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haunted home |mafia!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: mafia!eddie surprises you by decorating the house. an expansion off of this blurb :)

read the rest of the spooky stories series here!

contains: nothing really lol. fluff. mafia!eddie themes and you can read the rest of the mafia!eddie series here!

“No, no- fuck, Gareth! Are you fuckin’ blind?” Eddie’s voice carried through the doorway in an echo, bouncing off the marble floors, wrapping around you like the cold, autumn air behind the heavy doors.

The dogs jumped around you, tails wagging, whining and excited at your arrival. Three days away, at your parent’s house for the weekend, and the boys had missed you. You had missed them. You missed Eddie too, more than you expected in the short time you were apart.

“Eddie, if you want to fuckin’ do it-”

“-I am fuckin’ doin’ it, and you’re fuckin’ doin’ it wrong!” Eddie’s voice boomed, rattling the crystals of the chandelier.

Your brows furrowed, quiet, muffled steps over the ornate rug in the foyer, following the sound of Eddie’s voice.

“Eddie, I am trying. I’m not a goddamn interior designer-” Gareth huffed.

“-Clearly, you’re not.” Eddie scoffed. “Can you just look at the catalog?”

“Eddie, I am looking at the catalog.” Gareth snapped. “Make Max do it. She’s the chick.”

“Hey,” Max huffed, and you could practically see her snarl.

“She’s not tall enough to reach the ceiling.” Eddie muttered. The cigarette smoke from the room met you before he did, that ashy, pungent smell burning your nostrils.

You turned the corner, Eddie’s hand on his hip, ashing his cigarette. You didn’t like him smoking in the house, the smell lingered and always soured after it settled and made the dogs sneeze. Luckily, the state of your living room distracted you from that.

The grand mantle over the fireplace had been transformed. Fake cobwebs, brooms, ghosts, fake spiders, and large candles that had wax rolling down the wicks, dripping dramatically onto the wood. Lanterns that gave an eerie, orange glow propped onto the side tables, bats hanging in the windows. Even the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace was festive, a small witches hat on the head of the growling bear.

Gareth was on the ladder- the really tall ladder that always made you nervous when the house cleaner would dust the chandelier- glaring down at Eddie. “Couldn’t you just hire someone for this? Fuckin’ stupid- oh, wow.” Gareth’s eyes met yours, rolling his eyes. “There goes your surprise, Eddie. She’s here. Can I get down?”

Eddie’s head turned, wide eyed- caught. “Baby,” Eddie choked, cigarette burning in his hand, ash flitting onto the ground. “You’re-You’re back early. What time is it? I-I thought you said six.”

“I got back early.” You looked at the decor around you. “What, uh… What have you been up to?”

“Shit, it was supposed to be a, uh, a surprise.” Eddie muttered, bumming the cigarette in the tray, free hand running over his bangs.

“Can I get down?” Gareth huffed, slapping the ladder with his hand, making you cringe.

“No,” Eddie growled. “I saw that catalog you brought home the other day. The home one? I know I’ve been busy and shit, and-and we can’t decorate outside but…” Eddie rambled, arms lifting around him.

Max watched you, bright eyes tracking you expertly. Eddie’s teeth clenched, heart lurching at your silence. “If you don’t like it, I can take it down. Fuck, this was stupid. This was stupid, wasn’t it? Goddammit. Gareth, get that shit down from there-”

“-What?” Gareth boomed, eyes bulging from the ladder. “Eddie, what the fuck? We just put this shit up-”

“-So take it down!” Eddie roared, throwing his hands out. The dogs stood at alert, Vecna moving to Eddie’s side, Lucifer sticking to yours.

You didn’t flinch, didn’t cower or shush the dogs. No, your eyes were wide, taking in every single detail. The boxes in the corner, bags from Melvald’s, happy pumpkins with smiling plastic faces that Eddie always snorted at. That you loved. That he had bought just for you.

“Eddie, I am not taking this shit down. Get someone else to do it. Get Jeff or Dustin-” Gareth snarled, climbing down the ladder with heavy stomps.

“-Gareth, I swear to fuckin’ God-”

“-You’re not gonna do shit, Munson! C’mon!” Gareth yelled, the dogs growling under his feet.

“-You wanna bet, Emerson? I’ll shove you off this goddam ladder. Send you through the fuckin’ window if you-”

“-Can both of you shut up?” Max huffed, face scrunching in annoyance at their bickering. Her eyes stayed on you, studying every quirk of your face.

Eddie’s eyes followed her own, to you. His heart sank and raced at the same time. He hadn’t felt like this in years, not even when Billy’s guys had a Ruger in his face. Why was he so nervous? So anxious that he’d displeased you, disappointed you.

“Baby, I can get all this shit down. I just…I thought you wanted it because you dog eared the page, but I shoulda asked you before. I was just wanting to surprise you.” Eddie muttered.

Max watched you, Gareth’s face snarling in disgust at the softness in Eddie’s tone. “Munson, ew-”

“-She likes it.” Max said, cutting Gareth off with a raise of her hand.

Eddie’s eyes snapped to the redhead, flickering back and forth from you to his partner. “What?” Eddie hissed, brows creasing in confusion. “No, she doesn’t. It’s fine, I can just take it back-”

“-No.” You shook your head, the lump in your throat strangling your voice. The bats and crows, you knew Eddie had chosen for the “creepy ambiance” he always liked to go for with decor. They were a stark contrast to the happy ghosts holding little pumpkins next to them. It made your nose burn with the threat of tears.

“Max is right. I love it.” You nod, looking over at Eddie with a wobbling lip, a watery smile, eyes shining in pure adoration.

Eddie felt that familiar blush creep through his chest, up his neck and to the very tip of his ears. “Really? I mean if you don’t, I can just get rid of it, and-and you can get whatever you want.”

