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{1} REPUTATION.

— Ethan Landry.

“Knew he was a killer, first time that I saw him. Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted. But if he’s a ghost, then I can be the phantom.”

pairing: gf!ethan x fem!freeman! oc

based on: Reputation by Taylor Swift.

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, grief and threats.

summary: On the first anniversary of her sister Amber’s death, Anastasia Freeman visits her grave and wishes for revenge only to be interrupted by none other than Amber’s accomplice’s younger brother Ethan who has a very interesting proposition for her.

word count: 2.1k.

a/n: Hiiii this is my first Ethan Landry ff but I’m jst obsessed with the man rn, help. Lmk what you all think and what you want to see in future parts! <33

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It had been a year since the events of Woodboro that culminated in the loss of her sister. Amber had always been her source of strength, supporting her younger sister and guiding her through the rocky terrain when it grew unsteady beneath her feet, catching her when it felt as though she was going to fall right off the edge of the jagged precipice.

Now Amber was gone and Anastasia had been left on her own, facing extreme isolation and social banishment from the other occupants who had heard what she had done. What both her and her accomplice Richie Kirsch, Sam’s supposed boyfriend, had done. The murders that they had committed.

Cautiously approaching her sister's grave on the anniversary of her death, Ana’s breath escaped her at the sight of the grafiti and desecration of the headstone. She had paid for the damned thing out of her own pocket once her parents had refused to. Shifts at the local Taco Bell had facilitated the grave along with a bench by the school that had been placed in commemoration of her.

Whilst Amber’s actions were nothing less than despicable, she was still her sister, and she still grieved her loss, mourning her deeply and truly. Not a day had gone by where she hadn’t missed the sound of her sister's voice.

“I don’t understand.” Ana spoke out-loud to the picture of the pair etched into the gravestone, tears filling her eyes at the devil horns that had been scribbled onto Amber’s face with the word ‘murderer!’ written underneath. “It’s been a year and I still don’t understand, Ambs. I don’t get why you did this all. I thought we were getting better? I thought it was all going to be okay after camp. That’s what you said, isn’t it?”

Shaking her head with pursed lips in an effort to remain kept together, the barrier holding her emotions crumbled and Ana finally let it all out and began to weep, showing vulnerability to the only person she ever felt safe in doing so with.

Even in death, Amber was somehow always still there to soothe and comfort her. “You don’t deserve this, Am,” Her fingers stroked the grafito sadly as she muttered under her breath. “You were a good person. You were..”

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but—“ The strange voice from behind her caused Anastasia to leap to her feet with a gasp of surprise, ready for yet another fight between her and someone in the community over her older sister’s murder spree. “Woah, I come in peace, I come in peace.”

The glare on the youngest Freeman siblings' face said it all in response. She didn’t trust that anybody came in peace when it pertained to her or her family anymore, there was always something seedy underlying any seemingly innocent interaction. Some ulterior motive. Questions about Amber’s mental state, about her own mental state, her family situation. It usually turned into an interview with some wannabe Gale Weathers.

“Then what do you want?” She hissed through gritted teeth, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. Anastasia hadn’t seen the boy around before which was uncommon in a well known place like Woodsboro, it was why she and her family had left the town and relocated elsewhere in the initial aftermath of the latest Ghostface attacks. Everyone knew everyone.

With his hands in his pockets, the mystery boy dressed in a questionable and suspicious hoodie took a step towards her, a sincere expression written on his face. “I just wanted to talk. Promise. I don't mean any harm.”

Anastasia’s brow raised suspiciously but reluctantly she nodded, using a hand to gesture. “Go on then. Talk.” She wrinkled her nose in an attempt to mask any evidence of the emotions that had outpoured before.

“My name’s Ethan.” He introduced himself, his eyes having never torn away from Amber’s photograph. Ethan knew all too well what Ana was experiencing as she was soon to discover. “Richie is my—was my brother.” He cleared his throat and corrected himself before his eyes finally met hers. “You’re.. Amber’s sister, right?”

The reveal of his identity had taken the brunette extremely aback and her lips parted. Her own expression mirroring Ethan’s of sincere sympathy but also understanding. If anybody could even begin to understand what Ana had been through, then surely it would be him. “I’m sorry for your loss, Ethan. I know it’s his day too.”

A half smile grew on his face at the condolences that she had offered, shaking his head. “It’s fine, we weren’t that close.” As Ana furrowed her brow at his statement, he quickly continued before it led to some questions. “Not like you and your sister. It’s fucked up that everyone else got away scot-free. They’re murderers too.”

The female's blood boiled and she clenched her fists at even the mention of them. The Meek-Martins and the Carpenters. He was right, they had brutally murdered Amber and Richie, Sam was even the daughter of the man who had started it all and yet they got away with it, swanning off to New York for a fresh start whilst Anastasia and the Kirsch’s were left to deal with the fallout of it all.

“They’re just as bad as Amber and Richie were. Worse, even.” She agreed as she sat back down by her kin’s graveside, giving Ethan the green light with a nod as he wordlessly asked to join her. “She wasn’t this evil monster everyone thinks and she definitely didn’t deserve what those bitches did to her.”

A sigh fell from Ethan’s lips as he planted himself on the ground next to Anastasia, sitting in front of the headstone and staring off to space, still listening to the girl. If she had been saying such a thing to anybody else, they would’ve thought that she was crazy, that both Amber and Richie had gotten their just desserts.

However, she wasn’t talking to just anybody. Anastasia was talking to Ethan Kirsch and as she was yet to discover, he was no more sane than his brother was. The dastardly plan of revenge that the Kirsch’s had created was at the forefront of the curly haired boy's twisted mind and he fought the urge to grin. He knew that Anastasia would be on board after barely five minutes talking to her and he was thrilled.

Selfishly, he was ecstatic about the idea of her agreeing for his own gain, not for Richie. The first thing that Ethan had noticed about the girl he had been tasked with recruiting was that she was far more beautiful than he’d been expecting. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t even dare to daydream about a girl like her looking twice at him, but if she was in on the plan, that meant that they’d be seeing alot of each other.

