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dead channels

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie finds dead channels on a walkie-talkie to vent about his feelings and everything he goes through. One day, you happen to stumble upon his frequency.

A/N: I can't remember where I saw a prompt like this, but I knew that I had to write something about it. I think it's important to say that I know very little about how walkie-talkies work. And yes I went way overboard with this story but I truly loved how it turned out; it's a big one, the biggest one shot I've ever written, but I promise, it's worth it.

Word count: 11k

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February 7, 1985

You were annoyed, and Dustin would hear about it for giving you a walkie-talkie without telling you what channel you were supposed to be using.

You paced in your living room, switching the frequencies, finding dead channel after dead channel. For ten minutes the only noise coming from the device in your hands was static.

Until you turned the switch one more time, and the static stopped. You clenched your fist in victory, sitting down on your couch and about to voice your frustrations to your younger friend.

"… I hadn't seen him in four years, man."

To your surprise though, someone on the other end of the connection spoke first.

A deep frown etched itself into your face when you heard the muffled voice. It wasn't one you could recognize, clearly not Dustin's. The words were laced with a distant sizzle, maybe because the person talking was too far from your location or the walkie they were using was too beat up. The tone was quiet too as if spoken without the intention of anyone hearing it.

Against your better judgment and with the help of innocent curiosity, you didn't switch channels.

"I don't know what I was expecting. Shit, I shouldn't have been expecting anything. Uncle Wayne was furious when he walked in on us and saw my bloody nose, he chased him off, yelling for him to never come back, not even caring what he needed the money for. I- I wanted to say something too but… Damnit.."

You heard what you assumed was a sniff before the stranger kept on talking.

"Dad did always make it clear that I was his biggest mistake, guess I just wasn't expecting him to come back and throw it at my face after all these years. Again."

The words were a private confession you weren't supposed to hear. There was no answer for the muffled voice. This person was using what he thought was a long-forgotten channel as some sort of diary, maybe. At least that was your first assumption.

You ran a thumb over the grey plastic of the walkie-talkie on your hands, finger hovering above the switch. Your knee bumping up and down. Should you say something? Should you change frequencies and forget this ever happened?

You changed channels, but not before memorizing the frequency.

February 19, 1985

Almost two weeks went by before you heard the lonely voice on the dead channel again. You told yourself it wasn't creepy to set your walkie-talkie to the channel when you weren't using it.

You stood in front of your kitchen counter, cutting up potatoes for your dinner. The chicken was already heating up and you sneaked tiny pieces of it to your dog when your mom wasn't looking.

The walkie rested on the dining table, you liked to keep it close these days. One never knows when the upside-down might decide to pay a visit.

"So uh, Hellfire has a new member."

You nearly cut your own finger when the static buzzed and, right after, the stranger's voice was invading your house. You turned around, carefully, as if the person knew you were listening in.

"His name's Gareth, seems like a cool guy. Honestly, I'm just happy that we now have enough people for a full campaign, I- I have all of it planned out and I think it's gonna be great, the storyline is thrilling…"

Subconsciously, you found yourself smiling. The kitchen was empty, save for your dog wagging his tail, and you were smiling as if someone had just told you the good news you were waiting for.

You didn't know this person, this was the second time you were hearing his voice, yet the almost childlike excitement that laced his tone today filled your chest with similar joy. A stark contrast to the last time you heard him.

Was it too weird to feel like you were starting to know him?

February 20, 1985

It didn't take long for you to hear from him again, not even a full day had gone by.

You had just gotten home. Throwing your car keys on top of your bed and removing your coat. On the horizon and past houses and trees, the sun was starting to lower itself, you looked at the orange rays through your window, stretching your arms.

You were rummaging through your wardrobe in search of pajamas when you heard it.

"I fucking… this school, man… Jaso-… ruined my da-"

The voice was laced with static and fading in and out of connection, the sound muffled by your backpack. You were in the process of removing your shirt as you raced towards your bag, almost tripping over your discarded sneakers.

Pulling open the zipper, you snatched the walkie and adjusted the antenna.

"… been working on that campaign for weeks man, weeks, and that douchebag just… He- he…"

You sat down on the floor of your bedroom, in nothing but your jeans and a bra; the tone of his voice slicing through your heart and making it bleed. Your eyes were unfocused as you loosely held the device, waiting for the lonely voice.

"Ripped it to pieces and threw it in the mud as if it was nothing. It's not fair. Shit, it's not fair, and I- I wanted to fight back y'know? But…"

You heard a sigh, heavy and tired.

"Yeah I froze, it's not like three against one would be much of a fight anyway."

The static came and the voice was gone. You stayed there, the wooden floor starting to become cold under your knees. Your eyebrows pulled slowly into a frown. Does this person study at Hawkins High? It's not like Hawkins had many options regarding school but still, it left you all the more frustrated that you couldn't pinpoint who it was.

Granted, your only normal year in high school was the first, and you didn't remember much about it. After that, Will went missing, and… Your mind had been a bit numb to the normal days ever since, you wouldn't be surprised if this person was a classmate of yours.

Abril 29, 1985

After a couple of months, you genuinely felt as if you knew this person.

It was odd if you so much as stopped to think about it. He opened his heart to what he thought was an abandoned channel, yet you were always there, listening; but never talking back. You knew his voice by memory, yet he didn't even know there was someone on the other end.

Sometimes — most of the time — there was a pang of nagging guilt at the back of your mind. But you'd usually think to yourself; what if, someday, something happens and he needs someone?

Well, you'd most likely be there, and if anything, the thought made you feel a little better about your curiosity.

The lonely boy on the walkie-talkie became your secret. A secret, for the sole reason, that he also became your comfort. These days your house was mostly always empty. You slept with the device resting on your bedside table. If you closed your eyes forcefully enough, you could almost feel as if he was there with you. He became a constant presence in your day, even when he didn't speak, you knew he was there. Knowing there was someone else out there made you feel less alone.

Sometimes, when the sizzled voice coming from the device was too shaky, laced with tears and sorrow; the guilt made itself more present, you wished you had the courage to speak up. To tell him that you were there too, that you could be there for him if he wanted you to, the same way he involuntarily was there for you.

After a long Thursday, you were sleeping, the rain outside had lulled you to an easy slumber tonight. However, when your bedside clock hit 2:08 AM, a distant voice started pulling you away from dreamland.

The sound was distant to your ears at first, waiting for your body to fully wake up. You opened your drowsy eyes with a frown, looking around your bedroom that was still engulfed in darkness, with only the street lamps making the raindrops on your window shine.

And then you heard the familiar voice again, quiet, molding itself into the night.

Maybe it was a bit foolish of you to leave the walkie on during the night, but these days, you couldn't help yourself.

"… and Wayne found a picture of my mom. He says I have her eyes."

He continued, apparently. You pushed yourself up with your elbows, the covers pooling at your waist. You wondered how much of his monologue you had missed.

"I don't…"

The tears staining his voice were pretty noticeable tonight.

"I don't remember her that well anymore, I wish we'd had more time… Shit."

And that was all. Static, and then he was gone again. It was fast, part of you wishing you hadn't slept at all.

July 4, 1985

You took a deep breath in, bracing yourself for the pain. With one hand grabbing onto the bathroom sink, you draped the antiseptic-covered cloth against the wound in your abdomen.

The paramedics at the mall did a good enough job, but some cuts still needed a bit more attention.

It had been one hell of a week and you barely had time to breathe between being trapped in a Russian elevator, finding a Russian base, being drugged and tortured by said Russians, and for the cherry on top, fighting a human flesh-based giant monster.

You were heavily considering a vacation from Hawkins.

Biting into your lip, you carefully closed the bandage over the wound. The white sink of your bathroom was covered in blood, as were the tip of your fingers and parts of your clothes. Tonight, you thanked the heavens for your mother's busy schedule, providing you with an empty house and plenty of time to clean up the mess.

Steve, the ever-sweet boy, offered to stay with you and help with… whatever you might need. You said you were fine, which, was a lie, but he had enough pain of his own to take care of.

You discarded your shirt to the bathroom floor, looking at your exposed skin in the mirror with a grimace. Long sleeves and sunglasses would be your go-to for a while if you wanted to avoid questions. You were popping open the buttons of your jeans when the crackle and static of the walkie-talkie made you jump. The warm voice of the stranger buzzed through right after.

"Starcourt just burst into flames."

You placed a hand over your racing heart, tightly shutting your eyes before reaching out for the walkie that rested against the tub.

"Yeah it's- it's crazy, the new town mall just burned to a crisp, at least that's what the news is saying. But I don't know man, I was making a deal near there when I heard the ambulances, there were so many of them; I mean, they said a lot of people died, so…"

You sat down on the edge of the tub, holding the walkie tightly between your hands as you listened intently.

"But still, I walked up to see what was happening and the place was filled with cops, army even, and well, ambulances. I had never seen something like that. And the weird thing is that there were some people from school there, Harrington for one, I also saw some kids from middle school and… Y/N was there…"

A chill ran up and down your spine when you heard him say your name. This person, the one you've been listening to in what was supposed to be a dead channel, the one who chased away the cold feeling of loneliness; knew you. Your lips hung open in shock, he said your name with such ease. He saw you there, he recognized you from a distance and under the blinking lights of the ambulances. Your chest constricted around your heart, squeezing tightly up towards your throat. You wanted to know him too.

You felt guilty for not being able to pinpoint who he was. Okay, the sound of a voice through a walkie-talkie is not the best or clearest. Still, if he knew you so easily, he definitely went to the same school as you, had the same classes, walked the same hallways.

Raising a hand, you rubbed your eyes and clawed at your hair. Urging yourself to think of someone, anyone.

"She- I saw her, she was sitting by herself in the back of an ambulance and I think she was crying. I'm not sure but, she looked so beat up, and- and hurt and I was walking, I mean, I was going to walk up to her to see if she was okay but a cop didn't let me. Maybe for the best, would just end up scaring her more I guess. To be honest, I don't know why I'm talking about it, I just felt like… Nevermind."

Scare you?

Your unfocused eyes stared ahead for long seconds. The cold from the tiles seeping through your body because of your bare feet.

One person came to your mind.

You hugged yourself, arm closing around your abdomen, feeling the cold, bruised skin underneath.

You thought of soft and unruly brown curls, tattoos, metal band t-shirts, and leather jackets.

You had never talked with him, shared maybe one class, literature; he rarely said anything then too. You passed by each other in the hallways, and you once caught him watching you in the cafeteria, he had been so flustered when it happened that you found it adorable. You then started shooting him small smiles here and there, and he reciprocated with big ones of his own.

Robin told you about him once. The School's Freak, she said people called him.

______

There was no way for you to be completely sure it was him, it's not like you could walk up to him one day and ask about it.

But you did start paying more attention to him, Eddie. It was hard when you only had him in the same class as yours one time, and other than that, only bumping into each other in the hallways didn't leave much room to observe.

You could walk up to him and talk, he seemed sweet. You didn't have all that courage yet though.

So you kept on listening, and your eyes kept on searching for him in the crowds. A few months went by like that, and you grew attached to someone you had never talked to.

December 6, 1985

Cold wind was raging outside and you were glad to have a working heater in your house. No amount of it felt enough though, as you sat on the carpet in front of the lit fireplace.

Your dog lay beside you, as you annoyed yourself by trying to set up the Christmas tree; it was a bit too big for the flower pot you had at home.

Slowly letting go of the branches, you said a quiet "yes" when the tree didn't topple over.

You started with putting on the blinking lights, turning them on to bathe the room in a multitude of colors. And as you rummaged through the trinkets, your ears caught in with the familiar static;

"So, I felt like setting up a Christmas tree this year. It's in the kitchen and it's not big, but it's there. I- I even bought some lights and there were some ornaments tucked away in a box that I found…"

The walkie was resting on top of your couch and you found yourself yet again smiling alone because of the pure happiness that came from your unusual companion.

"Christmas was never a very… happy holiday for me but, maybe this year will be better."

"I hope it is." You caught yourself answering back quietly, for no one to hear.

January 3, 1986

Winters could be pretty harsh on Hawkins. The break was over and it just so happened to be pouring rain on the first day back to school.

The skies were grey, heavy drops of water hitting the pavement as you turned the wheel into the parking lot. Of course, it was packed with cars, no one wanted to walk when it was raining.

You groaned as you pulled up in one of the farthest spots from school. Closing the zipper of your jacket, you grabbed your backpack and a small yellow umbrella you always had in your car.

The little thing didn't do all that much in keeping the rain from reaching you, with help from the wind, the only part of your body you managed to keep dry was your head. With one hand holding the umbrella and the other a strap of your bag, you took quick steps towards the school; walking forward with purpose when actually you should be paying attention to the puddles and many leaves the wind knocked down last night.

Water splashed around your boots, but before you could even get annoyed at that, your foot was slipping on brown leaves; the motion sent you falling back and you could only think of your backpack being submerged in the puddle.

It never happened though. You closed your eyes bracing for the impact, and instead felt two arms around your waist, your back hitting someone's chest instead.

"Woah hey, careful. That would've been a disaster."

You clutched your sorry excuse of an umbrella, slowly standing up and removing yourself from the embrace that caught you. His voice reverberated through your body in the form of a shiver, making your heart pump blood faster. The tight grip you had on the umbrella was mimicked from the one in your lungs. You couldn't breathe, because you knew that voice.

Turning around, you met the chocolate brown eyes you had been secretly wanting to see this up close for months now.

Eddie looked down at you with the ghost of a smile, he wore a black hoodie to protect himself from the rain; still, some droplets of water clung to his hair and eyelashes, shining.

And your silence must have sent him the wrong message because he stuffed his hands in the hoodie's pocket and took a few steps away from you.

He cleared his throat, eyes moving to look at something over your shoulder. "Yeah, sorry. I just didn't want you to fall, didn't mean to overstep or anything."

You internally kicked yourself multiple times for being a weirdo. "No, you didn't overstep, at all. uh- thank you." You breathed, managing a reassuring smile. "Really, you saved me from a massive embarrassment and from being cold all day."

You quickly maneuvered your umbrella to cover both of you, moving to stand beside Eddie. "Come on, let's get out of this rain."

Eddie's cheeks flushed pink at the unusual kindness. He walked side by side with you, bodies close under the yellow umbrella. Butterflies fluttered inside his stomach because he finally talked to the girl who held his heart's affection.

Once inside the school, Eddie headed to his art class whilst you walked to your science one. He waved a shy goodbye at you and that was it.

Even if you tried, you couldn't possibly concentrate on what the teacher was saying or the notes you were supposed to be taking. Eddie Munson was the lonely stranger who had been keeping you company over the last year. Seeing the clear picture now, you were frustrated for not putting two and two together sooner.

You were fidgeting with the pencil on your hands, biting your tongue until you almost tasted blood because now the person who spoke over the static of the walkie was suddenly so real, so tangible. And if anything, knowing it was Eddie only made your heart swell harder for him.

January 23, 1986

Friday nights were your nights, the time you always gave yourself to simply relax. You'd pick up a movie at Family Video, taking the opportunity to hang out with Robin and Steve at their new place of work for a while; then get home and change into your most comfortable pajamas, make some popcorn, and lunge on the couch. Just as you are now.

You lazily stroked your dog's fur, who was passed out beside you. The lights were off and the only thing illuminating your face where the images on the TV.

Last time you checked it was around 8 PM, but after a long week, your eyes slowly started to drop with tiredness. That is until the walkie-talkie inside your backpack started buzzing with the familiar static, and you were suddenly more awake than ever.

You scrambled to grab it, quickly raising the antenna before throwing yourself onto the couch again. You lowered the volume of the TV, waiting.

You heard a pained grunt first and then;

"Jesus man, they got me good today. Ugh shit- I feel like a truck ran me over or something."

Concern etched itself into your face instantly, you grabbed your blanket closer to yourself, praying for some kind of elaboration from Eddie.

Eddie. It still felt so foreign to have a name for the lonely voice now.