“No, Eddie, really. This is so,” You looked around the living room, at the cobwebs that were dramatic and stringy that Gareth was going to hang, tiny, plastic spiders sewn in. “This is perfect.”

“Perfect.” Gareth grinned, smug, a little mocking in his tone. “See, Ed, you were freaking out for nothing.”

“Shut up, Gareth.” Eddie hissed, his tone dropping and changing to menacing in a beat. Gareth just snorted, unfazed by his mood change, too used to it. “Just… Get the fuck outta here. Both of you. Gimme some space.” Eddie waved his hand.

Max followed behind a smirking, smug Gareth, shutting the heavy front door behind them, the click of the latch echoing through the living room, rattling off the high ceilings.

Eddie took slow, calculated steps behind you. “You don’t have to act like you like it.” He muttered in that soft, gentle tone that was reserved just for you. “I’ll take it back.”

“No,” You shook your head, grabbing at his hand blindly, finding it easily and holding it in yours. “This is… This is just… I can’t believe you did this for me.” You smiled, the tears brimming in your water line.

“What d’ya mean? Hey, don’t cry. Shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Eddie cooed softly, pushing Lucifer back when he guarded you, hands grabbing at your waist, pulling you into him gently.

“Why’re you crying?” Eddie muttered, curls brushing against your forehead, tickling at your collarbones when he dipped his head towards yours. You could still smell the nicotine on his breath, soothing you with the soft coo. “What’s the matter, hm? You don’t like it?”

“Eddie, no, I love it.” You mutter, resting your head against his gently. “You didn’t have to do all this for me. I-I know you can’t decorate-”

“-I can do whatever I want.” Eddie said firmly, hand cupping your jaw, holding your gaze in his. “It’s my house. I wanted to decorate it for you.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, turning into his palm, your own hands enveloped over his. Diablo nosed at your knee, watching you carefully.

"And, ya know, it is my favorite holiday." Eddie shrugged, dimples creasing when you giggled.

“Thank you.” You beam, pressing a delicate kiss into his calloused hands. “It’s perfect, really. Too much, Ed, you didn’t have to do all of that. I had some in my storage I could use.”

“No, it’s no big deal. I wanted to get it for us, for the house, y’know?” Eddie shrugged, soft lips pressing to yours, a gentle, sweet kiss that had you both melting into each other.

You pressed your cheek against Eddie’s chest, arms around his waist, looking at the decorations. “This is really nice, Ed.”

“Yeah? Spooky enough for you?” Eddie grinned, squeezing your hips gently. “I just gotta put up the webs and shit on the chandelier. Gareth was being such a fuckin’ bitch about it.”

“I can help you put it up.” You offer, looking at the pile on the coffee table.

“Nah, I’ll get someone to do it later. Wanna hear about your trip.” Eddie hummed, pulling you into his lap onto the couch.

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Halloween - Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: Part of the Big Brown Eyes universe, which you can read here! You don’t necessarily have to read them first, but things will make a whole lot more sense, lol. Wanted to write a little Halloween blurb to celebrate this year, so here it is. Huge thanks to @slbb1413 for helping me figure out costumes for the kids when I was stuck!

Summary: On Halloween, you and Steve take your son trick-or-treating, ending up at Eddie’s home. The next night, you and Eddie attend a Halloween party with your friends, where people from high school’s past show up.

Warnings: single mom!reader, ex Steve x reader, language, underage drinking, i think that’s it?

Words: 7.4k

[Big Brown Eyes masterlist]

“Trick or treat!”

“Well, look at you!��

Everett giggles as he looks up at Joyce Byers, his dark eyes framed by his orange Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle eye mask. He gives her his best grin and holds up his orange glow-in-the-dark pumpkin, a few pieces of candy scattered along the bottom.

“Which one are you?” Joyce asks. She grabs a handful of candy and drops it in his bucket. “Donatello?”

“Oh, no, no,” Hopper says, coming up behind his wife. “Donatello wears purple, right kiddo?”

“Yeah!” Everett says. Hopper leans down for a high-five and Everett happily obliges. “I’m Makelanglo.”

“Michaelangelo,” Hopper translates quietly into Joyce’s ear.

“Oh! He was always Will’s favorite,” Joyce says. The look on her face says she doesn’t know a thing about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Steve rubs his nose as he stands behind his son, covering his small laugh.

“What do you say for the candy?” You nudge your son on the shoulder gently.

“Thank you!”

“You’re very welcome, sweetheart,” Joyce says. “You have fun tonight, okay?”

“I will!”

“See you later, kid!” Hopper says with a wave.

“Bye!”

“Thanks, guys,” you say with a smile.

Everett skips down the driveway, dragging Steve along by the hand.

“He looks so cute,” Joyce says. “Did he pick that costume out himself?”

“He did,” you say. “His first year doing so.”

“Good choice, if I do say so myself,” Hopper says.

“Emotional, right?” Joyce asks you as she sets the bowl of candy down. “When they start making their own decisions.”

“So much harder than I thought it’d be,” you agree.

“You taking him around this neighborhood?” Hopper asks.

“We went through some of our apartment complex, now we’re heading to family and friend’s houses. It’s pretty hard situating the turtle shell in his car seat, though.”

“But worth it because he is so cute and looks like he’s having so much fun. Are you going to the party tomorrow night? I remember Will mentioning you and Steve going,” Joyce says.

“We are! Everett’s spending the night at Steve’s parents so we can both go,” you explain.

“Do you know the boy who is throwing this party?” Joyce asks.

Now it’s your turn to try and not laugh. Not making fun of her, but in amusement. Her youngest son may be eighteen now, but Joyce is just as much of a mama bear as ever. The “boy” throwing the party was a friend of Steve’s in high school, so of course you knew him. Whether he was a good influence or not was another question. But not the question that Joyce asked.

