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eddie-sweetheart · 2 years

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Spare me! - Part 1

You and Eddie have a crush on each other, but it takes Murray Bauman to make it embarrassingly clear.

Tropes: Eddie Munson x Henderson female reader, fluff, Murray exposing your feelings, forced proximity, a very soft Eddie.

Warnings: Mention and/or depiction of fighting and wounds, teeny-tiny diversion from the show's timeline (this one's more about the concept than the overall S4 plot😉).

Word count: 5.4k

Author’s notes: I recently rewatched all seasons of ST and noticed how Murray always knows what's going on in the gang's hearts... thought I'd give his Cupid skills a try with Eddie eheh

✨Part 2✨

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Happiness can be found in the strangest of things; but it never occurred to you that happiness - or, better, relief - might one day come into the shape of a faded and battered-down warehouse in the outskirts of Hawkins.

However, as soon as the once yellow and light blue building comes into sight as you come out of the woods at the side of the road, panting and with your feet hurting like hell from walking all that way, you almost feel like crying.

“We’re here” you state with a tired exhale, a smile warming up your face as you turn to your side. “We made it, Eddie”.

“Thank God” is all Eddie can mutter under his breath before tripping on his feet and almost falling to the ground. You rush to his side, throwing one of his arms around your shoulders as you try to support him.

“Hey, hey, stay with me” you tell him, your free arm on his chest, holding him steady. “Just a few more steps and then you can rest”.

You can feel his chest rising and falling into heavy breaths under the thin layer of his Hellfire shirt as he nods slowly. You’ve never been so physically close to him, you’ve never touched him like this - and sure enough, he’s never leaned on you like his life depended on it, as he’s doing now. The whirlwind of feelings is enough to send your head spinning, but now it’s not a good time for fluttery butterflies and quickened heartbeats: you need to take him inside before he passes out.

You’ve been walking through the woods outside Hawkins for hours after escaping Jason and his crew of insane jocks. You were supposed to bring Eddie some food at Reefer’s Rick, but when you reached the boathouse it was too late: Jason and his goons had found Eddie and had cornered him, turning him into their personal punching ball. He’d been able to stall them for a bit with the same broken bottle he’d used to attack Steve, but it hadn’t been enough.

You even tried to stop them, but Andy had mercilessly elbowed you away, making you trip and fall into the freezing waters of Lovers Lake. Soaking wet, you were struggling to climb back up on the floor of the room when it happened.

Patrick was suddenly frozen still, eyes white and blind. Andy noticed it first, and he tried to bring him back into consciousness by calling his name, shaking him, but you knew he was gone now. You took your chance as soon as the boy started levitating, knowing well enough what was next - and the horror and stupor that possessed Jason and the others as Patrick’s bones started to snap was just the diversion you needed.

While they helplessly tried to save their friend, in a rush of desperation you managed to rise from the lake, grab a semi-unconscious Eddie and make him barely stand up to get him into the boat in the middle of the room. And just as everyone else started to scream in despair at Patrick’s death, you were rowing away from the boathouse, towards the opposite shore of the lake.

Eddie’s wounds, thankfully, weren’t as serious as you feared; but he was bleeding, and you needed a safe place where you could contact the rest of the group and set up a meeting. You needed the help of someone you trusted, who wouldn’t ask too many questions and who lived reasonably close. That’s when it clicked.

You met Murray Bauman two years ago, when you went to his house with Nancy and Jonathan to expose the secrets of Hawkins Lab. Last year, he joined you and the others at Starcourt to bring down the Russians and their damned machine, which opened the Upside Down once again. He knows everything and he would understand - and that’s how you ended up buzzing his intercom in the middle of the night, with Eddie’s body slumped against yours.

“State your name”

Murray’s voice echoes from a speaker above the door. You really don’t have time or energy left for this ritual, but you know it’s mandatory.

“It’s me, Y/n Henderson” you urgently speak up, trying not to be too loud, “Murray, let us in - we need help”.

“Show your face” Murray adds through the speaker, his tone as flat as that of an answering machine.

“Murray, please” you hiss through your teeth, your voice edging towards desperation as you snap your head up towards the camera above you - wondering how he’s going to see anything more than a blurry shape in the dark.

A second later, the metal door of the warehouse swings open to reveal Murray Bauman standing in front of you, with nothing but a white tank top and matching boxers on.