"I should- I should be used to it by now but… I just want it to stop. Whatever man, I'll just strap a band-aid to it and sleep it off."

"No, no, no. Don't do that." You mumbled to yourself. You ran a hand through your hair, stomach twisting in anxiousness. Running over every possible scenario in your head, even with most of them Eddie hating you in the end, you decided that you wouldn't leave him alone today.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what you were about to do, crossing your fingers for it to not be a mistake.

You pushed the button on the walkie. "You should clean the cut first."

Silence, there was silence for a long time. His voice was smaller when he spoke again, hesitant.

"I- I'm sorry I thought this was a dead channel… No one ever answered, I'm- I didn't mean to.."

"It's okay," you closed your eyes, interrupting him. "It was a dead channel, I think; I just stumbled upon it a while ago — not long, promise — and I heard you, and, I don't know it felt like you could use some company I guess. But then, I- I never really said anything."

You bit your lip, nerves making you tap your knee incessantly. "I sort of just, hung around in case you… I wasn't listening like a creep or something just- I'll switch channels in a minute okay? I just need to know, are you hurt?"

You let go of the button and groaned audibly, facepalming because of your own words.

"A little, yeah."

His quiet voice was a relief, part of you expected him to leave you hanging. You leaned back on your couch. "Okay, uh listen, if it's a cut, you need to clean it up, if you don't have antiseptics just use water. And if it's just a small one, it's best to leave it open, so it can heal on its own."

"You have a lot of experience with this stuff?"

You smiled. "Yeah, you could say that."

Eddie was surprisingly chill about your whole predicament. You walked him through patching himself up. From what he told you it wasn't that bad, just a few punches here and there that would leave him sore for a few days. It still made you feel sick to your stomach though.

Talking with him was easy, the way his voice addressed you made you smile. About an hour had passed when you deemed he was taken care of.

"Hey, I'm sorry for never telling you there was someone else on this channel. It was a shitty move, I just never managed the courage to speak up I guess." You told him before ending the call. "But I promise I'll never switch to it again."

You held the walkie between both your hands, the movie on your TV had long since been over.

"It's okay. Anyone could've found this random frequency, I'm glad it was you. I uh- usually change them, from time to time. But this one was always silent, so I figured I'd stay."

Picking at a loose strand from your blanket, you pressed the button again. "I'm sorry." You mumbled again. "It was never my intention to intrude. Just so you know, I wasn't always listening, to you, I mean… Sometimes it happened but, like I said I thought that maybe one day you might need someone to talk to or something."

Eddie must have heard the worry in your tone because his next words calmed you;

"You don't need to apologize, it's okay. To be honest I don't know why I started doing… this. I guess I just wanted to pretend like someone cared to listen to my whining. It feels- it feels nice to hear a voice answering back for a change. You don't need to leave."

And so you stayed.

______

The routine that you both created was different, to say the least. You didn't realize how much you were dreading having to leave his channel on the walkie until he said you could stay and you felt the weight being lifted from your shoulders.

Now, you were actually talking to each other. You felt like a thirteen-year-old with her first crush each time you heard Eddie's shy voice calling out for you over the walkie-talkie. He was always hesitant, always a bit too quiet in the beginning. But he seemed to enjoy the company just as much as you did.

You saw him at school every day, sharing nothing more than a few 'good mornings' here and there. Maybe he knew it was you who he talked to on the supposedly dead channel. Maybe he suspected it could be you, just like you did in the beginning. Either way, he never asked.

And you didn't either. It was a silent mutual understanding that names didn't need to be exchanged. You knew he felt more comfortable this way, after all, he was sharing his heart out with what he thought was no one before you spoke up.

You let Eddie set the pace, this was his safe space. When he felt ready to talk in person or ask about you, you'd be there.

February 4, 1986

"Come on guys it's no fun if you just stay sitting there," Max complained, before dropping her skate to the ground and making her way to the ramps.

You and Steve sat on a blanket under a big willow tree, one of the few shadows surrounding the skate park. The day was sunny and the place was filled with teens.

"Alright, I think I'll go then." Steve got up, stretching his limbs and picking up the rollerblades. "You coming?" He turned to you.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." You smiled at him. He shot you a smile back before making his way to the cement slopes in the park.

You closed your eyes, breathing in the fresh air of the trees around you.

"Hey, um, you- you there?"

Hearing the sizzled voice coming from the walkie near your backpack, you stretched an arm to grab it; pulling the antenna up and pressing the button. "Hi, yeah, I'm here."

"Cool, is this like, a good time, am I interrupting something?"

You smiled with Eddie's voice, your eyes following Steve's wobbly movements on his rollerblades. You laughed when Max had to rush to him so he wouldn't fall.

"No, it's perfect," You told Eddie.

That was the day you held your first normal conversation with him. He had called just for that, to talk; and your heart just about melted. You told him where you were, told him how a friend of yours was kinda bad at skating and the younger one was a pro. And Eddie told you about going to lunch with his uncle, how the man sometimes was the dad he never had.

March 12, 1986

"And then he just ran over the living room, dragging mud everywhere. God, I was so mad." You giggled, laying down on your bed and holding the walkie over the pillow next to yours.

A soft static came and Eddie's voice followed. You heard his laugh first, making your smile widen.

"I can imagine the mess. But it's so cool that you have a dog, man. I've always wanted a cat, or a dog too."

You turned around, eyes fixed on the pillow beside you, a tiny part of you hoped to see Eddie staring back at you. Outside your window, you caught a glimpse of the evening sun, orange and pink rays announcing its departure for the day. "Yeah, he's good company. Makes me laugh even if I get mad first."

Silence followed after. You closed your eyes, conjuring up an image of Eddie raking his mind over what to say next. It was cheesy. You didn't care.

"You know, I- I've been learning a new song, I play guitar, and I've been learning this new song. It's pretty sick, it's not perfect yet but… Do you- do you wanna hear it?"

You pushed yourself up on your elbows, breathing out a chuckle. Your heartbeat was drumming against your ribcage, happy that he was slowly becoming comfortable enough to share more things with you. "I would love to."

"Okay, here goes…"

You could hear the smile on his words, and as he started strumming the cords on his guitar, you decided that you loved hearing him play.

March 22, 1986

You'd never wanted this to be the way for you to see him again.

After calling a bunch of people and searching up every Rick in town just to find Eddie, then finally getting a hold of him in a secluded house at Lover's Lake and sort of filling him in about what was potentially happening; your friends were now deciding how to continue.

"Are we just gonna leave him here?"

"I mean it's not like we can walk around town with him."

"Then we can, I don't know, stop at a market by morning and bring him some food."

Dustin, Steve, and Robin talked amongst themselves, their faces illuminated by flashlights and the moonlight seeping through the shack's windows. You were leaning against the iron wall in the far corner, gaze trained on the swaying boat but not really focused.

To put it lightly, things went to shit. The upside-down was showing its claws again, but your main concern is that Eddie was being accused of murder.

Slowly, your gaze found him, and the mere sight tore your heart into two. He was slumped down in the opposite corner of the small shack, hugging his knees to his chest and shaking violently; his cheeks had tear tracks on them, no doubt his mind was reliving what he went through.

You wanted to go to him. Hug him close and tell him everything would be okay. But things weren't so simple. Until now, you still hadn't spoken to him in person again. You didn't know where boundaries started or ended.

"Okay, it's settled then." Steve decided. "Hey man, we're gonna bring you something to eat by morning yeah? Until then just… Try and get some rest." He addressed Eddie, who could only look at him.

One by one, your friends exited the fishing shack, walking out into the night, your gaze switched between the door and Eddie's small figure against the wall. You took slow steps to the door but stopped by the threshold.

"Steve," you called for your friend, hand resting on the doorway, "I think I'm gonna stay too, it's not good for him to be alone."

Steve walked back to you with a frown, his sneakers crushing the leaves underneath. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, reaching out a hand to squeeze his. "Yeah it's alright, I don't want him alone."

The look in your eyes didn't leave much room to argue. Steve left with a reassuring smile and the promise of food by morning.

As the car sped off in the distance, you closed the door behind you and turned to Eddie. He hadn't moved, his eyes were clouded with dread.

You took careful steps towards him, wincing at how the old wooden floor screeched beneath your feet. You moved to sit down in front of him, leaning your back on some wooden crates.

"You didn't have to stay." Eddie forced out, with a quiet tone that broke in the middle. His gentle brown eyes were glistening under the fading moonlight.

Gulping down a lump in your throat, you managed a smile. "I wanted to."

Eddie's gaze drifted from yours, the curl on his lips was bittersweet. "It's you, isn't it? Who- who I've been talking to."

You could hear your own heartbeat. "Yeah." You breathed out.

Eddie bounced once in his seat, leaning forward with a real smile. "I knew it!"

His excitement made you chuckle. You thought about how this would happen, you never imagined it this way though. Yet somehow, sitting with him in an old fishing shack in the dead of night while hiding from authorities, felt weirdly right.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything before, I just didn't want to…" You trailed off.

"Mess it up?" Eddie finished for you and you nodded.

He picked at a loose thread on the rip of his jeans. "Yeah, me neither. I mean, I had a feeling, that it was you, I thought your voice was familiar but… I never had the balls to ask."

Eddie looked up at you then, pupils blown as he took you in. You, the person who became his safe space. The one who could take his breath away with just a simple 'hello'.

Since the first time you shot him a dazzling smile at school his heart had been entranced with you. People rarely spared him the time of day, yet you graced him with a genuine smile every day. And Eddie wholeheartedly meant it the day he said he was glad it was you who found his channel on the walkie.

Back then he didn't know how much he was hurting, aching for someone that would care about him, about listening to him. And that day, when your voice came through the once dead channel, his lungs took a deep breath of fresh air after weeks, months of drowning in murky waters, alone.

Eddie counted the minutes to your conversations each day, it was the best part of his day, the one he looked forward to the most. Talking with you was easy, he became addicted fast, and fell even faster.

You decided that it wouldn't be a problem for you both to sleep inside Rick's house, it's not like anyone would come looking, and sleeping on hard wood or inside a boat was less than ideal.

The house was a mess inside, looking like it had been abandoned for some time. Dust covered the surfaces, most things being out of place and haphazardly thrown around. You searched around for rooms with Eddie close behind you.

There were two bedrooms, you stood in the hallway between both doors. "I can take this one and you take the other?" You pointed to one of the rooms.

Eddie nodded hesitantly, he was fidgeting with his rings, uneasy. You could tell something was bothering him, and you had a feeling about what it was. "Or, we could just take the same room."

"Yeah," Eddie let out a relieved sigh instantly, "please." He was dreading the feeling of being alone. Even if you were in the other room, it was too far.

You both removed shoes and unnecessary layers of clothing, laying down on the bed with a reasonable distance between you. The bed smelled… old, like it hasn't been used in some time, but it looked clean.

Eddie was as stiff as a rock beside you, even not touching him you could feel it. You turned to him, adjusting the covers over you. "Try to relax Eddie, you need to rest."

He breathed out, lower lip wobbling with the motion before he turned to you as well. Eddie clutched the covers closer to his chest, a cheap attempt at seeking some kind of comfort. "You know I didn't do it, right?" He tentatively raised his gaze to yours after he spoke, barely being able to make out your face in the darkness of the room.

You frowned, for a split second wondering what he was talking about until the worry in his voice caught up to you. "Of course I do. Eddie, I- I know you, and I know you would never hurt anyone. It's just not who you are. You're good." In a bold move, you reached out and took his hand in yours, squeezing and running your thumb over his knuckles.

Eddie felt his whole body filling with goosebumps at your touch, air getting stuck on his throat as he savored the feeling. He scooted closer to you, only a little, and didn't let go of your hand through the whole night.

March 24, 1986

After Max figured out she was most likely next on Vecna's list, you had to leave Eddie's side to help your friends.

Steve's car was waiting on the side of the road for you to get in, a breeze was flowing through the grey sky, rustling green and brown leaves.

You put on your jacket and prepared to leave Eddie's hiding place, walking to the front door of the neglected house, with Eddie right behind you. You turned to him before you walked outside. "Are you sure you'll be alright on your own?"

Eddie stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking around the house. "Yeah, I don't think anyone will come looking here. Plus, your friends need you."

"You're my friend too." You told him quietly, tilting your head as your eyes remained on him.

Gentle brown eyes found yours, Eddie pursed his lips before taking half a step towards you. He was about to reach out for you but hesitated, clearing his throat awkwardly before lifting a hand to the back of his neck and extending the other for you to shake.

His attempt at pretending he wasn't about to give you a hug made you giggle. You closed the gap between you with a smile, pulling Eddie to you and holding on tightly.

His arms went instantly around your waist and he lowered his head against your shoulder. "Be safe, yeah?"

After being separated from Eddie; Nancy, Robin and you took a trip to Pennhurst, managing to speak with Victor Creel just in time to save Max's life.

March 25, 1986

Between saving Max and finding Victor's abandoned house, only now do you and your friends have time to check up on Eddie.

Your knee was bouncing incessantly the whole car ride there, your stomach was twisting with a weird bad feeling like something wasn't right. And sure enough, when you finally arrived at Rick's old house, it was surrounded by cops, nosy civilians, and the town's reporters. Yellow tapes blocked the access to the area and you just about felt your heart dropping to your ass at the sight; surely going a few shades paler at the thought of anyone finding Eddie.

Luckily, he seemed to have gotten away. Your fists balled in anger when you heard the chief of police making Eddie's name public as the prime suspect of the damned murders.

"Dustin? Can you hear me? Y/N?"

You had never been so relieved to hear Eddie's voice through the familiar crackle and static of the walkie-talkie. Before Dustin could even think of answering, you were already snatching the walkie from his backpack and taking a few steps away from the crowd to answer.

"Eddie? Thank god, you almost gave me a heart attack, are you okay?"

From the other end of the frequency, crouching under a massive rock in the middle of the woods, Eddie dropped his forehead against the walkie held between his shaky hands; a single tear escaping his eye.

"Not really, sweetheart. But shit, it's so good to hear your voice through this thing again, you have no idea."

You smiled, tension leaving your body in waves for the very same reason. "Where are you? I'll come find you."

"Skull rock, you know it?"

"I know where it is," Steve told you, all of you already making a beeline for the car.

The woods you were walking through to find Skull rock were dense, everywhere you looked sort of seemed to be the same place and you could only pray that Steve and Dustin knew where they were headed.

All you could think about was finding Eddie, making sure he was okay, and then never leaving his side again. Leaves and branches crushed beneath your sneakers, Robin and Nancy spoke softly behind you, their voices mixing with the birds singing around the forest. Despite the situation, you found yourself smiling because of the unlikely bond you had formed with the long-haired boy.

Steve squeezed his way past dense bushes with a huge grin, revealing the giant rock. "There she is Henderson, Skull rock. In your face man." He said happily, apparently winning whatever discussion he'd been having with Dustin.

"Doesn't make sense," Dustin said beside you, making you turn your head to him with a soft frown.

"Yeah, even with it staring you right in the face, you can't admit it. You just can't admit that you're wrong, you little butthead." Steve shrugged, lightly mocking the teen.

A loud thud came from behind you, then. Making you jump on the spot and quickly whip your head around.

"I concur, you Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead." Eddie took a deep breath in, hands resting on his hips.

Your lips turned up with a relieved smile, you didn't waste a second before walking the remaining steps towards him. You pulled Eddie to you with a stronger grip than before, closing your eyes to just feel him, there and safe.

"I was so worried, thought they got you." You mumbled against him.

Eddie held you back with the same intensity, one hand running up your spine and to your shoulder blades. "Yeah me too, sweetheart." He squeezed a little tighter, basking in the feeling of comfort only you can give him.

______

You could safely say that being in the upside-down was not on your bucket list. Yet here you were, swinging oars at cursed bats that decided to feast on Steve's torso. The sight was nightmarish, it was your Hawkins, only much darker, with a never-ending red storm in the sky, dust particles that made it hard to breathe, and gross vines crawling everywhere.