“Yes,” you tell her. “His house is just a few blocks over.”

This seems to calm her, and she nods her head. Hopper gives you a knowing smile, fully aware of how protective his wife is.

“Mom!” You hear a small voice call and an older one shushes him.

“I better get going,” you say. “It was nice to see you.”

You say goodbye and follow the trail your son led away from the house, finding him bouncing up and down outside of Steve’s car.

“Come on, come on!” Everett says.

“Jesus, he hasn’t even had any candy yet,” Steve says as he ushers the little turtle into his car seat.

“That’s what you think,” you say. Steve raises his eyebrows at you, and you nod to the empty Three Musketeers Bar wrapper on the floor of his car.

He laughs to himself as you climb in the passenger’s seat.

“Where to next, bub?”

After visiting the Sinclair’s, Wheeler’s, Buckley’s, and Henderson’s, – which of course took the longest – there’s only one spot left to hit. This was a double jackpot though because not only does his favorite Aunt Max live in this neighborhood, but his new best friend does too.

The familiar sight of the trailers gives Everett more of a high, as if he just inhaled four more candy bars. Steve pulls up in front of Max’s trailer and shuts the engine off.

“I don’t know, I don’t think Everett wants to get out of the car here,” Steve says to you.

Everett whines and kicks his little feet as he strains against the straps of his seat.

“Yeah,” you joke along with Steve. “I think we should just go home. No one here to see.”

“Mooooom, Daaaad, nooooo!”

Steve’s smile cracks first and he pulls the key out of the ignition.

“Alright, alright, I guess we’ll get out.”

You smile to yourself as you unbuckle Everett from his seat. He hops out of the car and looks between Max’s and Eddie’s trailers as if he doesn’t know which one to go to first.

“How about Aunt Max first?” you offer. Selfishly, though, because then you could take your time at Eddie’s without Everett wanting to get to the next candy haul.

“C’you fix my mask?” Everett asks. The orange slip of material is sliding down his face, obscuring his nose more than his eyes now. You tighten it for him on the back of his head and he yells a thanks over his shoulder as he runs up the steps to Max’s front door.

Max’s mother opens the door and grins at the little mutant ninja before her.

“Hi, Everett,” she says. At the sound of his name, Max makes her way to the front door and gently pushes her way in front of her mother.

“Hey, it’s my best friend,” Max says. Everett giggles and flings himself into her arms. “You get a lot of candy tonight?”

Everett tilts his head up to look at the redhead and nods.

“What’s your favorite?” Max’s mom asks him.

He scrunches up his face in deliberation as he thinks. “Lollipops,” he finally decides on.

“Well, you’re in luck!” Max’s mom reaches into the candy bowl and produces a whole handful of lollipops. It’s enough sugar to keep Everett awake for the next three weeks. She places them in Everett’s pumpkin bucket and his eyes widen in glee. “How’s that?”

Everett leaps from Max to hug her mother’s legs. Max rolls her eyes at how easily his attention was stolen from her.

“Hey, where’s your costume?” Max calls out to you.

“You’ll see it tomorrow,” you say as you walk closer to the trailer. Steve follows behind you and leans on the railing of the front steps. “Too cold for a skirt out here tonight. Your sweater would be much more appropriate, Freddy Kruger.”

“You know,” Max says, “I answered the door a few times tonight with the razor fingers on. Lucky I didn’t do it for Everett.”

“Yeah,” Steve says with a huff. “Lucky for you. We’d make you come over and sit with him while he can’t fall asleep because you traumatized him.”

“I could never traumatize my boy,” Max says. She leans down and scoops Everett into her arms, the shell smacking her in the collarbone in the process. “We’re buddies, right? We play pranks on Dad together?”

Everett giggles and nods while Steve rolls his eyes.

“I knew he got that whoopie cushion from you!”

Max shrugs innocently and Everett hides his face in her neck to cover his laugh.

“Alright, we got one more stop,” you say. “You can come if you want, Max.”

Max’s eyes dart over to Eddie’s trailer and then back to you. “That’s okay. I’ll let Steve be the third wheel on his own.”

“Were you always such a brat?” Steve asks.

“Am I a brat, Everett?” Max asks. He shakes his head as she places him back down on the ground. “I didn’t think so.”

“You have fun, okay Everett?” Max’s mom tells him.

“Okay!” he says.

“Bye, troublemaker!” Max says.

“She’s such a bad influence,” Steve murmurs in your ear. You shove him in the shoulder as Everett hugs Max goodbye. Everett hops down the steps and grabs Steve’s hand.

“Eddie?” he asks him.

“You know where he lives,” Steve tells him. Everett lets go of his dad’s hand and runs across to Eddie’s trailer. Though Steve knew that Eddie lived across from Max, he’d never actually been to his home. He let you and Everett go up the steps first before following behind.

Everett isn’t quite tall enough to reach the doorbell, so you press it for him. He swings his pumpkin back and forth as he waits for the door to be open. When it does, Everett’s face lights up.

“Eddie!”

“Whoa!” Eddie says. “There’s a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle at my house!”

Everett giggles and runs forward to hug Eddie’s legs. “It’s me!”

“Me who?” Eddie scoops Everett up and looks at him in confusion. “I don’t know any turtles.” Everett laughs again as he slides his mask up a little, letting Eddie get a peek of who is underneath. “Ev! Wow, you fooled me. You look so cool. I thought Michaelangelo was at my house.”

“I am!” Everett reaches into his little utility belt and pulls out the small set of foam nunchucks that came with the costume.

“You’re ready to fight Splinter,” Eddie tells him. “Why don’t we make sure he’s not in my house?”

Eddie holds the door open for you and Steve before following in with Everett in his arms. He places Everett down and instantly pulls you into his emptied arms. You wrap your arms around his neck while his snake around your waist.

