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Working Nine to Five
(Part two is called What a Way to Make a Living)
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EDDIE MUNSON X FEMALE READER
Dramatised version on true events, themes of stalking and foul language used in these
Having a nine to five in a rarely visited record store was... exhausting.
With the lack of customers there was nothing to do but sit behind the counter all day. The moment somebody came in and actually bought something, the shelf it came from would be restocked in three seconds flat.
Y/N sat in the chair behind the counter. The chair was taller than most, allowing her to easily see over the counter she should have been stood behind. A pen was in her hand as she tried to remember what stock they needed for the coming month. As always, it wasn't a lot.
This happened to be the day that Eddie Munson came into the store. He'd been to every record store in Indianna, if felt like, bar from this one. This one was dimly lit and always empty. Eddie had gone past it a few times in the past, only noticing it when he saw a girl outside, putting up a poster.
It wasn't the record store that caught his attention, it was her.
When Eddie went into the store, he wasn't noticed. The only employee was too busy scribbling something down on a piece of paper. As he browsed through the collection, he wasn't noticed. It was only when he found something he vaguely recognised and took it up to the counter was he finally noticed.
"Oh, shit, sorry," she said and pushed away her piece of paper. Picking up the record, the girl looked at it for a minute before looking at Eddie.
There was slight judgement in her expression. "What?"
"Nothing, you just don't look like a Queen guy, that's all."
In truth, Eddie wasn't a Queen guy. He just knew everybody and their gran seemed to love them. They were a safe option to take up to the pretty girl at the counter.
"Don't get me wrong, it's a good album, definitely worth a listen," she said and Eddie paid for it. He left the record store that day with a red face.
That wasn't the last time Eddie went to the store. Only a few days later he went back in. It was the same bored, pretty girl sat behind the counter. This time she noticed him, perking up when he came through the door.
"So," she began as he strolled towards the counter, "how did you find that album?"
Slowly, Eddie nodded. "Listened to and enjoyed," he said, but his face told a different story.
Y/N grinned at him. "Do you want help finding something a bit more you?"
Visibly, Eddie deflated. "Yes," he cried in a rather dramatic fashion. He straightened himself up before saying, "yes please."
The two searched through the shelves. At points Y/N would pull out a record and show it to Eddie. But he either owned it already or knew he hated it. This guy had specific taste and, as much as he didn't want to admit it to the gorgeous sales assistant, they probably wouldn't find what he was looking for.
It had been close to an hour when they found a Metallica album. Eddie already had the record, of course, but he bought it anyway. "Thank you... Y/N," he said, reading across her name badge. "Huh, pretty name."
That definitely wasn't supposed to come out. He went red and looked down at his new records. "What's your name?" Y/N asked, playing it cool. But, inside, she was freaking out.
"Eddie."
They shook hands, like they were in some business meeting.
Eddie took that as his leave. Things were already uncomfortable, he didn't want to make them any worse.
But he came back. This time, though, Y/N was nowhere to be seen.
Eddie strolled into the shop with a beaming smile on his face. He looked to the counter, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light. But, when he saw who it was, he stopped.
This guy was maybe in his late 40's, early 50's. He had shitty tattoos up his arms, pierced ears and dyed black spiky hair. He held a cigarette in his hands as he stared blankly at Eddie.
"Can I help you, Sir?" He asked, too excited to be doing his job.
Eddie stepped back when the other guy went to move out from behind the counter. "Uh, I'm looking for Y/N?" He questioned.
"All right then," the guy said quietly, clearly unhappy as he moved back behind the counter.
A moment later, Y/N appeared from the back room. Balancing on her hip she had a box of records. "Eddie," she beamed, excitement lacing her voice.
He rushed over, taking the box from her.
It was clear as they restocked together that Eddie wasn't there as a customer. They talked and laughed as they restocked the shelves. When the other employee in the shop came over, Y/N went quiet, her face like stone. "Can you please just alphabetise the pop section," she said to him, still looking at Eddie.
When he was gone, they went right back to talking and laughing. At one point Eddie got real close. For some it was probably too close for comfort but for Y/N, it was perfect. "So, what's the deal with that guy?" He asked, his voice a hushed whisper.
Y/N rolled her eyes. "The old manager let him do whatever he wanted and never told him how to do the job properly. Every time he made a mistake we'd just fix it without telling him. The new manager is trying to get him fired because of how shitty he's been since he started," she confessed. Her eyes were always on the other employee.
When they were done restocking together, Eddie knew it was time to take his leave. "Come to the counter really quickly," Y/N said when he tried to go. She pulled out a bit of paper from the register and quickly wrote down her number. "I get off at six."
"Then I will be calling you, Madame, at six thirty." Eddie even added a bow as he walked out of the shop. But, at the way she was grinning and laughing at him, he'd definitely won her over.
