us the juicy stuff.”

“Yeah, tell us a secret.”

Lucas looks around nervously. You stare in horror through the crack in the door as you see his eyes move to Eddie. “Well, I know she’s got a crush on somebody.” No! Lucas, no! You wanted to shout but you were frozen in fear. You continue to watch.

“Well spill Lucas, who is it?”

“It’s somebody in this room,” Lucas says, the room goes quiet. Everyone looks around trying to find out.

“Oh, I think I know.” Chrissy giggles, “It’s Eddie. Every time I saw you guys together she was totally ogling you.”

“Yeah Eddie, like her back?” Someone laughs.

“Yeah, no offense, but she always looks so sad.” Chrissy pretends to pout, “Kind of a buzzkill at the party.”

“She can’t seem to do anything without being around you, Lucas. Are you sure she is the older one?” They laugh again.

Tears well up in your eyes as you listen to them laugh at you. You hope that someone will defend you. Lucas, Eddie, anybody. Your ears begin to ring and the world becomes muffled. Your ears were burning hot and felt shortness of breath. The tears blur your vision as you back away from the door. The walls were closing in on you and you started to get lightheaded. You walk towards the stairs and bump into a table, and knock over a vase, shattering it on the hardwood.

More eyes are on you as they hear the commotion. Everyone in Chrissy’s room comes out. Lucas steps forward to help you but you step away quickly running down the stairs. He follows after you. Eddie tries to follow as well but Chrissy grabs his arm, full of tears about the broken vase.

You reach the car outside and your ears hurt when the cool air touches them. Tears stream down your face, and you could barely breathe. You never thought your kind and caring younger brother would hurt you like that. Let them say those things about you.

He comes from behind you, shouting for you to stop, “Just wait a second.”

You turn around slowly and look at him, “How could you let them say those things about me! Your sister, Lucas. I have done nothing to deserve that and for you to hide in a room and tell my business. And you let them make fun of me. Am I really that helpless?! I’m sorry that I am so pathetic. I’m sorry your friends feel bad for you. I’m sorry, Lucas.” You wipe your face and unlock the car getting in, “You can find your own way home.” The car squeals down the road leaving Lucas in the dust.

The next school day, you were silent. You dropped Lucas and Erica off at school without a word. Lucas attempted to talk to you over the weekend but you had paid Erica fifty bucks to keep him away from you when you were home. At school, you kept your head down and avoided those at the party and the Hellfire Club. During lunch, you didn’t sit with them, and instead, you opted to sit outside and eat. However, you would regret this decision as you see Eddie approaching you coming from the woods.

“Sister Sinclair,” He smiles, “Good to see you’re okay after the party.” You don’t utter a word. You don’t even look at him as you continue to eat. Eddie’s mouth runs dry, “I’m sorry for what happened. They were jerks to you for no reason. And about the whole crush thing, I just wanted to say—”

You quickly pack up your lunch and leave. You didn’t want to hear him say another word. You didn’t want to feel like crumpling into a ball on the floor. You didn’t want him to see you cry for a second time.

After school, you still had your sisterly responsibilities of taking your brother home from his extracurriculars. Whichever one he chose for the day. It’s evening now and the clubs are over. To your surprise, Lucas had come out of the theater with the Hellfire Club.

Not a word is exchanged between the two of you as he enters the car. The car ride is silent until you hit the first stop sign. “I’m sorry for what I did at the party. I shouldn’t have told Eddie that you liked him. And I shouldn’t have let them bully you like that. I thought I was doing something right and instead I hurt you. I was being a total dick.”

“Yeah, you were.” You say.

“I don’t expect I will be forgiven.”

“You are.” You say, “You’re a stupid teenage boy. You’re gonna make a lot of mistakes. You were doing it out of the kindness of your heart. Just remember who your true friends are. You can’t assume everyone has an open heart like you do. That’s why I love you. I will always love you. And I forgive you.”

“I sent you into a panic attack. That doesn’t sound like kindness.” Lucas mutters.

“In hindsight, it wasn’t but I was already overwhelmed.” You wave it off. You didn’t want him to worry about the thought anymore. The moment came and passed and you were over it. Somewhat. There was still the Eddie part of the situation.

The next few days you still avoid the Hellfire table. You notice that Chrissy spoke less and less about Eddie during her bathroom breaks. She wasn’t clinging to his arm anymore or begging for his attention.

After school, you wait in the parking lot for your brother when all of a sudden Lucas throws the door open. “We need your help.” His tone throws you into a panic as you follow after him. You come in half expecting someone on the floor dying. “We need your help fighting a gang of trolls.”

The others look at you with pleading eyes. You furrow your brows in confusion as if they weren’t dreading the time that you were playing last. “Are you sure it’s me you want?” They configure around you and nod.

“Eddie has been very aggro this last game. He is usually more deadly when something is upsetting him.”

“Okay, what does that have to do with me?” You furrow your brows.

“Last time he wasn’t like this was when you played. So if you play again…”

“Will he be gentler?”

They all nod. You sigh and fold your arms, “Fine but I’m doing it for you guys.” The guys cheer and reconvene back at the table. The only seat that remains was the one next to Eddie. As you sit down, Eddie gives you a small smile.

“Welcome back, traveler.” He hands you your character sheet. He really did hold on to it for you.

You take it gently, “Thank you.” You look down at it nervously.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” He gives you a wink before continuing his monologue and starting combat. You get put in the initiative order and you try to figure out what to do for each of your turns. This time around you got the hang of what to do, sparingly asking Eddie for help. One by one the trolls are defeated and the session ends. Everyone heads to the door and as you stand up to follow, Eddie taps your shoulder, “Have a second to talk?”

You look over at Lucas and toss him the keys, “I’ll be out in a minute.” He nods and heads out with his friends leaving just you and Eddie in the room. He moves around the table collecting figurines and folding up the map.

“So, about the party I—”

“I accept your apology.” You say, “I mean there isn’t anything for you to apologize for you didn’t say anything mean about me. And the whole crush thing, it’s no big deal. If you don’t like me that’s fine. I kind of don’t expect you to. Like you said, we are friends. That’s all we are. I’ll get over it eventually, so you don’t have to feel bad for me or anything like that.” You let out a long needed breath.

Eddie blinks a few times before laughing a little, “Sorry I don’t mean to laugh but what makes you think I wouldn’t like you back?”

You smile nervously, “Well, first of all, Chrissy—”

“Chrissy is like a little sister to me. She’s very nice but I never saw her the same way she did me. I just found it hard to hurt her feelings after her break up.” He sighs, “But because I was sparing her feelings, I was hurting yours.” He’s nervous as he speaks. He twists the rings around his fingers and he’s shuffling his feet, looking down at the floor. “I like you a lot, and I would love to take you out sometime. On a date, somewhere nice and quiet, away from people and we could be our normal selves there.”

“Really?” You can’t help but feel giddy inside, you bounce on the balls of your feet, “I would like that a lot.”

He steps closer and takes your hand, “This weekend then?”

You squeeze his hand gently, “Yes.”

He is getting closer now, “I’ll pick you up from your house.” He places his other hand on your waist.

“Uh-huh.” Your voice goes quiet, feel yourself moving closer.

His eyes move from your eyes to your lips, “We go have dinner, and then go watch a movie.”

“Y-yeah.” Your breath hitches as your lips meet with his. When you pull away, his eyes are slow to open after yours. He smiles down at you. “So, Saturday?”

“Saturday sounds nice.” He then escorts you out of the school to the parking lot, hand in hand.

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emsgoodthinkin · 1 year

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Thinking about being all sweaty, hot and bothered by Steve and Eddie with their black girlfriend dancing in between them, grinding and whining all up on them in the club to the songs “a lil bit” by 50 cent and “Freek-a-leek”. They’re the horniest they’ve ever been in their lives because, they’ve never been with a black girl before; and you’re a different kinda sexy..🥴🥴💦

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haileymunson · 2 years

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early mornings

eddie munson x reader

WARNINGS: SMUTTY SMUT, dom!eddie, praise kink, daddy kink, filthy smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ladies), small drug use mention (marijuana) lol, degradation but nothing too major

Y/N's POV

Laying in Eddie’s bed, I wake up from the bright sun shining in our eyes. It’s summer break so Eddie insists I stay at his trailer most nights. With my family on vacation and out of town quite frequently, I decided to stay back home and keep Eddie company. This was better than having him call me every hour if I was away.

The first few weeks day pretty easygoing, but after a week of just being with Eddie started to get irritating. Don't get me wrong, I love the man, but god he sure likes to wear me out. And by wear me out I mean sex every. Single. Night.

It started off fun, doing whatever we wanted and fucking our brains out for hours daily, but I needed something new. I little spice to our daily routine. I could tell Eddie wanted to try something new as well.

Usually we’d eat all day, watch movies, listen to music, go to the mall or the movies. We'd always watch tv or play video games while his uncle was away. We'd make breakfast and do a bunch of stuff together, slowly but surely getting closer.

Anyways, I turned to my side to see Eddie sleeping peacefully, his arm lazily around my waist. His faint snores and his slightly agar mouth looked so adorable, my hand softly caressing his cheek. His lips slowly curved into a smile, his eyes opening. "Good morning Y/N." He said leaning into my touch.

"Good morning Eddie, how'd you sleep?" He smirked, "Great after last night." I giggled remembering last night, a night filled with soft high sex. Eddie was more of a rough and fast type of guy, but last night I convinced him to take things slow. He thought he wouldn't like it, but of course he eventually did.

He pulled me closer to him and gave me soft pecks on my lips, his arms wrapping around my figure. His hands roam around my body, firmly gripping my ass. I let out a soft moan, "Fuck princess." He starts kissing my shoulder as I start straddling him. I lean up and sit on his dick, his morning wood resting in between my other set of lips.

"Babygirl, I wanna spend the rest of the day fucking the shit out of you."

I smiled, "I'm not complaining Eddie," licking my lips and caressing my cheek. He chuckled and lifted my hips, ordering me to grab his thick 7-incher. I stuck the head in and soon fully sat on his lap.

"Oh my god Eddie."

"Fuck Y/N, so fucking wet for me baby." I start riding his dick, him roughly trusting his hip into mine. My breasts bounce as I ride him, Eddie of course enjoying the view. "Look at those fucking tits babe, so fucking sexy."

I pant as he stops thrusting into me and I start leaning forward with my hands on either side of his head. His hands went up to my hips, as I start moving my hips on his cock, him moaning in pleasure.

"Fuck babe, turn around I wanna see your ass." I hop off him and turn around, my ass his new view. I straddle him again and before I put him inside me, I shake my ass.

"Damn Y/N, you're so fucking pretty baby." He smacked my ass a few times before I put him inside me. I moaned softly before riding him, Eddie groaning at the sight of my ass.

"Shit princess, you're gonna make me fucking cum in your little fucking cunt." I feel him start thrusting into my core, making me let out a loud moan. "Daddy! Please! Fuck...harder!"

I feel his hands grip my hips painfully, bruises probably already forming. As he starts going faster, I start matching his thrusts.

"Fucking hell Y/N. I'm so fucking close."

"Mhm Daddy, make me cum around your dick baby, oh god."

I clench around his dick making him grunt and moan, slapping my ass. I feel myself about to cum around him, moans slipping out of my mouth with ease. I feel him sloppily thrust into before I feel his warm cream burst inside me. I feel myself releasing as I clenched around him.

"Oh fuck babygirl...shit your pussy is so fucking good." I blush as I hop of him, our cum dripping out my cunt. I leaned down and let Eddie see his work, him gripping my right ass cheek and spreading it, looking at my pussy leaking. "Damn sweetheart, such pretty fucking pussy."

He smacks my ass again before sitting up and leaning on the headboard, pulling me so my back against his chest. He spread my legs and started rubbing my sensitive clit. I leaned my head into his neck, moaning at his actions.

"Oh fuck princess, look how fucking wet you are. You look so pretty baby." I moaned softly, "Oh Daddy." I felt his dick get hard again, his cock resting under me, right on my thigh, next to my aching core. "That feel good princess? Huh? You want me to fuck your or to eat you out next?"

I start panting as I can't get words out. He started going faster, one hand rubbing my clit and his other pumping two fingers in me. He smacked my pussy, "I asked you a fucking question Y/N."

"Mmm, eat me out baby, I'm so wet for you. Ahh!" He kissed my face that was in his neck, "Good girl, lemme make you cum first. Cum on my fingers baby, lemme see that cream coat my fingers. What's my fucking name?"

He starts pumping his fingers faster, "Oh Jesus fucking Christ, Daddy! You're my Daddy! I'm all yours! My pussy is all yours! You own this pussy daddy! Nobody can fuck me like you do!"

"Damn Girl, you wanna cum so bad don't you? Good girl. You know this pussy is mine."

"Mhm, make me cum on you fingers daddy, I love you so fucking much. Oh god!" He kisses my cheek and smiles, "I love you more princess." He goes faster and now my legs feel so weak, I close my eyes and moan his name loudly. I clench around his fingers.

"Fuck I'm gonna-" I let go around his fingers, my pussy squirting instead of cumming. I moan hysterically as he kept fucking me with his fingers, overstimulating me.

"Holy shit Y/N, I didn't know you were a squirter." I blush and he notices, "Don't worry princess, it was probably one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. Come on, let me out you out."

He comes from behind me as I sink into the sheets. I was fucking exhausted. He got in front of me and looked down at my dripping wet cunt. I saw his dick get hard at the sight, I felt myself get wetter at the sight of his long cock. God how'd I get so lucky.

He leans down and lays on the bed, his forearms holding himself up. His arms wrapped around my legs as I felt his hot breath ghosting on my wetness. "Damn babygirl. You look so fucking delicious. My pretty fucking pussy." He says as he licks a bold stripe through my folds. I moan softly at his actions, him chuckling at my actions. His chuckle sent vibrations through me, making me moan again.

He starts making figure 8s on my clit, licking, sucking, and biting it. I feel him start licking up and down my folds, inserting his tongue into my cunt. "Oh my god Eddie! You make me feel so good!" I feel him pull away and I start panting and groaning in protest, "What are you doing?"

"Eddie’s not my fucking name in the bed, you know what to fucking call me. Now you have to be punished. You understand me?" I nod my head and moan at the lack of pleasure. I was so fucking close.

