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Summary: Sixth period, Eddie Munson bored senseless — so you decide the only cure is a game of letters and a little chaos. ✨💌
pairing: eddie munson x reader
tags: oblivious!eddie x pining!reader, no use of y/n, classroom shenanigans, sixth period boredom, paper ball messages, secret crush, mutual pining, jeff is done with eddie, slow burn, high school AU, monday afternoon fluff, soft flirting ♡
warnings: pure chaotic flirting, brain cells not included
words: ~ 1.1k
notes: me: writes a whole fic. also me: can't name it ☆
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Mondays had a talent for dragging.
Especially sixth period.
The afternoon sun spilled through the classroom windows, turning the stale air unpleasantly warm while the old ceiling fan made an admirable effort to accomplish absolutely nothing.
English.
Mr. Hauser stood at the front of the room with his well-loved copy of The Great Gatsby, looking entirely too enthusiastic for a Monday afternoon.
"...the letter Daisy receives before the wedding," he said, flipping to the right page. "Think about why Fitzgerald chose to write that moment as a letter instead of a conversation."
A few students pretended to think about it.
Most didn't bother.
Your attention wandered almost immediately.
It landed, as it so often did, on Eddie.
He occupied his usual seat by the window, where the sunlight caught the loose curls around his face and turned them almost copper. Judging by the state of his notebook, he'd mentally left English class at least twenty minutes ago.
There wasn't a single line of notes on the page.
"...written words," Mr. Hauser continued somewhere in the background, "allow us to choose every letter carefully."
Every letter, huh?
Your eyes drifted back to Eddie.
Still looking spectacularly bored.
A smile tugged at your lips.
Maybe English didn't have to be quite so miserable.
Before you could overthink it, you tore a tiny corner from your notebook.
One letter.
Just one.
D
You rolled the paper into the smallest ball you could manage.
Mr. Hauser turned toward the board.
Perfect.
With a quick flick of your fingers—
Tap.
The paper landed neatly beside Eddie's hand.
He frowned at the tiny paper ball like it had personally interrupted an important thought.
"What the hell...?" he mouthed to himself.
Slowly, with all the caution of someone inspecting a suspicious magical artifact, he unfolded it.
Eddie's brow furrowed. He looked around the classroom with exaggerated suspicion, eyes narrowing as though the culprit couldn't possibly have escaped his notice.
Then, with all the confidence of a man presenting irrefutable evidence, he slid the note onto Jeff's desk.
Jeff glanced down, rolled his eyes, crumpled the note, and shoved it back at Eddie — with a kick under the table for good measure. Eddie flinched, biting back a wince, but said nothing.
"...you get to choose them carefully. Every single one. You can erase, rewrite, think twice before handing them to someone," Mr. Hauser droned on somewhere near the board, underlining the word letter as the chalk squeaked softly against the board.
Eddie turned the little paper over between his fingers before letting his gaze wander across the classroom once more. It swept lazily from one row to the next until it landed on you.
You were already looking back at him.
The smile spreading across your face gave you away instantly.
Recognition flickered across his features, followed almost immediately by a grin that was impossible to miss.
He tapped his pencil at his lip once and pointed it shamelessly straight at you.
"You?" he mouthed.
You answered with an unapologetic grin and the tiniest nod.
His smile only widened.
Folding the note with surprising care, he rested his cheek against his knuckles, one eyebrow lifting expectantly as his eyes settled on you again.
Eddie wasn't even pretending to listen to Mr. Hauser anymore.
You had to admit, he was making this far more entertaining than you'd expected.
Before your brain had a chance to interfere, another tiny scrap was already waiting beneath your pen.
A
A quick flick of your fingers sent it sailing back to Eddie. This time, he caught it almost before it had stopped rolling.
His brow furrowed as he chewed on the end of his pencil.
He looked ridiculously focused.
Studying the note with the kind of concentration usually reserved for difficult campaign puzzles and very suspicious treasure chests.
A snort slipped out of you immediately. You ducked your head and disguised it as a cough, hoping Mr. Hauser hadn't noticed.
Without breaking eye contact, Eddie spread one hand in a silent Well? before adding a dramatically hopeful smile that was clearly fishing for a hint.
His performance earned him exactly one thing: another amused shake of your head.
"Oh, come on," he mouthed.
When you refused to help, he pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense, looking thoroughly betrayed.
The next few letters followed in quick succession.
P H N
Each one earned you the same reaction: Eddie would study it as though it contained the secrets of the universe, then look back at you with an increasingly dramatic plea for help.
You never gave him any.
The final letter landed beside the others with a soft tap.
E ?
Eddie unfolded it immediately.
His finger wandered slowly across the row of letters.
D A P H N E ?
His lips moved silently.
"Daphne?"
Grinning, you gave him an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
He looked around the classroom, then subtly pointed his thumb toward a girl a few rows ahead.
"Her?"
You stared at him for a beat. Then rolled your eyes so dramatically your head nearly followed.
Eddie only shrugged, still none the wiser.
Yeah, time for a different approach.
A few outrageously exaggerated eyelash flutters completed your best impression of an overdramatic fairytale princess.
Eddie frowned. Still nothing.
Seriously?
Then he paused — just for a second longer this time.
His eyes flicked back to you, slower now, like he was actually trying to decode you instead of guessing.
