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Steddie X Babysitter Reader Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: smut (18+ minors dni): age gap (reader is 20, Steve & Eddie are in their late thirties), unprotected piv & pia (don’t be silly, wrap it before you tap it), oral (m receiving), mentions of oral (f receiving), fingering, m masturbation, some angst, reader has separated parents, mentions of infidelity, smoking, swearing

A:N: phew! It’s finally here! Sorry to keep you all waiting, but I hope it’s worth it 🖤 There’ll be one more part to this, so keep your eyes peeled for the final chapter. Also I’ve given readers Mom a name to make things a lil easier. 12k.

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You wake to an empty bed, the sheets either side of you crumpled but cold. You starfish out and stretch your tired limbs, shuffling up the bed a little so you can sit propped against the pillows. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you blink wearily in the warm light that seeps through the blinds, and lay still as the haze of your sleep fades, listening out for signs of life in the house. Faint music plays from downstairs, and when you clamber out of the bed and shuffle over to open the bedroom door the soulful voice of Lauryn Hill drifts up to greet you, blended with Eddie’s dulcet tones. He’s always singing or humming some tune, his raspy voice a constant soundtrack that you can’t get enough of. You help yourself to one of his shirts, the soft faded cotton draping down to your mid thigh, and you bury your face into it, breathing deeply as you lose yourself in his scent.

As you pad down the stairs the song ends, and the DJ announces The La’s are next. When you enter the kitchen you’re greeted with Eddie shaking his hips and humming along. You clear your throat, and he grins when he turns and catches sight of you, holding the spatula in his hand to his lips like a microphone.

“There she goes again

Racing through my brain.

And I just can’t contain

This feeling that remains.”

You blush as he croons to you, and accept his outstretched hand, letting him pull you in close to bury his face in your neck.

“Good morning baby.” he mumbles, pressing his soft lips to your shoulder where his shirt has slipped.

“Good morning.” you smile. You brush his curls back out of his face, losing yourself in the rich chocolate of his eyes. “You’re in a good mood this morning.”

“Of course I am. I got to wake up next to my two favourite people in the world, one of whom has just wandered into the kitchen looking like a goddess in my shirt. This is an above average morning for me.”

You giggle, dotting kisses across Eddie’s cheeks, his chin, his nose. He laughs, before holding your chin in his fingers so he can guide your lips back to his. You sigh into the kiss, your lips parting instinctively as his tongue glides over yours.

“Daddy!”

You and Eddie break apart at the sound of Isla’s voice from the hall, and a moment later she comes running into the kitchen. She stops in her tracks when she sees you, a bright smile spreading across her pretty face.

“Y/N!”

“Hey princess!”

You bend down and Isla jumps into your outstretched arms. You scoop her up as you stand, her silky curls tickling your cheeks when she rests her head on your shoulder.

“Morning stinky.” Eddie teases, kissing the top of her head.

“I hope you don’t mean me.”

“Of course not handsome.” Eddie grins, winking at Steve who comes to sit at the kitchen island, a smiley Ben balanced on his lap.

“Look Dada, Y/N came to see me.” Isla says as you plop her down on the stool next to Steve.

“I can see that.” He grins, giving you a quick wink over the top of his daughters head.

You pour three cups of coffee, and a watered down juice for Isla. When you place the sippy cup in front of her she frowns, her round eyes studying you intently.

“Y/N.”

“Yes Princess?” You say sitting down beside her.

“You forgot your pants.”

Steve chokes on his coffee, while Eddie loses his shit, his head thrown back as he cackles.

You tug at the bottom of Eddie’s shirt, trying to cover more of your bare legs.

“Um, well I - I uh.”

“Y/N must’ve been in such a hurry to come and see you she forgot to put them on Isla.” Steve grins, taking another sip of his coffee.

She nods as if that explanation makes perfect sense. Eddie puts a small plate of scrambled egg in front of her and you help her to scoop up mouthfuls onto her plastic fork.

Once you’ve all got your breakfast in front of you Eddie clears his throat, looking across anxiously at his daughter.

“Um, Isla. Dada and me wanted to talk to you about something.”

She looks up at him, chewing a mouthful of egg.

“What?” She asks. Usually one of you would remind her not to talk with her mouth full, but the boys want her in a good humour for this conversation.

“You know before we talked about families? How they can look different. Some people have a mommy and a daddy, some people like Charlie have two mommies.”

“I’ve got two daddies.” She says proudly.

“That’s right baby.” Steve murmurs, looking at her fondly.

“Yeah. Our family is you and Ben, me and Dada.” Eddie continues.

“And Uncle Wayne.”

“Yes Princess, and Uncle Wayne.”

“And Auntie Robin and Auntie Nancy. And Nanna Joyce and Grandpa Hop and Auntie Max and-“

“Yes Isla.” Eddie chuckles. “We’ve got lots of people in our family. But they don’t all live with us. Just you, Ben, Dada and me.”

She nods, shovelling more egg into her mouth.

“And people in a family love each other don’t they? Me and Dada love you and Ben lots and lots, more than anything in the world.”

“Can we go to the park today?”

Eddie falters, looking to Steve for help.

“Isla sweetie, it’s important that you listen to what Daddy’s saying, okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie continues.

“So you know that me and Dada love each other.”

“That’s cuz you’re married.”

“Kind of yeah.” Eddie smiles. “We got married because we love each other. B-but - we um. Well, me and Dada love someone else too. We love Y/N.”

There’s a pause, a heavy silence in the room as Isla ponders on Eddie’s statement. Your leg jostles anxiously as you hold in a breath, waiting for her to say something.

“So are you going to marry Y/N?”

“Well, no sweetie. We can’t marry Y/N.”

“Why?”

“It’s complicated Isla.” Steve says, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.

“But we would like Y/N to be part of our family. We’d like her to live here with us. But we want to know how you feel about that?”

Isla turns to you, blinking up at you with her long lashes.

“You’d live here all the time?”

“I-if you’d like that.” You whisper.

She gives you a small smile.

“I’d like that.”

You, Eddie and Steve all breath a collective sigh of relief. Isla reaches out to you, and you pull her in letting her clamber onto your lap. You rest your chin on the top of her head, blinking back tears.

“Can we please go to the park?”

Eddie laughs.

“Yes, we can go to the park later.”

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The boys help you unpack your belongings, clearing space for you to hang your clothes in their walk in closet. You smile to yourself, seeing your skirts and sweaters hanging between Steve’s pastel polos and Eddie’s dark T-shirts. It’s like it was always meant to be, you nestled in with the two of them, part of their family. Your family.

Your Mom still hasn’t reached out to you. You haven’t contacted her either, to anxious at her reaction to pick up the phone. You’ve also been worried that Wayne would be upset with you, maybe he would be unhappy with the new set up. You’re dreading the next time he comes around.

He arrives at the house a few days after you move in, just as Eddie is lugging his suitcase down the stairs, ready to leave in the early hours of the following morning for LA. Eddie brings him into the living room where you’re sitting cross legged on the floor beside Isla, helping her colour a unicorn in her book. Steve sits on the sofa, his glasses perched on the end of his nose as he loses himself in a novel. You look up at the sound of two sets of footsteps coming into the room.

“Hi Uncle Wayne!” Isla smiles up at him.

“Hey darlin’.”

Wayne’s eyes move to you, giving you a small smile.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Wayne. How’s it going?”

“Good good, can’t complain.”

“And no one would listen if you did.” Eddie finishes for him with a grin.

Wayne nods, shuffling awkwardly.

“Shall we go have a chat?” Steve offers.

“Sure.”

Steve puts down his book and stands, holding out his hand for you to follow.

“You finish up that unicorn baby, we’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Isla nods, her tongue sticking out in concentration as she desperately tries to stay within the lines.

You take a seat in the kitchen next to Steve, Wayne sitting opposite. Eddie hesitates, then sits beside his Uncle, probably not wanting Wayne to feel like he was being interrogated.

“So what have you been up to Wayne?” Steve asks, trying to keep the mood light.

“Not much really, working a lot. I’ve seen Jane a few times too.”

You shrink in your seat at the mention of your Mom, and Steve rubs your thigh to calm you.

“Things are going well between you then?”

Wayne can’t help but smile, a twinkle in his pale eyes.

“Yeah, we get on well. She’s a lovely woman.”

He hesitates, looking over at you.

“Things were a bit.. awkward, for a minute. She’s been a bit upset.”

“Y/N’s been upset too.” Eddie says, his jaw clenching.

“I know, I know. It’s not.. ideal. They way things have gone. She misses you kid.”

You drop your gaze to your hands clasped in your lap, willing yourself not to cry.

“Can’t miss me that much. She hasn’t called.” You whisper.

“I don’t think she knows what to say to you darlin’. But I know she regrets how things happened, she wishes she’d reacted differently. I think she was just taken by surprise.”

You nod as a single tear falls onto your lap.

“Don’t cry baby, please.” Eddie whispers.

Steve takes hold of your hand, squeezing your fingers tight.

“Maybe we should talk, all of us. Clear the air a bit?”

“I think that’s a good idea Steve.” Wayne agrees.

“Why don’t we get together when Ed’s back from his trip?”

“What do you think Y/N?” Eddie asks.

You think you miss your Mom. You miss her so much it feels like there’s a gaping hole in your chest. You’ve never gone this long without speaking to her, and it’s only been a couple of days. You can’t bare the thought of never patching things up with her, no matter how hurt you are by her actions.

“Y-yeah. I think we should.”

Steve smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple.

Wayne doesn’t hang around much longer, saying his goodbyes to Isla then following you and the boys out to the hall. He stops by the front door, wishing Eddie a safe journey and telling Steve to call him if he needs anything.

“Y/N, I’m sorry darlin’. You know, if I made you feel bad before. I was worried about the boys, but I needn’t have. It’s obvious how happy you make them. And if they’re happy, then so am I.”

“Thank you Wayne. You really have nothing to apologise for.” You mean it.

He nods, giving you a smile before he opens the door and leaves.

Eddie let’s out a deep exhale.

“Phew. Well that went pretty well. Are you okay sweetie?”

“Yeah,” you smile “I’m okay.”

“Good. Now let’s go relax, I want to enjoy the rest of the day before I go.” He loops his arm around your waist, taking you and Steve back to the kids in the living room.

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Eddie calls every day while he’s in LA. He’s working on the debut album of some metalcore band, tipped to be the next big thing. The days are long, and you can tell from his raspy voice down the phone that he’s exhausted, often not having a chance to call until late at night.

On his fifth day away you haven’t heard from him all day, and you and Steve crawl into bed, thinking that you might not hear from him tonight.

You’re both tired, the kids have been running you ragged, and Steve’s been particularly busy at work, setting up a new under 12s basketball group with Lucas’ help. Still, despite your exhaustion the lazy kisses you share in bed quickly become heated, and before you know it your underwear is discarded as Steve leans over you.

Sex between the three of you is so often like an Olympic sport, constantly changing positions, hurried movements that leave you all gasping for breath when it’s over. Eddie’s insatiable, never really happy until you’ve all finished multiple times, even when you’re sure you can’t take anymore he coaxes another orgasm from you. He’s like a kid in a toy store, excitable and eager, and he can’t ever make up his mind who he wants to touch where, who he wants to taste. He can’t get enough.

You’re learning that Steve is a little slower on his own. He’s happiest when he’s holding your hands as he laps at your cunt for an hour, always wants you on your back or on top of him so he watch your face when he sinks into you. He’s tender and gentle, always taking his time.

Tonight he sighs your name as he slips into your heat, the stretch made easier thanks to all the time he’s spent working you open with his fingers.

You mewl, your head pressing back on the pillows as your eyelids flutter closed.

“Look at me Y/N.”

You obey, gazing up at the handsome man who’s face hovers over your own. Eyes like dark manuka honey bore into you, you’d willingly throw yourself head first into those deep caramel pools and drown in them. You could dedicate hours, entire days even, to studying Steve’s face and still be left breathless by his beauty. The soft light of the lamp by the bed casts a warm glow across his golden skin, highlighting the faintest freckles dotted over his nose as a perfect constellation. His thick lashes swoop with every slow blink, framing his eyes that crease softly at the corners when his smile widens. Your fingertip traces over the smooth blush skin of his lips, lingering on the delicate dip of his cupids bow. He’s perfect in every way.

You grip his shoulders tight, pulling him so you can feel those lips on yours, savouring the faint taste of strawberry lip balm. He kisses you hungrily, and you swallow his moans like they’re the oxygen you need to survive. Large hands grip your hips, squeezing the meat as he slowly thrusts into you. He barely pulls out, just rolls his hips back slightly before pressing into you and hitting the spot that has you seeing stars.

“Fuck, Steve.” You whine, your fingernails sinking into his skin, leaving tiny crescents in their wake.

Steve grins, loving every second of watching you fall apart beneath him.

A loud buzz distracts you, Steve’s phone shifting across the bedside table as it vibrates. You tilt your head back to the sound.

“Eyes on me baby.”

“B-but-“

“Just leave it.” Steve whispers, thrusting into you a little harder so you can’t help but let out a strangled cry. The buzzing ceases, and you slip seamlessly back into a hazy headspace, losing yourself in the warmth of Steve’s eyes, focusing on nothing but the smooth drag of his cock against your walls.

The phone rings again and Steve rolls his eyes.

“For fuck sake. Sorry honey, just gimme a minute.” He reaches up and snatches the phone. A photo of Eddie fills the screen, he’s trying to FaceTime. Steve goes to drop the phone.

“Steve don’t, that’s mean.” You tease.

“But we’re busy.” He grumbles.

“We can stop just for a minute.” You run your thumb over his pouting lips again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Steve sighs, complaining under his breath as he pulls out and flops down beside you. He swipes his thumb across the screen to answer the call.

“Hey my loves! I - wait. Wait!” Eddie’s bright smile falters when he sees you and Steve lying naked beside one another, your skin glowing with a thin layer of perspiration.

“Hey Eds.” You smile.

“Were you fucking?”

“No, we were making love.” Steve grins.

“Without me?!”

“Baby we can’t exactly do it with you right now can we?” You say with a laugh.

“I see how it is. I’ve been gone less than a week and you’ve forgotten about me already.” Eddie sulks.

“We haven’t forgotten about you silly boy!”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just pouts his lips and furrows his brows.

“Oh, are you feeling left out?” You coo, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“Yes.”

“Well you don’t have to be.” Steve says, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

Eddie catches on before you, laughing and shuffling down on his hotel bed. When he lowers the angle of his phone so you can see him pull himself out of his boxers, palming his hardening cock you get the idea.

“Oh.”

Steve leans over you, propping the phone up against the glass of water on the table. You lay back down, settling yourself in a position where Eddie can see.

“How’s that angle working for you Eddie?” Steve laughs.

“Well you’re not about to be a cinematographer anytime soon Stevie but it’ll do.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he drops back over you. He tilts your head towards the phone, giving him access to suck on the sensitive skin just below your ear. You feel his cock nudging at your entrance, and you shift your hips up, letting him sheathe himself into you in one thrust.

“Where were we?” Steve teases.

He begins the slow rock of his hips again, the high that was building before Eddie’s interruption creeping up on you once again.

“C’mon Steve, put some effort in.” Eddie mocks. You glance up at the phone, watching as he fists his cock, his hand twisting as he strokes himself, giving the occasional swipe of his thumb over the sensitive head.

“Fuck off Munson.” Steve bites back playfully. “We don’t always have to jackhammer her.”

“She loves it.”

“She loves this too.”

You giggle at their bickering, but the smile is wiped off your face when Steve reaches down between your bodies, his fingers working over your clit in a slow figure eight.

“Steve!” His name leaves your lips in a drawn out whine.

“Yeah? Just like that honey?”

“Uh huh. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop pretty girl. I’ve got you.”

You hear a moan from Steve’s phone, Eddie’s face flushed a delicate rose as he tugs on his length. He opens his dark eyes to see you looking and grins at you.

“You close pretty girl?” He pants.

A harsh snap of Steve’s hips leaves you unable to reply, instead you cry out loud enough to have Steve clamping his hand over your lips.

“Shh honey, you’ll wake the kids.” he chuckles, continuing to rut into you to stretch out your high.

“Oh fuck, how does she feel Steve?” Eddie groans, his fist now moving so fast the image blurs on the screen.

“So good. So f-fucking tight.” He replies, his eyes rolling back in his head. Your gut burns when they talk about you like you’re not even here, like you’re just a toy to use for their pleasure. You’re almost embarrassed to admit how much you love it.

Steve’s hips stutter as he spills inside you.

“Fuck. I l-love you Y/N. I fucking love you.” he gasps.

“I love you too.” You sigh, clinging to him as you feel his cock twitch.

Eddie moans so loud you pray for his neighbours sake that the hotel has thick walls. You and Steve both watch as he cums across his stomach, pearly spend glittering against his pale skin. He continues to pump his cock until the overstimulation is too much, whimpering as his head falls back against the pillows. He breathes deeply and brings the phone back up to his face, wearing a blissed out expression.

“Happy now?” You tease.