“Hi,” he says. He presses a soft kiss against your lips.

“Hi,” you answer.

“Hi,” Steve adds from behind you.

You laugh and hide your face in Eddie’s neck. Eddie keeps one arm around your waist and reaches out with the other to shake Steve’s hand.

“Hey, Steve.”

“Hey, man,” Steve says, shaking Eddie’s hand.

Everett comes over and tugs on the bottom of Eddie’s black t-shirt. “What’s up?” Eddie asks him.

Everett holds his pumpkin up in the air. “Trick or treat!”

“Hmm,” Eddie hums. “Candy, huh? Let’s see what I’ve got.” He begrudgingly lets go of you and walks into the kitchen.

The bathroom door opens down the hall and Wayne steps out. You smile and wave at him before remembering that he’s met Everett in passing but was never properly introduced to Steve.

“Wayne! This is Steve. Steve, this is Eddie’s Uncle Wayne.” Steve steps forward to shake the man’s hand as well. “And you remember Everett,” you say, crouching down and wrapping an arm around Everett.

Everett leans all his body weight against you as he looks up at Wayne shyly.

“Hi,” he mumbles.

“Hi, Everett,” Wayne says.

Everett nods and hides his face in your neck. Wayne smiles at the young boy and walks over to join his nephew in the kitchen. He grabs a lunch pail and heads towards the front door.

“I’ve got to head out to work. It was nice to meet you, Steve. Nice to see you, Everett. Bye, y/n,” Wayne says.

Grabbing Everett’s little wrist in your hand, you make him wave goodbye to Wayne, making Everett giggle. Wayne throws him a wink before heading out the door.

“Steve, you can sit,” you tell him.

Everett runs over to the couch and hops on. He pats the cushion next to him and Steve sits next to his son.

“Alright,” Eddie says as he walks back in from the kitchen. “Let’s see. I’ve got Butterfinger, KitKat, and Reese’s. Take your pick.”

Everett walks up to Eddie and inspects the full-sized candy bars in his hands. He looks between the three of them and his little face pinches up in concentration.

“If you get the Reese’s you have to share it with me,” you tell him. He frowns at you before turning back to the sugary treats in front of him.

“Hmm, how about this?” Eddie says. “I give you all three and you share one with Mommy and one with Daddy.”

“Mkay,” Everett says. He grins and gladly accepts the candies from Eddie. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, buddy.”

Everett hands you the Reese’s before plopping back down next to Steve and frowning between the two candy bars left in his hand. He decides he wants the KitKat and hands the Butterfinger to his dad.

Eddie slides down to sit on the floor with his back up against the recliner near the couch. You get down and scoot back until you’re leaning against him. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses a kiss to the side of your head. The Reese’s are sticky as you open the package. The first one you unwrap you hold over your shoulder to feed it to Eddie. He takes it gladly and you pop the second one in your mouth.

“How was trick-or-treating?” Eddie asks Everett through a mouthful of chocolate and peanut butter.

“Good!” Everett leans across Steve’s lap as he continues. “Lotsa candy. And I saw Uncle Dusty Buns.”

“You saw a lot more people than just him,” Steve says as he runs his fingers through Everett’s hair.

“Mhmm,” Everett hums in agreement. “But Uncle Dusty was my favorite. He looked like an elf.”

Eddie lets out a snort of laughter and drops his forehead down to your shoulder to compose himself. “An elf?”

“Pointy ears!” Everett says.

“He went all Hobbit,” you tell Eddie.

“I wish I could’ve seen that.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Steve says. “We managed to get a lot of pictures. Future blackmail? Possibly.”

“When’s Nancy flying in?” Eddie asks Steve.

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Nanzy?” Everett asks, looking up at Steve.

“I told you that,” Steve says. He cups his hand over the boy’s face and pretends to shake him. “Nancy is coming tomorrow and we’re going to have lunch with her. Candy already getting to your brain?”

Everett huffs and sticks another bite of KitKat in his mouth.

“Good luck getting him to go to sleep tonight,” Eddie says.

You groan and squeeze your eyes closed. “Steve, he’s spending the night at your place, right?”

“Nice try,” Steve says between bites of Butterfinger.

“Ev, where do you want to sleep tonight?” you ask. Maybe if the request comes straight from the cuteness source, Steve will cave.

“Here,” Everett says without missing a beat.

“Aw, sweetie,” you say. “You can’t sleep here. I mean in your room with me or your room with Dad.”

Everett pouts and shoves the rest of the candy bar in his mouth. “Eddie,” is all he says.

Eddie rests his chin on your shoulder and smiles at your son. “How about this, little dude? We make plans to have a slumber party in a few weeks? Give me enough time to buy your favorite snacks and some good movies.”

“Eds, you don’t have to,” you whisper to him.

“I want to.” He squeezes your waist gently. “Of course, you’re invited as well. Your attendance in kind of mandatory, actually.”

Everett deliberates as you laugh softly against Eddie’s cheek. You press a kiss there and nod your agreement.

“Okay,” Everett decides. “Mommy’s tonight.”

Steve smirks at you and if there wasn’t a three-year-old looking in your direction, you’d flip him the bird.

“Good choice,” Eddie says. You scoff at him as Steve laughs.

“What?” Eddie whispers in your ear. “I know you know how to handle rowdy boys.” The groan that leaves your lips is involuntary as you roll your eyes and elbow him gently in the ribs.

“You’re ridiculous,” you say.

“Mhmm, it’s part of the charm,” Eddie says.

Everett begins to dig through his candy stash in the pumpkin but Steve grabs his hips and lifts him away from it. “What do you think you’re doing? You haven’t had enough candy?” Everett laughs and wiggles his legs as he tries to cling to the pumpkin.

“Noooo!”