Your lips moved very slow,
"Dragon's Lair."
He blinked.
Once.
You could practically see him cycle through it.
Daphne.
Nothing.
Dragon's Lair.
His expression shifted slightly, like a door half-opening in his head.
Apparently, inviting someone to the Arcade was advanced-level communication.
Realization hit Eddie a beat later. His eyebrows shot up.
Finally!
A grin broke across Eddie's face as he smacked the heel of his hand lightly against his forehead.
Shaking his head at himself, he grabbed another scrap of paper, scribbled something down, crumpled it into a ball, and flicked it back across the room.
You caught it beneath the edge of your desk.
After school?
You looked up and nodded.
His grin returned immediately.
With surprising care, he gathered every tiny paper ball and tucked them into the front pocket of his denim vest.
"...Mr. Munson."
Mr. Hauser's voice drifted across the room.
"I have to say, it's refreshing to see you taking such an active interest in today's lesson."
For reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with Eddie, your notebook suddenly became the most fascinating thing in the entire classroom.
Eddie closed his eyes for the briefest moment before reaching for his copy of The Great Gatsby with the long-suffering sigh of a man whose greatest crime had been paying attention to entirely the wrong thing.
"So perhaps you'd like to read the next passage for us?"
From the corner of your eye, you saw him open the book.
Your shoes scuff across the floor of Hawkins High. You're slumping your shoulders to make yourself smaller, but sometimes you wish you were invisible.
Your days have felt shorter and shorter, more meaningless by the second. Whatever it means to live to the fullest, you haven't been doing it. Because you don't care to anymore. Your life has gone by faster than you can process.
Everyday feels the same. An aching emptiness lulls within your heart. If no one's out to get you, then your mind is. It's a wheel of neverending solemn.
You're just waiting for the final school bell to ring. You've heard that Eddie Munson sells after school, and you're planning on buying from him. You've never really talked to him so you can't really form an opinion on him. But you do know that he's different. Not many people at Hawkins look like him, or dress him. You can give him props for being himself. You haven't exactly figured out who you are yet.
Hours and hours of ticking of the school clock finally comes to the final bell. You snatch your bag off of the floor and begin treading towards the woods behind the school.
The woods are a perfect quiet to give you time to think. Your thoughts have been so loud, it's hard to pay attention to anything else.
You take a seat at the bench, and begin fiddling with your fingers. Most people would look around for threats, but you don't. Maybe because you don't care if anything happens to you.
Eddie's footsteps push a few dry leaves, causing crunching sounds that you keep track of to know when he's coming up.
"I see you're buying today." He grins.
You hope your stoic expression doesn't scare him.
"Yeah." You say flatly.
Eddie takes a seat in front of you, opening his lunchbox to quickly scan his inventory.
You take the moment to examine him out of curiosity, trying to form an opinion on him. He's probably got the longest hair on any guy in Hawkins, aside from that stoner kid you always see around. He's the first guy you've ever seen with Bambi eyes.
"Ohhkayy…what are we buying?" Eddie asks, looking up from his lunchbox.
"You got antidepressants in there?" You joke flatly.
"Sorry. Those are legal, so no."
His statement is small and stupid in an amusing way, so it makes you chuckle a bit anyway.
"I'll take weed. All the ounces you have."
Eddie's brows furrow. "Are you rich? That's 80 bucks!"
"Never met a dealer that's concerned over how someone gets their money."
"I'd be lucky to see a fifty dollar bill in one place!"
"Be thankful I'm paying your ass!" You laugh.
Eddie chuckles too, holding his ringed hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. Let me get your green."
He shuffles through the box. "If you don't mind me prying?…. I never saw you for the drug doing type. I've only ever seen you in one class so I can't speak for you. You're just…quiet."
"Well…surprise." You try to joke, but the smile never reaches your eyes. "I'm losing my mind…you ever feel like that?"
"Um, you know…just on a daily basis."
You roll your eyes at his amusing stupidity yet again, but you chuckle anyway.
"Okay…that'll be eighty, miss."
You take the money out of your pocket and hand it to him, and he exchanges the weed with you.
"Thank you for your service, come again sometime."
"I think I'll pass." You joke.
"You are killing me." He grins.
"Hey, Eddie? Thanks."
"You're welcome." You begin turning to walk away until you hear him speak.
"You know I…never got your name."
You softly tell it to him, placing your hands in your pockets.
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Description: All Eddie does is talk about you, so the Hellfire boys give him a chance to get closer to you.
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The Hawkins cafeteria is a plethora of overlapping conversations and occasional shouting. For once, Eddie isn't shouting. He's quiet, and that concerns the shit out of his friends.
"He's never been this quiet…what the hell?" Mike mutters to Dustin. "You think he wants to kill us?"
"Hey, Eddie. What's up? You haven't spoken for five minutes."
"I am bleeding out, Henderson. I've been shot by Cupid's arrow, and I don't plan on pulling it out anytime soon." Eddie says breathlessly.
"He met this girl who's new to Hawkins today. Why the hell would her parents want to move to Hawkins?" Jeff asks.
"Her face can cure world depression all by itself." Eddie says before munching on a pretzel.
"You should ask her to join us. You've got a way with bringing people together." Dustin suggests.
"Oh, no. She'd never talk to me. She's like up here, and I'm in hell."
