Werewolf Children
Pairing: Eddie Munson x You
Summary: The first time Eddie spent the night with Evil Woman, it was kind of an accident…
Contains: Lunar insomnia, mentions of supernatural creatures... is napping together a love language?
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"Another rough one, Werewolf Child?"
You grumble into your cereal as your mom enters the kitchen and pours herself a cup of coffee.
"Last night should've been the worst of it, maybe you'll get some sleep tonight."
"A girl can dream… or maybe she can't," you giggle. You're in the 'I'm Funny' stage of sleep deprivation now. School should be fun.
You've had trouble sleeping during the full moon - and sometimes, a few days before - since you could remember. When you were little, you used to escape your crib and explore your room. Now, you mostly listen to music on your headphones or lie there and overthink. Your eyes are usually too tired to read by the time the moon is actually full.
But as your mother said, last night should've been the worst of it. You were looking forward to going to bed tonight… you just have to get through a full day of school first.
Eddie was a little late picking you up. He greeted you with a wave and a yawn when you slid into the passenger seat of his van.
"Werewolf problems?" you asked as he backed out of the driveway.
"Huh?"
"Is the full moon keeping you awake?"
"Is it a full moon?"
"…yes."
"Maybe? Is that a thing?"
"Yeah. They call it lunar insomnia. Mom calls it lycanthropy. Says I'm a Werewolf Child."
"I always thought of you as more of a vampire," he smirks, looking over at you with half-lidded eyes.
"Either way, I'm gonna bite you if you don't keep your eyes on the damn road."
"Don't threaten me with a good time," he mumbles, looking forward and taking a swig of his Mello Yello.
Despite his lateness, you still have a few minutes to loiter in the parking lot before you have to go inside the fluorescent halls of Hawkins High.
You stand in a circle with the other Hellfire members who have gathered there at Eddie's usual parking spot, vaguely aware that they're discussing something nerdy that happened on TV last night. You're too tired to care. Eddie places his hands on your hips and moves you a few steps to the side, then pulls you back against him, sandwiching himself between you and the van. He rests his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your middle. You lean your head against his and place your hands over his, feeling your eyes grow heavier…
And then the fucking bell rings, making you both jump. The jolt gives you enough energy to get to your first class, but you feel yourself fading again as soon as you sit down. You're used to this; you can make it. Or at least fake it. Eddie is not so skilled in the art of functioning on very little sleep.
He props his elbows on the table and puts his head in his hands. You look at the clock, then at his bloodshot eyes. You suspect he hasn't blinked since the first bell rang.
"Go to sleep, I'll wake you up when the announcements are over."
"Can't sleep here. Not around these fuckers," he grumbles.
"Nobody's gonna fuck with you while I'm here. Go ahead, you've got," you look at the clock again, "13 minutes."
He scoots closer to you, crosses his arms on top of the table, and drops his head into them. His hair covers his face. You lean your elbow on the table and prop up your head, looking down at him. Your free hand instinctively disappears into Eddie's hair and begins lightly scratching his scalp. He moans and scoots closer, and you watch him with a smile as you ignore the drone of the morning announcements.
"Alright, lovebirds, it's time for learning!"
You heave a sigh at the teacher's teasing and extract your hand from Eddie's hair, giving him a light double-tap on the back as a sign to get up. He pulls himself upright and stares ahead, eyes unfocused.
Somehow, you made it through 'til lunch. You sat at the designated freak table and watched Eddie walk into four different people on his way to you. He looks like a zombie.
You don't even let him sit. "Come on," you order, standing up and turning him around and pushing him toward the door. He doesn't even have the strength to argue. When you exit the cafeteria doors, you head toward the van.
"Is this a lunch time quickie?" he asks, a little perkier.
"It's a 20 minute nap, dweeb."
"That works," he yawns, "too."