After that, who knows, right?

“No, she didn’t. Nobody deserves that.” Ethan paid attention to the photo on the grave now, it was evidently Anastasia with her arms wrapped tightly around the girl he knew as Amber from the news articles and online forums that he had skimmed for research.

The heartwarming bond visible between the two sisters in a single photograph only fuelled the teenagers’ hatred for his brother’s survivors. A bond that they had heartlessly and thoughtlessly ripped away from her.

“They should pay, shouldn’t they. For what they’ve done to us. To our families.” He turned to look at the girl to his right, seeing how her eyes were fixed onto a silver heart ring on her finger. She wore a matching necklace and bracelet, which was discovered upon closer scrutiny.

“Absolutely.” Anastasia grit her teeth in annoyance, glowering at the artwork that people had drawn over Amber’s face. It should’ve been Tara or Sam’s grave that was in this state not hers. How she yearned to give them their own grave to vandalise. “I’d kill to put them through even the tiniest bit that they put Amber through.”

If the teenage girl had been looking at Ethan a moment earlier, she would’ve seen the dark glint that shone in his eye at her choice of words, however, it went unnoticed. “What if you could do just that? If you could put them through hell and back? Make them suffer and maybe even finish them off for your sister.” He gave a brief nod to the stone in acknowledgement.

Ethan’s words sent a chill through Ana’s body and she looked at him in a mixture of shock and surprise. Instantly, he regretted what he had said. Had he misread the whole situation? Had he just jeopardised the whole plan? Goddamn it! He should’ve just kept his fucking mouth shut. Or Quinn should’ve been the one sent to persuade her to join, what was he thinking? As if he was capable of anyth—

“.. I’m listening.” Her voice broke the silence and simultaneously cut right through Ethan’s inner monologue, bringing his attention right back to her. “How? How exactly do I make them pay? They’re under surveillance like fucking royalty. Trust me, I’ve tried to get to them before.” She admitted, having only recently moved to New York and enrolled in Blackmore University under an alias.

And there it was. The perfect opportunity for Ethan to explain everything to her. All their advantages, their disadvantages, their strong suits, their weak spots of their plan and how they needed her help. With a quick lick of his lips and a deep breath in preparation, he spilled all to Anastasia. The plan in its entirety. How he and his sister Quinn had assimilated themselves into the Four’s inner circle, with Ethan rooming with Chad and Quinn with Sam. How his father was a Detective and could give them viable alibi’s to elude suspicion and most importantly, how Gale and Tara would be her victims and hers alone to avenge her sister.

Anastasia chewed her thumbnail momentarily before bringing it back down to her lap and twisting Amber’s ring that she had been handed by the coroner as well as her sisters accompanying jewellery with it. She thought about it for a short second, eyebrows pulled down into a frown as she weighed the pro’s and con’s mentally.

“I’m in.”

“I get that it’s a big decision to make, but just take your time, think it— wait, what?” Ethan blinked, caught off guard by her response and looking at her with somewhat wide eyes. “You said you’re in?”

A nod. “I’m in. For Amber. And Richie.” She confirmed with a decisive and quick nod. “Tara and her fucking Mystery Gang should have died last year, it’s nothing but pure luck that they’re still here. So let’s rectify the situation.”

Darkness overtook Anastasia’s eyes and Ethan couldn’t help but smirk in response to it. It was the same look that he’d seen in Quinn’s eyes whenever she looked at her roommates and “friends” if nobody was watching her. It was a cold, bloodthirsty cloud that fogged her gaze. A similar one was visible in Ethan’s own from time to time, turning their puppy-like dark brown into a sinister jet black.

“Sweet.” Ethan stood up upon hearing her agreement and extended his hand in offering to her, she quickly obliged and took his hand, rising to her feet once more with some assistance. “We should probably go now then. We’ve got a lot to figure out before school starts again.”

A strange comfort was brought to Ana as her hand latched onto Ethan’s. Though she quickly let go of the warmth once she had successfully been pulled to her feet again, placing her hands in front of her, they clasped together as they slowly exited the Woodsboro Cemetery.

“Out of curiosity, what would you have done if I’d said no?”

“Killed you and went ahead with the plan without you.” Ethan shrugged, talking low so as not to be overheard by anybody, keeping his hood up and fading into the mundane town like a ghost that people seemed to pass.

Ana snorted. “Yeah right, what were you really going to do?— oh, you weren’t joking. Fuck. Definitely glad that I said yes now.”

Pushing the handle of the concealed knife back into his waistband and fixing his hoodie to cover it, the troubled teen shared a small grin with himself. “Me too.”

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talistableau · 1 year

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A part 4 to the Eddie x mom reader

I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to this lmao but i’ve been super busy with college work and a bunch of stuff has been happening!! If anyone has any ideas of what they’d like to see in part four, you’re more than welcome to send in asks! Suggestions are really helpful <3

~~ Nyx.

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Part three! I’m so sorry for how long it’s taken but I procrastinated about it for ages and I was doing college work but it’s here! Part one has been like hidden but i’m gonna try and fix it dw, part two is still up though.

Content Warnings: I don’t think there’s any but mild language in this part as I wanted a lighter part three after part two but feel free to let me know otherwise!

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Standing in the toddler’s toys selection aisle in Toys R Us, a deep frown was embedded in Eddie’s features. What the hell does he buy as a birthday present for a four year old that he’s never even met before? His eyes scanned the shelves, hoping that something suitable would magically appear out of thin air that he could buy for Ozzy. You had reassured him countless times that he didn’t need to get him anything when he came over to the trailer, but he of course disregarded that completely.

He wanted to get something for him. He just didn’t know what yet.

Littering the shelves were an assortment of kids items, Glo-Worms, Etch-A-Sketches, Care Bears, and Boglins which he thought would be far too scary for a child. They even creeped him out and he definitely didn’t want to give your son nightmares. After a minute of pondering on it, he shoved one of everything in the cart—minus the Boglin.