He leans back down into me, "Listen to me. Don't you dare make another fucking sound, if you do you get punished. Keep your eyes on me, you close them or look somewhere else you get punished. Don't cum until I say you can, if you do you'll be punished. You hear me loud and clear?" I nod my head and then he chuckles at my actions, "Good girl, already being quiet."

I blush at his words as I felt his tongue go back into my cunt, him making eye contact with me. It was so hard not to moan, he was so fucking skilled. My hands grip the sheets as I look down at him. As he thrusts his tongue into me, I feel his hand gently rub my clit. I bit my lip and tried to keep my composure, my eyes wishing they were closed. He moaned in my pussy and I damn near bit my lip off, I wanted to cum so bad. "You close princess?" I nod my head as a start panting, Eddie rubbing my clit and tongue fucking me faster.

His hand comes up to my right breast, pinching my perked nipple between his fingers. I try my best not to moan before he speaks, "Fucking moan for me princess." As soon as he says that, I start moaning uncontrollably. Pushing his head closer in my pussy. I'm surprised we made eye contact for so long. He starts sucking my clit and I'm damn near about to cum on his face. "Tell me when you're about to cum princess."

"Daddy I'm so close, please let me cum. Let my cum coat your tongue Daddy. You're so good with me, oh god!" He smirks at my words, "Wait princess, I'm not done with you yet." He starts biting and making out with my clit, finishing off with his signature. "Cum you dirty fucking slut."

I gasp and moan as I release my juices all on his tongue. "Oh my god Daddy! I feel so good! Mmmm!" He licks and cleans my cum around my pussy, "You taste so fucking good." He leans back up and kissed my lips, him pulling me closer to him.

"I guess I do taste good." I says as I giggle with him. He kisses my cheeks as he grabs his cock, lining it up with my cunt. He rubbed the tip along my folds, moaning at my wetness.

"Damn babygirl. So fucking wet." I moan as he inserts himself in me, him collapsing on top of me. His forearms rest on both sides of my head, my hands resting on his cheeks. I felt his stubble, my juices still around his mouth. He started placing open mouthed kisses on my lips, fucking me harder and harder. He grunts as I clench around him, moaning his name.

"Daddy, please. Make me cum again. I wanna cum around your dick. Your dick is so fucking big, you make me feel so fucking filthy. I'm your dirty little whore."

He smirks at my words, "Damn princess. You make me so fucking hard. You want this dick badly, don't you babygirl?"

I nodded quickly, "I want that dick Daddy. Give it to me. Give it to me good baby. Oh God! I wanna suck your big dick after you make me cum Daddy. I want you to fuck my fucking face, make you feel good Daddy.” He moans at my words, "Damn Y/N, such a dirty girl for me."

I moan loudly as her starts slamming into my pussy. He looks down and moans, "Oh shit princess. Look at your cream all over your pussy. So fucking perfect." I look down to see our juices mixing, my cream all over my pussy and his dick.

I wrap my arms around his neck, "So good daddy. Don't fucking stop." I feel his dick hit my G-spot, making me scream in pleasure. "Right there daddy! Don't fucking stop! It feels so good!" He slams his dick into me, hitting me just right. I feel myself about to cum for the fourth time this morning. "Oh my god Daddy I'm so close! Make me cum on that big dick daddy!"

I feel him sloppily thrust in me as he groans, "Fuck you're gonna make me cum in that pussy. Oh baby." I bit my lip as I felt myself release around him. I soon felt him cum in me, pulling out and stroking himself. Even though I was tired, I was still willing to please my man. I got up on all fours and took his dick from his hands, him laying down on the bed behind him. I start sucking and kitty licking his tip.

"Stop teasing me Y/N. Suck me off." I feel myself getting wet at his words, making me go down on him all the way. I start bobbing my head, sucking and deep throating his 7 inch dick. "Damn princess, fuck me."

I giggle against him, him groaning at the vibrations. He sat back up and got off the bed, his dick leaving my mouth. I moaned from the lack of him, him chuckling at my neediness.

He got off the bed and stood in front of me, "Come here princess. Let me fuck your pretty little face." I moan at his words and crawled towards him. Once his dick was in front of me I opened my mouth and he shoved himself inside of me, his dick hitting the back of my throat.

I look at him with my puppy eyes and he notices, wincing at the feeling of his dick at the back of my throat. He starts fucking my throat faster, pulling my hair into a ponytail. He fucks my throat and stuffs my mouth with all of him, making me gag on him. He pulls out and does the same thing again, doing it over and over. "Fuck princess I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth." He pulls out, "Fucking cum in me daddy."

He fucks my face again while looking at the mess he made on my face. My slobber is all over my mouth and chin from his dick. He moans at the sight before he stops fucking me and I take control. I start bobbing my head on his dick and stroking him, "Uhh fuck yes princess. Make me cum! Fucking hell." I feel his hips buck as his cum hits the back of my throat. He groans and moans as he cums. He pulls out once he's done, "Lemme see princess." I open my mouth to show him his cum on my tongue. He chuckles, "Swallow."

I swallow his salty cum as I look up at him, "Good girl." As we're both panting and trying to catch our breaths, Eddie tilts my chin and let's me kneel up to his height, kissing my lips. He gently wraps his arms around my hips as he picks me up.

I pull out of the kiss and notice he was walking into the kitchen. "What do you want for breakfast today princess?" I smile and look up at him, "Pancakes and bacon!" He smiled back at me and put me down on the floor, kissing my forehead, "Go put a shirt on love, I'll be back up there in a minute."

"Okay!" I say as I sway my hips going back into our bedroom, feeling his eyes stare my ass down. I look over my shoulder to see him already looking at me. "Don't make me fuck you again princess." He says as he gives me a knee weakening smirk.

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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eddie munson x reader? mommy kink included please. they're at a movie theatre while Lucas and Erica, reader's iblings are a few rows in front

oh Lord, I love this- remember to like, comment and reblog <3 requests are wide open like my legs for Eddie!

Eddie Munson x Sinclair!Reader

Warnings: Public sex, Riding, Creampie, Cock Warming, Mommy Kink, Unprotected Sex.

Much to Eddie's obliviousness, you were seated at the very back of the theater while your siblings were a few rows in front.

He didn't think you'd do anything in public considering he was very vocal but he thought wrong.

It started with the little circles you began drawing on his thigh, he didn't think anything of it, he just smiled at you and kissed your hand. Then, your hand began travelling further, and further until it was right in front of his crotch.

You could hear his breathing become heavier, even over the loud speakers of the movie. His eyes averted to your hands, to Lucas and Erica in front then to your eyes that were on the screen. With your eyes innocently on the movie, your placed your hand on his crotch and began palming it.

In that moment, he thanked the Lord that you were the only ones at the back of the theater.

"W-what are you doing?" he stuttered.

"Nothing."

He sighed at your innocent response and tried to focus on anything but your hand rubbing his cock through his jeans.

You turned his head to you with your finger, batting your eyelashes innocently before pressing your lips against his. When he opened his mouth to protest, you slipped your tongue in.

"Lucas, do you hear that?" Erica asked.

He shook his head and she turned around, finding you making out with Eddie.

She spun her head around just as quickly as she did to look at you. As soon as she wasn't looking, you straddled Eddie's lap, and he quickly broke the kiss in a panic.

"We can't, I- I'm too loud and anyone could see," he pleaded.

"Then shut up," you whispered in his ear.

You stood up, and unbuckled his jeans much to his horror but he didn't protest anymore. He was painfully hard and he wanted it just as much as you did.

You wore a mini skirt with no panties underneath for easy access. After pulling his cock out, you sat down on it, with your back flush against his chest. To anyone who turned around, you'd just be seen as a cute, handsy couple.

He gasped at the sudden warmth and wetness. "M-mommy," his shaky voice whimpered.

You involuntarily clenched around him, making his head fall back against the back of the chair. He used the hair tie on his hand to put your braids in a ponytail and left wet kisses on your neck.

"Hold mommy's hips will you," you said.

You didn't bounce, not wanting it to be too obvious, only rolling your hips which felt just as good.

"Such a good boy, letting mommy fuck you like this where anyone can see.So fucking filthy, but so good," you chuckled.

He was so lost in pleasure he couldn't even keep his eyes open. All he was able to do was moan as softly as he could and babble nonsense.

"You're so cute," you praised and turned around to plant a kiss on the lips.

"God, can you guys not kiss and watch the movie for one second? You make me sick!" Erica whisper shouted. Lucas focused on the screen, not wanting to see his older sister in any compromising position.

Eddie's eyes shot open and his breathing became ragged again.

When she turned around, you laughed at him.

"You're so cute when you're scared, she doesn't suspect a thing baby. Now do some work, fuck me," you said.

He reluctantly tightened his grip on your hips and began thrusting up into you slowly, hitting all the right spots deep inside you.

Strangled groans and moans left his lips, and it sent a sensation down to your dripping pussy.

"Mommy, touch yourself. Want you to cum for me," he whined.

Dipping your hand into your skirt, you began rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves.

Your tiny whimpers encouraged him and he picked up his pace, thrusting up into you and kissing your neck.

"Cum for me, cum inside me. Show me that you're a good boy," you whispered.

He bit down on your shoulder, muffling his moans as his hips stuttered and he let his warm seed fill you to the brim.

Your orgasm followed right after and it trailed down the base of his cock, making his eyes roll into the back of his head.

He wrapped his hands around your torso and rested his head against your back.

"We're only 40 minutes into the movie and it's 2 hours long. You know what that means," you smirked.

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lolzskye · 2 years

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so you mean to tell me…that they went through hell and back for EVERYBODY!

fought tf outta everybody for will, communicated through lights and shit to talk to will, gave el a place to stay and food to eat even taught her how to talk and be human after all she went through, brought max back to life, made sure steve was good, brought hopper back…

but when it’s eddies turn it’s fuck him?? ain’t even try to clear his name?? go to hell

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CHAPTER 1: THE VANISHING OF WILL BYERS

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: Meet the Sinclair Family!

Word Count: 1602

Masterlist

PROLOGUE || PART I || PART II

Monday November 7, 1983 - SINCLAIR RESIDENCE

The shrill of my alarm clock wakes me out of my sleep. Reluctantly, I reach over my bed pressing the top of the clock to stop the alarm. I roll onto my back staring up at the ceiling. Last night I dreamed I was on Fame dancing before Debbie Allen. Her character, Lydia Grant told me I should audition for Juilliard.

You've got big dreams? You want fame? Well, fame costs. And right here is where you start paying ... in sweat.

I count down from five in my head, mentally preparing myself for the day ahead. Flipping the warm covers off, I shiver at the chill running through my body. Although the days have been relatively warm, the past couple of days, it was winter in Hawkins. After making up my bed, I go straight to my closet rummaging through my clothes to find an outfit and settle on a pair of black denim jeans, a light pink button up shirt, a thick white cardigan and black penny loafers. I neatly place my clothes on my bed and shoes on the carpet before tiptoeing towards the door. I wince at the loud creak as I open my door, peeking my head through the small gap. My eyes dart towards the bathroom. It was empty.

It was a battle every morning for the bathroom Lucas, Erica and I all shared. No one was allowed in Mom and Dads en suite bathroom. I grab my towel on the hanger behind my door and scurry to the bathroom before I got caught in the crossfire between Lucas and Erica.

Closing the door behind me and hanging my towel on the rack beside the shower. I quickly turn the shower on to let Lucas and Erica know I was in the bathroom then lean over the basin inspecting my appearance in the large mirror. I sigh in disappointment. Yet another morning without a liberal amount of breasts. Mom says they’ll grow when I least expect it and she didn’t have breasts until eleventh grade. I saw her old high school year book. It was a bold lie. I am severely lacking. I know I’m small for my age and its annoying when strangers ask if Lucas and I were twins. I roll my eyes. I am four years older than Lucas. If I had bigger breasts, no one would question my age.

I snort combing my fingers through my hair. What I lacked in breasts and height, I made up for in hair. I have a lot of hair. More than I knew what to do with. I got it from Dads side of the family. Thick, curly and long. My jet-black hair is the longest it’s ever been, falling down to my waist. I also inherited Dads body hair. I had a unibrow until seventh grade and begged mom to pluck my eyebrows the night before picture day and haven’t looked back since. My arms are hairy and Erica never failed to point it out. Erica noticed everything. From my sideburns to the faint hairs above my lips that I now wax off. Coming to terms with what I lack and made up for, I quickly pull off my clothes, chucking them into my slot of the hamper.

The smell of pancakes and bacon fill my nose when I open the bathroom door. I can hear my parents shuffling about downstairs, bacon sizzling on the pan. Steam in the bathroom evaporates mixing hot and cool air. My skin prickles with goosebumps as I tuck my towel close to my body padding to my room. I am halfway down the hall when a body bumps into me hard. I shriek catching my towel before it fell and whip my head behind me.

“Sorry!” Lucas calls out slamming the bathroom door. Erica runs out of her room bumping into me. Not enough for my towel to slip out my hand, but enough to make me stumble back. Was I a ghost?

“I told you I was after Diana, nerd!”

Lucas cackles. “What? I can’t hear you!”

Erica snarls and stomps to the door. “Get. Out. Now.” She shouts, hitting the door with each word.

I roll my eyes and continue to walk to my room, closing the door behind me before Mom came. The real battle will start and I don’t want to be anywhere near it.

Before the summer holiday, Nancy, Barbara and I made a pact to elevate our looks going into sophomore year. I convinced Mom to let me get bangs like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance and Nancy, Barbara and I went shopping every other weekend. Barbara was the only one out of us three to get her license because she turned sixteen and her parents bought her a cute car for her to drive around town in. I tied half my hair up in a high ponytail with a pink scrunchie, combing my fingers through my curls. Taking a step back, I admired my outfit of the day in the mirror, smiling at my new clothes.

I look at my eyebrows in my vanity mirror, checking to see if Mom missed any hairs. She plucked my eyebrows last night after my shower. Turning my head side to side, I inspect my face for any blemishes. My skin is flawless and smooth. Lucas, Erica and I all have perfect skin. Grandma Giselle says it’s because she made my mom bathe us in buttermilk when we were babies. I don’t know how true that is, but I am thankful for it.

