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EDDIE X Bookworm/Romance Reader.

Warnings: F reader, loneliness and mentions of bullying. Use of Y/N.

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You'd graduated far past shame at this point, so it was with a 'i don't actually care if you see' attitude that you'd packed a romance novel in your bag to read during lunch that morning. You were new and did not have many people to speak with at this stage and no one seemed particularly interested in changing that

It was almost cliche, that whenever you expressed an interest in anything someone within the school would find a way to make fun of it. You'd been humiliated when you'd said you like to read fantasy books in a class introduction in English.

You'd had your books knocked out of your arms for saying you didn't really enjoy a certain movie, and the same for saying you did enjoy another.

Highschool was just like that you supposed. So, rather than sit in the cafeteria you'd found a shady spot by a tree and curled up with your latest Judith McNaught novel and your lunch. You'd been so engrossed by the novel you'd not actually heard the bell ring, and by the time a teacher caught you, you were 15 minutes late. In your hurry, you left the damn book there.

It wasn't there when you got out of class. You swore up a storm as you stomped your way to lost property. While the office ladies were not sympathetic, they said they'd call your parents if it was found.

It took Two. Fucking. Weeks. But they called, and your book was back in your hands, after a slightly judgemental look from the office lady. You raced home, enthusiastic to keep reading. After showering and changing you lounged in the bed, opening the book to find it'd been defiled.

Someone had written in your book. You were angry, for a moment, and hesitantly started reading before you noticed it wasn't name calling, just messy annotations in the margins.

You quickly flipped back to the beginning, and sure enough there were notes in the margins the whole way through. Little chapter summaries on the first page of the next chapters.

The notes weren't. . . Approving necessarily but they weren't bullying. You closed the book and tried to identify how you felt about it. You were a little pissed that someone wrote in your book but from the little notes you'd read so far, it was like having a friend read with you. It felt exciting.

You started from the beginning, reading all the little annotations and laughing harder than you normally would at the book. You firmly disagreed with some of the points and took to marking those points in red so you could argue back with your anonymous reader.

You read all through dinner, and stayed up late to finish, spurred on my comments like "wow, what a coincidence" when the two leads met 'by accident' and "What does that even mean" to a flowery line description of the Hero.

The comments continued, though the steamy scenes ("Does gravity even work like that?", "There is NO way that feels good", "... Adding that to my bucket list" )

Through the drama ("JUST TALK TO EACHOTHER", "Please for the love of god just FUCK" and "Jesus. H. Christ)

And to the conclusion of the book, with the characters happily in love ( "FINALLY" "This would have been better with monsters" and "I can't believe she's pregnant!")

You finished the book at one in the morning, turning to the last page and seeing a phone number scrawled in the messy writing you'd come to enjoy.

"Call me" was written underneath.

You didn't even hesitate, scrambling down the stairs and dialling the number in the darkness of the kitchen. Anxiety hit you once the phone was ringing. It was late who would even-

"Hello?" A groggy voice answered and a rush of humiliation ran through you as you heard the deep voice. A guy then, you thought.

You wanted to say so much. You wanted to say that that was the best way you've read a book, or that you appreciated his thoughtfully designed annotations but instead you came out with "Is this the asshole that wrote In my book?" There was a beat of silence and then loud, boisterous laughter came down the phone. You could feel yourself blushing just at the sound and snapped, out of embarrassment "Was this some kind of joke!? It's not fucking funny"

The laughter stopped as suddenly as it started and the person on the other line said "No . . . What makes you think that?"

You huff "You're laughing at me"

You can hear the smile in the voice when they reply "Not at you."

You're clutching the phone tighter when you spit out "At what then!?". Through all the anxiety and humiliation fuelled anger you do notice the voice sounds friendly. You kind of ache a little at that, wanting a friend here so badly it knots your stomach.

The laughing voice comes back with "I wasn't expecting a call for fucking ages. It took me two weeks to read that book. What, did you skim it?"

Oh. That settles the anxiety in your stomach a little and you let out a viable breath, shrinking on yourself a little when you say back, quietly "No, I just read quick. I stayed up."

"I see, you're a bookworm then!" The voice sounds so fond somehow, so endearing that you burst into tears.

You try to muffle it, you do, but the intake of breath carries across the line and with a panicked "Shit, I'm sorry! What did I say?!"

You giggle at that, laughing through your tears as you take a steadying breath "No no, it wasn't you." Another sob leaves you "it's just- nice."

"Nice" the other person says, confused.

You hum in agreement, still crying but quieter now "no one's been this nice since I got here" you say, shyly.

An understanding noise comes through the line "ah" they say, suddenly shy as well.

You take a few steadying breaths before saying "Thank you"

"You're welcome" they say, the smile back in their voice "So...."

That makes you laugh again "So..." You repeat, in a slightly teasing matter

They laugh again. It's loud and happy. It make you smile and you're sure they can hear your quiet laughter through the phone.

"Do I get to know your name, little bookworm?" The voice is teasing. Deliberately light but you can tell there is a little flirting in there.

Oh. Your blush is back.

"Y/n" you say, quiet, "Do I get yours?"

"Eddie" they say and for the first time they sound nervous.

You're quiet for just a moment before you ask "The Eddie that makes scenes in the cafeteria?"

"Yeah...."

"Oh! You're in my math class." You say, excited, not mentioning that you'd never actually seem him attend said class, but glad you found a point of connection.

A relieved laugh comes through the line and it makes you smile as he said "Am I now?" You only him lowly in agreement before he asks "Do you have anymore books I can write in?" He asks, voice heavy with suggestion.

A huge grin breaks out on your face and you close your eyes "I've got a better idea" you tell him

"Oh? And whats that?" He asks, voice still flirty

You try and match his tone when you say "we could just read em together? My books can stay pen free"

He laughs again and you join in "Alright little bookworm, it's a deal. Mine or yours?"

"Mine. When?"

"Where do you live?" You tell him "I can be there in 10"

"It's a date" you say, breathless.

"See you soon, little bookworm" he says, the fondness that had made you cry back in his voice.

"See you soon, Eddie." You say.

It's not until you hang up the phone that you realise the time. It takes you all of ten minutes to plot a way to sneak your new friend into your room. Just as you're finished dumping water bottles, snacks and spare blankets in your room you see lights outside, via your window, and see a van pulling up.

He had arrived.

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Fruit Salad

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie Munson's ex-not-quite-girlfriend Hannah Newby is pregnant. But it's not his. And she won't say whose it is. Very slow burn. Exes to friends to (eventual) lovers.

A/N: This is my first ever fic! Thank you so so so much to @shybunnie20 for being absolutely wonderful and helping me so much. Definitely go check out her work, she's amazing.

Contents: No upside down. Pregnancy. Reader is called Hannah because I didn't want to use Y/N but no physical description of reader (so maybe an OC? I don't know). Bob is her dad, because I love him. The Byers are still in Hawkins because I love them too.

Word count: 6.3K

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Chapter 1: Apple

Eddie finds out Hannah is pregnant and decides he wants to help.

September 1st, 1985 - 15 weeks pregnant

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"She's WHAT!?"

Eddie smacks the cafeteria table as his front chair legs hit the floor from where he's been rocking back on it, not paying any attention to his friends until he heard that.

"Pregnant," Gareth repeats. "Hannah Newby's pregnant."

"Hey, didn't you two-" Jeff is cut off by the screech of chair legs across the floor as Eddie scrambles away and out the door.

The boys left behind look at each other; wide eyed and grimacing.

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Five minutes later, Eddie is sweet talking Mrs Jennings in the school office. He can be really charming if he wants to be. Sometimes.

His uncle Wayne has always told him that office administrators are the ones with the real power. They can be your best friend, or they can make your life incredibly difficult. Keep them on side.

It's the first day of the new school year - Eddie's third attempt at graduating. Eddie still knew Hannah's schedule from last year, but that didn't help him now. He didn’t even know where her locker would be.

"Now, you let me know if you want me to take another look at your car sometime. Can't have my favourite person at this school breaking down on the way here! This place would fall apart without you." Eddie leans on the desk with a winning, dimple-filled smile.

"Oh, you are still such a nice boy, Eddie Munson." Mrs Jennings reaches out and pinches his cheek.

"Psh," Eddie waves her off bashfully. "Only to you, Mrs Jennings."

She tuts playfully at him and slides some papers across the desk. "Here you go, but remember, don't go telling anyone where you got that."

Eddie grabs it and clutches it to his chest. "Our little secret." He whispers and gives her a wink before he saunters away.

As soon as he’s out of sight, Eddie frantically scans the paper, and rushes off down the hallway. He rounds a corner and bounces off Connor Cunningham amongst a gaggle of jocks, all dressed in their green-sleeved jackets.

“Woah there.” Connor catches Eddie before he topples backwards. He is by far the nicest of the basketball team; meaning he doesn’t contribute to any of the bullying, just watches it happen.

Jason steps up and grips Eddie by the collar, shoving him away. “Watch it, freak!”

Eddie stumbles around them and carries on running down the corridor.

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"No way! I didn't think it was really true!"

"She doesn't look pregnant. Are you sure she didn't just put on weight?"

"Does anyone know whose it is yet?"

Jules stands like a guard dog next to Hannah digging through her locker. She glares at everyone walking past who is whispering and gawking. Jules isn’t naturally intimidating, but maybe it’s someone usually so relaxed seeming so hostile that sends people scurrying along.

She takes a moment to survey her best friend. Jules wants to know how Hannah is feeling, but knows her well enough to know she won’t say if asked. Ten years of friendship means that Jules is generally pretty attuned to Hannah’s emotions even when she tries to mask them. But right now, she’s shoved them so far down, Jules can’t tell what’s going on in her head.

Just as Jules is about to ask, she sees Eddie Munson hurrying towards them over Hannah’s shoulder. She coughs, “Incoming.” Nodding towards him. “You gonna be ok?”

Hannah nods and flashes her a tight smile.

Jules hesitates; she wants to comfort Hannah in some way, but knows that anything she tries right now will just overwhelm her. Instead, she attempts a smile in return and walks away in the opposite direction to Eddie.

Hannah takes a steadying breath and closes her locker door just as Eddie comes up beside her, shoulders tense and eyes wide with panic.

"It's not yours, Eddie." She glances up at him. "You can unclench."

"Oh," he sags and leans back against the wall of lockers, then perks straight back up again. "Are you sure? How far along are you?"

"Nearly 4 months. Fifteen weeks. Doctor says it's the size of an apple.” Hannah shakes her head. “I was already pregnant when we started hooking up." She ducks her head and focuses on her fingers fidgeting with a battered book spine. "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

Still refusing to look at him, Hannah walks around Eddie. He stares at the spot she was standing for a moment before moving in front of her again.

"Wait, is this why you dumped me?"

Hannah stares at him incredulously; "I didn't- We weren't-" She sighs. "Yes, Eddie. This is why I stopped hanging out with you."

Eddie looks at her, studying her face for a moment. Her figure and her face are maybe a little fuller, the only visual indication he can see of her pregnancy. He thinks she looks as beautiful as ever, but stressed and tired. The usual crinkle between her brows seems almost fixed in place.

"You've got history now, right?" Eddie swoops in and snatches the books from her arms, grinning at her. "Come on." He cocks his head down the hall and starts walking backwards away from her.

"Wha- what are you- Eddie, give me those!"

"Nuh-uh! You can't be carrying things when you're pregnant!"

"HEAVY things Eddie! I'm sure I'm fine carrying two books!"

"Best not to risk it. Come on!"

—

"How long do you think until she doesn’t even fit in the seat?"

"It's Munson's, right? It's got to be. They were all over each other at the end of last year."

"My mom warned me not to be friends with her."

Hannah sits through her history class staring straight ahead, determinedly ignoring her classmates and counting down the minutes to the end. The only saving grace is Mr Wilson. He has always been Hannah’s favourite teacher: stern, but kind, with a wicked sense of humour he'll share with you if he likes you. Mr Wilson seems to realise that Hannah isn’t entirely present, but thankfully decides to leave her be for now.

The lesson finally comes to a close, and the students start gathering their belongings and making their way to the door. Hannah takes her time as she has no desire to be engaged in conversation by any of her fellow classmates. And it’s not like she can outrun them.

“Miss Newby?” Mr Wilson peers over his glasses. “Can I keep you for a moment?”

Mr Wilson is a lanky man in his late 40s and has been teaching his whole adult life. He has seen everything. Not surprised anymore by anything students do. Just sometimes which student did it.

“So,” Mr Wilson starts once they are alone. “Are you ok?”

Hannah’s head shoots up from where she had been eyeballing the floor. “What?”

“I’m guessing this wasn’t what you had planned for your senior year and I know this can’t be easy. People can be shit.” Hannah’s eyebrows raise at her teacher’s profanity. “I just want you to know that you can come to me if you need anything. I mean it. Academic or otherwise. I will help you.”

Hannah blinks. "Thank you."

"Go on." He nods towards the door with a friendly smile. "Get."

As Hannah leaves the classroom frowning at the floor, she sees a pair of familiar Reeboks approach. Her gaze follows as her books are lifted from her arms again and she's met with the dimples of a smiling Eddie Munson.

"Hi there sweetheart. How was history?"

"Are you seriously not going to let me carry any books the whole time I'm pregnant?" Hannah's frown deepens. Eddie's smile only grows.

"Nope." Popping the p. "Art next, yeah?"

Hannah squints at him, but follows down the hallway with a huff. "What, have you been buttering up Mrs Jennings again?"

"Sorry, can't reveal my sources."

"Well that means yes."

"I am sworn to secrecy! You will never get it out of me!"

Eddie looks over at Hannah with a dazzling grin. She's still frowning, but there's a little sparkle in her eyes. Eddie thinks he would do just about anything to see that sparkle.

That's how it goes for the rest of the day. Hannah stoically ignores her fellow students during class, then Eddie meets her outside her classroom and carries her few books as he escorts her to the next one.

When Hannah exits her penultimate lesson of the day and she is greeted yet again by Eddie Munson's doe eyes, she finally asks what's been bugging her all day: "How are you even doing this? How do you get to my classrooms so quickly from yours?"

Eddie leans in conspiratorially. "That's for me to know, and you to figure out, sweetheart."

She narrows her eyes and points a finger in his face, making him recoil slightly; bemused. "Give me time."

Eddie lets out a booming laugh at that, and follows Hannah to her locker.

Eddie leans against the locker next to Hannah's. "How do you know it's an apple?"