“Happy enough.” He pants. “You two will still have to make it up to me when I’m back.”

“We will.” Steve says. He slowly pulls out of you, grabbing his phone and laying beside you so you can cuddle up to him.

“Love you Eddie.”

“I love you too pretty girl. I love you both. So.. same time tomorrow night?”

Steve scoffs at his husbands wide grin.

“Yeah yeah, get some sleep handsome.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Night Eddie.”

Steve hangs up the call, throwing his phone back onto the table and wrapping both his arms around you.

“Steve?”

“Yeah honey.”

“I’ve been thinking. I’ve got an idea of how we could make it up to Eddie.”

Steve hooks his knuckle under your jaw and tilts your head back so he can look at you.

“You do? What might that be?”

You smile, butterflies fluttering rampantly in your stomach.

“Well….”

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Eddie’s due back late tonight. You and Steve decide to tell Isla a little white lie, saying that Daddy will be home in the morning. You know if you tell her the truth she’ll only insist on staying up to see him, making herself grumpy from the lack of sleep. You give her her goodnight kisses and smile fondly as Steve carries her up to bed.

In the kitchen you prepare Ben’s last bottle, cradling him in your arms as he eagerly sucks at the rubber teat.

By the time Steve comes back downstairs you’re sitting with Ben balanced on your knees, supporting his chest with one hand as you pat his back with the other.

“Oooh good boy, that was a big one!” You coo as he lets out a burp.

Steve kisses the top of your head as he makes his way across the kitchen, peering into the oven to check on the dinner he’s been carefully preparing.

“Did Isla go down okay?”

“Yeah, she was exhausted. She was asleep before I could even finish her story.”

Ben’s eyelids grow heavy, and satisfied that he’s got out all of his burps you scoop him up to take him to bed.

“Nighty night Dada.” You say softly, waving Ben’s little hand at Steve.

Upstairs you change Ben’s diaper and dress him in his little pjs. He’s asleep before you lay him down in his cot, and you stand watching him for a moment, stroking your knuckles across his soft cheeks. You creep out of his room and head back down to help Steve with dinner.

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You’re setting the table in the dining room, filling glasses with red wine when you hear voices from the hallway. You abandon the bottle, running out to see Steve and Eddie sharing a sweet kiss by the front door. When they pull apart Eddie sees you in the doorway and grins, running over to scoop you up in his arms. He kisses you hungrily, his tongue slipping into your mouth while his fingertips bruise your hips. You hum, winding your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his soft curls. You don’t want to let him pull away, your chest aching with longing despite finally having him back in your arms. Every night that he’s been gone you’ve dreamt of feeling his lips on yours again.

He eventually pulls back, but keeps his face close to you, brushing your noses together. You hold onto the front of his jacket, the worn leather soft beneath your fingertips.

“Hey baby. D’ya miss me?”

“Of course I did.” You reply, giving him another peck.

“I missed you too.” Eddie smiles. He sniffs the air, looking over your shoulder to the kitchen. “Something smells good.”

“Steve’s made dinner. It’s almost ready.”

“Good, I am starving!”

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You lean back in your chair, belly stuffed full of duck breast, balsamic glazed vegetables, and two large glasses of Pinot Noir. Eddie belches loudly beside you, and you swat at him with your napkin.

“What?” He laughs, mimicking your incredulous expression. “Just showing my appreciation for Stevie’s cooking!”

“You could just tell me you like it instead of belching like a pig.” Steve teases.

“Oh I see how it is! I’m barely gone two weeks and you two are as thick as thieves. Is that how it’s gonna be now, you both ganging up on me? You’re supposed to be making it up to me.”

“We are! Steve just cooked you a Michelin star worthy meal!”

“No offence to Steve but his cooking wasn’t really what I had in mind when I said I wanted you to make it up to me.” Eddie glides his tongue over his bottom lip and raises his brows at you.

You fake a yawn, stretching your arms up above your head.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty tired. Maybe we should just get an early night?”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

You give him a wink in return and he relaxes.

“Ed, you’ve been travelling all day, why don’t you go take a shower. Me and Y/N can wait for you in our room.” Steve says.

“Fine.” Eddie groans, pushing up from the table. “But if I get out of the bathroom and either of you are asleep, or you’ve started without me, I’ll be really upset.”

“Just go.” Steve laughs, swatting Eddie’s ass with his napkin as he passes.

You stand and reach for Eddie’s plate to stack on top of your own.

“Honey, don’t worry about any of that, I can sort it all in the morning.”

You nod, taking Steve’s outstretched hand and following up to the bedroom.

You can hear Eddie singing softly in the en-suite, his voice mixing with the hiss of the shower and the whir of the extractor fan.

You quickly shed your clothes, chucking them into the laundry basket in the corner of the room. Steve emerges from the closet, his own clothes discarded. He’s put on new underwear, forgoing his usual boxers for a pair of powder blue briefs, so snug they perfectly show off the impressive bulge underneath. He holds out a pale pink paper bag with black silk handles to you, and you take it from him, shaking the contents out onto the bed. You scoop up your new outfit, fingers tracing over the sheer lace, the colour matched exactly to Steve’s briefs. Hooking the bra around your rib cage, you spin it and lift the delicate straps up onto your shoulders. You adjust your breasts in the cups until they’re lifted just so, the fabric so thin that your nipples show faintly. Next you step into the matching panties, they offer little coverage, but you have to admit that they make your ass look incredible, like they were made just for you. The thin straps sit high on your hips, and a tiny pink bow sits just above your mons, identical to the bow between your breasts.

“Beautiful.” Steve murmurs, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. He rest his chin on you as his arms circle your waist, looking down at the final item from the bag still sitting on the bed sheets.

“You sure about this honey?”

“I’m sure Steve.” You spin in his arms, smiling up at him as you pull him in for a deep kiss.

You finish getting ready, taking one last look in the mirror before you settle at the foot of the bed.

You hear the water turning off in the shower, and the sound of the glass door sliding as Eddie steps out. Steve comes to sit beside you, the two of you kneeling facing the bathroom door. Steve takes one of your hands in his, the other you leave resting on your thigh. You exhale a shaky breath, your body buzzing with anticipation.

A few moments later the door swings open, steam spilling out into the bedroom. Eddie steps into the room, a towel hung loose around his hips, his curls fluffy from where he’s roughly dried them. You feel a throbbing in your core as you drink in the sight of him, his smooth skin glowing in the soft light of the bedroom, the fine hairs on his chest smoothed down and leading to a trail on his belly that disappears under the towel.

“What the-“

Eddie’s mouth hangs agape as his round eyes dart between you and Steve, waiting on your knees for him.

“Welcome home handsome.” Steve smiles, giving your fingers a little squeeze.

“Fuck me.”

You giggle at Eddie’s exclamation, sucking in a sharp breath when he steps forward and cups your cheek in his hand. You tilt your head and leave a kiss on his palm, your eyes locked with his which are rapidly darkening as his pupils blow.

“Can we show you just how much we missed you?” You ask sweetly.

Eddie gulps and nods his head. For once he’s lost for words. He pulls away the towel, letting it fall to the floor behind him. He moves to take his hardening cock in his hand, but Steve brushes him away, wrapping his own fist around the thick length and stroking slowly.

You lean forwards, keeping your eyes on Eddie’s face as you leave a trail of kisses across his thighs and hips, your tongue laving across his soft skin.

He groans lowly, his eyes falling closed as Steve wraps his plump lips around the tip of Eddie’s cock, suckling at the hot skin while his hand continues to work the rest.

You press open mouth kisses up Steve’s neck and along his jaw. He pulls off of Eddie’s cock with a lewd pop, letting you move in and take him in your mouth. You open your mouth wider, letting Eddie press in further as your tongue slides across the thick vein on the underside. You relax your throat and let him slip in until your nose is buried in the curls at his base. Breathing through your nose you can smell the subtle musk of his skin mixed with his body wash, and you moan, Eddie matching your sounds as he feels the vibrations in your throat. His hand grips tightly on your hair, and with the other he knots his fingers in Steve’s tresses, encouraging him down as he dips to lick at the velvety skin of Eddie’s balls.

“Fuck, fuck! Stop.” Eddie gasps, pulling out of your mouth quickly.

You look up at him, blinking away the tears formed on your lash line.

“I can’t cum yet. Shit.”

“No you can’t.” Steve agrees, standing and pulling you up with him. “Not until you’ve seen the rest of your surprise.”

“There’s more? What is it?” Eddie says breathlessly.

“If we told you it wouldn’t be a surprise would it?” You smile. Eddie chuckles as he pulls you in for a kiss. His hands move under your ass and he lifts you off your feet, throwing you back onto the bed. He grabs Steve and kisses him hungrily, pushing him back until he falls down next to you.

Eddie stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes roaming across your bodies. He looks like he doesn’t know where to start.

You slip one strap of your bra down off your shoulder slowly, then the other. Steve slides his hand beneath you and undoes the hooks so you shimmy the clothing off. Eddie grins salaciously, clambering over you on the bed and grabbing at your breasts eagerly. He rolls one nipple between his calloused fingers, taking the other in his mouth and sucking until your back arches away from the mattress.

“Missed you Eddie.” You whine.

“Missed you too sweet girl.” He says, the words muffled by your chest. You kiss Steve sweetly as Eddie makes his way down your body. He nips the waistband of your panties between his teeth, dragging them down slowly until they’re around your ankles. Steve sits up smirking, anticipating Eddie’s reaction when he discovers his surprise.

Eddie looks up at you as he takes hold of your calves, pressing your legs up towards your chest so you’re spread open for him. When he looks back down at your core you can’t help but giggle as his eyes widen in shock and his mouth hangs open once again.

“I - I. What is..”

“Surprise.”

Steve shuffles down to get a look, the pretty pink gem of the plug twinkling in the low lights where it sits between your cheeks.

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He’d been hesitant when you’d told him your idea, not wanting you to feel pressured into anything. Once you’d assured him that yes, you were 100% sure that you wanted to do this, he’d agreed.

Over the next week Steve had eased you in, starting the evening after your FaceTime call interruption. He’d teased your cunt with his fingers until you were shaking and begging for mercy, then finally dipped down, using your slick as lube as he slowly pressed into you. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant, and Steve had been exceptionally patient, checking in with you constantly, eyes locked on your face for any signs of discomfort. Over the following nights he’d got you more used to the feeling, working you up to take more of his fingers. And finally, two nights ago you’d gone all the way, laying back as Steve spread lube over his cock, with a squirt on your hole just in case. You’d gasped when you felt his tip breach the entrance of your ass, hands fisting the sheets beneath you as you breathed deep, forcing your muscles to relax.

“There we go honey. Just breath, you’re doing so good for me.” Steve murmured, kneading your thighs in his hands.

“M-more.” You pleaded, reaching out to him. He held you hands tight as he inched in further, his movements slow and deliberate until finally he was buried inside of you.

“Are you okay?”

“M’fine. You can move.”

“You sure honey?”

“Please.”

Steve’s movements were gentle, his brows furrowed in concentration as he held himself back.

“Is it - is it okay for you?” You asked softly.

“More than okay honey. You’re fucking perfect you know that?”

Your body burned with the praise, the discomfort you’d been feeling fading into pleasure.

When Steve slipped two fingers into your dripping pussy you were a goner, cumming so hard you thought you’d black out.

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Eddie is uncharacteristically silent. You’re starting to worry, it wasn’t exactly the reaction you’d been expecting.

“Eddie, are you okay?” You whisper.

His dark eyes flit up to your face, and he gives you a smile so wide it soothes your nerves instantly.

“I’m okay Y/N. Want to let me in on whatever it is you and Steve have been planning?”

You blush, feeling more nervous about articulating what you want rather than the act itself.

“I w-want. I want to feel you both. At the same time.”

“Fuck.” Eddie groans. “Fuck I was hoping you were gonna say that.”

You laugh, all tension leaving your body as your head falls back against the pillows.

Eddie climbs back up the bed, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

“So how are we doing this?” He asks. Steve lays down in the centre of the bed.

“C’mere honey.” He whispers to you, and you quickly crawl out from under Eddie, straddling over Steve’s lap.

“You ready for me?”

“Yeah. M’ready.”

You reach between your bodies, taking Steve’s cock in your hand and angling him against your pussy. You sink down slowly, moaning as he stretches you until he bottoms out. You’re used to his length now, not needing time to adjust before you begin to bounce up and down, mewling as he nudges against your sweet spot each time.

“E-Eddie.” You whimper, looking around for the curly haired boy.

“I’m here baby.” He murmurs from behind you, his lips brushing up the side of your neck.

“I want you too.”

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes I’m sure!” you surprise yourself with the impatience in your voice and Steve laughs.

“Someone’s eager.”

“Okay okay, I’ve got you baby. Just lay forwards for me.”

You stop your movements, laying down across Steve’s chest, his cock still buried in your heat.

You feel calloused fingers tips brush over the globes of your ass, until they reach the plug.

“M’gonna take this out now, okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie gently pulls the plug out from you, and you whimper at the sudden emptiness you feel.

“You’re okay, you’re okay.” He coos, pressing a kiss to your lower back, his stubble grazing your skin.

You hear the squelch of lube as Eddie squeezes a dollop onto your tight hole, the coolness making you shiver. The fat head of his cock presses against you, collecting the slick, and in your impatience you attempt to rock back against him, but his firm hands on your ass cheeks stop you.

“Slow down baby. We’ve got all night, need to take it slow okay?”

“Okay.” You sigh. Your cheek rests against the soft hairs on Steve’s chest, as he gently cradles the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair.

Eddie presses in, letting the tip of his cock slide into you. It stings, you’re still not quite used to the sensation, especially with Steve simultaneously stretching out your cunt.

“More?” Eddie asks.

“More. Please.”

He moves once again until he’s halfway in. Your face contorts in pain, your bottom lip clamped so hard between your teeth you think you might break the skin.

“Ed.” Steve warns.

“You okay baby? Do you want me to stop?” You feel him go to pull out and reach a hand behind you desperately to stop him.

“No no! J-just need a minute.”

“Okay. Take all the time you need.” He whispers, linking his fingers with yours.

You try to steady your breathing, willing your muscles to relax. Steve coos to you while Eddie rubs your back.

“Good girl honey. You’re doing so good for us.”

The praise makes you melt, and soon enough the stinging pain is dissolving into pleasure. You feel so full, but you’re greedy for more.

“Eddie, please. Want all of it.”

“I’ll go slow. Almost there baby, almost.”

Finally Eddie bottoms out, and you gasp as his pelvis sits flush against your ass.

“Oh shit.” You whimper.

“Good oh shit or bad oh shit?” Eddie smirks, already knowing the answer from the smile on Steve’s face as he looks down at you.

“Good. S-so good. Need you to move, please.”

Eddie inches out slowly, then rocks back into you. You mewl, feeling his cock glide against your tight walls.

“Fuck, Steve. I can feel you. I can f-feel you in her.” Eddie groans, his blunt fingernails digging harder into your hips.

“Harder Eddie please.”

“You sure you can take it baby? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I need it. I can take it I promise.”

You cry out when Eddie responds with a harsher snap of his hips. It’s enough to have you shifting up Steve’s body, causing his cock to drag inside your cunt at the same time.

The room fills with a chorus of moans, a sinful orchestra of your own making. Eddie holds back, his thrusts still hard but at a slower pace than usual. The two men move in perfect synch, Eddie’s cock inching out as Steve’s slides in. Your body is slick with sweat, your hair clinging to your face, and Steve brushes his hand across your damp forehead to get it out of your eyes.

“Beautiful girl. Our beautiful girl.”

“M’yours. All yours.” You whine in response.

The familiar burning in your belly begins, the coil winding tighter and tighter with each thrust. With your arms wrapped around Steve’s neck press your face against his chest, the soft hairs tickling your lips as you gasp for breath. Your release hits you like a freight train, so powerful that the air is knocked from your lungs. You fall limp into Steve’s arms, crying out as your body trembles and spasms. The brightest stars explode and burn behind your closed lids, every nerve ending in your body set alight.

“Jesus H Christ” Eddie spits through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna cum. S-shit, baby where? Where do you want it?”

“Inside. Both of you inside.” You pant between heaving breaths.

Eddie’s movements falter and he lets out a loud groan as he spills inside you. Steve follows soon after, pulling down on your hips to bury himself as deep as he can manage, making sure not a single drop of his release is wasted.

You lay between your partners, Eddie’s weight over your back pressing you into Steve. He kisses your shoulder before sitting up, and slowly lets his softening cock slip out of you.

You’re too tired to even whine at the loss. Steve pats your hips in a signal to lift of him, but you’re completely spent, lacking the energy to slide off his lap. Instead he wraps his arms across your back, gently rolling over until you’re underneath him, and he can pull himself out.

“How you feeling baby?” Eddie whispers, his hands massaging your shaking thighs.

“Good. M’tired though.”

He laughs, leaning over you to kiss your cheeks.

“I bet you are. You gonna let me and Steve take care of you?”