And only after — sort of — winning the fight against the bats and losing the creatures with help of the forest; that you finally felt the nagging pain in your leg.

You were walking beside Eddie, who was still freaked out. Steve, Nancy, and Robin just a step ahead amidst the looming trees. It started with just a distant pain that had you limping, then you felt wetness running down your ankle and soon enough you were light-headed, some trees doubling themselves in your vision.

You didn't register you were falling until Eddie was scrambling to catch you.

"Y/N? Shit, don't do this to me. What happened?" He was already on edge and right now it'd be safe to say he was on the verge of panic. He had both arms under yours, maneuvering you to sit on the ground with your back against his chest.

His voice alerted the others, who came running back.

Nancy crouched in front of you, concern evident on her face as she checked for injuries. "I think she was bitten on her leg."

She lifted your jeans slowly, causing you to groan with the sharp pain shooting up and down your leg. You could feel Eddie squeezing your hand, his chin coming down to rest on your shoulder as you heard his soft voice telling you you'd be okay.

Using Eddie's bandana, Nancy managed a tourniquet around your leg. The bleeding ceased to a minimum, and you allowed yourselves at least five minutes to breathe given that you and Steve had been hurt pretty badly.

Eddie rested his back against a nearby tree, and even if you asked, you didn't think he'd let you go. So you remained in his arms, comfortably resting back onto his warm chest.

He had his arms wound around your abdomen, grip never wavering. You brought a hand over his, brushing over his knuckles.

You felt him tense momentarily behind you, then he started lazily playing with your fingers. "Getting back at me for making you worry earlier?"

A chuckle escaped you, leaning your head back on his shoulder. "Something like that, yeah."

Several heartbeats passed before you felt Eddie turning his head, his lips grazed your hairline. "I can't lose you, man. I just- can't."

His voice came out quiet and broken, if you weren't literally feeling his breath against your ear, you wouldn't have heard. Goosebumps filled your body, you grasped his hand in yours.

"You won't." You promised.

March 26, 1986

It was almost bittersweet, the momentary peacefulness of the green fields, when you knew what you would be heading into soon. The place was gorgeous, a hidden treasure maybe. The blue of the sky contrasts with the endless grass plains, with numerous trees surrounding the clearing.

You sat by the trailer Eddie and Steve stole, preparing molotovs with Robin. You opened one of the bottles, pushed the cloth inside, and heard a familiar laugh in the distance; looking up, you saw Eddie wrestling with Dustin, both boys running around on the green field with smiles on their faces.

"How's your leg?"

Robin's voice from beside you made you aware of your own smile. You tried to hide it, focusing back on your task, but not before stealing a last glance towards Eddie. "It's better. Bothering a little but nothing I can't handle."

When Robin didn't answer, you glanced up to meet her eyes. She had a shit-eating grin on her face, making you raise an unimpressed eyebrow.

"You two are adorable, y'know?" Robin mused, smile persistent as she put another finished molotov to the side.

"We're friends, Robin." You grumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Oh yeah, you totally are."

From far away, Eddie swung his newly made shield around, with an excited bounce on his feet. "Hit me, Henderson."

Dustin jabbed the makeshift spear into Eddie's shield, both of them smiling when both weapons held up well.

Twirling the spear in his hands, Dustin rolled his eyes when he noticed Eddie sneaking a glance towards the stolen trailer for the thousandth time. "When were you going to tell me about her anyway?"

Eddie's head snapped towards Dustin, and he straightened in his stance, both hands holding the shield to his chest. "What are you talking about, man?"

Dustin spread his arms and pointedly raised his eyebrows as if to say 'seriously?'; "you and Y/N obviously, when did that happen and why am I always the last one to know?"

"There's nothing to know and nothing to tell, alright? We're just friends." Eddie told him nervously, pushing away strands of hair that the wind had brought to his eyes. "She deserves much better anyway." He grumbled to himself.

The incredulous look on Dustin's face would have been comical if he hadn't all but shouted his next words; "spare me, dude, everyone can see it, you like each-"

"Jesus christ, shut it Henderson." Eddie sprinted towards him, shield pointed at the boy who had no other option than to stop talking and defend himself.

______

The moment you crossed the portal back to your Hawkins, and Eddie hesitated, you could swear you felt your heart freezing in your chest. Before he even cut the rope, you were already begging him not to do it.

The makeshift rope fell on your hands and he might as well have plunged the spear right into your heart. Eddie was looking up at you from the upside-down and your throat was already closing with dread, you were screaming at him, words you couldn't even remember. When he walked away from the portal with the promise to come back, for the first time, you didn't believe him.

Everything had happened in a haze, you told Dustin to not dare move as you managed a way up and back through the portal. The wounds on your leg were stinging with each of your movements, more so as you hit the ground on the cursed side of Hawkins.

Your pain hadn't been a concern then, the sole thing on your mind was to find Eddie. You had thrown open the trailer door and ran out into the upside-down world as fast as your legs could carry you, not stopping once, sneakers thudding against the grey ground.

When you saw the swarm of bats circling only one spot, in a hurricane-like manner, hundreds of them going from the ground and up to the sky; you knew Eddie was there, in the eye of the storm. With no regard for your own safety, air stuck in your lungs in a mix of fear and adrenaline, you ran to him.

You could remember the particles in the atmosphere clouding your throat, the blood flowing down your leg.

You had found him there then, tears collecting on the bottom lid of your eyes. You didn't stop though. Eddie was on the ground, with the tail of one of the bats around his neck and a few others trying to claw at his abdomen.

What lasted about five seconds felt like an eternity. You had spotted Eddie's spear, grasping it tightly in your hands and slicing the bat's tail clean off its body, aiming for the ones attacking Eddie next.

When Eddie stumbled up beside you, wobbly on his feet but still standing, shield in his hands; you had already felt a faint relief.

Not even a minute after, all the bats surrounding you were falling from the sky as some sick resemblance of rain. Dead. You thanked whoever did it. Dropping down to your knees — to catch the first real huff of breath ever since the rope had fallen heavily in your hands — you looked Eddie over, who had also been breathing heavily beside you. He was hurt, yes; a few bites and scratches here and there, but he was okay. No air seemed to be enough for you though, almost like the beginnings of a panic attack that you tried to chase away.

Eddie had extended a hand to you, you had seen the worry in his eyes that no doubt were mimicking yours.

And that had been the last look you gave him. You had pushed his hand away weakly, standing up on your own, with legs that almost didn't have enough strength to carry you. Your chest was going up and down with difficulty. You had dropped the spear to the ground with a thud, slowly limping back to the portal on the trailer. Eddie followed, you didn't look at him.

Now — after Steve, Nancy and Robin had found their way back through the portal as well, and you all but collapsed into Steve's arms because your body had simply given up — you sat on the couch at the back of the stolen trailer. Steve was driving, telling everyone all about the fight with Vecna, Nancy sat on the passenger's seat and Robin sat with Dustin near the front, along with Max, Lucas, and Erica after you picked them up.

And Eddie, given his home still sported a portal — a slowly retreating one, but it was still there — sat beside you. You put a distance between you both though, pressing yourself against the end of the couch and looking out the window.

You could feel the way his eyes hardly left you, most likely wondering why you were so quiet. Thing is, you couldn't bring yourself to look at Eddie, or talk to him. Anger was bubbling inside you because of what he did, because of how reckless his actions were. You knew the raw fear was lingering too, however.

"Hey guys, where should I drop you off?" Steve looked at you through the rearview mirror.

"I'll go to uh-" Eddie started, but you spoke over him.

"My house, he's coming with me."

"Yeah that- that's exactly what I was going to say." Eddie agreed quickly, his hands incessantly fidgeting with the hem of his green vest.

Your house arrived quickly, you said goodbye to your friends with a tight hug to each of them, making them promise to take care of themselves whilst they made you do the same.

The night was cold as you slowly limped your way up the stone path that lead to your front door. The lights on the house were turned off, you weren't surprised. It was late, you didn't know how late but the whole town seemed to be asleep already, unaware of the evil that had once again been defeated just minutes ago.

Eddie walked close behind you, one hand lingering against his stomach as the other stayed ready to catch you if you stumbled.

You hadn't bothered to lock your front door and for once you were happy about it, your guard dog came running to greet you, making a beeline for the stranger behind you.

"Hello to you too." You grumbled to your dog and turned on the lights in the living room.

"Oh, it's your dog, hey dude." Despite his wounds, Eddie was happy to crouch down and shower your dog with pats. Huge smile on his face as he bit his lower lip, fingers disappearing amongst the fur.

From your place in the hallway, you stole a glance at them. Instantly, tears were prickling at the back of your eyes.

Shaking your head, you walked to your bathroom. Turning on the lights, you winced at how the white tiles reflected the brightness. Bracing yourself on the sink counter, you met your own eyes in the mirror. To say you look awful would be a massive understatement. You had a rather big cut on your cheek that you didn't even know was there before now, droplets of blood and dust covered a good part of your skin, your hair all over the place, and not even counting how your whole body was complaining in pain.

You definitely needed a vacation.

Eddie slowly appeared behind you, brown eyes finally being able to find yours through the mirror. You saw how his hand reached out for you, and how he pulled it back before he could touch you.

"Are you- are you okay?"

And his voice was so gentle, so soft that you wanted to grab him and not let go, ever. You closed your eyes, lowering your head with a sigh and gripping the edge of the sink until your knuckles turned white.

Eddie shuffled, now standing beside you. He was confused, worried. His body was screaming at him to just hold you, but now, he was afraid of overstepping. "Are we just… not gonna talk?"

"Just sit down." You told him, voice steady.

He nodded, gulping down his feelings as he sat on the edge of the tub and you grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink.

You opened the small box, rummaging through mainly for antiseptics and bandages. You silently motioned for him to take off his shirt.

Eddie tried to do it on his own, but when the movement of raising up his arms elicited more than one pained grunt from him, you stepped in, carefully lifting his shirt above his head.

Seeing the gashes on his skin got your breath stuck in a massive lump in your throat. It wasn't too bad, but there was still blood and he was still hurt. In the back of your mind, you thought about the first time you answered him on the walkie.

"We can count this as progress right?" Eddie tried, a tender smile gracing his lips, his eyes looking up at you with blown pupils. "Last time you were giving me instructions, now you get to do it yourself." Apparently, he remembered it too.

His words made the tiniest smile come to you, which made his only get bigger.

You treated Eddie's wounds with the utmost care. Cleaning them up the best you could and closing the bigger gaps with white bandages that would soon be painted a slight red.

You didn't notice the unsteadiness of your hands, how they shook over his wounds; or the permanent frown on your eyebrows, or the lone tear that escaped your eye and slid down your cheek when Eddie hissed when you touched a particularly sensitive spot on his skin.

Eddie noticed.

Leaving the small cut on his jaw for last, you crouched in front of him, biting the inside of your cheek and raising a hand to clean his face.

Eddie's gaze was heavy, dark eyes fixated on you. You could see the turmoil going on inside his head.

He winced slightly when the wet cloth made contact with his skin, you mumbled an apology. Being so concentrated on what you were doing, you jumped a little when you felt his fingers gently grazing your cheek, over the dried tear track.

A shaky exhale passed through your nose, you met his eyes and saw they were glistening under the bathroom lights; swimming in the feelings he kept guarded inside his chest.

"Talk to me sweetheart, what's wrong?" Eddie asked tentatively, dry lips hanging open, waiting for an answer that never came. "Please." He tried again, quieter.

As much as you might want to, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You let your hand fall to your lap, avoiding his eyes, you were basically sitting on the floor now.

Eddie pushed a stray hair behind your ear, his eyes roamed your face for a minute and then he was standing up and left the bathroom.

You frowned, but didn't follow after him. You heard as he walked back, your back was still turned to the door and you focused on the sound of his movements.

Eddie sat down against the wall to your right, hissing sharply at the cold tiles, his knees tucked close to his chest. Wordlessly, he reached out and gently dropped the walkie-talkie on your lap, before hugging his knees with one hand, the other holding onto his own walkie.

The grey device on your hands was nothing but a blur through your tears.

You heard the familiar crackle and static. You almost broke down then and there.

"I know you don't wanna talk right now, at least not with me. I just hope you know that I'm here, and I'm- I'm gonna be here whenever you feel ready."

You heard his voice, both from the walkie and from right beside you.

"And… I also hope you know that you're like, the most important person in my life, I think you don't even know how much you've helped me. You're the one thing that takes my mind off of all the bullshit this town has thrown at me… Shit, you make me happy, and maybe you're much more than anything I'd ever deserve; but I'm here for you too, so if you could just- just give me a sign that you're okay, I'll give you peace, or space, or whatever you need. I just need to know if you're okay, please."

Eddie finished, voice growing quieter by the end. He let go of the button on his walkie, making the device sizzle with static.

The tears in your eyes were on the brink of spilling over, chest impossibly tighter. You chanced a glance to the side, to him.

Some tears clung to Eddie's eyelashes, and a few others made their way down, collecting on the end of his chin or stopping at the corner of his lips. His eyes were pleading, burning a hole through your soul.

Running your tongue over your lips, you carefully raised the walkie to your lips. You pressed the button, hesitating only a split second.

"I'm okay, as… okay as one can be after that, but…" You started slowly, each word following a beat of your heart. "Damn it, Eddie, I thought I lost you."

Throwing away the walkie-talkie, you turned your body to him. "Do you have any idea, of the panic I felt when you cut that damn rope? What were you even thinking?"

Eddie put down his own walkie, opening his mouth to answer. You didn't let him;

"It was so- reckless." You uttered out shakily, running a hand through your hair, brows scrunched in anger. "I mean you- you could have fucking died for those damn things if I hadn't gotten there in time, and for what? A little extra time?"

You didn't register you were crying, you didn't register the sobs; and when Eddie reached a hand out for you, you slapped it away. "You don't get to tell me to be careful, or- or say that you can't lose me when you do stuff like that. This goes both ways for fucks sake." Your tone was louder, wobbly, mixed with sobs and tears as you groaned in frustration and hastily wiped your cheeks.

You only noticed that Eddie had successfully managed to grab you when you were pressed against his warm chest. Your head tucked against his neck as both his arms closed around you tightly. Both your legs became a mess of tangled limbs, Eddie lowered his lips to the crown of your head, squeezing you to him and mumbling countless "I'm sorry" and "I'm here" and "it's okay".

His skin was warm under your hands. Your ear, resting just above his heart, allowed you to hear the constant thudding; the reassuring sound slowly but surely calming your trembling body and ragged breathing.

"I never wanted to hurt you. Promise." Eddie spoke against your skin, fingers tracing lazy patterns over your body. "I- when I saw the bats, breaking through the door, all I cared about was keeping you safe. I knew I had to draw them away from you and Dustin. Maybe it was selfish but, I couldn't risk them getting through that thing to reach you."

Shaking your head, you pulled away only enough to look at him. Finally being able to take him in, he was just as much of a mess as you were. The sight made you chuckle.

Eddie felt his heart bursting with warmth at the sound of your laugh, a small smile coming to him as well.

You reached up, thumb carefully tracing the outline of his lower lip, engraving the image of him to your heart forever. He leaned towards your touch. You almost kissed him.

"Just, please promise me you won't do anything this reckless ever again."

Eddie hummed, his hands around your waist tentatively pulling you towards him. "For you, I'd do it again in a heartbeat." His words held a playful tone, accompanied by a cheeky grin. They also held the truth.

"And I'd go after you in a heartbeat." You raised an eyebrow at him, your hand burying in his hair.

"Good, then we got each other's backs on our reckless decisions," Eddie mumbled, his breath ghosting over your lips.

He glanced down to your lips with a silent question, a plea. You answered by closing the gap between you, both hands cradling the back of his head and pulling him to you desperately, urging for closeness.

Here, with your body flush to Eddie's, his lips mapping yours in a motion of love; you couldn't be happier for having stumbled upon him on that dead channel.

