Eddie Munson x Henderson! reader
Summary: When Mike accidentally lets it slip that Eddie’s crush is Dustin’s sister, nobody believes him. That is until the girl in question walks straight up to the table to talk to her younger brother. Why did nobody believe him?
Warnings: henderson! Reader (I tried to make it as inclusive as possible though), curse words, Fem! Reader, Eddie fully being in love, fluff, no spoilers
Mike hadn’t meant to start all of this. It was an innocent question meant for Dustin about who was gonna pick them up today, but the outcome led to whatever this argument is.
“You’re full of shit Henderson.” Eddie points his finger accusingly, and Dustin sputters in shock at the accusation of him being a liar.
“I’m not! She’s my sister!”
“You can’t just claim that your sister is on the cheerleading team and expect us to believe you man! Especially not her”
Her. The girl in all of his classes that wears pretty dresses and tiny mandated cheerleading skirts. The girl that always smelled like the same sweet perfume. Seriously, what was that scent? It drove him crazy. The girl that stood up for him two years ago when Jason Carver was talking shit about him loudly in the hall. The girl that he has never once seen interact with Dustin.
Dustin is offended to say the least, why is it so impossible to think that he’s related to a pretty girl? He’s not that weird. Is he? “That’s my sister, Munson! And she’s not as sweet an innocent as your twisted brain has made her out to be. She’s a nerd like me! Her favorite band is Black Sabbath for Christ’s sake!”
Dustin thought this would immediately turn Eddie off of his sister. Why did he think that? The moment he sees Eddie’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree at the mention of his favorite band, Dustin knows that he screwed up. Big time.
“That girl over there,” Eddie points to Dustin’s sister sitting at her usual table “doesn’t like Black Sabbath. And that’s a weak attempt at convincing me.”
Dustin turns in his seat at the lunch table, looking at Mike, who won’t meet his eyes, for back up.
“Yeah Eddie, that’s his sister.” Mike defends Dustin after a little too long, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He still feels guilty that he started all of this. Maybe if he could just keep his loud mouth shut- Mike rolls his eyes at his own internal thoughts.
Eddie is baffled. He was baffled when one member of his party started lying to him, but two?? “I’ll believe it when I see it.” he sits back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest.
“See what?” Dustin practically shrieks in frustration “our genetic code? That’s my sister!”
Other students sitting around this pointless argument have started looking over. Dustin can feel their judgemental eyes on him and normally he would’ve shrunk into himself, embarrassed, but today he’s too frustrated to even care. What were they looking at?
“Why didn’t you tell us you had a cheerleader sister?” Gareth pipes up, amused by their quarreling.
There’s so many reasons that this question tips Dustin over the edge, but the main reason is just that he’s so protective of his only older sister. Especially after all the upside down shit they’ve endured together. What’s wrong with that?
So, an aggravated Dustin speaks without thinking, immediately smacking his hand over his mouth after yelling “Because Eddie has a type and I don’t want him going after my sister!” holy shit.
The table is quiet for a couple moments, everybody looking between Eddie and Dustin. holy shit again. The silence is so loud in this busy cafeteria that Dustin swears his ears are ringing. this it dustin thinks he’s about to kick me out of the party.
They watch as Eddie sits forward again, palms smacking flat on the table, loudly, compared to the hush yell Eddie directs at dustin. “Listen here you little twerp. I already have a thing for her and you knew this!” For a moment he thinks about the fact that he’s a 20 year old man, sitting in a high school cafeteria, fighting a 15 year old, but he quickly casts that aside. “you knew this! And she’s not your sister.”
Dustin is positively done. He didn’t know this, and he’s not sure he wanted to know this, “You’re sick.”
“what? I’m sick?? You’re the one who kept this from me, knowing I’ve liked her since, I don’t know? forever!”
“I didn’t know! Oh god. This is just the thing I was trying to a-“ Dustin’s sentence is cut off when he feels a hand in his hair. He flinches back hard and whips his head to see his older sister standing there, in her cheer uniform, ruffling his hair.
She laughs when he jerks at the unknown hand in his curls and Eddie swears it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.
Eddie takes her in. He notices that her skirt is slightly crooked, eyes ghosting over her thighs, higher, higher, h- Eddie forces himself to look away. He counts to ten and lets himself look at her again, opting somewhere higher then her thighs, like her face. she’s so pretty.
“Jeez dusty, it’s only me.”
He breath he lets out in relief is almost comical, “What’re you doing here?”
“You have a campaign tonight, right? Just wanted to know if Mike needs a ride home too?” The boy in question nods.