"Suit yourself. Some guy just might come in and swoop her in because you're too much of a coward." Mike says with a shit eating grin.
"You damn-" Eddie mutters before flicking a walnut at him.
"Ow!"
Eddie's time in his classes have consisted of tapping his pencil against his paper as he thinks about you. He slowly begins to realize that aside from his own fantasies (some innocent, and some not), he's actually curious about you. He wonders what you like to do, what you like to eat, and even what things you don't like.
You give him a reason to come to school, besides trying to pass of course.
The Hellfire boys aren't used to seeing Eddie not bouncing off the walls, and they can tell you've made a mark on him before he's even spoken to you.
"Dude. Just tell her. What's the worst that can happen?" Mike asks.
"Uh, she says no?" Eddie huffs. "Laughs at me, tells me my hair looks funny-"
"You're focusing on your fears, not the logistics. What's she like?"
"I don't really talk to her in our class but she's always answering questions. She's very opinionated and looks at things in this articulate way that an average person wouldn't get from first glance. That's the thing…she's not just an average person. For once? I think she's the only person in a while where I actually care what someone thinks of me."
The whole table goes quiet—a true rarity amongst Hellfire.
"Holy shit." Dustin says in disbelief. "Come on, man. You've got to tell her."
"The only time I've really interacted with her, she asked me for a pencil. I gave it to her, but I froze like an idiot!"
"Any other time?"
"I don't know. I can't exactly pinpoint the way she looks at me. She gets tense, like I scare her."
"Eddie." Dustin deadpans. "She's scared of you, but she asked for a pencil?"
"…Yeah?"
The boys groan in unison.
By the time an entire month came around, Eddie's friends decided they were tired. They're going to invite you to the Hellfire Club meeting tonight.
"Okay, do this quick or else Eddie's going to wonder why we're so late for lunch."
You slam your locker after grabbing a Chemistry book you need for your next period, and you're startled by two boys you've never spoken to before.
"Hi. I'm Dustin, this is Jeff. We're apart of Hellfire Club."
"I've heard. What's it about?"
"Dungeons and Dragons."
"I'm sorry, I've never played."
"It's okay. Our leader Eddie can teach you." Jeff says.
"Well…if there's someone willing, how can I say no?"
"Great! Can you make it to our meet tonight at 7?" Dustin asks.
"You can count on it."
When you walk away, Dustin and Jeff give each other a fist bump.
Eddie sets down the last piece, and plops down into his throne.
"Okay, guys. This meeting shall commence."
"Actually, Eddie. We're missing a person." Dustin says.
"…No we're not?" Eddie says, looking around. "All of you airheads are here."
You open the door, and it closes behind you. "Sorry, I'm late. Traffic sucked. I hope you guy's haven't started."
Eddie looks at you in shock, then slowly looks at the guys. Suddenly, the ceiling is very interesting to them. He turns to you again, already knowing exactly how you knew about the meeting.
"Please milady, sit down." He says.
Jeff gives you his seat directly next to Eddie, and Eddie's trying super hard to control all the feeling of blood rushing to his face and pants.
"The boys here told me you could teach me how to play?"
Eddie turns and looks at them again, and this time the floor is very interesting to them.
"You could say that."
Eddie's taken many risks in his life, but this one takes the cake. He can't remember the last time he was this nervous. He's going to gut these shrimps the second he gets the chance.
At some point in the meeting, he realizes something. You wanted to be here. You don't mind hanging out with them. He eases into his cinematic persona, encapsulating everyone into merging as one.
You're loving every moment of it. Everyone else is just as invested as you are, and it's a feeling everyone should have at least once in their life.
The feeling of belonging—being seen and heard.
Eddie is perceptive. He notices your comfortable body language. How your eyes sparkle in fascination.
He claps his hands together.
"Gentlemen. Miss. I must conclude this week's meeting."
Everyone, including you, groans in unison.
Eddie giggles. "Patience, patience. This too shall pass."
Dustin dramatically halts. "Oh my gosh. I've got to head home right away!"
"You do?" Jeff asks.
In return, Dustin nudges him.
"Oh yeah, you do!"
"I can take you, if-" Eddie offers.
"No, no! I've got to go now!"
Eddie frowns in confusion. You stifle your giggle.
Every one of the boys rushes out of the room.
"…Are they…always like that?"
"I wish I could say no."
You chuckle, looking down at your fingers bashfully.
"Would…would you ever come back?"
You look up from your fingers, silently giving yourself the courage to look into his eyes.
"Would you mind?"
"I don't think you've heard of the 'once you've met Munson, you're stuck with him' rumors." He grins.
"I think I prefer to go by the truth, Eddie."
"Yeah? What do you think of me?"
"I think being stuck with Eddie Munson doesn't seem so bad."
His Adam's apple bobs in his throat when he gulps. You're going to be the death of him.
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The front of the Baxter Building buzzed with life long before the event had officially began. Charlotte helped direct television camera men into position, and helped reporters and photographers into the designated area in front of the stage.
Reporters from every major newspaper in Manhattan chatted amongst themselves, notepads tucked beneath their arms as assistants hurried between rows of neatly arranged chairs.
Above them, suspended from nearly invisible cables, a chrome banner slowly rotated.
THE FUTURE FOUNDATION
Building Tomorrow, Together.
Everything was quickly coming together. Charlotte stood in the lobby, flipping through the folder she'd carried since breakfast.
