Description: High school sweethearts typically eloped straight after graduation, but as you’re off to experience the big college pond Eddie unfortunately has to stay behind another year at Hawkins High. Little do his friends know that one of his many many rings is actually a wedding band.
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Goth!Reader.
Tags: Lovers to lovers (lol), romance.
⚠️: cuteness that’ll make you gag, fluff (I think that’s it...)
Fluff and a few kisses. My blog is 18+ MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE
Authors note: This one is short and sweet. I am currently using Ellipsus to write and oh my god trying to transfer my work over is a nightmare! Anyways, rant over... Re-blogs and comments are ALWAYS welcome in this house and I thank you for your time xoxox
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This love affair began beneath the bleachers on the football field. Come rain or shine, Eddie met you there every time. It's difficult to recall which of you fell first, was it Eddie when he would start showing up with little trinkets in his pockets and fresh flowers plucked from the wild? Or was it you, when you’d start following his scent down the hallway and sleeping with his jacket to your chest that you’d borrowed for weeks at a time?
None of you knew and none of you seemed to mind.
He was yours and you were His, and as Spring bled into Summer Eddie knew exactly what he had to do. A hot Summer night, mid July, he took you out on a date that he had planned a week or two in advance. He was uncomfortably aware of your college life fast approaching, hurling at him like a brick being thrown and he refused to lose you to the distance. His Queen. His little Batsy.
The only issue he faced was that Eddie was broke, well, close to broke and of course he understood that you were worth more than anything money could buy, but he couldn't possibly propose to you empty handed. Could he?
You weren't materialistic in any sense of the word, but you did find joy in the things labelled strange and unusual. Perhaps that’s what originally drew you to Eddie, he didn’t conform and he also didn't flinch away from your loudness. He saw the leather and the spikes and the black around your eyes, Hell even the holes in your tights and immediately he was sold on you. You were the coolest fucking chick he had ever met. Especially when he got to know you beneath all of that. When you saw you bare.
So, during a spontaneous late night supermarket visit after hours of lingering touches and stolen kisses, Eddie popped 20¢ into the small vending machine outside the store as you went in searching for a band aid. Eddie had snagged his finger on a can of Mountain Dew so naturally you had to swoop in and save him. Like always.
During that alone time he took advantage of the gumball machines stuffed with kids toys, one was filled with cheap costume jewellery and before he knew it the machine had stole a whole dollar from him before he even managed to get a lousy ring.
His pockets were stuffed with tiny bracelets and questionable necklaces but in his hand he held a small transparent plastic ball that contained a lone ring, thankfully adjustable in size, which was adorned with a tacky dark blue jewel shaped as an upside down teardrop.
It was perfect, and even you thought so too when he presented it to you on not one, but both knees. As if he were begging you at your feet to spend the rest of your life with him.
Giddily, you said yes and Eddie slid the ring onto your finger. The wrong finger at first, but you corrected that later without him taking too much noticed.
After that night Eddie spent weeks hustling to scrape money together for a small ceremony. Dealing all sorts of narcotics to anxious teens until he had nearly enough. You told him not to worry, that you’d chip in and meet the odds, but of course to Eddie that was ludicrous and the last thing he wanted you to do. So he had you spend your savings on altering your Mom’s old wedding dress from the 60’s. It was white, of course, and it was pretty. The only thing you weren't fond of was the sleeveless shoulders. So, you took the garment and made it your own. You added sheer lace sleeves and a high slit to the side.
Eddie was going to be your husband, after all, he deserved to see a bit of thigh during the reception. Paired with your favourite huge bracelets and your voluptuous hair sprayed hair, it was everything you had dreamed it would be.
Truth be told, the cake was where most of the budget went to. It was huge, three tier and enough to feed a small village. But the cherry on top was the custom cake toppers Eddie had designed specifically for you and him.
“Oh… my god, Baby… look, that's literally a mini me!” You pointed at the small figurine draped in black, “They even managed to fit my eyeliner on there. Holy crap…” That was what shocked you most because you liked your eyeliner BIG and bold. It blew your mind to smithereens.