He picked up a set of new-in Micro Machine’s as he continued down the aisle, adding it to the pile in the cart, along with two Gummi Bears as you had mentioned briefly that Ozzy simply had to watch the show whilst having breakfast before Kindergarten or all hell would break loose.

A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Technodrome was promptly flung into the cart as quickly as Eddie had spotted it but that was more so for him than it was for Ozzy.

Content with what he’d picked, he moved to leave and head to the check-out, the wheels on the cart squeaking obnoxiously as he did, only to spot you coming down the very same aisle, evidently shopping for a gift for Ozzy as well.

“Shit, shit,” Eddie muttered, trying to move away as fast as possible, only to lose control of the cart and crash it into the shelf, an array of toys falling and making a shed load of noise. “Oh, Jesus H Christ!!”

“Eddie?” You rounded the corner of the aisle, only to spot him hovering by the trolley, keeping it out of your sight and standing nonchalantly. This was instantly suspicious to you. Eddie was an open book—sometimes too open.

“Y/N? Hey! Fancy seeing you here!” He laughed, stretching his arms on the cart behind him to further hide the contents within it.

Raising a brow, you fold your arms over your chest and he finally notices the shirt that you’re wearing. It’s a newer version of the same Black Sabbath t-shirt that you had been wearing when he first ever saw you. Shit.

“Uh-huh, what’s in the cart, Eddie?”

Panic flashed across his features as he scrambled to think of an excuse, “Uh, just just some..stuff for Hellfire.” He seemed pleased with his own lie, his posture and expression relaxing.

You took a step forward, Eddie moving in tandem with you as you stood on your tiptoes, craning your neck to peer at what was inside, him shuffling accordingly. He knew that if you saw what was in the cart, you would instantly refuse it and say that you couldn’t possibly accept it.

“Lemme see the damm cart!” You laughed, eventually spotting something that confirmed your suspicions. “Since when does Hellfire need Gruffi and Zummi Gummi teddy bears?”

Frozen on the spot, you could see the cogs in his brain turning as he raced to throw you off of the scent that you were rapidly picking up on. “Uh,” He stuttered. His mind went totally blank at being caught out.

No clever remarks, no jokes, nothing came to mind. For once, Eddie Munson was speechless.

“I knew it! You’re getting something for Ozzy aren’t you?” You playfully pointed a finger accusingly at him. “Move.”

“No no no! It’s for my…cousin. Gene. I’m picking up presents for him, got sent here by Wayne, y’know?” He knew that it was evidently a lie. He had no cousins, nobody except for Wayne especially not anywhere near Hawkins for a start. “Yeah he’s gonna be fou-three! on Monday.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in disbelief at the blatant—terrible lie that he had told you. “Oh yeah, I remember my four-threenth birthday. It was great.” You rolled your eyes as Eddie shifted his weight anxiously.

With an exaggerated groan he moved away from the cart with his hands up in surrender, your jaw hanging open at the amount of gifts tucked inside. “Eddie. This is far too much.”

“No, no it’s not.” He shook his head, hands now holding the bar of the cart, the clang of his rings resounding as he tapped his fingers on it. “This is great, he’ll love it all! Didn’t you say that Dummy and Fuzzy were the ones he’s missing? It’ll be great, trust me, it’s not too much.”

Biting your lip to stop your eyes glossing in appreciation at the kind gesture, you smiled, lightly punching his arm before you hooked one of your own through it. “Okay fine, but that’s it. Nothing else for him, okay? Promise?”

“Pinky swear, doll-face.”

You blushed when he called you that. It had been his latest pet name for you. They usually alternated whenever he saw you, but ‘doll-face’ seemed to be the lucky one, sticking around for the long run. You didn’t understand the name to be perfectly honest, you didn’t think you were particularly doll-like. Dolls that came to mind were white, skinny and blonde with porcelain skin—you were none of those things.

Your skin was dark with an iridescent shine—thanks to the cocoa butter and Vitamin C you applied every morning. You certainly were not skinny, you were mid-sized at least, curvaceous from pregnancy but also genetics. Your hair also was very much not blonde, dark tight coiled curls littered your head, sporadic strands falling in front of your eyes from time to time.

Now freely grinning, you rolled your eyes and grabbed a hold of his cart, spinning it out of your way as you started to reshelve the toys that Eddie had caused to plummet to the ground. You turned over the box of the Boglin in your hand, jumping back and pulling a face at it.

“This is for kids?” You scoffed, placing it back on the shelf with a noise of disapproval. “If anyone showed up with one of these for my child, I would burn it.”

“Yeah, I'm with you on that one.” Eddie agreed, leaning on the cart and moving out of the way as you grabbed ahold of it and pushed it down the aisle.

You took a hastily scribbled shopping list out of your jacket pocket, it was written with one of Ozzy’s crayons and on the back of a brown paper bag that had been used for your groceries, it was the first thing that you could see as you left the house. Eddie quickly spotted the note in your hand and took it from you, eyes scanning over it and determinedly seizing the trolley back from you.

“Okay, doll-face, let’s get this party started.”

The next day you were sitting in your Biology class, glancing at the clock and eagerly awaiting the bell to ring, signifying that you could run the hell out of here. Eddie was going to pick you up and drive you back home and help you set up the decorations for Ozzy’s birthday party. Some little friends of his from Kindergarten were coming as well as their parents so you wanted everything to be perfect especially since the mothers of these kids were considerably older than you and you didn’t want to give them any excuse to look down at you.

Tapping your foot in time with the minute hand of the clock, you could practically count down all the seconds leading up to the bell going off and everyone exploding into action, frantically shoving all of their things into their bag and sprinting out of the classroom.

You had already packed your stuff away ten minutes early so whilst everyone was preoccupied with that task, you made your escape and legged it out of the classroom, zooming down corridors and dodging the incoming flux of students.