I touch my cheeks, wishing I could wear a little blush to look more mature. I’m not allowed to wear makeup to school. Dad is strict about that. Mom is usually my shortcut through to him, but even she agrees with Dad. No makeup to school until I turn sixteen. I’m already short and small with no breasts. And to top it all off, I have a baby face. I never lost my chubby cheeks and when I smile, my eyes disappear. I need makeup or at least mascara. I’m not even allowed to wear lipstick unless it’s for performances. I sigh, blowing my bangs up in the air.

By the time I go downstairs the table is set with pancakes and bacon on each plate. A pitcher of orange juice and a carton of milk are on the table as well. Mom is finishing up with our lunches and Dad is over the stove scrambling eggs, humming a tune.

“Morning!” I greet, putting my book bag and shoes by the stairs.

“Morning sweetheart.”

“Good Morning.”

Mom and Dad say at the same time. I sit down in my usual spot when I hear Lucas and Erica bustling down the stairs.

“You two better stop all that noise this morning.” Mom scolds.

“Erica won’t leave me alone.” Lucas responds, pulling out the chair across from me.

“That’s because you’re a freak.” Mom shoots Erica a look.

“Well, he is,” she mutters under her breath, sitting in the chair in between Lucas and I.

Dad turns around, hot skillet in hand and goes around the table spooning eggs on everyone’s plate except for mine. I hate eggs. I cringe at the smell picking up my fork. Lucas snatches the maple syrup from the centre of the table pouring a small amount on his pancakes. He then passes the bottle to me which I accept with a smile. Erica loves to drown her pancakes in syrup leaving us with almost nothing to use. Mom and Dad finally sat in their chairs, Dad beside me and Mom beside Lucas. Dad opens the newspaper and begins to read as he does every morning.

“Just a reminder, Barbara and I will be studying for chemistry at Nancy’s after school today.” I say to Mom and Dad, slicing through a fluffy pancake.

“Will you be home for dinner?” Mom asks, adding sugar to her coffee.

“I’m not sure yet, but I should be.”

“When you get back, how about we drive around the block a couple of times.” Dad said, glancing over his newspaper.

I wrinkle my nose in discomfort. In the summer I got my learner’s permit and Dad has been forcing me to drive ever since. Going to the grocery store? I have to drive. Accompanying an errand run? I have to drive. Going to school? I have to drive. Lately, mom will let me stop once we were at the end of Dearborn and Maple and swap places with me driving all the way to school. Whether it was because she feared for her life and my siblings life or she was saving me from doing something I clearly didn’t want to do, was up for debate. It all came down to one thing: I was a terrible driver.

“Diana can’t drive, dad.” Lucas says with a grin. Erica snickers into her cup of milk.

Mom shoots Lucas a look and he bites into his pancake avoiding her glare. My cheeks warm. I glance at Mom silently begging her to help me.

“She needs to study, Charles.” Mom says. “Kaminsky’s tests are known for being really hard, isn’t that right Diana?”

“Yes. Yes, they are.” I nod. “I need to study as much as possible.”

Dad looks at Mom and then at me. I wait with baited breath for his answer.

“Tomorrow then.”

I try not to look too relieved and bite into a piece of bacon. From the corner of my eye, Erica is shaking, trying not to laugh.

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Still Into You | Eddie Munson

A/N: Hi besties, here she is, my first Eddie Munson enemies to lovers(ish) fic, this is definitely way longer than expected and honestly it’s been a hot minute since I’ve sat down and finished a fic so thank you to the Stranger Things Gods for bringing me out of my writing hiatus. This fic also has a Black coded reader because she’s a Sinclair, however it can be ready by anyone regardless of race or ethnicity <3 ALSO THIS IS SPOILER FREE!

Summary: As enemies or as lovers, they were fine with either, after all fourth grade left a lasting impact on them both.

Warnings: Cussing, spelling and grammatical errors (sorry baes I don’t believe in editing), slight angst, mention of drugs + drug dealing, mentions of on going insecurity, slight mentions of violence, mentions of p*rn*gr*phy (i.e, the adult video section at movie rental places), and the reader being a bitch (as she should)

Word Count: 12.5k (she’s a long one, at least for me)

Eddie Munson x Sinclair!Fem!Reader

Every Thursday Y/n Sinclair had a routine, it was a simple routine, she would wake up at seven in the morning and be ready by eight-by ready that typically meant her hair would be done but she would throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, sometimes pants depending on the weather outside. After that she drove her younger siblings to school, dropping Erica off first, then Lucas.

Some days Lucas stayed over at one of his friends' houses-so she’d just drop Erica off. Then she’d make her way back home, stopping by the local donut shop to pick up her favorite chocolate glazed donut with sprinkles-the sprinkles were a necessity.

After that she made her way to the local library, spending the day studying and completing any assignments or research she’d been procrastinating on. She’d always been a great student-however when things came down to it she couldn’t afford to go to college out of state alongside the fact that she didn’t want to go to college both played a key role in her decision to pursue an Associates of Arts degree at the local community college a town over.

Once she finished at the library 1pm was rolling around-meaning she would make her way across town to the Hawkins Middle School parking lot, where she’d read for around half an hour before Erica and her posse of obnoxious attitude ridden eighth graders would follow her-sometimes begging for a ride home from the eldest Sinclair while trying to win her over with flattery-to which she’d roll her eyes and tell the younger girls to get it.

By the time she finished dropping off Erica’s friends they’d looped back around to Hawkins to pick up Lucas. However her routine changed today when Lucas hadn’t come out on time-rather an hour passed before Y/n left the car with Erica in tow and walked throughout the school while peaking into the different club meetings trying to find him.

Of course most older sisters would simply assume he’d joined a club, and would’ve turned around and driven home-however after the past two years they had-she had to make sure he hadn’t decided to go on another supernatural ‘chasing monsters’ adventure with Dustin and Mike.

When she realized where he was-she regretted even stepping foot into the school-trying to usher Erica away from the slightly ajar classroom door full of teenage boys playing Dungeons and Dragons in a somewhat dark room lit by faux candles. Of course she wasn’t mad at Lucas, Mike, or Dustin, actually she was happy they found a place at the highschool after their first month of complaining about being losers in combination with Y/n having to go to the school and tell off a few of the junior and senior girls that decided they had the right to bully her younger brothers.

”Girl get off of me, you’re not my mother, stop trying to push me down the hallway! When did you get so strong anyways, what are you a damn linebacker?”

One thing about Erica Sinclair was that she could never keep her mouth shut-granted she’d picked the habit up from her eldest sister-and in times like this it really showed.

“You’re gonna embarrass us if you don’t stop trying to act like hot shit, you have literal bright pink bows in your hair, shut it up and start walking before I drag you by those uneven pigtails-you need to let mom do your hair instead of trying to do it yourself.” her younger sister gasped, eyes wide, jaw dropped, as she processed her sister’s words-however before Erica could formulate a response the door they were a foot away from swung open.

“Can you two take your little argument somewhere else-we’re in the middle of a campaign here-wait a second-Sinclair?” before she could respond to him-the sound of Lucas’s voice was heard “Yeah Eddie?” the tall brunette quickly looked behind him into the room “not you-your sister” with that he turned back to face Y/n who was now clenching her jaw in annoyance while pushing Erica away by placing a hand on her sister’s face and shoving her slightly.

“Now to what do I owe the honor? The retired Queen of Hawkins High herself-Y/n Sinclair in my presence” she scoffed, now crossing her arms across her chest while watching Eddie’s theatrics, he now placed one arm behind his back-the other in front of his chest while bowing before her, the smirk on his face evident as he stood back up-stepping closer then leaning against the door frame.

It was no secret that Y/n was deemed as the Queen of Hawkins High throughout the later years she attended the school, however it wasn’t something that she formed her personality around, nor was it something that she openly embraced. Truth be told the entire reason she was so ‘popular’ was simply because she was an athlete. The girl was a varsity cheerleader for four years, and she’d won homecoming princess her junior year when the cheerleaders practically forced her to run, which followed with homecoming queen her senior year and she ran for Prom Queen after Nancy and Steve were committed to making sure Carol wouldn’t win.

People liked Y/n, she was real, and she wasn’t a bully like most of the self proclaimed ‘royalty’ of Hawkins high. She was the only person that would put a stop to the endless bullying and teasing that everyone witnessed at the hands of Tommy, Carol, and their mindless minions-hell the girl was known for punching Tommy in the face their junior year after he tried to corner Nancy Wheeler.

However, Y/n didn’t like people-she wasn’t a people person by choice, she did what she had to, to make her high school experience more enjoyable. She wasn’t going to let anyone walk all over her-hence her efforts to ensure the same thing would not happen to her younger brother-and the other two that she basically co-parented with Steve Harrington.

People always called Y/n their friend although she did not reciprocate the same energy or friendship. She viewed friendship as something important and close to her heart-hence the reason her personal social circle was so small. Yeah the girl used to smile and wave at anyone who glanced her way, even continuing conversations that were randomly sparked on a whim to see if the ‘queen B was as nice as they say she is’, of course there were also the people who saw through the nice facade she’d built up.

People like Eddie Munson. She couldn’t stand him, he was always two steps ahead of her, cutting her off mid sentence, or making small slick comment such as ‘you don’t really like them as much as you say you do huh’ or ‘y’know I like you better when you’re being a stone cold bitch y/n’ and of course her favorite ‘Here yee, here yee, the Queen has arrived’.

The two of them had grown up in Hawkins, paths always crossing one way or another. They’d been neighbors for a short period of time before his Mom skipped town, then of course the fact that his Uncle and Y/n’s father fought in the Vietnam war together meant that every now and then her father would ask ‘how’s that Munson boy-Wayne gave me a real show at Poker night last week’ or something along the lines of that, but as the years went by her father asked less and less about Eddie.

That didn’t mean the boy wasn’t around her, being a pesky nuisance. He painted himself as a social reject, and when Tommy decided to label him as Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson he went along with it, and sure Y/n did jump in to defend Eddie when his name was brought up in conversation with the group but that didn’t mean she liked him, it was simply because she defended everyone who’s name was thrown around by the town douchebags.

“Oh fuck off Munson. I just needed to know where my brother was, and now that I do-what time do you nerds wrap this up? Figure I’ll take my two other children home too” He furrowed his brows for a second before nodding his head.

All the while Erica just looked between the two, her brows knit together while she tried to piece how her sister knew Eddie-and why he looked like he was in love with her older bitchier sister. Then again, Y/n looked like she wanted to bite his head off like the praying mantises Erica learned about in her science class last year.

“Oh come on, you shouldn’t talk to your ex boyfriend like that princess! We were practically in love y’know” Y/n scoffed, nostrils flaring as she furrowed her brows and frowned slightly, the evident look of disgust on her features only making Eddie smile more as he ignored the continuous protests from his fellow club members all complaining about continuing the campaign instead of watching Eddie flirt with Lucas’s sister.

“Munson, we “dated” for two weeks in the fourth grade. Once again, fuck off” He placed a hand over his heart, leaning forward slightly, letting out a dramatic sigh before standing back up, raising his left brow-the look almost challenging her.

“Y’know Sinclair-you can admit that you like having me around-probably even miss me sometimes” His confident tone set Y/n off, her fists clenched at her sides now as she let out a deep breath, closing her eyes for a few moments before opening them again-the few seconds that her eyes were closed Eddie wasted no time in taking in her entire appearance-the baggy ‘Hawkins Cheerleading’ t-shirt in combination with her daisy dukes that were just short enough but not too short had his lips slightly parted.

“Aw how sweet, you think I actually want you breathing my air? I’d rather get jumped by four large Russian men in an underground tunnel while being drugged” The memory had Erica’s brows knit together once again, glancing up at her older sister with a look of shock on her face. Of course Erica knew that anyone who hadn’t been there wouldn’t understand it-but she still remembered seeing her older sister getting dragged down that cold metal hallway as she crawled through the air vents above.

Eddie looked visibly confused, nodding his head a few times while puckering his lips. Something about Y/n had always made his heart race, after all she was his first crush ever-and his first girlfriend-not to mention his first kiss. Although it was chaste and didn’t last very long-he still remembered it and he knew she did as well.

“That’s oddly specific princess-but if you want to play hard to get then so be it-I love a good challenge” she scoffed, her jaw dropping slightly before she rolled her eyes and shoved past him, their shoulders bumping as she walked into the classroom, all of the Hellfire club members now looking at her while she let out a deep sigh, her eyes searching for Lucas-and when they made eye contact her younger brother looked mortified.

“Okay dorks, since your almighty lord and savior Edward won’t tell me when your campaign ends-when does it end” it seemed as if all of the guys in the room were afraid of her as she stood there, blinking a few times, brows raised, moving her hands together in a ‘wrap it up’ circular motion as she waited for someone to answer her.

“Y/n-haha about the time thing-it ends at 8” she looked taken aback for a moment as Dustin answered her, and that only made his eyes widen when he processed that today was Thursday. On Thursday nights at eight she went to the local diner to get a milkshake with Robin. She’d been doing it for months at this point-and everyone knew it was a part of her Thursday routine-something she valued.

“Oh shit it’s Thursday” Mike spoke next, glancing between Lucas and Dustin, the three of them now staring at each other looking frantic. Part of her was irritated by the abrupt interruption to her entire Thursday routine, but the other part was happy they were happy-granted she would prefer their happiness without Munson.

“Sorry uh-Y/n-not to ask a stupid question but uh is that everything you need? We’re kind of at a really important moment-not to like upset you or anything” she sighed, glancing at Gareth, taking a moment to roll her shoulders back while he spoke-trying to appear more relaxed and less irritated. She knew she was technically barging in on their club meeting and of course no one appreciates an abrupt pause-sure she wanted to wring Eddie’s neck for even assuming that he had a chance with her to have anything other than a ‘Hi Princess’ ‘Fuck off Munson’ relationship with her, but that was no excuse to be a bitch to any of the guys.

“Gareth-it’s cool, I’ll go, sorry for the barging in and shouting in the hallway-she’s just an overactive ass-” Erica scoffed from the doorway “and you’re a loud mouthed jester” Y/n took a moment to glance over her shoulder, ignoring the way Eddie’s eyes immediately snapped up from her ass to her face. “-shut it before I drop you off in the middle of the woods at night”

“Anyways, me and the mouse over there are leaving. Lukiepooh, Mikeybear, and Dustybun I’ll see you at eight-promptly or you’re next on my shit list. I gotta go reschedule my date with Rob now-bye nerds'' She spoke in a playful tone, all of the guys exchanged looks outside of Eddie, the way she said ‘nerds’ or ‘dork’ was never malicious, rather she smiled at them before turning around, flashing Eddie another dirty look on the way out.