“I uh… I actually made them.” Thanks to countless D&D campaigns, Eddie had developed a sharp eye for detail and skilled woodcarving fingers.
You gaped at him, “These are incredible. You did so good, Ed’s. Thank you…” You could’ve sobbed tears of pure joy.
“Anything for you, Sweetness. I think I actually did a pretty good job on my hair…” Eddie leaned down with you to inspect the characters further, taking pride in his work as he did. A soft lovesick smile slithered its way onto his face as his gaze found his way over to you, his blushing bride, “I love you, Beautiful. So much.”
“I love you too, Handsome. Can’t believe I’m officially Mrs. Munson…” You wiggle your ring finger up at him, the once cheap jewellery now replaced with something nicer. Not expensive but nice and clean. Your giggle warmed his chest to a blaze comparable to the rays of the sun and Eddie chuckled too, part disbelief and part relief.
“I have to say, I like the way it rolls off the tongue. Mrs. Munson… It’s got a ring to it.” He purred, his fingertips stroking the exposed skin of your neck softly before he plants a delicate kiss to your pulse.
“Your puns are terrible.”
“You love them.”
“I must.” Attentively your palms smooth down the shoulders of his suit, it was the one he had bought for prom last year but never really got a chance to use it. He had gave up on all that normie nonsense years ago. Thankfully, he got to put it to good use after all.
“You shape up nicely. If you weren’t my husband I may not recognise you…” Eddie groans, his heart leaping every time you reminded him that he was yours now, forever. Officially.
“Driving me insane, Baby…” The tip of his nose brushed yours.
“Ugh, just kiss me, loser.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The getaway car was rented by Wayne as a wedding gift to you both. It was a cream Rolls Royce Spirit and it sent you and Eddie sailing smoothly onto your Honeymoon which you spent laid up in bed, nude and tangled in one another’s arms for days. Totally, rottenly smitten and higher than Cloud Nine.
An entanglement you were sure would withstand the trials and tribulations of time with a smug as fuck ease.
August 3rd, 1985. The day you were married to the love of your life.
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The hardest part wasn’t trying to recover financially from the wedding, but trying to say goodbye as you parted ways for school. You swore, crossed you heart and hoped to die that you would visit Eddie every single weekend. And you did. As Eddie went back to high school you tried your best to adapt to your new life away from everything you once knew. Daunting at first college soon became pleasant when you met more people and even made some friends. You weren’t seen as the odd ‘Goth Girl’ anymore because you were now surrounded by a pool of people all totally separate from one another and that was okay. It was accepted.
You made the effort to call Eddie each night where you’d debrief one another on what had happened that day. Eddie was doing well in class, he always reassured, and he was hopeful that soon he would be joining you there.
“Have you told anyone yet?” He asked, his voice slightly muffled through the phone.
“A bunch of people. I can’t stop talking about you, apparently,” When his laugh met your ears you felt your body relax away from a tension you hadn’t noticed you were holding, “What about you? Has anyone clocked in yet?”
“Honestly, I’m waiting for someone to notice the new ring I’m currently rocking.” He studied his hand then, his eyes skimming over his many rings until he settled on thee ring.
“You wear so many, though,” You jabbed playfully, “How do you expect anyone to see that it’s there?” You twirl the phone cord around your index finger.
“It’s funny! Seeing how oblivious they are. No one even questioned where the cake came from when I brought them all a piece. They just scarfed it down like wolves.” You threw your head back, laughing into the speaker as you paint the picture in your head.
“Okay, yes, that is funny,” After regaining composure you chew your bottom lip mischievously , “Let’s make a bet?”
“I’m listening.”
“The next time I come to visit, if still no one has noticed, I’ll buy you those denim patches you’ve been wanting.” He goes quiet, his mind processing.
“…Okay. What’s the catch?”
“If they figure it out, you need to let me Goth-ify you for a day.” To Eddie this was a win-win situation.
“Oh you're on, Munson. I’m getting those patches.” You pouted at his confidence, finding it adorable.
“We’ll see about that, Baby boy.”