You finally reached the awaited double doors and sat outside the entrance to Hawkins High, taking out a cigarette and lighting it with the lighter Eddie had gifted you. It was black and detailed, with a delicately painted devil face, a sword on one side and a mace on the opposite side. A hand-painted rendition of the Hellfire Club logo, a D&D club that he had been talking you into joining.

When you argued that you didn’t know the first thing about Dungeons & Dragons, he had assured you that he would teach you everything. He showed up to your trailer on more than one occasion with books and books about the game, determined to get you to join the club.

Taking your first drag from it, a small voice shouted from behind you. “Hey, you can’t be doing that here, lady, I've got asthma! Sensitive lungs!”

Turning around, you took the cigarette out of your mouth with a laugh and stood up. You came face to face with not just the man you were waiting for to give you a lift home, but his friends Gareth and Jeff—who you already knew from late nights at The Hideout with Corroded Coffin— and his new younger Hellfire Club members.

“Excuse me?”

“Dustin, leave it.” The boy you knew as Mike, Nancy’s little brother nudged his friend—Dustin, you had just learned.

“No, no no,” You shook your head, holding out a hand to silence Mike. “It’s fine, Wheeler, let him talk.”

Glancing at Gareth and Jeff, you saw how uncomfortable they looked, shifting their weight on their feet and looking at Eddie every so often who stood with his arms folded, clearly wanting to see how this would go. Once Mike had picked up on this, he did too, keeping an eye on Eddie.

“Nothing else to say?” You asked Dustin, “Those sensitive lungs just..poof! Magically fixed?” You snapped your finger to emphasise, unable to contain the smugness and goading tone in your voice.

“Oh, I’ve got lots to say!” He began, “First of all, you know that piercing you got up in your nose you think is so cool? Yeah well guess what, they were used to mark se—“ He cut himself off when Eddie stepped forward and slung his arm around your shoulder, taking the cigarette out of your hand and having a drag himself.

“Used to mark what, huh?” You grinned, taking back the cigarette and inhaling one last time before you put it out, placing it back into your cigarette carrier for later. “Your kid’s boring me, Ed, we gotta get the house sorted and then to the daycare before they charge me another hour,” You patted his chest.

It was Mike’s turn to speak, “Daycare? Why do you need to go to the daycare?”

You rolled your eyes, “To pick up my son, why else would I need to go to the daycare?” You don’t miss the surprise on almost everybody's faces, Gareth, Jeff and of course Eddie being the only ones who weren’t blindsided. “You’re really nosy, Mike, you know, Nance did mention something about you being freakishly similar but I just assumed she meant looks.”

Smiling as his face dropped slightly, you waved. “Bye kids, see you later guys.”

Eddie ushered you to his van, bowing deeply and extending his arm when he opened the passenger door, saying the very same thing he said when you met at Steve’s party, “M’lady”

With a raised brow, you smirked, “Why thank you, Sir Eddie, the Banished.”

The grin now on his face was unmatched, the redness on his cheeks extremely prominent on his pale skin. He ducked his head with a small laugh and shake of his head and closed the van door, jogging to the drivers side.

That exact moment was when you realised that you were definitely falling in love with Eddie Munson. Fast and hard, at that. Eddie leaped into the van and buckled his seatbelt, pressing play on the same Metallica tape that had been playing in the van that morning as you’d drove to school.

Ozzy’s party had been a huge success. His friends had eagerly joined in on the games with no fuss, the cake that you had spent majority of the night beforehand making was quickly devoured and the mothers had been lovely to you, praising you for the decorations and effort that had gone into the party, even inviting you out for coffees and suggesting play dates. Most of all, however, Ozzy adored it.

Your son had almost fallen over as you led him into the trailer, your hands covering his eyes as he giggled excitedly and his little face lighting up when he saw all of the balloons and banners that covered your living room. Eddie had taken over the job of blowing up the balloons as you spelt out Ozzy’s name and glued them to the personalised banner.

Ripping open his gifts had certainly not been a challenge for your toddler either, the paper being torn into and quickly flung to another part of the room being followed by gasps and noises of awe from his friends who eagerly went to inspect the presents.

Ozzy sat on the sofa contently watching a tape of the Gummi Bears that your mom had sent for his birthday as you and Eddie tidied the living room. You had told Eddie that he had already done enough and didn’t need to help but he had playfully thrown a ball of wrapping paper at your head in response and continued picking pieces of it up.

Grabbing a sweeping brush, you swept the remnants of cake crumbs and tipped the pan into the bin. Ozzy suddenly sprung up from the sofa and ran to the corner of the living room, excitedly pointing.

“Mom! Mommy look!”

You frowned, unable to see what your son saw and so you left the kitchen, standing where he had been to see what it was that gained his attention, Eddie joining you with a heap of paper in his hands.

“Mommy, what’s that?”

It was a present tucked into the corner, it had been hidden behind all of the other presents and hadn’t been noticed. Ozzy quickly ran to it and sat himself down, grabbing it and itching to open it but Eddie quickly spoke up.

“Okay okay, I know that I said I wouldn’t get anything else,” He began, your gaze fell on him as you hummed, telling him to continue. “But I’d already gotten those, so just look.”

Ozzy stared wide-eyed and blinked at the pair of you, silently asking for permission to open it. “Go ahead, baby.” You smiled, also curious to see what else Eddie had bought.

At your words, the toddler eagerly opened the gift, pulling it out with a surprised look when there was not one but two t-shirts inside.

“What’s this?” Ozzy tilted his head and was now addressing Eddie, he tended to be quite reserved and quiet around new people but it seemed that this wouldn’t be the case with Eddie.

Looking at the shirt, your eyes lit up and your lips curled into a wide smile. It was two matching Black Sabbath T-shirts, identical to the one that you had been wearing earlier that day except one was considerably smaller. One was for Ozzy and the other for you so you could match.

As Eddie tried to explain what the shirt was to Ozzy, you quickly slipped into your bedroom and changed into the shirt that you had been wearing earlier that day.