She hadn’t expected him to follow behind her, but Erica cleared her throat, causing Y/n to turn back slightly, pausing her steps.

He stopped walking too, a few feet away from the Sinclair sisters, brows furrowed while he wrapped one arm around his waist, the other moving so that his hand could grab his hair, slightly pushing it towards his face-the motion made him look somewhat shy or even nervous and that confused Y/n.

“So you uh-have a date?” she shrugged “Is that a concern to you Munson?” something about him always bothered her, even now when he looked-well he looked like that. She could never describe it-even when she still attended Hawkins-anytime they crossed paths, made eye contact across a classroom or the cafeteria, or even when she’d stop Tommy from bothering him and his friends-there was always something else there-something that was undeniable yet unexplainable and that only bothered her more.

“I feel like it should be, after all I am after your heart” she scoffed, rolling her eyes then turned around, grabbing Erica’s arm and pulling her to walk while responding “whatever Munson”.

The car ride was mostly silent until Erica realized the two of them were at Family Video-not their neighborhood. Then she finally sat up in the Jaguar’s leather front seat, shifting her body to face her older sister.

“What the hell was that!” y/n glanced at Erica, letting out a small sigh as she shifted her thick voluminous blown out curls away from her face. “It was nothing okay.” the youngest Sinclair shook her head “You’re such a liar! He’s so into you!”

“Yeah sure he is Erica, he’s just an ass that likes to annoy me.” Erica shook her head, pursing her lips while raising a brow at her sister “Ain’t no way! The way he was staring at you! You’re lying! It doesn’t take some super genius to see that”

Y/n groaned, rolling her eyes and opening the car door, forcing Erica to follow suit as they walked into the video store.

Little did she know, across town in the same classroom she’d recently left, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas were all trying to piece things together as well-mostly because when Eddie walked back into the room, he was smiling from ear to ear and there was a slight red flush to his face.

After thirty minutes of whispering between roles, Lucas finally cleared his throat and declared a time out. “Eddie, are you and my sister a thing?” he stared at the older boy “c’mon-what was that? I’ve never seen her like that-like ever and she’s my sister! I’ve known her my entire life!” Lucas sat there, waiting for a response, the other guys at the table nodding their heads before joining the conversation.

Gareth spoke first “Honestly-no offense Lucas-but I expected her to be a bitch. Everyone kind of assumed that she was nice as an act-and I didn’t even know that she knew my name. But that’s probably the meanest I’ve ever seen her be-and she apologized to us?” Jeff nodded alongside one of the other club members.

“That’s true-Y/n’s always been intimidating-when she was here she basically ran the entire school-she decked Tommy H. in the face my freshman year-that shit was terrifying” It was clear that Jeff was thinking of the memory, seeing Y/n pull Tommy back by the right shoulder of his leather varsity jacket and the few seconds that followed were something out of a movie, the sound of Nancy’s ‘Y/n! It’s fine! Stop!’ followed by the sound of Y/n’s fist making contact with Tommy’s jaw almost echoed throughout the hallway.

Everyone who was there would never forget that moment, especially the way Tommy stumbled back a few steps, blinking while holding his face, slightly hunched over, his lip bleeding and a look of pure shock on his face. The moment followed by Y/n kneeing him in the abdomen to seal the deal before checking on Nancy, her entire demeanor shifted as she made sure her friend was alright.

“That was probably the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen-I wanted to drop down on one knee and propose to her” Eddie spoke, gaining everyone else’s attention as he stared off in the distance, his elbows leaning into the table as his chin rested in the palms of his hands.

“So you’re telling me this entire time…you and Y/n have known each other?” he nodded his head at Mike’s question. “Yeah, Hawkins isn’t a huge town boys, course I knew Sinclair’s hot mean sister” Before Lucas could respond Mike did, the look of horror on his face “Hey! That’s basically my sister!”

“Can you please answer the important question here?!” Lucas’s mortified expression didn’t go unnoticed by his fellow club members-sure Eddie and Y/n together would be kind of cool-Lucas looked up to Eddie in a way. He knew Eddie had his flaws, no one who repeated their senior year more than once was perfect-but Eddie had a good heart, and he was a metaphorical king among the ‘nerds’, he took kids under his wing and gave them a space to belong at Hawkins. He wasn’t mad, he was just confused.

“To answer your question, my dear Sundar the Bold, no the Queen and I are not dating, rather she can’t stand me and I’m after nothing but our fair ladies heart and somehow every time I get close-she slips through my fingers.”

That response was all Lucas needed, and based on the way Dustin looked at him, followed by Mike’s look-the three of them were already on board with one another.

That night on the drive home the boys all bombarded Y/n with questions about her relationship-or lack thereof-with their Dungeon Master. So much that she responded to all of them with “Shut the hell up! Yes I know Munson! We’re not friends! We’re not anything! Let the shit go!” then she commenced to ignoring all of them as she pulled into her driveway, all of them walking into the house with Chinese takeout in their hands.

The week that followed she did her best to dodge any questions brought to her, instead she focused more on her priorities and watched the few episodes of Designing Women that she would usually catch up on on Thursdays. She went to her classes, gave a presentation on the male gaze’s impact on historical portraiture that she’d been working on for weeks, and worked her usual shifts at Family Video with Steve and Robin.

She’d done a great job at avoiding the topic of Eddie Munson, especially because it was as if everywhere she turned, one of the boys or Erica was bringing him up, asking her questions about how they knew each other, what happened in Fourth grade, and how they went from being friends (according to Eddie) to Y/n completely avoiding him as a topic of conversation, and walking right past him during her time at Hawkins High.

That was until Eddie strolled into Family Video wearing his usual denim vest, leather jacket combo, alongside a pair of fitted black ripped jeans and his worn in docs. His hair was in it’s usual curly messy state and he sported a wide smile on his face the second he noticed Y/n behind the counter rewinding tapes while humming along to the Iron Maiden song playing in the background.

He knew she hadn’t noticed him-which gave him just enough time to trace his eyes along her figure, her voluminous hair framed her face perfectly, the look of concentration evident on her face-brows knit together in the same way that Lucas’s and Erica’s did, and she stuck her tongue out ever so slightly as her teeth lightly bit down on it, only seen when one really focused on her slightly parted lips.

He took in the slightly oversized Aerosmith shirt tucked into her black jeans alongside the dark green Family Video vest made him smile-she was so different than most of the girls she’d been grouped together with in school, and even now, he knew she was in school, and he knew that she wanted to pursue art-all things he’d overheard from Lucas’s conversations-things that he kept noted because Eddie Munson was head over heels.

She spun on her heel, grabbing the next bin of tapes that needed to be rewinded, lost in her own world until she dropped a tape, mumbling ‘shit’ while squatting down and picking it up, then when she finally stood up did she notice Eddie leaning against the counter, a dopey smile on his face while he looked at her.

Y/n let out a sigh, placing the tape on the counter next to the VCR and computer, before placing a hand on her hip.

“What do you want Munson” he raised a brow, the same smile on his face “Do you want my real answer, or do you want the Family Video related answer” she scoffed, rolling her eyes-already having an idea of what he was going to say based on her answer.

“You look beautiful today M’lady” she nodded her head, now shifting her weight to her left foot while crossing her arms over her chest “Flatter won’t get you far. If you don’t have any returns or rentals, you can go” he nodded his head a few times “what if I want a recommendation”

Before he could open his mouth to speak Y/n was quick to shout for Robin, yelling “Rob! C’mere” while glancing towards the Adult section of the store. Robin had lost their game of rock, paper, scissors which forced her to do the sorting and restocking of their very graphic Adult section-also known as their self proclaimed ‘section of doom’.

Eddie straightened up, fully expecting a man to walk through the beaded curtains, he would finally know who Rob was-and in his head who his competition was. Of course when it came to Y/n his competition was never ending, she had people throwing themselves at her for years-and yet he’d never actually seen her give anyone the time of day except for her ex from sophomore year.

However when the dirty blonde walked through the curtains, swatting at them in a spastic motion while adusting her short bob-cut hair he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Sure women were competition-but Eddie had seen Y/n with Robin before and he knew they were just friends-he just had no idea what her name was.

“Don’t look too happy, Munson. You want a recommendation, Rob can give you one. I have a job to do” with that she turned back around, doing her best to ignore the almost burning feeling of Eddie’s stare, her gaze focused on the vcr in front of her as she placed a copy of the animated version of Lord of The Rings into the machine, proceeding to rewind it.

Yet when she glanced over at him, he was quick to make eye contact with her while Robin talked about different horror flicks, going on and on about the different genres of horror and what the store had to offer. Y/n loved how much Robin talked, most people were bothered by the girl’s high energy-however she was the straw to Y/n’s berry. The two were like two peas in a pod the second they’d met in the girl’s bathroom Y/n’s junior year.

Robin had been crying about getting rejected, and Y/n was the only person who didn’t ignore the sounds of choked sobs and sniffles coming from the large stall. The two of them ended up sitting on the dingy bathroom floor for two hours together, talking and laughing, Y/n reassuring Robin that whoever rejected her was just an asshole who couldn’t see what was in front of them.

Eventually when she got a job at Scoops Ahoy with Robin, she’d introduced the girl to Steve after forcing Steve to put in a job application-knowing that the boy hadn’t done much since graduation and was living in a post-highschool rut.

Of course the whole Russians in Hawkins, Mindflare possessions, fighting in the upside down and regular world, plus everything else that had gone on at that god forsaken mall only brought the three closer together, which led them all to applying to the understaffed Family Video

“These are all amazing recommendations-really but I need to talk to her” he pointed at Y/n, who was back to rewinding tapes and doing her best to alphabetize the box of rewound tapes so it’d be easier for Steve to stock them back on the shelves. She was more focused on figuring out why a copy of Grease wouldn’t properly rewind than she was on Eddie and Robin-which is why the second Eddie lightly smacked the counter to her right she jumped, immediately meeting his stare.

“Jesus Munson, can you not take a hint?” he placed a hand on his chin for a moment, raising a brow and nodding his head, mimicking a thinking pose. “I don’t think so no-not when it comes to the girl of my dreams” she scoffed “yeah okay Munson.” She rolled her eyes, going back to looking at the tape in front of her, popping the front of the black plastic case off of it, groaning at the sight of the tangled tape.

Before she could try to fix it-something she was terrible at-Eddie reached across the counter-grabbing it from her hands and examining it before he started carefully unraveling the tape, then he started rolling it back around-it seemed so effortless to him-and for the first time in a long time-Y/n found herself staring at him without her usual bitchy expression.

Her eyes were focused on his hands, watching him fix the tape that would’ve taken her at least half an hour to figure out.

“You should try dropping the attitude every now and then-it’s a good look on you” she blinked a few times, her gaze now meeting his while he stared at her, a small smile on his lips when she didn’t roll her eyes at him.

“I don’t have an attitude.” He raised a single brow “mmm I don’t think so, it’s usually there, and you stand all tense with your shoulders raised and jaw clenched. You’ve kind of always stood like that too” she rolled her eyes “I do not stand like that Eddie” the name slipped past her lips before she thought about it, and for a second it felt like Eddie had finally slipped through a crack, that he was finally getting through her walls.

“Yes you do” he mimicked her, raising his shoulders slightly, clenching his jaw and furrowing his brows, then he tilted his head up slightly “This is literally how you walk around, you also cross your arms a lot and occasionally you slightly stand on your toes to seem taller than you are” she tilted her head slightly, somewhat taken aback by how much he actually paid attention to her.

The two were almost in their own world, both of them too distracted by one another to notice Robin whispering on the store phone a few feet away.

“Yes he’s here-they’re talking and like she seems super into it, she’s not even being mean-and y’know how she stands all stiff and stuff right now she looks totally relaxed” Robin whispered into the phone, glancing over at Eddie and Y/n, her hand cupping the bottom of the phone as she held it against her face, trying her best to keep whispering while she spoke to Dustin, Lucas, and Mike-well technically it was the Wheeler residence’s phone, however the other two were hovering over it as well.

“We’ve been trying to get her to open up to him! She keeps brushing us off!” Dustin’s voice was heard through the phone while Robin nodded her head, listening as Lucas spoke next “We didn’t think he would actually show up, he kept going on about how she’d kick him out or ignore him”

“Well I can see why, she’s been ignoring him for years at this point, I feel like we have to figure out why she hates him-because there’s no way she actually hates him-Oh my god-guys-she’s smiling and laughing-I repeat she’s smiling and laughing”

It took everything in Robin not to start smiling and squealing, she was easily recruited for ‘Operation Fourth Grade to Forever’, granted none of them knew what happened in fourth grade, or why the two went from being friends to Y/n wanting nothing to do with him, but that was the entire point of the operation. Besides they were all looking for something to do-they had more free time on their hands after the gate was closed-so what better way than to help young love blossom.

Y/n found herself laughing at Eddie’s jokes and his mimicking of her uptight posture, she rolled her eyes playfully while taking the fixed tape from his outstretched hand.

“Thank you, that would’ve taken me hours” he laughed, a small smile on his face “I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I’d let you suffer through that” she let out a small giggle at that, rolling her eyes at his flirty tone as she tried to stop the smile on her face-rather it was her smiling upside down-leading both Eddie and Robin to smile.

But their moment felt like it was stomped on when Steve rushed into the store, slipping on his vest, making the bell above the door ding back and forth a few times.

“Shit I’m late-sorry guys-got caught up with this girl-” he paused when he noticed Eddie across from Y/n, the both of them now glancing over at him, then his eyes moved to Robin who was still on the phone, but she quickly moved her hand away to make it seem like a casual phone call made to the store.

“Store’s pretty dead I guess.” his tone shift was evident, and he eyed Eddie, who simply put his hands up in a surrendering motion, then he glanced over at Y/n again “do you want to maybe, hang out, maybe go see Labyrinth sometime?-for uh old times sake” he rushed the last part, heat rushing through his neck, towards his ears, and the red flush slightly moving into his cheeks.