You nod. The boys each grab a clean pair of boxers to put on, then Steve collects Eddie’s discarded towel and wraps it around you. He scoops you up and carries you bridal style through to the master bath, Eddie following close behind. You head drops back over Steve’s arm, your muscles still to weak to support you. You look at Eddie upside down, his dopey, lovestruck smile matching yours.

Steve sits down on the toilet seat lid, still holding you close to his chest, murmuring sweet words in your ear as he kisses your neck. Eddie fills the tub, pouring in soaps and oils until the bubbles threaten to overflow, and the room fills with steam and the sweet scent of lavender.

Steve pulls the towel away from you and stands, moving to lower you into the tub. You whine, tightening your grip around the back of his neck.

“Okay, okay. Can you stand for a minute honey?”

“I think so.”

He carefully lowers you to the ground, and Eddie holds out a hand to steady you as your legs shake. Steve quickly kicks off his boxers and steps into the tub, reaching out for you to climb in.

You sink down into the water, feeling the heat immediately soothe your aching muscles. Steve spreads his legs either side of you, encouraging you to lay back against his chest.

They treat you like a princess, like you’re something precious and fragile. Eddie perches on the edge of the tub, gently lifting your limbs from the water one by one to exfoliate them with a sudsy loofah. Steve scoops water up over your hair, then works in your shampoo and conditioner, massaging your scalp and shielding your eyes with one hand as he rinses out the product. With a clean wash cloth in hand Eddie dips his arm into the water, carefully wiping between your legs. You whimper as the fabric brushes over your sensitive skin, and he murmurs apologies, leaning up to kiss your forehead.

Once you’re clean you continue to lay for a while longer, savouring the warmth and the feeling of being so doted on. You smile up at Eddie, and you’re surprised to find him looking sad, his eyes wide with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just.. you know we don’t just want you for this right? You d-don’t feel like we just use you for sex?”

“What on Earth are you talking about? Of course I don’t think that!”

“We love you so much Y/N. I just don’t want you to think that we just want to sleep with you. You did all this for us, for me because I said you needed to make it up to me. And I didn’t really mean that, it’s just my weird sense of humour and I-“

“Eddie.” You say softly, cutting off his spiralling thoughts. You take his hand in yours, your pruney fingertips dancing across his palm.

“I know. I know you love me, not just for this. I want to do these things with you because I love you both too.”

Relief floods his face, and he brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.

“Good. You ready to get out now?”

“Please. I think I’m even more tired now.” You smile.

He stands up, holding his hands out to you.

“Come on then baby, let’s get you to bed.”

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“Y/N, honey. Why don’t you sit down?” Steve says softly, patting the space beside him on the couch. You’ve been pacing back and forth across the living room for the last five minutes, unable to sit still, it’s a wonder you haven’t worn a hole in the carpet beneath your feet. You snatch Eddies wrist as you pass him, holding his arm up to look at his Casio. 11:34. They should have been here by now.

“Baby, it’s okay.” Eddie says, taking hold of your hand around his wrist and pulling you to him.

You know they’re both putting on a brave face, they’re just as anxious as you. Steve’s legs haven’t stopped bouncing since he sat down, and Eddie’s been fiddling with his rings all morning, twirling the thick silver bands around his fingers. He’s clearly trying to make a good impression. His wild curls are pulled back into a neat bun, his jeans are free of the usual rips at the knees, and he’s even shaved. You’d pouted for most of the morning when you’d seen his clean cheeks and jaw, kissing the smooth skin and missing the familiar scratch of his stubble.

Your mom and Wayne were on their way over to talk. Nancy and Robin had graciously offered to take the kids off your hands for a few hours, giving you all the space you needed. While Robin strapped the kids into the back of her car, Nancy’s dainty fingers had found yours, giving you a small squeeze.

“You’re going to be fine babe. You’ll get it all worked out.”

You hoped she was right, but you couldn’t shake the dread that weighed down in your chest.

What if it didn’t all work out? What if you and your mom couldn't move passed your differences? You knew you could never walk away from Eddie and Steve, but could you really accept never having your own mother in your life again?

The doorbell rings, shaking you out of your thoughts. The two boys share a nervous look before standing up from the couch. Steve takes your hand as you both follow Eddie to the front door.

“Ready?” Eddie whispers, his hand resting on the handle.

You release a deep breath, feeling your chest shudder.

“M’ready.”

Eddie opens the door, revealing your mom and Wayne standing on the doorstep. Her fingers are interlaced with his, her knuckles white from how tight she clings to him. You notice her eyes drop to where Steve holds your own hand in a similarly tight grip.

“Mornin’ boys. Y/N.” Wayne says, his gruff voice softened with a kind smile.

“Hey Wayne. Ms Y/L/N.” Eddie says, his voice more timid than usual. Your Mom gives the three of you a small nod, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“C-come in.”

Eddie steps aside for them both to enter. They kick off their shoes, Wayne’s tattered boots side by side with your mother’s perfectly polished pumps. An unbearably awkward silence stretches out, and you press yourself into Steve’s side, wishing you could disappear and hide beneath the soft cashmere of his sweater. He clears his throat, tilting his head back towards the kitchen.

“I’ll uh - make us all a coffee.”

You all walk in silence, Eddie resting his hand on the small of your back. In the kitchen you and Eddie sit opposite your mom and Wayne as Steve pours coffee and cream into five mugs. You keep your eyes locked firmly on a spot on the kitchen island, and Eddie does the same. You can feel your mothers eyes on you, but you daren’t look up at her face.

She murmurs a thanks as Steve places her coffee in front of her, quickly retreating back to the seat beside you. The quiet drags on, the only sounds the faint hum of the washing machine in the utility room, and everyone taking small sips of their drinks.

“I.. I um, was thinking-“ you tense at your mom’s voice, your coffee cup shaking so hard in your hands that the rich brown liquid threatens to spill over the top.

“I’d like to talk to Eddie and Steve, alone. Before we all talk together. I-if that’s okay?”

“Of course Ms Y/L/N.” Steve says, giving her a kind smile.

You’re surprised to see a flicker of a smile on her lips.

“You can just call me Jane.”

Steve nods.

“Y/N.”

You look up at Wayne as he slides off his stool.

“Shall we give them a moment alone?”

“S-sure.”

You stand up, gently running your fingers along Eddie’s back and giving a small squeeze to Steve’s shoulder, before following Wayne out the doors into the back yard.

The usual January chill is lessened by the bright sun that washes over the garden. When you take a seat on the patio, the sun glows over your back, wrapping you in a warmth that feels like a gentle hug. Wayne slowly lowers himself into the chair beside you, wincing a little from the pain in his back. He slips a pack of Camels from his jacket pocket, chucking them down on the table as he digs around for his lighter. You watch as he cups a large hand around the flame, shielding it from the slight breeze.

“Wayne?”

“Yeah darlin’?” He mumbles, voice muffled as he keeps the cigarette pinched between his teeth.

“D-do you mind if I..?” You stammer, nodding at the pack.

He chuckles, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening.

“Go for it darlin’. Just don’t tell your mother I gave it to you.”

“I won’t.” You smile back, helping yourself to a cigarette. Wayne hands you his lighter, and you lean back in the chair as you exhale a steady grey cloud, the nicotine calming at least a small portion of your nerves. You rest your wrist on the edge of the table, the cigarette shaking between your trembling fingers.

“You alright?”

You look into Wayne’s pale eyes, finding nothing but concern and kindness.

“Just nervous.” You say, flicking your ash into the small tray in the centre of the table. “I’m worried about what she’s going to say to them.”

“I don’t think she’ll give em a hard time darlin’. She just wants what’s best for you.”

“She doesn’t know what’s best for me Wayne.”

“Maybe she doesn’t. But it’s hard to be a parent, there’s no rule book for you to follow. Christ, I know I made plenty of mistakes with Eddie. You just do the best you can, and you don’t always get it right.”

You mull over his words, looking out over the back yard. The swing set sits neglected, it had been too cold recently to play outside with the kids. It was similar to the set you’d had back home, all those years ago when you still lived in Indianapolis. When your dad was still around.

Not that he’d been around much for the last year of you living in that house. He was always out, leaving before you woke up and often getting home long after you’d gone to bed, if he came home at all. He was working, that was always his excuse, and every time your mom expressed her desire for him to be home more he’d act like a victim, saying that he was putting in extra hours to keep a roof over your heads. In reality he was screwing his secretary, and when he got her pregnant he moved out, playing happy families with her and your new half-brother. Your mom moved the two of you to Hawkins, needing the support of her family to help raise you as she went back to work full time. She never once complained, working long hours at the hospital, only to come home and clean the house, make dinner, help you with your homework. Your dad had completely checked out, his weekly phone calls becoming two weekly, then monthly. Eventually he stopped bothering at all.

It was just you and mom against the world. When you got older and less dependent on her, spending more of your free time out of the house with your friends, you’d thought she might start dating again. But she never did. Guilt swirls with the smoke in your lungs, choking you as you realise just how selfish you’ve been. Your mom didn’t really have anyone besides you. She shouldn’t have said such cruel things to you the last time you saw her, but still, you hadn’t been fair to her either. You were both at fault.

“Wayne?”

‘Mhmm?”

“Thank you. For being there for my mom.”

“You don’t need to thank me darlin’. Jane’s a special woman, I’m lucky to have her.”

You reach out for Wayne’s hand, squeezing his calloused fingertips as tears well in your eyes.

The glass door slides open and Eddie and Steve step out onto the patio. You and Wayne look up at them expectantly. Neither of them look upset, in fact they both seem more relaxed than they were fifteen minutes ago.

“How did it go?” You ask quietly.

“Good honey, it went good.” Steve says, flashing you a handsome smile.

“Really?”

“Really.” Eddie says, stealing one of Wayne’s cigarettes. Before he lights it he walks around the table to you, placing a wet kiss on your cheek.

“Why don’t you go in and talk to her baby?” He murmurs against your ear.

You sigh, pushing your chair back from the table. You stand on shaking legs, slowly making your way to the door. You slide it closed behind you, lingering with your eyes on the door handle, not brave enough to turn and face your mom who sits waiting for you.

“Y/N?”

You slowly spin in place, looking at your mom properly for the first time since she’s arrived. She looks tired, the shadows under her eyes darker than usual, her shoulders round and slumped. She fiddles nervously with her coffee cup, her fingers tracing up and down the smooth porcelain.

You take a seat opposite her, swallowing a sip of your discarded coffee, now luke warm.

“H-how have you been?” She asks quietly.

“Okay. I’m okay. How are you?”

“I’m alright. As alright as I can be I suppose.”

You nod, not knowing what to say next.

“I’ve really missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. A lot.” You admit, your voice wobbling. You bite down on your lip, your coffee cup blurring in front of your watery eyes.

“Baby girl.” She says softly.

It’s enough for the dam to burst. You stifle a sob as the tears spill freely down your cheeks.

“Y/N,” she whispers, her own voice shaking now. “C-can I hold you?”

You nod, and in an instant she’s making her way around the island, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You press your face into her chest, shaking as you cry, clinging to her like Isla clings to you when she wakes from a nightmare or when she falls and scuffs her knees.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” She coos, stroking your hair and holding you tighter. You breathe in deeply, the familiar warmth of her body and the sweet smell of her perfume worsening the ache in your chest. Fuck, you’ve really missed her.

Your mom tilts your head back to look up at her, gently wiping her fingers over your tear stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry for everything.”

“N-no mom. I’m sorry. I s-shouldn’t have just left like that. I j-just didn’t know what to do.” You stammer.

“I know. It’s alright, it’s all going to be alright.”

She takes a seat beside you, holding your hands tightly.

“The boys have been taking care of you?” She asks.

“Yes. They’re so good to me.”

She smiles softly, blinking away the tears on her lash line.

“I thought so. I can tell just how much they care about you.”

“W-what happened? When you spoke to them?”

“We talked about you. About what their intentions are, I just needed to know that this was serious for them. I didn’t want you getting hurt. But it’s obvious how much they love you, they talk about you like you put all the stars in the sky.”

You smile, a warmth filling your chest that soothes the ache of your guilt.

“I want to explain, if that’s okay. W-why I reacted the way I did.”

“Okay.” You whisper.

“I think I knew really, even before Lucy’s mom said anything. I knew something was.. different, about your relationship with them both. I could see it in the way they looked at you on Christmas Eve, and in the way you were whenever you spoke about them. You’d get this dreamy look in your eyes. But once I knew that it was real, I panicked. This isn’t exactly what you dream about for your little girl. I know it sounds silly, b-but I always hoped you’d find someone perfect for you, that you’d get married, have children, grow old with someone. It was hard for me to see how they could give you that. The age gap concerned me. And obviously it’s an.. unusual set up. You know me, I don’t have a problem with the two of them together, it was just hard for me to understand how you fit into this.”

“I know mom. I can appreciate it was hard for you to wrap your head around.”

“It was. But I’ve spoken to Wayne about it a lot, and he really reassured me. I know that Eddie and Steve are good, decent men. I know they don’t want to hurt you. I - I still don’t fully understand, but maybe it’s not my place to understand. I just need to support you. And I do, I just want you to be happy, that’s all I’ve ever wanted Y/N.”

“I am happy mom. They make me happier than I’ve ever been. B-but I still need you.”

“Then you’ve got me.” She says, squeezing your hands harder. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be your mom, and I’ll always be here for you sweetheart. No matter what. And if Eddie and Steve make you happy then that’s all I can really ask for.”

The two of you smile at one another, both now crying, but they’re happier tears. You feel the weight lifting off your shoulders, knowing that you don’t have to choose between the men you love and the family you’ve always known. You get to have both.

“I have to say, you’re a lucky girl.” your mom whispers, a teasing lilt to her voice.

“They’re very handsome boys.”

You giggle, rolling your eyes at her.

“They are, aren’t they? Just don’t tell them that, Eddie’s ego is big enough as it is.”

Your mom laughs, standing to pull you in for another hug.

“Wayne’s handsome too.” You grin up at her, raising your eyebrows.

She blushes deeply, pushing you away playfully.

“Yes he is. And he’s a good man. He’s been kind to me.”

“Good. You deserve it mom. You deserve to be happy.”

She tenderly cups your cheek.

“Thank you sweetheart. I guess we’re both lucky.”

“We are.”

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When the men come back inside it’s like all the tension you’ve been carrying these last few weeks evaporates. The five of you sit in the living room, sipping fresh coffee and catching up, Eddie probing your mom and Wayne for details on their dates. Wayne smiles shyly as your mom recounts their lunches out, strolls in the park, lazy evenings curled up in front of the TV. You watch her, admiring a look in her eyes you haven’t seen since you were a child, back when her and your dad were still happily married. You think she just might be falling in love.

A while later you hear the click of the front door opening, and the sound of hurried tiny footsteps as Isla comes bounding into the room.

She leaps onto her uncles lap, shyly burying her face into his shirt when your mom says hi to her. Nance and Robin walk in a moment later, the latter gently swinging Ben’s car seat as he giggles away happily. Charlie stands beside Nancy, his fingers gripping the hem of her skirt. The girls smile at the cozy sight of you all sitting together, the reconciliation an obvious success.

“Hi guys.” Nancy says brightly, taking a seat on the spare couch.

“Hey girls. The kids didn’t give you too much trouble did they?” Steve asks.

“Nah, they were angels as always.” Robin grins, putting Ben’s carrier down at your feet.

“Isla was an angel? I don’t believe that for a second.” Eddie teases, leaning over to tickle her ribs. She squeals, pushing her Daddy’s hand away as she nestles herself between Wayne and your mom.

You unclip the straps holding Ben into his seat and scoop him up, bouncing him on your knee. He claps his pudgy hands together, babbling away incoherently, blinking up at you as if willing you to understand what he’s saying.

“Oh, is that right? That’s very interesting.” You coo, and he smiles and chatters some more. You catch your moms eye, she’s watching you fondly as you fuss over the boy on your lap, and you know her well enough to know that she’s thinking maybe you do still get to have the family life she dreamed of for you, even if it’s a little different.

“Have you guys eaten? I could make us all some lunch?” Steve offers.

“That’d be nice. Charlie do you want to stay and play with Isla for a little longer?” Nancy says.

The ever quiet boy nods.

“I got a new tea set for Christmas. You wanna play with that?” Isla grins, jumping down from the couch. Charlie stands, following her as she runs out of the room and the the stairs to her bedroom.

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You sit at the vanity table, a new addition to the room that Steve had put together while Eddie was away. Scooping night cream from its glass jar, you smooth the cool cream over your cheeks and forehead, making sure to bring it down to your neck and chest. You’re exhausted, but content, the day having gone better than you could have hoped for.