"Hm?” Hannah is struggling with a giant sketchbook.

"This morning you said the baby is the size of an apple. How do you know?" Eddie guides Hannah out of the way and pulls the sketchbook free.

"The doctor gave me this chart that tells you the size of the baby each week and it has comparative fruits on it. This week it's an apple." Hannah shrugs. "Next week it's an avocado."

"Is that a fruit?" Eddie scrunches his face, puzzled.

Hannah shrugs again and starts towards her classroom. Eddie bounds after her.

"Hey,” Eddie nudges her shoulder with his. “You'll never guess what Jeff did."

"What?" Hannah is watching him out of the corner of her eye, careful to keep her expression blank at his antics.

"Don't ask why. Maybe he had an itch, maybe he was just curious, who knows. But he stuck the end of his pencil up his nose, and when he took it out, the eraser got left behind!"

"Ew." Hannah wrinkles her nose.

"I know! But it gets worse."

"How?!" Hannah finally turns to him as they come to a stop outside their destination.

"He sneezed and it shot out.” Eddie cackles. “Hit Carver in the back of the head!"

Hannah snorts, then smacks her hand over her mouth, mortified. She grabs her book out of Eddie's arms then flees through the classroom door, waving over her shoulder without looking back.

Eddie is thrilled.

"See you after class!" he calls out to her retreating figure, chuckling fondly to himself.

But when Hannah exits her last lesson of the day, Eddie is nowhere to be seen.

Hannah looks up and down the corridor, but still no Eddie. She knows she shouldn’t be disappointed; she shouldn't expect this of him when he doesn’t owe her anything. So she makes her way to her locker and takes out her backpack.

Just as she is closing the door, Eddie slams up against the lockers next to her, panting.

"Sorry." Deep breath. "Mrs O'Donnell." Wheeze. "She hates me."

"Still? You'd have thought she'd've gotten used to you by now."

Eddie squints up at her from where he's hunched over. "Rude."

He heaves himself upright with a groan and grabs the belongings from her hands. Eddie looks her over, and shakes his head. “You know this stuff is supposed to go on the paper, right?” He rubs at some charcoal on Hannah’s cheek with his thumb.

Hannah’s face flushes. “Shut up.” She swats his hand away and buffs her cheek with the heel of her hand.

Eddie grins. He’s delighted at affecting her, but takes pity on her and changes the subject. "Is your dad picking you up or is Jules giving you a ride home?"

"Jules is doing an art thing."

"Already? It's the first day of school, can't the girl take a break?"

Hannah shrugs and starts walking.

"So where are you meeting your dad?" Eddie follows.

"He's working."

"Joyce?"

"They broke up."

"Oh, that’s too bad - wait, I don't understand. How are you planning on getting home?"

"The bus."

Eddie stops. Holding his arm out in front of Hannah to halt her too. She scowls down at his arm in front of her then lifts her gaze to his.

Eddie splutters. "Are you kidding me?! Do you know how disgusting those things are? You're pregnant! Absolutely not. No. Not happening."

"Eddie-"

"No." He turns her to face him and holds her by the shoulders. "There is no way in hell I am letting you get on that germ infested tin can."

She squirms out of his grasp. "As opposed to your germ infested tin can."

"I'm giving you a ride, ok?"

"Eddie-"

"Ok?"

"Ed-"

"Please, Han?"

She looks at him for a moment. Then huffs, rolling her eyes. "Fine."

"Thank you."

—

They're at a stoplight and Eddie is rifling through the glovebox, leaning across the centre console and Hannah's knees with his tongue poking out in concentration. Hannah's gaze travels over his face, chewing her bottom lip as she studies him.

"Aha!" Eddie holds up a cassette tape in triumph, startling Hannah. "Sorry." Eddie immediately looks sheepish.

Hannah tries to get a look at the tape, but Eddie is waving it around too much before he puts it on to play.

Twangy guitar and a slow, steady drum beat fill the van as Eddie drives away. Hannah's head whips around to stare at Eddie, eyebrows shooting up her forehead before furrowing.

"The Chain?"

"It's your favourite song." Eddie shrugs, stealing a glance at her. Hannah sharply turns back to the windshield, but not before Eddie sees her bite down on the twitching corners of her mouth. Eddie's cheeks hurt, he’s smiling so wide.

Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

Eddie is slamming his palms on the wheel to the beat. He glances over and sees that Hannah's knee is bobbing along too. She doesn't even seem to be conscious of it. Eddie joins in with the next part of the song.

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

"Come on sweetheart, you know you want to!"

But Hannah turns further away, leaning her elbow on the passenger side window and covering the lower part of her face with her hand. This only encourages Eddie. He belts it out even louder.

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

"You're a terrible singer, Eddie."

He cackles. "You're a terrible liar, Hannah."

"I think you're confused. It's humility that's a virtue; not wild unapologetic arrogance." She still hasn't turned away from the window.

"Good thing I have no interest in virtuosity." He keeps glancing at her.

"I don't think that's a word."

"It's definitely a word, sweetheart."

Eddie thinks Hannah is smiling behind her hand. He can hear it in her voice, even if she won't let him see it.

The chorus is coming up again.

"Come on," Eddie bumps Hannah's bicep gently with a closed fist. "Sing with me."

“Fuck off.”

Eddie runs his hand down her arm until he circles her wrist and tugs gently. He sings along softly this time, even as the music ramps up.

Hannah doesn't turn to face him, but peeks over out of the corner of her eye. She realises her mistake immediately when she sees his face. Those big brown eyes looking at her. Pleading with her.

She lets out a long, drawn out groan. The chorus is going round again. Hannah sings along too this time; much quieter than Eddie.

Eddie pulls up outside Hannah's house and throws the van into park, turning in his seat and pulling her to face him too. They're both shouting out the words this time, Eddie grinning wildly and Hannah's face scrunched.

And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain

They're both breathing heavily; faces close, looking at each other as the bass line stretches out and the music starts to build again.

Eddie glances down to her lips. Just for a split second. But Hannah sees, and snaps back; away from him, out of the moment.

"Thanks for the ride."

"Yeah, of- of course."

"Bye, Eddie." She's already out of the van and closing the door, giving him a small wave.

"Bye." But the door is already shut. And Hannah is already halfway up the path.

"Shit. Wait!" Eddie kills the ignition, cutting off the music. He fumbles with his door and practically falls out of his van, scrambling to get to her.

"Nice landing."

Eddie's head shoots up. Hannah is standing by her open front door, but she is waiting.

"It's all about the recovery, sweetheart."

"And when does that happen?"

"Oof! Hit me where it hurts, Han!" He clutches at his heart. She rolls her eyes. There's that sparkle again.

But it's gone in an instant. As if she's remembered a reason not to.

"You wanted something?"

"Yes. Yeah," he swipes his hands on his jeans. When did they get so sweaty?

"How are you getting to school tomorrow?"

"Jules said she'd pick me up."

"Ok. Good. Great. Just… Please promise me you won't get the bus? I will give you a ride any time. Really. No bus."

An eye roll. "Sure."

"Promise?"

A sigh. "Yes, Eddie. I promise. No bus."

"Thank you."

A pause. "Do you think you could drive me home again tomorrow? Jules said her art thing might be a few days this week."

"Yes! I can do that." Eddie grins at her, and turns back to the van.

"Eddie?" Quieter this time.

"Yeah?"

Hannah furrows her brow and fixates on her feet. "People are going to… think it's yours." She glances up at him. "Don't you mind?"

"Sweetheart, I couldn't give less of a shit what this town thinks of me. Especially if it means I get to spend time with you."

She wrinkles her nose at him. "Gross."

Eddie cackles. "See you tomorrow, sweetheart."

—

Eddie is early to school the next day. He can't remember when he was last on time, let alone early. He sits on top of one of the picnic tables between the parking lot and the front entrance; smoking, legs bouncing. Waiting for Hannah.

Eddie finishes his cigarette and is debating lighting up another one when he sees Jules' car pull into the lot.

"Jules, please just drop it." Hannah slams the car door after her and walks off, only to stop when she locks eyes with Eddie. He gives her a smile and a small wave as he jumps off the table.

"Han, come on. I'm not trying to upset you." Jules catches up to Hannah and grabs her arm to turn her around. "You know I'm just worried."

"Yeah, I get it. You just," Hannah looks around and lowers her voice. "You know you can't say anything."

Jules sighs. "I know." She pulls Hannah into a hug. "I don't like it, but I know."

Hannah melts into the hug for a moment, before wriggling out of it. "Get off me, you loser."

Jules snorts. "Right, sorry. I forgot. Can't have people thinking you're actually a giant teddy bear."

"Fuck off."

Jules laughs and they make their way towards the school. She spots Eddie and nudges Hannah with her shoulder. "Your boy's waiting."

"Fuck. Off." Hannah scrunches her face and pushes Jules towards the main entrance, walking over to Eddie.

"Love you too, see you later!"

"Yeah, whatever."

Eddie is rocking on his heels with his hands in his pockets, looking bashful. "Hi."

"Hi." Hannah looks at him with a soft, curious expression. "You gonna be my errand boy again today?"

"Yes. Definitely. Absolutely. Here, let me…" Eddie slides Hannah's bag off her shoulder and hoists it over his own.

"Thanks."

Hannah seems softer today, like she used to be with him. He loved that about her. Around most people, she was spiky and hard to reach. She often didn't like too much affection; would feel like she was choking on it and push you away. But she appreciated the little things. He could build up to it, make her gooey and pliable. She would melt into him and he would be allowed to shower her with affection, and she would give it right back.

Hannah is looking at his right hand holding her backpack strap. She reaches up and touches the lone ring there, a small smile flickering on her face.

He's probably pushing his luck, but he wants to try. With the arm hanging by his side, Eddie brushes his hand against hers, watching her face carefully. She doesn't recoil; her small smile solidifies. So Eddie momentarily links his pinky finger with hers and squeezes.

Hannah squeezes back.

—

Eddie is waiting opposite Hannah's 4th period biology class. The class is letting out, but he hasn't seen her yet.

"She's not here."

Eddie startles at Connor Cunningham coming up and talking to him, from a glance he thought it was Jason Carver. It always unnerves Eddie how similar the two jocks look; only Connor’s hazel eyes and strawberry blond distinguishing him from Jason. Both of them the cookie-cutter American teen dream.

"What?"

"Hannah. She's not here. She left like halfway through class. I think she was trying to hide it but it looked like she was crying."

"Shit, really?" Eddie looks around frantically.

"Her stuff is still in there. She spoke to Ms Petrelli before she left, maybe she knows?"

"Yeah, thanks." Eddie calls out, already walking into the classroom. Ms Petrelli, an older woman, is tidying up around her desk when she sees Eddie.

"Mr Munson, can I help you?"

"Hannah. Do you know where she went? I can take her stuff to her." Already making his way to the only desk still with belongings.

"She rushed out of here earlier. Said she needed to go to the nurse. Usually, of course, I don't allow-"

Eddie stops listening. He gathers Hannah's things and races back out into the crowded hallway. Shouting a loud "thanks" back to the teacher.

"Hey, watch it!"

"Ugh, probably running to his baby mama."

"Freak."

"Didn't you hear? Apparently…"

Eddie isn't paying attention to who he bumps into, or what abuse they're hurling at him for doing so. He just needs to know Hannah is ok.

Finally, he stumbles into the nurse's office, chest heaving from his run.

Hannah looks up as the door slams open with wide, teary eyes. "Eddie?"

"Sweetheart," he puts Hannah's books down on a table and crouches down in front of her. "What happened?"

"Nothing, it's stupid." Hannah swipes at her cheeks.

"Hey, if it made you cry, it's not stupid." Eddie wraps a hand around her ankle and strokes his thumb along the bone.

"No, it's definitely stupid. And now I'm crying more because I cried over something stupid."

Eddie's eyes flit back and forth, trying to follow. He shakes his head. "Huh?"

"She's hormonal." The school nurse drones, walking in from an adjoining office, perusing some papers.

"I really hate that word." Hannah scowls at her.

"You're pregnant, and you cried over bunnies. What would you call that, dear?"

"You cried over bunnies?" Eddie's eyebrows are up in his bangs.

Hannah's scowl turns to him. He holds his hands up in surrender.

“Let me know when you’re ready to go back to class.” The nurse doesn’t look up from her paperwork as she walks back into her office.

Hannah groans and buries her face in her palms. "We were learning about the food chain and Ms Petrelli was using foxes and rabbits as an example. There was a picture in the textbook. It upset me, ok? I'm hormonal, I get it!" Her words are muffled.

“Hey, come on.” Eddie coos, trying to suppress a giggle, he gently pulls at her wrists to claim her hands in his. “What can I do to make this better? What do you need?”

Hannah’s looks at Eddie with glassy eyes, her eyebrows pulled up in the middle as she stutters. “I don’t know.” Tears start to spill over her cheeks.

“Ok, sorry, how about some options?”

Hannah sniffs.

“Food? Sleep? Water? A hug?”

Hannah shifts in her seat, not looking Eddie in the eye.

Eddie runs his thumbs over her knuckles. “Please tell me, Han.”

“Can you- Please don’t make a big deal of this.”

“Cross my heart.”

“Can you give me a hug?”

Eddie tries not to show how thrilled he is as he stands up, knees clicking. He pulls Hannah into his chest and wraps his arms tight around her.

The pair sway a little on the spot, Eddie laying his cheek on the top of Hannah's head. He smiles as he feels her slowly start to relax.

"Better?"

Hannah hums in response.

"You want to get some food? That's a pregnancy thing, right? Cravings?"

Hannah hums again, her face still buried in Eddie's chest.

"Ok, options… burger, fries, bacon, milkshake-" He feels Hannah perk up in his arms. "Alright then, milkshakes." He smiles down at her warmly.

Eddie reluctantly peels himself away from Hannah, his hands on her shoulders, ducks his head down to hers and grins eagerly. "Let's get out of here."

Hannah takes a deep breath and smiles shyly in response. "Does Benny still do those Oreo milkshakes?"

"I don't think they're on the menu anymore, but he likes you. More than he likes me anyway. So he might if you asked." They start walking.

Hannah rolls her eyes. "He likes me more than you because I don't have ketchup fights in his diner."

"I think you'll find I was on team mustard." Eddie raises his chin haughtily. "And really, he should blame you for leaving us unsupervised."

Hannah gapes at him; indignant. "I was in the bathroom for five minutes! You are not pinning that on me." She gives his shoulder a shove and marches away.