Everything was exactly where it belonged.
-The order of speakers.
-Press credentials.
-Reed's demonstration notes.
-Questions pre-approved by the city.
-Emergency contacts.
Perfect and precise. She closed the folder with a satisfied nod.
Beyond the massive glass doors, even more people had gathered outside. Families lined the outside stage, children perched on their parents' shoulders, and curious New Yorkers craned their necks, hoping to catch a glimpse of the city's first family.
"Miss Hart?" She turned to find one of the production assistants flipping through his own folder. "We're live in three minutes."
"Thank you, Daniel." She said as she followed him out the main doors. Quickly, she went behind the curtains of the stage looking for the four, who were already standing in position.
Sue gently took a notepad from Reed's hands, "You can have this back after the demonstration."
Reed’s pen stopped mid air and Sue pressed a kiss to his cheek. Ben patted Reed's shoulders, "Always workin' on somethin' new."
Charlotte approached the team, and smiled, "We have less than two minutes until we're live."
The room shifted almost instantly; Johnny rolled his shoulders, while Sue took a slow breath.
Ben brushed cookie crumbs from the front of his uniform. Reed on the other hand, was writing in the air trying to find a fair conclusion to his findings.
Daniel reappeared, headset pressed against one ear. "One minute."
Charlotte smoothed the front of her powder-blue dress before looking up at the team, "You all remember the order of events?"
Johnny saluted, "Yes, ma'am."
She smiled at her boyfriend, and took a quick couple of steps to adjust his collar again.
"Johnny." She said as she looked up into his eyes. After the demonstration, reporters always wanted to ask questions— personal questions. It was always best to prepare Johnny for everything, otherwise, he’ll flame on just for fun.
"What?"
"If anyone asks you about your dating life..."
"I'm happily unavailable." He stated as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"If anyone asks about aliens..." Johnny was well-known to give away secrets or information that wasn't ready to come out yet.
"I'll let Reed answer."
Charlotte nodded, "If anyone asks about setting things on fire today..."
The memory of the last time crossed everyone’s mind, and Johnny smiled innocently. "I'll plead the Fifth."
"There isn't a Fifth Amendment for public relations." Charlotte said as he took her hands in his.
"There should be." Johnny stated as Ben chuckled and Sue hid a smile behind her hand.
Charlotte shook her head, "You make my job remarkably difficult." She joked as he smirked.
Johnny stepped closer, lowering his voice just enough that only she could hear. "You love it."
She met his eyes. "I tolerate it."
"Liar." Before he could properly kiss her, Daniel reappeared, and Johnny’s nose brushed hers. She smiled as Johnny pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles, before stepping back into position. Sue was the only one to notice the small gesture, and she smiled.
Daniel pointed toward the stage, as the curtains slowly opened, “We're live in 3, 2, 1.”
Charlotte drew one steady breath. The nervousness disappeared and Daniel motioned for her to take center stage.
The applause met her almost immediately; people cheered as she stepped up to the podium.
She smiled and waved at the hundreds of faces looking back at her. "Good morning." Her voice carried through the speakers. "And welcome to the Baxter Building."
The applause began to fade, and the cheering halted.
"My name is Charlotte Hart, and on behalf of Reed Richards, Susan Storm, Ben Grimm, Johnny Storm, and everyone here at the Future Foundation..."
She looked to the side of the stage where Johnny wasn’t supposed to be standing, and he gave her a thumbs up, before Sue pulled him by his shirt sleeve.
"I'd like to thank you for joining us."
She looked across the audience of scientists, teachers, students, reporters, and families. All gathered around because they believed the future wasn't something to fear, it was something to build.
"And today," she continued with an easy smile, "we're excited to share a glimpse of that future with all of you."
The applause and cheering returned, children yanked on their parents' sleeves, excitedly pointing. Even the parents couldn't help but to express their excitement too.
She gestured toward the curtain behind her.
"Ladies and gentlemen..."
The curtain began to rise, "the Fantastic Four!"
The front lawn all the way to the sidewalk erupted in applause.
Johnny was already waving before he was fully in view. Ben offered a sheepish grin beneath the cheers as Sue acknowledged the crowd with quiet grace, and Reed looked pleasantly bewildered by the attention.
Charlotte stepped aside, watching them take their places, and allowed time for the cheering and applause to slow.
She smiled warmly at the sea of faces before her, the microphone steady in her hand.
"At the Future Foundation, we believe every great discovery begins with a single question: What if? No one has asked that question more fearlessly than the man I'm about to introduce."
More cheers and applause erupted from every direction, “Please welcome, Dr.Reed Richards!" Charlotte applauded and took a step back from the podium.
Reed smiled and mouthed a quick 'thank you’, as she handed him the microphone.
He cleared his throat, "The Future Foundation was founded on the belief that tomorrow isn't something to fear..."
Charlotte walked down the side of the stage, her gaze swept over the crowd. It was a habit she was never able to completely break; left, center, right.
There were rows of smiling faces; children perched on their parents' shoulders, and reporters scribbled hurried notes onto their notepads.
City officials adjusted their ties and families all leaned forward with eager anticipation, waiting for the surprise demonstration.
Applause erupted once more as Reed concluded the final slide of his presentation. “and that's why we’re happy that you’re joining us for today's live demonstration."