“Drop it, kid,” Steve says. He manages to pull Everett away enough where the handle of the bucket slips from his grip. Steve slides him into his lap, maneuvering around the shell, and tickles right under Everett’s chin – his most ticklish spot. You chuckle as you watch, leaning back against Eddie. Snuggling against his chest, you place your hands over his laced ones on your tummy. A wave of contentment washes over you. It’s a fun and peaceful moment. Wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms, watching your son laugh so hard his face is turning red after he’s had a fun night of collecting candy and seeing his favorite people. Having Steve and Eddie in the same room feels good now, as well. There were still a few moments here and there that made you feel a little awkward, trying to balance the relationship Everett has with both men, but it was definitely better than it had been in the beginning.

“You excited to be the princess?” Eddie asks, poking your tummy gently.

“Only because the princess is dating the criminal,” you say.

Everett’s forehead wrinkles in confusion as he calms down from his dad’s tickle attack. “You’re not a princess, Mommy.” He didn’t know what a criminal was, otherwise, he’d have defended Eddie, too.

“Well, thanks, kid,” you say with a frown.

“She is, too,” Eddie says. “What are princesses, hmm? They’re beautiful, right? And kind?”

“Yeah,” Everett agrees.

“What else?” Eddie asks.

“Um… They love animals. Wear pretty dresses. Marry a prince.”

“Well, two out of three, right?” Eddie asks.

You rest your head back against Eddie’s shoulder. He squeezes your waist gently.

“So far,” he whispers in your ear. “I’m no prince, but hey.”

“Yes, you are,” you tell him as your cheeks begin to heat up, the thought of marrying Eddie someday sending a thrill through your body.

Eddie opens his mouth to answer but is interrupted by a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle on a sugar high launching himself off the couch and into your lap.

“This wig is ridiculous,” you say.

Eddie walks up behind you as you look in the mirror and wraps his arms around your waist.

“It’s cute,” he tells you.

“It’s itchy,” you reply.

Eddie chuckles and buries his face in your neck. He presses a few kisses to your exposed skin before pulling back.

“I wouldn’t know about that.”

“Yeah, why am I the only one who needs a wig for this group costume?” you ask.

“Robin’s doing her hair,” Eddie says.

“Yeah, just pinning it and hair-spraying it until it looks right. No wig. How did I get talked into this?”

“How we all got talked into this. Robin bugged us all until we agreed,” he says. You lean back against him, and he starts to rub his hands up and down the sides of your brown skirt. He litters a few more kisses against your neck and it goes a long way to brighten your mood.

You sigh and turn in his arms. He looks adorable. Of course he does, when does he not? You tuck your hands under the collar of his denim jacket. The jean material looks heavy, but you know from experience that it’s lighter than it appears. You know it will end up on your shoulders at some point tonight, as soon as you show the first inkling of being cold.

“Are all these your clothes?” You take in the dark jeans, black boots, and white shirt under the red flannel. All items you’ve seen in his closet.

“They are,” he confirms. “Cheapest Halloween costume I’ve had since I went as Ozzy Osbourne. Which I also have all the clothes for.”

You chuckle and press your lips against his.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” you tell him.

He grins, and though you’ve seen it hundreds of times now, it still takes your breath away. His dimples make your tummy flutter and the sparkle in his eyes makes your heart race.

There’s a knock at the bedroom door and you reluctantly tear your eyes away from Eddie’s. You go to call out for whoever it is to enter, but you remember there’s a sleeping toddler in the room down the hall. When you open the door, Steve stands in his very blue outfit. Blue and white varsity jacket over blue hoodie zipped over blue tank top. All over rich blue jeans. It would’ve looked like he was ready to walk down the halls of Hawkins High if the colors were green and orange.

“Hey, jock,” you greet him. He looks over your pink shirt and brown skirt, before taking in Eddie’s ensemble.

“Looking good,” he says. “Maybe Robin had a good idea.”

“Yeah, because you’re not wearing a wig,” you say with a wince as you adjust it.

“Mommy?” A small face peeks out of the doorway down the hall. He rubs his eye as he takes a few steps into the hall. His stuffed octopus is hugged to his chest as he makes his way closer to you.

“What are you doing up, little boy?” you ask.

Everett takes in your costume, then turns to Steve, then Eddie, before looking back at you.

“Whatchu wearing?” he asks.

“Halloween costumes,” Steve tells him. “Like you were Michelangelo last night.”

Everett wrinkles his face in confusion. “What are you?”

“We’re dressed as characters from a movie,” you tell him as you crouch down to be at eye level. It’s hard in this skirt, but you do your best to keep your balance.

“What movie?”

“It’s called The Breakfast Club,” you say.

“Oh,” he says.

“What woke you up, little dude?” Eddie asks, walking up behind you.

Everett shrugs and rubs his eye again.

“Want me to tuck you back in?” you ask.

He shakes his head and reaches out his hand behind you. “Want Eddie to.”

You bite your lip to keep the huge smile you feel coming from creeping on your face. You’re not sure how Steve will feel about this, or how Eddie will react, so you want to play it cool. But Everett has never asked for just Eddie to tuck him in before. It went a long way in feeling like you had your son’s approval in choice of boyfriend.

“You’ll have to ask him,” you say.

Everett nods and walks around you. You go to stand up and lose your balance in the restricting skirt. Both Steve and Eddie go to steady you, but you manage to right yourself on your own. Everett tugs on Eddie’s flannel and the man kneels down next to him.

“Will you please tuck me in?” Everett asks, voice still steeped in sleep.

“I would be happy to,” Eddie tells him with a smile.

Everett grins sleepily in return and takes Eddie’s hand in his own. The little boy doesn’t spare a glance for you or his dad as he brings Eddie back to his room – which was technically Steve’s old room.