Chewing on sandwiches thrown together from whatever was left in the fridge the day before grocery shopping, you’d sat back in your chair admiring the scene before you. Your mom sat side by side with Wayne, a blissfully happy Ben bouncing on her knee as she eagerly asked Nancy her work at The Hawkins Post. Robin and Steve stood shoulder to shoulder, leaning by the porcelain sink. They were gossiping in hushed whispers about an ex-girlfriend of Robin who coincidentally was now dating an ex-girlfriend of Steve. The two giggled like bitchy high schoolers, heads bumping together as they scrolled through the Instagram page of Robins former lover. Over their shoulders, through the large window above the sink you could see Eddie. He was chasing Isla and Charlie across the lawn, hunched low with his arms dragging along the ground beside him, his face pulled into a playful sneer as he snapped and snarled like a monster. Isla squealed and giggled, her high pitched screams ringing out as she ran from her Daddy, only pausing to grab the hand of a terrified looking Charlie and drag him up to safety at the top of the jungle gym.

It had struck you then how easy it was, how natural it all felt. To have your mom here in your new home, your old life and the new all seamlessly blended together.

Back in the quiet peace of your shared bedroom, Eddie steps up behind you and presses a kiss to your shoulder, looking at you in the mirror.

“Hey pretty girl.”

“Hey pretty boy.”

Eddie’s cheeks flush pink and he grins, pulling some of his curls across his face bashfully.

Me? He mouths. You nod and giggle at him.

“You hear that Stevie? Y/N thinks I’m the pretty boy.”

“Is that so?” Steve says, pulling his shirt up over his head.

“I think you’re both pretty.”

“Yeah but she thinks I’m prettier.” Eddie teases.

You roll your eyes at him as you get up from the stool. You dress in an old tshirt of Eddie’s and a pair of Steve boxers, both of which have been commandeered as your sleep clothes.

You clamber into the bed beside Eddie, snuggling down into the soft sheets as his arms wind around your waist and pull you closer.

The mattress dips as Steve lays down the other side of you, his large hands coming to rest over Eddie’s.

“How are you feeling honey?” Steve murmurs, his face lost in your hair.

“Good.” You whisper to the ceiling, a slow smile spreading over your face. “M’really happy.”

“I’m glad.” he whispers back, moving up to place a kiss to your cheek.

“You still haven’t told me what my mom said to you.”

You roll onto your side to face Steve, Eddie clinging to your back and hooking his chin over your shoulder.

“We were fucking bricking it.” Eddie laughs, the vibration from his chest reverberating on your back.

“But she was nice.” Steve smiles. “She apologised to us both, and said she wanted to apologise to you. We told her she didn’t owe us an apology, we understood why she was upset.”

“I’m glad she apologised though.”

“Yeah, it was nice of her. She did grill us a bit, asked us what our intentions were with you.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry.” You groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“Don’t be silly sweet girl.” Eddie says, pulling your hands away. “She’s just looking out for you, we get that.”

“So w-what did you tell her. What are you.. intentions?”

Steve blushes, avoiding your eyes for a moment as he fiddles with a loose thread on the duvet.

“We told her that we love you.” Eddie says softly, his arms tightening around you.

Steve nods.

“We did. We told her that we hadn’t intended for this to happen, we didn’t set out to.. I don’t know, seduce you or anything.” You giggle at the way he cringes.

“It just happened because we’re so damn irresistible.”

“Ed shut up!” Steve scoffs without venom. “We told her we just fell in love with you, and by some miracle you felt the same way. We said that we know everything’s moved quickly, but we really, really love you, and we want you to be part of our life. Part of our family.”

Your body feels warm, his words bathing you in the soft glow of sunshine.

“And she understood. She said she’s happy, as long as we all are. As long as you are. And she said she trusts us. She knows we’ll do right by you.”

“I know you will too.” You murmur, bringing Steve’s hand to your face so you can gently kiss his knuckles.

“You’re it for us baby. We don’t ever want to be without you.” Eddie whispers.

“You won’t be. I’ll always be here, as long as you want me.”

“Sounds like you’re ours forever then.” He grins, placing a kiss to the juncture of your neck.

Forever. You like the sound of that.

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Ozzy Munson | Eddie Munson fic

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: When paired together for a project you think it’ll be the end of the world, and at one point it feels like it is, but then it turns out to be the best thing that ever happened to you

Word count - 19,507

Warnings - angst, language?, mean reader at times

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Everyone knew when the dreaded baby fortnight of health class was coming. It was like a legend amongst the seniors this time of year, reiterating all the past stories they’d heard from those older about how terrible it was.

It was all your friends could seem to talk about as you waited for the first bell of the morning to ring. You were all just lingering in the hall, nearby your class. You hated that they kept reminding you of what was to come when that bell did ring. In your class there was only you and Chrissy, your fellow cheerleaders weren’t supposed to start their assignments until later in the day. You supposed at least you could get it out of the way.

The conversation came to a sudden end when a certain individual started to make his way down the hall. Eddie Munson was a fiend when it came to the cheerleaders at Hawkins. “Ladies,” he greeted, flashing you all his infamous smirk.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing under your breath. He was ridiculous, you seriously couldn’t stand him. And he’d noticed. “Y/N, glad I could make you smile,” he teased. “I’ve really missed seeing any emotion other than bitchy on your face.”

He managed to get on your every last nerve and you had no idea how he did it. It was like a talent he had. Or maybe it was just because you’d known one another for so long. But it seriously irritated you no matter what it was, and you swore that one day you would figure out how to put a stop to it, even if it consisted of humiliating him so bad that he just could never face you again.

“Go to hell, Munson.”

“Only if I see you there. But for now, I guess I’ll have to get by with seeing you in class.”

The little minions of his, that were in his club, joined him, telling him it wasn’t worth it to get into it with you. They practically had to pull him away from the confrontation. If there was one thing he could manage, it was to take things too far with you all. If the basketball team found out and got involved, he would truly be screwed. So they always came to save the day.

You were incredibly grateful when he left, apparently less so than your friends who couldn’t stop discussing the encounter and his disgusting presence for the next fifteen minutes until the bell rang.

Once in the class, it was easy to zone out when the man was droning on. You got the basic idea he was presenting, take care of the fake baby and its fake needs, work together with your partner, get graded at the end based on how well you did. A very simple concept. It didn’t need such a long winded explanation.

You only came back to it when partners were mentioned. You hoped he would give you the choice to pick your own, but of course if he wanted his students to pass then that was a terrible idea. He also didn’t feel like making it unfairly easy for some. Within this class, you had a pretty terrible grade, unlike some, and the man knew you would surely only pair yourself with one of your friends who could do the work for you and bring that grade up. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

You felt like you were holding your breath as you waited for your teacher to call your name alongside your designated partners. It was awful when he wouldn’t let you pick your own, this class wasn’t exactly swarming with your friends. There were more people than not that you didn’t want to be friends with.

“Y/L/N and Munson…”

You could have sworn your heart dropped in that moment. Of all the people in the room, he and his little band of freaks were probably the ones you wanted to stay away from the most. He was the worst of it though. It wasn’t your fault that he had such a distaste for jocks, or jocks had a distaste for him, that had begun long before you became a cheerleader. But it was easy to fall into the roles of disliking one another because of where you were in the schools ‘social hierarchy’.

He turned around in his seat at the front of the class with a wide grin on his face. He didn’t love the idea of working with you, you’ve made his life hell before– well, more-so your friends than you– but he was going to look forward to making this tough on you.

He flashed you a wink, to which you rolled your eyes and scowled at him. You really didn’t want him to know that he was getting to you.

As soon as everyone was partnered up, he made you all move into seats beside your ‘fellow parent’ so he could hand out the fake babies. Ever the gentleman (clear sarcasm) he made you move seats right to the front, refusing to do any of the work himself. “This is gonna be a fun couple of weeks, don’t you think sweetheart?” he teased.

“Fuck off, Munson.”

You could hear him laughing to himself at the knowledge he’d riled you up already. It really was painfully easy to do so. Your arms were crossed over your chest, slouching in your seat as you called him a million and one different insults in your head. There was laughing from a couple desks over, and when you looked over your shoulder you noticed Chrissy, giggling to herself at the interaction. With a swift middle finger, you took to ignoring her, repeating over and over in your head how much you hated Eddie Munson.

“Eddie,” Mr Guillermo announced, capturing the boy’s attention as the baby was passed to him. His eyes flickered between the two of you, and you were sure you could see something menacing behind his gaze, he knew what he was doing when he paired you up. “I’m expecting good things from you. Not like you haven’t done this before, and I’m sure you’ll do it again.”

Eddie saluted the man. “I keep coming back only for this assignment, Mr G. How’d you know?” Part of you wanted to laugh, and you hated yourself for it.

He ignored those words, entirely. “I even made sure to give you the same one. Seeing as you’re pretty well acquainted already.”

“Ozzy! Oh how I missed him.”

Mr Guillermo decided he was bored entertaining the kid, moving on to hand out the next child to the couple behind you both. All you had to do for him to hand it over was hold out your hand. He thought it was a little prissy that you just expected to get what you wanted by holding out your hand, but there he was doing it anyway. It allowed you to get a good look at the robotic baby, up close now rather than from afar in Eddie’s arms. It was a lot more creepy looking now than before.

“You named it Ozzy?” you asked. “Like Osbourne?”

He scoffed, though he was actually really impressed you knew who that was. “Yes. And he’s not an ‘it’, he’s a baby. How are you expecting to pass this class if you’re calling your child an it, mom.” He was already taking the assignment much too seriously, and you had no idea how you were supposed to make it through till the end— even if it was only two weeks— without tearing your hair out.

“This is gonna be unbearable,” you muttered under your breath, turning in your seat so you could glare at him. “First of all, don’t call me mom. Second of all, Mr G made it pretty clear this is a partnered project. If I want a good grade, I need to do some of the work.”

“Don’t worry princess, this is my third time doing this, I’m basically a pro. You’ll get the best grade in this damn class if you just let me do it.” The last two times he’d done this, he basically passed with flying colors. This time he was more or less assured to only get better, and if he would be forced to do it for a fourth time, he may as well actually be a dad. If he was ever going to accidentally knock a girl up, at least he knew he was prepared for fatherly responsibilities.

You didn’t think he had any right to be proud about repeating his senior year three times, yet here he was, wearing it like a badge of honor. “I can’t stand you,” you complained, dropping your head down onto your arms that were resting on the desk.

You heard him mutter something about divorced parents and trouble in paradise to the dumb baby, which led you to further hide your face. You had no idea if you could actually get through the next two weeks doing this with him, or if you’d ask for another partner within days, or give up altogether. Lord knows you wanted to.

Becoming a parent alongside Eddie Munson might possibly be the death of you.

»»——⍟——««

It was you, alone, that made the decision that Eddie would take the first shift with ‘Ozzy.’ It was mainly because you just didn’t want to. You hadn’t exactly given him the choice though, you just got up from your seat when the bell rang and left him sitting there with the baby.

The lack of communication meant that you hadn’t created a schedule or anything, so Eddie had no idea when he was supposed to hand the baby over to you. But after having it for the entire morning, he decided he really didn’t want to deal with it any longer. He’d gotten more than a few glares from peers and teachers. Most of his teachers already didn’t like him, and this definitely wasn’t helping his case. So the first chance he got to drop the kid on you (lunch), he took.

He couldn’t find you at first, so he had to sit there at his lunch table with a pout on his lips and a fake baby on his knee. His friends thought it was amusing, but he was quick to shut down any jokes coming his way.

“Dustin, I swear, if you open your mouth one more–” he trailed off when he saw the small herd of cheerleaders enter the cafeteria. Now was his chance.

He abandoned his stuff and his lunch, getting to his feet and marching right over to the table. He almost ran into various innocent students, throwing out apologies left and right. They weren’t really his concern right now though, you were. All your friends seemed to notice him at once, and he could tell they made some kind of comment about him that alerted you.

“Oh, god,” Marriane muttered.

Your head cocked, then you looked over your shoulder in wonder. “What?”

“Freak alert.”

You knew exactly who she meant when she said that. It was sort of Eddie’s nickname around this place. It was actually used more than his own name was. In a way it was sad, but if he cared he never made it known. Although, maybe it was because you didn’t know him well enough for him to confide in you about it.

“What do you want, Munson?” Chelsea questioned.

He offered a sickly sweet smile to the girl. “Chelsea, always nice to see you. But I’m here to bother Y/N for today, you’re safe.” You rolled your eyes at the sound of that.

You plastered on a fake smile, turning in your seat to be able to look at him. You noticed he had that baby in his arms, holding it like it was a real one. He wasn’t joking when he said he was basically a professional. “Munson. How can I help?”

“You’ll be taking Ozzy tonight. Better get some practice now for when you’re completely alone taking care of a screaming baby.” The grin on his face made you seethe with anger. For someone who claimed they would do all the work, he sure as hell was dropping a lot on you right now. You didn’t know how to do anything with this baby, and he wanted you to take the first night? He was insane.

You forced a laugh. “And when did we decide this?”

“When you dropped him on me and ran out of class,” he reminded you. You watched as he took a shred of paper from the pocket of his dark colored jeans, followed by a pen that he handed you. “Write down your number, or address, whichever one you’re willing to actually give me so we can talk about this assignment away from judgy eyes.” He shot a few glares to your friends, all of whom were still eyeing him with disgust.

As much as you didn’t want to, you scribbled down the number of your home phone, slipping it back into his hand along with the pen. It wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be to get you to do that.

“Awesome, now that that’s settled, you can come drop him at my place around noon tomorrow.” He more or less forced the baby into your chest, leaving you no choice but to take it like you didn’t want to. He seemed all too happy about pissing you off like this.

You shook your head, beginning to protest before he began walking away, refusing to give you the time of day you wanted to tell him you wouldn’t do this. Once you lost him in your sights, you let out a groan, slamming the fake child down onto the table. You were frustrated, angry with him in general, but your irritation got worse when the baby began to cry, loudly.

You could basically hear Eddie’s laughter from the other side of the room, and it only furthered the way your blood boiled.

A sudden spurt of laughter from opposite you at the table made your brow furrow. When you turned to see Chrissy laughing to herself, you shot her a glare. She tried to stop, for your sake, but just like earlier today in your class, she found it inherently funny that you were paired with him of all people. “Oh, this is gold.”

“Shut up, Chrissy,” you grumbled.

»»——⍟——««

Even though you didn’t want to, like Eddie said, you took Ozzy home with you. Your parents were more than confused when you entered the home with a fake baby in your arms. Your brother going as far to make some joke about how he knew you’d end up a teen mom.

“Don’t those things usually take nine months? I feel like I should know, I’ve had two,” your mother teased. You sighed, setting the thing down on the counter with a glare to it. It made your mom laugh to see you look at it with such hatred, she had no idea where it stemmed from, but she wouldn’t get it even if you told her

“This is Ozzy. He’s the fake baby I have to take care of for health.”

She nodded, and that seemed to pique your dad’s interest. “Oh, I remember that assignment. They’re still doing that? Who’s your partner?” he asked. You hated that he’d asked, you would have rather kept it to yourself, all for the sake of starting a discussion about the boy you didn’t like.

“Eddie Munson,” you muttered, under your breath.

Your mother gasped. “Oh, sweet Eddie! I haven’t seen him for so long, gosh I forgot about him.” You forgot about the woman's love for him, how she’d always thought he was one of the better people around you in childhood– despite the poor boy’s home life– but then one day he’d disappeared from your life without a trace. She’d questioned it before, but you always brushed it off so you didn’t have to talk about it, though she’d always had her suspicions it was due to the fault of your cheerleading friends. And she would be right.

You tried to laugh it off, hoping you didn’t have to talk about him anymore. Other than the fact he was supposed to be really well practiced at this assignment, there wasn’t really anything good you could say about him. “Yeah.”

“You know, that’s actually how me and your mom got together,” your dad said.

That fact hadn’t ever actually been made known to you. You knew your parents had met back in highschool, highschool sweethearts actually, but they had never told you specifically about what happened. It was nice to hear, incredibly sweet to know, but you felt like that piece of information was going to lead to something else you weren’t necessarily going to like. And you would be right.

“Who knows, maybe you and Eddie will end up like me and your mom after this whole thing.”

You scoffed. Safe to say you didn’t find that amusing, you just grabbed a snack and headed upstairs where you could forget all about the assignment.

You set it down somewhere far away from your bed, where it could be kept out of sight and hopefully not heard. But in a weird way it still felt like it was watching you, and you wished you would have fought harder for Eddie to take it home with him.

The first thing you did was get some homework out of the way, it meant you were free to focus on other stuff over your weekend. That took longer than expected, but once that was out of the way, you wanted to take a shower, feeling like you needed it after being around Eddie for so long earlier in the day.

The baby was left in your room, deciding it could be left alone for as long as it would take for you to clean yourself. However, you didn’t realize how wrong that would be.

You had barely stepped under the water when you heard it cry for the first time. You huffed, dropping your head onto the shower wall in irritation. The water was switched off and you wrapped a towel around yourself, basically marching back into your room intending to shut it up as fast as possible. Turns out it just needed holding or something, which pissed you off even more. Why did the fake baby need to be held? You were busy.

As soon as it calmed, you were off again, hoping this time you would be undisturbed. Of course you weren’t.

This became a routine. You would be under the water for barely two minutes, and the baby would start screaming in your room again. It happened a few times, with you going between rooms, before you called it quits, marching down the stairs with a towel on and dripping wet hair, fake baby clutched in your arms possibly a little tighter than a baby should be.