Another round of applause followed, Reed smiled politely before glancing toward the side of the stage. "Miss Hart?" Charlotte met his eyes.
"Would you mind?" He asked as he placed the microphone back on its stand.
She nodded once and stepped back to the podium as Reed moved to join Sue, Ben, and Johnny behind her.
Charlotte smiled back at the smiling faces in front of her, "Thank you, Mr. Richards. If today's presentation has taught us anything, it's that the future isn't something we wait for. It's something we build together."
She rested both hands lightly on the podium as her gaze swept over the crowd once more.
Left. Center. Right. Wait.
Something didn't belong— it wasn't a face, it was a pattern. Her mind went into instant analyzation mode. A man stood near the fountain closest to the glass doors, his hands folded behind his back. Watching. Not a look of interest in what she was saying.
Her eyes fell to a woman lingering in the center of the crowd, a folded newspaper tucked beneath her arm. She hadn't turned a page. Hell, she didn't even open it once.
Twenty feet away from her, another man stood beside a light pole. His attention wasn't on the stage. Or Reed. Or Johnny.
His eyes settled on Charlotte, like she was the most intriguing person in the world. Her heartbeat slowed.
“Don't look twice.” The words weren't her, neither was the voice.
General Viktor Volkov's voice settled into the back of her mind with terrifying clarity.
"An operative survives by seeing everything... and revealing nothing."
Charlotte kept smiling, her voice loud in the microphone. "In just a few moments, the Fantastic Four will be demonstrating—"
The man by the fountain shifted. Three steps. No more. No less. He was spacing. He was covering.
The woman finally moved, not toward the demonstration, but to the edge of the crowd.
• • •
"What are you looking for?" Volkov asked, his voice calm behind her. Sixteen-year-old Elina never took her eyes off the training floor below.
Operatives blended into the crowd. One leaned against a railing. Another disappeared behind a column. A third never stopped moving.
Today, she wasn't the hunter, she was the one being hunted.
“Patterns," she answered automatically.
Volkov circled her once, hands clasped behind his back. "Good."
A long pause settled between them before he asked, "And when do you know they've found you?"
Elina's eyes swept the room again and the knot in her stomach tightened.
"When I can see them." She spoke quietly, and leaned down closer to her.
"Louder."
"When I can see them—” she swallowed as Volkov placed his hand on the back of her neck.
They both spoke at the same time;
"...uzhe slishkom pozdno."
"...it's already too late."
• • •
"The Future Foundation has dedicated itself to—"
Her mind blanked and the sentence disappeared, silence fell around her as the crowd waited.
Behind her, Johnny's smile faded. He leaned toward her discreetly, "Charlie?" His voice was soft and gentle, only she could hear him.
"Are you okay?" Charlotte blinked, her fingers tightened around the podium. "I... I'm fine.
Johnny frowned, taking a subtle half-step forward.
She drew a slow breath and looked back toward the fountain. The woman with the newspaper was gone.
The man by the light pole had become nothing more than another businessman checking his watch. All of them were gone, everything was normal.
Had she imagined it? She cleared her throat, nervously looking at the crowd. "My apologies." A warm smile returned to her face as though nothing had happened.
"I suppose I'm just as excited about Mr. Richards' demonstration as the rest of you." Laughter drifted through the audience. The tension dissolved, and Johnny took his place next to Ben.
She glanced toward Reed before finishing.
"So, without further delay, we'd like to invite everyone to join us on the north side of the Baxter Building, where the Fantastic Four will be demonstrating the next step toward a brighter tomorrow."
Applause thundered everywhere and she gave a wave before stepping away. People rose from their seats, chatting excitedly as they made their way toward the north side.
But as Charlotte followed Johnny and the rest of the team, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was still watching.
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Everyone had finished breakfast, and while the rest of the team disappeared upstairs to suit up, Charlotte stayed behind to help H.E.R.B.I.E. clear the table.
Plates clinked softly as the little robot hummed to himself, dutifully stacking dishes before zipping them toward the sink. Charlotte couldn't help but smile as she threw on an apron and reached for the dish towel.
"I'll wash," she teased, nudging H.E.R.B.I.E.'s metal arm. "You dry."
H.E.R.B.I.E. chirped happily, extending one of his mechanical appendages toward the faucet before giving an enthusiastic beep of approval.
"I know," Charlotte laughed. "I'm slowing you down."
A series of electronic whistles answered her. "Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing?"
"I've been told that once or twice." Johnny's voice drifted into the kitchen before he did.
Dressed in his Fantastic Four uniform, he leaned casually against the doorway, tugging one of his gloves into place with an all-too-satisfied grin.
Charlotte glanced over her shoulder, unable to hide her smile. "I was talking to H.E.R.B.I.E."
Johnny placed a hand over his chest in mock offense, "Ouch."
She laughed softly as she turned back to the little robot. "He's making me blush today."
H.E.R.B.I.E. chirped proudly, almost as if agreeing with her. Johnny pointed an accusing finger at the little robot.
"You know, for a robot, you've got a dangerous amount of game."
H.E.R.B.I.E. answered with a triumphant whistle. Charlotte couldn't help but giggle, "I think he's winning." She placed a quick kiss to the robots head.
Johnny sighed dramatically, "I've been replaced by a robot before..." he looked down at his watch, "nine in the morning."