“What do you want?” He asks you, his eyes lingering inquisitively on an almost zoned-out Eddie and his black eye. “You woke me up”.

“It’s back” you blurt out, “it’s back and we’re in danger. I’ll tell you everything, but we need a place to stay for tonight - he’s not doing well” you add, nodding at Eddie. “Please, Murray”.

Murray’s face suddenly turns pale at your words, and he gives you a single, silent nod. He then moves to the side to let you in, his head turning left and right to look at the street before closing the door.

You stumble towards the sofa, Eddie’s weight almost throwing you off balance as you carefully place him down. As soon as he lays his head on one of the pillows, he finally passes out.

“So” Murray addresses you, his head tilted to the side as he nods at Eddie, “who’s that?”

You adjust a strand of Eddie’s curly hair away from his closed eyes and check his temperature and breathing to make sure that he’s okay before turning towards Murray.

“He’s Eddie Munson” you explain with an exhausted sigh.

Murray’s eyes widen as if they’re about to pop out of their sockets, Eddie’s name immediately reminding him of the latest news reports on TV. “Munson? You’ve brought a wanted murderer into my home?” He exclaims under his breath, hands frantically moving in the air.

“He didn’t do it” you’re quick to add, a glimpse of anger straining your voice as you drop down on a chair next to a small table in the kitchen corner, “He’s innocent. I’ll tell you everything, I promise… but I need some water first”

Murray glares at you, but then he moves to the cupboard, grabs two glasses and proceeds to open the freezer.

“I think I have something better than that” he states, taking out of the cold compartment a bottle of vodka.

As you two drink a few shots, the liquor tingling down your throat and burning inside you (but bringing you some much needed comfort), you tell him everything from the start. How you met Eddie by giving Dustin, Mike and Lucas endless lifts to their D&D campaigns, how you and your brother looked for him with Steve, Robin and Max after the events at the trailer park, swearing by his innocence and supporting your claims with Max’s story about the flickering lights and Eddie’s own recounting of Chrissy’s death. How you’re now on the run from Jason Carver and the Hawkins High basketball team, and how you’re planning to meet with everyone else tomorrow.

Murray stares into the void as he listens, taking in every word and growing almost imperceptibly paler.

Once you’re done with the story, the bottle is half empty and your head is slightly spinning. Murray is looking at you with a resigned expression, still sipping on his fifth glass of vodka.

“You can stay” he finally tells you, “but just for tonight. I have a plane to catch tomorrow”.

Even if you knew he would say yes, you’re so relieved you almost hug him. You wouldn’t do that in any normal situation, especially not when he’s still half naked, but you’re so grateful that you’d even be willing to go past that.

However, before you stop yourself, he immediately puts up his hands, shaking his head.

“Uh-uh” he says, “Don’t come any closer, please - you stink. Go take a shower, there’s a clean towel you can use in the bathroom closet”.

Now that the pressing need to find shelter and let Eddie rest and recover is resolved, you remember that you actually need to take care of yourself, as well: your hair and clothes are still a bit damp (and, yes, smelly) from when you fell into the lake, and your side is hurting where Andy’s elbow crashed into it. And, now that your body is finally starting to relax, you’re realizing how exhausted you actually are.

You get up and head towards the corridor, stopping by the sofa to glimpse at Eddie. He’s still knocked out, hair sprawled around his face and a ringed hand resting on his chest. Your gaze softens visibly as you lower your head over his to check his breathing one more time - and you realize that he’s probably shifted into a sleeping spell.

“Can you keep an eye on him while I clean myself up?” You ask Murray as you straighten yourself up again.

Murray knowingly looks at you with his eyebrows raised. “Yeah, sure, it’s not like I’m going anywhere at this point” he blurts out, ushering you with a quick movement of his hands. “Now please go, go, go”.

You get into the bathroom and as you close the door behind you, you finally allow yourself to take a big breath. You carefully remove your t-shirt in front of the mirror to check the damage and you notice that a black and yellow bruise is already forming on your side. You touch it slightly with the tip of your finger and, yeah, it hurts, but it seems quite superficial and not that serious - Eddie has it worse, for sure.

You get into the shower and the hot water makes you sigh in pleasure as soon as it hits your tense shoulders. You’d love to spend a whole hour under the heavy flow, surrounded by warm steam, but you really want to check on Eddie and be there when he wakes up. So, with great effort and a lot of resistance from your body, you turn the water off and get out of the shower box, grabbing a large white towel from the closet that Murray mentioned and wrapping it around your body. Then, you tiptoe back into the living room, trying not to drip too much water on the floor.