Eddie stops for a moment in the middle of the hallway, watching after her with a dopey expression.

Hannah calls back over her shoulder, “Are you coming or what? You promised milkshakes.”

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The ride to Benny’s is quiet, Fleetwood Mac playing softly through the speakers again. When they pull up to the diner, Eddie jumps out and rushes around the front of the van to open the passenger side door before Hannah has even gotten her seatbelt off. He holds out a hand for her to take and helps her jump down.

Hannah thanks him. “You know you can listen to your music, right? It’s your van.”

Eddie shrugs. “Babies can hear stuff from out here, can’t they? I figured you’d want to indoctrinate them to Stevie Nicks ASAP.”

Hannah touches her belly and looks down at it, frowning. “I think they might still be too young. I don’t know if they even have ears yet.” Hannah ponders. “But you’re right about starting their musical education early.” She tugs lightly at Eddie’s jacket sleeve. Eddie smiles to himself, he recognises one of her small affections.

They reach the door, and Eddie holds it open for Hannah, bowing deeply as she passes through. Hannah scoffs as she passes but thanks him.

“Hi Benny.”

The diner owner looks up from where he’s standing at the cash register. “Haven’t seen you two in a while. Figured you’d broken up.”

Hannah skids her shoes against the floor; Eddie scratches the back of his neck. The awkward silence stretches out painfully.

“Right…” Benny draws out the word and grins wickedly. He is basking in their discomfort. “What’ll it be?”

Eddie looks at Hannah pointedly. She narrows her eyes at him, but steps forward. “Any chance of two Oreo milkshakes?” She smiles in faux sweetness.

“Those aren’t on the menu anymore.”

“I know, but they were just so good. The best milkshakes ever. Better than any milkshake anyone has ever-”

“Alright, alright. If that’s what it takes to shut you up.” Benny frowns at Hannah, but there’s warmth behind it. “Anything else?”

Hannah thinks for a moment, swaying her head from side to side. “Onion rings, please. Oh, and cheese fries. And some bacon. Please.” Hannah looks embarrassed as she looks to Eddie, but he winks at her; pleased that she’s letting go a little.

“Cheeseburger and fries please, Benny.”

Benny shoos them away to a booth where they sit opposite each other. Eddie splays his hands on the table between them and looks up at Hannah. “So I was doing some math earlier.”

Hannah is looking at Eddie’s ringed fingers, trying (and failing) to be discreet about it. One of her hands starts creeping across the table top. “In math class?”

Eddie is trying not to smile; trying not to show that he has noticed her movements. He doesn’t want to spook her. “Uh, no actually. In geography.”

“Oh?” Her hand reaches his and she starts pulling at his rings and twisting them around his fingers.

“You said 4 months, right?”

Hannah stops her fiddling and looks up at Eddie. He winces.

“Um, yeah. Nearly. Fifteen weeks.” She pulls back to her side of the table and tucks her hands under her thighs.

Eddie curses himself and reaches after her. He didn’t mean to make her retreat again. “Han, I’m sorry, I don’t want to talk about anything you’re not comfortable with. We can talk about something else.”

“No,” Hannah shakes her head. “I’m not uncomfortable. It’s just…” she exhales and grimaces. “I’m not exactly happy about this whole thing, you know.”

Eddie makes a sympathetic noise, then leans back in his seat as Benny arrives with a tray full of food and milkshakes. Hannah brightens up immediately; her eyes shining.

Benny distributes the food on the table with a grunt and walks back to his position in the kitchen.

Hannah springs forward the second he leaves and grabs her milkshake. Her eyes roll back as she slurps through the straw.

Eddie beams and grabs his own. Giving Benny a thumbs up as he drinks.

Hannah hums happily as she digs into her various plates; wiggling in her seat slightly. Eddie watches her fondly. He knows she doesn’t always like showing how she feels; being vulnerable. But he wants her to feel safe with him and open up, like she did before.

Hannah pauses her munching, her eyes flitting from fries to milkshake. She picks up a fry, dunks it in her milkshake, and quickly shoves it in her mouth. Eddie chokes on his own food as Hannah lets out a loud moan.

“Oh my god, you have to try this.” She dunks another fry and holds it out for Eddie, waving it in his face when he doesn’t move.

“Uhh, I’m alright sweetheart. You have it.”

Hannah shrugs and pops it in her own mouth. “Your loss.”

“So have you had much of that? Weird food cravings?”

“I don’t think I’ve really had any.” Hannah picks up an onion ring this time, and gleefully dunks and eats it. “Mmpf. You sure you don’t want to try this?”

“I’m sure, thanks though.” Eddie hides his smirk behind his burger.

Eddie takes a large bite, and talks through his chewing, “What about nausea? Morning sickness. That’s a thing, right?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, you pig.” Hannah throws a cheesy fry at him. Eddie jumps to try and catch it in his mouth, but misses. Hannah stifles a snort. "Yeah I had some morning sickness, but that stopped a few weeks ago thankfully. I had a lot of heartburn too, that's-"

"You're going to have a hairy baby." Eddie mumbles through his mouthful again.

Hannah stops. A milkshake coated onion ring halfway to her mouth. "Excuse me?"

Eddie swallows thickly. He doesn't know if the lump in his throat is from the burger or the way Hannah is looking at him like he's lost his mind. He rushes through his explanation: "You remember Nanny Pat? The nice old lady a few trailers down from me. Well, her daughter is pregnant too. Every time now, when I take over her weekly shop, she'll tell me all about how excited she is to be a real grandmother and tell me how the pregnancy is going. She said that her daughter had loads of heartburn, so that means her baby is going to have loads of hair!"

Hannah hasn't moved. Melted milkshake is running down her thumb. "You do her shopping every week?"

Eddie flushes, bright pink. "No." He scoffs.

A blinding smile spreads across Hannah's face and a short laugh bursts free. Eddie is awestruck.

Hannah scoops up the milkshake on her hand with her other index finger. She leans over the table and boops his nose, smearing it on the tip. "You big softie!" She stage-whispers, sitting back with a giggle. Eddie splutters and swipes at his nose with the back of his hand.

"Anyway," she guzzles her milkshake, trying to fight back her smile. "I don't think that's true. How would that work?" She mulls it over, finally putting the onion ring in her mouth. "I don't think those two bits of you are even connected."

"I dunno. You're talking to Hawkins' resident super super senior, so…." He shrugs.

Hannah throws another fry at Eddie and it hits him in the face. He looks at her, affronted. She glares back. "You're not stupid, Eddie."

"Mrs O'Donnell would disagree with you, sweetheart."

"Yeah, well she's an asshole."

He snorts. "You're not wrong."

Eddie stirs his milkshake with the straw; staring. Wondering how to ask his real questions. Whose baby is it? Why aren't they here looking after her? Will she let Eddie look after her? Or at least try?

He looks up at Hannah. She seems to be just as stuck in her own head, her gaze burning a hole in her cheese fries. She seems so totally lost in thought that Eddie is startled when she speaks softly.

"You don't have to do this, you know." Hannah sighs and fiddles with her plate, but still doesn't look up. "You don't… It's not yours. You don't owe me anything."

"I'm here because I want to be."

"But, why?" She finally looks up at him. "Doesn't it bother you that I got knocked up by someone else? That I was pregnant the whole time we were together?"

Eddie considers his words and speaks carefully. "Han, the only thing that bothers me about all of this, is that whoever it was has left you to deal with it on your own."

Hannah is visibly upset and squirms in her seat. "That's not… That’s not true." She shakes her head. "I have my dad, and Jules."

Eddie's voice is still soft, "That's not what I mean, and you know it."

"I can't-" Hannah takes a shuddering breath. "Fuck these hormones!" She hisses and presses the heels of her hands to her eyes. "I don't know what you want from me, Eddie."

"Just the pleasure of your company, sweetheart."

"This isn't a fucking joke!" Hannah slaps the table as her voice rings out in the diner, the other patrons give her disapproving looks. She looks sheepish, and continues in a whisper. "I'm scared, Eddie. I have no control over any of this and I don't know what I'm doing." Her eyes are glassy. "I can't- we can't…"

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry." Eddie reaches out and places his hand on her side of the table. "It was a bad joke, but it's true, Han, I promise." He ducks his head to catch Hannah's eye. "I'm not here to try anything. I'm here because I like spending time with you, regardless of what we are to each other." Eddie smiles at her encouragingly. "I am more than happy to be your friend. And your errand boy."

Hannah lets out a wet laugh and wipes her eyes.

A mischievous look comes over Eddie’s face. He shuffles out of the booth and drops to his knees on the floor next to Hannah, holding his hands in a plea in front of him. “Please Han,” Eddie declares, loudly. “Please will you let me be your servant for the next 5 to 6 months?!”

“Oh my god you need to stop!” Hannah jerks away, clambering to the other end of the seat. Eddie crawls up onto the seat after her. “No! No no no! Get away!” She pushes him away with a hand to the face.

“Please? PLEASE, Hannah!”

“Get the fuck away from me, asshole!”

Eddie throws his head back and cackles, still advancing.

“WHAT do you idiots think you’re doing?!”

Hannah and Eddie freeze at Benny’s booming voice. They scramble to sit on the bench properly; backs straight and eyes wide as they peer over at him as they both mumble, “Sorry Benny.”

Benny curses and slams back into the kitchen, grumbling about “stupid teenagers”.

Hannah stifles a snort and slides down in her seat. Eddie giggles and looks down at her with pure adoration. Hannah shifts slightly and nudges her head against his bicep. His heart leaps at the small show of intimacy. He decides right then: He can wait for her.

Next chapter

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson x oc #eddie x reader

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February ‘23 Fic Rec List

Fic rec list for Eddie Munson, JQ’s other roles, and potentially some other ST/misc characters.

🔥smut 🗡angst ☁️fluff 🕷️dark MULTI-PART FICS The edge 🗡 (Part 1 | Part 2) by @latenightsimping Take it good (Rockstar!Eddie x Bartender!Reader) (Part 1) @myosotisa Baby, baby (Trucker!Eddie x Waitress!Reader) ☁️🔥🗡 (Part 2) @hellfirehottie420 Bets, deals and favors(excon!linecook!Eddie x roomate!reader) 🔥🗡 (Part 1) by @pinkrelish There’s a place for me 🗡 (Part 1) by @loveshotzz ONE SHOTS Caught me slippin’ (Escort!Eddie) 🔥 by @uglypastels As long as you need (Bestfriend!Eddie) 🔥 by @lilacletter All mine (older!Eddie) 🔥 by @hard-candy-writing Construction worker!Eddie x reader 🔥 by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple Dance Macabre (vampire!Eddie) 🕷️🔥 by @kasbite Scream my name (ghostface!Eddie) 🕷️🔥 by @userquinn Love like blood (vampire!Eddie) 🕷️🔥🗡 By @punk-in-docs You’re soaked, let me get you a towel 🕷️🔥 by @sweetpeapod BLURBS Mean!dom!Eddie 🔥 by @ceriseheaven Eddie can’t sleep and comes over 🗡☁️ by @uglypastels Perv!Eddie x bestfriend!reader and thighfucking 🔥 by @newlips Janitor!Eddie realizing he’s in love ☁️ by @funsonmunson-again JanitorEddie x pregnant!teacher!Reader ☁️ by @funsonmunson-again Eddie + restaurant + chopsticks ☁️ by @munson-blurbs Eddie + Hospital + Morphine button ☁️ by @munson-blurbs Eddie + Detention + Diary ☁️ by @munson-blurbs Bouncer!Eddie being a taste tester for Bartender!reader 🔥 by @funsonmunson-again Bully!Eddie choking you 🔥 by @usedtobecooler Dark!Possessive!Eddie thots 🔥🕷️ (part 1 | part 2 | part 3) via @ceriseheaven Janitor!Eddie x reader!teacher ☁️ by @funsonmunson Bully!Eddie finding out a boy flirted with you 🕷️ by @prettybabybaby Bully!Eddie x tutor!Reader 🕷️🔥 by @prettybabybaby Bully!Eddie x cheerleader!reader 🕷️🔥 by @prettybabybaby You and bouncer!Eddie fucking in the walk-in 🔥 by @funsonmunson Caught in 2k (Best friend!Eddie) ☁️ by @myosotisa Eddie woofing at you after you call him a horndog ☁️ by @roanniom Bouncer!Eddie by @funsonmunson Eddie sneaking into your room 🔥 by @sweetpeapod

MISC Fate or design...? (enjolras x reader arraigned marriage) (Part 1 | Part 2) ☁️🔥 by @ceriseheaven Chop chop slide (kurt kunkle) 🔥🕷️ by @usedtobecooler Persistent (Dark!Joel miller) 🔥🕷️ by @mypoisonedvine Dad!steve x babysitter!reader 🔥 by @mypoisonedvine

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if you don't see something you remember reading from me, or think you remember reading from me, please send me an ask <3

♡━━The Evans

First Anniversary with the Evans

What your Favorite Evan Says about You

What the Evans Would Call Their Kids

How the Evans Would Cheer You Up

What The Evans Would Do If You Were Insecure

Pet Names Evans Would Call You

How The Evans Cuddle

Certain Things I Think About The Evans

What Jobs The Evans Would Have

The Evans Drunk

The Evans Losing At A Game

The Evans As Kids

The Evans Zodiac Signs, Emotional Needs, Birthdays and Love Languages

What The Evans Are Like With Kids

The Evans Being Jealous

The Evan’s Heights

How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too

Are the Evans Dog Or Cat People?

The Reader Spoiling The Evans

The Evans With An Artsy S/O

The Worst Things About The Evans

Settling Down With The Evans

Valentine's Day With The Evans

Do the Evans Like Boobs or Butts more? *

What Turns the Evans On & Off*

Dirtiest Thing The Evans Would Be Into*

The Evans Losing Their Virginities*

The Evans Finding Out You’re Bisexual*

The Evans Being Dominated/ Pegged*

Which Evans Last The Longest*

How The Evans Cook

Cockwarming The Evans*

Which Evans I Could Fight*

Sharing a Dorm Room With The Evans

Evan's Biggest Fears

Eco-Friendly Evans

♡━━Stranger Things

Being Eddie's Girlfriend

Nancy Wheeler Humiliation Kink*

Bully! Billy Having a Crush On You

Billy Hargrove's Piss Kink

Steddie Adopting Kids

Fruity Four: Zodiac Signs, Love Languages, Birthdays

Steve Harrington's Nightmare

Fruity Four Dream Threesomes*

Billy's a Nasty Fuck*

♡━━Quick Thoughts [Stranger Things]

Steddie Duets

Passive Aggressive Domestic! Eddie

Modern Steddie's Ringtones

Steddie & Fireworks

Steddie Taking Care of Each Other

*Steddie Saving Each Other In Contacts

Steve "Whiny Princess" Harrington

Venezuelan Eddie

Eddie's Girlfriend Getting a Period

Eddie's Username

Bat! Eddie

Eddie x Your Boobs

Eddie's Kids Names?