“Can you please, take this thing for a little? I’m trying to shower and it won’t stop crying.”

Your parents looked amused at your annoyance, but they took it nonetheless. A cranky Y/N was never a fun Y/N to be around. They would know, considering they’d raised you. “Of course. We’d love to spend time with our grandbaby.”

You still despised that they were leaning into it so much. They truly were as bad as Eddie with it all. You handed the baby over to your father, who immediately coddled it with a concerning amount of care. All you could do was roll your eyes and trudge back up the stairs, hearing them coo over the fake baby much too loudly, just to get on your nerves.

Thankfully, this time around it went smoothly. You managed to take your shower in peace, then do your whole routine afterwards without being disturbed. But after that, you had no choice but to face the music again and take charge of that dumb baby.

For the rest of the night, it didn’t bother you much (which you would be eternally grateful for). It actually allowed you to get a good night's sleep for a while, a few hours at least, and in the end it wasn’t even the thing that woke you up.

The sound of the phone ringing was far from a pleasant way to be woken up, especially when it was all so sudden. You had been completely knocked out, wanting to get a full rest so you could go ahead with your plans the following day. It was a Saturday, so you were supposed to be getting up bright and early to hang out with your friends. You’d thought maybe if anything was to keep you up, it would be that damn plastic baby, but no, it was someone deciding to call you at four am.

The time was actually the only reason you picked it up, just in case it was an emergency or something along those lines. Funnily enough, it wasn’t. Much to your dismay, it was Eddie deciding to be an asshole. “Hello?”

“Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty,” he teased. You groaned, already tempted to hang up so you didn’t have to listen to his idiocy. It was like he could already tell what you were thinking though, and he demanded you didn’t put the phone down, and instead heard him out. “I just wanted to see how Oz is doing.”

There was a long silence following those words that convinced him you either hadn’t heard him, or you’d hung up, but he could still hear your breathing. “Are you kidding me! You woke me up at four am to ask how the fake baby’s, fake doing?”

You heard him huff. “Stop calling him fake, he’ll hear you,” he insisted.

“Oh my god, Eddie, I’m hanging up.”

“No!” he said. “Hey, if we’re gonna co-parent then we have to communicate!”

You hated to admit that he was technically right. There was no way you could pass this assignment if you didn’t talk on the regular, at least for these next two weeks. After that you never had to talk again if you didn’t want to, and you probably wouldn’t if you had it your way.

“Not in the middle of the night, Eddie!”

The yelling made him shy away a little bit. He suddenly went quiet, and you felt a little bad for scolding him like that. But then he opened his mouth again and you felt like you could rush over there and strangle him. The exhaustion was spurring you on. “But is he okay? Can I talk to him?” he questioned.

If he could see the look on your face, he would be surprised an individual could show so much annoyance towards a single human being. “I’m hanging up now,” you told him.

He tried to protest, but evidently the line went dead very quickly after you uttered those words. His pleas were useless, essentially.

You’d hoped that was the end of it. As soon as you’d put the phone down, you huffed, then turned over in your bed, pulled your covers up as high as your chin, and closed your eyes again. You planned on going straight back to sleep, so you could be well rested by the time you got up to head out to your plans tomorrow– with enough time to drop the baby off at Eddie’s trailer. But it seemed he had other ideas.

The phone rang again, much to your dismay. You cursed under your breath, letting out a long breath that was supposed to let out your anger so you didn’t completely explode on him. It didn’t work though.

You raised the phone to your ear, not being nearly as polite this time around. “What do you want!”

He laughed, nervously. “I fear this is a bad time,” he tried to joke.

You weren’t planning on sitting there at four am and listening to his stupid behaviour. “You’re gonna be the one to wake the baby if you don’t stop. So, Munson, go to sleep and leave me the hell alone, for the love of god.”

»»——⍟——««

The next morning, despite all the mishaps in the night involving your sleep, you were up bright and early. It was practically the crack of dawn, but you still started to get ready for your day. It actually brought on a wonderful plan that you thought would be very enjoyable. If Eddie wanted to dump the baby on you at a time he knew would be inconvenient, you could easily do the same to him.

After getting ready and leaving your house, you headed for the trailer park, baby under your arm probably looking like a crazy person. Though you wouldn’t have looked out of place in this area of Hawkins all that much.

You still remembered which trailer he lived in all the way back to when you were a kid, he hadn’t moved since the last time you’d been there. Despite how long ago that was. When you made it up the small porch to the door, you made sure to knock extra harshly. You felt a little bad for whoever else was inside, but they weren’t your concern right now.

It wasn’t opened straight away. In fact it took another round of loud knocking for someone to slowly open the door and reveal you. Thankfully, the person opening the door was Eddie, just the guy you needed to see.

“Morning, Munson,” you chirped, looking at the very clearly disheveled man. His hair was a complete mess, unbrushed and all over the place, falling out of the loose bun he’d thrown it in last night. His eyes were barely open, and the sun was clearly blinding him, which he tried to block out with his hand. He was still in pajamas, and your knocking on his door seemed to be the thing that had woken him. “Don’t you look refreshed,” you poked.

“What are you doing here? It’s so early,” he whined.

You beamed, this was exactly what you’d hoped for. “Here’s your baby. Take care of him today, I know how much you missed him last night.”

He was still out of it as he took the baby that you pushed into his chest. You weren’t planning on saying anything else, just bidding him a goodbye and turning on your heel to leave. That would have been the plan, had you not been caught by his Uncle, the man having wondered who was at the door and talking to the kid so early in the morning. At the sight of the familiar face, though the one he hadn’t seen in years, he greeted you fondly. “Y/N? Hey, how are you? It’s been a while.”

The smile on your face wasn’t a fake one, you didn’t need it to be when it came to Wayne, he was truly a sweetheart, unlike his nephew. He had always been kind to you. “Hi, I’m good. How are you?”

“Great, actually. ‘M just making breakfast, would you like to join us?”

Both you and Eddie jumped at trying to turn down the offer, the boy insisting you were busy and you saying pretty much the same thing. In reality, you had time to kill before you were due to hang with your friends— the one part of your plan to annoy Eddie that hadn’t been entirely thought through— but you really couldn’t think of anything worse than being forced to sit and eat with the boy you couldn’t stand. “Really, it’s okay.”

“No, come on in.” The sweet look on his face made you feel like you couldn’t say no, even if you desperately wanted to. “Anything for Eddie’s lady friend.”

You could hear the boy protesting that nickname to his uncle as you took a step inside, being pointed to the kitchen where breakfast was cooking. Wayne made some quick excuse about how he’d ‘be right back’ and then you and the boy your age were left standing there awkwardly in the room together.

There were a tense few moments where neither of you really knew what to say. You didn’t want to be rude to the boy in his own home, you’d done a lot of things but that just felt unacceptable to you. And Eddie didn’t really know what he could say that wasn’t overly mean.

You decided to try and break the tension. Just by being polite. “So, uh, you guys do this every single day?” you asked. It seemed a little excessive, the full spread. You couldn’t imagine they managed to eat it all, everyday without fail. Sometimes you barely had enough time to grab toast before you left for school.

His head shook, messy curls moving with him. “No, uh, every Saturday. It’s his only day off, so we usually spend it together.” The confession made your heart sink a little. You were well aware Eddie hadn’t had the greatest home life in the world, and it was just him and his uncle now, So the fact you were dumping this baby on him, on the one day a week they got to spend together, when all you were really doing was going to meet your friends; you felt bad.

“That’s sweet.”

The awkward silence was back, and it seemed like it was there to stay.

When the older Munson came back you were overjoyed. It felt as though a little bit of that tension slipped away. “Take a seat. You kids dig in. Maybe little Ozzy can even have some too.”

Your brows raised. “You know its name?” you asked, a little shocked.

The man chuckled, beginning to plate up his food as he motioned for the two of you to do the same. You were a little more hesitant than the boy beside you, all because you weren’t in your own home, but you eventually followed along. “Are you kidding? I’ve seen that baby every day for these same two weeks, for the last three years. I’m very familiar with my fake grandson by now.”

Almost like he knew he was being addressed, the baby began to cry in Eddie’s hold. “Very familiar with that sound too.”

“So am I after someone dumped him on me yesterday.” Your words were obviously aimed at the curly headed boy, who just glared back at you, mumbling something under his breath like the baby knew he was talking to him.

Wayne found your bickering entertaining. He thought you were like actual parents, a married couple who loved one another but couldn’t help but argue at every little thing.

You whined, not liking that none of them were taking you seriously when you said you hadn’t enjoyed taking care of it. “Seriously, it wasn't cool Eddie, I didn’t want that thing last night.”

“Stop calling him a thing! He can hear you,” he insisted. You rolled your eyes, flipping him off when you thought Wayne wasn’t looking. He was though, but he wasn’t going to scold you, he was actually enjoying watching this go down. He had no idea how the two of you had gone from borderline friends as kids, to enemies now, but he was absolutely going to let you know he found it hilarious. You were so much more alike than you realized.

You were relieved when the baby finally stopped screaming, though you had to admit it was a little entertaining to watch Eddie pretend it was a real baby. He shushed it as he swayed with it in his arms, and he practically cheered silently when it stopped with the ‘tears’. He was taking this whole thing more seriously than you ever would, so you supposed you could thank him for that when you ended up with a good grade.

“You're good with it,” you commented. The ‘it’ had him glaring at you, but it only made you grin wider. You lived for pissing Eddie off. “Okay, fine. I guess he’s pretty cool.”

“He gets that from his daddy,” he boasted.

You hated that you laughed. There was no way for you to even cover it up, he’d seen it, and he was going to bathe in the fact you found him funny. If it was anyone else you probably still would have been giggling at the dumb joke, but you were determined to keep up a facade that it was a shitty joke and nothing more– it had just caught you off guard that’s all– or at least that was what you were telling yourself.

That one moment had seemed to break all the tension that had been lingering since you got there. From that point onwards, the three of you were laughing openly, making jokes left and right that brought the room’s atmosphere up to joyful, rather than distasteful.

You left the Munson trailer that day with a smile on your face. In a way it felt like you had a different view of Eddie, one that you used to have before highschool hit. You didn’t think of him as quite the same freak as you did when you first saw him this morning. Only, you were going to have to keep that information to yourself if you didn’t want to be ridiculed alongside him.

Turns out, sharing a breakfast with Eddie Munson really gives you a new outlook on the guy.

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Despite being held up at breakfast with the Munsons, you still had an ample amount of time before your plans with your friends. You got to the cafe early, just taking a seat and ordering water for the time being until they arrived. As you thought back to how you spent your morning, you didn’t notice the small smile inching its way onto your face. If you had, you would never have believed you were grinning at the thought of Eddie Munson.

“What’re you smiling at?” you heard, snapping out of your daze to find Chrissy and Marianne taking a seat each opposite you. It quickly dropped, and a heat found its way to your cheeks.

Thankfully, you were saved the task of coming up with a lie to tell them, when the bell above the door rang, signaling the rest of your friends bundling through the door, talking loudly as they slotted themselves into any spare seats at the table you’d picked. You were truly saved by the bell.

After everyone was settled and had ordered their drinks, and the occasional muffin– not that you could eat anymore after the large breakfast you’d consumed– conversation seemed to take a turn and point directly to you. You didn’t love being the topic of said conversation, especially not when they were using it to bitch about people, but there wasn’t much you could do when it was seven to one. “So, Y/N, how’s it going with Mr Freak?”

At first you were unsure what she meant, still coming down from the high of the morning, but then it clicked. “Eddie?” you asked. She nodded, though pulled a face at the sound of his name. “It’s uh, it’s alright, I guess.”

They laughed. “Alright? You’re not actually starting to like that freak are you?” It’d probably be the funniest thing in the world to them if you admitted that you started liking Eddie Munson. He was less than worthy of being friends with one of Hawkins cheerleaders, and they made that fact known every time they saw him. “You’re not gonna be the next social pariah, are you?”

You forced a laugh. “No, god no. That freak? I just meant… he’s not tried to make me an unbearable, weird nerd yet. He’s kept that to himself.” He had actually kept all the nerdy stuff from you, but that was because you hadn’t asked anything about it. You just didn’t have much of the heart to say anything else about him that was meaner.

There was a chorus of giggles, followed by your ‘friends’ delving into a round of mocking Eddie relentlessly. They didn’t hold back, and usually neither would you, but it didn’t feel right now. There was something in your gut that was telling you it wasn’t right to make fun of him, not when he wasn’t even that bad.

It was now when you realized that your friends were the entire reason you stopped liking Eddie in the first place. There wasn’t exactly a better reason than that. They’d just been a huge influence, when they maybe shouldn’t have been. But now was too late to take back everything you’d ever said and done.

Maybe now you could change though. Sure you couldn’t take it back, but you could try and make up for it all. Prove you were better.

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The first health class after you were handed the babies, was more to check on your progress than teach you anything. Until your names were called for you to go up and talk to your teacher, you and Eddie just sat there, talking while you waited.

The more the two of you talked to one another, the better you began to get along with him. He wasn’t as bad as you’d tried to make him out these past few years, and the same could be said on his behalf for you. But just because you didn’t think he was so bad after all, didn’t mean that your friends didn’t still hold their grudges against him. Conversation was about your interests, though you didn’t have that much in common, but you at least tried to seem interested.

“So, cheerleading… that seems fun.”

It was the only thing he could think of, and it made you chuckle. It was clear he had absolutely no interest in your hobby. “It is fun, I enjoy it. It’s exercise I guess, though maybe the people could be better,” you commented.

He scoffed. “You think?” He was obviously being sarcastic. You both knew you could do with better friends, but there weren’t many great options in Hawkins. It just so happened that you might have picked some of the worst ones.

“I know they’re, well, horrible, but they can be okay sometimes.” It was the truth. When you were alone with some of them, they could be the greatest friends you ever had. It was when they were in a group that they seemed to change– they obviously felt like they needed to impress everywhere by being cool and mean. “Some of them value popularity too much, I think. Other than that, they can be sweet.”

He didn’t entirely believe that, he thought some of them were just the mean girls at heart that they acted like. But he wasn’t going to argue with you on it. You changed the topic for him anyway.

“Uh, so, you’re in a band right? Corroded coffin. What’s that like?”

He couldn’t believe you even knew the name, he didn’t actually know how you knew it, but he wasn’t going to question it. He liked the fact that you’d remembered that small detail about him– and that you weren’t mocking him for it like your friends would do. It was a positive change.

“Amazing actually, I love it. You should come see us play at the hideout sometime.”

You thought about it briefly. “Maybe I will. I’m sure you guys are great.”

It was actually easier than you expected to find a common interest. You didn’t think you would at first, but then the address of his band reminded him of something you said a few days ago. “You knew Ozzy. Is the princess cheerleader secretly a metal fan?”

It was a well kept secret, though you never thought it needed to be a secret in the first place. You thought it was beyond weird to have to keep your music taste unknown, but your friends were odd in that way. If they knew the sort of bands you liked, they would probably isolate you quicker than they had Eddie when they first started high school.

“You could say that, but I can’t say I’m that big of an Ozzy fan.”

His jaw dropped, like you’d just said the most despicable thing he’d ever heard. “What? He’s part of, like, the greatest band ever. Even better than Metallica.”

Now was your turn to be hit with the repulsion. “No way. Metallica are so much better than Black Sabbath!” you argued. His face twisted into one of disgust. Right then and there, he could’ve claimed you were just as bad as all the others. Though he would only be joking this time.

“I love them both, but you’re crazy.”

There was a tap on your shoulder that pulled you out of your heated debate with Eddie. You turned to see one of the basketball players you didn’t really know, holding out a folded slip of paper towards you. He edged it closer to you, and you took it with a tight lipped smile. Those players could be so awkward at times, he could have told you who wrote it, at the minimum.

You found the note was from Chrissy, who was extremely curious as to why you seemed to be getting along so well with Freak Munson. Your eyes searched the room for her as your heart slowly sank into your stomach. No longer did you feel the easy feeling you had when you and Eddie were talking, she’d spoiled that atmosphere. When you locked eyes with her across the room, she furrowed her brows, nodding her head slightly in the direction of the boy next to you. You just shrugged, growing sheepish.

Eddie, although curious as to who was sending you notes, didn’t ask, nor did he notice the sudden change in behavior when you turned your attention back to him.

There wasn’t exactly much time for him to figure it out considering Ozzy began to cry. It was like perfect timing. The boy aimed to make some sort of joke about whose parent's responsibility it should be to stop the crying, but you weren’t laughing by the time it left his lips. “The better parents got this,” he teased. All eyes were on the two of you and you just wanted it to stop.

“Uh, you do it. I’m gonna run to the bathroom.”

To say the two of you had just been bonding five minutes ago, he didn’t know where the sudden coldness in attitude had come from. He had expected you to jokingly contradict his teasing. He didn’t have time to ask, you were gone before he could even pick up the baby. “Okay… Looks like I’m doing it then.”