Coming back out, Eddie and Ozzy were sitting and playing with the Etch-A-Sketch that he had bought him. The young boy grinning when he saw you were wearing the same shirt that he had just received and running towards you as fast as his legs could carry him, you quickly picked him up and hugged him to you, resting him on your hip.

“You have one!” He said excitedly, your eyes shifted to Eddie who still sat on the couch but now he was smiling back at you. “But what about that one?” He pointed to the shirt now open and resting on the arm of the couch. “You have one.” He repeated more sadly.

You understood what your son was saying and quickly formed an idea.

Leaning to Ozzy’s little ear, you whispered, “Do you know who doesn’t have one?” He shook his head, his thumb resting on his bottom lip as he did so. You subtly jerked your head towards Eddie who remained oblivious, your little boy, however, clicked onto what you were saying and nodded happily.

Placing Ozzy down onto his feet, you watched as he scarpered towards the t-shirt on the couch and grabbed it, thrusting it into Eddie’s face, who was very confused. “What’s up? Does it not fit?”

He looked at you and you winked, gesturing with your eyes for him to give his attention to Ozzy again.

“Mommy got one, I got one and now you got one.” Ozzy explained as he tried to shove the shirt into Eddie’s hands again.

You didn’t miss the way Eddie’s eyes very nearly glossed up as they went back to Ozzy or when they landed on the shirt and he realised what this meant, you saw it all.

“Wow, thanks, little man.” He laughed, wrinkling his nose with a small sniff and laugh. “I’ll wear it tomorrow, ‘kay?”

Ozzy didn’t think this was enough. “No! You need to put it on now, we all have to wear it!” He ran back to you with his own shirt in hand, “Mommy, I want mine on now too.”

You laughed, “Okay okay, i’ll put it on for you, Oz. You can go through to my room, Eds, then we’ll all match, yeah?” You looked down at your son who nodded in agreement with this plan and couldn’t help but beam at Eddie who disappeared off down the small corridor to get changed. You took the birthday boy t-shirt that you had put Ozzy in, off and put on his new one.

“You know, you were named after someone on this t-shirt,” You told Ozzy whose eyes grew wide yet again. “Ozzy Osbourne. He’s in Black Sabbath which is what your new shirt says. You were even born to one of their songs.”

“Woah.” His voice dragged out as he stared up at you in childlike wonder. The wonder fading to glee as Eddie came back into the living room, wearing the shirt and matching with both of you.

“We all match now!” He giggled, clapping his hands together excitedly and running full-speed to the couch.

“I think that’s our cue.” Eddie laughed when Ozzy grabbed the remote and switched the television on again, the Gummi Bears theme tune playing as you both made your way to the couch and sat with your son who had left space for you two.

Sitting with Eddie on one side of you and Ozzy on the other, you placed your arm around the toddler as Eddie placed his own around your shoulders. You looked at him and smiled warmly, mouthing an appreciative ‘thank you’ as he grinned in response with a dismissive shrug of his shoulder.

Leaning his head on your chest, Ozzy whispered softly to you with closed eyes and a tight hug.

“This is my best birthday ever.”

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talistableau · 2 years

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Update everyone! I’m still here, i just got very busy with my college work but i’m currently working on part three! I can’t believe all the love it’s gotten, thank you <3

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Part 2! I can’t believe already how many ppl are liking this, it makes me feel so giddy XD

A couple of content warnings quickly

aggressive/threatening behaviour, bruise mention, talks of racism, underage pregnancy, mature language, brief mention of injury and just reader and Eddie being too cute for words

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ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤.

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You entered the combination of your locker and twisted the knob, deja vu hitting you like a freight train as you pulled it open, taking your books out and stuffing them into your bag. You were exhausted, an eight hour shift bartending at The Hideout the night before school probably wasn’t the greatest idea but hey—you needed the money. Rent, heating and food wasn’t going to pay for itself, was it? Especially with a four year old who wanted everything within grabbing distance in the supermarket.

Although partying for a couple of hours after your shift with Eddie and the rest of his band definitely didn’t do much for your energy and stamina, or help the lack of it.

Slamming it closed, you jumped back, coming face to face with the one person you really hoped that you wouldn’t have the misfortune of seeing. And he looked pissed beyond belief. Swallowing slightly, you backed away, taking a few small steps, disliking the proximity that he had set.

It felt sinister.

“So it’s true. You’re back then.”

“What do you want, Jason?” You folded your arms, “I’m not here to cause trouble or for revenge or whatever you’ve cooked up in that deluded little mind of yours, I just want to graduate and then move on with my life. ‘kay?”

You didn’t bother with niceties, you knew why he was there, cornering you when you were alone. It seems that Jason didn’t want to either when he grabbed your arm too tightly for your comfort, you knew it would definitely bruise.

“Hey, get off!” You glared, yanking your arm back only for him to pull you much closer than you had been, your breath catching in your throat. “Get off me!”

“Is he here?” He asked, his eyes burning holes into your skull, he gripped your arm tighter when you didn’t respond.

“Is he here?” He persisted.

You scoffed at this, “Of course he’s here, I'm not just going to leave him behind, am I?” Pause. “I’m not you.” You hissed, anger flashing through his eyes.

He started laughing. “Oh real funny, Y/N, how long have you been waiting to use that one? Huh?!” With one swift motion, your back met your locker with such force that it knocked the air out of your lungs.

“Four years, Jason! I’ve-i’ve been keeping that for four fucking years!” You coughed out, a hand on your chest and one on your back for support. “It’s not my fault that your parents think you’re this perfect little son with-with your awards and your scholarships and it is not Ozzy’s fault either!”

You surprised yourself by shoving him. Hard. Surprising yourself further when you raised your hand and struck him across the face, harder than you had initially shoved him as soon as he had moved towards you.

“Stupid bitch,” He growled and placed a hand on his cheek, glancing at the minute amount of blood now on his fingertips.

“That’s it.”