Eddie's School Subjects (Discussion)

Steve Knowing Your Body*

Steve's Child Commercial

Steve's Daughter the Class President

Teacher Harrington

Steve at Graduation

Robin snacking

Robin flirting

♡━━Kai Anderson

Arguing with Kai

Being Pregnant With Kai's Baby

Soft Kai Headcannons

Getting in Trouble with Your Math Teacher, Mr Anderson* (1)

Teacher, Mr Anderson (2)*

Kai, Your Math Teacher (3)*

Kai Anderson Punishing You*

Kai Anderson Marking His Territory*

Kai Using You As a Training Dummy*

Reading Dominating Kai*

Taking Care of Kai In Prison* (1)

Kai Taking Care of You In Prison* (2) [KW]

Taking Kai Out of Prison* (3)

Kai's Rules*

Kai's Punishment System*

Fashion Show For Kai* [KW]

Kai Helps You Find A Purpose [KW]

Kai Being Protective Over You [KW]

Kai's Reddit DDLG Post* [KW]

Kai's Reddit Crush Post* [KW]

Pre-Cult Kai, Your Adderall Dealer* [KW]

Pre-Cult Kai NSFW Alphabet*

Pre-Cult Kai SFW Alphabet

Kai Impregnating You*

Proving Your Loyalty To Kai*

Pre-Cult Kai's Mommy Kink [Strip Club]*

President Kai Anderson's Leaked Sex Tape*

Watersports with Kai*

Soft Subby Pre-Cult Kai*

Pre-Cult Kai's Solo Fun*

Cockwarming Kai*

Kai Preparing You For The White House*

Kai's Desperate Need for One More Messiah*

♡━━Peter

Peter Maximoff Halloween Costume

Venn Diagram of Bitch Boys

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My Sweetest Downfall - Chapter Six

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Work Summary:

Eddie’s back from the Upside Down, but things aren’t exactly how he left them. Hawkins is in pieces, his friends are scattered and the love of his life is… pregnant?

Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3326

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye @eddiesgirlforever @harrys-tittie @munsonmoonshine86

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Previous Chapter

Notes:

warnings for medical stuff, pregnancy stuff, allusions to King Steve, bullying, drug mentions, choking, mind control, violence

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~ TWO MONTHS EARLIER ~

You were in a car again, driving to a clinic, although under much better circumstances than last time, because Steve was behind the wheel. You were going to find out your baby’s gender today.

After the stunt your parents tried to pull, Steve had taken you over to Hopper and Joyce’s place. You had stayed with Joyce and the kids, while Hop, Steve and Jonathan, as well as Hopper’s Russian friend Dmitri, went back to your house to talk to your parents.

None of them would tell you what happened, just that your parents were leaving town again. You couldn’t help but be grateful.

The two of you had stayed the night (Steve taking the couch, you commandeering Will’s room while Will shared with Eleven) and when you went home the next day, your parents were long gone.

With your parents gone, and unlikely to be coming back any time soon, you and Steve made a decision. You would stay at your parents’ house for a few more months, just to give you time to save up some extra money, since your parents were undoubtedly about to cut you off.

You had picked up some part-time secretarial work at the police station, while Steve took on more Family Video shifts.

Once he’d told Robin about your plan to move out, she had decided to throw her lot in with you as well. That was good. Splitting rent three ways was cheaper than two, and she’d be able to help out once the baby came.

It was strange. Your baby was becoming more and more real by the minute. You couldn’t help but imagine what it would look like, but every time you pictured it, you could only see Eddie’s face. You wondered how you would bear it.

What if you couldn’t care for your baby because looking at it only reminded you of your grief? Or worse, what if your baby looked nothing like Eddie, and over time every memory of his face faded?

“Are you okay?” asked Steve, making you jump. The car was parked in the parking lot of the clinic – your clinic, not the one your parents had taken you to – and Steve was watching you with concern.

You swallowed. “I don’t know.”

“Well, we don’t wanna be late, but we can talk about it after, if you want? I’ll buy you lunch?” he offered, as if he wasn’t paying for all your food anyway. He insisted that all the money you were earning should be for you to spend on yourself and the baby.

“That sounds nice.”

The nurse bustled into the examination room, where you were already settled, lying back on the bed with your tummy exposed. She was an older woman, with a kind face.

“Hello dear, my name is Laura. I need to ask you a few questions before we get started.” She glanced at Steve, who was sitting in the chair beside you. “Is this the father?”

“No,” you both said, very quickly.

“I’m her brother,” said Steve, at the same time that you said, “The father is…” You trailed off, feeling your eyes begin to sting.

You cleared your throat awkwardly. “The father is dead. He died shortly after the baby was conceived.”

The nurse gave you a sympathetic look. “I’m so sorry. The earthquakes?” You swallowed, and nodded. “Well, I don’t want to make this any more traumatic for you than it needs to be, so I’ll try to be quick about it.”

She took a brief medical history from you, filling out information on a clipboard. You answered robotically, wanting to get to the important part.

“Alright, this is going to feel quite cold. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Despite her warning, you winced as the cool gel was spread over your bump. As she pressed the ultrasound wand to your tummy, you looked at Steve, but he was staring at the screen.

There was your baby. It looked like a peanut. The nurse pointed out the baby’s head to you, but you couldn’t respond. Your mouth was too dry.

“And do you want to know the baby’s sex?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She examined the image on the screen, shifting the wand slightly. “It looks like you’re having a little baby girl.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You looked at Steve, and saw that he was crying.

“A girl,” you breathed, picturing a child with long dark curls and big brown eyes. Steve squeezed your hand, letting out a shaky laugh. Tears were rolling down your cheeks, and you weren’t even trying to wipe them away anymore.

The first time that you ever interacted with Eddie Munson, you were in your sophomore year.

You were the polar opposite of your brother. He was cool, and popular, and had a different girl hanging off his arm every week. You were dorky and shy, and the mean girls in your class could smell blood in the water from a mile away.

You had just closed your locker and turned to walk to your next class when a foot caught around your ankle, sending you headlong, your books flying out of your hands. From behind you, you could hear your bullies tittering as they walked away.

Your knees stung where they had scraped along the floor. As you started to gather up your books, you couldn’t seem to get your hands to move fast enough. The idea of going to your next class, of having to sit in front of those girls, filled you with dread.

It wasn’t as if you had many friends at high school. You were quiet and nerdy and kept to yourself. Steve, who had always been there to protect you throughout your childhood, was distant now. He was almost an adult, and he didn’t have time to hang out with his kid sister.

You’d probably cramp his style anyway. As you began stuffing your textbooks into your bag, a pair of scruffy sneakers entered your line of sight.

“You okay?” came a voice from above you. You looked up into the eyes of Eddie Munson, local drug dealer and drop-out waiting to happen. Or least, that’s what people said.

“I, uh… Yeah.” Your voice cracked embarrassingly, and you realised you were about ten seconds away from bursting into tears.

Eddie held out his hand to you, and you let him help you to your feet.

“It’s Harrington, right?” he asked.

“Yeah. And you’re Eddie Munson.”

He flashed you a grin. “I see my reputation precedes me. But what is a goody two shoes like you still doing here? Aren’t you gonna be late for class?” He drummed his fingers against a locker. He seemed unable to keep still.

You blew out some air from between your lips. You were already late, and the thought filled you with an anxiety that hit you like pain in the chest. The image of your bully sneering at you as you stumbled in, five minutes late, was unbearable. “Fuck going to class. The bitch who tripped me is in that class.”

Eddie’s eyes widened mischievously. “In that case, I know a spot that none of the teachers know about. You wanna hang out?”

You looked at him. He was smiling at you, but there was a trace of nervousness in his eyes. You realised that he was putting himself out on a limb here.

“Fuck it. Lead the way.”

His eyes glinted as he beckoned you to follow him.

That evening, you’d had to take the bus home, because Steve was hanging out with his asshole friends after school. You didn’t mind it. It was nice to have the house to yourself. Hanging out with your brother wasn’t as fun as it used to be.

It was after 11pm by the time he got home. You were eating pizza while watching a movie. He stopped in the doorway and regarded you.

“What are you looking at?” you asked, and he sighed.

“Tommy said he saw you walking into the woods with Eddie Munson earlier.”

Your heart sank. “And?”

Steve bit his lip. “I’m not telling you what to do, but be careful, alright? That guy is bad news. And he’s way too old to be hanging out with you anyway.” You scoffed, but Steve continued. “I’m serious, okay? The guy’s a freak.”

“He’s really nice, actually,” you snapped back at him. “I’m done with this conversation.”

You had never been happier to prove Steve wrong. Eddie was never anything short of a gentleman to you. He was almost too much of a gentleman.

It took a few months for you to realise that you were developing a bit of a crush on Eddie Munson. By that point, you hung out all the time, getting high and avoiding doing homework.

You got the sense that he was holding you at arm’s length. He would never sit too close to you, would never touch you if he could avoid it.

At the time, you had assumed he just didn’t like you that way, but in retrospect, it was probably because he was two years older than you.

You had no idea that he might’ve felt in any way the same as you did until that one night at Reefer Rick’s. You had a feeling that Steve had known before you had.

“I just don’t like you hanging around with him,” he’d said one evening after Eddie had dropped you off in his van.

“Oh, so now you care?” you’d snapped back at him, and he’d flushed.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

You’d rolled your eyes. “We’re just friends.”

“Look.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know what guys are like. I’m just trying to look out for you, okay?”

“If you got your way, I wouldn’t have any friends at all.”

“Hey, that’s not fair,” he’d said, but you were done having the conversation. You’d stormed off up to your room and slammed the door behind you.

But Steve now was nothing like Steve then. He was still protective of you, but he was kinder. Maturity, grief, and the years of being an unwilling babysitter had softened his sharp edges.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked you. Again, you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of Steve’s car, except this time you were in the parking lot of the motel that Wayne Munson was staying in. It was two days since you’d found out you were having a baby girl, and in those two days, you had realised that Wayne deserved an opportunity to be a part of that little girl’s life.

You liked Wayne plenty, although you barely knew him. He was always civil and courteous to you, but you knew from Eddie that he was a whole lot more than that. Eddie idolised him. You knew that Eddie would want Wayne in his daughter’s life.

You looked down at the photocopy of the sonogram that showed your baby girl.

“I already told him that I’m pregnant on the phone. That was the hard part,” you said.

Steve squeezed your shoulder. “I’m here with you.”

Wayne met you in front of his motel room. There was a moment’s hesitation from both of you, but you decided to hug him. He smelled clean, like soap and a trace of engine oil.

It was a warm evening, so the three of you sat at a little picnic table on a patch of grass beside the parking lot. Before any of you could speak, you slid the photocopy of the sonogram across the table to Wayne.

“I want you to have this,” you said as he picked it up. “The first picture of my baby girl.”

“A girl, huh?” Wayne wiped his eyes on a handkerchief, and you tactfully didn’t acknowledge the fact that he was crying. “Have you thought of any names for her yet? I know it’s early days.”

You hesitated. You hadn’t even told Steve what you wanted to name the baby.

“Melody,” you said. “Because Eddie was a musician.” Was. It still stung to say.

“Little Melody,” Wayne mused. A smile flickered across his face. “I like it.”

~ PRESENT DAY ~

Eddie released you and you sucked in a breath, your hands flying to your throat.

“Let go! Let go of her!” shouted Lucas, pulling on his arm. Eddie may have been bigger, but Lucas was athletic. Now that Eddie was no longer resisting, Lucas was able to drag him off you.

Your hands were covering your neck, mercifully hiding the bruises he knew were forming. His stomach was churning hard.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

You looked back at him, your eyes wet with tears, and Eddie’s heart shattered into a million pieces. He’d hurt you. He’d never meant to hurt you, but he had.

Dimly, he realised Dustin was yelling into the microphone attached to the switchboard, trying to get someone to help.

“I’m coming,” came Steve’s voice. “I never should’ve left her alone.”

“Steve, no-” Your voice came out weak, and you coughed. Instinctively, Eddie reached for you to comfort you, but pulled back suddenly, realising you may not want his comfort right now. Pushing yourself up using the coffee table, you went over to the switchboard and commandeered the mic. “Steve?”

“Are you okay?” Steve asked. “Did he hurt you?”

“Don’t come here,” you said. “Stick to the plan.”

“But-”

“Look, whatever just happened, happened because Vecna wanted it to. He’s trying to draw you away. Don’t give him what he wants.”

“Screw Vecna, I just need to know that you’re okay.”

You turned and looked at Eddie. There was a burning sensation in his chest, like shame he had never felt before. The evidence of violence – unwilling as it had been – was written into the bruises on your neck. If there was anything he could do to fix this, he would.

“Vecna isn’t controlling him right now.”

“But what’s to stop him from doing it again?”

“Tie me up,” Eddie cut in. You looked at him, wide-eyed. “I can’t hurt you if I’m tied up.”

“What if you need to fight?” you asked, and he shook his head.

“It’s too risky. I can’t hurt you. I won’t. Please. Just tie me up.”

You swallowed. “Okay.” You turned back to the microphone. “We’re gonna tie Eddie up.”

“I heard.” The disapproval in Steve’s voice was evident.

“Please, just…” You took a deep breath. “Please just stick to the plan, okay? We’ve got to do this on our terms, not Vecna’s.”

There was a long pause, and then Steve sighed. “Fine.”

Fortunately, Hopper had anticipated the need to keep someone incapacitated. There were a couple of sets of handcuffs, as well as a closet with a sturdy, lockable door.

Eddie held out his hands to you so that you could cuff him. You decided to cuff his hands in front of him rather than behind, for his comfort. In spite of everything, you didn’t want to hurt him.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured to you as he walked into the closet, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You cleared your throat, which still stung. “Not your fault.”

“Still.” He swung around to look at you, a pleading look in his eyes. “I’m sorry. Not just for this.” He gestured at your neck. “For all of it. Dying. Leaving you. Hurting you. I never wanted any of that for you.”