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The Munson boy didn’t see you again until later that day, like after the final bell had rang, signaling for everyone to go home. He managed to catch you before you got into your car, offering you a shy smile. He was unaware if he’d been the cause of the energy change earlier, so he was a little timid when approaching you. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to take care of him together for a little while. We’ve probably got more hope of passing if we do it together.”

You didn’t know if that was true, considering you’d done most of the project already in individual shifts, never actually together aside from the time you shared breakfast with him. It did make sense though, so surely there could be no harm in agreeing to it. “Yeah, um, come over in an hour?” you suggested, earning a nod. “You remember where I live right?”

There was another nod and a promise to be there near enough on time. He took off afterwards, with Ozzy held under his arm securely as he jogged back to his van. There was a faint smile on your face as you watched him go, but it quickly faded when you noticed the cluster of judgemental stares just a short distance away. You hadn’t even known your friends were there, but you didn’t plan on hanging around to find out what they had to say about the interaction you just had.

Once inside your car, you let out a deep sigh, hating that it felt like you were living some sort of double life. You wanted to be kind to Eddie, even if it was just for as long as this project lasted, but he was actually funny, and sweet, and you didn’t have to try to like him. Your friends on the other hand… well that was a different story. You thought they needed to give him a chance, though they probably never would.

“Way to go, Y/N. Picking the most accommodating friends possible,” you grumbled.

The drive to your home was silent, filled with the thoughts of how you were supposed to win in this scenario. How did you stay friends with Eddie, and your cheerleading buddies all at once. And even as you pulled into your driveway, you still didn’t have an answer.

You headed into your home, stumbling across your mom in the kitchen, knowing you needed to tell her about your plans. “A friend’s gonna come over to study in a little bit. Is that okay?” you asked. She looked unsure, but that was primarily because she wasn’t a huge fan of your friends. You knew once she found out it was Eddie, she’d be all over the idea. “It’s Eddie,” you sighed.

Her entire face lit up. “Oh, that’s great! I can’t wait.”

“Try to keep the excitement to a minimum. We don’t want to scare him away,” you teased.

There was a knock on your door not that much later. You’d been putting chips into a bowl for a snack, but you paused to go and answer the door, letting the boy follow you inside after a quick greeting.

“Want anything? Chips?” you offered, holding the bowl out to him. Ozzy was in one hand, but with the other he took a greedy handful, winking at you when you scoffed and pulled the bowl away. You hadn’t intended for him to have so many, but now like half of your snack was gone. He was just proving that he had, very literally, not changed since he was a small child.

You were planning to take off upstairs when your mother caught you.

“Eddie, oh hello!” your mother greeted, pulling the boy into a tight hug he couldn’t escape from. It would have been funny– the look on his face– had it not meant that your mother had decided she loved the boy like her own son. She wasn’t supposed to be so accepting of him already, you were still trying to wrap your head around the fact you didn’t hate him.

The woman was practically suffocating the poor boy, so of course you had to step in and save him. “Okay, mom, let him breathe.”

You guided him away from her, allowing him a moment of peace. He liked the affection though, he didn’t tend to get all that much. If your mother wanted to dote on him, he was happy to let her, even if it made you a little disgruntled.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I’m just so happy that Y/N finally has a friend over.”

Your brows furrowed, eyes narrowing as they looked in her direction. “I have friends over all the time,” you pointed out. And you did, your house was like the main hangout spot, and your mother was almost always there when they did come over. You had no idea what she was talking about.

“None that I like,” she muttered, hoping it wouldn’t offend you too much. If you were being honest, it wasn’t a big surprise at all. In fact, it was always a bigger surprise when someone did like them. You could hear Eddie chuckling quietly, and you gave him a swift elbow to the rib, which earned a groan of pain. Neither of you were planning to address that your mom had referred to Eddie as a friend.

“Well, before you decide you hate anymore of my peers, we’re gonna go to my room and take little Oz with us.” You took the plastic baby from the boy, pressing a dramatic kiss to its head as you began to lead the way out of the kitchen and to the upstairs.

The Munson boy offered your mother a polite smile, though he was amused that you were finally accepting Ozzy in the way that he did. After that tiny interaction, he turned and followed you blindly, like a little lost puppy. It would’ve been charming if he didn’t keep tripping over his feet– courtesy of him not looking where he was going, which he probably should have known was really dumb.

You laughed at him more than once, and if you caught him on a good day he might admit that your laugh made him feel some kind of way. But as for now, he’d keep that information to himself.

The few hours together in your room were spent with Eddie putting off study, taking care of Ozzy and the occasional burst of conversation when the boy couldn’t keep a random thought to himself. It continued throughout the entire time he was there, but by the end of it, you were much more happy to entertain him.

“You know what,” he began, head dangling over the edge of your bed, eyes focused on where you were sitting on the floor of your room. Your eyes were drawn from your textbook to his face, and the sight of him so comfortable in your room brought a smile to your face. “I’m really glad we got partnered for this project. I’ve missed talking to you.”

It wasn’t what you were expecting him to say, it’s probably the most vulnerable he’s been with you. “I think I have too.”

You watched as he climbed off of your bed, moving to sit beside you on the floor, he did it under the guise that he’d help you with your studying, but considering he was a three time repeat senior, you didn’t know how much help he could really offer. He’d probably end up just sitting there and bothering you the whole time. It was very Eddie of him.

That was exactly what he did. Every time you tried to turn a page, or scribble something down, he was there to try and mess something up. Whether it was poking your cheek or tugging on a strand of your hair. He was always there.

“I swear to god, Munson. I’ll kick you out if you don’t get your hands off of me.”

He chuckled, placing his hands in his lap to show you he wouldn’t bother you anymore. That didn’t last long though, not when he then kicked his foot against your leg. You groaned, dropping your pencil and shooting him a heavy glare. “You’re so annoying,” you whined.

You didn’t realize how close the two of you had gotten amidst all the teasing, but now it was all you could focus on. If he inched forward only slightly, you were positive your lips would touch. And you hadn’t yet decided if you’d mind. You didn’t get to though, because before you could edge close enough to actually share a kiss, there was an interruption.

“Eddie! Your uncles on the phone,” your mom called.

The yell snapped you both out of the situation you had found yourselves in. Your cheeks grew hot, and you could see the way his tinted a light shade of pink. The two of you had almost kissed, and you had no idea how you had let that happen. “I should, uh, go see what that’s about. He probably wants me home.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck nervously, eyes looking anywhere but at you so you didn’t have to face what you’d just almost done. It was something that was going to be put to the back of your mind so you didn’t have to deal with it anytime soon.

“Yeah, yeah, go.”

You smiled at him as he got up to his feet, grabbing his stuff and rushing to the ajar door of your room. “Do you want to keep Ozzy tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me.”

And with that he left, offering you a small smile that seemed a little forced, before taking off. You let out a breath when he was finally out of sight, letting your body relax. You hadn’t even realized how tense you’d been before. Eddie Munson was doing weird things to you, and you didn’t know he had the power. But, you seriously needed to figure out how to put a stop to it before it got bad.

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Halfway into the second week of the project, when the big test you’d been studying for was approaching, you felt like you were on the very edge of sanity. You were so close to tripping over to insane.

You’d thought the almost kiss would have made things weird with Eddie, but it actually just made you closer. You had graciously offered to take Ozzy for the night, considering Eddie had told you he had a gig at the hideout. You were just trying to make things easier for him to handle, but now you were beginning to seriously regret being so kind. The screaming while you were trying to study was sending you crazy. You were desperate for the baby to be quiet, but it seemed like all it wanted to do was ruin your night.

At first you tried sucking it up, but then everything started to pile up and you were positive you were going to scream if you didn’t solve the problem. So although you tried to put it off for as long as physically possible, eventually you just couldn’t, you had to give in and call him.

You had no idea how far into the set he must be, or if he’d even be able to answer the call, but you were seriously begging that there would be a miracle or something and he would. You stood there by the phone like an idiot, twirling the cord around your finger to try and soothe your nerves as it rang. You were so terrified he wouldn’t be able to come to the phone, and really you didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t.

It took a few rings, so many that you thought it wasn’t going to be picked up, but at the possible last minute, a rough voice came down the receiver. “Hideout,” the unknown man said simply.

“Hi, um–” It was like all legible thoughts left your brain. You had no idea how to describe Eddie to the man that might not even know him. “I’m looking for Eddie. H-He’s in the band that’s playing.” You could hear the music over the phone, and it was loud, your only sign that the band was in fact still performing. It made you feel even worse.

“Munson?” he asked. He obviously knew him very well.

“Yeah, yeah. Munson.”

He told you to hold on, then must have taken off, because all you heard was more or less silence and the faint sound of the band. It did suddenly stop, and it brought the tears from earlier back to your eyes as the guilt set into your stomach. You had a fear that he was going to be so mad at you, and you didn’t think you could take that.

“Hello?” He sounded confused. You supposed being told to stop your set and answer the phone to some random girl didn’t really give someone a lot of context. He probably even considered not bothering at all, but now here he was.

“Eddie? It’s me,” you said. You really hoped he would recognize your voice just from that. He did, your voice practically played on repeat in his head all day everyday.

You could physically hear the confusion twist into concern when he next spoke. Getting a call at the bar he hung out was arguably the biggest red flag ever that something was wrong. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked. All the questions came at once, questions to you, ones he needed himself answering. There were a lot.

“I’m– I don’t want to ruin your night, but I really need your help.”

Those words didn’t instill him with the confidence that you were okay. If anything it made him more bothered that he wasn’t already by your side. If he could solve your problem, then he definitely would, but he was still yet to learn what it was. “Okay, um, where are you?”

“At home. I-I’m not in danger or anything, just need some help.” Even if you weren’t in immediate danger, he could tell you were on the verge of tears, or already in tears, just from how your voice shook with your words when you spoke. “I- It’s probably stupid, and I’m dragging you away from your fun. I’m sorry, Eddie.”

“Hey, no worries,” he assured. His voice sounded so kind that you wanted to cry all over again. It was becoming a very familiar feeling this evening. “I’ll be right over. Give me, like, twenty minutes and I’m yours.”

Your thank you was barely loud enough to be heard, but he caught it just before he hung up. He hadn’t thought his night would end so early, it usually didn’t when he was performing with Corroded Coffin, even if it was a school day, but he was happy to cut it short if you needed his help, and you seriously sounded like you needed his help.

He was even quicker than he said, which told you he’d been speeding. Usually you’d chastise him for being so unsafe, but you didn’t have the energy this time around.

By the time he knocked on the door, you were so exhausted from your own emotions that the words just fell out. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you began to furiously mutter as he stepped through your door. He had barely even gotten a foot through before the words started spewing out of your mouth. He hadn’t yet been able to tell you that it was okay. “I know you were busy and I really didn’t want to call, but I–”

He shushed you, shaking his head. He could hear Ozzy’s screams from somewhere in the house, but they sounded muffled, like you’d tried to hide it or something. Usually it would’ve made him laugh, but he didn’t think now was the time. “It’s okay. We were about finished anyway,” he promised. It was a lie, there was actually a while left in their show, but they could play without him. Plus it wasn’t like many people would miss him, there were only around four people in the audience. You didn’t need to know any of that though. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You’d never seen him so caring and concerned, but it was a nice change. “I– I have to study, and I don’t get half the stuff i’m supposed to a-and I can’t get the dumb baby to stop crying,” you whined, the tears spilling over your cheeks as all your problems came back to the surface of your mind. “I just… I’m overwhelmed,” you concluded.

He frowned, though in true Eddie fashion, he couldn’t resist cracking a joke that he hoped would make you feel better. “You know, you really shouldn’t talk about our child like that.”

You rolled your eyes, but nevertheless still chuckled a little bit at the comment. It wasn’t enough to completely cure your sadness, but it helped. “Shut up and please make it stop,” you begged, eyes pleading with him desperately.

He didn’t need to be asked a second time. As those words left your mouth, he took off, heading in some random direction in the hopes that he might find where you’d hidden the baby. It didn’t occur to him until after a while that he could have just asked you where it was. So he headed back to where you were standing, still in the same position looking as sad as you were before. “Where exactly is our child?”

The fact he referred to Oz that way made you smile a little. “Uh, he’s in my closet, under a few blankets and pillows and stuff,” you said shyly. It made him cackle that you’d gone to such an extent, and it was probably the exact opposite of what your assignment said you were supposed to do. This was more like what Eddie thought being your partner would be like.

“You’re so amazing, sweetheart.”

The pet name made you flush. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he could feel it from all the way over where he was standing. It slipped out so casually, and you weren’t even sure he had noticed it, but it made your stomach flutter. Little did you know, he had noticed. He hadn’t meant for it to come out, it’d be something he’d been calling you in his head, never with the intention for it to be spoken allowed, but now he was freaking out. He just hoped you hadn’t found it too weird.

Thankfully, he wasn’t to notice any embarrassment on your face, he had already turned away in his own humiliation before he could see yours.

He scurried away to your room, already knowing the path from his visit the other day. You left him to it for a little while, needing a moment to breathe and clear your head before you joined him. You also needed to know that the crying had stopped before you headed up the stairs, just so you didn’t explode.

You thought ten minutes was a good amount of time. And you’d been right. When you ascended the stairs, moving down the hall to your bedroom, he was standing inside, Ozzy in his arms as he swayed a little from side to side. It was a cute sight, and it further solidified your idea that with all this practice Eddie would surely end up being an incredible dad.

“How do you do it?” you asked, sounding more than amazed at his abilities. He scoffed, downplaying his talents. There was no way you were going to allow that though. “Seriously, Ed. He was screaming for like three hours before you showed up.”

You watched him wince, which didn’t look like a good sign of something. You had no idea what that something was though. “What?” you quizzed.

“That’s gonna really mess up our grade,” he teased.

You scoffed, slapping your hand against his chest. He laughed loudly, setting the now calmed baby on your bed somewhere. Your attention wasn’t on that though, you were much more focused on the boy himself.

It felt like he was a miracle worker. You hadn’t ever looked at the Munson boy like you did now, like he was some sort of guardian angel sent down to you. Maybe your thoughts were clouded, maybe you weren’t thinking straight, but he had never seemed more attractive than right now.

He must have noticed a sudden shift in the atmosphere too, because there was a glaze that came over his eyes when he looked at you. You couldn’t begin to explain, but you weren’t going to try to.

There was a weird sort of magnetism that suddenly appeared between the two of you. You felt yourself edging closer to him, and you from two weeks ago would probably have recoiled in disgust, but you were the one leaning into it most right now. So much could change in such a short time and it shocked you to think about it really. You wouldn’t change it for the world though, even if you were given the choice to.

Eddie must have been feeling the same way. His hands lifted from his sides, settling on your face so he was practically cradling it. It was the most loved you’d felt in a while, and you really hoped he felt the same way about it.

His touch on your cheeks made your heart pound in your chest. Your breathing was noticeably heavier, though you really hoped he didn’t notice your nerves. You’d be mortified if he knew how tense you were right now. “Y/N…” he whispered. His thumb was stroking over your cheek, which could definitely feel the heat on your face.

“Just kiss me,” you hissed.

As soon as he heard those words, sort of his confirmation that this was okay, he was lunging forward. You had zero idea how it had happened. To say you hated the guy such a short time ago, you were pretty much solidifying your changed feelings for him now. He was gentle with it, though you could tell he was holding back, whether that was for your sake or his. You would have been perfectly happy for him to kiss you with vigor though.

Your hands got tangled in his hair, and although he would usually hiss at the terrible pain that shot through his scalp, he found he didn’t mind it so much when it was you. He never thought the day would come when he was in this position, but here he was, a prime example that wishes do in fact come true.

You were first to pull away, but not because you particularly wanted to, just because you needed to breathe. You couldn’t imagine passing out from lack of air while kissing Eddie was going to do well for any potential relationship.

“Wow,” he whispered. You chuckled nervously, though you really hoped he didn’t mistake those nerves for disgust or disappointment or anything. He didn’t. He just no longer knew what exactly to say to you. You were the same way, feeling like a shy school girl all of a sudden. Never had you kissed someone and wound up with that reaction afterwards. Eddie was just… different.

“Yeah,” you sighed, dreamily.

There was a beat of uncomfortable silence before he spoke up. “I’ll take this rascal for the night. Let you have a nice break.” You were happy to have him take the plastic toy, wanting it as far away from you as possible for the night. A peaceful sleep was all you could ask for. With each word he edged a little closer to your front door, though really he didn’t want to leave. If he could stay with you, especially after that kiss, he would jump at the opportunity. “Goodnight Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.” You watched as he descended down your yard to his van, which you noted was parked hastily half on and off the curb. It made you chuckle, but you also found it sweet that he’d been in such a rush to get to you. At that realization, that he’d cared so much that he probably broke multiple driving laws, you couldn’t let him leave so easily.

“Eddie?” you called. He stopped walking, turning on his heel to look at you. He hadn’t expected you to jog up to him, but within seconds you were standing in front of him, grinning widely. It was the happiest he assumed you’d been all night, and he was glad he could be the cause. You didn’t say anything else, just pressed a sweet, quick kiss to his lips. A goodnight kiss you would have called it. “Thank you.”