“Do you have some clothes I can borrow, by any chance? Mine really need a wash” you ask Murray, who’s still sitting at the table while flipping the pages of today’s newspaper.

“Oh lord, and then what? A VIP ticket to Area 51 as well?” Murray sighs loudly while rolling his eyes, but he immediately pushes the newspaper away and gets up from the chair. “Let me guess: he’ll need my clothes too, right?” He asks you, nodding at Eddie.

“Uhm… yeah, I think so” you shyly reply, earning a glare in return.

“You’re lucky I’ve done an extra load of laundry today” Murray replies, pointing a finger at you before disappearing into the corridor.

You’re about to sit back down on your chair when a low groan makes your head snap around.

“Y/n” Eddie murmurs, his eyes flickering open as you rush to the sofa and kneel by his side on the carpet.

“I’m here, Eddie” you tell him, scanning his face as he comes back into consciousness and feeling his forehead with the back of your hand to check for any signs of a temperature.

“Wait, are you naked?” He slowly asks once he looks at you, still in a confused daze as a tilted smirk appears on his lips.

You let out a chuckle, your hands rushing to tighten the towel around your body. “Don’t even think about that, Munson” you reply, shooting back up on your feet as Murray comes back into the room.

As soon as Eddie sees him, he tries to sit up, but he struggles as pain makes him hiss at any attempt at moving. You help him, accompanying his body up by gently taking his hand with one of yours and placing the other on his back.

“Welcome back to the world of the living. Shower’s that way” Murray states, pointing back towards the bathroom before dropping a bundle of clean clothes on the sofa next to Eddie. “You can use these. I’m also getting you a first aid kit because, if I can be honest, your face looks like shit”.

“Uhm… thanks, man” Eddie tentatively replies, throwing a questioning look in your direction.

“Yeah, yeah, she’s told me everything already” Murray addresses him again, “I know you’re not a serial killer”.

Eddie’s shoulders drop, relief visibly filling him up as he grabs a pair of faded sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt from the pile next to him and manages to stand up, making a few steps towards the bathroom door.

“Do you… uh, do you think you need help with that?” You ask him, blushing slightly at the idea of following him.

Eddie turns towards you, his signature grin back on his lips now that he knows he’s safe. “I can manage that” he says, looking for support on the doorframe as he stumbles a little, “Besides, I don’t think you want to see the sweet old tatties on full display” he jokes.

Your cheeks get even redder as you desperately hope that he’s not reading your mind right now. “Yeah, uhm, cool” you reply, catching a glimpse of a visibly stupefied and slightly annoyed Murray behind you, “I’ll get changed in the meantime. Once you’re done, we’ll try to patch you up”.

“Roger that” Eddie replies, finally closing the bathroom door behind him.

“Was all that flirting necessary?” Murray asks you as he leads you to the guest room, where you plan to change into the remaining gym shorts and hoodie.

“It wasn’t flirting - we’re friends” you briefly explain, shutting his protests down. “I’ll be back in a sec and then I’ll need your radio” you’re then quick to add, getting inside the room and closing the sliding doors.

“We’re friends” Murray mocks you in a high-pitched voice as he goes back to the bottle of vodka, “Yeah, and I’m Russian”.

When you come out of the guest room and sit on the slumped sofa in the living room, Murray brings you his radio, dropping it unceremoniously on the coffee table. You thank him with a smile and start fiddling with the channels until you find the right one.

“Dustin, do you copy?” You ask into the speaker. While you wait for a response, the bathroom door opens to reveal a cleaned up, but still limping, Eddie. He stumbles back to the sofa and sits down next to you.

After a few minutes of silent buzzing, the radio crackles and Dustin voice echoes in the room.

“Y/n, thank god” he exclaims, his familiar voice making both you and Eddie smile, “are you guys okay? You didn’t check in when we called you”

“Yeah, uhm, we had a little setback” you explain, “Reefer Rick’s is compromised - Jason found us. But we made it out and we’re safe at Murray’s. Eddie’s here with me” you add, glancing up at him.

“Hello, Henderson” Eddie says as he leans down towards the radio, his damp hair brushing against your cheek.

“Munson” Steve voice suddenly echoes from the speaker, “do you know where Skull Rock is? Glad to know you’re okay, by the way”

“Hey, I was talking to them” Dustin mutters in the background.