Steve’s parents had offered to turn one of the guest rooms into Everett’s own personal little room, but the little boy, as stubborn as his dad, refused. He wanted to stay in the same room that his daddy slept in as a child and teenager. Steve had once made the comment to you that he might not want to sleep in that bed if he knew that that was where he was conceived. It earned Steve a hard smack across the shoulder from you and he mumbled out, “What? It’s been three years. You know how many times those sheets have been washed since?”

“How are you feeling?” you ask Steve now. Eddie’s gentle voice can be heard talking to Everett in the other room.

Steve shrugs. “Kind of weird, to be honest. But not necessarily bad. It’s good that he likes Eddie so much.”

“You almost sounded like that was painful to say,” you remark.

“No,” Steve says. He shakes his head and lets out a sigh. “Like I said, just weird.”

Eddie steps out of Steve’s old room and closes the door softly behind him. He doesn’t meet Steve’s eye and looks at the ground as he walks back to the pair of you.

“He go down easy?” you ask. You wrap your arm around Eddie’s and rest your chin on his shoulder.

“Yeah, no problem,” he says.

“Steve?”

The three of you turn to see Nancy hanging out of the bathroom, hand holding an eyeliner pencil to her bottom waterline.

“Yeah?” Steve asks.

“This stupid scarf is stuck in the back of my hair again,” she says.

“I’ve got it.” Steve walks over to the bathroom and you tug Eddie back into the guest room where you had been getting ready.

“You okay?” You rub your hands up and down the arms of his denim jacket. There’s a grin cracking on his face and he nods his head twice.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” He looks up and meets your eyes, your face reflecting his smile. “I’m stunned he wanted me to do it.”

“Don’t be,” you tell him. “You know he adores you.”

The comment makes Eddie’s grin widen and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes get a little misty. He clears his throat and meets your eye.

“Steve okay?”

“Oh, he’s fine,” you tell him. “Don’t worry about him. He knows what it’s like from when Nancy started being more a part of Ev’s life.” You weren’t sure if that was true or not, but you hoped it was.

Eddie nods and presses a kiss to your forehead. The doorbell rings downstairs and you’re ready to drop kick whoever rang it.

“What the hell, Lucas?” You hear Robin berating him downstairs for you, so you feel a bit better. “You know there’s a child asleep in this house.”

You lace your fingers with Eddie’s and walk with him down the stairs. Robin does a slow spin when she sees you, showing off all angles of her outfit. In just a green sweatshirt and khaki pants, her take on Brian from The Breakfast Club was the easiest costume of the group.

Robin had the idea of you, Eddie, Nancy, Steve, and herself dressing up as the iconic detention gang for this party. When you weren’t sure if Nancy would be able to make it home for the weekend from college, Robin pouted and whined that there were no better possibilities to dress up as. Once Nancy had officially booked her flight to be home for this Halloween weekend, Robin rejoiced and began planning it all out. She had wanted to be Brian instantly. She said something about “the brainiac” persona was appealing to her. It was an easy decision between Steve and Eddie who would be “the athlete” and who would be “the criminal,” which made the decision of you being Claire and Nancy being Allison simple.

“Whoa, look at the princess and the criminal,” Dustin says. He pushes in the front door behind Lucas, the rest of the kids trickling in behind.

“And look at the Jedi,” Eddie says, gesturing to Dustin.

Dustin looks down at his outfit and nods his head. “I know, right? Just call me Master Dustin.”

“Please, you’re a padawan if you’re anything,” Eddie says. He smirks and musses up the younger boy’s curls.

“Nerds,” Max mumbles under her breath. She pushes past the guys to come and stand by your side.

“Okay, if Everett comes down, you have to hide,” you tell her with a laugh. “You look terrifying.” Her ripped striped sweater, fedora, fake blood, and clawed hand were straight out of A Nightmare on Elm Street.

“Aw, you don’t want me to wish him sweet dreams?” Max asks with a smirk. You knock down the brim of her fedora and bump your shoulder against hers.

“One, two, Freddy’s coming for you,” Eddie singsongs to her.

“Oh don’t,” Mike says. “She was singing that the whole ride here.”

“Oh my God, Mike,” you say once you get a good look at him. His striped suit makes him look even taller and thinner than usual, but the startling look of his painted white face and green spiky hair is what got you. “How many cans of green spray paint did you go through?”

“Four,” Will answers for him. You assume it’s Will, anyway, under the Batman mask.

“Batman and Beetlejuice,” you remark to the pair of them. “I don’t know why but it seems right for you two. A superhero and a demon.”

Mike glares and goes to open his mouth before El comes up next to him and takes his hand in hers. The expression on your face changes from teasing to adoration as you take in her look. Two French braids down the back of her head and orange face paint, made up to look like Garfield the Cat.

“El! You look so cute!”

She grins and tugs on one of her pigtails. “Thank you. My nose is smearing, though. Can you help me?”

“Of course.” You take her over to the couch and pull your black eyeliner out of your purse. Her chin rests in your hand as you touch up the black nose and whiskers across her face.

“Maverick,” Eddie says. He salutes Lucas where he stands in his Top Gun flight suit. Lucas salutes back before dramatically taking his aviator sunglasses out of his pocket and sliding them on his face.

Nancy and Steve come down the stairs and Robin squeals in excitement as the whole breakfast club is together in the same room.

“Are we all ready?” she asks.

“One second,” you call as you finish El’s makeup.

“Aw, El” Nancy coos. “You look so cute.”

“That’s what I said,” you say as you put your eyeliner back in your purse.

Steve’s mom comes out of the kitchen and places her hands on Nancy’s shoulders.

“Oh, look at you all! You look so great. You’re going to have so much fun,” she says.

Steve leans over and presses a kiss to her cheek. “Thanks, Mom. Ev should hopefully be good for the night.”

“Oh, I can handle him,” she says with a dismissive wave. “Don’t worry.”

You reach over and squeeze her hand in thanks for watching your son before following the others out the front door.