Before she could answer Steve did it for her “she can’t we’re already seeing that with Robin. Sorry Eddie, anything else you need? I can help you” Y/n blinked a few times, usually she’d be thankful that Steve stepped in to essentially cock block him, however, in the moment she felt something-something else. Some part of her was mad at Steve, especially when she noticed the way Eddie’s expression dropped.

“Oh uh, alright, well I’ll see you around Sinclair, cool meeting you Robin!” With that he tried to leave the store in a casual manner, internally he was a mixture of embarrassed, irritated, and oddly enough a sliver of happiness overtook him. That was the first time in years that she’d called him Eddie, not to mention seeing a genuine smile on her face-it was all the hope he needed.

When the door shut Y/n immediately grabbed a random movie from the Adult section returns bin and threw it at Steve. It hit him in the face while he struggled to dodge it, and Robin laughed before hanging up the phone.

“Are you serious? The hell was that for! You hate Munson!” she scoffed, rolling her eyes “I can answer questions myself Steve, I don’t need you to Mama bear me!” her attitude was back, and her shoulders were tense again, that in itself confused Steve-especially because the group made sure to keep Steve out of the operation, knowing that Steve considered Eddie a ‘bad influence’ and went on tangents about him to Dustin.

“You’re acting like you actually wanted to go see the movie with him! And really? Throwing ‘Katie Chow takes the big black kong’ at me was unnecessary!” he grimaced at the name of the tape, before tossing it on the counter and making his way behind it. However when he said that Y/n felt an unfamiliar feeling in her stomach, something she hadn’t experienced in a long time-and she had no idea what it was.

When she hadn’t answered for a few minutes Steve slowly turned to face her, he glanced at Robin who simply shrugged while grabbing another bin of returns and started placing them on the old vinyl countertops.

“Wait-you wanted to go didn’t you!” she scoffed, eyes focused on the rewind button in front of her “I never said that Steve” he nodded “but you also never said you didn’t want to go!” she craned her neck back slightly, rolling her eyes, then returned to her original posture, trying to look more relaxed-now hyper aware of how she stood when she was irritated.

“Holy shit! You did wanna go! You were gonna say yes!” Her scoffs started to sound the same, she did her best to look disgusted at the idea, but she knew she wasn’t fooling Steve or Robin in the moment. “Shut up! I never said that!” he nodded “oh but it’s what you didn’t say that mattered!” she shook her head “Leave me alone! He was just being nice okay! Shit”

Steve and Robin exchanged a knowing look.

“I don’t think he was the only one being nice” Y/n’s jaw dropped at Robin’s words, she turned to face her and shook her head “Who’s side are you on!” Robin shrugged “whichever side gets you to tell me what happened in fourth grade”

“It’s not important!” Robin shook her head “clearly it is because you’ve fake hated Eddie since then, like yea he’s kind of a weirdo-but he doesn’t seem like a bad guy-” before steve could interject Robin pointed a finger at him “and you shush it, you’re a shit judge of character” Y/n nodded her head, taking a second to agree with the blonde.

“Please, it’s not important Rob” Robin raised a brow before nodding, deciding to brush everything off, she also took the opportunity to sneak off into the backroom, using the phone to call the Wheeler household back, telling them to lay off ‘O.F.G.T.F’ for now.

However, that would only last until the following Friday.

Everytime Y/n and Eddie had crossed paths they kept their conversation to a minimum, she felt more comfortable just acting as if everything last Wednesday didn’t happen. Instead she went back to her usual facade, keeping everything short. Of course he tried to stop her in her tracks when she was picking up the boys from school, he easily spotted her Jaguar in the parking lot, so he jogged up to it, however she was quick to brush him off-and the entire time she avoided making eye contact with him.

Now it was Friday night, at 8:30, and the boys were all waiting for Y/n to get there, she was slightly late because Fridays were always busy nights. Eddie always stayed after their sessions ended to clean everything up, so when he walked out of the building to see the guys all waiting outside, sitting on the curb, he raised a brow.

“Usually your chauffeur is early, what happened today?” his voice caused the three freshmen to look back, Dustin shrugged while Lucas spoke up.

“Family Video’s busiest days are Fridays and Saturdays-she’s probably stumped at work, so we just gotta wait” Eddie nodded his head “I’ll take you there if you guys want, vans kind of a mess but hey-it’s probably better than sitting on the cold ass concrete all night while your sister cusses people out at her job” The three boys looked at one another before nodding and getting up off the floor, they’d been in his van before, hell he’d driven them home a few times, however they all knew that if they didn’t show up at her job, or if no one called her the second they got home-which she probably would’ve missed due to being at work or on the road-that she’d freak out.

During the first half of the ride they all spoke about their DND campaign, and even about future campaign ideas, or campaign expansions alongside introducing new characters into the mix. Then Dustin simply word vomited-something he always did.

“Okay I can’t keep it in, Y/n won’t tell us-so please tell us what happened in fourth grade. O.F.G.T.F cannot be successful until we find out why she hates you-or pretends to hate you because based on what Robin told us-she definitely doesn’t hate you. We know people she hates, and she usually does more than just cuss and act all stiff and mean. Usually she resorts to violence-which is probably not a good thing cause like-violence. But I don’t think I know anyone who can fight like she can”

Everyone was silent after Dustin’s rant, Eddie looking at them through the crooked rear view mirror, letting out a deep sigh.

“We dated for like two weeks in the fourth grade, Y’know Sinclair she was my first kiss-even back then she was probably the prettiest girl in our class-not probably-definitely. But uh yeah, it isn’t my place to tell you what happened” Mike scoffed at that.

“Are you shitting me? That’s all we get? We’re trying to get you two together and all you can tell us is she was your first kiss and she was pretty-we all know Y/n’s pretty, she’s always been smokin’ hot-no offense Lucas-but there’s clearly something else there!”

The three boys-and Robin-were all fed up trying to understand what happened in elementary school between the two of them. All of them knew that Y/n held a mean grudge, she always held grudges, to those who were close with Y/n-it was easy to tell when she didn’t like someone. There was a difference between the few grudges she held versus the people she outwardly hated-and as much as Y/n hated to admit it outloud-her fight or flight had a lot to do with it, and the fight usually took over.

“She has like this grudge against me okay-I tried to talk to her about it-I tried everything! I think I honestly only made it worse, I can’t tell you exactly where I fucked up, but I know a lot of it has to do with that” they all nodded, motioning for him to keep speaking, Dustin going as far as to clear his throat to get him to continue.

“I dunno, it was after our first kiss, it wasn’t like one of those gross first kisses you hear about either, it was really quick, like a peck I guess. Anyways-it happened in the old treehouse at you place Sinclair-I don’t even remember exactly what I said, but I knew it bothered her. Then I tried apologizing but I never did because she didn’t want to talk to me, so I kept on trying to apologize after that for like weeks and never could because she was ignoring me, or she’d tell her dad not to let me around the house. Then we got into this huge fight the first week of summer break, and admittedly I fucked up here-but I was also an immature kid-but I remember shoving her back and she cut up one of her legs on the concrete. I probably said other fucked up shit too, but I know that was back after my mom split-I was definitely the asshole”

He paused, parking the van in front of the Family Video in one of the few empty spots before he took a deep breath.

“She tried to be there for me a few weeks after that, showed up to my uncle's trailer and everything-she rode her bright pink princess bike there, and she brought a bag of gummy bears with her-I guess she figured I wasn’t the happiest after moving and wanted to be nice. I slammed the door in her face. After that she stopped talking to me overall, and as the years went by when I tried talking to her she just got bitchier and bitchier. Granted-it’s kinda hot-so when we were like fifteen I started doing shit to bother her-cause I knew I’d get a reaction. But that’s what happened in fourth grade-she can probably go more into detail”

Lucas furrowed his brows, he knew his older sister had a scar on the side of her left calf, over the years it’d gotten smaller as she’d gotten taller, however it was still there to this day, and anytime he asked about it growing up y/n would reply with “I fell, don’t worry it’s fine Lucas, besides scars make you look badass”

He knew she added in the last part to reassure him that all of the scars he had from falling and scraping his arms and legs up were fine and that he shouldn’t care about how they look. The more Lucas thought about it, the more he realized that sure his sister was definitely a bitch, but she was also the reason that Lucas had some self esteem-and she was the reason Erica had the self esteem of a God. Y/n worked hard to make sure her younger siblings were comfortable in their own skin-just as she did with everyone that was close to her.

By the time they all left the van and made their way into the video store, they could see Y/n arguing with an older man, he looked to be in his forties, and he was arguing with her over what seemed to be overdue copies of films that stopped him from being able to rent anything else.

“Listen, if you return the damn movies, I’ll rent you the new ones. You have four that have late fees on them because they were due two weeks ago, you don’t return the movies, you don’t get shit from here. It’s a simple fucking rule”

The older man scoffed at her, causing her to crane her neck back slightly, brows raised, and a smirk forming on her face.

“That’s never been the case before, I don’t need some teenage brat trying to tell me what I can and can’t do. I turned in the films, it’s not my fault your shitty staff can’t keep track of anything. Where the hell is your manager anyways-clearly you don’t need a job working in customer service when you can’t talk to people”.

She slammed her hand on the countertop in front of her, and it clearly startled the older man.

“Wow, if only the fucking manager was actually here to deal with your shit, so sorry sweetheart but he’s not here because he never is, and for the record you old asshole, I’m twenty, so if you’re gonna call me a brat at least get my age bracket correct. Now, you didn’t return shit because it’s not in our system that you returned anything, if you don’t like how we run our store-aka the only movie rental store in all of Hawkins, Indiana, then you can drive to the next town over and lose their rentals. Also since you’re here you can pay those late fees, that’ll be eight ninety five. You’re holding up my God damn line, so either pay up or get the hell out.”

He looked taken aback, tossing the movies he wanted onto the counter before scoffing and storming out, Y/n rolled her eyes at him-she was tired, and she ran out of patience two hours ago. Fridays were the worst days of the week, that’s when everyone decided to come in, and they always came in after 6.

Robin noticed the boys before Y/n did, so she let all of them behind the counter-including Eddie-who took the risk of standing next to Y/n as she continued checking peoples rentals out, while mumbling for them to have a great night.

“So why do you work the register on Fridays?” she almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of Eddie’s voice-she hadn’t even noticed him next to her. She sighed, glancing at him before scanning the barcode to the store’s last copy of Rambo for a group of teenage boys.

“Because I’m the only one that’s actually mean. Steve tries to talk people down when they’re angry and he only makes things worse because he’s overly confident and it annoys people even more, and Robin cracks under pressure and starts rambling-once someone made her cry. So we came to the conclusion that I’d be the only one working the register on busy nights. Also thank you for bringing them here-I haven’t had a break so I couldn’t call”

Y/n spoke without looking at him, instead focusing more on replacing the receipt paper in the cash register. However at the sound of the boys in front of her trying to rush her, she simply looked up and raised a brow “you either wait another two minutes, or you little shits can give me your IDs which clearly don’t say 18 considering you look like you haven’t hit puberty yet and I don’t let you rent the god damn movie. Now give me the damn money before I card both of you and call your mothers” the two boys stared at her with wide eyes, one extending a shaky hand holding cash.

“Thank you, now you have a wonderful night. Bring it back in a week or I’ll charge you all double on the late fees. Oh and don’t let me catch either of you going into the Adult section again. At least sharpie on a mustache or something first.” with that she slid them their receipt on top of the VHS tape and smiled while shewing them off.

“I dig the attitude, it’s hot” she rolled her eyes “y’know maybe the flirting wouldn’t be as bad if I wasn’t exhausted and pushed past my people limit for the day. I just wanna lay down and relax instead I have to deal with jackasses trying to rent shitty movies.”

With that the next person in line stepped up, holding six tapes and placing them on the counter, she hadn’t even looked up before speaking “limit is four per customer, you have fifteen seconds to pick the four you want or ill kick you out of my line. We close at nine thirty, odds are if you get kicked out of line you’re not getting any movies tonight.” with that the person quickly discarded the top two movies, sliding them to the other end of the counter and allowing y/n to ring her up.

“You need help?” she shook her head at Eddie’s question “no, what I need is a five day vacation to some fancy ass spa where they give you massages and shit, I could also use a very very hot bath in combination with a bag of gummy bears.” he laughed at that.

“They’re still your favorite huh?” she furrowed her brows, now finally looking up at Eddie. “What?” “Gummy bears-they’re still your favorite, you used to love them when we were kids, you almost always had a bag on you”

“You remember that?” he nodded his head, a small smile on her face as the two of them held eye contact, but the sound of another customer clearing their throat ruined the moment. Y/n rolled her eyes before looking at the customer, then eyeing the stacked movies, he didn’t look a day older than sixteen, so she grabbed the top movie-an easy to spot cover up-some random rom com-then she looked at the three films from the adult section.

“I’m gonna save you some embarrassment here and tell you to get the hell out of my line. You’re not a day older than sixteen, and if you try to lie to me and give me a shittily made fake ID from Ricardo Smith I will actually cut it up with scissors and make you pay me for my time” the kid was a blushing mess as he tossed the dvds into the large pile at the other end of the counter and speed walked out of the video store.

“Damn, that was ruthless, can’t let a kid live?” she shook her head at his comment “No Eddie I can’t cause when his mother sees him and his right hand going at it to Blondes Have More Fun Volume 69, then the stores gonna have to deal with her ass and by the store I mean me because once again Steve and Robin cannot handle confrontation.” She spoke as she checked another person out, she was at the point in the night that she was tired of reading off peoples totals, instead motioned to the register calculation and waited for their payment method.

Eddie took a small risk, he stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders-gently massaging into them and when Y/n let her head lean back for a second as she took a deep breath, he took that as a silent thank you. He expected her to smack his hands away, and yet she was practically melting under his touch. He slid his hands under the green vest-getting a better grip of her shoulders through the thin material of her t-shirt, and in the moment Y/n’s brain had gone into autopilot.

She’d done this job enough to do it perfectly by muscle memory, it just took her a few more seconds than usual to count the cash given to her.

Robin was working behind the counter to get all the returned VHS tapes into one pile and all of the grabbed but not rented tapes into a bin for Steve to stock on the shelves, she easily recruited the help of Mike and Lucas, while Dustin helped Steve. Robin called them her free labor-which was honestly necessary on days like these.