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What about catching Eddie while he cries? He‘s the type of person to hide his true feelings from others, we all know that (cafeteria scene with Jason, that’s all I’m saying)…there‘s probably no one who knows the real him. The real Eddie. Not even Wayne. Eddie sits in his room late at night, all high or drunk while playing some sad melodies he has written himself when he feels it. He feels how hard it gets to breathe and how his eyes go all blurry. Not every night is like this, most of the time he‘s way too stoned, that he just goes to bed after making himself some "food" (cereal because our poor boy can’t cook). But tonight it’s one of the fucked up nights. The nights where he thinks about how his "father“ left him, his mother died, his grades and the fact that he‘s been trying to graduate since forever now. He feels useless, dumb, like he‘s worth nothing. He can’t even help his poor uncle with the bills and he really tries to help. But the drug deals don’t make enough money to survive. So when he finishes the last few notes of the song he can feel how hot tears start to stream down his face. Everytime this happens he just feels so embarrassed, so pathetic, so sad. No one ever cared for him in that way, he hates to admit it but it breaks his heart. Knowing that there‘s no one who truly understands and accepts him. The real him. Suddenly his bedroom door opens and he never swiped away the tears so fast. He looks to his, now opened, bedroom door and sees…you? It‘s literally 1am, what would you do at his trailer at this time ? Sure, you two of you are best friends for a while now but he doesn’t remember giving you a key for his home. Your eyes meet his and it doesn’t take you long to realize what you‘ve just interrupted. "Oh my god, are you okay?!" You ask and walk over to him, taking his soft hands into yours as soon as you sit in front of him. His eyes lock with yours against, tears filling them insteadly. No one ever asked him if he‘s okay. It‘s a simple question and it breaks his heart. You see how his lips start to wobble a bit, how his cheeks turn red and his tears start to spill. Your arms wrap around him insteadly after you put away his beloved guitar, pulling him in for the softest bit most immediate hug ever. Your hand finds it’s way to his hair and you start to stroke his head slowly.
"It‘s okay Eddie…I‘m here, You’re Safe. I promise"
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The Lady and the Lord
Chapter 7
Eddie munsom x fem!reader
This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰
Chapter summary: pur young adults are stuck in the Upside Down and they do need to get back. But this experience might not be all bad.
Chapter warnings: spoiler season 4, blood, injuries.
If someone told me this morning I'd find myself fighting demonic creatures in the UpsideDown... again... I would've scoffed... loudly.
But yet... that's exactly what I'm doing now: fighting demonic bats in the Upside Down with... oars.
We got rid of some bats that were biting on Steve's sides, but they keep coming and coming.
"Nancy!" I scream as she's attacked by a bat on her back "Stay still"
I strike with all the force I got, the bat whimpers and flies away.
Eddie and Robin got here too, luckily I might add because there are way too many bats for only three people, one of them being held down too.
As they fight off some of those creature I turn to check on Steve who managed to free himself from the bat's hold around his neck and grabs its tail.
"Come here"
"Shit shit shit"
We're all busy using everything possible to hit and kill these things. As I'm about to hit another bat away, another one attached itself to my left arm, biting down.
"Fuck!" I instinctively yell, shaking my arm to get rid of it, but no use.
"I got it, I got it" Eddie runs towards me hitting the bat to the ground and I immediately impale the thing.
"Thanks" I breathlessly say and he nods.
We turn around hearing Steve grunting, seeing him smashing the same bat, that held him down, on the ground and at the end ripping the creature in two.
Quite the hot scene.. if you ask me.. but anyway, the most important thing is that he's.. alive, not sure if he's okay, but he's alive.
I run to him, along with Nancy.
"Steve.."
"Jesus H. Christ!" I hear Eddie yell out of frustration.
"Oh shit... how you feel?" I say looking at Steve's wounds.
"Well, they took about a pound of flesh" he tells us "but other than that, yeah, never better"
"Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?" Robin asks suddenly, as she looks at one of the dead bat on the ground.
"What?" Steve asks, very confused.
"It's just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. And I think we should probably get you to a doctor, like, really soon, because once symptoms set in, it's too late. You're already, like, dead." She rambles.
"Robin, I'm sure-" I start, wanting to reassure her, but I get cut off by the sound of creature chittering.
We look towards the noise and see those bats again, flying towards us, but not quite... they gather around the gate.
"All right. There's not that many" Steve tries "we can take 'em. Right?"
More chittering... and more bats coming.
"You were saying?" Robin says.
"Shit"
"The woods. Come on" Nancy starts to run towards the woods and we all follow her carefully not stepping on the vines.
We ran until we arrive to the Upside Down version of Skull Rock and hide under the stone waiting for the bats to fly beyond that place. All ears to see when the right time to come out arrives.
"Oh.. okay. That was close" Robin comments as we get up.
"Yeah, too close" Eddie replies in a small voice.
"Oh sh.. shit" Steve whispers as he lean on the rock for support.
"Steve.. jesus" Nancy's immediately by his side.
"I'm fine. I'm fine" he replies.
"You're clearly not, Stevie. You're losing too much blood" I tell him getting closer too.
"Yeah exactly" Nancy agrees as together we look closely at those bites.
"C'mon, c'mon sit" she tells him.
Steve with a painful grunt sits.
"Oh" Robin comes closer too.
"That's... a big bite" I comment "does anyone have something to use as.. a bandage or something?" I ask.
Nancy immediately rips her shirt.
"Okay" Robin kneels down with us "so the good news is I'm pretry sure wooziness is not a symptom of rabies. But if you start having hallucinations or muscles spasms, or you start feeling aggressive, like you wanna punch me, let me know."
