Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

Bittersweet

Y/N's POV
Wednesday, October 9th, 1985.

An assemblage of papers, textbooks, and notebooks were scattered across my living room floor as Eddie and I worked on the problem set packet we were assigned by Mr. Clarke that morning. The packet was a beast, with six pages of problems, front and back. It was heftier than the usual assignments, set to help prepare us for the upcoming quarter-final that was worth 20% of our grades for the semester. On my own, the packet would have taken me over an hour to complete, but with having to help Eddie with every single problem, we'd barely made our way through the first two pages in that time. It was worth the hassle though, as Eddie was actually doing pretty good in the class with a healthy C- average. It was no A, but it was enough to finally get him that goddamn diploma. As Eddie meticulously worked through the next problem, an aching hunger for chips became impossible for me to ignore.

"I desperately need a snack," I sighed as I pushed myself up into a sitting position. "You want anything?"

"No, thanks though," Eddie said, not looking up from his work as he focused intently on the paper in front of him. I smiled to myself, satisfied with his determined state, as I stood from the floor and headed into the kitchen. I opened the cabinets, surveying the barren shelves that were coated with dust, as I tried to recount the last time my dad had gone grocery shopping. It had to have been three weeks at this point. My stomach grumbled as I searched high and low for anything to satiate my craving for something heavily processed. My tummy's growls became deafening as I scoured the desolate kitchen when suddenly, a glistening silver pouch tucked behind a stack of plates caught my eye. Bingo. I retrieved the foil package and tore it open, practically drooling as the dull scent of cinnamon and stale pastry hit my nostrils. Like a gift from God himself, the last brown sugar pop tart sat in my palms. My dad most definitely hid it to save for himself, but as the saying goes, finders keepers. I shoved the stiff tartlet into my mouth, humming in delight as I reentered the living room and plopped down on the floor next to Eddie. I took another bite of the pop tart, it crackling unappetizingly between my teeth as Eddie turned to me with a scowl.

"Jeez, how old is that pop tart?" Eddie asked, his voice nasally as he scrunched his nose at me.

"I dunno, at least two years, judging by the taste," I shrugged, my mouth full.

"Baby, you've gotta stop eating junk food exclusively. It's actually melting your guts," Eddie scolded me, snatching the sacred foil bag from my grasp.

"Ew, first of all," I said, cringing as I swallowed a the painfully dry bite. "Second of all, I don't only eat junk food."

"Y/n, I've legitimately never seen you put a vegetable into your mouth," Eddie argued, not a hint of joking in his tone.

"I eat vegetables all the time," I rolled my eyes at him, reaching for the pop tart packet as he smacked my hand away. "Give it back."

"When was the last time? If you can tell me that, I'll give it back," He proposed, his lips creeping into an amused grin. I opened my mouth to answer as he put his finger up in front of my face, making me pause. "and pickles don't count."

"Um. Oh, I know! BLTs have vegetables on them," I said matter-of-factly as I placed my hands on my hips.

"Yeah, but you pick the lettuce and tomatoes off every time, babe," He pointed out. I sat in consideration for a moment, trying to come up with something, but I genuinely couldn't remember the last time I'd ate a vegetable. I sheepishly smiled at him, ashamed, as he shook his head in disappointment. "That's what I thought."

He shuffled around, pushing himself to stand before grabbing his jean jacket from the couch and sliding it over his arms.

"Where are you going?" I asked, craning my neck to look up at him as he towered over me.