"Don't worry," Charlotte teased, handing the last plate to H.E.R.B.I.E. to dry. "You're still my favorite human."
Charlotte finished drying her hands and set the dish towel on the counter just as Johnny closed the distance between them. Without a word, he slipped an arm around her waist, the other hand gently tilting her chin toward him.
"Is that so?" he murmured, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Mm-hmm."
"I'll take it." He pulled her against him and captured her lips in a slow, lingering kiss that left her smiling before it was even over.
When he finally drew back, he rested his forehead against hers. Johnny's grin returned in full.
"See?" he said softly. "That's all I needed to hear."
Charlotte laughed, giving his chest a playful shove, "Don't let it go to your head, Hotshot."
"Too late."
Charlotte rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway.
"That ego of yours is going to need its own room one of these days."
"Already does." Johnny said matter of factly.
"Oh?"
"Right here." He tapped the center of his chest proudly.
She nodded her head, "How convenient." Chuckling to herself, she reached up and smoothed the front of his blue-and-white uniform.
Her fingers brushed over the embroidered 4 on his chest before straightening the collar he'd managed to leave slightly crooked.
"You know," she murmured, "for someone the city insists is one of its greatest heroes, you're remarkably incapable of dressing yourself."
Johnny glanced down as she fussed over him,
"That's why I keep you around."
She looked up, feigning offense, "Excuse me?"
His grin softened, "Well... that, and because I'm crazy about you." She patted his chest, and pressed a kiss to his chin, leaving a lipstick stain. "Much better."
She gently wiped away the pink stain from his chin, and Johnny looked down at himself.
"How do I look?"
Charlotte stepped back, pretending to inspect him. "Presentable."
"Presentable? You helped dress me." He questioned, and she smiled at him.
"Don't push your luck."
He laughed before nodding toward the folder resting on the counter. "So..." he said. "What's the damage today?"
Charlotte picked up the folder and flipped it open. "Prepare yourself, because it's a lot.
Press briefing at ten. Reed's demonstration immediately after. Questions from the press, then a meeting with the Future Foundation board." She turned another page. "Lunch with the mayor's office, interviews with Channel Six and the Daily Bulletin..."
Johnny groaned dramatically.
"I'm not finished yet...and," she continued, unable to hide her amusement, "you're expected to smile through all of it."
"Smile? Now that's asking too much."
She nudged him lightly with the folder.
"You'll survive."
He watched her for a moment before his expression turned just a touch more earnest. Johnny tapped the folder with his finger, "How about tonight?"
Charlotte opened the folder, "Tonight? Oh no, did I forget something? Because the last thing we have on the schedule is the Channel Six Bulletin..."
Johnny took the folder from her hands and Charlotte looked up. "Dinner. Tonight. And before you can say, 'we have dinner together every night,' let me ask you this." He sat the folder on the counter.
"When was the last time we had dinner somewhere that didn't involve Reed disappearing halfway through because he had an idea? Or it was interrupted by some emergency?"
Charlotte looked up thoughtfully; honestly, she couldn't remember the last time dinner wasn't interrupted.
Johnny slipped his hands into the pockets of his uniform, "What do you say we pretend we're normal people for one night?"
Charlotte tilted her head. "Normal?"
"Dinner." He shrugged. "Maybe a walk through Central Park. I'll walk you home."
One of her brows arched, "You mean... upstairs? You don't live that far from the park."
Johnny's grin grew, "No." He stepped closer until only inches separated them. "I mean your apartment. I feel like I haven't seen it in weeks."
To be fair, neither of you had seen your apartment in a couple of weeks.
"You haven't, because I haven't either." Charlotte stated and then she sighed, “Oh, I forgot, tomorrow I have two schools coming for a field trip. I’m giving them a tour.”
His smile softened, losing some of its usual mischief. "One, I miss your couch. Two, I know you’re nervous about tomorrow, but you’ll do fantastic.”
Charlotte laughed, "One, you have an entire floor of couches here. And two, thank you but I’m still nervous.”
"They're not your couch." He defended.
Shaking her head with an affectionate smile, Charlotte reached up and smoothed the front of his uniform, straightening his collar before brushing a speck of lint from his shoulder.
"There," she murmured. "Now you look like New York's favorite hero."
"Favorite?" he teased. "Not your favorite?"
She looked into his bright blue eyes and smiled.
"I thought we'd already settled that."
Johnny's expression melted into something softer. “So..."
"So..."
"Is that a yes?" He asked.
Charlotte nodded, "It's a date."
"Seven o'clock," he said.
She smiled and replied back, "Seven o'clock."
"Dinner first. Then," continued, his hands falling to her waist, "I'm stealing you away from everybody else."
Charlotte felt a familiar warmth creep into her cheeks. "Johnny..."
His lips inched closer to her ear, "No reporters. No Reed calling us into the lab. No Ben knocking on the door because he can't find the remote."
His hands settled comfortably at her waist. "Just you and me."
She looked up at him through an amused smile.
"You seem awfully confident." She pulled back from his face, his cheek brushing hers.
Their eyes met, his nose brushing hers, "I am."
"And why's that?"
A mischievous glint lit in his eyes, "Because I have every intention of making sure you forget about tomorrow for a little while."
Before she could answer, he swept her effortlessly off her feet. Charlotte let out a surprised laugh, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck as he spun her once around the kitchen.