“Ladies with me,” Robin says. “Boys pile into the van.”

Eddie and Steve slide into the front seats of the van while the other four boys push and shove each other to climb into the back. Max rolls her eyes at them before scooting into the backseat of Robin’s car. You slide in next to her and El slips into the final seat. Nancy gets in the passenger seat as Robin starts the car. Her all-black ensemble looks odd on her, as Nancy is usually wearing bright colors. It makes her look barely visible in the dim light in the car.

It's hard to find a parking spot at the party, and you end up having to walk a block from the cars. You refuse to shiver in the night air because you want Eddie to keep his jacket for himself. Looking around at your fellow breakfast club members, you realize you’re the only one who has short sleeves, and you groan internally.

The music is loud, and the air is filled with smoke and body odor. It’s a large house – even bigger than Steve’s parents’ house – and it seems like every room is filled with people. Eddie takes your hand in his as you weave through the crowded room, so as not to lose you. It won’t be long before your party gets fractured among the dancing bodies and laughing drunks. Black and orange streamers have already been ripped from where they were hung in doorways. Plastic skeletons have been placed in compromising positions throughout the house. Dustin and Mike laugh at a particular couple of skeletons that tickle their fancies.

“Gives me ideas for later,” you hear Steve say to Nancy and you fight back a shudder. Sometimes you question how this man became the father of your child.

Your breakfast club gang heads into the kitchen to get some drinks, and Steve puts his hand on Dustin’s face and pushes him out of the kitchen when he tries to follow.

“Nice try, Vader,” Steve says. “At least wait until we have a few drinks in us before you try and sneak some.”

Dustin scoffs and swipes at Steve’s arm, looking offended both at the error of calling a Jedi “Vader,” and the refusal of alcohol.

“You used to be cool,” Dustin says. “You drank at my age. What happened to you?”

“He’s a dad now,” Robin says. She smirks at Steve over the rim of her red solo cup as she loads it up with vodka and grape soda.

“Y/n’s a mom and she’s still cool,” Dustin argues. You wink at him in thanks.

“Oh yeah?” Steve asks. “Go ahead, ask her if you can have a drink.”

“Can I -.”

“No,” you interrupt him.

Dustin groans and spins around, leaving the kitchen.

“What’s the harm?” Eddie asks as he slings an arm over your shoulders.

“We love fucking with him,” Robin says with a shrug.

“It’s so easy,” you agree with a chuckle.

“Yeah, well, he goes home reeking of alcohol and puking all over the living room, Mrs. Henderson will have my head,” Steve says.

“Dustin’s a big boy,” Nancy says.

“So, you’re cool with Mike drinking?” Robin asks with a skeptical look.

“As long as he doesn’t puke on me, I really don’t care,” Nancy answers.

“Wow,” Steve says, wrapping an arm around her hips. “You’ve loosened up a lot since high school.”

Nancy rolls her eyes and purses her lips at him. “Remember our first Halloween party? I got wasted, not you.”

“Oh, I remember,” Steve says, glaring at her playfully. “You were a bitch.”

“Hey!” Eddie says.

“No, I was,” Nancy says with a laugh. “I was so awful. I called our whole relationship bullshit.”

“And look at you now,” Robin says. Steve and Nancy give each other heart eyes and it causes Robin to pour even more vodka into her cup.

“Did you guys go to high school with everyone here?” Eddie asks as he pours his own drink. The rest of you scan the areas of the house you can see from the kitchen.

“I only actually see a few people I recognize,” you say.

“Yeah, I think most of the smart people left this town first chance they got,” Robin adds.

“I suddenly feel old,” Nancy says as she gazes at the costumed kids dancing and writhing around.

“Okay, but the real question is… Tyler was same year as Steve. How does he know all the current high school kids well enough to invite them to his house? Is that not creepy?” Robin asks.

“We did drive a bunch of said kids here, you know,” Steve says.

“But we didn’t invite them,” Robin says.

“I think I need more to drink before this conversation,” you say. Eddie hands you a cup and you down a large gulp. It burns on the way down but whatever mixers Eddie put in it made it a pleasurable taste on your tongue.

“Come on,” Eddie says. He takes your hand in his. “Let’s go dance.”

You happily follow him into, what you can only assume, is one of the living rooms in the house. Holding your cup in one hand, you reach up and tangle the fingers of your free hand in the hair at the base of Eddie’s neck. Eddie places his free hand on your hip, and you begin to sway to the upbeat pop song blasting over the speakers.

“So, is this what a date would be like with you in high school?” Eddie bends down to your ear to ask. Max walks behind you and trails her fake claws across your back as she passes.

“Well, maybe junior year,” you call to Eddie over the music. “Senior year I was pregnant so I wouldn’t have been a fun date at a party. Freshman year I was too shy to say yes to any date. And sophomore year? Still shy, but not as much. But I would’ve been super awkward.”

Eddie wrinkles his brow at you. “I’m still super awkward and you’re here with me.”

You giggle and lean up to press your lips against his. He grins against your mouth and leans forward to deepen the kiss. His arm tightens around your waist, and you tighten yours around his neck. Eddie’s tongue traces across your bottom lip and you gasp in surprise. He takes advantage and parts your lips. Your tummy flips and you haven’t had enough alcohol for that to be the cause.

Eddie’s mouth tastes like alcohol and a hint of cigarettes, but it’s strangely comforting. A loud cheer startles you and you pull away from Eddie’s lips. You look around you with wide eyes and Eddie presses a kiss just below your ear.

“Just some loudmouths doing a keg stand,” he tells you. “I know you can’t turn off those mom instincts, though. Like your Spidey-sense.”

You smile up at him thankfully and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“It’s Mike!”

Will has sidled up next to you and is bubblier and gigglier than usual. He definitely got to the alcohol. “It’s Mike,” he says again. “He’s doing the keg stand.”