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Robin Buckley x reader

Reader trains Robin for her new job at the family video store.

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a/n: I honestly have no clue what this. I just wrote it in like one shot during a long car ride. very short, very predictable. 

“Alright, Robin this is Y/N, they’ll be working the shift with you today” Keith droned introducing the new employee. 

You heard he hired a few new faces for the video store, and you guess this is one of them. However, you hadn’t heard about how pretty this new girl, Robin, was. You've known for a while now that you liked girls but, you didn’t think anyone else in Hawkins was like you. This new girl, however, had a presence that was drawing you to her but you couldn’t figure out why. With her work vest adorned with assorted pins and her fingers covered in rings, you hoped that the assumption you were making about her wasn't that far off. 

“Hey Robin, nice to meet you.” you smile and hold out your hand for her to shake. Robin’s eye were wide staring straight back into yours. You notice a blush and smile creep up onto Robins face, simultaneously causing your cheeks to warm. A beat passes before she eventually grabs your hand and shakes it. 

“H-Hi, nice to meet you too” she stutters out not breaking eye contact with. By now Keith had left to sit in the break for the rest of his shift.

“So I guess I’m training you today?” you turn your back to Robin to mess with the computer on the counter. 

“Uh yeah? I guess” Robin chuckles to break the awkwardness “if that’s okay, of course. I wouldn’t want to infringe on your time or like be a burden. It’s just movie, ya know? I could try to just figure it out in my own.” 

You frowned to yourself at her assumption. Did she not want to spend time with you? How have you made a bad first impression already? You push that idea to the back of your mind.

“Oh, no worries. It’s only a Tuesday so like almost no one will be in today. It will be fun, I promise.” you try to reassure her with a smile.

You hop onto the counter next to where she was standing, your legs bumping her arms. Robin doesn’t pull away, even though she is very aware of the presence of your legs against her arm.

“Alrighty, so those front displays are for the newer movies that come in. Then we have horror and comedys over there. Documentaries against the wall. And kids movies on that side. You’ll learn it fast.” you explain a simple layout of the store. 

“Cool. Yeah, I’ve been in here a couples times I think. I love movies. I watch movies all the time. Do you like movies? Of course you like movies you work at a movie store. God that was such a dumb question” Robin rambles, looking around the store. You just watch her with a smile on her face.

“Yeah I like movies, Robin. I loved going to the movies too, but you know the whole mall fire thing kinda happen.” 

Robin snaps her head in your direction at the mention of that incident. It only been a few weeks since it happened but it still shocks her when people mention it. Her experience with the incident was so personal she forgets how it effected the rest of Hawkins. 

“Uh yeah that was totally crazy what happened.” Robin typically shuts down when someone brings up that event. It was traumatizing to be thrown into that mess and she didn’t like talking about it. Trying her best to come off as polite, Robin pushed her anxieties aside.

“Right? Kinda sucks we don’t have a theater anymore but I basically spend all day watching movies here anyway. And then I also take movies home. Like today I plan on renting ‘Rocky Horror Picture Show’. Have you seen it?” you catch yourself rambling. Robin chuckles to herself thinking of the film, currently one of her favorites.

“No, Steve, I don’t think her asking about Rocky Horror was a code!” 

“You don’t know that, Robin! Have you seen that movie? I feel like if someone casually mentions it, they might be hinting at something. Like Y/N is definitely hinting that she likes girls, Robin!” Steve explains in the car ride. 

“She is not!”

“How about I ask her out and see what she says? If she says no…maybe my hunch is correct?” 

Robin huffs, “Just because she won’t go out with you doesn’t mean she’s gay. What if she actually has standards? Do you know nothing about dating? Because your records show you pretty much know nothing about dating.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve asked astonished.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Eddie?” Robin smirks.

Steve eyes grow wide and he grew silent. He didn’t think anyone else noticed that something was definitely happening between him and Eddie. 

The next week at work you and Steve were stocking the horror movie shelves. Since Keith had trained him during previous shift, the work was going by fast. The monotonous stocking was getting boring so you tried to fill the space with conversation.

“Not a horror fan?” Steve inquired. 

“Could never really get into them. Plus I get scared very easily” you laugh at yourself. 

“Well maybe we should watch some together sometime? I’ll protect you if you get scared” Steve winked. 

You stand frozen, eyebrows high on your forehead.

Not sure how to reject him in a polite way you utter out, “Sorry, I’m actually really busy that day.” 

Luckily, Robin had come in for her shift at the perfect time to distract you. 

“I didn’t even say a day?” Steve muttered to himself.

“Robin! Hi!” you interrupt Steve’s dejected tone. 

“Hey Steve, Hey Y/N!” Robin had come in to relieve you from your shift so you head to the break room with her. 

“It’s been pretty busy today so I hope that doesn’t continue for you” your attempt at small talk draws a polite chuckle from Robin. 

She smiles while watching you pack your things to go. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” she inquired about your next shift. 

You nod in agreement and head for the door. Replaying that interaction with Steve in you head, you decide to take a chance at asking out Robin. 

“Um Robin, would you maybe want to hang out sometime? Like come over and watch some movies or something? Maybe after work tomorrow?” you stopped yourself in the doorway to look at Robin.

She paused her actions and you could’ve sworn her cheeks turned red. 

“Tomorrow? I ,uh, I think I’m busy tomorrow actually. Yeah got a lot of stuff going on with school.” She couldn’t bring herself to look you in the eyes even though her face was burning.

You could tell your face fell no matter how hard you tried to keep it together. Hopefully, Robin didn’t notice. 

“Oh ok. Maybe another time then? H-Have a good shift” you pull a happier demeanor and head out the movie store waving goodbye to Steve. 

She essentially gave you the same excuse you gave Steve. Maybe she knew you were asking her out on a date and you were definitely wrong about your assumption. You did want it to be a date but you didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. 

“Steve!” Robin rushed out of the break room and met him in the aisles. 

“Robin! My theory was totally true. I asked her to out and she completely ignored me. Something about “being busy”? I didn’t even give her a day and she said no. And that like never happens to me. I thought the ladies loved Steve?”

“I think she just ask me out!” Robin interrupted Steve’s speech.

“Wait, really?”

“Like she asked me to watch movies with her and I assumed it was just her being friendly and not as a date, right? But, obviously I want it to be one. Oh God but what if I’m over thinking this and she just really wants to be friends! And I, being an idiot, just completely shot her down.” Robin buried her head in her hands realizing how she had come across. 

“She probably thinks I hate her now” she mumbled into her hands. 

“No, Robin come on. Hey, she doesn’t think that, okay?” Steve reassured pulling her arms down. 

Robin rolled her eyes at him in disbelief. She noticed you looked upset and left hurriedly after the interaction. Robin did like you though, as much as that rejection led you to believe otherwise. She just didn’t know how she could spend a whole day with you as friends. Just one-on-one, talking, laughing, sitting an awkward length apart when what she really wanted to do was wrap her arms around you and cuddle until you fell sleep in a big pile of blankets. 

“I don’t think I’ve crushed this hard on someone before, Steve? I just-“ she huffed “I just don’t know what to do.” 

Steve felt sorry for his sapphic friend. Watching her pine, and not having any idea how to handle it. 

“You work tomorrow right? Why don’t you ask her out then? And maybe specify that you want it to be a date this time?” 

“That could work I guess? But it could also end terribly if she doesn’t feel the same way.” Robin’s mind went immediately to the worse case scenario. The one where she asked you on a date and you’re disgusted and out her to the entire town. You would never do that, but in Robin’s panicked mind she could only assume the worst. 

The next day came and you had to push back the idea of Robin’s disinterest you. You tried to distract yourself with the new box of VHS tapes that needed to be put on display. Instead of your usual greeting, you only waved when you saw Robin come in. She would be lying if she said she didn’t notice this change. It hurt. She liked how excited you sounded whenever she came in, now she was missing it. 

“Hi Robin” you smile glancing up from the box. She immediately jumps in to start helping you.

“Can we talk?” Robin breaks the silence. 

You look up from the display case to meet her eyes and nod urging her to go on.

“I wanted to talk about yesterday. I really hope I didn’t come off as rude or-“ she was cut off by a customer ringing the bell at the counter. 

“I’ll be right there!” you shout over and flash Robin an apologetic smile. 

She nods, watching you scurry too the front desk. You light up the conversation with the customers. Even though Robin found it annoying, you on the other hand loved making the customers smile and laugh, wishing them well on their way out the door. With them gone and you being the only ones in the store, Robin met you at the desk hoping to continue the conversation. 

“I get it Robin, it’s okay. You’re just busy that’s all?” you try to push past her to get away from the conversation. You didn’t want to get too upset thinking about her rejection. She grabs your wrist and attention, holding you at the counter.

“No- I” she sighs deeply to calm her nerves. 

“I do want to hang out and watch movies. I’m not busy. Hardly ever busy actually. I just didn’t know what exactly you were asking, if that makes sense? Because I like you and want to spend time with but I didn’t know if you felt the same way or you were just being friendly.” she meets your eyes with the end of your confession. 

“I thought you didn't like me?” you watch as your confession brings a sad look to Robin’s face.

“What?” 

“I don’t know. You just seemed kind of closed off and quiet? Like you didn’t ever want to really talk to me. Like when Steve comes in you always want to talk to him. The banter just flows so easily between you guys, but when we talk it just feels clunky, if that makes sense? Like it’s just small talk to pass the time. So when Steve asked me out, and he really is a nice guy but I’m just not really into that, I thought maybe I should ask you out? So I tried and if I’m being honest, I did really want it to be date. But then you shot me down so I guessed that it was it for us” you quickly ramble off your confession.

“You were asking me out?” Robin couldn’t believe Steve was right. “Like actually asking me out?” she added emphasis to get her point across. You laugh at her confusion. 

“Is that okay?” 

“Of course it’s okay!” she chuckles in disbelief “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Really?” your face lights up.

“Yes really!” Robin can’t contain the wide smile on her face. 

You grab Robins hand hanging beside her, “So how about my offer from before, huh? Maybe we can grab dinner after work and watch some movies?” you bite your lip in anticipation. 

“Definitely” Robin smiles.

[ahoy-robin]

🕷Power of Suggestion🕷

Eddie Munson x Reader, one shot 

5.3k words

Summary: His seer dark eyes drag across the courtyard crowds, the preps, the band kids, the dweeby nerds. Like he’s searching for something amongst the bubbling crowds of many.

His eyes find their way to yours and it’s a clap of lightning that stuns and stings.

Because he smiles right at you

Or;

You see Eddie at school after he gives you a lift home. There’s definitely something you need to resolve. It’s mind over matter and there’s something you’re both after. 

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[ahoy-robin]

Can you do an Eddie x reader angst where reader is a cheerleader that has a MASSIVE crush on Eddie. She asked him out but because she’s a cheerleader he thinks it a joke and mocks her etc

a/n: hey sweetheartss- thank you so fkn much for all the love on my last Eddie post. This is sorta similar but a different scenario- hope you enjoy <3

warnings: kinda mean!eddie in the beginning obv, reader feeling humiliated, super mega fluffy cute ending!!!!

Nice fucking try - e. m.

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He was never at any of the games- which fair enough, why would he be?

Yet you couldn’t help the disappointment when you scanned the crowd for a specific mop of curls with no luck. You had practiced the fuck out of this routine and yet no one would probably be looking at you- they’d all look at chrissy instead.

It was like this often. You’d search for Eddie, and when you finally caught him, you’d sit and watch his sporadic movements and tales, admiring him from afar. He had sent a couple of sweet smiles your way; that was your only lifeline to him and you being a possibility. You were a cheerleader after all, and you knew how the basket team treated people like Eddie. You knew he probably thought the same of you but you were aching to prove him otherwise.

You had to do something about the way your heart was on fire for him, a bird beating itself to death in a cage, a moth around a lamppost- you couldn’t keep letting it burn until there was only ashes left.

You knew he had his usual hellfire club meeting today, and suddenly the routine you were doing was the least of your concerns- you even stepped on someone’s toes in the process but it didn’t matter. You were going for it. You were gonna give him the sweetest smile and the most sincere smile and ask Eddie Munson on a date, no matter what any of your friends thought. No matter to what depths your social status would go. You would risk it for him, you were head over heels after all.

After changing quickly while ignoring the annoyed look from your friends ‘cause of your routine slip up, you hurried to the hellfire club room.

Rocking back and forth in your converse, you leaned against a locker while fiddling with the strap of your gym bag. No sooner did the door fling open and several members left the room, mainly ignoring you or giving you a suspicious side-eye, except Mike who waved to you, since you knew Nancy. She was one of the few people who you trusted with your feelings about Eddie. When all had left, you stepped inside to see Eddie packing up from the campaign.

You didn’t say anything, heart suddenly in your throat and palms sweaty. The fabric of his white t-shirt was stretching over his back and he reached over the table, not yet noticing your presence.

“Eddie?” You asked softly, but he still jumped at your voice, a few dices clattering to the ground. The room was ominously lit, casting amber shadows over his pretty face.

“Uh, yes?” He asked slightly confused- suspicion already bleeding from his tone. He picked the dice off of the floor and continued to pack everything away while you stood.

“I uhm- well I don’t know if you know my name-“

“- y/n, yeah. I know.” He grumbled, not seeming particularly interested in what you had to say. You tried not to let it defeat the courage that had etched into your skin, dripping on your tongue.

“Was it a good… campaign?” You asked with a weary voice. You had secretly picked up a little starter guide to the dice game Eddie seemed so passionate about, to try and understand him better.

He scoffed. What kind of fucking foolery was the jocks up to now?

He didn’t even bother replying, knowing that wasn’t the reason you were here, was probably a fucking trick question already. You cheerleaders were like little heathens.

When he didn’t reply you felt your face flush in embarrassment- had you said something wrong?

“Okay well uh- I was wondering if,” you stuttered, fumbled over all your words as you kept fidgeting with your bag. The bird in the cage surely almost done for. The moth was growing tired.

“- if you’d like to do something with me sometime? Like hangout? On- on a date or something like that?” You asked. Your voice was breathy and the words came out a lot faster and unsure than you would’ve liked.

Finally he diverted his attention to you, his figure turning torturously slow, a finger raised in the air in front of him. “You’re asking me out?” He asked incredulously. He didn’t believe they would try such an old trick on him.

“Nice fucking tryyyy Princess,” he said loudly, voice dragging out the words- in case any of your friends were on the other side of the door laughing their asses off.

“What, you’d take me out to a nice dinner, laugh at my jokes and let me take you home to my scrappy little trailer? Is that what you want?” He laughed humourlessly, tongue rolling around his cheek while he stalked towards you.

“I- I mean that sounds fine to me?” You tried, voice more unsteady than ever. You couldn’t tell what was happening but the bird and the moth were lying helplessly in your heart and hot tears tickled the corners of your eyes.

“That sounds fine to you? I’m not falling for this shit, little witch. Run back to your friends, will ya?” He didn’t even spare you another glance as he finished cleaning the table and flung his leather jacket on.

You stood motionless, throat bobbing in an effort not to cry. He hadn’t just rejected you, he had completely misjudged you with no after thought- discarded you because of prejudices. You stormed out of the room with a horrible mix of rage and shame washing over you.

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“Something sick happened when all you little sheep left hellfire yesterday,” Eddie began as he placed his lunch tray drown dramatically. He glared over to the jocks table, surprised to instead find you sitting alone, sulking.

“What’s up?” Dustin asked curiously, biting into his apple.

“Little miss y/l/n tried to ask me out yesterday. Tried to humiliate me- but this mighty fucking game master didn’t fall for it,” he said almost proudly, digging into his lunch.

“Woah she asked you out? Was that why she was outside hellfire?” Mike said, voice borderline serious in a way that caught both Dustin and Eddies attention.

“Yes, so? Was expecting me to waltz right into that little trap,” he scoffed.