"Robin" Steve stops her.
"Yeah?"
"I kinda wanna punch you" he says, making me giggle with some relief.
"Sense of humor's still intact. That's a good sign" she laughs nervously and turn to look at me, I nod to help her calm down.
Nancy is ready with the "bandage".
"Here" I help Steve standing straight off the rock, just enough to let Nancy cover his wounds.
While Nancy finishes knotting the ripped shirt on Steve I get up and walk close to Robin as Eddie climb up a big stone to get a better look at the surrounding, I think.
"So, uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?" He asks turning to us.
"Basically, yeah" I answer.
He just nods and goes to climb back down, but Nancy warns him.
"Watch out for the vines. It's all a hive mind."
"It's all a what?" Eddie says confused.
"All the creepy crawling around here, dude. They're, like, one or something" Steve tell him "step on a vine, you're stepping on a bat, you're stepping on Vecna"
"But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people, obviously?" Robin asks.
"As far as I understand it, yeah" Nancy replies.
"So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate" Robin suggests, in her ramble.
"I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah, sure" Steve tell her.
"We don't have to go all the way downtown for guns" Nancy starts "I have guns in my bedroom."
"You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?" Eddie asks, completely surprised.
"Full of surprises, isn't she?" Robin chimes in.
"A Russian Makarov and a Revolver" she specifies.
"Yeah, you almost shot me with that one" Steve remembers.
"You almost deserved that" Nancy replies with a smirk.
Nancy and Steve shares a long stare, luckily, interrupted by Eddie throwing his denim vest.
"For your modesty, dude" he tells him.
"Wait... Nancy" I say, turning to look at her "does that mean you still have my shotgun?"
"I think.. the one Hopper gave you at Starcourt?" She asks and I nod "yeah.. I think I still got it"
"And you have a shotgun.. I shouldn't be surprised anymore.. but shit" Eddie comments.
Before I could answer him another earthquake interrupts us, and makes us fall to the ground.
Nancy against Steve, who holds her as best as he can, me against Eddie next to Robin.
I instinctively grab his hand, more to hold onto something than anything else at this moment, and I feel his other hand holding me close.
Once the earthquake stops Eddie speaks up.
"So guns seem like a pretty good idea to me"
"Definitely" I agree and I get up, helping Robin too.
"So, what are we waiting for?" Steve says, walking in the direction of Nancy's house, torch in hand. "Let's go"
"Yes, mommy" I mutter.
"I heard you" he says back.
I flip him off and, with the others, I follow him.
I walk along side Eddie noticing his nervous demeanour.
"Hey" I softly calls.
"H-hi" he replies.
"All good here?" I ask.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" he quickly says.
"You know" I start, wanting to make him feel a little bit better "the first time we faced these kind of things, uh, I was scared shitless.. I didn't know what those things were, I didn't know where they were coming from, I didn't know why they were here."
"Must've been terrifying" he comments.
"Yeah, a lot, but now, if I think about our first experience... well, that looks like an easy D&D campaign. The easiest you could think of" I say with a small chuckle, noticing his small smile I continue "You're dealing with the worst of them all and you're behaving so so much better than me back then"
"Now you're just saying that" he says, sending me a sceptical look.
"You don't believe me, my lord?" I ask faking offence, putting my hand on my heart.
"I think, m'lady, that you're being simply too kind" he replies.
"I'm just being honest" I tell him "if it wasn't for those kids I would be dead by now. Not because of those creature, but because of fear" I let out a small laugh.
"You're saying we shouldn't worry then?" He asks.
"I'm afraid we should be worried... this thing is.. far worse than anything we've faced before. I'm not one to sugar-coat something. But.. the thing is that each time seems worse than the previous one, yet we managed to survive each time, so... I'm hopeful" I turn to smile at him.
"Shit.. we do need you at Hellfire. Smart, pretty, great sense of humor and... very cool rings too... perfect" he smiles, and I could simply melt in this exact moment. I look away quickly, trying to hiding my embarrassment.
"Not as cool as yours" I say looking everywhere but him.
"Oh these?" He ask, waving his hands in my face playfully and I laugh, trying not to stare at his hands too much... his hands are just.. too distracting.
We stay silent for a while before I remember something.
"Oh, uh.. I made you something" I tell him, checking my pockets, hoping I didn't lose it somewhere.
"You.. you made me something?" He seems surprised.
"Yeah" I still checking until I find it. "Here... helps with the fidgeting"
I hand him a small black beads ring.
"Wow" he simply says.
"Hope it doesn't ruin your metalhead look" I joke.
"You kidding? This would only make it better" he says. "Thank you. That's very sweet of you, m'lady"
He winks.
"Shut up" I smile again, feeling my cheeks warming more and more as he just looks at me with that sweet smile.
"Why do you know how to use a shotgun?" He suddenly asks.
"Hopper taught me" I answer with a sad smile.
"Oh... cool of him." He comments.
"Yeah. He had so much patience" I chuckle at the memory, looking down with a sad smile.
"Hey.. I'm sorry" Eddie sweetly whispers.
"Don't be. You didn't do anything." I smile at him.
I see him reaching out to my hand but Steve's voice stops him.
