i'll tumble 4 ya | Eddie Munson x Reader

downtown we'll drown

"Hurry up will ya?"

"Oh my god, scoot over!"

"Ew, what the fuck did you just wipe on me?"

"Jesus, you shits never shut up."

The chaotic sounds coming from your living room were nothing new. It had become a usual occurrence for the rowdy group of teenagers to crash into your living room. Despite your best efforts, they rarely skipped their weekly visits to your couch. It had become routine at this point, their forced entry into your home stretching months. The only issue is that had demands, and god knows what they would do if you didn't meet those demands. It's not that you necessarily minded, more that your bank account was slowly aching from their requests for pizza, movies, sodas, and snacks. You couldn't blame them though; freshmen were rowdy and new to the high school scene, and you supposed your house became some kind of solace for them.

Luckily for you, you had enlisted the help of a few of your friends, albeit they were begrudging to help 'babysit.' Steve tried to blow you off, saying he "babysat those shitheads enough for a lifetime," but after a little persuasion he caved and helped you out. Robin and Nancy agreed pretty easily, you were close with them after all. There was one friend of yours that you didn't even have to ask, however.

And that friend was Eddie Munson.

You'd been friends for years. You two were practically inseparable. His lively personality perfectly juxtaposed your own, making you a perfect match for each other. He helped you in whatever ways you needed, and when you'd shown up at his trailer to ask if he wanted to come over to help out with the rambunctious teens that had almost broken your door down, he hadn't even waited for you to finish your sentence before agreeing. He was just always there for you, and you were always there for him.

Looking back on it all, though, you really wish you'd shoved the Party out of your house on that first night they'd shown up. The noises flooding your living room were a rather violent reminder of how exhausted you'd be after they all left. You groaned, moving to pull the hot popcorn off of the stovetop. You shoved it into a large bowl and braced yourself for whatever madness you were about to see when you walked into the living room.

Christ, you needed to get new locks. The kids were sprawled around the living room, seeming to be arguing with each other. Nancy, Steve and Robin looked bewildered as they tried to calm the teens down from their sugar highs. Eddie looked in your direction as you broke the threshold of the living room. He grinned at you and hopped up out of his seat to take the bowl out of your hands.

"Fuck, they'll be the death of me," you said to him with a huff of air. He chuckled at your words and you fought off the heat that threatened to make its presence known on your face.

"'s alright, princess," he whispered, "how about we kick 'em out pretty soon?"

Your eyes lit up a tad bit and you nodded. It hadn't even been a couple of hours since their arrival but, god, you needed a break. Eddie cocked his head and smiled slightly, turning to hand the freshmen the bowl of popcorn.

"Alright, kids! Last bowl of popcorn before you have to get the hell outta here. Y'know, you're all real pains in the ass and frankly I think you're all out past your bedtimes," Eddie teased the Party. Steve nodded in agreement, a grin breaking out across his face.

"Aw, cmon Eddie! Where else are we supposed to get all this food and be able to watch whatever movies we want?" Dustin grumbled in protest, throwing his hands out to exaggerate his point.

Eddie simply shrugged his shoulders in response. It was all friendly banter, but Eddie was right about one thing; they all did need to be home pretty soon.