You and Eddie exchange a look, then he gently takes the speaker from your hands to reply. His fingers lightly graze yours with the gesture, making your skin tingle.

“I know it, yeah” he says, nervously scratching his hair, “are we meeting there tomorrow?”

“Yes, ten o’clock, Skull Rock” Steve repeats, “We have to go now, but we’re keeping the line open if you need us. Say hi to y/n for me and try to be careful in the meantime. Over and out”.

Eddie places the radio speaker back on the table and slumps down into the sofa, his hands running up and down his legs.

“Hey” you ask him, placing a hand on one of his to calm him down. “Are you okay?”

He looks at you, his gaze softening. “That’s a good one, sweetheart” he replies, absentmindedly intertwining his fingers with yours. Your stomach turns into a swarm of butterflies as you notice the glint in his eyes - what is going on?

Murray coughs, and you both immediately let go.

“So, uhm, let me take a look at those” you stutter, nodding at the few wounds on Eddie's face as you gently touch him with the tip of your fingers, slowly moving his head side to side to inspect the damage. He has a split lip, a cut on his left cheek and a black eye, with some leftover blood dried just under his nose. Your heart tightens at the thought of what Jason, Andy and Patrick did to him.

“Murray” you ask, turning around to face him, “what about that first aid kit?”

“Yes” Murray exclaims, clapping his hands before rummaging through one of the kitchen drawers until he takes out a small, white box. “This is it, but I’ll leave you to it and go back to sleep” he says, handing the box to you over the sofa, “you know where the guest room is - just don’t be too loud, okay? I’m not in the mood to listen to you two-”

“Murray!” You exclaim horrified, as Eddie’s eyes run back and forth between the two of you in shock. “We’re not sleeping together- I mean, I will stay here on the sofa” you specify, feeling the heat of shame rising up your neck.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the sofa - I’m sleeping on the sofa” Eddie interrupts you in mild confusion.

“Eddie, you’re hurt-” you try to talk back, but he puts one hand up to shush you.

“Nope” he says, shaking his head, “You brought this old, battered body here, you need to rest in a proper bed”.

“Exactly” you specify, “your body is battered, so that’s why-“

“GUYS!” Murray interrupts you with a yell, “Enough with that lovers’ quarrel. Just sleep in the same damn bed like you both clearly so desperately desire and let me rest in peace”.

“It’s not a lovers’ quarrel!” you and Eddie both exclaim, immediately exchanging a look.

Murray stares at you in disbelief as silence suddenly falls in the room - however, it doesn’t last long.

“Oh, spare me!” Murray finally blurts out, loudly. “Fucking unbelievable. Listen” he addresses you both, a finger pointed at your faces. “I’ve been through this shit twice already - Byers and Wheeler first, then Joyce and Hopper. It must run in your whole damn Ghostbusters slash Scooby-Doo group, I swear. You” he turns to Eddie, who looks at him with wide eyes, “you’re the nerdy metalhead that nobody in the whole world would ever love because he’s a freak, am I correct? So you hide behind an unnecessarily thick wall of sarcasm and cynicism because if you don’t put up that façade someone might actually find out that you crave to love, and to be loved. And what happens one day? You find her“ he adds, turning to you next. “And it’s a fucking cliché, because she’s your best friend’s sister and oh my god she’s untouchable and she will never look at you, right? Wrong! Because every time she looks at you - and boy, she does that a lot - she basically melts into the ground, turns literally purple, loses all sense of reason and logic and starts waking up people in the middle of the damn night to keep you safe. On that note: Y/n, stop lying to yourself and finally admit that you’re head over heels about him - and stop being so insecure, so dubious, so full of useless self-pity and worry. Open your beautiful girly eyes and get a grip, because YES - he’s head over heels about you too, okay?”

Murray takes a deep breath as you and Eddie sit there in silence, avoiding each other’s eyes like the plague.

“Good” Murray finally exclaims, proud of his little speech - he’s convinced he’s the best Cupid out there by now. “Have a good night, Mr. and Mrs. Just Friends” he concludes, heading towards his bedroom and locking himself in.