“Oh boy,” you say. You follow Will, Eddie right behind you, to the kitchen where you see Mike being held upside down over the keg.

“Shit, he’s gonna blow chunks,” Eddie says.

“Okay, I take back what I said before,” Nancy says, pulling Steve up alongside you. “I never want to see him drink again.”

Robin was already in the kitchen, watching Mike go for it with her arms crossed over her chest. “You know, the first time I ever saw Steve he was doing the exact same thing.”

Lucas and Dustin are among the crowd around Mike, both hollering and cheering along with the best of them. Steve and Eddie look at each other and share a knowing look before both moving through the crowd to get Mike down. Nancy rubs her hand over her forehead and lets out a sigh.

“Come on,” Robin says. “Let’s get some air.”

Robin leads the three of you out to the backyard, which is almost as noisy and as packed as it is in the house. The air is cooler than when you arrived, and you rub your hands up and down your bare arms. El and Max are outside as well and come up to you.

“They still being idiots?” Max asks.

“Not sure what you’re referring to, but yeah,” Robin answers.

“Mike had one drink and got so loud,” El says with a frown. Robin wraps her arm around El’s shoulders and gives her a squeeze.

“Boys are dumb,” Nancy says. “Dumber when they drink.”

“I hope that’s not a broad, across the board statement.”

Jeremy, a guy who was in your, Nancy, and Robin’s class, says with a cocky smirk as he walks up to your group. His hair is even blindingly blonder than you remember it being, and he smells of the same strong cologne you were forced to sit next to every day in history class.

“Jeremy,” Nancy says in greeting. None of you look particularly happy to have him approaching you.

“Nancy,” Jeremy says. “Y/n. Robin.” He turns to El and Max and closes one eye as if he’s concentrating. “I don’t remember you two.”

“Too young for you,” Robin says.

“Relax,” Jeremy says, holding up his hands in defense. “Not here to talk to them.”

“Who are you here to talk to?” Nancy asks.

Jeremy nods his head towards you and your eyes widen. This was more shocking than Mike doing the keg stand. If you remember correctly, which you’re sure you do, Jeremy liked to make slut shaming jokes about you when it got out that you were pregnant. His jokes never bothered you in particular – especially because they weren’t very clever – but it was the principle of the thing.

“You want to talk to me?” you ask, still not believing it.

“Sure do,” he says. “You look good. Haven’t seen you since graduation.”

“You mean when I was nine months pregnant?”

“Yeah. You and Harrington didn’t get back together, did you?” He asks.

“Why, you wanna ask him out on a date?” you ask.

He gives you a smarmy smirk and steps even closer to you. “You always were funny.”

“You always were an ass,” Robin mumbles. Either Jeremy doesn’t hear it, or he pretends not to.

“Do you want to go inside? To dance?” He adds it as an afterthought.

“I’m okay,” you tell him.

“Aw, come on,” he says. “What’s one dance going to hurt?”

“Besides my toes when you inevitably step on them?” you say. “I’m here with my boyfriend.”

Jeremy makes a show of looking around the backyard. “I don’t see him.”

“Yeah, I don’t see the stick up your ass from here either, but I’m sure it’s there,” you snap.

Max’s grin is priceless, and Robin’s jaw hangs open as you turn around on your booted heel and walk back towards the house. You hear your friends following behind you and you pray Jeremy stays where he is. Not because you were afraid of any retribution, but you didn’t want Eddie to get in a fight over you. Because of course he would want to punch this guy’s lights out.

“Have I mentioned I love you?” Max says as she catches up to you. You chuckle and she wraps an arm around you, fake razors jabbing into your shoulder.

As the two of you walk into the kitchen, you stop short. A petite girl with jet black hair is standing in front of Eddie, clearly trying to corner him in. She’s dressed as a sexy nurse and keeps trying to reach up and touch his hair. The uncomfortable look on his face is so genuine and endearing that you can’t help the small smile that curls the corners of your lips. He’s kindly trying to dodge her hands and advances, but she’s being persistent. His eyes dart up and lock with yours. His first look is panic, but once he sees you find this amusing, he glares at you. The girl turns her head to see who Eddie is looking at and you immediately recognize her from your class. Sheila. The first memory that pops into your head is her throwing a hissy fit out of jealousy when she found out you were dating Steve.

“Sheila,” you say as you saunter up to the pair of them. “You’re wasting your time.”

She arches an eyebrow at you and puts her hands on her hips. “Listen mom,” she says as if it’s an insult, “mind your business.”

“I am her business,” Eddie says, eyes wide and innocent. It makes you laugh and reach around Sheila to wrap your arms around his middle.

He tucks you protectively into his arms and presses a kiss to your head. He forgot you were wearing a wig though, and he sputters out a fake red hair.

You laugh and tilt your head up to press a kiss to his lips, figuring the best way to piss Sheila off was to ignore her. She stalks away with a huff, and you smile against your boyfriend’s lips.

“Everett’s staying the night at Steve’s parents’, right?” Eddie mumbles as he rests his forehead against yours.

“Mhmm, why?”

Eddie digs his keys out of his pocket. “Max, heads up.” He tosses the keys to her, which she misses by a mile before picking them up off the floor. “Steve or Nance can drive it back. None of the brats, though. Including you,” he adds as he notes the mischievous look in her eye. Max scoffs and heads off to find one of them.

“Want to go buy some clearance candy at the store, go back to your apartment, and eat it all while we watch scary movies?” He rubs his hands up and down your back, looking at you hopefully.

The excited grin on your face makes Eddie’s light up. You nod eagerly and start to pull him towards the door.

“Yes, please,” you say. “We’ve gotta walk, though.”

“Fine by me. One condition.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

“You’ve got to wear my jacket. It’s freezing out there.”

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