“Y/n asked you out? Dude she likes you! Seriously- I heard Nance and her talking about it a couple weeks ago in the car. She’s like over the moon for you, man.” Mike gestured around wildly to punctuate his words and their meaning.

Eddie stopped eating instantly, whatever was in his hand clattering to the tray as he looked over to your hunched figure again- head down, not eating, not talking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- please tell me you’re joking kid.” He tried desperately, looking between Mike and Dustin who didn’t waver at all. “Nope. No joke. Can’t stop talking about you I swear.”

Eddie buried his head in his hands.

A pretty, nice cheerleader had asked him out- had a fucking crush on him and he mocked her like that? Scared her away? The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks as he dragged his palms over his face and through his hair, reliving the whole experience yesterday; how nervous you had been, how you asked him about this campaign.

Before his mind could prepare him more, he jumped from his seat and ran through the cafeteria, nearly stumbling and drawing all eyes to him as usual.

You looked up, throat twisting into knots as you saw Eddie sit, literally, on his knees on the floor next to the bench where you sat in your solitude.

“Y/n-“ he said, almost out of breath. His eyes were so big and soft, so pleading and glossy, it touched your heart despite the way he broke it yesterday.

“Y/n I’m so sorry. I thought you were messing with me yesterday. Thought it was some kind of joke from your friends or- I didn’t- I didn’t know you meant it but Mike-“ he breathed again, pausing. Everyone was looking at the two of you, your eyes wide at his hasty, guilty confessions.

“Hey, hey-“ you said, placing a hand on his shoulder “-lets uh- go somewhere else, hm?” You tried, standing from the bench. He swallowed loudly before looking around.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” he breathed. When he looked at you then, he swore there was a gleam of something in your eyes.

It was hope.

You took his warm hand and dragged him out into the hall, ignoring the mocking from where your former friends sat. Where you used to be.

Eddie stuck his tongue out devilishly as you passed them before disappearing into the silent hall with you.

“Hi,” you said then, a soft smile splaying on your lips. It made Eddie’s insides flutter, knowing you were being genuine.

“Hey,” he replied with a huff, a broad grin adorning his features now too.

“I’m sorry-“ he began again but you cut him off quickly; his dramatic cafeteria gesture was enough of an apology to you, and you couldn’t even blame him for thinking like that with you being a part of the cheer squad.

“It’s okay, Eddie. I know I don’t seem like the type, but I promise you I- I think I really like you,” you confessed nervously, eyes darting around the tile floor “and I’m not friends with those dickheads anymore. Swear.”

The bird was beating around the cage, wilder and wilder and the moth dances excitedly around the bright burning lamppost.

“So the offers still- its still on?” He asked hopefully. You couldn’t possibly resist those puppy dog eyes he flashed you, the way his hands fidgeted with the rings adorning his slender fingers.

You nodded eagerly, not daring to believe any of this was really happening. “I’m not much for dinners, though” you added. He laughed. A warm sound you could see yourself getting very used to.

“Me neither. We’ll figure something out, hm?” He asked rhetorically, head tilting to the side to peer down at your hopeful face. Your expression made the guilt from yesterday wash away from his conscience, albeit slowly. God you were gorgeous, and he had half a mind to believe he was dreaming in this moment.

“It’s a date, then.” You stated. Before he could reply, you raised to your tiptoes and kissed his cheek gently.

A furious red blush crept up on his cheek and neck, his lips parted in surprise.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s uh- it’s a date,” he smiled, flustered as he squeezed your hand.

So damn gorgeous, he thought.

[ahoy-robin]

Bandanna anon back again, different thought this time. Ok so Eddie lives (obviously, why wouldn’t he?) but he has to go to the hospital where they shave his head in order to give him stitches and just Eddie with a buzz cut 😌 convincing Eddie you still love him without his hair 😊 Eddie growing it out and having these little ringlets that you fight him to not tease out 😍 Eddie’s hair growing back as a reminder of him healing 🥰

bandana anon i love youuuu *mluah* 😛

as a traumatized and healing bitch i love this. i 👏🏻 love 👏🏻 this 👏🏻

eddie x hopper!reader bc parallels 🥺

Your father is up before anyone else in the house, as always. You roll out of bed to find him at the kitchen table, reading the day's newspaper and nursing his second cup of coffee. Instead of saying good morning, he just grunts at you.

"How's he doing?" he asks as you help yourself to what's left in the pot.

It's an odd question, coming from him.

Jim Hopper had always hated the "him" he was referring to - the scruffy miscreant who he'd busted multiple times for vandalism, petty theft, public intoxication, possession...

He hated him even more when he found out his eldest child had fallen hard for him.

Even more when the way he found out was walking into your room one evening after he'd snuck in, finding the boy in a precarious position between your legs.

But since the earthquake, he'd softened. He saw the way Eddie looked at you, the way he risked his life to protect you, and suddenly a criminal history didn't matter as much.

He was troubled, sure. But he was good to you. He made you happy. And that was enough for Jim.

"He's okay," you reply. "Nightmares again last night. Couldn't sleep."

Your dad hums, sympathetic.

"Those'll stick around for a while."

As if on cue, the man in question emerges from your bedroom, looking as ragged and sleep deprived as he feels. He wears a gray beanie over his newly shaven head, hiding the ugly gash that lies beneath. He doesn't meet your eye, popping a cigarette into his mouth and slipping onto the back porch. You sigh.

"Still upset over his hair, huh?" Jim comments.

"Yeah," you confirm. "It, um... It reminds him of his dad, I think. How he used to make him shave it."

Your father is also familiar with the elder Munson, the crime that got him thrown into prison with a life sentence. More so with the abuse he used to inflict upon his son, since he was the one who answered many of those calls.

"Munson was a scumbag," Jim grumbles. "Hard to believe a kid as good as Eddie came from him."

You smile at the compliment, which your dad shares over the edge of his paper, pursing his lips together to try and hide it. Coffee in hand, you open the back door and join Eddie, sinking down beside him on the porch steps.

"Mornin', angel," he greets you.

You lay your head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arm around you, keeping you warm against the spring chill. In the distance, what remains of downtown Hawkins smolders, sending ribbons of black smoke into the clear blue sky.

"How's your head doing today?" you ask.

He doesn't answer, opting instead to take a long drag of his cigarette.

"... You've gotta show me at some point."

Eddie huffs, flicking ash into the tray your father keeps on the back porch.

"You don't wanna see it," he mumbles. " 's pretty bad."

"So are the ones on your neck," you remind him. "But you let me kiss those."

He side eyes you, and you can tell he's trying to argue the sense you somehow manage to talk into him. You were the one who dragged him back through the portal when he tried to be a hero, after all.

"... You're not gonna like it," he finally admits. "I'm not... I'm not me anymore."

"You still eat Froot Loops for dinner," you contest. "That's pretty you."

He tries to fight the laugh that bubbles in his chest, the resulting smile warming your heart with just how genuine it is. You haven't seen him smile like that in far too long.

"I'm just worried you're not... You're like, serially into guys with long hair," he continues. "My hair was what got you to notice me in the first place. What if... What if you're not... What if I'm not attractive to you anymore?"

You sit up, taking his face in your hands; almost a little too aggressively, because he flinches the slightest bit in surprise.

"Eddie," you say. "Do you know what the sexiest thing about you is?"

He stares at you blankly.

"That stupid demon voice you do when you're playing a villain in a campaign," you tell him. "The over the top, snarly, borderline feral voice that comes out of you when you get really into it. It's ridiculous. And I'd be lying to you if I told you I didn't cum so hard the couple times it's come out during sex."

Eddie's eyes pop, mortified.

"I've used it during sex?"

You laugh, nodding as you lean forward to peck his lips.

"Yes. But my point is that you're goofy, and dramatic, and clever, and sweet, and so shamelessly you that this-" you pat the beanie covering his head "- doesn't matter to me. What matters is that you're safe. That you're still with me."

Eddie raises a hand to your cheek, gently running his thumb over the high point of the bone. He gazes lovingly, dreamily down at you, a bemused smile curling his lips.

"I don't deserve you," he murmurs.

"You deserve me more than anyone."

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"Stop."

You lift the comb out of Eddie's hand, kissing him on the cheek as you do.

"They're cute. Leave them."

He tsks, snatching the comb back up when you set it on the bathroom counter, resuming the process of teasing out the ringlets his hair has started to grow into.

"It looks better longer," he growls, frustrated. "I hate my fuckin' hair."

"Can I have help?"

El appears in the doorway, holding her own set of styling tools. Her hair has also grown out quite a bit, now at the awkward length where it has to be styled every day or else look totally unpresentable. You gesture her inside, perching on the closed lid of the toilet as she sits on the floor in front of you, letting you work your older sibling magic. In a matter of minutes, her locks have been tamed; she bounds up to the mirror beside Eddie to inspect your work.

"It's coming back," she notices, looking up at him. "Your scar is almost gone."

He hums, running a contemplative finger over the raised, darkened bit of flesh peeking from his hairline. The scar runs all the way around his skull, down the back of his neck, but it's disappeared under the nest of dark brown curls that have grown in since his stint in the hospital.

He grins at her in the mirror, pointing to her wrist.

"So's yours," he notes, indicating her tattoo. "Ink's fading."

El smiles back, positively beaming. Her hand lifts to trace the bats etched above his elbow, a habit she's picked up in the months since Eddie moved in. She loves him like a brother. It makes your heart want to explode.

"I like your hair like this," she admits. "You look better than before. You're healing."

Eddie pauses, his face crumpling like he's about to start sobbing. You hide your smile behind your hand as he takes a deep breath, regaining his composure, then takes one of El's own curls between two fingers, pulling and releasing so it bounces like a spring. She giggles at him, playfully smacking his hand away.

"You're lookin' better too, short stack," he says. "Guess we're both gonna be okay."

[ahoy-robin]

stoooooopp!! this was so sweet are you kidding!!

Hey I was thinking maybe a request. Where Eddie survived but is self conscious about his wounds. Takes the reader sometime to convince Eddie that she doesn't see him differently.

AN | Set in the world in which Eddie is alive because he is! Or else! Anyways, this is soft, soft, soft, and broke and fixed my heart at the same time 🥰

Warnings | Language, Non-graphic description of scarring

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.9k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Your back was killing you from sitting in the uncomfortable, stiff hospital chair for hours on end, hunched over as you read your book. You could have left, probably should have left, but you found yourself unable and unwilling. The rhythmic and continuous beeping of the various monitors that he was hooked up to were slowly lulling you to sleep but you refused to give in to them. You knew the moment you fell asleep was the moment he would wake up. You wanted to be there when he did, present and alert. 

Peeling your eyes from your book, you found him still in his deep slumber, his hair even curlier and messier than normal, skin pale and covered in various bandages. His lips were chapped and parted slightly as his chest rose and fell in a steady pattern. But he was here; he was here and alive and that was all that mattered right now. An idea suddenly struck - one that would hopefully keep you awake and maybe he’d hear it too. You turned back to the weathered and well worn pages of your copy of The Fellowship of the Ring, quietly reading the passage you had stopped on: 

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

You were about to continue when you heard a soft sound coming from next to you before something brushed against your leg. You had been so invested in the pages that the touch caught you off guard and you almost jumped out of your chair, quietly squealing in surprise. It was the sound of his soft, weak laughter that brought you back into reality as you found that familiar pair of soft brown eyes watched you intently. He was awake.

“The Riddle of Strider,” his voice was hoarse and scratchy but distinctively him, “haven’t read that in a while. I guess it’s fitting since we made it through Mordor.”

“Eddie,” his name fell from your lips, soft and delicate, and before you could help it, tears had welled up and run down your cheeks, “y-you’re awake.”

“But at what cost?” despite the pain you were sure he was in, he still managed to make a joke. You laughed lightly before dropping to your knees at his side, brushing a few errant, rogue curls out of his face, “hi.”

“Hi,” you echoed, gently taking his hand in yours, “never thought I would be so happy to see you, Munson.”

“Mhmm,” you could tell that he was still tired, still worn and run down but fuck. At least he was okay, “what happened? I’m here…I thought I…I thought I was gonna die.”

“You really think we would let that happen?” you whispered, trying to keep the horrible images of when you were sure that he was going to die in your arms out of your mind, “never.”

“She saved you,” you turned around and found Dustin standing in the doorway, along with Steve and Robin. Before Dustin could stop himself he ran over and gave Eddie the best hug he could without hurting him, “you wouldn’t be here without her.”

“You saved me huh?” his tired grin was stretching across his face as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “I guess I owe you a life-debt.”

“You really think I was going to let a horde of demobats get you?” you teased, “if you’re going down by anyone’s hand, it’s going to be mine. You dumb, foolish, brave man.”

“Dumb and foolish yes,” he said, causing Robin and Steve to laugh quietly, “I don’t know about brave.”

“I - we do,” you insisted, “you, Eddie Munson, are a hero. And now everyone knows that too.”

“A hero, huh?”

“Don’t let it get to your head, Munson,” Steve reached down and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, “don’t want you getting too cocky.”

“Me? Never,” you snorted at him as he weakly stuck out his tongue, “what a warm welcome. Glad I came back for this.”

“I’m going to go and let them know you’re awake,” you stood up and yawned, “be back in a few.”

Once you were out of the room, Robin took the seat you had been occupying and gave him a serious look. She was glad that her new found friend was alive and well, and even more concerned about the fact that her friends continued to be seemingly oblivious, “she’s been here the entire time you have, you know. She barely even left to go shower or eat. She’s read you about a thousand books. She wanted to be here right when you woke up.”

“I…that sounds like her,” he agreed, a warm flush rising up on his pale skin, “she does too much for me. I owe her everything.”

“You really do,” Dustin agreed, shooting a wink at Robin, “maybe sometimes all it takes is a near death experience to see how things really are. Like the fact that you’re in l-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you walked back in with a nurse, chatting animatedly and looking better than you had in weeks. You caught Eddie’s eye and gave him a small wink as the nurse chittered over him, immediately asking him a million questions as she made some notes on her clipboard. Normally he might have been bothered by all the attention, but right now it all felt…right.

“We’ll leave you guys to it,” Steve pointedly looked at Robin and Dustin as they siddled over to him, “we’ll call Wayne. Maybe see you tonight at the Wheelers’?”

“We’ll see,” you promised, “depending on when he can leave and how he’s feeling. Thank you guys.”

You gave them each a hug, something that had come to have so much more meaning and power than you’d ever thought they would. Something that you could be deprived of in an instant, something you vowed to never take for granted again. You couldn’t wait to give him one again, one that would hopefully tell him all he ever needed to know.

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“Eds! I’m here!” you let yourself in his trailer with the key you’d had for years, arms filled with a few grocery bags of snacks and treats you knew he loved. You set everything down in the kitchen, frowning when you didn’t hear a response, “Eddie?”

“Bathroom,” you heard him call out softly. A wave of relief washed over you when you realized he was okay, but his tone suggested otherwise. You padded silently down the hall and stopped in front of the door before gently rapping your knuckles against it.

“Eds,” you kept your voice gentle, not wanting to scare him despite your knocking. He’d been more sensitive and easily overwhelmed the past few weeks since he’d been out of the hospital - not that you could blame him in the slightest over that, “I brought some snacks and rented a few movies. Maybe we just have a movie marathon today. Or we can do whatever you want - maybe go for a walk or go to the lake?”

He remained silent for a few moments, but you could hear him moving around in there. You tried to hold back your sigh, but doing so only made your eyes sting with tears. You knew he was hurting, but nothing you did seemed to make it better. You just wanted to make it all better for him; if you could have taken the burden from him you would have in a heartbeat, “Eddie…”

“Can you please just go?” the fact that his voice shook with each word caused you to exhale sharply. You wanted to just barge in there and wrap him up in your arms but you knew that would just make things worse right now, “please. I-I’m sorry.”