The living room is so silent that you can hear the faint chirping of the crickets outside the house. Your hands are sweating on your lap as their grip on the first-aid box tightens, your eyes locked on it because you’re too embarrassed to meet Eddie’s. Your mind is spinning as it tries to analyze every single interaction, every word you’ve exchanged with him, looking for any possible instance of you slipping up and showing your true feelings - and, for a second, you also consider looking for signs that might confirm what Murray has just stated. That Eddie might actually feel the same.

Little do you know that Eddie is doing the exact same thing. But he’s quicker to find a way to change the subject and tone down the awkwardness, because yes, he’s just been blatantly exposed, but making sure that you’re okay - that both of you are okay with each other - is way more important than finding a way to recover from Murray’s words.

“So, uhm…” he begins, stuttering lightly as he nervously starts playing with his rings. “Is there a… uhm, a bandaid or something in there?” He asks you, nodding at the kit with a tentative smile.

You snap back to reality. “Oh, yeah, I guess so - let me look for it” you blurt out as you open the box, fidgeting with its contents until you manage to find a tiny bottle of disinfectant, a few cotton balls and two bandaids with a red and blue polka dot print on them.

“Not so metal, I’m afraid” you tell Eddie as you show him the bandaids with a small smile that matches his own, making him chuckle as he realizes that yes, probably you’re still okay.

“As long as they keep these battle wounds from bleeding” he jokes, taking them from you before starting to peel one of them open, “I think they’ll do”.

“Oh no, wait” you exclaim, blocking him with your hands. If someone asked, both of you could swear that the sparkles erupting from your hands touching were brightly visible in the dim light of the room. “We need to clean those properly first”.

Eddie sighs in defeat and you proceed by pouring some disinfectant on one cotton ball, dabbing it on the cut on his lip and the wound on his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I know it burns” you apologize as you feel him holding his breath, guessing that it’s because of the pain. That’s true, but just in a very small part - mostly, it’s having you so close to him that leaves him breathless and clueless about making any move. He’s actually too absorbed in admiring your long eyelashes and how they flutter as your eyes attentively scan his face, counting the pale freckles and tiny skin marks scattered on your cheeks and nose, noticing the clean scent of shampoo from your still damp hair and the faint hint of your cologne still left on your neck. Actually, the burning is welcome to him, as it’s the only thing keeping him grounded and restraining him from doing something stupid and way too risky - like, he guesses, kissing you.

“All done” you finally state, tapping on the edge of the bandaid you’ve just placed on his cheek before moving back away from him. Both of you feel the space between your bodies, and it seems as deep as the ocean.

“Thank you, kind lady” he replies, his eyes still lingering on yours.

You both stand up at the same time, the awkwardness back in the room as you nervously look at each other with an embarrassed smile - because, you’ve just realized, it’s time to make a decision on the bed thing.

“Soooo” Eddie tentatively begins, taking a strand of his wavy hair and barely hiding his face behind it as he looks sideways at you, “Since there’s no way I’m letting you sleep on this sucker…” he begins, waving one hand at the sofa.

“Eddie, come on-” you try, but he accepts no protests on your side.

“And you’re too kind and stubborn to let me be the knight in shiny armor” he continues as you scoff, smiling, “I guess we could, uhm…” he concludes, words dying in his throat as a wave of insecurity washes over him. Maybe what he’s about to propose is way out of line…

“Share?” you ask, finishing his sentence - but it’s more a wish than an actual question.

Eddie’s lips curve upside down in one of his signature smiles. “If that’s okay for you, of course… I- I don’t mind” he tells you, waiting patiently for your consent as he begins fiddling again with his rings.

You give him one warm, matching smile. “Seems big enough for two” you say, nodding towards the bed that is visible through the sliding doors of the guest room across from you. “It’s okay for me”.

“Great… great, okay” Eddie states, finally taking a breath as he nods repeatedly. God, not even bullies at school have ever made him so nervous. He should really get a grip.

You head towards the room, bumping into each other as you unsuccessfully try to get in at the same time. You both let out a timid laugh and Eddie moves sideways, bowing slightly and showing you in with an extended arm.

“Ladies first” he theatrically states, letting you into the room.

You take a few steps inside and sit down on the folding bed, which is set up with clean sheets. Probably Murray got it all prepped when you were in the shower and Eddie was still knocked out.

“Good, I always sleep on the left side” Eddie exclaims, as he notices you’ve taken your place on the right edge of the mattress.

You chuckle as you lie back, while Eddie crosses the room to get to the other side of the bed. He lies down with a sigh, too, looking at you one last time for permission to turn the lights off. You nod slightly, tiredness already making its way through your exhausted limbs, and with a flick of Eddie’s fingers the room gets pitch black.