"Hey" Steve slows down to catch up with us, and I see Eddie rolling his eyes.
"How's your arm, honey?" Steve asks me.
"What? Oh" I look down to my left arm "Oh, uh.. not that bad, I think"
"I think it needs a bandage or something" Steve says, ready to run up to Nancy and Robin and ask them.
"I got it" Eddie chimes in, he seems almost annoyed though.
Eddie grabs his bandana from his back pocket and goes to wrap my arm in it.
"I'm gonna ruin it" I protest moving away.
"As if I care more about a bandana than you" he instantly says. Surprising not only me and Steve, but also himself I think, considering he widened his eyes slightly.
"Stop complaining, honey" Steve says.
Eddie glare at him just for a second before wrapping the bandana around my injured arm and I hiss at the pain.
"Sorry" he softly says.
"Nah, it's fine" I groan.
He finishes rather quickly. "Here, m'lady"
"Thank you" I say rubbing my arm, just slightly.
"Hey hey don't rub it" Steve stops my movement.
I scoff. "I'm gonna see if Robin and Nancy too will treat me like a child"
I walk faster towards Nancy and Robin.
"Hey, oh! Oh shit, uh, your arm! Are you okay? Do you feel any-"
"I'm fine, Robin. Don't worry. I actually didn't even notice until Steve pointed it out" I chuckle.
"Good.. Good.. but, uh, tell me if you don't feel good okay?" She asks and I nod.
"Promise?" Nancy asks.
"Promise" I say.
I walk a little slower to stay a bit with my thoughts.
I can hear Steve and Eddie talking, but I don't pay too much attention to them at the moment. Focusing instead on the shotgun and when Hopper taught me how to use it.
"Why do I have to learn how to use this?" I asked Hopper, annoyed, as he hand me a shotgun.
"Because, since you refuse to accept any sort of help from me, I'm gonna at least teach how to defend yourself" he answered, exasperated.
"I just refused to live with you" I clarified.
"Exactly" he said "you live alone, it's dangerous. Now again."
I aimed at the empty bottles in front of me.
I shot.
Missed.
"Fuck" I muttered.
"Language." He warned "you're getting closer though. Practice makes perfect. That's how I became... me" he adds proudly.
" Oh. So you're saying you're perfect now?" I challenged with a scoff.
"How come you're so quiet with everyone, but with me you're this noisy?" He spat.
"I..." I stuttered. It was true, he was one of the few people I was comfortable enough to be... a bit louder.
I looked down, ashamed, and heard him sighing.
"Come here" he said patting a spot beside him on the fence.
"I'm sorry" I quietly said with a sigh.
"Nah.. don't apologise. Actually.. it's good you're noisy with me" he assured me.
"Why?" I asked, not understanding what he meant.
"Because it means you trust me enough to speak your mind" he explained. "I see you with those kids, that Wheeler girl, and Joyce's son and that... one with the cool hair"
"Steve" I reminded him.
"Yeah yeah that guy. I see the difference between you talking with them and you talking with anyone else."
"Really?" I asked, once again.
"Yeah! You see, when you talk to your friends you're visibly calm, open and you actually talk, joke and get angry too. But when it's someone you don't know talking to you, you wrap your arms around you, shielding yourself, you talk very little or not at all, you play with your rings to have some sort of excuse not to look at the people you're with." He explained.
I never thought he actually cared this much about me.
"And you noticed all that?" I asked, more to not show that I was happy about it.
"Of course." He nodded "That's why, even though you're getting on my nerves with your comebacks.. I'm also very proud."
I laughed and he did too.
I miss him. Fuck... I really do.
When I hear Nancy's name I snap out of my mind.
"... what happened between you two" I hear Eddie saying. "But if I were you, I would get her back. 'Cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen."
Obviously, Steve still has a thing for Nancy.
I hope they sort this out... I don't want him to suffer again.
"What about you, uh?" Steve asks back.
"What about me, Harrington?" Eddie teases.
"Oh I think you know" Steve laughs.
"What? Want me to admit my feelings for Y/n? Saying that she's the only thing I've been thinking about since they paired us up for that stupid project? Or that she's so beautiful that all I want to do is just look at her.. maybe that's why I've been failing O'Donnels' class this whole time."He lets out a small laugh "everytime Henderson or Wheeler mentions her, for whatever reason, I can't help but feel jealous they get to spend so much time with her while I was too much of a coward to talk to her...Fuck.. I'm screwed, man" Eddie rambles, I'm speechless, I never thought he feel this way about... me.
I need all my strength not to turn around and ask him to tell me more.
"Why would you be screwed?" Steve's confused.
"Because... she deserves so much more. I can't do that to her" Eddie replies defeated.
"Let her decide that, uh?" Steve pats him on the shoulder.
Good answer, Steve.
I hear silence for a moment before Eddie's answer.. or more, question.
"There's nothing between you and Y/n, right?" He sounds insecure, almost.
"Man, you just made a whole speech about why I should get Nancy back, not even a few minutes ago, and now you ask if there's something between me and Y/n?" Steve asks in disbelief.
"Uh.. yeah" Eddie simply answers. "You call her 'honey' a lot"
"No, man, there's nothing. She's my best friend since..." He puffs, thinking "ever."
