'Strange Love' Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

The Milkshake Date Pt.2

You sit in the passenger seat of Eddies van. It smelt sweet but grassy, and the sounds of his humming to the Metallica on the radio was close to something from a home video. The sun glaring through every window and the wind rushing through your hair was even better. You turn to face him but his eyes were fixated on the road ahead, his hands tapping the steering wheel in sync to the drum solo.
You giggle at his tiny head bumps as they progressively get harder with every one of your laughs until finally, he raises his hands off the wheel and in front of him instead, beating some air drums with his air drumsticks.
"Alright, alright! Eyes on the road!" You remark, grabbing hold of the wheel.
Eddies cheeks dimple with a smile as he quickly glances over at you. "How's your ankle holding up? Is it healing okay?" He asks, looking down at the bandage.
"Actually...better than I would've thought for alien bats."
"Yeah? No rabies...? Fangs growing out your skull? Horns, maybe?" He jokes, earning an eye roll and a nudge from beside him. "Hey! I'm just checking...cause it would be pretty bad ass."
"In your dreams."

When the milkshake parlour comes into view, so do some familiar faces.
"Oh no..." You groan to yourself because standing outside the parlour, milkshakes in hand, were the faces of the basketball team. The leftovers of it, anyways.
"Hey, hey, relax." Eddie says softly, "They're not after us anymore and even if they were, It's not like I'd let them lay a finger on you...alright?"
Eddie places a hand on your exposed thigh, rubbing it up and down before turning into the parking lot with one hand and the help of his knees.
He swiftly noses into a parking space between two empty ones, a little bit crooked but he couldn't care less. After all, he had been to hell and back; parking was the least of his concerns.

You hop out of the van and so does he before making his way around to you. He keeps his eyes on the all too small basketball team as they eye him up and down. Their eyes then move onto you when Eddies hands find their way around your waist, turning your body to face his. They had heard through the grape vine about you, the girl of Patrick's dreams, and Eddie, the freak and full time cult leader. But seeing the two of you in the flesh and together at that...it was definitely new to them. Bizarre, even.

"I don't care if he saved the town, he's still a freak." One of them mutters.

You shut your eyes and rest your forehead against Eddies chest. It made you sad to have to listen to that and Eddie could tell.
"Can't please everybody, Y/N." He says as he lifts your chin up to face him, "They're just a bunch of  obsessive, jealous weirdos...aren't they? Hm?"
You begin to smile adoringly, standing up on your tippy toes as if to ask for a kiss and he follows through, pecking you on the lips. "Come on."
Eddies hand trickles down the sensitive skin on your arm, intertwining his fingers with yours and guiding you along the crowded side walk as the jocks stares stay consistent, as if they had no shame at all. That was until you were only several feet in right in front of them now, their eyes scarcely retreated to their sneakers. Even though you were once considered 'friends' with these losers, they were too cowardly to spare even a single glance your way.
Not while Eddie was around, at least.

Eddie pulls the entrance door open before gesturing his arm out in front of him.
"Mi'lady." He says with a cartoonish bow.
You wanna laugh but the smile on his face was much too adorable, so you courtesy back, matching his energy.
Eddies arm instantly flings to your side, not long after came his breathy voice grazing against your ear. "See? They're not so tough without their boyfriends." He says, referring to Andy and Jason who were somewhere inside a cold and dull prison cell.

After Ordering your milkshake of choice, which happened to be a jumbo strawberry one to share, meant for couples like you and Eddie, you take a seat at an empty table. One of the tables with the cushioned booths by a window, the best kind.
"What about you?" You ask out of the blue.
"Hm?" He hums with a straw between his lips.
"I mean, your bites." You say, "I don't mean to pick up old conversation but..." Your eyes follow up his arm until the purple haze of a bruise caused by the jaws of a demo-bat is seen peeping from beneath his collar.
"Ahem- Oh, they're fine." He responds with a shrug, "Don't you worry about me, Y/N~ It's not like they're serious or anything, I mean I can still walk fine which I'm sure you can't." His lips curl into a smirk before biting down on the straw again and it made you roll your eyes this time, smiling of course, but you know a low blow when you see one.
"What? Am I wrong?" He chuckles now, unable to suppress his laughter at your expression.
"I'm no doctor but a bite to the neck is uh...definitely more serious than a bite to the ankle." You say, "And considering they're like monster bats or whatever the hell, I'm surprised you haven't turned into a vampire or anything."
"Would you still date me if I was?" He playfully asks.
"Are you kidding me?"
Eddies face drops but you only smile harder.
"I think I'd love you more." You laugh.
"Wow."

Amidst the teasing back and forth, a waitress dressed in yellow and a frilly white apron approaches your table, placing in front of you a delicious looking banana split. Your mouth immediately began to water at the generosity of the chocolate syrup but Eddie was only sat confused.
"Uhhh- hahaaa~ this looks great and all but I didn't order this...did I?"
"Hmph," she huffs, "Complimentary desert from our new chef over there." The waitress lazily points behind her towards a long haired guy in a shirt patterned with leafs and mushrooms topped with a little name tag that reads 'Argyle'. Totally not matching the aesthetic of the lady in front of you but his smiley nature seemed true.
"Oh..." You raise your hand up to wave at him but another cook, evidently tired of his idleness, drags him off towards what looked to be a stove top where they flip burger patties.
"Yeah, giving out free food the same day we hire him, tsk, can't say we blame him though." She adds, "You guys are the hero's of Hawkins, aren't ya?"
"Oh! Uh- well...I guess we are." You nervously laugh.
The praise from all corners of the town gets uncomfortable after a while.

The waitress helps herself to conversation, rambling on and on about how hard she had it during the panic of it all, completely ignorant towards you, Eddie and your date. Her lacy apron and pastel coloured uniform couldn't have ever prepared you for her callowness.

Eddie seemed to go quiet.

"So, then my husband chose to pack his computer of all things saying something about 'internet' whatever that is, but I was like- no and threw it on the curb! Smashed it into itty-bitty pieces because like- who does he think he is? Anyways-"
The waitresses droning became nothing but background noise as you watch Eddie from across the table.

He looked absent minded.

The absence turned into what looked more like pain as his brows furrowed inwards, almost sadly, and his hand slowly began to reach behind him where he hesitantly and delicately touched the back of his neck.

Like it hurt.