“Okay,” you whispered as you put your palm lightly against the door, wishing he could feel your touch, “okay, Eds. Whatever you need. I’ll put away the food and go. Please call me if you need anything. We’re having game night later, at the Byers’ this time. If you want to come over…or I can give you a ride. Just…call me if you need anything. Please, Eddie.”

You heard his shuffling and pacing stop before he sighed lightly. It was a few seconds before you heard him quickly murmur a gentle, “okay.”

You let a few beats of silence pass between the two of you before walking back down the small hallway and into the kitchen. You slowly put everything away and left the movies on the counter where he would easily find them. It was with a heavy heart  that you walked out and locked the door behind you. Part of you wanted to go back in there and refuse to leave, but you knew he just needed time. He knew you were always there for him, just as he had always been for you. Right now it just felt all wrong - terrible - and you wanted your Eddie back.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The phone in your room rang, the sound shrill and loud in the stillness of the night. You almost jumped at the sound, opening your eyes in surprise before you turned on your bedside lamp. It was almost three in the morning according to the bright red numbers displayed on the alarm clock - who on earth would be calling at this time?

Oh. You blinked away the bleariness in your eyes before grabbing the handset and pressing it closely to your ear, “hello?”

“H-hi,” the fact that it was his voice on the other end of the line made you feel a million times better and you let out a small sigh of relief, “I’m sorry for calling so late. Fuck, I shouldn’t have woken you up.”

“You are the only person I will allow to wake me up,” you promised softly, “is everything okay, Eds?”

“Can you come over?” his voice was low and quiet, “please? I…I-”

“I’ll be there in fifteen,” you were already crawling out of bed in search of your converse, deciding to forgo getting dressed. Eddie had seen you a million different ways over the years, he could handle you in ratty old pajama bottoms and one of his shirts you’d stolen at some point, “okay? Just hang tight.”

“Thank you.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

By the time you were at Eddie’s and letting yourself inside, it had been just about ten minutes since he’d called. You’d sneaked out of the house quickly and probably broke more than a few speed limits. But none of that mattered right now, only he did.

“Eddie?” you called softly as you walked towards his bedroom, where you could see some soft light spilling out of the slightly cracked door. You knocked softly before stepping inside, “Eddie?”

“‘s okay,” he promised as the door opened and you found himself standing in front of you. This was the first time you’d properly seen him in weeks. It took every bit of strength not to tackle him in a giant hug, “thank you for coming.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you hesitantly reached over, wanting to see if he’d allow you to touch him. When he didn’t flinch out of your touch, you put your hand on his face and gently brushed your thumb over his cheek, “what’s wrong, Eds?”

“I just…” he broke down in tears before he could even get a full sentence out, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his body. You were surprised at the reaction, the sudden shift in his temperament but gently hugged him back, letting him take what he needed, “I feel so broken.”

“Eddie,” you whispered his name and pulled back so you could look at him. You cradled his face in your hands and tenderly wiped away his tears, “you are not broken. So far from it. What you went through what we all did in varying degrees was a lot. Honestly, I’d be more surprised if you said you felt completely fine. I don’t think any of us are fine right now, but we’ve got each other and we’ll get better in time. You have me - us, all of us, Henderson, Harrington, Robin, the Wheelers, the Byers, the Sinclairs, the Hoppers. All of us are probably way more fucked up anyone should be, but at least we’re fucked up together.”

He made a small sound, something adjacent to a laugh as he lightly nodded. You leaned in and pressed your forehead against his, trying to get to him to understand just how deeply loved and cared for he was, “I haven’t been able to sleep well, eat, and I…I can’t stand to look at myself anymore.”

“Well, I can try to help however I can, even if it’s just being here while you take a nap. I’ll keep you safe, Eddie. I’ll always protect you,” you whispered, “just tell me what you need and I will do it.”

“I keep thinking about that night,” he sighed, “how they tore up my skin and…I know eventually it’ll be better, but my body…I look like a freak. More than I normally do.”

“Eddie,” you took a step back and squeezed his hand, your heart feeling like it had been torn into pieces at his words, “you are beautiful, so beautiful, just as you always have been. You have always been my favorite thing in this world to look at. Then, now, and always.  Scars don’t matter, if anything they tell a story. And these tell a story that you, Eddie Munson, are a hero. That everyone in this stupid town, in this world has to thank for keeping them safe. Eddie, you are a hero, you’ve always been my hero. You've always kept me safe and made me feel protected and loved. This time it’s my turn to give you all of that back.”

“I don’t think I could ever deserve you,” he gave you a teary-eyed smile. 

“That’s what best friends are for,” you replied with a small smile. You wished it was more, you wished you could tell me the extent of how deep your love for him was. But now was not the time to push or make him feel pressured to respond in a certain way, “you’re stuck with me for life, Munson. We pinky promised when we were twelve, and we can’t ever break that.”

“No,” he whispered, “we can’t.”

A silence filled the air between the two of you, comfortable and easy just like it always had. You took his hand and gently pulled him towards the bathroom, and he followed without hesitation. Once you stepped into the small space, you touched the hem of his shirt and looked at him with gentle eyes, “may I?”

“Yes,” he swallowed thickly but nodded, “I trust you.”

Your touch was gentle and delicate as you pulled his shirt up and he held up his arms to let you take it off of him. The soft fabric of his well worn shirt was almost silent as it fell to the floor and you looked him over. You could see the trepidation in his eyes as he tried to gauge your reaction. You touched his cheek before giving him a sweet smile that caused a sense of relief to flood his veins, “just as I thought. Beautiful as always.”

He remained silent and you traced your fingers over one of the scars near his collarbone. It was a sobering reminder that you’d almost lost him. You were happy for the scar because it meant he was here, he was alive. You don’t know if you could have faced a future without him. He inhaled shakily as you ghosted the tips of your fingers gently over his body. 

“Come on,” after a few minutes of quietness during which he’d pulled you back into his arms, you pulled back, “let’s get you a warm shower and then you can try to get some sleep.”

“I don’t know if I can…s-sleep.”

“Will you try?” he gnawed on his bottom lip as he nodded slowly, “I’ll stay with you and make sure you’re okay. I promise.”

“What about you?”

“I can sleep later,” you insisted, “once you’ve rested a bit. Eddie…let me take care of you…please. You’re not in this alone and I’ll always be here for you.”

You turned on the shower and went to grab a clean towel and set of pajamas for him, before ushering him towards the warm stream of water.

“I…I love you,” he whispered as you looked at him with that sweet, innocent expression he adored more than anything. 

“I know,” you smiled lightly, “I love you too.”

“No…like…I love you,” he repeated and your whole face felt like it was on fire, “n-not just as my best friend.”

“I know,” you insisted again, your heart feeling better - lighter - than it had in weeks, “I love you.”

“Yeah?” he asked shyly as you offered him a shy smile, “will you…get in? With me?”

“Yeah,” there wasn’t a moment of hesitation in your response, “you have me, whatever and however you need. Forever.”

“Forever,” Eddie touched your face this time, his heart beating rapidly but for the first time in what seemed like ages, it wasn’t due to anxiety or nerves, “I can do forever.”

“Me too, Eddie Munson. Me too.”

[ahoy-robin]

calling eddie by his name instead of the usual 'babe' or 'baby' and he thinks hes in trouble

you wandered into yours and eddies room, staring down at the assembly instructions of the coffee table you had just bought.

"hey, eddie, i know i said i could do this myself but can you help me real quick?" you asked, not looking up from the paper.

you missed the way he tensed, quickly setting aside his guitar and making his way to you.

"uh... yeah, of course."

"great!" you headed back into the living room of your new home, eyes still scanning the words on the page. "i cant get this tightened down enough, and i dont want it to be all wobbly and uneven."

eddie nodded, uncharacteristically quiet as he mulled over the day in his head. maybe you really did want him to help and he just didnt pick up on the signals? he forgot to put gas in the van and you had to go and do it, but you brought him back a snack from inside, surely you werent mad at him about that? shit, what was the date?

"you okay, love?" you laughed softly, waving your hand in front of his face to snap him back to reality.

"did i... did i do something wrong?" he asked, and the hurt puppy dog look on his face made your heart melt.

"what? no, baby, what makes you say that?" you set the paper down, handing him the little hex key that came with the table. "this one right here."

he didnt look at you, a little embarrassed at being so anxious over such a small thing, instead focusing on tightening the little screw keeping the leg in place.

"you called me eddie."

"...isnt that your name?" you laughed softly, not quite understanding.

"well yeah, but you never call me eddie." he set the key down after tightening it, taking the other screw you handed to him and placing it in the hole, tightening it with his fingers as much as he could before going back to the key.

you thought for a moment, trying to recall the last time you called him by his actual name.

"huh. i guess i dont." you laughed, grabbing his hand to get his attention. "did you think i was mad at you?"

"yes!" he sounded exasperated and you laughed more. "i thought i forgot our anniversary or something, fuck. i was freaking out!"

you snorted through your laughter causing eddie to grin.

"no! jesus, im sorry baby. im not mad, i promise."

he laughed in relief, shaking his head before leaning over the little coffee table to kiss your head.

"im glad. had me scared for a minute."

[ahoy-robin]

Aquarium Date

Robin Buckley x fem!reader

2.06k words

Robin and reader visit an aquarium for a cute date. However, there's a catch.

a/n: ok so I include a shark tunnel in this but the first tunnel aquarium opened in ‘85 in australia so lets just pretend a random aquarium in indiana would also have one around this time. also this is so cheesy that it hurts me.

“Isn’t it like 10:30? Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” Robin asks when she picks up the phone. How she knew you were calling was beyond you.

“For your information, I don’t have a curfew, Robin. I’m 18” you try your best to defend yourself but you knew she was right. You were usually asleep by now and it was odd that you weren’t. However, you’re awake because you couldn’t help but think of all the free time you and Robin were going to have now that school was out for spring break. You just had to call your girlfriend and get a jump on the spring date activities.

“Yeah but by now you’ve usually been asleep for an hour or two, right?”

“Well, I can hang up if you want. I was gonna ask if you wanted to go on a date tomorrow. But I guess you’re right, I better head off to sleep” you concede in your mini argument.

“A date? No, yeah, of course I wanna go on a date. You can stay up as long as you if you’re asking me on a date. Did you have something in mind?” Robin interrupted you, tripping over her words speaking so quickly.

“So there’s this aquarium that opened maybe a month or two ago and it’s like an hour-ish drive away and I’ve been really wanted to go. Would you care to join me?”

“Looking at a bunch of fish all day? Yeah, could be fun. I’d love to join you.”

“Great. I’ll be at your place 10. And you’re right, I should head to sleep. So goodnight, my love, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Sweet dreams!”

Maybe making plans as exciting as these wasn’t a good idea right before bed because now you really can’t sleep. You feel like a kid the night before their birthday. Tossing and turning in bed thinking of all the fun things you and Robin can do and see tomorrow.

Running purely on adrenaline, you wake up an hour before your alarm. You had plenty of time before you had to meet Robin so you head to a local bakery to pick up breakfast.

When picking up Robin, you love to greet her at the door so hearing a knock 30 minutes before your expected arrival time wasn’t a surprise for her.

“What did the ocean say to the shore?” you pose the question as Robin opens her front door.

“You brought breakfast?” Robin eyes the bags and juice bottles you have in your arms.

“No, silly. The ocean didn’t say anything, it just waved.” You stood at Robins front door smiling at yourself for the cheesy joke being on theme for the day. Robin watched you with a slight smile, eyebrows furrowed, appearing confused.

“D-Do you get the joke? Because like waves in the water, the ocean and then like waving? like waving ‘hi’? You get it. I think you get it and you just don’t want to admit that it’s funny” you try to wear Robin down with your explanation.

“No, no I get it. But is it really that funny?”

“Well, if you don’t think it’s funny maybe you won’t think the donuts I brought are all that funny either.” you lower the bag of donuts and hide it behind your back.

“No no wait, okay Y/N you are the funniest girlfriend anyone could’ve asked for. Now can we enjoy the delicious breakfast that you brought? Thank you also by the way, my beautiful girlfriend.” Robin tries to appease you with flattery. You lean into the doorway and press a kiss to your girlfriends lips with a smile.

“Of course, my love”

You venture off from Robin’s house only slightly later than you had wanted but it won’t impact your day.

“Hey Robin?” you lower the radio with a wry smile.

“Do you know why it takes pirates so long to learn the alphabet?”

Robin rolls her eyes with smile and plays along.

“Why?”

“Because they spend years at C!”

She shakes her head at your joke.

“I think you and Henderson would get along well”

“Why? Because we’re both awesome and funny?”

“Totally” she nods, agreeing sarcastically. “So is gonna be like an all day thing? ‘Cause you’re not gonna get me to laugh.”

“Oh yeah? You wanna bet, Buckley?”

“Ya know what? I’ll take you up on that offer. We both make these stupid jokes all day until someone breaks. Whoever breaks first has to buy ice cream later, deal?”

“You’re on.” You wink and start thinking up more jokes to get her to crack.

You knew this wasn’t going to be easy. Robin has a killer sense of humor and she also has better self control.

When you get to the aquarium, you can’t decide where to go first. You’re standing in the middle of the entrance area in awe of the signs, artwork, and colorful lights around you.

“Babe, they have something called a shark tunnel! I don’t even know what that is? Do you know what that is? I mean I like sharks but are they in the tunnel or are we in the tunnel?” Robin’s rushes over to you excitedly with a map in her hand pointing at different places.

“Oh god I have no idea what that is either and part of me is kinda scared to know.” You lock your pinky with hers as she rushes to the exhibit.

You stood in the curved hallway, mouth agape with your head whipping from side to side not knowing where to watch.

“So we’re in the tunnel?” Robin slowly makes it down the passage way, almost tripping from not taking her eyes off the passing fish.

You walk up behind Robin who practically had her face pressed against the glass, “Hey Robin, what happened when the shark got famous?”

She mindlessly asks not pulling her eyes from the glass, “What happened?”

“He became a movie-starfish” you wiggle your eyebrows and point to the sea star on the rock in the tank.

Robin shakes her head with a smirk but no laugh.

“How did the hammer head do on his test?”

“How did he do, Robin?”

“He nailed it.”

You roll you eyes and continue walking.

You continue to do this through the aquarium. Making jokes that pertained to the specific exhibit you were in. You walk by a large tank full of a variety of fish. Standing in front of the glass longer than Robin, you grab her hand as she starts to walk away.

“What’s up?”

“Hey um, what does a turtle do for their birthday?”

“I don’t know, do you want me to ask ‘em?” Robin points to the turtle laying on the rock.

“No, Robin, they shell-ebrate” you deliver your joke with a wide grin almost making yourself laugh. Robin lets go of your hand and tosses her head back in fake aggravation.

“Alright, alright. What’s um, what’s a turtles favorite Shakespeare quote?”

“What, my genius girlfriend? What is it?”

Robin clears her throat and straightens her posture to come off as fancy.

“Shell I compare thee to summers day” with the delivery of her line Robin bows. You stare at her with a cocked eyebrow, slow clapping to egg on her performance.

“Bravo, but ya didn’t crack me”

She huffs and walks off with you running behind to catch up.

“You’re too good at these, Buckley” you link your arm with Robins when you catch up.

“C’mon, bug, yours are funny too. You almost got me a couple of times”

“Really? Because I definitely think yours have been a lot better, more thought out.”

“No way, you’re the funniest person I know. I love your cheesiness” she pokes your cheek.

You lean your head on Robin’s shoulder when you enter the dark jellyfish exhibit.

“I love jellyfish” you whisper as you run to the large circular window in the wall.

Robin leans on her side against the wall watching the purple light from the tank dance on your face.

“Do you think jellyfish are sad there no peanut butter fish?”

A single laugh escapes you, barely even a laugh more like a forced exhale through your nose. The second you realize you slap your hand over your mouth and eyes grow wide. Robin throws her head back in a loud cackling laugh that disturbs the other guests.

“I’m really sorry” you mutter to the other patrons as you grab Robin’s arm and pull her out of there.