“Do you see those two? He’s giving her a freaking shoulder massage! And she’s letting him!” Robin spoke in harsh whispers to the boys next to her, the two of them glancing over to the front register, eyes widening, then they waved their hands in the air to get Dustin’s attention-who elbowed Steve and they all looked over at Eddie and Y/n. Everyone had a smile on their face outside of Steve who was shocked and had his usual confused expression, to which Dustin sighed and replied with “I’ll tell you later”.

“Your hairs not usually up y’know” she sighed “I get hot sometimes, especially when people are constantly getting on my last nerve” he nodded his head-knowing she couldn’t actually see him, but she slightly flinched and let out a small hiss when he moved one of his hands-accidentally placing the cold metal of his rings against the back of her neck. “Shit sorry”

“It’s okay-just kinda cold”

After they closed up the store Eddie hesitated to try asking her out again, he debated it, but he decided it wasn’t the right time. Instead he headed back home, a large smile on his face the entire drive home.

However that didn’t stop everyone else from questioning Y/n-who was working on cleaning off the countertops, a smile on her face as she did it, and for once she didn’t hate the feeling in her stomach, rather she welcomed it.

“What’s got you smiling like that-oh wait I think the question is who? Hmmm?” Robin smiled, lightly bumping her hip against Y/n’s while wiggling her brows, everyone now stood around the store, cleaning up and organizing, and it was quiet in the store as they’d turned off the sound system after the tapes kept getting stuck.

“Oh shut it Rob” the blonde nodded her head “it seems like someone has a little bit of a crush to me” y/n tried to hide her smile, she felt like a walking cliche-the ghost of Eddie’s touch still lingering against her skin-or maybe that was just her exhaustion setting in-but she couldn’t even deny Robin’s accusation-because part of her knew it was true.

“So does fourth grade still matter hmm?” The sentence reminded Y/n of the entire reason she stopped talking to Eddie, and now her smile dropped as she rolled her eyes. “Yes it still matters.”

The eldest Sinclair moved to a different counter, now aggressively spraying it down in cleaner, her jaw clenched while she wiped the vinyl in circular motions. They all left her alone for about ten minutes, then of course they all had to bring it up-that and the fact that Dustin was spilling everything to Steve-who scoffed at Dustin’s retelling of what Eddie had told him.

“Yeah he forgot two of the most important parts of the story.” Dustin raised a brow “and how would you know that?” Steve tilted his head, one of his classic ‘are you serious’ expressions on his face “I was there-I’ve been friends with Y/n since we were kids Dustin.”

Of course, Y/n overheard them, she was only a few feet away, and with little to no background noise it wasn’t difficult to hear one another talking at a normal volume.

“It was a bet. I was the butt of the joke. He’d admitted it to me after our shitastic first kiss, he said that he’d won the bet, and I was confused-but he already said it outloud on accident. So he went on a tangent about how he’d never actually liked me before his friends bet him like twenty bucks or some shit to ask me out-sure we were just kids but that shit hurt. Especially because I thought we were friends.” She paused for a second, letting out a deep breath to stop herself from tearing up.

“He started to word vomit-the way Robin does when she’s nervous-or the way Dustin does when he’s thinking. He told me all of his friends thought I was ugly, and that they wanted to see if he would actually go through with ‘dating me’-whatever the fuck that even equates to as a fourth grader. Then he admitted that kissing me got him another twenty bucks. Let’s also not forget the fact that I wanted to forgive him, hell I convinced myself to forgive him. I knew what happened with his Mom, she split and he moved to Forest Hills, so I rode my stupid little pink bike across fucking town to go see him and see if he was okay”

She looked up now, her eyes glossy as a singular tear slipped down her cheek, everyone saw it-no one said a single thing. “Y’know what he said. He said that the bet was over and he didn’t want to talk to my ugly ass anymore, then he went on to tell me to leave him the hell alone, called me a stalker, and felt the need to reiterate the fact that he thought I was ugly. So yeah, maybe I am childish for holding the grudge about fourth grade, but when your entire self esteem is tanked and it takes you until your sophomore year of highschool to actually love yourself because of some stupid boy in the fourth grade-you have the right to hold that grudge.”

She wiped the tears off of her face “and y’know what? He never even apologized to me, instead he got more fucking annoying and more obnoxious and he always-always did his very best to get under my skin. He’d cut me off, or he’d say these stupid slick comments, and he would just piss me off to no end. Sure I’ve started my fair share of arguments, and yeah I am a bitch to him, and I will continue to be a bitch to him. But he’s never even apologized, and now knowing that he doesn’t even fucking remember it? I’m supposed to want to jump into his stupid arms and just embrace him and his stupid curly hair and his stupid cologne and his stupid big brown fucking eyes.”

Everyone was silent and she nodded her head a few times, a sad smile on her face.

“That’s what happened in fourth grade. That’s the reason I hate Eddie Munson. Because he never even fucking apologized. We were friends y’know. We did our stupid third grade science fair volcano together-he was one of my best friends as a kid. Then he just wasn’t, because I wasn’t as pretty as the blonde haired blue eyed girls. Now please for the love of God let this stupid shit go. I don’t want anything to do with him.”

She went to the back storage room, taking off her vest, and grabbing her bag. She then left the room, still sniffling slightly.

“Lucas, are you coming home tonight or staying the night at Mikes?” he glanced over at his sister before looking back at Dustin and Mike. “I’m gonna uh-stay at Mikes if that’s cool with you” she nodded her head “yeah that’s fine. Rob, do you need a ride home? Steve take the boys home” She shook her head, and with that Y/n left the store, getting into her car and playing the mixtape that Robin had made her as she drove home.

Meanwhile everyone still remained at Family Video, deciding to give y/n space after that heavy confession-but now they knew two things. One Eddie needed to apologize to her, and two they needed to tell Eddie where he fucked up. Well they knew three things technically-Y/n definitely has a thing for Eddie-and maybe she always had-but it’s something that she will forever ignore and suppress because of how he made her feel.

So that’s what sparked Operation Apology Accepted-which also included Robin, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas showing up at Eddie’s trailer two days after to unpack everything that Y/n had shared with them, to the point that they’d all taken turns explaining parts of the story to him-and they all watched as Eddie’s eyes widened, all of the memories suddenly connecting and everything making sense.

The entire time he was trying to apologize she didn’t want to hear it-and he now realized that she was right to not want to hear anything-especially after knowing the lasting impact it’d left on her. Of course Eddie knew all about his peers impacting his self esteem, he was never popular, and for a while he’d been the butt of the joke, but as he got older he embraced the “the freak” title which led to him building up his own confident facade, but underneath all of that he was still the stupid kid projecting his own pain onto his best friend.

These realizations led Eddie to spending the next week and a half trying to talk to Y/n, and every single time he tried to catch her-whether it be at her job, or at the town library, or when she’d pick up her siblings, or when she went to Erica’s middle school dance competitions-she would simply ignore him and move away from him.

He knew he had to apologize to her, he knew he had to let her know that he never meant any of it, that he’d practically been in love with her since they were kids, that he thought she was the prettiest girl in their grade as kids, and that the only reason he accepted the bet was because he knew he would finally be able to admit his feelings to her-but as a kid he was stupid-in fact he was so stupid that he word vomited that things started as a bet over a measly forty dollars at the worst possible time, and when y/n got mad-what did he do? He just said whatever would make her want to leave him alone-because he knew she wouldn’t want anything to do with him after that.

Then his mom split, and he went from being an idiot to a hurt, angry, idiot. So he started to project that onto the people in his life, and y/n just happened to be one of them. He even remembered shoving her-something he should’ve never done-something he regretted doing.

Eddie Munson knew one thing, he was absolutely in love with Y/n Sinclair, and he always had been. But he needed to prove that to her, and he needed to start with an apology for his stupidity, he knew he couldn’t make up for the pain he caused her, but he knew the apology was a start.

Which is what led him to standing in her room awkwardly at six fifty-four on a Tuesday afternoon. Lucas told him that she got home from her classes and work at seven, so he let Eddie in, and now the man was pacing back and forth in a bedroom he hadn’t been in since he was nine. Granted it was a lot different, the once pink paint now replaced with white, but her walls were covered in posters, tickets, signs, and she had a large wall shelf near her closet which displayed her cheer trophies, starting from the sixth grade leading through the twelfth. She had her art work up on the walls, and all of her furniture was originally white, some objects covered in stickers, others were clearly worn-but the entire room fit her.

He placed the large stuffed cartoony octopus on her bed, alongside that he’d gotten her sunflowers, and that was solely there to lighten the blow of Eddie being in her room. Everything else was going to be said, and he sure as hell hoped she wouldn’t knee him in the groin and kick him out-but that was also something he tried to prepare himself for-knowing he’d just have to take the hit and walk it off.

Another few minutes passed before the door opened, followed by Y/n letting out a small yelp at the sight of Eddie-then she furrowed her brows, looking at her bed. She shushed him with a singular finger as she walked towards her bed, picking up the small card next to the sunflowers.

‘All I need is ten minutes, please’ she knew his messy handwriting anywhere, he hadn’t ever grown out of it. So she picked up the sunflowers, opened her closet and pulled out one of the vases she’d made in her pottery elective and placed them inside before grabbing the water bottle from her bag and pouring the water inside, following it with the water from the nearly full bottle on her desk.

He watched as she moved in silence, placing the vase on top of her dresser which sat adjacent to her window. Then she took off her shoes, followed by her socks and placed her shoes on the shoe rack in her closet and her socks in her dirty clothes hamper. Once she finished doing that she sat on her bed-holding the Octopus again while glancing at him.

“I know they’re your favorite-cause they uh-they have three hearts.” she nodded her head at him, her expression unreadable while she stared at him. It was something she’d gotten good at, yes she had a temper, and yes she wore her heart on her sleeve most of the time, however when it came to moments like these, she knew how to keep herself composed and almost looking numb to the world around her.

Internally Y/n was screaming, she wanted to start throwing things at Eddie the second she saw him, she wanted to trash the flowers, she wanted to burn the card and tell him to get the hell out, she wanted to do a lot of things, but after a week of crying herself to sleep in an almost heartbroken manner, she figured she’d listen to whatever the hell he had to say-especially if her younger brothers were in on it.

“Are you not gonna say anything-no-okay that’s totally fine-uh I just uh I came to apologize. Which I know is super late and super overdue and probably doesn’t mean shit to you anymore, especially because I kind of forgot why you hated me, then everyone kind of told me-why? I don’t even know because you hate me-and I deserve to be hated for what I did cause shit I was a dickhead-but I just I need you to know-that I-that I lo-no sorry that’s not it. Uh that I’m sorry.”

She furrowed her brows, blinking a few times, tilting her head in a confused manner.

“I’m not really good at this kind of thing y’know, I’m kind of a coward, I don’t really like confrontation-it's’ all an act-and I know that you know that it’s all an act because you see right through my shit which is why it’s always been so hard to get close to you because jesus you see through everyone's shit and yea I knew you weren’t as happy go lucky and positive as you wanted people to think you were, but you have these walls up and they're like a russian gulag’s walls-they’re like impenetrable and shit I’m the reason they’re even there in the first place because nine year old me was such a little prick”

Y/n stiffled a laugh at that, nodding her head slightly, he was rambling, it was clear he was nervous, and somehow she found it comforting. She found him comforting-even if he was the cause for her heartbreak-and for her anger. He was also the cure.

“I’m just so sorry I said that shit about you, I’ve never in my life thought you were ugly-jesus christ I was so in love with you as a kid but I could never even tell you because I was a coward, and then they made that stupid bet to me and I was like ‘sweet heres a way to get the girl and also get some money’ cause y’know when you’re a kid you’re stupid and concerned with forty dollars-but I mean I deal pot so I guess i’m still concerned with forty dollars.”

He took a pause, running his hands through his messy curly hair, while also fanning himself “jesus is it hot in here or is that just me? Do you mind if i just-” with that he took off his denim vest and leather jacket, leaving him in his hellfire shirt. “-I was wrong to call you ugly and to say all that mean ass shit because I was freaking out and I was already hurting and I was so afraid to tell you in that moment that I really liked you and I thought you’d reject the hell out of me-even though it makes no sense thinking back on that-so I just said whatever I thought would make you hate me, and clearly it worked because we’re both twenty and you still hate me” he placed his hands on his hips for a second, avoiding making eye contact while he looked up at the roof.

“Then you showed up to my uncle’s trailer, and you had those gummy bears, and I knew it took you a while to get there, and I was just doing so fucking shitty, I was so hurt over my mom and I had like no real friends left because you were probably the best friend I had as a kid, and I felt so fucking miserable so I just projected it all onto you and I should’ve never done that because it was mean and it was stupid and I’m so-so-so sorry that I made you feel less than, or that I made you question your beauty because listen to me Y/n-you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out”

He now looked down, holding eye contact with her, and he couldn’t stop the words from coming out “and jesus christ I did everything to get a reaction out of you after that because it was the only way you’d actually talk to me, and i knew I annoyed the shit out of you, but then you’d respond and you’d say the bitchiest shit and I’d be there feeling like I wanted to go home and think about you, and your attitude, and the way you knit your brows together and how pretty you look when you’re about to cuss someone out, and i felt like i was gonna kick my feet back and forth and twirl my fucking hair or something”

“I’m so sorry for making you feel the way I did, I’m so sorry that I never apologized to you and that I gave up on trying, because jesus christ y/n I’m so in love with you that it fucking hurts. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids and I was such a little asshole”

Her eyes widened at that, jaw dropping at his confession as everything processed, she didn’t even realize she was standing and walking towards him until she was a few inches from him.

“Say it again Eddie” he blinked a few times, his breath hitched at her closeness to him “please Eddie I need you to say it again” he swallowed hard, eyes wide, and as she stared at him all she could see were emotions running wild in his eyes.

“I’m in love with you” that’s all it took for Y/n to place her hands on the sides of his face and pull him in, their lips clashing together at first, then molding together like the perfect match, one of her hands moved to the back of his neck-holding him against her as his hands found their place on her jaw-thumb lightly caressing the skin of her face as his other hand sat against her waist.

She poured all of her emotions into the kiss, the anger, the annoyance, the hatred, and most importantly the love she’d always had for him.