He took a single step and you began to run, desperate to get to your class, to be away from him. You hadn’t realised it but little tear tracks had fallen down your cheeks, glistening from the light that pooled in the corridors from the floor length windows.

“Y/N!”

Gasping when you collided into someone’s chest, you quickly scrambled to get away from them, fearful it was one of Jason’s friends. They’d happily watch him beat the shit out of you after the lies that Jason had told them all when you left Hawkins.

“Y/N?” This voice was much softer, familiar. “You okay?” Coming to, you realised it was Eddie. Relaxing, you nodded briefly, “Fine fine just-just got lost is all, been a while since I was last here, you know, don’t wanna be la—“

“Y/N!”

Your eyes widened fearfully and you quickly shook your head, babbling so fast that you were certain Eddie probably didn’t understand a word of it.

“No, no I am not okay, Jason’s gonna kill me and-and mail my body in pieces, I'm very much not okay, please help! God, Ed, I don't wanna die, I'm so young! and-and I’ve got a lot to live for—!“ You didn’t even realise it but you had grabbed onto his arm protectively, his eyes lingering there for a moment before he cut you off.

Grabbing your hand tightly he hurriedly led you to a janitor's closet that he knew of nearby. When you went to speak, he shushed you silently with a pout, bringing his finger to his lips and closing the door with you inside. Once the door shut, he decided to stand guard, not wanting to take any chances of jeopardising your safety.

You put your hand over your mouth and waited with bated breath when you heard Jason’s voice outside.

“Hey, freak! You seen anyone run down here?”

Both you and Eddie rolled your eyes simultaneously at the unfortunate nickname that the majority of Hawkins had bestowed on the poor metalhead. “Nope,” You heard Eddie pop the p and instantly got anxious. If Jason thought that he was lying, well he definitely wouldn’t hesitate to kick both of your asses.

“Although, I did see a rat run across there so if you lost one of your buddies,” He clicked his tongue and you could just picture the one-shoulder shrug he was almost certainly doing. “It uh went that-a way.”

You couldn’t help but smile from behind your hand, even in your state of terror. He was too great for words.

“You bein’ smart with me, Munson?” You heard Jason’s threatening tone and debated on just coming out of the closet to save poor Eddie from another whooping. It seemed that he knew your exact thought process as he planted his back firmly against the door, leaning his foot up against it, just as you reached for the handle.

“No!” He dragged out the ‘o’ with mock offence, “Yeah okay, maybe I am a bit.” He snickered, you instantly closed your eyes and winced internally. He was going to get beat up and it was all your fault.

“Seriously though, man, no-one’s run past.”

At the retreating footsteps you quietly exhaled in relief, allowing your body the chance to un-tense and your heart rate to return to a normal speed.

“Carver!” You heard him shout and instantly cursed him out under your breath. What was he doing? “You coming to Hellfire tonight? Been invitin’ you and your buddies for ages and you still ain’t showed up! Starting a new campaign, you’re more than welcome to join!”

“Get fucked, freak!”

“Hey, you know where I am!” He called back, and once it was safe to do so, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. When Eddie opened the closet door and saw you doubled over on the ground with tears of laughter falling down your cheeks from him instead of the ones from Jason, he couldn’t help but grin. His boots made a squeak on the linoleum as he slid theatrically into the cupboard, closing it behind him.

Kneeling next to you, he put a hand on your shoulder, testing the waters. You instantly melted into his touch, burying your head into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you to him tightly as if you’d slip away the minute he let go.You’d gotten extremely close with each other after the Halloween party merely a few weeks prior, spending any free time with each other in yours or his trailer.

You weren’t usually a touchy person but when it came to Eddie, it was different. You felt safe, comforted, at peace in his arms.

Yes, he was the oxygen to your fire, fueling you and building you up, encouraging you when perhaps it wasn’t the best idea, but he was more so the newfound sunshine to your thunder. Things could be cold and gloomy and grey, and he’d come and brighten up your world, effortlessly bringing light back into your life after going so long without it.

He kissed the top of your head sweetly, a deep sigh falling from your lips. “You gonna tell me what that was ‘bout?” He mumbled into your hair, pressing yet another kiss on your head, this time to your temple. When you didn’t answer, he rubbed your arm soothingly, muttering softly to you. “You don’t have to say, sweetheart, ‘m sorry.”

Taking a shaky breath you looked up at him, the cheeky glimmer usually in his eyes dimmed with anxiety. Moving away from his chest, you sat next to him, his arm still wrapped around your shoulder as you held his hand tightly.

“He didn’t want me to come back..” You began, your eye contact wavering

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed. “Why not? I didn’t even know you two knew each other. Definitely not well enough for you to have to hide from him in a closet that smells like old farts.”

You laughed humorlessly, bringing your bottom lip in between your teeth again, nibbling on it “Oh, we know each other alright,” Eddie’s confusion became all too apparent so you decided to just say it, to just rip off the band-aid in one go, “He didn’t want me to come back because he’s Ozzy’s dad. And the only people that know that are me, my mom and him—and now you, I guess.”

“Woah..” He puffed his cheeks out and exhaled, a small silence ensued. “You and Carver? Really?”

You nodded, squishing your face up in disgust, wiping the tears that littered your skin. “Ugh, I know, tell me about it, if I could go back and talk to fourteen year old me, I’d tell her to stay the fuck away from him.”

Eddie stuck his tongue out to join in with your disgust and you laughed, despite everything.

“fourteen?” He asked, “You were fourteen when you got pregnant?”

You waited for the judgmental tone in his voice, the shame about to fall on you like a tonne of bricks, crushing everything in sight. The tone that your so called ‘friends’ had used when you’d told them of your pregnancy, the tone your grandparents had used on you, the tone that laced the venomous words that spewed from your own fathers mouth. You closed your eyes waiting for it—but it didn’t come.

“Shit, you must’ve been scared,” You opened your eyes again, blinking and taking in what he had said.