Eddie feels invisible. She hasn’t looked at him once, but he’s starting to feel glad. He really should’ve run the comb through his hair. And why didn’t he change his shirt? He’s wearing the same over worn hellfire club shirt he wore yesterday.. and maybe the day before that. He He curses his past self.
“What time? 6:00? I can always hang in the car if you run late, maybe grab dinner for all of us- dusty? Where’s your food?”
Dustin picks at the hem of his hellfire shirt, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He doesn’t know which is worse, the fact that his sister keeps calling him ‘dusty’ in front of all of his totally cool new high school friends or the fact that he has to admit to forgetting his lunch, “I forgot it in the kitchen.”
She shakes her head in amusement, but she’s picked up on his embarrassment. She always does. Silently, not wanting to embarrass her poor brother even more, the girl sets her lunch box on the table and pulls out a sandwich wrapped in tin foil, “Which half d’you want?”
Eddie watches this interaction quietly, heart pounding out of his chest. She is Dustin’s sister after all, and she’s so sweet. Normally, if this were any other person, he’d be up, maybe on the table, shouting and teasing her a little for wandering to the freaks lunch table. But no, he’s too nervous. He feels like he might throw up. he’s never been this close to her before. 7 feet has never felt closer.
She seems to notice his unwavering stare on her, and looks up to give him a little smile and wave, while Dustin takes half of her sandwich. His head is spinning.
Dustin either hasn’t noticed Eddie’s uncharacteristic silence, like his sister has, or is purposely ignoring him. He just watches his sister fold the tin foil over her half of the sandwich carefully and then stick it back into her vibrant pink, yellow, and blue lunchbox.
Dustin eyes her thermos that’s laying in the bottom of her bag. She barely ever brings it, why did she bring it today? “What’s in the thermos?”
“Curiosity killed the cat, dusty.”
oh? “Tell me what’s in the thermos.”
She looks up at him, almost guiltily, like she’s hiding something from him in there. Eddie wonders to himself how Dustin picked up on it so quickly.
“Fine,” She huffs as she digs into her bag to pull out the thermos Dustin is demanding to look into.
Eddie could laugh when he sees it. A purple, white, and pink, Jem & The Holograms thermos lays in her hands as she hands it to Dustin. He eyes his sister suspiciously and opens it, gasping loudly at the contents. She adverts her eyes anywhere but him. Quickly he pulls out two Hostess pudding pie packages and stares down at them, “I thought we ran out of these a week ago!”
“I might’ve hid two in the back of the pantry.”
Dustin side eyes her hard, “seriously?”
“What! Don’t act like you haven’t done it before,” She snatches one out of his hand and shoves it in her lunchbox, along with her thermos, “you can keep that one, gremlin.” he gapes at her.
Faintly he can hear Mike behind him say “I do that to Holly and Nancy all the time.”
“Thanks, I guess.” Dustin sasses his sister as he pockets the pie with an eye roll.
“Don’t thank me, it’s got your grubby little finger prints in it now.”
Eddie expects some witty comeback from the young boy In front of him, there’s always something, but to his surprise the siblings just look at each other and let out quiet giggles at their banter. oh god. Her laugh is bouncing around his skull- Is he getting lightheaded?
“Does 6 o’clock work for you?” She asks again, looking up at him while she does up her lunchbox zipper, and Dustin has to backtrack to remember why she’s asking this.
“Yeah I guess it does,” he turns to Eddie, who’s staring hopelessly at his sister right behind him, and rolls his eyes, “6 is alright, right Eddie?”
Eddie slowly blinks at Dustin and snaps out of his trance to say “yeah! 6 o’clock. Perfect.” before giving his best smile to the cheerleader leaning against the opposite end of the table.
She smiles bashfully back at him, tucking some hair behind her ear and letting out a soft “okay.”
Eddie watches as she fiddles with the silver charm bracelet on her wrist. Is that a Star Wars charm? Dustin feels like he’s going to be sick, “can you not flirt with my sister right In front of me? Thanks.”
Immediately her face drops. She snaps her head to her brother, quickly says “Shut up Dustin.” and walks away to her normal lunch seat next to Chrissy Cunningham. Eddie follows her with his eyes the whole way there, and watches when she smiles as Chrissy wraps an arm around her best friend.
“goddamn, someone’s moody” Dustin mutters. Mike looks away from him and let’s out quiet laughs like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to laugh at other peoples siblings.
“Hey! Don’t talk about your sister like that, dusty.” Eddie defends. Oh, Dustin is already so sick of this. So so so so sick of this.
“So.. I get to see her again when she picks you freshies up today?”
“No you don’t.” Dustin snaps.
Someone touched a nerve, “Didn’t she say something about dinner?” Eddie gives Dustin his trademark grin.
“Don’t even think about it, Munson.”