“You didn’t die,” you said, wiping away a few stray tears. You’d taken a couple of cushions from the sofa, so you busied yourself arranging them, and then set a bottle of water on the floor for him.

“I think I did. I don’t know what I am now.” You could only stare at him. There was a long pause, and then he said, “you should probably close the door. Before… you know…”

“Right.”

You were just about to close the door when he said, “Wait.” You hesitated, and immediately regretted it when he lunged at you, a sickening grin on his face.

You slammed the closet door just in time to hear him collide with it and then curse loudly. Eddie was gone. Vecna had him again.

From the living room, you heard shouting. Your fingers were trembling as you locked the closet using the three deadbolts Hopper had installed.

“Come on, baby,” Eddie whined, sounding so unlike himself. “I just wanna have fun. Can’t we have fun?”

“Get out of his head,” you hissed.

“I love you, you know that?” You stopped in your tracks. “You’re my dream girl. I’ve been in love with you for years.” Your heart was hammering in your chest. These weren’t Eddie’s words, as much as you wanted them to be.

Footsteps were rushing towards you. Dustin was calling your name. You turned to see him looking frantic. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Will. And Max. They- They’re-”

Blood ice cold in your veins, you sprinted past him, back into the living room. To your horror, the front door was wide open. You ran to close it, but Dustin blocked you.

“Will ran out there. Mike followed him.”

“Shit.” You rushed to the door and looked outside, but it was pitch dark. “Why did he do that?” Shadows danced in between the trees, too fast for you to make out.

“He was in some kind of trance, and-”

Lucas shouted your name. You had to resist the urge to put your hands over your ears.

“I need your help,” he shouted. The terror in his voice made you turn around. He was holding Max, but her body was limp, her eyes rolled back into her head. You saw that he had put her headphones on.

“Let’s get her into the bedroom,” you said. The bedroom had been prepared as a last resort. It was where the weapons were, and was even more heavily fortified than the rest of the cabin. “Close the door, but keep watch for Mike and Will. Don’t do anything without me,” you said to Dustin and Erica.

Between you, you and Lucas managed to lift Max into her wheelchair, wheel her into the bedroom and manoeuvre her onto the bed. You checked that her music was still playing, and thankfully, it was. You hoped against hope that it would still work.

From next door, you heard a huge, horrifying crash. Everything was happening so fast, and despite being surrounded by people, you had never felt so alone.

“Stay with her,” you said to Lucas, although you knew that there wasn’t a force on this earth that could tear him away from her now.

The living room was carnage, even worse than how you’d just left it. You almost tripped over a sofa cushion on the ground. Dustin was lying in the shattered remains of the switchboard, and Erica was trying to hold the front door shut by herself.

There was a strange hissing, and then you realised what Erica was trying to hold off. Trapped with its head in the doorframe, its body outside, was a demodog. It was trying to wrap its head around her legs, and she was kicking at it ineffectually.

Something slammed into the door hard, almost knocking Erica off balance. That snapped you into action.

You ran to her side and grabbed the baseball bat that was by the front door. You brought down the bat with all your strength on the creature’s head, and then continued beating it until its head slipped back through the gap.

Adding your strength to Erica’s, you shoved the door back into place. You held it shut while she fumbled with all the locks, and at last, it stopped shaking.

“What happened?” you asked, out of breath.

“Eddie,” she said, her big eyes shiny with tears. “He escaped.”

Next Chapter

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Stranger Things Masterlist

Request are open closed until I've done the ones sitting in my askbox | prompt lists Let me know if you want to be on one of my taglists: Eddie x Reader | Promises-Series (Eddie x Reader) | Steddie | Steve Harrington x Reader 💚

Steddie | Steve x Eddie

Take Me Home Tonight | fluff, first date/kiss, mutual pining,

Dancing on My Own | smut (18+ minors dni), idiots in love

Who'll Stop the Rain | angst with happy ending, hurt comfort, Steve with ptsd and partial loss of hearing | Request by @dreamsoffilm

Memories Behind Glass | set in ISYTC universe,Christmas fluff, established relationship

Pancakes for Dinner | heavy angst, fluff, love confessions, idiots in love

Home Is Where the Heart Is | established relationship, hoh Steve,rockstar!eddie, Hawkins 2001,Eddie is suddenly a Dad

Eddie Munson x Reader

Happy Birthday, Princess | pure fluff

Love and Music | fluff, bit of angst (Request from @ghosttownwherenoonegoes )

Gods a fucking Nerd | fluff, sexual tension, asshole ex mentioned

Pillows and Snacks | pure fluff

I'll Speak with My Eyes | smut (18+), Follow-up to God's a fucking Nerd

Latching on to You | Request, fluff, angst, post S3,protective Eddie

Follow Your Dreams, They Know the Way | Request, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end,pregnant reader, break-up

Broken Strings | Request, angst, hurt/comfort, domestic abuse, mentioned child abuse, violence, scars, fluff in the end

I'll Be Your Harbour | Request by @ghosttownwherenoonegoes | angst, animal cruelty (mentioned), crying, hurt/comfort

I've Got Two Tickets to Iron Maiden | Request, angst, hurt/comfort, signs of a panic attack, big crowds, best friends/idiots to lovers

Wanna Be Somebody to Someone | Angst, hurt/comfort,mentions of blood and bullying, Jason & Eddie fight

Go Your Own Way | Request, fluff, maybe a bit of angst, bit of mutual pining, absent mother, Bauman!Reader

Kiss You Inside Out | smut (18+), falling in love

Christmas Cookies | Wayne Munson, fluff, Christmas time

The Stars Remind Me of You | fluff, Hopper!Reader, fake-dating, falling in love | @loveronlineee 's 10 followers celebration

You're Insecure, Don't Know What for | reader with vitiligo, fluff, angst, insecurities,flirting | request by @apolixyan

Be Scared and Do It Anyway | fluff, flirting watching scary movies | request by @amzngdevil

Touch the Rain | pure fluff, kissing in the rain

Dancin' in the Dark | Eddie takes you to prom, fluff, slight suggestive sentences

Falling to Pieces | cptbs, panic attack,child abuse,angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort | request by anonymous

You Got Me Burnin' Up | smut (18+), oral, vaginal sex, esptablished relationship

Help! I Need Somebody | fluff, getting to know each other, helping Eddie witht he HFC logo | Request by @hacker-ghost

Looking up for My Stargirl | fluff, Rockstar!Eddie, belive in fate

I Call It Flirting | angst to fluff, enemies to lovers, broken nose, blood | Request by anonymous

I'll Keep You Warm | angst to smut (18+),enemies to lovers, soft dom Eddie | Request by anonymous

Obviously, She's Out Of My League | slightly perv Eddie, bit of angst, bit of fluff | Request by anonymous

PART 1: Hello Neighbour | shameless smut (18+), perv reader, masturbation, voyeurism PART 2: There's No One Like You | shameless smut (18+), mutual masturbation, voyeurism, vaginal sex PART 3: Rock You Like a Hurricane | shameless smut (18+),shower sex, breast fucking, unprotected sex

Lips Like Honey | fluff, slightly suggestive | Request by anonymous

Hot for Teacher | fluff, bit of angst, mutual pining, teacher-student | Request by anonymous

With you, anything is possible | pregnancy scare, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff | request by anonymous

Trailer Park Trash | angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, insecure Eddie | Request by @hacker-ghost

Personal Problem | smut (18+), mutual masturbation, use of a vibrator, dirty talk | for Spookinktober by @sparklingsin

Always Have, Always Will | soft smut (18+), friends to enemies to lovers, best friend Eddie, domestic Eddie, fluff, angst, hurt comfort, happy ending, | request by anonymous

Christmas Traditions | pure fluff, domestic Eddie, German traditions

Let Your Passion Set the Word on Fire | jealous Eddie, kinda one sided enemies to lovers, fluff | Request by Anonymous

It's Written in the Stars | barkeeper Eddie, they were roommates, best friends to lovers, mutual pining,

Single Dad! Eddie x Female Reader Christmas Lights | fluff, domestic stuff,first meeting How to ask someone out | fluff, domestic, asking you out

Promises-Series

Promises Part 1 | fluff, teenage/kid Eddie Munson, first love/kiss

Part 2: Should I Stay or Should I Go | fluff, lots of angst, reunion

Part 3: Rainbow in the Dark | angst, hurt/comfort, canon-divergence, canonical violence, start of Season 4

Part 4: Holy Diver | angst, a tiny bit of fluss, domesticity,canon divergence (we're in Season 4), canonical violence

Part 5: Bat out of Hell | major angst, blood, injuries, canon divergence (Season 4 Vol. 2)

Part 6: Don't You (Forget About Me) | major angst, blod, canon divergence, everybody lives

Drabbles in this Universe: 1980: Look! Fireflies!

Steve Harrington x Reader

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now | fluff, best friends to lovers, idiots in love, love confession

Love Is Easy | fluff, love confessions,mentions of ptsd, nightmares and panic attacks | Request by anonymous

Just Take My Hand | established relationship, talks of depression, angst, fluff, sweet and caring Steve, gn!reader | Request by Anonymous

Sweet Temptations | Baker!Steve, fluff, making out, sexual tension, mutual pining, Robin's college roommate best friend | Request by anonymous

Other Three Little Words | Eddie x Chrissy SMUT requested by @borhapgirlforlife19

Married Life | Eddie x Chrissy, fluff, pregnancy, | request by @borhapgirlforlife19

Unnamed | Joe Keery's little sister Jamie, on set, platonic friend Dacre, nausea, undereating | Request by @allyspencer

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hellfireslut · 2 years

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Too Chic for the Freak - part 3 (finale)

word count : 2.0k (my longest story!!!)

part 2 , part 1

paring : eddie munson x fem!wheeler!reader / eddie munson x fem!cheerleader

characters : eddie munson, chrissy cunningham, jason carver, mike wheeler, hawkins high cheerleaders and jocks

warnings : swearing, bullying, name calling, jason carver, fluffy ending <3

a/n : thank you all for the amazing love on this story, writing this has been such a pleasure but i’m taking a break from the eddie x cheerleader pairing for now! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Hawkins Highschool, 1986, Cafeteria, The next day

God, I can’t wait to tell Chrissy! I need to find her, and tell her ever juicy detail about that day in the library.

After hours of waiting for the heavenly lunch bell to ring, it was finally 5th period. I picked up my books, practically pushing half of my classmates through the classroom door. Lunch was the only moment I had during the day to sit down and talk to my best friend, english class being a study hall today resulted in spiteful hushes from Mrs. O’Donnell, and other bookworms around the lecture hall. The class being a study hall also meant I couldn’t get a word in to Eddie as well. This didn’t stop me from softly kicking his chair, resulting in him kicking back, a signal we used back and forth to give each other a small hello. I paced down the hallway, looking at familiar faces and friends of my brother. One of them, Dustin? I think that’s his name, looked like he had to say something important to me as I sped past his group. Not now curly head, I’ve got to get to the cafeteria, I thought to myself. Usually I’d walk to lunch with Chrissy, but I needed a moment to myself to prepare for the words that were soon to part from my memory, and fall to her ears.

Once I finally reached the doors of the cafeteria I ran to the lunch line, greeted by half of the basketball team and almost all of my fellow cheerleaders. Most of them didn’t realize I had appeared beside them, but the ones who did had this disgusted and freaked expression. I picked up one of the green lunch trays, walking through the line picking my items of interest for the day. When I was halfway through my options, Chrissy appeared beside me, about to burst out of her cheer uniform.

“Y/N, you practically pushed me over after the bell rang! Why were you in such a rush to get here?”

“We can’t talk it about here Chris, when we’re done eating, I’ll tell you.”

“Oh god Y/N, are you pregnant? I mean I kind of guess the way you’ve been peeing so frequently.”

I whisper-shouted, looking over my shoulder to see if anyone had heard. “No, I am not pregnant! And I pee as much as any other girl. It’s about Eddie.”

“Oh,” Chrissy stopped in the middle of her sentence, making a shocked and confused face. “Oh! Y/N you need to tell me everything!”

“I will once the freak police aren’t around. Jason basically cornered me the last time I brought him up.”

When Chrissy and I reached our usual table, eyes followed us - well me. Athletes waiting for the latest gossip on the good girl with the freak. I placed my tray on the table, sitting next to Chrissy. Jason was the first to say something, to break the awkward silence that had grown since I sat down.

“So Y/N, how was your ritual sacrifice with Munson?”

I rolled my eyes, taking in a deep breath, trying not to let the wrong words slip out of my mouth at the wrong moment.

“It was actually great! He’s not as dumb as you all think, and he’s an excellent kis- I mean reader!”

Chrissy’s eyes widened, looking at me in fear, hoping the others hadn’t hurt my slip up with my words. I hadn’t realized I said the wrong thing - or that everyone else had caught it until Jason got up from his seat, headed for the Hellfire clubs’ table. The rest of the cafeteria watched as his face was beet red, darting for Eddie Munson.

“Jason! Wait! I didn’t mean to say-“ I was cut off by his raised voice shouting from in front of me.

“I warned you Y/N! And your little boyfriend!”

Once Jason reached the Hellfire table, the members looked confused, and mostly terrified that Jason Carver was face to face with their dungeon master. Eddie was laughing, until her turned to see Jason, smoke coming out of his ears. Eddie squinted his eyes comically, slightly concerned why his head was about to pop.

“Well if it isn’t Jason Carver. Are you here to donate your soul for our game? Or would you like to start with the cheerleaders over there?” Eddie pointed to the jocks table where I stood. He gave me a sly wink, that caused Jason to push Eddie’s chest. Jason looked behind him, to see me with my face brightly rouged. Jason connected the words I spoke and Eddie’s wink towards me, realizing it was true.

“What fucked up spell did you put on Y/N to kiss her, freak? Or did you force yourself on her?”

“Well Jason, why don’t you ask her yourself? She’s the one who kissed me first.”

“No, there’s no way in hell that Y/N Wheeler kissed you.”

I couldn’t hear their conversation from the table, but when I saw Jason get up in Eddie’s face, something told me to walk over there, before things got out of hand. I began walking across the cafeteria, shoes squeaking in anxiety, I tapped Jason on his back. He put his hand up saying,

“One second, I’m trying to get this freak to tell me what he did to Y/N.”

“He didn’t do anything to me Jason, I kissed him.”