H.E.R.B.I.E. emitted an exaggerated series of whistles that sounded like applause.
Johnny looked at the little robot without taking his eyes off Charlotte.
"You hear that? Even H.E.R.B.I.E.'s rooting for me."
Charlotte shook her head, laughing. "Put me down!"
He leaned in, brushing one last lingering kiss against her lips before resting his forehead against hers.
"Tonight, will be special. I'll stay up all night for you." he whispered.
Charlotte smiled, "Don't make promises you can't keep."
Johnny's grin only widened. "Sweetheart..." He set her gently back on her feet, his hand lingering at the small of her back. "I wasn't planning on getting much sleep anyway."
Before Charlotte could respond, the rest of the team entered the kitchen, "Alright, let's get this day started!" Ben said as he rubbed his hands together.
Johnny pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, "We'll see you out there." He said before joining the three in the elevator.
He spun on his heel and jogged back into the kitchen. "Before I forget," Snatching Charlotte's folder off the counter, he uncapped a pen and scribbled across the top page before handing it back.
Tonight— Dinner at 7. Have a wonderful day beautiful.
He flashed her a grin, "So you won't forget."
He sat the pen on the counter, and took off for the elevator, "Have I ever forgotten anything?" She shouted as the doors started to close.
Johnny pointed at her, "There's a first time for everything, sweetheart!" The doors clicked shut and Charlotte looked down at her folder.
Almost absentmindedly, she traced her thumb over his handwriting. There wasn't much she forgot. She'd never been allowed to.
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Description: You first found Eddie Munson in a boathouse on Lovers Lake, not knowing just how peculiar Hawkins really is.
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Author's Note: My background knowledge in psychology and research of actual comas has been used, and may be triggering to some readers.
It has been 2 weeks and a half since Eddie's coma started, and he still hasn't woken up. You've found it incredibly difficult to leave his side. Thankfully, you have friends to help you when you eventually have to.
However, you're all still stumped. Trying to figure out where Henry is has felt damn near impossible.
Eddie's comedic relief has been missed amongst the group, especially with tensions rising. No one has any idea where Vecna went the night he disappeared. Even after the vigorous battle with him, none of that mattered.
"Where else would this mother fucker go?" Dustin asks Steve.
"I really wish I knew, Dustin."
You put yourself in Henry's shoes. What would you do if you needed to get away?
"He was still in the yard."
"How do you know?" Robin asks.
"If I needed to get away from a threat and I was injured, I would make it seem like I'm not there anymore. He could be playing a trick on us. But, we still don't know where he went afterwards."
"Maybe another childhood place of sanctuary to him?"
"My brother never really left the house. Explains why he was in there at first. I'm still starting to believe none of this makes any sense."
"What should we do…should we wait until Eddie's recovered?" Dustin asks.
"My brother needs to be stopped now. If anything, he's the reason Eddie's life randomly went to shit. He's the reason Chrissy died."
"Eddie was a crucial part, though. If he didn't play the music and take the fall, that swarm would've came and killed us." Steve says solemnly.
"He needs to know that we weren't just sitting around! Eddie could die, and if we don't stop Henry then all that we've done- all that he's done, is just a waste! Eddie needs to know that there was people who fought for him."
The room goes quiet as everyone takes in what you've just told them.
"We're going to find him. And kill him." Dustin seethes.
"For Eddie." You smile.
"For Eddie!"
After some persistent persuasion, Steve finally agrees to take you to see your father. The car ride consists of a gentle quiet with accompanied chatter here and there.
"I just want you to be prepared for anything. Nancy and Robin said he wasn't exactly easy to look at."
"I don't think anything phases me at this point."
Nothing could be worse than seeing the love of your life in a coma after he was drenched in his own blood.
The halls of the asylum would've terrified you if Steve wasn't being taken there by the front deskman alongside you.
"Alright. This is your stop. I will be back to check on you momentarily."
"Thank you." Steve says.
The worker dismisses himself, leaving you and Steve with Victor Creel.
"…Dad?" Your voice is frail.
He shifts just ever so slightly. Maybe he thinks you're just a dream.
"Dad?"
"Who are you?" His body is curled into a ball as his back is facing you.
You tell him your name.
"N- no, I'm dreaming again. Make it stop."
"I don't know what you look like now, or how long you've been here. But I miss you. And I miss Mom. Henry is a threat, and I'm going to stop him. I promise. He will pay for the suffering he's brought to us and many, many others. Including…my boyfriend. His name is Eddie. You always told me I would find someone who adores me someday. And he does. But because of Henry, he's on the edge of his life right now. I'm so sorry for everything that happened to you."
Victor shifts, curling himself further into a ball. He still thinks you're a dream his mind has created to torture him into getting closure.
"I love you." You whisper softly. You wipe your tears before taking an exhale and turning to Steve. "I think we should go to the library. There's got to be something about other dimensions. Henry's smart. He wouldn't return to the very place we found him."
Steve spins his keys before tossing them then catching them in his hand. "Let's go."
You sift through numerous books with Steve, trying your hardest to find something that matches with what your brain needs to recognize.
"You find anything?" Steve asks.
"Nope. Just bullshit, so far." You slam the book and place it back in it's rightful place.
Steve shoots you a look that you don't catch, because you're too busy looking at another book.