He was blushing like crazy when you pulled away, and although this was now officially the second time he’d kissed you, it had caused him to be a stuttering mess. “It’s no p-problem.”

»»——⍟——««

The whole night you were thinking about that kiss with Eddie. Your dreams were filled with the way his hands caressed your face, how soft his lips felt against yours. You were still actually rather surprised how soft his lips had been. You woke up the next morning with that same dumb smile on your face that you’d fallen asleep with.

You almost couldn’t wait to see him when you woke up. Getting ready consisted of you practically bouncing all over the place with your excitement. It just couldn’t be contained. However, you didn’t have the pleasure of catching him before class. He was nowhere to be seen. Eddie wasn’t exactly Mr Punctual, so you suspected he would arrive much later than he should. You would just have to deal with seeing him when he finally showed up.

You thought you’d seen his van in the parking lot, but considering there was no sign of him inside, you assumed it was just a similar model or something that you mistook for his. You hated to admit that it made you a little disappointed.

But, you trudged inside anyway, and found some way to busy yourself while you waited for your class to start. It just so happened though, that it looked like you were going to have to entertain your friends. Although you tried to avoid them, keeping your head down while at your locker, hoping they could just walk past and miss you, they spotted you right away. Maybe it was the bright cheerleader uniform that gave you away. “Y/N!” one of them called in a high pitched, grating voice.

You looked over your shoulder with a faked smile. “Hey,” you greeted.

“Feels like we haven’t seen you in forever. You haven’t abandoned us for Munson have you?” Chelsea chuckled. To her that was probably the funniest mental image in the world, but you just had to hold back from rolling your eyes.

“Can’t have our girl with that freak. Sort of ruins our reputation.”

You frowned. “Stop,” you whined, before you could really tell yourself to shut up. It felt wrong to be letting them speak about him like this. If he was here now he would probably be devastated too. He might not always show that the stuff people say about him gets him, but you’ve started to notice he takes stuff to heart just like anyone else. You’d noticed in conversations with him recently that he was pretty self-deprecating at times, but the stuff he said was stuff you’d known your friends to yell at him. It made your stomach sink each time.

Little did you know, out of the corner of her eye Chelsea had seen the mane of curly hair coming out of a nearby classroom. It was the same one he held his club in, and in tow was one of his younger friends who frequented Hellfire. “Oh, come on. Are you really going soft for that loser? What happened to the girl who used to despise him more than we do?”

It was in that moment where you felt painfully pressured to join in. You wished you had the strength to walk away, tell them no or stick up for him. Any of those things would have been a billion times better than giving into what they wanted and being horrible. “I’m obviously only using that freak for the grade. He just started getting clingy, can’t take a hint apparently,” you laughed.

They had somehow timed it just right, so Eddie walked by just as the laugh tumbled out of your mouth. It felt like someone had just staked him in the heart, and he had no idea how he was supposed to react. Although the pain was only emotional, it really did feel physical for a while. He could’ve sworn his heart was cracking in his chest. Dustin saw the previous joyful expression on his face drop.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here,” the kid suggested. He didn’t think his friend needed to be subjected to anymore of this cruelty.

He wouldn’t budge though, he was still standing there. He needed you to see the pain you were causing him, how you’d made him feel in the hopes it would drown you in guilt– if you could even experience such an emotion. “I didn’t know you were so shallow,” he called. It was clear to him that this was the first time you were realizing he was there. There was a fear slipping into your eyes, and you resembled something like a deer caught in headlights. “Glad to know what you really think of me.”

“Eddie–”

“No. No, I wouldn’t want to take up anymore of the princess’ time. I’m clearly not worthy.” He turned on his heel and began walking the other way. There wasn’t even anything down there that he needed, but he just knew he couldn’t face walking past you like that. Dustin followed, shooting you a harsh glare over his shoulder for hurting his friend. For the last couple days, due to all of Eddie’s girly ramblings about you, he assumed you’d changed, but now here you were proving that idea wrong. He couldn’t even imagine how truly crushed his friend was, or how pissed he was, considering Dustin himself was pretty damn pissed.

The look of betrayal on his face hurt more than words could explain. The guilt was multiplied by at least a million. You knew you shouldn’t have said anything, you didn’t even know why you opened your big mouth to say something in the first place. It was dumb, painfully so, and it was going to take a lot to try and make up for this. And it was going to have to start with you rethinking who your friends were. You couldn’t claim to have a crush on a guy if you surround yourself with all these people who openly mock him, and you didn’t even come to his defense.

“Excuse me,” you muttered quietly, pushing your way through the group of girls who didn’t even hear you, just so you could follow after him in the direction he took off. They didn’t know where you were going, but even if they were curious, you wouldn’t care to explain to them. You didn’t need to justify having to swallow your pride in order to talk to a guy they thought was a social reject.

You had to chase after him like a scolded puppy, calling his name more than once. All eyes were on the two of you as you walked the maze that was the halls of the school. If he finally did give you the time of day to talk to him, you knew there was no way you could do it in front of all these people. They didn’t need to hear it.

“Eddie, please, just give me two minutes,” you begged. The way you pleaded with him seemed to get through to him for a minute. He paused, despite Dustin’s insistence that he shouldn’t give you the time.

He was whispering something to the kid that you couldn’t hear, but it must have been something along the lines of him giving the two of you some time. Henderson made it known how angry he was when he walked past you, glaring so harshly that you thought his look would kill you if it could. You couldn’t do anything but look away from him in discomfort, he was proud of himself at the fact he’d made you squirm.

As soon as Dustin was gone, you took that as your sign to get started. “I’m-I’m sorry,” you began. You heard him scoff, but you also couldn’t blame him for that, that was in fact an incredibly lame ass apology. You just didn’t know what else you were supposed to say to him.

“You’re sorry? Is that all you have to say for yourself?” People seemed to think it was exciting to watch you get yelled at by the resident freak of Hawkins. Eddie notably didn’t like jocks, and they’d seen him start arguments with Jason on more occasions that they could count, but never once had he gone for a cheerleader like this. It was like a once in a lifetime thing.

Your eyes were growing teary. You knew it was pathetic to try and cry in the hopes it would make him kinder. It was completely unfair actually, but you weren’t sure what else to do. “I-I don’t know what to do. What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything.”

He huffed. “You want to do something for me?” It was more of a rhetorical question but you nodded after it nonetheless. “Leave me alone. Go back to your great life, and your perfect little friends, and stay away from me,” he hissed.

He hated the look that crossed your face, but he hated even more that he was so upset by it. Why did you still have control over his heart when you’d been the one to rip it out of his chest in the first place? It wasn’t like he had done anything to deserve it. “Is that really what you want?” Your voice was so quiet that he almost didn’t hear it, and he wished he hadn’t because that sentence was truly the final thing that solidified the crack that ran down the middle of his heart. His answer to this was going to finish the both of you.

He didn’t want to say yes. No matter how much his brain screamed at him to tell you no, he couldn’t listen to it. “Yes.”

You inhaled shakily, visibly holding back tears that his words had brought to your eyes for the second time. You wished you had just never opened your mouth, then you really wouldn’t have been in this situation. “Right. Okay.” If you could have just left it at that, the two of you might have ended on the slightest of better terms, but you just had to open your mouth again. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do? I-I don’t think you realize how serious I am when I say I’ll do anything.”

It looked as though he might have considered it for a second or two, but ultimately he decided against it. “I have to get to class,” he muttered, attempting to walk past you.

Your hand wrapped around his bicep though, a small smile crossing your face. “Since when have you ever been on time for class, Munson?” you tried to joke. He didn’t seem to think it was funny, trying to brush you off of him. It only served to make you more sad if anything. You frowned as you removed your hand from him like he wanted you to. “Sorry,” you muttered.

It was painfully awkward. You tried to offer something that would make him feel better, a kind act that was meant to try and get you back on his good side. “I, uh, I can take Ozzy for the day, and night, if you want.”

He had forgotten that the baby was still in his grasp, probably much too tightly considering the anger in his body right now. But he didn’t care about that so much. Now that his attention was drawn back to it though, he realized how much he didn’t want to spend the rest of this project trying to act civil with you. “Forget it. I’ll finish the project on my own, that way you can go back to being Hawkin’s perfect, princess cheerleader sooner.” It stung a little, but you supposed you’d earned it.

He was completely avoiding your gaze, and you wished you could have said you blamed him. “Eddie…” Your voice was so weak that it almost convinced him, but he was determined to be stronger than that. He wasn’t going to give in to you just because he felt bad, you had made him feel so much worse than you were feeling right now, you deserved to feel like this. He didn’t even look at you as he walked away.

If you didn’t have a class that you needed to get to ASAP, you could have potentially broken down into tears right there. You felt horrible, in a way you’d never felt before, and the guilt was already eating you alive.

»»——⍟——««

It had been days since Eddie last spoke to you, and you felt like you were having withdrawals. Your original plan was to essentially never speak to him again after your project was over, but now you actually found yourself missing him and his shitty jokes. It was incredible to you how close you could get to someone in less than two weeks when doing such an involved assignment together. In any other situation, Eddie probably would have made a joke about how Ozzy now had to suffer with divorced parents, but that was missing too. There was a lot less humor in your days.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried, you had attempted many times to talk to him, but he didn’t want to hear it each and every time. He wouldn’t say anything to tell you to go away, he just ignored you. He actually wouldn’t even look at you. It made the class you were partnered together for painfully awkward.

“Hey, Eddie,” you greeted, wringing your hands together nervously. He didn’t look up from where he was scribbling in his notebook. He never actually did work in this class, you knew that much, so you knew he wasn’t planning on starting now. You didn’t let him tell you you couldn’t sit beside him, you just sat down. You did hear him grumble about it though. “How’s it been going with Oz?”

Before all this happened, he would have been over the moon that you were referring to Ozzy with a nickname, rather than calling him an ‘it’ still. Now though, he hadn’t even allowed you to take him for any period of time– not the days you were scheduled for, or the nights– he’d been doing it all. You knew he must have been exhausted, and you wished he would just ask for your help. You never thought you would be willing to care for a fake baby that just screams all the time, but now here you are.

He didn’t answer you, which had you sinking down into your seat more. You were embarrassed. “Miss Y/L/N, is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

You had been so caught up in Eddie that you didn't even realize the class had begun. Now all eyes were on you, Chrissy and the other jocks snickering in their seats at the expression on your face. You had gone from a kicked puppy to sheepish.

Your voice was quiet when you spoke. “No, sir. Sorry.” The man had noticed you looked a little more down today, and he put the pieces together and assumed it was something to do with Munson. He didn’t know what teenage relationship bullshit was going on, and he absolutely didn’t want to get into it, but he would step in if he thought it would affect your grade. For the most part he knew it would be fine, considering Eddie was always good with this assignment, but he would intervene if he had to.

He nodded. “Alright, then. So today’s task requires communication. I’m expecting you and your partner to consider the financial responsibilities of having a kid. Are they going to college? How are you going to save that kind of money? It’s vital that you talk about this.”

The gesture made you smile at Mr G, grateful that he’d picked up on the fact you were trying to right a wrong and given you this opportunity. He flashed you a smile, one that he knew you’d recognise as being for you. Even if he was annoyed previously that you’d been talking when he was trying to conduct his lesson, he still had some decency to try and help. You didn’t talk again until he set you off on your tasks, giving you all the okay.

“So, dad, you emotionally ready to plan for Oz to go off to college? Won’t be too sad watching him go?” When he didn’t respond you tried to crack a joke, hoping you could earn a smile or something at the least. “They grow up so fast don’t they?”

You watched as the metalhead’s hand shot up in the air. It took barely a minute for your teacher to recognize it, nodding his direction. “Can I go to the bathroom?” You visibly deflated, but it wasn’t like the older man could tell him no if he wanted to.

“Sure.”

From there you were left sitting by yourself, taking Ozzy from Eddie’s desk and playing with the dolls hands for something to do. Your teacher felt pity for you, even if he didn’t know the full story of what was going on– he did have some idea considering gossip spread like a wildfire in high school— but he usually stayed out of it. Right now there was nothing he could do, so it seemed, that would help.

After failing to have Eddie actually speak to you directly, even at the instruction of your teacher, you thought your only other option was to approach his friends.

You took your chances when you couldn’t see him at the lunch table. Him and his friends sat at the same one every day, so you knew where to look, but you had to wait for an opportunity when he wasn’t there. That wasn’t often. It took a lot of waiting, and glances over your shoulder that probably made you look pretty obsessive. But eventually, you watched as he left the cafeteria for some reason, giving you the perfect chance to head over to the table to talk.

“Uh, hi,” you greeted, coming to a stop at the end of the table. They all turned to look at you. Some looked confused, others looked annoyed, and one of them, Jeff you thought his name was, seemed like he was prepared to greet you. That was until Dustin nudged him and shook his head. Though he was one of the youngest sitting there, it very much appeared like he was sort of running the show. The distaste within them all at the sight of you made you even more uncomfortable than you already were upon approach. “Looks like he’s told you guys then. But I just, I want to apologize, please.”

Your eyes were pleading with anyone of them that would look at you, but it seemed like none of them wanted to hear it. “Dustin,” you called. “If anyone could convince him to give me another shot, it’s you. Please.” Everyone had turned to him now, to try and gauge what he was thinking of doing.

There must’ve been something about you that changed your tune since the last time you held an interaction with the younger boy. Whether that was your eyes, what you were asking him, or maybe he just realized you were serious about this. He thought a lot of things about the cheerleaders within this high school, but he didn’t think a single one of them would go to these kinds of lengths to embarrass someone they saw as even less than beneath them.

It was probably that which gave him the confidence you were genuine. He cared about Eddie, and if he thought there was even a slight risk being posed to his friend, he wouldn’t go through with what you were asking of him. “Well, he’d totally not love it if you dropped those friends of yours, and he’d probably not love it if you made some sort of grand gesture to show him you were serious,” he said, raising his eyebrows and flashing you an awful attempt at a subtle wink when he spoke.

It took you a second or two to catch on, but when you managed it was like a light bulb went off in your head. Everyone at the table, despite the fact they were still confused, saw the way in which your eyes lit up, a gasp tumbling past your lips. You placed your hands on Dustin’s shoulders, kissing his cheek gratefully, ignoring the way he blushed brightly. “You’re a lifesaver.”

With that you scurried away, bidding the table a few half-hearted goodbyes. You had a plan to concoct, so there wasn’t really any time for you to waste. You needed to find a quiet place as soon as possible where you could sit and brainstorm what this big grand idea might be. That place happened to be the library, which was basically empty considering it was lunch time. It was perfect.

The dropping your friends part would be easy, you could say one wrong thing and you would be dead to them in seconds. So, as long as you said something about Eddie’s good nature, it would be fine. As for a gesture that would change his mind about his feelings towards you, that would be a little more difficult. Eddie was already quite the extravagant guy, so you thought it would be difficult to do something that would impress him. But you were sure you’d be able to manage eventually. There had to be something you could do that was so out of character for you that it just screamed ‘I have a huge crush on you’.

You were very stuck in your own thoughts for a while, the end of your pencil in your mouth as you chewed mindlessly. You were so distracted that you didn’t notice someone else coming into the room at first, not until they spoke to you. “Excuse me, do you–” He stopped when he realized what his mistake had been. He hadn’t realized he was speaking to you until you raised your head, though in hindsight it probably should have been obvious. Maybe it was the jacket thrown over your cheer uniform that meant he just didn’t notice.

“Hi,” you said, weakly. The clear look of disgust on his face made your chest ache. He just scoffed, shaking his head and trodding further into the library. It looked like he was looking for something, probably one of his nerdy ones.

With a sigh, you realized you didn’t particularly want to still be there when he came back from being lost amongst the shelves, not if he was only going to look at you with those same hatred filled eyes all over again. You didn’t know how much more of this cold shoulder you could take from him.

“I’ll win you back Munson,” you whispered, eyes in his general direction though you could only see quick sightings of him as he moved along the shelves. “I swear by it.”

You began to pack up your things, hurriedly. Thankfully, you managed to head out before you saw him again, but he saw the back of your retreating figure just as you left the doors. He felt a little disgruntled. His half a question had been the most interaction he’d had with you in weeks. Though he was the one who was rejecting any form of communication with you, he had to admit he did miss talking to you.

»»——⍟——««

To say you were nervous for the day was an understatement. Your regular life was going to change for the sole reason of a boy. You had thought about it deeply, whether you wanted to make such a sacrifice for some guy that you decided you had feelings for within a week, but then you thought of all he’d done for you and made you feel in those seven days– which was so much– and then you knew this was the right decision.

Upon entering the school, the first thing you needed to do was track down your fellow cheerleaders and give them a little piece of your mind. It wasn’t hard to find the preppy girls with the bright uniforms and high ponytails. They were in the courtyard, some sitting, others standing around and mocking anyone they set eyes on.

Maybe if you hadn’t seen Eddie with a couple of his friends just around the corner, you might not have gone through with it, but you knew at that moment that it was really important for you to do this. Not only was it for him, but you as well. It’d make you feel like a better person to know you weren’t tearing people down everyday like they were. You might have been doing it for a while, but now was the time you put a stop to it.