It was difficult for Y/n to navigate her feelings towards Eddie Munson, she’d gone most of her life equating the heartbreak she’d experienced to hatred, and as they got older she did her best to keep the anger from fourth grade, but eventually that anger and hatred turned into love. An emotion she could never really identify or process, she loved Eddie Munson. Not because he broke her heart as a child-no she loved Eddie Munson because even if he did break her heart, he was always around, he never truly left her alone, he was always somehow wedging himself into her life even when she tried to push him out.

Over the past week any time she thought through her relationship with Eddie she realized two things.

One- she valued his opinion of her above everyone else's, it was the same reason that throughout middle school she found herself looking in the mirror wondering what he would think of her hair, or her clothes, or her music taste. It was also the reason that in high school she dumped her ex boyfriend because of Eddie’s sly comments about the fact that she could do better-and he was right. She wanted to be the pretty popular girl that everyone wanted, most importantly she wanted to prove her 9 year old self, and his 9 year old self wrong-she was pretty, and she would use that to her advantage. so she settled for someone who would help that happen-and in the end she broke up with him because he was a self absorbed douchebag.

Hell, it was the entire reason that she kept painting and sculpting, everyone told her that it was a waste of time, but Eddie always complimented her work, even when she wasn’t looking or around, he’d write little notes about the in progress pieces, and he’d tape them to the back of the canvases, or he’d tape them to the base of the sculptures. She knew it was him, she even told him to ‘fuck off with the fake compliments’ once, to which he responded with ‘alas the only thing fake is your hate for me’.

The second thing she realized was that he was one of the most constant factors in her life, it wasn’t because Eddie was from the same shitty town she was, or because he was her self proclaimed arch nemesis, or even because they ended up being polar opposites in high school. No, he was a constant factor in her life because behind all of those sly comments and petty arguments he was always there when she needed someone around.

He always knew when to show up, it was odd, but whenever she needed someone around-there he was, making a sly comment about her friend group as she sat alone in the library, or he’d lean against the locker next to hers, complimenting her ‘cute little cheerleader outfit’, to follow it up with ‘didn’t know you were into halloween that much’. He was never truly malicious, and yet she was, but he still stuck around because deep down the both of them knew that they’d always find their way back to one another.

As enemies or as lovers, they were fine with either, but now, now Y/n Sinclair knew she was in love with Eddie Munson, and she was tired of denying that.

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h4rring1on · 2 years

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Hey! Can u write a oneshot where Eddie js had a fight and is all like bruised and cut up and stuff and the reader is cleaning his wounds in the bathroom and the reader is giving Eddie the silent treatment because she’s upset he got into a fight again. Eddie tries to assure her that he’s okay and they end up kissing. I love your writing so I really hope you write this and sorry it’s so chaotic lol.

𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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fight. it’s all eddie does. whether it’s at school, at a party, or even just in the middle of the street. he knows how you feel about it. and it’s that you completely dislike them. eddie always ends up getting hurt, and it’s just builds more onto his already bad reputation.

eddie’s tried to refrain, but it’s always the ones he hates the most that have to come mess with him. especially jason, eddie despises him with all his being. jason felt the same, which is why at least once a week you have to find the two of them fighting literally anywhere they see each other.

this fight was brutal today. you were always there to stop it in time before someone got seriously hurt. but you weren’t even in the building, you were outside talking to chrissy, (which is ironic considering both your boyfriends hate each other) until someone finally ran out and alerted the two of you about the situation.

you both ran to see everyone crowding around them, you finally stopped them, and now you were left with a bruised and bleeding eddie that was needed to be taken care of.

you were in the bathroom, sitting on the counter so you could reach his face, silently cleaning up his cuts as he stared into your eyes.

“what were you and chrissy talking about” he asked, trying to make conversation but you didn’t answer, “did you tell her you’re thinking about trying out for cheer?”

you paid absolutely no attention to what he was saying, stitching up his cut

“come on, baby” he said, his voice raspy, “need to hear your voice to feel better”

you stopped and glared at him for a moment before going back to whatever it is you were doing, he sighed

“i know what you’re thinking, alright? i messed up—“

“damn right you messed up” you snapped

“i know—i know, okay? i’m sorry, i know i said i’ll stop…i know it makes you upset i’m sorry—“ he said and you kept quiet, he gently grabbed your face, “i promise i’m okay. i promise you, sweetheart i’m okay, don’t worry.”

you sighed as you looked at him with sadness in your eyes, “i’m sorry, i’ll make it up to you, okay? i love you. i’m okay.” he said, “im okay” he whispered as you two leaned in and shared a kiss.

he hugged you, rubbing your back in comfort, you let go of him and looked into his eyes

“promise?” you said

“promise” he said, gently holding your hand, “how can i not be when i can finally hear your sweet voice again? i’m practically healed!”

you let out a giggle and hugged him again, eddie might not listen sometimes. and he might make you upset. but nothing in this world will ever make you stop loving him

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eddiesblklvr · 2 years

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YALL EDDIE MFN ASS AINT DEAD 🙄🙄 AND YALL CANT TELL ME SHIT ELSE CUZ WHAT

LIL ASS WOUNDS HE COULDA WRAPPED EM UP LIKE STEVE GET AWAY FROM ME

#i’m mad asf #that damn vampire theory better be true #he better come back like bella did in twilight tf 😒#eddie munson #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader

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bellsbear · 2 years

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she's stolen my heart

eddie munson x female sinclair reader

synopsis: after you're little run-in with Eddie you start to overthink it all, but you both just need to figure it out and communicate.

contents: fluff, some angst, eddie being a corny mess, cussing, mutual pining word count: 1.0k

series masterlist chapter 1

a/n: here's chapter 2 for yall! I rewrote it like 3 times because I didn't know what to do lol. I still don't know how many chapters there will end up being, but I'm looking forward to giving you all a proper story. also, excuse the cheesiness, it's kinda cute.

for some reason, my text keeps glitching so I really hope the beginning makes sense when yall read it :(

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There was no way that had just happened. No way you had been so bold to do what you had done. Your mind was running wild, regret beginning to set it until your thoughts are interrupted.

“Y/n, why are you standing in the parking lot looking like a fool?” You’d recognize the voice of that little rascal anywhere. Erica.

You quickly collect yourself before turning to face her and reply, “You keep talking to me like that and you won’t have a ride home.”

“You keep talking to ME like that and I’ll tell mom.” You knew Erica would revert to childish tactics if it meant she’d get her way. Additionally, you did not have time for your mother's lectures about how you need to be nicer to your sister, as if she ever showed you an inkling of respect, so you surrendered.

“Whatever, I gotta take you home or mom’ll have both our asses.” Erica sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes, then walks away to get her bike to stuff in the back of your car, which is always a challenge.

You sigh as you walk over to your car. Suddenly an arm drapes over your shoulders. “There you are, though you ran out on me angel.” You look up to see Eddie and a winded Dustin running up behind him. “Hey Y/n.”

You giggle, “Hey Dusty. Eddie what did you do to the poor boy?”

“Henderson? Oh he’ll be fine. He’s battled all sorts of monsters. But anyway let’s talk about that little stunt you pulled back in the club room,” He says with a smile. Dustin rolls his eyes before walking over to Eddie’s van.

You decide to tease him a bit, instead of facing the repercussions of your actions, “Eddie, what are you talking about? I only asked you where I could find my sister.”

“You know that’s not what I mean princess, I’m talking about,” he pulled you closer to his side, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “when you called me handsome and then kissed me.”

Feeling dizzy, you scream-whispered back to him, “I didn’t kiss you! On the mouth I mean, but you can’t go around saying that or people will get the wrong idea.”

Eddie starts to move his arm off of your body, “Oh, you mean like people finding out that you kissed the school freak?” He pouts and looks down at the ground, kicking rocks. He knew it was too good to be true. Maybe it had been a dare or maybe you were just having some fun, it didn’t really matter which it was, it only really stung because it was you.

Grabbing his hands and holding them tight you respond, “No! Nothing like that Eds. Just… you know how people here are. I just don’t want them in my business and messing with you because of me.” You look down at your now intertwined hands, thinking you must’ve ruined it. You start to pull away, but suddenly he grabs your hands tightly so you won’t let go.

“You don’t want people here to mess with me because of… you? Now sweetheart, I’m no genius, but that doesn’t make the slightest bit of sense.” He takes your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, lifting your face to look into your eyes. “N/n these idiots say stupid shit about me everyday. Plus you don’t need to protect me, if anything I would think you’d be ashamed to be seen with me… considering your social status.”

“No, never Eddie. All this high school hierarchy is bullshit anyway. None of it matters as long as…” You pause and place your hand on his cheek, “As long as you care for me the way I care for you.”

Eddie smiles. The biggest smile you think you’ve ever seen on his face. “How could I not when you’re so perfect angel.” He leans in closer to you, eyes flickering to your lips and he wets his own. Your eyes flutter to close then-

“Get a room you freaks!”

You open your eyes and turn to face your little sister, “Erica, I swear to god when we get home.”

“Wrap it up, I got things to do.”

Erica walks to the back of your car, bike in tow waiting for you to come and help her. You look back into Eddie’s eyes, an apologetic look on your face. “Sorry about her. I uh- I gotta go now but…” Eddie cuts you off before you can continue, “I know it’s spring break but would you wanna hang with me sometime. Besides band practice, I don’t have much of anything to do and I would really, really like to properly get to know you.” You both smile.

“I’d really like that, Munson. A lot.”

“I really like you, Sinclair. A lot.”

“You’re so cheesy Eds. Come help me with this bike, will you?” He nods his head and follows you to the car. With Erica’s permission, he takes her bike and manages to get it in faster than the two of you would’ve been able to. Erica gets into the passenger seat and you close the trunk. “Thanks for the help. So how about you pick me up tomorrow at 2?”

“Oh, tomorrow. Yeah no totally, yeah that works. 2 is good- great, it’s great and-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his, your hands in his hair. He quickly catches on and places his hands on your waist, kissing you back.

When you finally part, you rest your foreheads together. Eddie breaks the silence “Are you sure I’m not in heaven?”

You laugh, “I’m sure pretty boy. Goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, you climb into the car and leave him with his thoughts, until Dustin interrupts, again. “Hey Eddie, I know you’re having a moment or whatever but you’re standing in the middle of the parking lot like an idiot.”

“I think she just stole my heart.”

“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic, can we go.”

Eddie walks over to the van and settles himself in the driver's seat, “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood Henderson, so lucky.”

a/n: woop woop! hoping this chapter isn't terrible either cause I'm second-guessing it, but this is what I got for ya! imma start writing chapter 3 soon and maybe get it out by the end of the week, or maybe on my birthday, june 23rd, if I'm feeling up to it! update: nvm🧍🏽‍♀️ i got real busy as soon as the week started lol.

edit: tumblr and i have beef because they stay messing up my posts, it should be fixed now!

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late night drive !!

or in which eddie’s mind is racing and he decides you don’t get to sleep.

no y/n. masterlist. warnings, drug use, cursing, sexual implications(?). pairings, eddie munson x black!reader. not proofread. veeeery self indulgent.

trailer full of drugs, bedroom reeks of weed and eddie had a mind to light one up again in order to be away with this dreadful feeling of being solemn. alone. it’s nights like these that hit him the most, drowning his sorrows in pain numbing substances. waiting for the sun to open its big mouth and awake everyone with the harsh reality of another haunted day in hawkins. luckily for him it was the weekend and he was able to stay up as much as he wanted to without worrying about catching sleep in the most dreaded class in his reality.

history.

it’s not like he can’t help it. it’s genuinely the only class he can’t seem to get his head wrapped around. it bores him out of his mind, it’s not stimulating or engaging. it doesn’t offer a challenge of him straining to use his brain. if he was more mentally challenged, it would have been a breeze. like D&D. the only reason he ever has the mind to show up is because he can stare at the back of ____’s head. or make her laugh by any means necessary.

she made it the most interesting class he’s ever been in. always raising her hand to answer a question that’s been asked, always handing in her homework as soon as it’s asked for; even going as far as to give eddie the notes he might’ve missed when she doesn’t catch him in class. that’s another thing, she always notices him even if he tries to keep a low profile.

eyes always somehow catching his when he’s staring at her. it’s like she senses it, her intuition immediately telling her that someone’s eyes are on her and it amazes eddie every time. it’s hard not to be infatuated with her overall existence. with the way he’s always drawn to her, he’d think it was a magnetic force field pulling him in and no form of restraint found. from a bystander’s perspective, you’d think he was some freak who couldn’t keep his eyes to himself. but what a lot of people don’t know is that ____ and eddie have always played this game.

and in class, it was no different.

he couldn’t get her out of his mind half of the time. partially losing sleep the first time he met her. he’d never forget it, either. smooth, dark skin just shining back at him. he got a whiff of her as she passed by him once when class was starting and she had just walked in. since then he couldn’t get the smell out of his senses. he couldn’t quite place the smell, but he knew it was buttery.

how could anyone be interested in a guy like him, anyway? yeah, he had his days where he seemed like he was on top of the world, but he didn’t want anyone seeing the dark side of what his thoughts could go to. how much he resents the fact that anyone and everyone sees him as a freak, safe for his friends and the entirety of hellfire. the entire town branded him as such and it didn’t make it any better knowing what the townsfolk thought of people who lived in the trailer park.

it was dehumanising. it felt like he wasn’t a person with feelings at all. the stares he would get when he’s just minding his business, the mutterings and whispers of his presence ruining his mood before he can even declare it made it even worse. he just wanted to exist without being scrutinised for his very existence. if you’re different, you’re some sort of anomaly these people don’t understand. and it hurt him to the core that he just couldn’t be himself.

then he had the pressure of graduating. if he was going to be a senior for a fourth time, it wasn’t going to be pretty. and having that on your record just didn’t bode well with him. dealing with the some copies of popular people for another year, or another round of those pesky teachers that never had his best interest at heart. he needed out, but how?

eddie let out a long sigh, knowing that his thoughts weren’t going to let him have any grace of sleep tonight even if he tried. not even a blunt could help his predicament. with that being said, he hopped up from his mattress, and proceeded to throw on his favourite pair of jeans, a muscle tee with metallica written across it in white bold letters and his beat up converse. his uncle wasn’t home, so he was not too worried about him hearing his nightly escapades.