Jason’s face dropped, almost looking upset. I knew he had a crush on me, but if he acted this way over a kiss, what makes him think I would ever feel the same way. He turned to look at me. I couldn’t tell if he was about to hit me or walk off. I flinched softly when he raised his hand up, scoffing as he walked away, and out of the cafeteria. I honestly felt bad for him. I just couldn’t get over the fact he would have destroyed Eddie over my feelings for him. I tried to calm down from my fear, but my emotions were cut off by one of the freshman.

“YOU KISSED Y/N?” And then another freshman.

“YOU KISSED MY SISTER?” My brother, Mike shouted.

Eddie ignored the groups’ rambunctious rambling, turning to look at me. He looked as if he was about to burst into tears. I grabbed his hand, looking into his eyes. I tilted my head toward the door signaling for him to follow me. And that he did, I walked him towards the door. His grip never loosened from mine. I looked back a couple times, making sure he was still behind me. I led him to my locker, pulling him in for a kiss, my hands releasing from his grip, cupping onto his face. The kiss held the same force as our first, his velvet plump lips, against mine clad with cherry chapstick. His hands met my waist, gripping at my top swiftly sliding his hands down to my rear. His eyes opened a couple times, looking at my locker, then back to me. I tugged at his jacket, taking in the moment and the material. His tongue glided across the bottom row of my teeth, then connecting with mine. The taste of marijuana, cigarettes, and mint chewing gum filled my mouth. I was the first to pull away, hands still placed on his bicep.

“Look Eddie, I’m really sorry about Jason. About this whole tutoring idea. It was stupid for me to even want to be with you knowing the people that I associate myself with and-“ Eddie cut me off, he has a tendency to do that, a lot.

“Wait, you want to be with me? And this still isn’t some prank your pep squad planned?”

I whined at his disbelief. “Eddie! I don’t care what anyone else thinks about this, or us. Because I will never stop liking you for anyone else, not even Chrissy - uh, don’t tell her I said that.”

Eddie stifled a laugh, pulling me back into a kiss, deeper than the previous ones. I could feel his smile underneath my mouth, his lips quivering as my tongue slipped into his mouth. I pushed his bangs from his forehead, kissing his temple. I left a ruby lip stain.

It was finally the final period of the day, my feet tapping on the wooden floor below me. After lunch the day had warped my memory, resulting in me daydreaming throughout the rest of the day. Eddie is the only thing my mind could focus on, not the math assignment in front of me, or the history project that was due on Monday, or the physics quiz I had bombed last period. Eddie Munson is the poison my mind ran on. Everything about him made me wonder if we would have already been together if I wasn’t a cheerleader. Maybe all the stalking eyes on me would be gone, and I’d be able to be seen in public with the only person I wanted.

I didn’t hear the bell ring, due to my daydreaming. I broke from my dream when a book slammed against my desk, my eyes meeting my teachers. I blinked my eyes a couple times, realizing the bell had rang 5 minutes ago. I picked up my back pack, stuffing my utensils and items haphazardly into the rear pocket, placing it on my back. I walked out the door way, greeted once again with stares from my peers, and a smile from Chrissy.

“What took you so long? I’ve been standing here for 5 minutes, we’re going to be late for cheer practice.”

“I can’t make it today Chris, I have a um, dentist appointment. Really bad cavities!”

“Oh well, I’ll tell Tina. See you Monday Y/N!” Chrissy gave me a hug and wave before walking toward the gym. I smiled back toward her, a sigh of relief dismissing from my nose. I made my way down the hallway, shoes now squeaking in eagerness and excitement. I made it to my locker, struggling with my combination. Once I finally got it open, a small dime bag and a piece of paper fell out the top. I bent down to pick up the bag first. It was filled with weed buds and a black Sharpie message written on the front : “WANT TO GO OUT ON A DATE?”.

I picked up the piece of paper, shoving the dime bag into my pocket. I lifted the sheet to my nose, the scent of cologne and marijuana wafting my nostrils. I opened the note. “MEET ME IN THE PARKING LOT, THE BIG WHITE VAN -EDDIE”. I held the note close to my chest, eventually putting in into my pocket as well.

I walked out the back doors of the gym into the parking lot. I made my way to the parking lot, a faint sound of heavy metal sound waves traveling through the air. There Eddie was, leaned up against his van, a smug smile painted on his face. I ran towards him, tripping into his arms.

“Careful sweetheart, someone’s excited?”

“You have no idea.”

Eddie pulled me in by my waist once again. Kissing the top of my head, taking in my scent. I looked up into his eyes, captured by his beautifully sculpted brown eyes. He bit his lip, looking down at me as well.

“Well quit staring Wheeler! What are you waiting for? Or is princess too chic for the freak?”

“Never too chic for you, Eddie.” I said as I entered the passenger side of his van.

God, Chrissy is going to scream when I tell her about this!

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years

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IT Masterlist

Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Wedding Imagine

Bill Denbrough x Reader Crush Fluff

One Of Us/ Bill Denbrough x Hurt!Reader Fluff

Worth Being Scared For / Eddie Kaspbrak Fluff

Beep Beep Richie / 2019 Richie Tozier Fluff

Run Towards Something / Bev Marsh Imagine

Worth Being Scared For / 2019 Richie Tozier Light Smut

I Loved You So Much / 2019 Bill Denbrough Fluff

Can You Move Your Foot? / 2019 Richie Tozier Fluff

Comfort / 2019 Richie Tozier Fluff

James Mcavoy Interview Oneshot

Lazy Sunday / 2019 Richie Tozier Fluff

Palpable Bond / Platonic Losers’ Club Imagine

Bill Hader Soft Boyfriend Headcanons

Not This Time / Richie Tozier Imagine

Too Late / 2017+2019!Bill Denbrough Angst

Drowning / 2019! Bill Denbrough Imagine

2019 Eddie Kaspbrak Relationship Headcanons

Perfect Match / 2017! Richie Tozier Fluff

I’ve Always Loved You / Denbrough!Daughter Angst

I’ve Always Loved You Part 2

Reunion / 2019! Richie Tozier Headcanons

Not Coming Back / Uris!Reader Angst

When You Need Me / 2019! Eddie Kaspbrak Imagine

Being Married to 2019! Eddie Kaspbrak Headcanons

R +E / Reddie Oneshot

Lose You / 2019! Richie Tozier Fluff

While They Were Thinking It Over / Bill Denbrough Angst

Calm After the Storm / 2019! Bill Denbrough Imagine

Fulfilled Live / Ben Hanscom x Beverly Marsh x Daughter!Reader

Heart Eyes Tozier / Reddie Imagine

Real Monsters / 2019! Eddie Kaspbrak x Pregnant!Reader Imagine

Monsters See Us as Weaker / 2019! Stanley Uris Imagine

Reddie Fatherhood Headcanons

Falling For You / 2019! Ben Hanscom Imagine

Adult Reddie Relationship Headcanons

Stanley Uris as a Husband

Dating Ben Hanscom Headcanons

If You Believe / Beverly Marsh Imagine

Meaningless Crush / Bill Denbrough Imagine

Lose This Time / Ben Hanscom Imagine

He Knew Well Enough / Reddie Imagine

Freaking Out / Father!Eddie Kaspbrak Imagine

Fussing / 2019! Stanley Uris Drabble

He Knew / Reddie Angst

Ben Hanscom Daughter Headcanons

Not Your Fault / Bill Denbrough Imagine

Who Are You Again?! / 2019! Richie Tozier Imagine

Stanley Uris Childheart Sweethearts Headcanons

You Lied / Losers Club Angst

Carved / 2019! Ben Hanscom Angst Imagine

Neatly / Stan Uris Fluff

Underwater / Ben Hanscom Imagine

New Mom / Hanscom!Daughter and Bev Marsh Headcanons

Bravest Of Us All / Richie Tozier Angst

Inconvenience / Bill Denbrough Imagine

It Was Your Fault / Stanley Uris Angst

His Babies / Eddie Kaspbrak Fluff

Sweet Dreams / Benverly Daughter Imagine

New Baby / Reddie Headcanons

True Love’s Kiss / Reddie Imagine

Stubborn / Reddie Fluff

Toddler Troubles / Stan Uris Headcanons

All Was Right / Bev Marsh Fluff

Sleep Deprived / Reddie Fluff

Not True / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Trick or Treat / Bill Denbrough Short Fluff

Get Off Her! / Reddie Imagine

Got Him To Stay / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Scared and Alone / Ben Hanscom Fluff

Sunlight Dreams / Mike Hanlon Imagine

Left Behind / Richie Tozier Imagine

Stupid / Eddie Kaspbrak Fluff

Token / Richie Tozier Imagine

Richie Tozier Proposal Headcanons (Male!Reader / Reddie)

Derry Sunset / Richie Tozier Imagine

Twin Flames / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Positive? / Eddie Kaspbrak x Tozier!Reader Imagine

Abyss / Losers Club Angst

Noelle / Bill Hader Christmas Headcanons

Christmas Cookies / Bill Denbrough Fluff

Form Fitting / Stan Uris Imagine

Sleuth Brothers / Tozier!Reader Imagine

Treehouse / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Rambling Fool / Eddie Kaspbrak Imagine

Brownie Blunder / Bill Hader Fluff

Knocking Them Dead / Reddie Imagine

Feed on your Fear / Bill Denbrough Imagine

I Swear / Bill Denbrough Angst

Cared For / Stan Uris Fluff

Split in Two / Richie Tozier/Reddie Angst

Happiest I’ve Ever Been / 1990! Eddie Kaspbrak Imagine

Fortune Cookie / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Being Bill Denbrough’s Daughter Would Include...

Ignored/ Ben Hanscom Imagine

Overdue Stamp / Mike Hanlon Imagine

Bully / Stan Uris Imagine

Richie Tozier x Plus Size Reader Headcanons

Marrying Beverly Marsh Headcanons

Until It’s Too Late / Uris!Reader x Losers Angst

Bev Marsh x Female!Reader Pregnancy Headcanons

Benverly!Daughter and Losers Club Graduation Headcanons

I’m An Idiot / Richie Tozier Fluff and Part 2: You’re An Idiot

Bewitched / Mike Hanlon x Plus!Sized Male Reader Imagine

Quarantine / Stanley Uris Headcanons

Losers Club Halloween Headcanons

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moonlit-imagines · 5 years

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Baby Shower

Eddie Kaspbrak x pregnant!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “could i request an eddie kaspbrak x pregnant!reader with the two of them going back together to fight pennywise? and eddie survives and they have the baby and it’s all fluffy and softdad!eddie? thank you so much!!❤️”

“Who was that?” You asked as Eddie hung up the phone. He was driving down a busy street with you in the passenger seat.

“Uh, you remember...Mike Hanlon? From years back?” Eddie asked.

“Not really...” You mumbled. Your phone started ringing in your hand and you sighed. You swiped the screen to answer. “Hello?”

“Hey, y/n. It’s Mike.” He told you.

“Mike Hanlon?” You replied.

“Wow, you remembered?” He asked in disbelief. You chuckled.

“Not really,” you said to your old friend, “I was next to Eddie when you called.”

“Oh, so you and Eddie ended up together? That’s great.” Mike communicated blandly. Eddie was staring straight ahead. “Well, I had called to tell you...it’s time to come home. Our pact is in effect.”

“Oh...okay. Me and Eddie will get right on that.” You gulped. “Good talking to you.” You hung up the phone. “Do you remember the—” You were cut off by the collision of your vehicle with another. The back end of your car had been hit and turned your own car around a bit. You sat there silently and started to laugh.

“Oh, god. Are you okay, honey?” Eddie rushed to help you.

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” You giggled to yourself.

“Why...why are you laughing?” Eddie furrowed his brows.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie! We’re going back to where it all began? Seriously?!” You started to cry while you laughed.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Just breathe. I’ll be there, too, okay?” He assured. Eddie wiped the tears from your face.

“So...” you chuckled, “what are we gonna do now that the car’s wrecked?” You sighed and leaned back in the seat, closing your eyes.

“Wait for the cops to show up?”

—————

Eddie and you walked into the restaurant hand in hand. You were met with the crowd of familiar faces who cheered at your arrival.

“Holy shit! Are you guys ‘The Kaspbrak’s’ now?!” Richie greeted as he got up and took both of you into a hug.

“It’s good to see you, Rich.” Eddie pat him on the back.

“You, too, Eds.” He smiled. Beverly ran over to hug you, followed by Bill, Ben, and Mike.

“Thanks for coming.” Mike whispered.

“Trust me, I only came because Eddie made me.” You joked.

“Eddie? If anything, I thought you’d be the one dragging Eddie along.” Bill remarked.

“So, who’re we waiting for now?” You scanned the table. “Just Stan?”

“Stan’s not coming, he’s a pussy!” One of them said as they downed their shot. “Whatever, let’s just celebrate us all being together after twenty-something years!”

—————

The hotel you were staying at was absolutely miserable. At least you had your husband with you. But he was out with some of the guys and it was only you and Bev. You and her were catching up your lives, until you weren’t feeling so good. You were sweating and panting.

“Hey, y/n/n, are you okay? You’re not looking too good.” Beverly rubbed your back as you tried to blink the dizziness away.

“Yeah, I’m good. Excuse me for a moment.” You got up and ran to the bathroom without closing the door and began to puke. Bev followed a few paces behind and rushed to pull your hair back. After you were sure you were done, you leaned on the bathroom wall. “Hey, Bev? Could you grab me my purse.” She nodded and got it for you. You rustled around and pulled out a smaller bag with some “feminine products” in it. You pulled out a pregnancy test, and Bev’s jaw dropped.

“You don’t think..?” She muttered.

“I don’t know.” You stood up and pulled your pants down, then sat down and stuck the test in a position best for use. You set it on the counter and waited as you cleaned yourself up.

“Y/N...it’s ready.” Bev placed a hand on your shoulder and watched as you lifted the test. You stared at it without a reaction.

“It’s positive.” You mumbled. Bev moved her hand and hugged you from behind. You started to cry. But you weren’t sure why.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’m here for you.” She rocked you back and forth.

“This is the worst possible time for this.”

—————

You didn’t tell anyone about what had happened. Only Beverly knew, and you trusted her to keep it a secret. You couldn’t let this get in the way of killing this motherfucking clown.

These nasty tunnels weren’t helping with your morning sickness. Eddie helped you through the tunnels, noticing you weren’t doing to good. He thought it was your nerves. You swallowed back the puke and grasped to your weapon.

Down the rabbit hole you go, to the clown of Derry, Maine. What could go wrong?

Eddie got stabbed through the shoulder, that’s what could go wrong.