"And, uh, there has never been anything? Like at all?" Eddie checks.
"Well... I did have a crush on her.. for a while, but then we grew apart and... yeah it changed. Then Nancy happened..." Steve explains and I hear Eddie letting out a sigh of relief, but then Steve adds casually "We were each other's first though"
"Uh? What-"
Another earthquake interrupts him.
"Oh shit"
"Okay, second on my list of lists favourite things, earthquakes. Seriously, I'm unsteady enough as it is" Robin says.
I'm holding onto a tree and I see Nancy running and Robin calling for her.
I turn around to check on the boys and nid my head towards the direction Nancy went to and we quickly follow her.
When we spot her, thankfully, the earthquake ceases.
"C'mon" she tells us, walking towards her house.. or this alternate version of it.
"Thank god we were close" Robin breathes out.
"Yeah" I say out of breath.
The house... matches with the rest of the Upside Down, obviously.
Here the cute, clean rooms are dirty and there is this dark dust all over, and the vines are crawling over the walls and the furniture.
"Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler" Robin says, trying to enlighten the mood I think.
"C'mon. I don't want to stay here longer than we have to." Nancy walks upstairs.
"Agree. Definitely don't wanna add 'creepy dimension' to the weird places I had a panic attack in" I blurt out following her.
The others close behind us.
Once we get to her room, Nancy immediately goes to her wardrobe and takes a shoes box.
When she opens it, though, there are no guns... only a pair of shoes.
"Those aren't guns" Eddie sarcastically points out.
"These heels are pointy, but I was hoping for something on the line of a deadly projectile" Robin adds.
"I don't understand" Nancy comments, looking at me.
"You sure you left them here?" I ask.
"Yeah, maybe you left them somewhere else" Eddie tries, getting agitated.
"There's a six-year-old in the house. I know where I keep my guns" Nancy almost snaps at him "and also, I threw these away years ago"
I look down on her desk, thinking, but I notice some notes. Chemistry notes, I helped her writing them so we could practice at home... three years ago.
"Nance.." I say, handing her the notes.
"I get that grades are important to you two, but perhaps studying can wait till we get out of here?" Robin suggests.
"These are from sophomore chemistry." I explain, Nancy looks at me, catching up on what might be happening here.
"Yeah.. and this... this wallpaper, this is old wallpaper" Nancy informes moving around her room to look at the rest "and this mirror, this went to a yard sale. And you" she grabs a stuffed animal "You're not supposed to be here. No, I gave you to cousin Joanna two years ago"
Nancy then moves to grab a diary.
"What is it?" Eddie asks.
"Nancy? You're freaking me out" Robin urges her.
"This doesn't look good" I comment shaking my head waiting for Nancy to confirm my suspicions.
"I think the reason that my guns aren't here is because they don't exist yet" she answers.
"They don't... exist?" Eddie repeats, tensing up more and more each second.
"This diary should be filled of entries. It's not. The last entry is November 6, 1983. The day-"
"Will went missing" I cut her off, earning a nod from her. "The day the gate opened and everything started... we're in the past.. how?"
"I don't know" Nancy shakes her head, defeated.
Suddenly we hear Steve's voice yelling "Dustin! Dustin!" And we immediately hurry downstairs.
Steve's moving awkwardly in the dining room, looking at the ceiling calling Dustin's name.
"Maybe he really does have rabies" Robin suggests.
"Steve!" I call "What the hell are you doing?"
Steve points his torch to us, blinding us for a second.
"He's here. Henderson. That little shit, he's here. He's like...he's in the walls or something. Just listen" he explains breathlessly, pointing his finger up to make us pay attention to... whatever he heard.
As we listen closely, Steve keeps calling for Dustin, but we do manage to hear...his voice!
Oh shit.
"That brings us to the question you first raised" he seems to be saying.
"Oh shit! That's him" I exclaim.
Everyone starts to call for him, yelling his name, hoping he'll hear us.
"Guys! I don't think he can hear us." I grab their attention.
"Yeah, either he can't or he's being a total douchebag." Steve replies.
"Will found a way" I say.
"What?" Steve's turns to me.
"Will. He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights" Nancy goes to turn some lights on, with no use, nothing turns on.
Steve points his torch to the chandelier. "Guys? You seeing this?"
It's like there is some almost tangible energy surrounding the chandelier and we all gather beneath it.
I reach out to touch it.
"Shit.." I breath.
It's a weird feeling, warm and ticklish.
As we touch the energy around it, it enlightens.
"It.. tickles" Steve comments.
"It's weird, but... pleasant" I agree.
"Yeah" Eddie turns to look at me with a breathed chuckle.
"Does anyone know Morse code?" Nancy suddenly asks.
We all shake our head no.
"Wait, does SOS count?" Eddie asks, earning a light scoff from Robin "is that.. is that good?"
"Yeah, definitely" I tell him.
Immediately Eddie starts to touch the energy in Morse code.
"Yeah, that's working"
We managed to hear Dustin telling us to go to Nancy's room, where they're bringing Nancy's sister's toy. It's supposed to help us communicate more.. effectively.
Hopefully.
We wait kneeling at Nancy's bed, the tension devouring us.