“I can’t believe that’s what broke me!”

“I know!” Robin squeezes out through a laugh. 

“It was such a dumb joke too” you sigh shaking your head.

Watching her laugh brings a smile to your face and in seconds you are both standing in the middle of the aquarium dying of laughter. You both eventually catch your breath, leaning on each for support.

“To the gift shop?”

“Then ice cream? I think I remember ice cream was part of this deal, y/n?” Robin quirks an eyebrow pretend to think.

“I remember, Robs. I know the deal.”

You both explore around the gift shop, making fun of some of the weird shirts and posters.

“Hey Robin?” you sneak up behind your girlfriend with a stuffed toy “I whale always love you”. You bop her on the nose with the whale before setting it down.

“Genius, comedic genius right here”

“Oh shut up, Buckley. You love it” you squeeze her hand.

You head out to the cafe to get ice cream for you and girlfriend. Robin sticks in the gift shop a little longer and buys the toy you were messing with earlier as a surprise.

You see her approaching your table with a bag.

“I got you your favorite. And mint chocolate chip for myself which you are totally free to steal some once you realize your ‘favorite flavor’ is actually gross”

“Wow. And same thing to you, of course. I know it’s hard to get over a bad habit, but once you realize that that flavor is gross, I will be here to welcome you with open arms” Robin takes the seat across from you.

You roll your eyes at her ice cream comments, and continue to enjoy your selection.

“Whatcha got there?”

“Oh just a surprise for you” Robin throws out casually and hands you the bag.

“For me?” you gasp and over-dramatically lay your hand on your chest.

You look inside the bag with another gasp.

“Whale, whale, whale, what do we have here?” you pull out the whale she purchased and hug it to your chest.

“Just a little something for my fin-tastic girlfriend”

“We’re not gonna stop with these are we?” you shake your head at the realization.

“God, I really hope we do” Robin sighs in defeat.

You finish up your ice cream and head back to your car.

“Thank you for today” Robin places her hand on your leg while you drive.

“I had a lot of fun” you nod in agreement.

Inevitably the car ride home is filled with dumb, terrible jokes. Some of them don’t even land and that makes them even funnier. Robin was quick with it, and her jokes were clever too.

“You are like weirdly good at marine themed jokes and puns, Robin.”

“It’s a curse, really”

You make it back to Robins house luckily before it got too dark. Longing to spend more time with her, and just being a polite girlfriend, you walk Robin to the door.

You throw your arms around Robins neck, “Thank you joining me today.”

“Thanks for calling me up way past your bedtime to invite me.” Robin leans her forehead against yours.

She leans in slowly to kiss you. After a few seconds, you pull away smiling but keep your foreheads together.

“It’s really shellfish of you to pull back so soon”

“Robin!” you burst out laughing and moved away from her hold on you.

“That was the last one! I promise, I promise” Robins holds her arms out to pull you back in.

“Really promise?”

“Yes, bug, I promise” she pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead.

“Ok, but I can’t promise that I won’t call you again late at night with more plans”

“Please do, I will welcome all your late night calls, my love”

You pulled back from the hug defying all the urges inside of you longing for you to stay in her arms.

“Goodnight, Robby” you call walking down the driveway.

“Sweet dreams!”

[ahoy-robin]

this is going to make my brain short circuit

making out with robin in your car whilst the rain hits the window and fleetwood mac plays on the radio, and she’s grinning against your lips, low-key mumbling the lyrics to everywhere as it plays because she just can’t help herself.

robins favourite band is fleetwood mac because so is mine and i say so (and she obvs has a crush on stevie nicks because duh).

[ahoy-robin]

what nickname do y’all think robin would call her S.O.? i hate using ‘y/n’ in my writing and i don’t feel like she’d use something too cutesy like “darling” everyday. i keep using “bug” or “bubs” but im still iffy with that.

[ahoy-robin]

Do you have any headcanons for autistic Robin?

Yes I do! So fun fact about me first, I’m also autistic, and got my professional diagnosis 4 days before vol 1 came out!! So I was super duper excited to see Robins autistic traits since she was already a favorite of mine (And now ronance is a special interest and hyper fixation so these are implied ronance )

-Part of the reason she loves learning new languages, besides them being a special interest for her, is that she gets to vocal stim on words by repeating them or stretching out certain bits and if anyone questions she can just play it off as practice

-When Robin masks she is much more sarcastic which is why we see her relationship change with Steve in s3 to s4 because they grow much closer and Robin feels safer to be her true self

-Nancy at first didn’t understand why Robin was so uncomfortable in her clothes, but later on she starts to see Robin react to different textures and realizes that Robin is just more sensitive to them and never again forces Robin to wear anything she isn’t comfortable in

-Robin has a big fear of driving since it can easily become overwhelming and doesn’t trust her coordination but Steve and Nancy both understand and are happy to give her rides

-She takes Nancy with her late at night to go sit on the swings at the park, because she loves no one really being out, no one to judge her, Nancy being her favorite person to be around, and they talk about whatever for however long, while also getting that sensory input from the moving swings. She does similar with Steve but instead his pool, she doesn’t ever want to force Nancy to go in the pool so swings are better.

-Robin is a big pasta and overall carb lover. Nancy knows this too. Whenever they go out to eat Robin always orders the same thing, and whenever Robin hasn’t eaten or is sick Nancy knows just what to make for her :)

-Robin isn’t a big fan of meat, she’ll eat it, but she’s picky about what type of meat and she never has much desire to eat it

-Robin likes to organize the movies at Family video, Steve never complains because it’s less work for him to do, and for some reason he can’t figure out, Robin loves doing it

-Steve and Nancy are the ultimate Robin protectors. They love Robin whole heartedly and won’t allow anyone to make Robin feel like she’s worth any less than she is to them

-Robin is normally very touchy and she’s very picky about who she will be touchy with. However when she’s comfortable with someone’s touch she enjoys cuddles and hugs because of the pressure stimulation

-Robin always doodles on stuff whenever she’s trying to be quite or needs some sort of stim to channel her energy into (Nancy let’s robin doodle on her, Steve doesn’t trust Robin not to draw something immature)

-Robin bites and picks at her nails as a stim but it sometimes becomes harmful so whenever Nancy notices Robin doing so she holds her hand to stop her, and rubs her thumb on Robin’s hand for a little before stopping so Robin can do it instead, since Nancy noticed that repetitive movements bring her at ease

-Crazy good memory when it comes to facts or random little details, but not so great when it comes down to a task she’s supposed to remember, like getting something out of the toaster or a direction someone gave her earlier

I’m gonna have to stop myself here otherwise I’ll be going on and on, who knows maybe someone will want more and I’ll make a second post :)

[ahoy-robin]

20 followers? ❤️❤️

i know it’s small but oh manz thank y’all so much

thank you for entertaining this new hobby of mine!!

[ahoy-robin]

masterlist

currently writing for: mostly Robin Buckley, thinking about branching out if I get ideas 

also in my mind these are all in the same universe except for the headcannon

robin buckley

Robin Buckley x theater kid!reader HC

Just a Cold

Reader comes down with a cold but everything is better when the best girlfriend anyone could ask for, Robin, shows up.

Bake Sale

Reader and Robin are assigned to make cupcakes for a band bake sale.

First Date

Today is the day of your first date with long time crush, Robin Buckley. Let’s hope nothing goes wrong. 

Field Trip

Robin and reader take part in a school field trip and have an adventure of their own. 

Aquarium Date

Robin and reader visit an aquarium for a cute date. However, there's a catch.

[ahoy-robin]

Field Trip

Robin Buckley X fem!reader

Robin and reader take part in a school field trip and have an adventure of their own. 

wc: 2.6k

a/n: Maybe a little scandalous? Not really smut but its just kissing, technically implied smut. Also I definitely imply that Eddie is gay.

At Hawkins high school every senior class had to partake in the traditional of an annual school field trip. This year, the school was taking the grade to a science museum in the next town over. The science teacher had been droning on for what felt like hours about the details of the upcoming trip.

“Alright kids, for the field trip on Friday, I need everyone to pick a buddy so nobody gets lost.” the teachers attempts to shout over the blaring bell. 

From across the room, you lock eyes with your girlfriend, Robin, and you can tell that she is thinking the same thing as you. Beating the other students to the desk, you inform the teacher that you and Robin will partners. Robin’s locker is right outside the door, making it easy for you to find her when you exit the classroom.

“So, science buddy, are you ready for the most exciting scientific adventure of our lives?” you ask leaning against the lockers next to Robin. 

“I’m probably the most excited” she retorts without missing a beat and continues to exchange the books from her locker. Since biology was the last class of the day for you both, Robin and you head to your car. Due to her lack of a drivers license, you have gladly taken on the responsibility of driving your wonderful girlfriend to and from school.

The following Friday rolls around and it’s the dreaded day of what you assumed would be a boring field trip. On a positive note you would be skipping the rest of your other classes and getting to spend the whole day with your girlfriend. The same girlfriend who is starting to run late and making you contemplate honking the horn for a second time. Moments before you're about to, she hastily scrambles out her front door and gets settled in the front seat. 

“Well good morning to you too, beautiful” you greet, leaning on the arm wrest waiting for a kiss. 

“We gotta get going, we don't want to be late for our super educational and important scientific venture.”

“I’m aware of that Buckley, but you know what I want first” you wink.

She rolls her eyes but smiles as she grants you quick peck on the lips and then forehead.

“Are we good now?” 

“Very” 

As you pull up to the school, you spot your fellow classmates and teacher huddled outside the bus. You run to the rest of the group and make an attempt to blend in. 

“I told you we’d be late”

“We aren’t late, Robin”

“Buckley, Y/L/N, you’re late” your heads snap at the sound of the teachers voice. She was calling attendance when you both scuttled up to the rest of the group. 

“Sorry!” you and Robin shout back trying hard not to laugh at yourselves.

The mob of students files onto the bus and prepares for the almost two hour long road trip. Right before the doors close your friend, Eddie Munson, just manages to squeeze through them. He smiles wide and bows to the rest of the bus. You knew he wasn’t a big hit with the majority class. His popularity level was made quite evident with the chorus of groans and various comments calling him a “freak” that came from the back. 

“Pleasure to be with you all on this fine day” he abruptly clapped his hands to together, purposely waking those who had already managed to fall asleep. 

Eddie takes the seat across from you and Robin, leaning against the wall with his leg perched on the bench. 

“Ladies”, he greets you both with a nod. 

“Munson, you do know this is a school function, right?” You laugh at his theatrics.

Robin smirks at Eddie, anticipating a sarcastic quip. 

“Huh? It is really? Coulda’ sworn it was a meet up for my fan club” he fakes a puzzled look with his hand on his chin. 

Before the bus even made it out of the parking lot, Robin had quickly dozed off on your shoulder. Hearing her soft snores and feeling the weight of her on your side brought you comfort. The rest of the ride goes by quickly with the help of your conversation with Eddie.

“Hey Robs, we’re almost there.” You brush your knuckle lightly against the side of her face.

She turns her face into your shoulder and groans, “No, I think we have some time. Just leave me on the bus to sleep.” 

Giggling at her groggy mumbling, you proceed to more annoying tactics and poke her cheek, “Come on, Robby. Don’t you want to walk around all the exhibits with me? Pretend we’re learning things?” 

She grabs your hand and lowers it to her lap. 

“Fine, but only because I like you so much” she kisses your shoulder and straightens up in the seat. 

The class shuffles out of the bus, creating a large mass of uninterested teens. The teacher tells everyone to stay with the tour group and what time they’d be stopping for lunch. You all mosey through the bugs and health sections barely listening to your tour guide while messing around with the exhibits. 

“Hey Robin” you stage whisper to your girlfriend. 

“Hey Y/N” 

“What if I told you I had an excellent idea that could potentially get us in trouble, but only if we got caught?” your whisper gets quieter. 

“I’m down. What is it?” 

Robin always loved to entertain your schemes. She knew you couldn't possibly try anything that would get you in real trouble. That’s where she came in to help you be a little more adventurous.

“So I saw the planetarium entrance a little while back and the next show is in like 5 minutes. What do you say to sneaking away with me?” 

“Wow, look at my girlfriend being all rebellious. Of course, I want to sneak away with you.” 

You grab her hand and find Eddie. He had grouped up with his Hellfire friends and they were totally not laughing at the anatomical displays.

“Hi my best and most favorite friend, Eddie” you make your voice higher in singsong way in an attempt to come off as sweeter to get on his good side. Not that you were on his bad side, but you could never tell with him.

He turns to you with his hands on his hips,“What was that? What is that tone? That was weird, don’t do that again.”  

“Munson, we need your help.” Robin interjects.

“Yeah, we kinda want to sneak away and we need you to cover for us.”

“Ohh are you ladies trying to-” Eddie points between you and Robin. He throws his hand over his mouth with a gasp to act shocked. 

“On a field trip? Surrounded by our innocent teachers and beloved classmates?Not to mention the other museum patrons?” He truly has a knack for making things so dramatic.

“Gross, dingus! C’mon.” Robin slaps the back of her hand against Eddie’s arm. 

You know what he was getting at, making your eyes grew wide. That’s definitely not what you had in mind in the first place, but now that he brought it up, you couldn’t deny that that thought didn’t sit in your head for the rest of the day. 

“Eddie! Tha-that’s not- that’s not what we’re doing. Just tell the teachers we went to the bathroom or something if they ask” 

Eddie holds up his hand in an ‘okay’ symbol and turns back to his friends. Robin could tell how flustered you got at Eddie’s suggestion. She wasn't embarrassed per se, more like annoyed at Eddie’s lack of discretion. Robin giggles as you grip her hand, look back and forth for lingering teachers and sneak off. 

You slip into the group of tourists funneling into the planetarium and snag a seat in the back row hidden from the crowds that chose seats in the middle. As the lights dim, the ceiling is filled with projected images of the Hawkins night sky. You relax into the reclined seats, your eye dancing across the images the ceiling.

“Wow” you whisper. “This is like insanely beautiful”

Robin, who wasn't looking up, traces her eyes over your profile.   

“Yeah, it is” she smiles. 

You glance over and lock eyes with Robin. She smiles and you can feel warmth rush to your cheeks. You shift your body closer to the left so you can lean your head against your girlfriends. Robin, being the keen intellect that she is, can't sit still with all the facts and anecdotes she is dying to tell you about the stars. 

“Do you see that five star almost ‘W’ shaped constellation?” using your hand she points and traces the constellation. 

“Yeah, I think so”

“That’s the constellation Cassiopeia. She was a queen in Greek mythology” she moves your had to point to another constellation “and that is the husband over there.” 

Robin continues to do this throughout the show. Pointing to other stars or planets and adding more information than the presenter was giving. She stops mid speech about Venus when she catches you watching her instead of the sky.  She mutters a small “Sorry” and returns to watching the ceiling. 

Shaking your head with a chuckle you look back to the stars and whisper to Robin, “Don't apologize for your brain. You're so smart. When you start rambling off all this knowledge it just makes me love you more.”

It takes a second for your to realize what you said. Your face feels like it’s burning now. This was the first time either of you had confessed a feeling of ‘love’.  You watch Robin out of the corner of your eye but can't find any indication of a reaction. Robin’s grip on your hand tightens and that's the only signal you catch that she actually heard what you said. Robin can see you out of the corner of her eye while her face is still pointed up at the stars. Coincidentally, you both let your gazes fall on each, finally locking eyes after your confession. You could look at millions of galaxies and millions of stars but her face will always be the most beautiful phenomenon.  

“I love you too. Like a lot” Robin whispers at the lowest level she could where you could still hear her.

You bite your lip to contain the emotion that threatens to burst out of you at that exact moment. You turn your face back to the ceiling and watch the rest of the show with Robin’s head leaning on your shoulder. 

“I really want to kiss you right now” she whispers in your ear. The heat from her breath isn't the only thing sending shivers down your back. You run your thumb over her hand and keep watching the show.