“What?” You murmured quietly

Eddie squeezed your hand comfortingly, “I mean with no-one there to help, you must’ve been.. pretty fuckin’ scared, no?”

“Oh for sure, yeah.” You breathed out, “Don’t even get me started on the morning sickness,—oh and the pimples, god it was legitimately my hormonal hell.” You finish with a laugh, Eddie joining in, “The judgement, the weird looks I got in the hospitals, the bills from the hospital, the racism, the—“

“Racism?” Eddie interjected, a fury in his face that you had never been witness to before, feeling only too grateful to not be on the receiving end of it. “What, in the hospital?”

You nod with a dry laugh. ”Oh yeah, nurses saying they’re not shocked I’m knocked up at fourteen because it’s common in ‘my type’,” You quoted with your fingers for emphasis, “not giving me enough pain relief when I gave birth because they think that we feel pain differently or some bullshit like that?” You rolled your eyes.

“That’s,” His brow furrowed, deep in thought as he tried thinking of the right word, “whack, pure whack.” Miming the swing of a baseball bat—sound effects and all, you both collapsed into a fit of laughter.

You giggled, leaning your head onto his shoulder with a content sigh. The moment shortly ruined as the shrill of the school bell brought you both back to the present situation, turning to look at each other at the same time, both eyes extremely wide.

“Shit!”

“You got Chem next?” Eddie asked, standing and gently pulling you to your feet, helping you steady yourself.

You shook your head sadly, hiking your bag further up your shoulder as the pair of you left the closet. “Nope, sorry, Advanced Calculus.”

He headed in the opposite direction you were going, grinning as he walked backwards to continue facing you. “You’re taking that class willingly? And people say I’m the freak.”

“Oh haha,” You laughed with a playful roll of your eyes. They slowly widened as you realised Eddie had no clue what was behind him.

“Watch out—!” You tried to warn him but it was too late, he’d already tripped over the thin pole that marked the end of one flooring and the beginning of the next. Another bout of laughter overtook you both, subsiding as he groaned in pain, laying flat in the middle of the hallway that was sure to soon be busy and overflowing with impatient peers.

“Hey, Y/N?” He slowly raised his head to look at you as you walked towards him, intending on making sure he wasn’t too badly hurt.

“Uh-huh?”

“What do you say we uh, skip class and go do something else?” His tone was suggestive, if not a bit strained. “Like say..go to the nurses office?” He winced.

“You hit your head, didn’t you?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

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talistableau · 2 years

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This is part one of hopefully many, I’ve been so excited to share this , thoughts and suggestions are more than welcome! My asks are open as of now so feel free to send in one shots! and fic ideas!

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mention of loss of parents, hints to childhood trauma, bullying, teenage pregnancy, alcohol, drugs and mature-ish language

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Eddie didn’t know who he was hoping to see more when he walked through the door and into the halloween party he had been waiting all week for. The music blaring from all four walls and reverberating in his head that was already cloudy and vague from the joint he’d smoked on the drive over.

Chrissy was definitely on the list, he’d wanted to talk to her ever since sophomore year but chickened out at every opportunity—fearing the insults and heckles she could bestow on him like her friends did regularly.

But you. He had been toying with the idea of conversing with you ever since freshman year when you had worn a Black Sabbath t-shirt with a ripped miniskirt on your very first day, which he thought was pretty darn cool. And brave to say the least. When he finally grew the balls to talk to you, you had disappeared and he thought he’d lost his chance forever.

That thought soon changed when he had nipped into Family Video four—nearly five years later and his newfound best friend, Steve, had decided to finally spill the beans that Robin had sworn him to secrecy about.

“Oh, you remember y/n?” He began, Eddie’s ears pricking up as he nodded with an affirming hum at your name. “She’s back in Hawkins. She’s apparently coming to my party too. This is your chance, man, you were crazy about that chick for years. We could all tell.”

Which brings us back here. You were the reason he came in the first place, so perhaps Chrissy could wait a little longer. Grabbing himself a beer he began his search for the familiar coiled hair and boisterous laughter. Turning to leave the living room in defeat after an hour, he spotted you, standing on the stairs and leaning against the bannister talking to Robin, he didn’t know you two knew each other. You were in a strikingly familiar golden bikini, with your hair tied up in the classic space buns wrapped perfectly on your head, he couldn’t help but stare, embarrassedly looking away when Robin caught his eye and sent him a sickening grin.

He felt severely underdressed. He had just grabbed a cheap pair of stick- in fangs from the garage, an old trench coat and smeared some fake blood on his face—boom, Dracula. Whereas you, you looked like a goddess. Golden eyeshadow coated your lids with sharp winged eyeliner. He determined then and there, that gold, without a doubt, was definitely your colour.

Robin nodded towards someone, you turning your head to see where her eyes were leading you.

“Okay don’t tell him I said this but he’s super into you.” She blabbed, evidently no longer being able to keep this secret, “Like super duper, ‘hey i’m so crazy about you but you don’t know I exist’ type of into you, but you didn’t hear that from me, okay?” She raised a brow, you laughing in response. A mixture of shock and genuine amusement.

“Eddie’s into me?” You repeated.

You had definitely known he existed. Jesus, of course you had, you had harboured the biggest crush on him in your final year of middle school that continued on. You had no clue he felt the same way about you. Suddenly, you began to wish you hadn’t left, perhaps if you’d stayed then something would’ve happened with the pair of you.

Robin's eyes grew wide. “Yes!” She practically yelled, “God, yes! Like since freshman year,” Your own eyes grew wide at this, a grin tugging at your lips. “Go talk to him!” She ushered, lightly taking hold of your shoulders and turning you around to lead you downstairs.

“Robin! Robin, no—robin!” You hissed as she gave one final push from behind, and suddenly you were standing right in front of him, able to see the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

“M’lady.”

“Hi.” You laughed awkwardly, “Sorry about her, she doesn’t get out much.” You joked, the twitch of his mouth turning into a full-blow grin that you couldn’t help but replicate.