“Go on without me, please.” Eddie grabbed your arm and shook it. You ripped off a part of your shirt and wrapped it around his shoulder.

“No way in hell.” You guarded him while your friends bullied Pennywise.

“You have to. I’m done, y/n.” He winced in pain.

“I’m not gonna let our child grow up without a father, Eddie!” You blurted. Eddie looked at you in a way that entailed fear and surprise at the same time.

“What?” He blinked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because of this goddamn clown! He’s making me see the baby. He’s got me thinking all these crazy scenarios! If you knew, maybe you’d see the same and go crazy.” You kneeled in front of him and watched him tear up.

“The Kaspbraks are famous for not having father figures. That ends this generation.” He struggled stand up, wheezing and groaning, but managed to do it anyways. He joined the Losers in insulting the shrinking clown.

“Stupid bitch!” He kicked the red-haired abomination as it shriveled up. It disintegrated and the place began to collapse.

“We gotta get out of here!” Richie grabbed you and your husband and rushed you out. Within a minute, the place had turned to dust. You threw up on the ground immediately after.

“Jesus, y/n, are you good?” Ben asked.

“She’s pregnant!” Eddie exclaimed.

“What the fuck?” Richie asked. “I’m gonna be an uncle?!”

“W-wait? You d-d-didn’t tell us you were pre-p-pregnant? And you-you went down th-there?!” Bill looked almost angry, but then again, he really cares about kids. It was probably a little irresponsible to fight a murderous clown while you’re about a month or two pregnant.

“Sorry, guys. I just couldn’t let you do it alone. And I just found out like, two days ago!” You defended.

“We’re just glad you’re safe.” Mike hugged you. “Congratulations.”

—————

You had just finished sending pictures of your baby boy to the groupchat named “Losers Club.” Your baby was full of pure joy. Giggles and coos filled the day and crying and diaper changes filled the night.

You named him after your grandfather, but his middle name was “Stanley.” You were greatly disappointed that you were never able to reunite with the full group, but his memory would live on. You would tell him stories about his aunt and uncles going on adventures together. You’d leave the big scary clown out until he was a little older.

Eddie was a natural with the kid. He just did exactly what his mother wouldn’t do. Ed would pick him up and dance around, singing to the nursery rhymes. He liked the Solomon Grundy song. It was catchy. He was always trying to get the baby to say “dada,” but you were secretly teaching him “mama.”

Everything felt better after Derry. After you got Stan’s letter. After the baby was born. But one thing is for sure.

That baby isn’t going anywhere near Derry.

#it #it chapter 1 imagine #it chapter 2 x reader #it chapter 2 #it chapter 2 imagine #it chapter 1 x reader #it chapter 1 #eddie kaspbrak x reader #eddie kaspbrak imagine #eddie kaspbrak #pregnant!reader

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kxhlzn · 4 years

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[ii.] the birdwatcher & his lover.

➳ synopsis: it's the summer of '89, and you discover new things about yourself— some good, and some you wish you could swallow and never see again. dealing with the newfound confusion of sexuality, you must learn the ins and outs of friendship and what it means to grow up.

➳ genre: coming-of-age drama, crack, violence, fluff.

➳ characters/pairing(s): eventual stanley uris/reader, unrequited!bev x reader, eventual bev/ben, eventual richie/eddie.

➳ wordcount: 5.6k of trash.

➳ song rec: don't really have any for this one. prolly why it's so bad lmao. um maybe the kenzie smith piano cover of "unjust life".

➳ warnings: profanity, henry bowers, fights, blood, flashbacks (slight chapter 2 spoilers), sexual jokes, underage smoking.

➳ author's note: this became more and more crack at the beginning and i couldn't stop it. sorry for using the phrase "sitting on his face", i saw an opportunity and took it. also didn't like this one as much tbh. not as much bev/reader as the last. this isn't edited god save me

July, 1989.

"she's fucking insane!"

how right richie tozier was, staring in utter horror as you march your way straight toward the older boy who has tortured your friends for far too long. one of his greasy hands grips the short hairs on beverly's head, forcing her neck to recline against the bricks of the library— and in turn, your patience.

"someone's gotta stop her," eddie replies, his brows curved inward in concern. he'd be more vocal, if it wasn't for the fear of henry bowers that limited him.

stanley and bill bike their way down the uncrowded street, scanning the nearby area in search of ben, who requested they all meet him at the library for something he called fascinating. bill nearly crashes into stanley's bike when he spots you stomping your way up to bowers. he does, however, slam into the curb when you capture a handful of henry's mullet and slam your free hand up his nose until he cries out.

bill takes a rough tumble, but eddie and richie don't notice. eddie's palms are covering his eyes, and he tells richie to "let him know when it's over". stanley, on the other hand, is whipping his head between yourself and bill as he rapidly decides to minimize collateral damage from the two accidents: bill's bleeding forehead and scrapes, or the death bell slamming into his brain like a literal gong every time he hears a grunt come from bowers as he's reeling from your assault.

sorry, bill; you should have learned how to ride your bike properly. stanley slips off the seat of his transportation, for once not even bothering to stand it up properly before it is left bare, tipping over onto the curb. he's shaking from head to toe, and his footsteps are wobbly. each meter he's closer to bowers, the more he considers bolting and telling his father to never answer your calls. alas, he can't help but feel an obligation; you've saved him from more scraps with the blonde delinquent than he can count, and you always ended up with more bruises than he did— and you would clean his cuts first.

august 23rd of your 8th grade year, henry bowers takes it into his hands to destroy the lives of each and every child of derry. he's a sophomore at the high school, but that never stops him from picking on you. his first victim is stanley uris, one of your best friends of a year, as he shoves him down, forcing the boy to take a rough tumble.

eddie's prepubescent screeching exemplifies within every second that henry attacks, and by a couple minutes in, it's entirely indecipherable. henry's goon, patrick, crouches beside stanley's curly head, and retrieves his jewish kippah, examining it as though he actually cared what it was. his slimy grin makes your skin crawl.

"nice frisbee, flamer," patrick runs his calloused thumb over the fabric, waves the cap in front of stan's face, and tightens his grip as he stands. stan grasps helplessly for the cap, and you push through bowers (as he's holding richie's glasses above his head), and just barely catch the kippah before it soars into a passing bus's cracked window.

after your fingers are wrapped firmly around the rim, you slam your free hand right up patrick's nose, causing the greasy boy to take a few shaky steps backward. he grips the center of his face, blood slipping from his nostrils, and he growls.

he cries something pathetic and retreats behind henry, who licks his palm, and runs it down bill's cheek leisurely. eddie cringes at the sight. "this summer's gonna be a hurt train for you and your faggot friends."

"as much of a hurt train it'll be for you when you get home to daddy?" you mock with venom, and your stomach swirls in anticipation. you had been entirely aware of what mr. bowers did to his son, and you would have felt sympathetic if he wasn't such a fucking dick. you partially wish you could shove your words down into your shivering guts, and prevent the consequences of your spillage. bill's arms immediately grip around your waist, his bony shoulder turning to hide your torso. his own body trembles, but he doesn't want bowers to see the fear behind his stubborn irises.

henry was shaken at your words, entirely speechless— out of fear or anger, you weren't sure. probably a mix of both. he seems to not even realize what he's doing, but his arm is raised, and he backhands you right out of bill's shaking arms. you land straight on your ass and your ears ring; henry and his gang take a run for it, and slip into belch's car like the slimy no-good rats they are. your head is dizzy from the impact, and the losers crowd around you. four chaotic voices swarm you, and you wave them all away so they don't worry.

but you still grip stanley's kippah like your life depends on it.

the owner of the jewish cap collapses next to you, and he isn't swift to ask for it back or demand it. in fact, it's a thought pushed to the back of his mind when he sees how swollen your cheek gets, and how a trickle of blood is growing in the corner of your mouth. he is entirely aware that patrick is now determined to destroy you, or worse. he is entirely aware of what that means for you, and he knows that you know too. he knows that you know and you still caught the kippah for him regardless, and he feels his heart enlarge, growing pregnant with sadness and appreciation.

all of these voices slamming into your skull, mostly eddie's high pitched squealing, and all you can hear for a moment is stan's quiet 'thank you'.

you nod curtly, and gently push his shoulder with your fist, a lopsided grin on your bruised mouth. "ah, it's nothing, kid."

you wiggle your fingers at eddie, a sure sign that you want him to help you stand. hesitantly, the lithe boy grabs your forearm and pulls you up. you extend the favor to stanley, and yank him to his feet too.

"is everyone okay?" you chirp positively, reaching your hands above stan's head, plopping his kippah onto his mass of curls. his tall form retracts a bit, bending slightly so you didn't have to exhaust yourself. once you were content with the cap's position, you stood in a confident position, fingers wrapped around your hips.

stan removes the kippah and stuffs it into his bag, which he keeps slung around his shoulder. he eyes the losers curiously as they gape at your enthusiasm, but he's the only one that really catches your attention. he mouths a brief, "are you really okay?" and you smile at the ground.

you mouth back, "we'll talk later".

"is that.. are you seriously asking us if we're okay right now, 'cause last i checked..." eddie's words are drowned out.

stanley uris almost squeals when bowers's posture returns, and he's stalking toward your shorter self like he's going to slack his jaw and swallow you whole in one, frankly, sloppy bite. stan rushes in front of you seconds before henry takes an uncalibrated swing, and it knocks stanley straight across the cheek, and you scream. henry takes a handful of your hair and yanks you upward, lifting you off the ground slightly, but he's weak enough that the tips of your shoes graze the grass. the entire time, eddie is screaming, (or speaking really high-pitched, but you couldn't be sure, as you were getting your brains pummeled out), and richie takes a not-so-manly roar and rushes towards the bully. you'd be proud of him if you hadn't noticed his eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and his legs like jelly the entire dash over.

he pushes henry to the ground by wrapping his arms around his torso and taking himself down too. "you motherfucking slime-fucker, i'm gonna kill you, or someth—"

crunch. your first thought is henry "greaseball" bowers fucking ate richie tozier, and even after your brain rationalized the events after, you still thought that was an entirely plausible prediction. except, you think his screech would have been a little more muffled, and less annoying because you would have felt sympathy for him, for you know, being fucking inhaled like one of bev's cigarettes. both fortunately and unfortunately, it was just his glasses— and you were relieved briefly until it came to your attention that they were no longer sitting on his freckled face, which meant one thing: the poor kid couldn't see shit.

you witness beverly dig her knee right into henry's set of jewels, right before you feel a soft but firm hand on your shoulder, and you're pulled up by a flash of red — bill's gushing forehead — and shoved away from the conflict. suddenly, he's bursting towards richie, and he practically throws him out of the way as he snatches up his glasses and bolts towards the row of bikes laid out. beverly is already waiting for him, holding up the bike so he can grasp it and hop on. eddie takes his cue to get on his own, and you almost run towards stanley but bill grabs you and shakes his head.

"oh, fuck off, denbrough, this isn't a sad movie or whatever!" you break his grip and reach out as far as you can until you catch a handful of stanley's button up. fabric, or a button, tears, but you manage to get him far away from bowers enough to pull him onto the back of his own bike. before he can even adjust himself, you're pedaling rapidly after the others, with stanley's arms wrapped around your torso.

that is not how he imagined the bike moment to go: you know the one, where the girl is wrapped around the guy's chest, leaning her head softly against his shoulder blade, staring off into the sky as they pedal away from the cliche villain? yeah, no. stanley is practically squeezing your organs into your throat, panting in your ear, and not-so-gracefully swerving the bike's balance. you wiggle until he gets the gist that you want to survive the ride, and pedal as fast as your legs can; then when you've gained enough leverage against the others, you stand on the pedals, and stanley's arms slide down to your thighs.

he tries not to stare at the apple in front of his face, so he glances up, and is washed with the image of your face battered and bloodied, but you've got the biggest smile on your lips like you've just climbed mount everest— like saving him was just that exhilarating. but then you try to sit back down, and his arms around your thighs send the bike into a swirl, and you're pretty much sitting on his face until he releases your legs. as if things couldn't get more awkward.

"sorry," stanley mutters, mostly to ease his own embarrassment that's traveled to his cheeks and chest. you both look over at bill and bev, and scowl. they are literally the epitome of the "perfect couple" bike ride, and the two of you feel like barfing.

your reason much different than stan's.

"how are we going to warn ben?" you yell to the entire group.

"kid's a dead man!" richie shouts in reply.

bev jumps in. "we can't just leave him!"

"do you wanna go back?" richie inquires, raising a brow.

her silence is met with you taking a violent u-turn towards the library, and stan wants to cry. you tell the others to get to mike before he shows up unaware of the situation, while you curve around to the back of the building and park the bike by the steps.

"this'll lead us to the basement," stan states while he climbs off.

"i know," you quip.

"what if we get caught? this is a stupid idea," stan says, crossing his arms as you walk up the steps. you shrug.

"so?"

"and? we get caught. what are they gonna do, take away our library cards?"

turns out they can do a lot more than just take away your library cards, but they let you both slide when they saw the bruises littering you and stan's faces— you were definitely a sight: two fifteen-year-olds caught in the basement of the library, covered in purple and red marks with innocent gleams on your lips as you try to sweet-talk the librarian into not telling your parents that you were discovered unraveled in the dark together. god, the look on the rabbi's face if he had heard that— it leaves you smirking the whole ride away from the building— through the back entrance, of course.

ben says he got lucky that you were there to warn him, 'cause he was going to come out and look for you all a couple minutes after the others departed. that gives you some relief, knowing that it was the right choice to go back. poor kid woulda been bloodied without anyone there to help him.

once you all meet in the alley outside the pharmacy, (with bev's help in distracting mr. keene, again), you mutually agree to patch each other up at the clubhouse, the only safe place for the losers' club anymore. it makes you a bit sad to think that, but nevertheless true. it's a bit worse that you guys are so terrified to leave your bikes near it, that you take a twenty-minute hike to the secret location once you've secured the transportation far away from its sacred grounds.

eddie scowls at the sight of the door in the ground, covered in weeds and unidentified muck, but he chooses not to say anything. everyone is worn out and drained, and he's just happy everyone survived it. his scowl melts into a deep frown as he goes over the events in his head— he was scared, and he hadn't helped a single one of them; he watched as bev was slammed against the library wall, he watched as stanley was decked by bowers, and he watched as each and every one of them defended each other. god, he was such a fucking coward— could he do anything right?

richie senses the weight on the smaller boy's thoughts, so he tentatively puts his hand on his shoulder. is this too much? he doesn't want to make eddie think he likes him, or anything. eddie simply sighs in response, but in his heart, he feels calmer, like maybe they do want him, even if he's a wuss.

ben crouches down to clear the entry to the clubhouse, while richie starts up a conversation about how he totally whipped henry to pieces, and how his sorry ass is gonna come crawling to richie for forgiveness. ben shakes his head with a soft smile, and richie pokes him with his foot.