When the planetarium show ends you both beeline for the exit to beat the crowd.

“The group is probably at lunch now, we're gonna have to sneak into the cafeteria” you try to find the nearest map to figure out the most likely location of your class.

“What if we didn’t get back to them immediately? Took some time for ourselves?” Robin trails on raising a suggestive eyebrow. 

She grabs your hand and starts pulling in the direction of the bathroom. 

“Robs?” you question her actions. “Where ya going with this?” 

“Shh don’t worry” she raises her finger up to her lips. 

You enter the bathroom and she leaves you standing by the door. Robin runs across the stalls checking to see if anyone is using them. Luckily, you are alone in the museum bathroom. Swiftly she pushes you against the door with her body and locks it.

“I just really needed to do this” she rushes out before slamming her lips to yours. You place your hand on her cheek and her waist. Robin’s hands were on your cheeks, roaming to your hair and down your neck.

“I” “Love” “You” Robin places kisses all over your face in between words.  

“Robs!” you giggle through her attack. 

“Robs we-” 

She interrupts you with a kiss. 

“Buckley! We really need to go. I love this and I love you but-“ 

“You love me.” Robin repeats to confirm your statement with a wide grin on her face.

Robin lets go of you and steps to the mirror to fix her appearance. You do the same, fixing your hair and lipgloss. Watching yourselves in the mirror, Robin places a kiss to your check before heading to the door. 

You were right about the class being in the cafeteria. Apparently the rest of the museum also decided to have lunch at the same time making the cafeteria extremely busy. You slide into the table next to Eddie and his little club friends. 

“Ah, so glad you ladies cared enough to join us. How was your little” he wiggles his fingers in your direction, “adventure?” 

“Geez, Eddie” Robin rolls her eyes and flicks his hand away, “it was just totally, disgustingly scandalous. Is that what you wanted to hear?” 

“Robin!” you nudge her leg under the table. “Don’t tell him that, I don’t want him...thinking” 

Eddie throws his head back in a laugh. 

“Oh Y/N, please. I just like that it bothers you so much. This?” He gestures between the two of you, “I get nothing from this”. 

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow at Eddie. 

His statement catches the attention of Robin too. 

“I’m, uh, not that different from you” he lowers his voice and winks. 

You smile at his confession. You knew you always liked him. Your conversations flow easily before they are abruptly interrupted by the teacher announcing that it’s time to head back to the school. The grade makes their way back to the bus. 

As you get to your seats, your head falls on Robin’s shoulder this time.

“Gonna take a nap, my love?” 

“Mmm, of course” you nudge your head into her shoulder. 

“Might take one too” you hear Robin mumble as you feel the weight of her head on yours. 

What only feels like minutes later, you are woken up by someone, you assume and hope it’s Robin, squishing your cheeks.

“Must you do this?” 

“I think it’s required of me to do it actually” Robin laughs as you grab her hand to make her stop. 

Sitting up and looking out the window, you can see the high school in the distance. 

As the bus pulls into the parking lot, Robin pops up and drags you both off the bus. She beats you to your car before you even have the chance to unlock it.

“Someone seems excited?”

She laughs and hurries into the front seat. As you click your seatbelt into place, you feel Robin place a kiss on your cheek. 

“Robin! We are still at school!” 

“School ended like an hour ago? No one is here” She points outside. 

She was right about school ending but the parking lot was filled with the other seniors. 

You drive back to your place because you know you’d be alone. 

“Your house?” Robin asks confused. 

“My house?” You raises your eyebrows in suggestion.

“I don’t know maybe I was just thinking?” you bite your lip trying to get the message across to Robin. 

“Or not? Maybe we could just watch some movies, have like a sleepover maybe? It’s not a school night, so I thought maybe your parents would probably appro-“ 

Robin laughs at your ramble and caresses your cheek.

“You’re cute when you ramble”

You sigh in relief. 

“Oh man, I thought you were mad at me. I thought I was over stepping” 

“Y/N, I know you, I always know exactly what you mean” 

She pulls you into a kiss, holding your face in hands. 

“I love you so much” you smile against her lips. 

[ahoy-robin]

stop this is soo cute!! are you kidding??❤️

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A/N: yes! The series is finally back. I had lots of requests for the follow up so I thought… FUCK IT WHY NOT.

Summary: After finally asking you out, the day of your first date finally arrives, and let’s just say things don’t go according to plan.

Category: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

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It was all completely removed from what Eddie was used to. His eyes were trained to his face in the car mirror, his fingers fiddling with the dark curled tendrils of hair that he'd attempted to brush just moments prior. God, he was nervous. When he performed on stage he wasn't nervous, when he jumped on tables in the middle of the cafeteria he wasn't nervous and even when he'd do drug deals to some of the less than kind residents of Hawkins guess what, he wasn't nervous. However right now, Jesus H Christ his palms were sweating like his portly maths teacher in the height of summer.

Everything was reliant on this date going well. If he didn't impress you tonight, well that was it. You could so easily decide there was nothing there between you. Sure he'd made that huge statement, played freaking grease in the middle of family video just to get you to say yes, but that didn't mean you couldn't crush his heart, it was resting in the palm of your hand after all.

Another ring-clad hand raked through his hair as he used to other to slap the side of his cheek.

"Cmon Munson... get a fucking grip dude..."

Eddies eyes fell to the time on his wrist.

18:58

He'd told you to arrive at Enzo's Italian at seven o clock that same day. Sit-down meals weren't really eddies style, he was more of a six-pack of beer and a nice view kinda guy. However, after chatting to Robin and primarily Steve, he had suggested Enzo's was the perfect date spot. Eddie even rented a few rom-coms just to see what girls usually wanted, and low and behold, most of them were in fancy restaurants.

So that brought him to right now. Hair freshly washed and brushed, instead of a moth-bitten band-t he wore a flannel button-down and some not-so-ripped jeans. He looked... well he looked the same just less chaotic than normal, one could say slightly more well groomed.

Exiting the van that he had parked up the street, Eddie gripped the bouquet of roses like if he let them go they'd sprout wings and fly away. He whispered pick me ups with his eyes trained to his feet, he was yet to notice the odd stares from other people. Evil satanic cult leader Eddie Munson gripping... oh not a goat's skull, a bouquet of flowers.

Enzo's was finally in sight, and Eddie took one final breath before his eyes caught onto a lone figure standing outside the entrance. You were a vision. Truly the most breathtaking sight. Sure, Eddie thought you always looked gorgeous, you could have turned up in a bin bag and he would have thought you were the most beautiful girl in all of Hawkins, screw that the world. But shit, your hair was done just perfectly, and that dress hugged everything he could have wished to see. Perfection. As he got closer the view got even better, and your eyes finally met.

"Hello Eddie..."

Your soft voice called out and he felt the heat go straight to his face as you planted a gentle peck on his cheek. How the fuck was he going to get through tonight if he couldn't even go five seconds without wanting to faint. He was acting like a middle schooler in love. Get a fucking grip dude.

"Hello m'lady... might I say you look ravishing on this cool summer's eve..."

He could practically see the bashfulness sprout through your entire being. That was more like it Munson.

"Thank you very much... so uh should we go in?"

With a quick nod, and an awkward exchange of the flowers, Eddie was quick to open the door for you. That was another tip Harrington had sprouted in his interrogation.

"Dude, trust me open the door for her, pull out her chair... chicks dig that shit..."

"What basic manners?"

"SHUT UP ROBIN"

The inside of Enzo's was fairly quiet. Just the light strummings of what sounded almost like elevator music and a few people's chattering filled the atmosphere. Eddie pulled out like your chair just like he'd remembered, and your stifled laugh made him sprout one of his own.

Once seated you couldn't help but notice something off with your beloved metalhead. Your? Could you call him yours? You wanted to, lord you wanted to, but he wasn't, not yet anyway. It's not that he seemed different, his hair did, had he brushed it? Your heart warmed at the thought of him brushing his hair for you. No, he just seemed strange, out of his element.

You would be lying if you weren't shocked when Eddie had come up to you the Monday after his declaration of fondness and said...

Princess... me... you... Enzo's at seven pm on Friday...

Enzo's just didn't seem very... him. You were expecting a rented movie in his trailer, not a full-blown dinner in one of the only formal restaurants in Hawkins. A tiny bit of guilt welled in your belly, you didn't want him to compromise what made him, well, him just to impress you. Before you could dwell on it, the waiter had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

He was a tanned Italian with the name badge Fabio. His teeth were so white you wanted to squint just at the sight.

"Good evening... may I take your drinks order?"

Thankfully for you, Eddie spoke first. You were always far too indecisive.

"I'll just have a cola thanks..." Fabio nodded scribbling on his flip-up notepad before turning to you "And for the pretty lady..."

You could practically feel how tightly Eddie clenched his fist.

"Oh uh... just the same thanks..."

And in a flash Fabio was gone, leaving the two of you to stew in your own thoughts. Why was this so... awkward? One of the things you credited Eddie with was his ability to make conversation. It could be about the most random of subjects, and he'd find a way to pull you out of peril. Right now, he just looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"It smells lovely..."

Your voice cut the tension, but it didn't diminish it. Eddie merely nodded before stuffing a breadstick in his mouth like a toddler. His eyes must have spotted the wash of disappointment that had washed over your face because he was quick to speak or at least attempt to. The poor guy had clearly forgotten he had a mouthful of bread. Once he'd swallowed it and your nervous laughter had subsided, Eddie spoke again.

"Sorry... yeah... yeah it does... smells amazing... bit like you really..."

"I smell like pasta?"

"NO... no you smell... you smell lovely..."

"Eddie I'm only teasing...”

Eddie knew you were joking. But he couldn’t help but feel like a failure, and you’d both been here for twenty minutes. It had taken him twenty minutes to choke on a breadstick, get jealous of the stupidly attractive Italian stallion and compare your scent to that of linguine. Great going.

Truthfully Eddie felt wrong. All of it felt wrong. The only thing that didn’t was his dream girl sat in front of him. He wasn’t one to sit in a fancy restaurant and pretend to have any idea why you needed more than one spoon. He’d never felt like more of a freak, and honestly, it scared the shit out of him.

Only now was he realising that it had been nearly five whole minutes with no speaking. Eddie wasn’t stupid, he could see the longing in your eyes, the want of any kind of communication, but he just couldn’t bring himself to talk. What if now you realised he wasn’t the leading guy in your rom-com? He was just some drug dealer on a date with a girl way out of his league.

“Eddie are you okay?”

His eyes raised to your own and he swallowed almost comically. Before he could answer however, Fabio the stud was back with your drinks.

“Here we go two cokes… one for you sir… and one for the beautiful lady in the stunning dress-“

“Okay, will you just fuck off Fabio…”

Your eyes were wide as saucers and it felt as though the entire restaurant fell silent. Eddie had royally fucked up. This was the final nail in the coffin that was your and Eddie's relationship. He could only watch as you grabbed your bag and got your feet apologising profusely to the waiter who looked almost ready to cry. God, he was such a dick.

Eddie expected you to storm off, never see him again, glare at him in the halls leaving him to ponder on what could have been. But instead, you grabbed his wrist and dragged him through the restaurant. Your brows were in a permanent furrow, and a couple of petals were shedding from the roses just from the sheer speed at which you were walking.

The air was colder than before, not because of the lowering sun, but because of the scenes that had just taken place. Once up the street, away from hungry eyes gunning to see some form of drama, you finally turned to him, eyes brimming with hot tears. He’d never felt worse.

“Look, is it me?”

“What?” Now he was very confused.

“Have you realised you don’t like me or something? Because I’d rather you just tell me now instead of dragging out this bizarre date… I mean is it the dress? My hair? I just… I thought you liked me… and god I sound so pathetic-“

Oh god, this is exactly what he was trying to avoid.

“I do like you… god, y/n I like you so much that it hurts… I… I’m just not good at…” he pointed between the two of you “this…”

“This? What’s this exactly?”

“Dates! Being a… being the typical guy. Yunno the types of guys in movies… all suave and rich… I… god I eat packet ramen every day… I don’t know how to be this great boyfriend… and you deserve that… you deserve everything…”

The silence now was painful, but somehow Eddie felt lighter, like the thoughts that had been banging around his brain were finally being verbalised. Maybe not the most eloquently, but it was out there now.

“Jesus Eddie you are an idiot…” His heart sunk at that “I don’t want fancy dinners or a guy from a rom-com… they’re not real! They’re not you…”

His big brown doe eyes stared into your own, and his shy smile grew. He wanted to hide behind his hair. This sort of sincerity was so rare, the blatant declaration of affection. Unbridled ardour. Eddie didn’t know how to take it. You just wanted… him?

In a second Eddie enclosed you in his arms, squeezing you so tight he was worried you’d fade away.

“God princess… I’m… shit I’m sorry…”

“Just shut up… I like you okay… a lot… more than I’ve ever liked anybody… and I’d take eating instant ramen in your trailer than eating twenty-dollar pasta any day…”

Eddie pulled away and pushed the hair from your face, patting your head ever so gently “Shit princess… you know… my uncles out… and I do have two packs of ramen with our names on them…”

Sure, your night hadn’t exactly gone to plan. But the thought of cosying up with this loveable dork was enough to turn that frown upside down.

“Lead the way, Romeo…”

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[ahoy-robin]

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა * modern!robin buckley hcs

the robin buckley brainrot finally caught up to me so here u go <3 

robin is the ‘wears wacky earrings’ lesbian including, but not limited to: plastic babies, guillotines, various different types of food (orange slices, lemon slices, cherries, cucumber slices), uno cards, goldfish in bags of water, etc

surprisingly very crafty!! was a rainbow loom kid who made bracelets during lunch. probably had a duct tape wallet business too

now has an etsy shop where she sells beaded necklaces she’s made.

her gay awakening was either alice cullen or the shower scene from pitch perfect with anna kendrick & brittany snow. she doesn’t remember which, jst her pure unbridled joy in those moments

does the orange slice smile thing

goes through random periods of time where she obsessively plays episode

unironically listens to the glee version of songs. REALLY loves their version of creep & somewhere only we know

generally a big musical fan (something she’s got in common w/ dustin). had an embarrassingly long hamilton phase and still knows all of the words to every song, much to steve’s dismay

loves regina spektor, kimya dawson, st. vincent, florence + the machine

will ask to swipe through steve’s revolving door of dating apps for fun and makes fun of him for putting 6′0 on his profile despite him being 5′11

keeps her hair short because it’s annoying otherwise but contemplated getting a wolf cut for a long while

allergic to cats but pets them anyway. also lactose intolerant but eats ice cream anyways

was really into tumblr for a long time, actually had like a decent number of followers in middle school. she has the green cargo jacket & combat boots to prove it. always tried to get tumblr famous via posting aesthetic pics

rly big into kpop girl groups, especially loona & red velvet. i think robin would be big on stan culture as a whole

definite keysmasher

the type to facetime/call you if you text her bc she can’t read tone over txt 

has A  LOT of piercings on her ears. she’s contemplated getting a smiley piercing for years but she can’t bring herself to do it

a fun friday night consists of buying animal face masks at target with nancy and forcing eddie & steve to do it with them

really likes greta gerwig and sofia coppola films. lesbian jo march truther and lux lisbon apologist 

[ahoy-robin]

Omg imagine playing or fixing robins tie 😵‍💫😵‍💫 this has been stuck in my head for the past couple of days I can’t get over how cute n soft that would be

stop this is perfect

-> straightening it every half hour because somehow it’s always a mess, stealing a kiss every. single. time - she’s definitely messing it up intentionally for kisses

-> rolling it up at down absentmindedly whilst you talk, just for something to do with your hands, and it always makes her move closer until she’s holding you by the waist

-> straddling her thighs on the worn sofa in the back room of the video store, twiddling with the end of her tie, all pouty as she reluctantly admits she needs to go back to work

-> then pulling her back gently by the tie for a goodbye kiss before she goes back onto the floor to help steve

screaming this is so cute ty for sharing that concept