“Ah don’t sweat it,” He said, subtly eyeing you and sipping his beer “Cool costume. Didn’t have you down as a nerd though.”

Your grin slipped then grew wider if it were possible, “Thanks. I think.” You laughed again “Being a nerd is the new cool, haven't you heard?”

“Guess I've been cool since birth then.” He said smoothly, accompanied by a wink that made your knees weak. “So what happened? You just uh,” He chuckled, “Kind of fell off the face of the earth.”

You nod, sucking in a breath. “Yeah I sorta..had a kid.” You itch the side of your nose, bumping the small gem piercing and smiling again. “Ozzy. Ten points if you can guess how I named him.”

The choke on his beer made you stifle a snicker, “That’s how I got all these piercings. See, once you’ve been through childbirth, they’re pretty much nothing compared to it.”

“Wow.” He began, speaking through a laugh. “So.. morale of the story being that you’re a milf now?”

You couldn’t help but feel flushed at his words, bashfully blinking and biting your lip briefly to not grin yet again. What was he doing to you? “Okay, that is so not normally the reaction I get when I tell people about Oz.”

He shrugged, feigning neutrality, the smirk slowly appearing on his face and reddened cheeks betraying him. “What brings you back to Hawkins? Is Ozzy Osbourne Jr starting kindergarten?”

You shook your head, trying hard not to just spin in a circle or jump up and down in joy. In the past, anyone you told about your son would make some excuse to leave, their taxi was outside or they were running late or some bullshit thing like that. Eddie seemed genuinely interested and you had never been more attracted to somebody in your life.

“No, he’s already in Kindergarten, he’s gonna be four soon,” you shrugged, “Just thought everyone missed my presence too much and decided to grace you all with it again.” It was your turn to wink at him and he was melting. “You’re welcome.”

He whistled, a hum at the back of his throat as he took another sip of his beer before he spoke. “Is it just you back in Hawkins with the munchkin?”

“Pretty much,” You agreed, “His dad doesn’t want shit to do with either of us and my folks didn’t want to come back to Hawkins so it’s just us.” you continued, “Got a cheap trailer up at Forest Hills.”

Something in Eddie’s face changed at this. A twinkle grew prominent in his eye and coupled with that damn twitch in the corner of his mouth, you knew something was up. Nothing bad, it seemed. But something.

“Guess I should’ve introduced myself as your neighbour then, huh,”

Gawking, you pushed his shoulder gently. “No fucking way,” you beamed. “Yours is the big white van at the end, I'm guessing?” raising a brow you went on, “A tour van for..”

“Corroded Coffin!” You snapped your fingers as the band name dawned on you. How on earth could you forget them with a name like that? Memories of Hawkins Middle School coming flooding back.

His jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but giggle at how dramatic he was, especially when he put his hand over his heart, “Y/N! You remembered! I didn’t know you cared that much!”

“Are you kidding?” You gasped, mocking his pose. “I had the biggest crush on you from like thirteen plus. I was simply smitten! and by the way, according to Robbie, you did too.” You tease, playfully poking his chest with your nail.

He grinned, turning away from you and waving his hand. “Oh stop, sweetheart, I'll blush.”

“Not a denial.” You point out, running your tongue over your front teeth. You decided to stop with the teasing—for now. “So where do your band gig?”

Eddie seemed thankful for the change in subject. “The Hideout, Tuesday nights, we gig there.” He said a bit too quickly, a small squeal of excitement being heard in your mind.

“For real?” You began, keeping your voice calm to not give away what you were about to say. “Guess I'll see you guys on Tuesday night then.”

A smile reminiscent of the cheshire cat made its way onto Eddie’s face, “Oh yeah? You desperate to see me shred it live on stage?”

You hummed in somewhat agreement, lifting a single shoulder and looking at him, “Don’t really have a say in it, I just got a job bartending in there.”

His eyes grew wide, crossing his arms over each other. “No kidding, when do you start?”

You leant down to a side table, grabbing yourself a can of cider, struggling to open it momentarily with the length of your nails but you got it open. “Tomorrow actually,” you laugh, “So I should really head home soon, don’t wanna get fired before I can hear you shred it live on stage.”

You took a sip of it, your nose scrunching as you had forgotten how vile it really was on the first sip, you hadn’t had any alcohol or had the opportunity for alcohol in almost two years.

“You want a ride home?” Eddie offered, “I was going that way, anyway, and I've only had one beer,” He quipped, making you smile gratefully, nodding. “Yeah that’d be great, thanks. I’ll just go say bye to Robbie first, meet you at the van?”

“Sure thang, sweetheart.” He agreed, kicking himself internally at his choice of syntax. ‘sure thang?’ Who was he? Why had he said that?

You paused for a moment, laughing as you left and approached Robin who was talking to Nancy, the latter embracing you excitedly, glad to see you back again. She wasn’t the only one.

It was then that the scary realisation dawned on Eddie. The realisation being that he hadn’t spoken to Chrissy who stood no more than ten feet away from him. The scary part being that he no longer even wanted to talk to Chrissy. Just you.

Walking out to his van, he couldn’t believe how well tonight had gone. Part of him was scared that you wouldn’t remember him, and I mean who would? He was just Eddie Munson—Edward Munson the last time you saw him. Dorky Edward with the buzz cut and the guitar-shaped backpack. Dorky Edward the fantasy fanatic, desperately clinging onto other worlds and made up lands to try and escape the one he was trapped in. The one with no parents, one dead, one a deadbeat.

But you saw past all of that. It turned out that you always had, requiting the same feelings that he had held for you for years, it felt too good to be true, but it wasn’t. It was real, you had said it to him with no malice or cruelty, it was just you admitting something that he never ever could, too afraid of rejection and heartbreak.

Even if it very well would end in heartbreak, he felt that he had to try. Hell, he needed to try. You were worth the possibility of that pain. That and more. You were worth everything, even the thing that he had been trying his damned hardest to avoid ever since he was seven and his folks split.

Love.

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