Even if you wanted to turn back last minute, they happened to spot you before you could consider doing so.

“Y/N, there you are! We didn’t think you were ever gonna show,” Chrissy said. Usually you would have faked a smile as they all turned to welcome you, but not this time around. They were a little confused as to why you weren’t in uniform, you always were normally, it was sort of the rules. “Why aren’t you dressed for practice?” she asked.

It was a little difficult for you to grasp how exactly to begin what it was that you wanted to say, so you thought you needed to just spit it out while you still had the guts. “I actually need to talk to you guys about something.”

Chelsea gasped, feigning sympathy. “You can tell us anything. We’re all friends here.” Her tone was painful to listen to. It was so clearly fake that you pulled a face. Usually you wouldn’t bother acknowledging it, but it was bothering you more than it ever had before right now. Now that you had mentally addressed the fact that they were pretty unbearable to be around to the average person, you found you couldn’t tolerate them any longer either.

You took a deep breath, partly to calm your nerves and partly so you wouldn’t scream at Chelsea for being so aggravating.

“I’m quitting,” you said simply. “I don’t want to do cheer anymore.”

There were a couple gasps here and there, and though they pretty much all seemed shocked, some didn’t care as much as others did. Some were more confused than shocked. You deciding out of nowhere that you were quitting cheer, right after the events that transpired with Eddie, seemed too convenient for the two things not to be related. And of course, someone had to open their big mouth and question it, but not in the nicest way they could. “Is this because of Munson? You’re doing what that freak wants now?”

You were completely unaware that Eddie could hear your entire conversation, and he wasn’t exactly overjoyed about the way he was being spoken about. He assumed you were once again going to let those comments about him slide and he didn’t think he wanted to stick around to see how this panned out. So, with little words spoken to his friends, he took off.

You rolled your eyes. “This isn’t because of him, it’s because you guys are assholes,” you told them. You saw the slight hurt on their faces, but surprisingly didn’t feel bad about it at all. “You’re, like, the worst friends anyone could ever have.”

Marianne scoffed. “Like he’s any better?”

“He is. He’s so much better than any of you will ever be.”

It seemed like none of them really knew what to say. They hadn’t expected this to be the way the conversation panned out– not in a million years actually. “You’re actually defending that freak, right now?” one of them asked.

You huffed. “Stop calling him that. He has a name!” Even though you had originally felt slightly bad for how things were going down here, the more you spoke and the more they insulted the boy you liked, the more you were grateful that you’d gotten the weight of all of this off of your shoulders. The way your pisces had picked up meant attention was being drawn to you all now– once again you couldn’t have cared less.

“You know what, Y/N, if you’re gonna be his guard dog then you’re off the team.”

You laughed, right in their faces, it was like they had completely disregarded the statement that had started this whole discussion. Could they really kick you off of the team if you had quit moments beforehand. “I’m perfectly okay with that. You’re doing me a favor actually.”

Little did you know, although that conversation hadn’t exactly been heard by Eddie, it had been heard by one of his friends who would be sure to tell him exactly everything that happened after he left. Jeff was positive his friend would want to know.

After the way you spoke to your ‘friends’ earlier today, you didn’t exactly have anyone to sit with when lunch rolled around. It meant your plan would be able to be carried out easier, considering your full attention could be put on to it, but it did mean you looked a little odd lingering in the doorway of the room.

In the cafeteria, you had to wait for Dustin’s signal before you were going to make your little scene. He was supposed to tell you when the perfect time was, not only for Eddie, but when the room was at its busiest. The two of you agreed that although it would be terrifying, it was only really meaningful when the most people were there. If you were admitting your love to a crowd of only a couple people, then you weren’t really showing that you meant your words. Instead, you would wait until the peak of lunch, when Eddie had a dip in conversation that would give you the perfect opportunity.

The signal was a simple wave that you were waiting for. You leaned against the doorframe of the cafeteria entrance, eyes locked on the table where the hellfire club sat, talking theatrically amongst themselves like they always did. Your eyes were on Dustin specifically, though occasionally they would stray to the head of the table where the boy you were desperate to impress sat– unsuspecting of what was about to go down.

As soon as you saw that brief wave you headed over, ignoring the murmurs from your old friends when they saw you pass by. “Eddie?” you called, sweetly.

However, he was far from so kind to you, turning to look at you with what could only be called a look of disgust. He sighed, dropping his food back into his lunchbox. “Why can’t you take the hint? Have you really not noticed that I don’t want to talk to you?” It was the first time he’d spoken to you in days, and the most words he’d said in a while now.

You may have been easily pushed away before, but now you weren’t taking no for an answer. “No, this time you’re going to listen to me.”

He was about to protest, but then you turned to Dustin before he could.

The curly haired kid offered you a hand, to which you thanked him, stepping up onto the chair and then the table in tow. Eddie was watching you in complete confusion, looking between you and Dustin in the hopes that one of you would give him some idea as to what was going on. He didn’t like being out of the loop like this, and he had no idea when you and the kid had gotten so friendly with one another, but he didn’t love it.

You cleared your throat, shaking off your hands in an attempt to get rid of all the nerves. “Excuse me?” you yelled. Munson’s heart sank; this wasn’t what he was expecting– he couldn’t even try and take a guess of where this might be going. The chaos of the room calmed down, all eyes turning to look at you. “I have something to say,” you announced.

There were some people who yelled things at you, saying that they didn’t care or stuff along those lines. It earned some laughs, but you weren’t going to let that stop you.

You took a deep breath, glancing at Eddie once before you looked out around at the groups of people watching you. It was slightly intimidating, especially when you could see your fellow cheerleaders giggling and pointing at you, making literally no effort to hide it. “I’m in love with Eddie Munson!” you yelled.

There was a chorus of gasps from various places around the room. “You what?” you heard Eddie ask. He sounded entirely shocked.

Rather than look out at the crowd, you turned to look at him again. This time around you spoke directly to him, rather than to all the other people who didn’t really need to understand the weight of your words. You hoped this way it would appear as though it was coming more from the heart. “I think I’m in love with you. And I’m sorry for being such an asshole, but I need you to forgive me.”

He looked like he didn’t know what to say, so you took the opportunity of the silence to keep talking.

“I– I wasn’t fair to you, but it’s only been a couple days and I miss you already. And I miss taking care of that dumb baby with you,” you laughed, coaxing him into a chuckle as well. To anyone who wasn’t a senior partaking in the baby assignment, they probably thought you sounded crazy– or you’d actually had a child with Eddie– which was another shocking admission if you had. You liked how promising it was that he was laughing with you. Surely that meant you were back in his good graces. “I don’t know how you did it, but you enchanted me, and I don’t think I can come back from this.”

He was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, a look of interest on his face. It was like he was thinking over what you were proposing, and he wanted to make you sweat. But you could tell he was trying to bite back a smile. “I mean, I guess Ozzy’s missed his mom.”

Your entire expression changed. Those words had filled you with a hope that you couldn’t begin to explain. “So, what d’you say? Give me a second chance?”

He motioned for you to get down from your place on the table. Like the gentleman he was, he helped you down, and only then did you start to feel a little shy. You didn’t know what it was, considering you’d just been perfectly fine with hundreds of eyes on you. Something felt different now, whether that was just because it felt more real or intimate, you didn’t know. “Hi,” you whispered.

“You just can’t take no for an answer can you?” he teased. You were glad you could pick up on the fact he was joking, otherwise that sentence would have killed you. He beamed at you as you shook your head, and it was something about your smile that told him he had to kiss you that second. He couldn’t wait another moment for this, not when the last time he’d kissed you had been forever ago.

You weren’t sure who initiated the kiss first, but you didn’t even care, it just felt right. You both knew people were watching, which probably should have made you a little uncomfortable, but for some reason it didn’t, you actually hoped your ‘friends’ were watching so they could realize how wrong they’d been. Right now you were just completely blinded by everything Eddie. The way his lips felt, the tightness his hand used to grip your waist– like he was scared of you disappearing, and the way your senses just screamed him.

He was the first one to pull away, though his hand found the back of your head and kept you close.

You rested your forehead against his, uncaring of those who were still watching you. Most had turned away by now, deciding they didn’t care one bit about your private life, but there were still a few stray spectators. You really didn’t plan on paying them any attention though, not when you knew they were only interested in using this as gossip they could spread around. “I’m so glad this went well,” you breathed, painfully relieved. “Do you know how embarrassing it would have been if you just rejected me while I was up there?”

That thought made him laugh. “That’s what I should have done. Got your heart racing a little bit,” he tormented. You rolled your eyes, bumping your fist against his arm. His laughter died down a little, the boy suddenly becoming serious. “Thank you. I seriously appreciate the effort you went through to make this apology. No one’s ever done something like that for me before.”

It felt like an honor to you to be able to provide him with love he’d never gotten before. “Well, I plan to be around for a while, so there’ll be plenty more where that comes from,” you promised. His whole face lit up.

“I hope so.” Despite the fact there were still people around, specifically Eddie’s younger friends who were still very much intrigued in the fact the boy had finally managed to get a girlfriend, he kissed you again.

If the kids wanted to stare like you were some sort of tourist attraction, that was on them. Though they were still planning on vocalizing their disgust. “Guys, come on, your child’s watching,” Mike attempted to force you apart. To be fair to him, it did work, the two of you pulled away from each other laughing, turning your heads to where Ozzy was planted on the table where Eddie had been sitting.

“Your friends are weird,” you muttered, grinning up at him so he knew you weren’t being judgy, just ‘observing.’

He nodded, squeezing you into his side. There was a kind kiss placed on your temple. “Well, you better get used to it. You’re one of us now.”

+ Bonus scene:

Graduation day was a day Eddie never thought he’d see. Out of the three he should’ve seen, he was actually only on his first one. It was an achievement for everyone, but it was a different level of achievement for him. And it was even more incredible that he actually had a girlfriend to share this with. He thought that was another day that would never come. All around, today just felt surreal.

Wayne had cried once already, though the younger of the two insisted he couldn’t do it again unless he wanted him to get emotional too. And for the most part he’d been able to stick to that promise.

You and Eddie met up outside the school, something that was pre-planned so the two of you could hang out before the ceremonies started. Your parents were with you, along with your younger brother, the four of you in conversation while you waited. They were actually the ones who noticed him first, and they looked more excited to see him than you did. They loved the idea of you and Eddie– your mother had always thought it was only a matter of time before the two of you got together.

You only realized he was there after your parents stared over your shoulder for too long. “What are you guys looking at?” you asked, looking behind you to find the two Munson’s approaching– with Wayne fussing over the tie he’d made Eddie wear– he kept claiming it needed to be straightened.

A small squeal left your lips, rushing over to him before it became clear to him that you were running at him. He was taken a little off guard by your body colliding with his, but he accepted your hug nonetheless, wrapping his arms around you. He was in a better mood than you thought you’d ever seen him– maybe that was because he was finally making it out of school.

“I missed you,” he muttered, pulling back from you to place a kiss on your lips. You grinned, trying not to flush at the behavior, he very easily made you flustered. “You saw me last night,” you reminded him.

He shrugged. “Still missed you,” he told you, before you pulled him back in for another kiss. To say he was the one claiming he missed you, you were the one who was desperate for him to keep kissing you. Since the day you’d made things official, only a few months back now, you had adored him. At first he thought you might go back on all you said to him the day you admitted your feelings, but you weren’t ashamed of being with him like he worried you’d be.

The sound of a throat being cleared had Eddie’s eyes snapping open. At the sight of your father, he pulled away– though he didn’t exactly want to. “Uh, as much as I love this greeting, your dad’s sort of watching.” He was right, and it looked as though the man could kill. You groaned, brushing your nose over Eddie’s before you fully pulled away.

“Well, in that case, we should get going. Let’s go, Munson,” you instructed, tugging on his hand to lead him inside the school building.

It was all over so quickly. You didn’t know how but it barely felt like any time at all had passed before you’d walked the stage, grabbed your diploma and were now being engulfed in a hug by your loving boyfriend and his uncle. Your family had already suffocated you with love, so now it was their turn. Plus you thought Eddie deserved even more love than you’d received, and both you and Wayne were happy to give that to him for as long as he pleased.

“Munson! I wanted to talk to you.” The sound of a voice calling his last name made his head turn. It also unfortunately meant that your hug had to come to a swift end.

Eddie hadn’t expected for Mr G to need him for anything, but when his beloved teacher called his name, he felt like he had to see what it was that he wanted. It wasn’t like the man could give him detention or anything of the sorts– which he was glad for considering he’d given some of the teachers a few of his true thoughts about them. He’d used some colorful words.

“What’s up?” he asked.

For a second the teacher's eyes flickered to you, offering you a kind smile when he noticed you were there. It actually made the moment better.

“I’m probably not supposed to. But I thought I’d give you this, for old time’s sake.” He offered out the fake baby that resulted in your relationship, a sweet gesture. It was probably less than practical— in what world does a graduating twenty-year old need a plastic baby from his health class— but it was more about the memories that made it important. You could have sworn you saw Eddie’s eyes water a bit. “The batteries are out, so it won’t start randomly crying or anything. I just thought you might like it. As a reminder of something good that came out of having it for so long.”

The younger of the two nodded, and you and Wayne watched on fondly. “Thank you. Don’t know how I’d get by in that big cruel world without my Ozzy,” he joked, but the thank you was completely genuine.

Conversation was made for only a short time longer. He bid you and Eddie good luck, and the two of you thanked him for being the indirect reason your relationship had begun, and then all of you were on your way, back with the final member of your little, funny family.

++Bonus bonus scene:

When you and Eddie got together back in highschool, neither of you truly thought you’d last. Even if you wanted to be with him forever, the odds weren’t in your favor, it was rare that highschool relationships made it past college— even though Eddie wasn’t going to college.

But here you were, almost a decade later against all odds. You’d gotten the degree you’d worked your ass off for, with your boyfriend taking the time to visit you at your college of choice as often as he could, and you had landed yourself a pretty decent job that you were proud of. Meanwhile your boyfriend was beginning to make it big in the musical world like he’d wanted. He started off his proper music career the same way it had run in highschool. A couple days a week he’d perform at the hideout, while working part time elsewhere for the money. One day he just got lucky, and now here he was on his way to stardom with you by his side.

Things were good, even better now that there was the impending arrival of your first child. It had been unexpected, but you and Eddie were over the moon either way, and you were going to try to be the best parents you possibly could be— even despite your jobs that require so much time and work. You’d do anything to make it possible to give this baby the most love and best life they deserved.

Just because you had begun to plan for them, didn’t mean you’d considered arguably the most vital part about having a baby. The two of you hadn’t thought about baby names, at all.

The realization didn’t even hit you until you were lying there in the hospital bed, squeezing Eddie’s hand half to death as birth kicked your ass. He was trying to help as best he could, stroking your hair and letting you take your pain out on him. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to what you were feeling, he couldn’t really complain.

“We didn’t pick a name!” you hissed, a sob bubbling up in the back of your throat from the pain. He tried to reassure you that it didn’t matter. He’d heard people say in movies and such before that sometimes the name just comes to you after you see your baby for the first time. And he was desperately hoping for your stress levels that it was true. “We’ll get one baby. I promise.”

You winced. “There isn’t really a lot of time.”

He was a lot more concerned about you than a name right now. What was important to him was that you just got this baby here safely, without worrying about anything else. And he told you that, to which you hastily agreed when you were informed it was time for you to start pushing. Though you were terrified beyond words, you didn’t really have much of a choice. But at least you had Eddie there every step of the way to calm your worries in any way that he could.

There was never a moment where your hand went unheld, or you felt even slightly alone. He was proving once again that he was the most perfect man you had ever met. This was furthered when he showered you in praise after your baby, a healthy baby boy, was set on your chest for the first time. Both of you were emotional, arguably him more than you, but he still made sure you felt eternally loved.

“Any names spring to mind?” he asked, trying to rapidly wipe at the tears leaking from the corner of his eyes. He heard you laugh, like a part sigh of relief, and another part so overjoyed.

Your eyes were difficult to pull away from the baby on your chest, but you managed long enough to look your lover in the eye while you provided him with an answer to his question. “Ozzy,” you breathed. “His name’s Ozzy.”

The nurses might have thought it was weird, because they didn’t understand the backstory behind the name like you and Eddie did, but it meant more to the two of you than you could ever begin to explain. You watched as your boyfriend’s eyes welled up at the mention of the memory that had brought you two together in the very beginning. “That’s perfect. With that name he’s gonna be the coolest baby ever. If only Mr G could see the real Ozzy Munson.”

You hummed, stroking your thumb over his tiny head. It felt like an impossible task to be able to cherish all the features of the newborn in the way that they deserved. “Maybe he can after things calm down a little. I’m sure he’d like to see the family he played a part in creating.”

Eddie beamed, dropping a kiss to the top of your head and then Ozzy’s– though the one Ozzy got lingered for much longer. “I think that’d be awesome.”

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