"Hey, I think you need a break."
You look at him. "What, why?"
"You just got done visiting your father who couldn't even talk to you, and now you're bullying every book like it personally did something to offend you. You need a break."
You close the book, and place it back.
"I want to do something for Eddie."
"You can start with calming yourself down. He'd throw a fit if he saw you like this." He grins.
"…I miss his little hissy fits. Maybe I do need a break."
"We'll pick up on this with the others. Right now…you need something else to do."
"…I suppose you're right."
Steve helped set you up with him and Robin to volunteer at the gym of Hawkins for post earthquake relief.
You're helping Robin in the food-making area with Vickie as Steve is over handling clothes.
You're trying hard to not let everything get to you. But it's difficult. Your biological family is turn apart. Your mother and sister are dead. Your boyfriend may awake, but not even remember you at all. He's still wanted. He could possibly not wake up from his coma. Vecna is still out there. You're sickened with guilt again for being a Creel. The knife you're holding is covered in blood instead of peanut butter. You drop it.
"Whoa, you okay?" Robin asks.
"I'm okay…I'm- shit, I need a minute."
"We can cover for you." Vickie says.
You thank her before heading towards the exit, ripping off your bonnet and food service gloves. You stop once you hear Dustin's voice. He appears to be talking to an older man, who's hair is completely gray. You carefully walk up to them.
"Hi. You know him, Dustin?"
"He's Eddie's uncle."
Wayne.
"Hi." You say softly, then tell him your name. "I'm Eddie's…girlfriend."
"Dustin just told me everything…were you there?" He asks gravelly.
Out of respect, you sit down next to him.
"Yes. I was with Dustin. We saw everything."
"That must've been hard."
"We're doing everything we can, hoping for the best."
"It's all we can do." Wayne says. "It's nice to meet you. How'd you find 'im?"
"He was hiding in a boathouse on Lovers Lake. I went there to get away from my thoughts. I startled him- and he was trembling. He was so scared. Like he expected me to be someone that was trying to kill him."
"I knew my nephew wouldn't ever kill that girl. This town is a damn fool, and I'm going to make sure everybody knows it."
"We will, too." You smile, wiping your tear.
"…You're wearin' his guitar pick." Wayne smiles.
You look down at your chest, clutching it wholeheartedly.
"You keep it. You're both his family, too."
You and Dustin exchange a smile.
"Thank you, Wayne. It means a lot."
You politely excuse yourself and begin heading back towards Robin when something from the corner of your eye immediately grasps your attention. One of Eddie's missing posters is vandalized, sending a bolt of anger through you. You rip it off the wall to tear it down the middle, before balling it up to toss it in the garbage. Your anger dissipates to the layer of sadness deep within at the realization that even though Eddie has risked his life, the town may still hate him after all of this.
People in this town may never understand just how truly selfless Eddie is. Everyone else is healthy and fine, especially Max who survived Vecna suspending her in the air and nearly injured her. Eddie's the one at the sharp end of the stick, and you don't care if strangers don't believe who Eddie truly is.
Steve takes you, Robin, and Dustin back to the hospital to visit Eddie. Simply seeing him may be able to give you a piece of mind. They're giving you your space at the moment to let you see him alone.
You've been following the doctor's advice on talking to Eddie as he's in his coma. Since you are a familiar voice, you may help with the neural activity in his hippocampus; the area of the brain responsible for memory.
You brush his hair out of his face with your fingers, and gently take his hand with your other.
"I- I miss you, you know. The jokes' over, and you can wake up now." You tease. Tears slowly begin dripping from your eyes, dripping onto the bed. "It's kind of cruel for you…to leave me with only Steve's jokes." You laugh softly. "And I met Wayne. He says I'm family, now. He's been hanging posters for you."
Your soul is stripped bare, and as much as you joke to cope, it rips you to shreds to see him like this.
"Eddie…I need you. We- we didn't even get much time together…you didn't even get to live. I'll…I'll make sure you never have to hide again. I- I need you to live a life where you aren't frightened. I- I love you, Eddie-"
You hear a beep from the monitors, then notice Eddie's chest beginning to rise and fall unsteadily. You jolt in surprise with a slight yelp when Eddie's hand clenches yours out of the blue as his body fights with itself.
"I need help, somebody!"
Doctors and ICU nurses rush in, prepared to help Eddie walk through his first coma awakening. His eyelids are just barely open, and his body has entered a state of fight or flight.
"Ma'am, we need you to leave for a few moments. Once he's stable, we will come back to get you."
"Whatever it takes." You respond.
You try to gently dismantle your hand from his, but due to himself entering semi-consciousness, he won't budge. His fingers are locked tightly with yours.
"Eddie? Eddie, I'll be right outside. I'll be back, I promise! It's okay!"
He doesn't let go. He wants you to stay.
"His brain is looking for a safe space, which is common in those waking up from a coma. We need to test his consciousness level." Doctor Sheridan says. "We need you to talk to him after we make sure he doesn't choke."
After a gut wrenching scene that you had to make yourself look away from, you follow the doctor's directions.
"Eddie?" She calls. But she receives nothing. Eddie's either confused, or completely lost his sense of self.
His hand is still gripping yours like a vice. Your hand however, is quaking with anxiety.
"Eddie?" You call softly.
He gives you a series of small whimpers, as if he's trying to tell you something.
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