"hey, you think it's funny, ben? you were stuffing your nose in a book being the biggest fucking nerd in the whole goddamn world! you just watch, bennie; crawling, i tell ya'. crawling," richie says, bending over enough to get an eyeful of ben's snicker.

"yeah, sure, rich," beverly laughs; she pulls a pack of cigarettes from her blouse, and fishes out a lighter. you can't help but stare when she places a cigarette in between her pink lips, and concentrates as she sets the tip aflame— it takes eddie's voice calling your name to draw you from her form.

"hey! take your inhaler!" he chucks it at you.

you catch it just in time and mutter to yourself about how ridiculous he's being. you roll your eyes as you release a breath of air, and place the inhaler between your lips. you push down on the bottle of medicine as you take a deep inhale, letting the contents push down your throat and into your lungs. you have to hold the air for a couple seconds and swallow.

eddie speaks after he takes a puff from his own. "getting scared like that and beverly smoking a cigarette is a death trap for us."

you blink at him, cigarette in your mouth. you inhale, release, and shrug, handing it back to beverly. "you were saying?"

eddie's face contorts to one of a miniature aneurysm, words falling short. he resorts to rolling his eyes and glaring at the dirt.

ben finally heaves open the hatchet and sighs contently. eddie slips in first, with his newly stolen med kit under his arm. ben enters next, and so on.

the clubhouse is rustic, with its oak poles and shelves of miscellaneous items, like puzzles, card games, med supplies, and non-perishable snacks. mike lights a lamp in the corner of the structure while ben pulls the hatch down to close it, and you take a look around, as though you hadn't been done here a hundred times before.

from right where the ladder drops, is a long step that extends from wall to wall, with a plush cushion positioned right next to the entrance. there's a pile of journals and books next to it, with a metal cup of pens on top of the first one. leaned up behind the ladder is a rather large one, a bit bulky and thick with all the pictures of bird species within its pages. (there's an even larger photo album seated on the biggest bookshelf in the clubhouse, shoved in the far back on a ledge where mike and ben hang out). that cushion is where stanley likes to sit, as one might infer. he doesn't like to fold his legs, so the step is nice for him to plant his feet as he sits stiffly on the, frankly, uncomfortable pillow. it explains the sour expression on his face when he spends hours sitting there, and the way he squirms the entire time like there's a nail protruding out of the cushion and into his ass. you wouldn't be that surprised, though, as he would be too unbothered or unmotivated to remove it.

on the far right of the entire clubhouse, not far from the ladder, there is a structure similar to a bay window that ben built for you after hearing you mention you'd always wanted one in your bedroom. he was eager to please everyone with the building (even though you frankly wished he hadn't put so much strain on himself by making it), so it was an easy decision to include it. of course, there really isn't a window, so it's more of a short stage covered in a colorful variety of plush pillows and blankets. he included a built-in shelf for your sketchbooks, journals, novels, and art supplies as well as enough space to include miscellaneous items that you like to decorate with. the space is a bit long, too— not long enough to be a bed, but not short enough to be a couch, either. ben, being the angel he is, included curtains you could pull pack around the section, as you often slept back there, too.

a storage section is tucked away behind a beam separating it with stan's small seat, and that's where the majority of your games and such are located. it has a wooden wall built on its left side, connecting to the open space set out for mike and bill's favorite place, which is more like a stage than your own. three extended steps stretching from the storage room to the far wall on the other side lead up to it, with a flat surface at the top of the third one. that's where you guys keep your larger things, like lawn chairs, toolboxes, and extra wood planks in case ben feels a bit creative. in the corner, though, there's a sandbox that ben enjoys building structures in (much to stan and eddie's dismay, as they both end up being the ones to clean up after him, even when the poor boy is apologizing profusely for making a mess). bill and mike prefer to have deep, intellectual conversations that are a bit too advanced for the likes of richie, and are just a bit boring for the rest of you. you like to have them too, but sometimes they become repetitive, or perhaps you just aren't in the mood to be a part of them, so the two boys retreat to the stage in the back.

eddie and richie constantly argue over the hammock that hangs comfortably in the center of the clubhouse, which is essentially a cheap old sheet tied securely to a couple beams that were set up for the sake of the structure of the hideout. they always end up a tangled mess in the middle, their heads on opposite ends. eddie likes to complain about richie's presence in the hammock majority of the time (if he's not kicking it back with you in your bay window), but he always seems the most at ease when richie is in it with him. he probably doesn't realize it, but he whines he's cold when the taller boy is absent, or hidden somewhere else amongst you.

ben and bev, arguably the easiest to please out of all of the losers, prefer to keep their hangout simple by placing a couple cheap cushions on the floor by the hammock, close enough reach so bev can pass a cigarette between herself and richie. she likes to lean her head against a beam behind her favorite location and drop her elbow onto a box of comic books that you and eddie share. as bev and richie share a smoke, you and eddie toss your inhalers back and forth between yourselves (it took you a while to convince him to do it, but he eventually decided you aren't as germy as the rest of them).

simply put, the clubhouse was home.

today, however, you decide to be a little mischevious, throwing yourself onto the hammock, with richie and eddie's eyes bulging out of their heads. you cock your chin at them, splaying your arms out to graze the dirt floor beneath you, "something wrong, boys?"

"yeah, that's my fucking hammock," richie scolds, crossing his arms while eddie places a small hand on his own hip.

stan doesn't take a seat, slipping his shoes off, while the others migrate to their most common places. "you guys get it every time. what's wrong with her taking a turn?"

you point your thumb behind you at him, nodding in tune. "see? stan the man knows what's up."

stan smirks, and just as he's preparing to plop down onto his beloved cushion, you swing the hammock close enough so you can capture a handful of his striped shirt. he stumbles into your lap, and quickly adjusts himself to save you both the embarrassment. his entirely too long limbs are lanky and take up nearly the entire sheet; you let your toes wiggle underneath his hips.

"i regret this," you mutter, stan's shoeless (thankfully with socks) foot placed next to your head. he apologizes, and swings one over the edge of the hammock, while sliding the other between your arm and your torso.

"is that better?" stan inquires, watching with amusement as eddie and richie groan and throw themselves onto your bay window. with all that space, you'd think they'd spread out, but no,— they're legs are just as tangled as usual.

"yeah," you say, "so, uh. eds, you gonna patch us up or are we gonna bleed all over our favorite shit?"

you hear an awkward crash behind you, and you pray it isn't your collection of display items on your shelf. there's a tumble, and then the patter of feet followed by an "oh, fuck, yeah". the medkit clatters quietly, while eddie digs through it to retrieve some alcohol and cotton swabs.

bill is the first, provided his injuries root from his inability to keep his eyes on the road. he doesn't talk much through it, rather sits there too calm.

"what happened?" you question and stanley shakes the hammock as he reaches over to his pile of books, and captures one in his hand. his foot digs slightly into your side, and you curse under your breath as you try to peer past his curly head.

stanley smirks slightly. "he saw you punch bowers, and crashed."

"too bad it wasn't 'cause he saw the color of your panties..." richie groans, "'cause then i'd have something to take my mind off my aching face."

your stomach curls in both disgust and amusement, rolling your eyes. "they're just blue, today, my friend."

you turn your head just enough to get an eyeful of richie pumping his fist in excitement. you scoff and throw an empty plastic bottle at him, one you found underneath the hammock.

bill hisses from his position on the floor beside eddie and ben. eddie's legs are tucked under his lap, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips in concentration; ben merely glances everywhere but the cloth on bill's forehead, face nearly a shade of green.

"stop moving!" eddie snaps, and bill mutters an apology, wringing his hands in his lap as he waits for eddie to finish up.

"on the positive side," you chirp, poking stanley with your toe, "henry might have a broken nose."

"i ain't fixing it," eddie says, a small smile evident on his lips. his eyes never waver from bill's cut, though.

"nah," you agree, reading the cover of stanley's book, "i wouldn't put my worst enemy through that."

eddie glares at the cut in response. he can't lose concentration, fortunately, but you're aware it was intended for you. "hey!"

richie snorts. "amen."

the sun disappears quickly behind the horizon, but you can barely tell from where you lay. an orange light passes through the doorway, illuminating ben's soft skin, his head in beverly's lap. he's asleep, much like bill, mike, eddie, and richie. beverly slowly drags on a cigarette, a small reflection of light gracing the freckles on her cheek. her eyes are glazed over, like she might fall asleep herself in the next couple minutes. stanley is contently flipping through his novel, the cover a tinge away from an oak brown. his brows are curled in, his entire body engaged in the pages. you tilt your head at him, curious as to what's enraptured him so entirely.

he doesn't notice, thumb tracing circles in the skin of your knee. his hand is warm, like your cheeks, but you don't notice it. seems to be a common occurrence between the two of you; not noticing things that are obvious.

beverly marsh, though, and that eagle eye of hers, notices. a smile appears on her lips, small and knowing. that's just how she is; small, and knowing.

stanley uris's eyes light briefly, and his lips pursue. he's surprised by something that has happened in the book. he seems to disconnect for a moment, glancing up at you. they drop back down and then rise to meet yours again. this time, he's captivated by you.

you take this moment as a chance to speak with him. "are you okay?"

"yeah."

"no," you press, leaning forward slightly to keep full attention of his eyes, "are you okay? i haven't had a chance to ask."

stanley licks his lips and taps your knee in thought. finally, he clears his throat. "um, yeah. just had a lot on my mind, is, uh, all."

"your pops?" you inquire, reaching behind yourself to get ahold of a box of graham crackers. you tear open the box and package, capturing a cracker and snapping it in half. you offer one of the halves to stan.

he takes it, and nods in thanks. "i mean, i guess. he's always nagging me, ever since my bar mitzvah speech."

you think back to that dreadful event.

"what the fuck do we do?" richie asks, legs crossed as he flails his arms. you pitch him a glare from across stanley, whose legs are tucked beneath him, his face in his shaking hands. his shoulders shake too, and he's vulnerable.

it's like watching a bird caught in a wire.

he's muttering barely coherent words, along the lines of "i can't do this", and "i'm gonna fuck this whole thing over". you grip his shoulders, and position yourself in front of his kneeling body. you give him a gentle squeeze, and he looks up just enough to meet your firm eyes.

"you, stanley uris, are the biggest loser i know, and i mean that in the kindest way. you will tackle this shit. if you choose to go the formal route, i support you. you lie to them as much as you want. if you want to tell them to shove it, i support you," you spill out, and before long, you're not sure what you're trying to imply anymore. "i... we are here, no matter the circumstances. if you want to light this whole place up, so be it. i'll be the fire."

stanley's eyes are bright, and his lip quivers. he doesn't know what to say or do. but he trusts you, and somehow that's enough.

stanley stands on that stage, and he recites every hebrew word he is expected to. it seems to drone on forever, and you can tell, even from your seat, that he is just as bored as you and richie are. his hands are trembling with each page flip, and somehow towards the end, you hear the subtle rip of one. stan chokes up but continues.

by the end, his father is (poorly) trying to hide his fury, and you resist every urge to stand and yell, "he's doing his best! shut up and accept that, you condescending prick!"

stan is silent once he finishes. he takes a minute to turn and face the crowd, but his expression is harder than what you expected when he does. "reflecting on the meaning of what i just read, the word "leshanot" comes up a lot, which means, um, 'to change, to transform'. which makes sense, i guess, because today i'm supposed to become a man."

his hands curl the microphone wire and uncurl it. a nervous tick. "it's funny, though. everyone, i think, has some memories they're prouder of than others, right? and maybe that's why change is so scary. 'cause the things we wish we could leave behind... the whispers we wish we could silence... the nightmares we most want to wake up from, the memories we wish we could change… the secrets we feel like we have to keep, are the hardest to walk away from."

his dark eyes pass over the room, examining the distasteful expressions of each jewish man, woman, and child in the synagogue. when they land on you, he feels a surge of strength, his soul hardening towards the judgmental others. all he sees is you.

"the good stuff? the pictures in our minds that fade away the fastest? those pieces of you it feels the easiest to lose. maybe i don't wanna forget," his eyes don't waver. he pictures all of the memories he has with you and the losers; the quarry trips, the arcade, the photo booth. you have brought him so much happiness. "maybe, i-i-if that's what today is all about, forget it, right?"

his father, the rabbi, surges forward, with a quick, "thank you, stanley".

you curse in your head. let him finish!

stanley dodges him. "u-uh, today, i'm supposed to become a man, but i don't feel any different. there are things i need to experience, still, i think. i'm still just a kid. i'm not ready for the responsibility, for the harshness of adulthood. i want to stay as i am, with my people. i need to."

he stumbles out closer to your pew, avoiding his dad. your nod of encouragement forces him to face him, determination in his bones. he needs this. a final "fuck you".

"i know i'm a loser, and no matter what, i always fucking will be," you say, quoting him. stanley becomes bashful, shaking his head at you. you nudge him with your toe. "still my favorite moment from that. should be your senior quote. love that for you."

"might need to change the wording a bit," he replies, picking at his fingers.

"nah, a final 'fuck you', you know?"

"wouldn't that be a sight."

"you've always been a looker."

stanley laughs softly. the hammock shudders suddenly as you crawl over to his side, and lean your head against his chest. the subtle beating of his heart lulls you into silence, and he doesn't know what to do with his hands. he feels entirely too lanky now, like his limbs might just curl around you like a vine. thankfully though, you tangled your legs with his, and wrap your arms around his torso. his palms finally settle on your back.

"you're my best friend," you mutter against his chest, and he shudders.

"thanks," he chokes out awkwardly.

he can feel bev's eyes burning holes in his cheek, and he can't bring himself to look at her, and she knows it, too. his face burns now, in turn, so he suddenly takes the new cigarette from her, and drags it quickly. he hands it back to her just as fast.

"w—" she begins.

"—shut up," stanley snaps, noticing you've fallen asleep like the others. you're so peaceful.

best friend? he thinks, why do his lungs burn like they've caught fire? why does he feel like he doesn't know himself at all anymore?

why do you feel more distant than ever?

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