his keys in hand, he headed out with a freshly rolled blunt in between his ear. eddie had no idea where he was headed, but he knew he had to get behind the wheel. his van was roared to life with the switch of his key in the ignition, his calloused hand rubbing against the dashboard with his teeth in between his lips. “you’re always good to me, baby.” he whispered as he backed the van out of the makeshift driveway and sped off, the squeaky sound sure to have woken up some of his neighbours in the trailer park.

his van made backfire sounds every so often as he drove around the empty streets of Hawkins, Indiana. he was never so used to seeing it vacant every time he drove at this hour, but loved it all the same when he was meant with it. eddie never liked Hawkins during the day; as though the town had something to hide and the sun shunned it into the shadows.

at night, Hawkins was a different story. like everything it hides comes out to play without any repercussions. eddie was one with Hawkins at night and he oh so wished it would stay that way without it adhering to society’s standards, but how was he supposed to change that if no one listened to him? these were the kinds of things he had in his mind at the moment. his hands on the wheel taking him every which way, he hadn’t realised that he ended up in front of ____’s house, having no idea why he found himself here, just that his hands had a mind of their own and now here he was.

his van backfired again before it came to a slow stop, his beady, brown eyes staring up at the house in wonder. he never really talked to her, but knew where she lived, having done a drug deal once when a party was being thrown the weekend her parents were out of town…and because he dropped off lucas once or twice (okay, five times but who’s counting) after hellfire and he didn’t want the lot of them walking home so late.

he caught a glimpse of her almost every time he dropped him off, her opening the door in some shorts and a tank (no bra, either, he took note she rarely wore those), hair messy but beautiful all the same. or that one time he drove past just as she was taking out the garbage with a frown on her face. he thought it was cute and kept that memory imprinted in his mind. eddie sat there in front of her house, van still running, eyes on a window he hoped that was hers and decided on the one thing he knows he shouldn’t do.

turning off the van for a moment and leaving the keys in the ignition, he quickly exited the drivers seat, squandering for a couple pebbles, hoping to god no one would notice the mess he’s made, but also hoping they’ll think it was a raccoon or something that messed up the area. he ran towards the window, heart beating a mile a minute and prayed to whatever up above that he got this right. if not, he was in for some serious trouble; possibly with the cops.

eddie tossed the first pebble to the window he was standing underneath, fingers on his lips tenderly as he waited a few moments. his eyes scanned the area hoping no one was lingering by and fortunately, no one was as he tossed another to the window, making a louder sound than before. he balled his hand up in a fist as the sound echoed through the neighbourhood. fuck, that was loud, he thought before saying fuck it under his breath and tossing another one. it took him four more times before a light went on in the bedroom and his heart rate picked up even more speed than before.

he saw movement behind the white curtain before it revealed the very person he’s been wanting to get his eyes on since he left his trailer. a small smile appeared on his lips as the window was lifted open, a scowl on ____’s face and bonnet in disarray. “munson? what the fuck are you doing here?” her voice was soft, but raspy from sleep. she could barely get it out as she kept herself steady on the window seal. her skin glowed from the moonlight shining directly into her window. she was illuminated so astonishingly that his breath was almost taken away.

“hey…sorry to wake you.” he stared at her, taking her in in all her sleepy glory. “yeah, i’m sure you’re sorry,” she said, scowl growing deeper. “i am. i just – i just need to talk to you for a minute, come down.” he couldn’t stand whispering because he wasn’t all too sure she would hear him clearly. god, he could stare at her all night if wasn’t for their current predicament. “about fucking what?”

“just come down, please,” he pleaded, his tongue wetting his lips as he gestured her down with his hand. he could tell she was contemplating, her stare boring into him as she breathed heavily out through her nose. before he knew it, she was away from the window and the sound of the lock from her front door disengaging was music to his ears. he rushed to the door but not before being greeted by her hand telling him to come to a stop before he made it over the first step. “stay there.”

“as you wish.”

“now, what the fuck do you want? you woke me up at three am close to four,” she whispered from behind the door that was open just a crack. it was enough to see her and it was enough for eddie to get a glimpse of what she was wearing to sleep, which consisted of her shorts he always saw her in and, you guessed it, a tank top, but this one was a baby pink. she seemed to have removed her bonnet in the process of coming downstairs because he saw strands of her silk pressed hair coming out from the wrap she made to secure it in the bonnet.

it flowed down like a river around her, again shining in the light that overcasted the house. it seemed light followed her everywhere eddie noted. and he wasn’t mad at it one bit. “i uhm,” he began, but the breath got caught in his throat as he continued to stare at her. it went on like this for about a minute before she huffed. “you’re my brothers friend, right? you’re always dropping him off so i can assume that. did you need him? id call it pretty creepy that you would at 3:45am.”

he sputtered to reply, shaking his head vigorously in the process, “no!” he yelled, ____ shushing him before he kicked his lips reply again, “no, oh my god. no. i was just uh, i’m sorry i was driving and i ended up here without realising,” he finished, beginning to walk backwards at the realisation of how crazy this all was. what could he possibly be doing there and why did he end up there in the first place?

what drove him to this house specifically, he had no idea. he was just on a nightly drive, he thought a drive that isn’t supposed to lead him anywhere but to clear his head. to tire him out, and now he woke up someone up over his own pettiness and his need to not be alone for one minute. it was selfish, he thought and he couldn’t wrap his head around how upset ____ must be at the intrusion. “i’m sorry, i – i’ll leave you be. i didn’t mean to wake you.”

“wait,” soft, he heard. it was barely there, but he still heard it. he did a 180 as soon as he heard it, though. a hope gleaming in his chest at her hesitation. “can’t sleep, i presume?” he nodded his head at that, unable to reply. she sighed once more, eyeing him before walking back into her house, leaving the door ajar. he stood there, fiddling with his hands for a bit before she reappeared. jacket on, slippers on and hair cascading down pass her shoulders and landing at her elbows. the moonlight shown over it, glimmering beneath it as the light bounced off it like waves.

eddie swore he couldn’t breathe as she stopped in front of him. his eyes were wide and she had a glazed over look in her eye that had him going around in a twist. “if there’s one thing i want to do in a time like this, it’s to be with nature. so you’re driving us both to the lake,” she demanded and eddie all but moved out of her way and gestured her towards his van that sat there awaiting life within it. ____ walked with a flare that only she could carry and eddie followed behind her like a lap dog. it suddenly occurred to him that he should open the door for her so he did just that, ____ surprised but managed to not show it as she hopped into the passengers side.

key still in the ignition, he brought the van back to life and drove off, but not before another backfire erupting and echoing throughout the neighbourhood.

it was quiet the entire time there, no music playing so the silken rang through the entire van. it wasn’t uncomfortable, but ____ caught herself trying to start conversation but came up short. it was like it was best to not say anything anyway. eddie felt differently, though. he kinda liked the fact that they could both sit in silence and not have to worry about thinking of what to say next. and his brain was quiet for the time being, basking the fact that he didn’t have a million thoughts speaking at once. it’s like she quieted those for him, without even realising.

eddie kept glancing her at, though, hoping she wouldn’t notice (she did, but said nothing of it). he had goosebumps all over his arms and he was chalking it up to the cool breeze that ran through the van. he tapped his fingers along the the steering wheel to a beat in his head and ____’s eyes were firmly planted on them as he did so taking a breath then adverting her eyes out of passenger window. he arrived at the lake, stopping firmly a few feet before the water. he put the van in reverse before turning it around to have the back doors facing the lake altogether.

“we can sit in the back, if you’d like.”

“yeah that’ll be best.”

they both made their way towards the back, eddie opening the door and her hopping up to sit on the edge, feet dangling just a few inches from the ground. eddie copied her movements, careful not to sit too close. the silence rang on, the water splashing against the rocks every so often. it was beginning to drive eddie insane until she spoke up. “so what’s the deal with hellfire anyway? are you guys actually a devil worshiping cult or can i be at ease knowing my brother is a just a nerd?”

“we’re not devil worshi- we’re not nerds, it’s a game called dungeons and dragons and it’s highly sophisticated.”

“a…sophisticated game for nerds.”

“we go off based on logical thinking and strategy for the best result.”

“so nerd shit.”

“yeah, whatever,” he pretended as if he was annoyed, but the small smirk gave it away just as quickly. he kind of liked the banter you guys had going on. it gave him ease, a sense of normalcy from the typical normal he had to unfortunately endure. eddie had his eyes on her for a moment before turning them back to the lake to take in the scenery. it was just as beautiful as the girl sitting beside him, but he wasn’t going to be labeled a freak just yet for staring at her longer than he needed to. at least that’s what he told himself.

____’s legs grew numb and she proceeded to move back into the van, laying across the carpeted floor, hair splayed around her and eyes on the ceiling. “do you spend your time here a lot?” she quietly asked, eddie turning around to meet her face. he eyed her for a moment before answering, “uh, nah. not all the time, at least. when my uncles home, i’m there, but when he’s not…well i guess you can paint that picture for yourself.”

“no, i can’t. explain to me like i’m a child.” he chuckled at that, moving to lay next her. he had just remembered that the pre rolled blunt was between his ears as it fell out from him lying down. he picked it up and waved it in her face. “sure,” she agreed quietly, eddie making quick work to light it up. he took a long drag before handing it to her, blowing the smoke out from his lips and watching it exit slowly from the van and into the night sky. “i don’t really like being home alone.”

she took a pull, urging him to continue with the kick of her foot gently against his calve. “my uncle works nights sometimes at the plant and nights like this i can’t really seem to shut my mind off, you know.” she handed it back to him which he then took a pull from again.

“i don’t, but i can imagine it’s tough,” she turned her head to him as she spoke, watching him exhale, his lips growing red. he felt her eyes on him and he stiffed up. “this is the most tame i’ve ever seen you, so somethings really up.”

“and it’s not my dick, that’s for sure,” he joked with a chuckle.

“ahh, there he is.”

“you’ve been watching me, sinclair?”

“only because you make it hard not to. your declarations during lunch are the absolute most…but i also see you eyeing me in class as if i’m your mortal enemy.”

“wait, you see that?! fuck, i gotta be more subtle. and what do you mean mortal enemy?”

____ sighed, snatching the blunt from his fingers and taking a drag before answering him. “you literally mean mug me, munson. i don’t know if you noticed, but your facial expressions aren’t exactly subtle. it’s like i broke your favourite toy.” you sound…hurt almost. but it was fleeting because you could be hurt by no one. that’s what eddie thought of you and it was just his mind playing tricks on him to make this entire ordeal seem true at all. you blew the smoke out, careful not to hit his face with it but in the back of her mind it felt like he truly wouldn’t mind it. maybe her head is playing tricks on her too. he took the blunt back, taking a drag.

“i don’t mean to, babe. i can’t control what my face shows sometimes.” she was going to pretend her heart didn’t flutter at the pet name, but she wasn’t going to pretend what that statement sounded like and she knew, but didn’t say anything. she leaned on her elbow, gazing down at him and there it was again, the moon shining its precious light over her as if she willed it and eddie couldn’t get enough. her dark skin catching the light every where it seemed to go was mesmerising for him and he never wanted to forget the image.

“what’s going on in that bushy head of yours that’s keeping you up so late?” her voice was like velvet when she asked him that. low and comforting, like she actually wanted to hear what was bothering him and it made him warm, almost as if he was going to cry. her brown eyes were firmly on him, sleepy but full of life. she reached out and caressed his cheek, he immediately melting into the touch. he shook his head, unable to take his eyes off her.

licking his lips he prepared to speak, “the world’s so cruel. sometimes i feel like i can take it on, you know grab it by the balls and wield it to be my bitch, but sometimes it feels like it’s grabbing me by the balls.” ____ tried to stifle her laughter at his statement, keeping the moment serious and he noticed. he kind of appreciated the fact that he could make her laugh.

“don’t i know it,” she softly said before continuing, “the world is always going to be cruel, i think the most important take away is that you don’t let it dictate your perspective.

“you can have the greatest life if you decide that’s how it’s going to be. bad days come, but that’s just what they are, days. not months, not years, not decades; days. and from that you know it’s not going to last.” eddie hung on to every word, soaking it in like a fibre cloth taking every bit of liquid on a spilled counter. she was right, he agreed to himself, but it was challenging to think such a way. at the end, though, he knew it was going to get better.

“it’s going to get better, right?” he needed reassurance, she realised.

“of course, baby.” and it seemed the blunt was forgotten when he leaned up and planted a desperate kiss to her full lips. she was shocked for a millisecond before kissing back, eyes fluttering closed, hand still pressed firmly against his cheek. he lifted himself up and down she went as he hovered over her, legs on either side of her hips. the kiss seemed to last forever before they both broke apart, ____ chasing after his lips but letting herself lay back on the carpet staring at him with blown eyes and pulsating lips.

his eyes roamed her face, taking in every bit of her smooth skin. he wanted nothing more than to kiss her again, but felt like the first one was so sudden she had no choice but to kiss back to make him feel better. “i’m sorry, i–” he stuttered. “it’s okay. if it’s any reconciliation, i liked it.” he almost didn’t hear it, her voice soft once again. he truly wanted nothing more than to take her right there, but she barely knew him, what kind of guy would do that?

“please do it again, eddie.”

“hey, you used my first name,” he said, surprised.

“after that kiss, i have no choice but to be on a first name basis with you.” he laughed at that, and it was a real laugh not the sly ones he’s been doing since this night started. his heart could burst out his chest right now at her honesty. he actually felt like he belonged here, in this moment, forever. her soft hands reached up to cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing the skin that reddened over time, either due to the breeze or the kiss they just shared.

“what made you come with me tonight?” he was curious and it just occurred to him how crazy this night seemed. no one in their right mind would follow him into the night especially if they were just rudely awoken from sleep. “you look like you needed someone even if you were being goofy and trying to play it off.”

“you didn’t ha-”

“i know, but i wanted to. and if i was in your shoes i’d want someone to do the same to me.”

“jesus christ, you sinclairs are something.”

she giggled at that before shaking her head matter of factly, “no…i think it’s just me.” he leaned down to kiss her again, but this time longer. and they spent the rest of the night like that, enveloped in each other, making out as the sun rose.

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