"C'mon, c'mon" Steve keeps mumbling.
I keep fidgeting with my hands and rings, my breath getting heavier and heavier, but suddenly I feel a hand holding mine. I look up seeing Eddie, sending me a reassuring look even if he was just as tense, but it helps my breathing getting even again. He doesn't let go of my hand, though, not that I complain about it.
Dustin's faintly voice snaps us out of our moment.
"You.. seeing this?"
A small mass of energy appears in front of us, just like the one around the chandelier.
When we hear Dustin's laugh we know it's working.
I look at Steve who's already looking towards me, with his "We're okay" look. The one he always gives me when he sees me nervous.
"We're not moving it, but we're gonna unplug it. Stand by" Dustin says.
The energy seems to disappear, but Dustin urges to try again.
"Try it now"
Nancy, unsure, start to "draw" something on the line of "Hi" in the air, basically.
Eddie holds my hand a bit tighter.
They all answer.
"Hi"
"Hey! Hi. That worked!" Dustin exclaims.
"Yes!"
We all let out a sigh of relief and cheer. Robin lets out some relieved giggles.
"Okay. Um.." Nancy starts to draw again.
S T U C K.
"St... stuck!"
"That's what we are" Robin mutters.
"Mhm Mhm" Eddie vigorously nods.
"You can't get back through Watergate?" He asks.
"What the hell's water gate?" Steve asks.
" 'Cause it's in the water and it's a gate" Robin simply explains.
"Oh"
"That's cute" Eddie comments.
"Yeah" I agree.
"Righ, uh... no it's..."
G U A R D E D.
"Guarded. Uh the watergate is guarded" Dustin catches on.
Oh smart boy.
"Perfect, yes yes yes" Steve exclaims.
"We think we have a theory that can help with that" Dustin tells us.
"Genius child." Robin comments, feeling more relaxed now.
"We think watergate isn't the only gate. That there's a gate at every murder site."
"Does anybody understand what he's talking about?" Nancy asks us.
"Nope."
"No"
"No idea"
So she draw a question mark.
"Seriously? How many times do I have to be right on the money before you guys just trust me?" Dustin's voice sound pretty worked up.
"Jesus christ. This kid's gotta get his ego in check" Steve comments, slightly exasperated.
"It's his tone, right?" Eddie chimes in.
"I know" Steve agrees.
"Hey, it's your kid" I tease them.
"Okay so.. how far is your trailer?" Nancy asks Eddie.
"Seven miles?" He replies.
"Nancy?" Robin speaks "uh, I know your house here is, like, weirdly, creepily frozen in time and shit, but haven't you always had bikes?"
"She's right"
"Yeah.. yeah we have" Nancy answers.
We then tell the others to go meet us at Eddie's trailer and we go find the bikes, quickly riding them to Forest Hills Trailer Park.
Hopefully, Dustin's theory is correct once again. Being permanently stuck in the Upside Down is not in my plan, definitely.
Eddie leads the way and we all follow him on our bikes. We don't take much to get there, luckily.
"That's gotta be a Guinness World Record. Most miles travled interdimensionally." Robin jokes as we get off the bikes and head to the trailer.
"And the prize is getting out of here in one piece" I reply.
"Just inhaled a bunch of that crap. It's stuck in my throat." Steve complains couching.
Entering the trailer our attention is immediately on the ceiling. The gate.
"This is where Chrissy died" Eddie explains. "Like, right where she died"
"I think there something in there" Robin warns.
Something from the other side, probably, is trying to pierce through the thin veil of the gate.
"What the hell is that?" Eddie asks as we slowly get closer to inspect it better.
Suddenly the veil is broken and we step back, watching as some mysterious slimy material fall from the crack.
Steve get closer, carefully and we follow close behind.
As soon as we can see on the other side of the gate we all let out a sigh of relief.
There they stand, upside down, Dustin, Max, Lucas and Erica.
"No way" Steve half exclaims.
Dustin laughs as soon as he sees us.
God.. never thought I'd miss that laugh.
"Hi!" He greets.
We a say hi back, shocked... shockingly relieved though.
"Holy shit, this is trippy" Robin comments.
"Yeah.. that's the word" I say with a chuckle.
"Bada-bada boom!" Dustin exclaims ecstatic.
"Okay what's the plan?" Steve asks "how do we.. get back there?"
We all look at each other, uncertain on what to do.
"We got an idea" Dustin tells us.
"We're gonna use, uh, a rope or something and, like, drag you back here" Max explains.
"Yeah, we gonna need something you can fall onto" Dustin says "can we use your mattress?" He asks Eddie.
"Uh, sure, man. Sure" he replies, still out of breath.
"Oh, and the sheets for the rope" he adds.
"Whatever you need."
"Hurry please" Robin asks.
The kids get to work, Dustin and Erica making the rope and Max and Lucas bringing in the mattress. They put it right under the gate, or.. from our perspective, over the gate.
"Those stains are, uh..." Eddie starts explaining, noticing the particularly visible stains on his mattress. "I dunno what those stains are." He finally say, visibly embarrassed.
I try to hold back an amused smile, never thought he'd be the type to get embarrassed over something like this.
The rope is ready and Dustin is about to throw it to us.