He opens the van's back door, shoves some junk (sorry, "necessary band equipment") out of the way, and waits for you to crawl in. You lie on your back with a balled up sweatshirt for a pillow. Eddie claims his favorite pillow: you. With his head on your chest, you reach up to set the alarm on your watch.
"Alright Munson, we have 21 minutes to sleep, then 3 minutes to cram food in our faces on our way back to class."
"Kay," he mumbles into your chest. In less than a minute, he's snoring lightly. You allow yourself to close your eyes for a few seconds too... well, it felt like seconds. The beeping of your watch jolted you awake.
"Nooo," he whines, nuzzling closer.
"Come on, two more classes, then we're free." You'd love nothing more than to just go back to sleep, but you have a quiz next period, and Eddie doesn't need to be missing any classes either. "Move it, Munson." He gets up with a grumble, and you both wolf down a sandwich and chug a can of pop on your way back inside.
You part ways with a "see you at three" and wait for the caffeine to kick in. Two more classes. You can do this.
Somehow, you did. You might have even gotten a decent grade on that quiz. But Eddie's so dead when he stumbles over to his locker, you're amazed he's still standing.
"Keys."
"Hm?"
"Give me your keys. Zombies don't drive."
"You sure you can handle her?"
"She'll behave for me, if she knows what's good for her." You smirk at each other, he shoves a few things into his locker, and you return to the parking lot.
"You guys okay?" your brother asks, already there waiting.
"We're fine."
"You sure? I can drive if you want."
"No!" you both shout. He holds up his hands in defeat and gets in the back with a grumble.
You get in, maneuver the massive hunk of metal out of the parking lot and onto the road, and miraculously make it home without incident. Eddie's leaning his face against the window when you park. You reach over and give his leg a tap, and he jumps.
"C'mon," you order. You stuff his keys in his jacket pocket, and he follows you inside.
"If we're not awake by time for Mom to get home, come yell," you instruct your brother, who salutes sarcastically before ducking his head into the fridge to hunt for a snack.
When you get to your room, you grab two pairs of sweats from a drawer and throw one at Eddie. He misses, and bends to pick them up. You're out of your jeans and jackets in seconds. You lose your bra, set the alarm on your watch, crawl into bed, and wait for him to join you. Ignoring your pillow, he settles his head on your chest again. Not that you mind. You pull the covers over him, kiss the top of his head, and let it all fade to black.
When you wake, it takes a moment to realize where you are. The first sleep after the full moon is always the deepest. Once you remember what day it is, and why Eddie's laying on top of you, you stretch a little. You'd been in this same position for hours, and your body was not happy about it.
"Time'sit?" Eddie mumbles into your chest.
You bring up your watch arm and squint at the tiny glowing numbers.
"Shit, it's almost six, Mom'll be home any minute!"
You both fly out of bed and back into your jeans.
"You wanna stay for dinner?" you ask, trying to smooth your hair in the mirror.
"Nah, your mom's probably sick of me, I'm good to drive." He shrugs his jacket back on. "Look okay?"
"Always," you grin, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "Alright, look innocent."
You approach your bedroom door… and find a note taped to the back of it. Hadn't you left it open when you came in?
You two were so cute, I couldn't bear to wake you.
Eddie, I called your uncle and told him you were out cold. If you happen to see this before dawn, you're welcome to stay the rest of the night.
There's meatloaf in the fridge, and a deer carcass from last month's hunt in the freezer if you little monsters are hungry.
Sweet dreams, Werewolf Children.
You look from the note to Eddie… and then at your watch… and then you rush to the window. It's pitch black outside. You chuckle darkly.
"Eddie, it's six o'clock in the fucking morning."
You're both hit by a fit of giggles, and cover your mouths to try and quiet them.
"No wonder I feel so rested," he grins after he's recovered.
"Well… you wanna stay for breakfast?"
"Might as well," he laughs, taking his jacket back off.
Your mother and brother were very relieved to find that the Werewolf Children had chosen pancakes and sausage over the deer carcass.
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