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The long awaited weekend came rolling around and you couldn't contain your excitement as you walk through your old stomping ground, Hawkins High, and towards the drama department where even from far away you could hear the kids squealing and Eddie cackling like a maniac.
You had compiled a plan, something so hard to ignore that you even polished your wedding band the night before. Confidence radiating in each step as you bound your way into the room.
Immediately the party take notice and you are met with endless warm welcomes from each member. Eddie studies you from his throne, his lips pulled into a smirk and his eyebrow raised.
“What’cha got there, Batsy?” His eyes shimmered and you shrugged, smiling down at the box in your hand.
“Oh, nothing… I just thought you warriors could use a tasty snack,” The white box thumps down onto the table and when you open the lid Eddie’s jaw feels as though it’s been unhinged, “Bon appétit.”
“Cupcakes—”
“Not just any cupcakes. These are special, Eddie Bear, remember?” Jeff freezes mid frosting bite and Erica slowly pulls her hand away from one of the decorated treats.
“Are these poisoned?” Erica pops her hip sassily to the side and you laugh with a shake of your head.
“Course not! You guys! You’ve tried this flavour before! Eddie gave you some not long ago…” Right now you’re doing a WHOLE lot of talking with your hands and within mere seconds Eddie knew that this battle had been lost to a fucking cupcake.
“Uh, yeah… but that was slices. What the hell is happening—”
“Oh… my god—” Dustin stares at your hand before he whips his head around to Eddie, his eyes lingering low, “Show ‘em. Eddie, show your hands right now—”
“Why?”
“Now, Eddie!” Dustin, the little bossy fucker he is.
“Okay, Jesus!” He throws his hands up in surrender with a pout as he slumps down into his chair, a defeated man.
“Shut the fuck up—”
“You’re engaged?” Without asking Erica takes your hand into hers, admiring the the metal band closely.
“Married—” You start.
“Married?!” A choir of voices scream and you instinctively reach for your ears.
“When did this happen? How did this happen—”
“Beginning of August.” Eddie quips, all Bambi eyed and innocent.
“Eddie, why didn’t you tell us?” Gareth asks and to his left Jeff has a mouthful of cake sponge unable to comment.
“I thought you guys would’ve known!”
“Literally, how? Explain to me how we could have possibly known?” Dustin’s investment has you giggling to yourself at the end of the table.
“Uhhhh, the ring, duh?” He displays his hands once again and simultaneously everyone’s faces drop.
“Look at your hands, Eddie. How the fuck were we meant to spot a wedding ring? Your fingers are full of rings!”
“Like a need in a haystack.” Erica murmurs, now more trusting of the baked goods on the table as she slips one in front of her.
“Is this the wedding cake, then?” Mike asks with a head tilt.
“A replica, you guys had the wedding cake last time. The rest is frozen at Wayne’s.” Together the party were in bits and pieces, confused and hungry all at once.
“Number one, fuck you for not inviting me,” Dustin flips Eddie the bird, “And number two… are there pictures?”
“Only a bucket of them—”
“Lemme see, you have them with you?”
Of course you did.
Reaching into your purse Eddie watches with amused eyes and an adoring smile. As shit as it was to lose, he’d always rather it be to you than to anyone else. You spread the Polaroids onto the table and while the kids snacked and rummaged you made your way over to sit on Eddie’s lap.
“Touché.” He mumbles through a kiss to your neck and you dip down to lock lips with him, your pierced tongue skimming along his bottom lip teasingly.
“I hope you're ready for your make-over.” Eddie groans, his fingers squeezing the plush of your fishnet covered thighs.
“Ready as I’ll ever be, Sweetness.”
“Good, because I have my make-up with me—” You jump up faster than it takes Eddie to blink and all too quickly he feels everyone’s eyes on him.
“Wait, What? Here—”
“Oh, this’ll be good.” Gareth snickers to himself and you straddle Eddie again, keeping him where he’s sat.
“Buckle up, Buttercup. Oh, and guys?” You swivel your head to meet them briefly, “I’m taking requests…” the smirk on your face is Devilish and Eddie couldn’t decide if he was terrified or aroused.
Possibly both.
Definitely both.
"Now, hold still.”