"Not quite sure how these physic's gonna work. But, uh...here goes nothing" he finally launch the rope that extends itself like normal gravity permits.
"There we go, and if my theory is correct" Dustin is holding the other end and then lets it go.
The rope stays put... unbelievable.
"That's crazy" I let out a surprised chuckle.
"All right, pull on it! See of it holds" he instructs.
Robin immediately goes to pull on it. It does hold.
"Holy shit"
"Guess I'm the guinea pig" Robin says ready to climb up.
She climbs the rope, grunting and as soon as she get to the top, through the gate, she falls.. she actually falls on the mattress.
"Oh thank god" she exhales "that was fun"
I smile, relieved.
I look at the others seeing if anyone wants to go after her.
"My turn, I guess" I say, not seeing anyone else stepping up.
I pull, experimentally, at the rope and jump holding me up.
I slowly climb up, shit.. never been the athletic type.
Once on the edge of the gate, I feel like being sucked and instantly fall on the mattress, back in our world.
"Shit!" I say as I land, with a grunt. "Fun, yes, but to never do again" I say with a laugh.
Dustin helps me get up so the others can come back too. Max immediately come to hug me and I do too.
"You're okay?" I ask her.
"Yeah, you? What happened to your arm?" Dustin asks worried.
"Nothing unusual" I joke and they smiles.
I see Eddie climbing and then falling.
"That was fun. Shit" He then grabs Dustin hand and get up, getting beside to me and nudging my shoulder playfully.
"All good here?" He whisper to me.
"Yeah" I smile at him.
Now It's supposed to be Nancy's or Steve's turn, but something's wrong.
Steve's screaming Nancy's name, she just stands still.
"Wake up! Wake up! Nancy!" He keeps screaming.
"Oh no no no" I mutter.
"Vecna" Max speaks.
Shit.
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Call me Valentine Munson | Eddie Munson x Fem!reader
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Warnings: fluff, mention of smut, mention of drugs, Eddie smoking a joint, some hurt kinda? If I missed any please let me know!
Word count: 1.9k
A/n: I hate Valentine’s Day. I actually wanted to go into detail more and make this a longer OS but my absolute hate for that day is too big (sorry) plus I couldn’t handle even more soft/ hurt Eddie. I don’t wanna cry in the middle of the night lol. I‘m also still working on requests, please bare with me😭🫶
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You knew that Valentine’s Day would be new to Eddie, especially because he told you that he hates this goddamn day. 14th of February. His official "hate date“ how he likes to call it. He told you that he doesn't understand the concept of valentine's day, that he doesn't see the point in showing your loved one, all of your "love" for just that one day and that if it was up to him, he’d show his girlfriend love all the time. You gladly agreed with him, with the fact you both hate that day and will never be like the cheesy couples as soon as you got into a relationship yourself.
That was exactly one year ago when you and him were best friends only, nothing more. But now? Now you‘ve been dating the, number one Valentine’s Day-hater and even though the two of you agreed, that you will show each other how much you love the other every single day and that Valentine’s Day was complete bullshit, you‘re still sad that you won’t get anything on that special day.Well that‘s what you thought.
Why should he gift you something on the day he abhors the most? Why should he surprise you with something? He thinks you hate the day just as much as he does, right? So it‘s pointless to give yourself some hope for a small present or a rose.
So you started this day just like every other. Going to school, studying your ass off in the library during your break since your beloved boyfriend decided to stay at his trailer with the lame excuse that "he doesn’t want to see all the cheesy shit in the hallways" like he said on the phone when you called him from school earlier.So instead of hanging out with the only person that could brighten up your day a little, you sit here, alone, studying for the next biology test.
What a great Valentine’s Day.
The day goes by slower than usually. It‘s always like this when Eddie‘s not around you. The world gets grey and boring without him by your side. Minutes feel like hours and your lips barley form into a smile on these kind of days.
So when you stop your car in front of his dark trailer you should be on cloud seven, happy to be able to jump into his arms and give him a big hug, followed by a passionate kiss. But today‘s different. Of course you‘re happy that you can be by his side now, snuggle up to him on the sofa while watching a movie together and eat some popcorn…but the fact that you had to see all these happy couples together today did something with you.
You‘re disappointed. Disappointed that Eddie didn’t even think about showing up to school, so you at least were able to judge all these giggling, feet kicking couples together. It would have been a lot easier for you of he would have been by your side.
You shrug off all your thoughts before you step inside his trailer, not wanting to seem upset or sad so he’d feel bad at the end of the day. While you start to take off your shoes and jacket, you notice something very unusual. The trailer is quiet and all lights are turned off. The only source of light comes from Eddie’s room. Normally Eddie would stand in front of you already, wearing the cutest smile ever while he’d reach out for you, placing a soft kiss on your lips afterwards. Some music would be playing quietly in the living room because he knows you don’t like it, to get your ears blasted away after a long school day…but today there was nothing. No music, no hugs, no Eddie.
Did he forget that you wanted to come over?
"Hey Eddie! I‘m home" you say, your voice slightly raised, expecting him to hear you. When you don’t get an answer you start to worry. Maybe he‘s in his room? You think to yourself to calm your mind down from the instructive thoughts that start to fill your head. Taking a big, deep breath before you start walking towards your boyfriend’s bedroom, hoping that he’d be there. Exuberantly you swing open his door, expecting him to be sleeping on his bed or maybe writing something new for his upcoming D&D campaign with the boys. You were expecting anything but definitely not what you‘re seeing in front of you right now.
The dim lights of a few lavender candles being the only sources of light in his room. Filling the air with a pleasant smell, mixing together with the smell of weed, cologne and Eddie. His, usually very messy, bedroom is cleaned up. The clothes that would normally lie everywhere are hanging in his closet, the bed is freshly made, the random stuff and trash on his desk and shelf is gone too and it looks like he even vacuumed the room.
In front of you, you see your reason to smile every day. Eddie. He‘s holding a small bouquet of roses in front of his chest, his hair looks washed and fluffy just how you like it. He’s wearing a black jeans without any holes in it and his tattoo covered chest and muscular arms are hugged nicely, by a white button up shirt. As you step a little bit closer you‘re able to smell his scent, or how you like to call it, your personal drug since you can’t get enough of it. He‘s showing you the beautiful smile of his as he starts speaking softly.
"Too much?" His voice is barely above a whisper when you stand directly in front of him, the flowers being the only thing that keeps you away from pulling him into a tight hug. Your lungs feel empty and your mouth turns dry in the split of a few seconds. Like it was said, you expected anything but that. Your boyfriend cleaned up his room and got pretty flowers, for you.
That’s something that no one ever has done for you yet and it just feels so personal because you know Eddie hates this goddamn day…plus he cleaned up for you. If there‘s one thing he hates more than Valentine’s Day, it’s probably cleaning up. Especially because he‘s known for his Organized "Munson Mess“ how Wayne calls it. He even got you pretty flowers that look quite expensive and you know he‘s probably low on budget again. How could you still be mad at him for not showing up at school after all of this?
When you don’t answer Eddie it‘s his turn to feel worried. Maybe it’s too much you? Maybe you don’t like anything of this cheesy stuff? You‘ve agreed with him back then, when he told you that he "hates“ Valentine’s Day.
Truth is, Eddie doesn’t hate it. Yes, he gets annoyed by the couples at school every single time..but that was only because he used to be alone on this day for twenty years straight. He never got love from anyone expect Wayne, but you can’t quiet compare this love with actual love. So he decided to walk the easy way and hate on this one, stupid day of the year. But deep down Eddie Munson is, and always was, a hopeless romantic.
"I knew it would be too much…I‘m so sorry Sweetheart! I just- I just thought it would be cute to give you something..I didn’t come to school today just to prepare some things for you!" He starts to explain himself while putting away the roses. Before he can continue his small rant about how stupid that idea is, you stop him by pressing your lips onto his own. Soft but passionate. Confusion takes place on his face when you softly let go off him, smiling like an idiot.
"It‘s perfect Ed‘s. I Love it! I actually was kinda sad that you left me all alone in school today earlier but now? I couldn’t be happier right now." you whisper against his lips, before crashing your own onto his again. He happily joins the kiss, pulling you even closer to his chest as his hands find their way to explore your body. They squeeze the flesh of your ass and thighs, he even massages one of your boobs slowly to give himself some comfort.
A few moments pass before you pull away from him to get some air, still smiling like an idiot who‘s in love...and you are. After Eddie explained the whole situation, why he had to take a day off school, so he could prepare this whole surprise and get everything for it, the two of you sit down on the sofa like you usually do. Some random movie plays on the TV while Eddie feeds you with the food he ordered before you arrived at his trailer. It’s actually a miracle that you didn’t smell any of it when you walked inside earlier.
His shirt is opened slightly, just enough to present you his beautiful chest with it‘s soft hair on it. You‘re sitting between his legs, facing him with a smile on your lips as you play with the buttons of his shirt. "I‘m sorry again…that I left you alone at school today y’know? But to be honest, I‘m happy that I didn’t have to witness Jason Carver’s cheesy-ass speech for Chrissy. Most of the stuff he says, is probably bullshit" Eddie says while he places the empty plate on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.
His comment making you giggle softly. His eyes meet yours, the sound of your soft voice causing him to join you with a deep chuckle, while he teaches for the already rolled joint. "God we‘re just like these weird couples at your school. You know, the ones we always judged?" You offer him a smug grin but all he does is shrug.
"So what? Call me cheesy because I am. You made me this way!" He grins back at you, his fingers poking into your sides just enough to make you squirm under his touch, causing another chuckle of his to leave his mouth. "I will be your personal Valentine if you want me to be princess. I‘m going to shower you with kisses, love, gifts and a good fuck. Call me Valentine Munson“ he adds with another smug grin before placing the joint between his lips.
All you do is roll your eyes at him playfully evoke handing him the lighter. When he has finished his first drag on the joint, your lips immediately find his. They‘re just way too addicting to not touch them in any kind of way, Eddie doesn’t complain at all though. The smoke of the joint slowly fills your lungs as he blows it into your mouth, causing a soft whine to leave your mouth.
And just like he promised to you, he ends your day as your own, personal Munson Valentine with kisses, hugs, lots of love and a sleepless night ;).
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