“Goodnight, Eddie” you whisper in the dark.

“Goodnight, sweetheart” he replies, the nickname he started to use as a joke (but that doesn’t feel like a joke anymore) escaping his lips before it’s too late, lingering in the air as silence falls between you once again.

You both turn around away from each other, facing the outer side of the bed. You close your eyes, feeling safe for the first time in hours (and, maybe, days), the comfort of Eddie’s presence next to you and the warmth of the blankets wrapped around you making your mind drift farther, and farther away…

But it takes you just a few seconds to understand that you can’t sleep.

It’s one of those cursed situations in which you’re actually too tired to get some rest, and as your body finally relaxes your mind jolts awake, fully active and functioning better than it ever did.

You sigh deeply, the mattress creaking loudly as you move to turn around and switch position - just to find out that Eddie has turned around as well, and he’s now facing you.

His breath warmly and regularly fans over your face, and you figure he’s asleep - until his voice breaks the silence with a whisper.

“Y/n” he softly asks, “are you awake?”

You smile in the dark, your eyes still closed.

“Mhm”

“I just wanted to say, thank you for today” he murmurs, “You saved my life. Very metal of you”.

“Anytime, Munson” you whisper back, “take it as a thank-you gift for keeping Dustin busy and relieving me of my big sister duties once a week for the past year”.

“That little devil” Eddie chuckles as he scoots closer to you. Your heart starts beating a little faster, as you feel the faint thread of electricity that has formed between your bodies. “I guess stubbornness runs in the family. But I’m grateful to him, actually” he adds, shuffling slightly under the covers.

“Why is that?” you ask him, the thought of sleeping now completely forgotten in some corner of your mind.

Eddie stays silent for a few seconds, then speaks again.

“I guess you don’t remember the first time you brought him to Hellfire” he softly says, and you think you can catch a glimpse of his smile.

“Actually, I do” you reply, the memory of that late September afternoon easily coming to your mind. “Especially because you kept staring at our car when we got there. Leaning against the school’s front door like a dark, mysterious character straight out of a fantasy novel” you joke, tentatively moving your hand in the dark to poke him.

And just as you actually find his body, Eddie finds your hand. His long, slightly calloused fingers intertwine with yours, his thumb drawing soft circles on your burning skin. He’s glad the lights are off, because he’s too scared that you’d back away if you saw the nervousness mixed with badly hidden love in his gaze.

“As nice as your car is” he says, chuckling, “I wasn’t staring at it, at all. I was…” he hesitates, before deciding to risk it all. “I was actually wondering how Henderson could have such a beautiful creature for a sister” he blurts out.

You lie still in the dark, speechless, your hand still into Eddie’s. Your brain is running ten thousand miles an hour, trying to wrap around what he’s just said.

“I mean, he’s a, uhm… a cute kid, I guess?” Eddie quickly adds, trying to make sense of his words, “but when I saw you I thought… I mean, I actually thought, that’s how Arwen must have looked like. And that’s how Aragorn must have felt when he, uhm… ”.

He can’t finish the sentence, because your hand has moved from the gentle grasp of his fingers to his cheek, pulling him closer to you until your lips meet in the dark.

The kiss is soft and slow, and you pour into it all the words you’ve never said and feelings you’ve kept hidden for months, careful to avoid the healing cut on his lower lip as you move. Eddie’s arms wrap around your body, his legs now intertwined with yours under the blanket.

You explore each other’s bodies - your hands through his hair, his lips down your neck, t-shirts lifting up and skin burning at any soft touch as the steel of his rings slides under the thick cotton of your clothes. You both feel safe, understood, and seen even in the pitch black of the room. It almost feels like meeting for the first time, too.

Eddie doesn’t let go of you, not even when you stop kissing to take a breath, the weight of the day now finally overcoming you both. As you lie in his arms, your head placed on his chest so that you can hear the beat of his heart, you realize that this is what true relief - or, better, happiness - must feel like.

“Guess your friend was right” Eddie says, his hand caressing your ruffled hair as his words are followed by a yawn.

“He usually is”. You chuckle, closing your eyes as your breaths deepen and slow down.

Then, you both fall asleep.

—♥︎—

✨Part 2✨

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19junewrites87 · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Pregnant!Henderson reader part 2

A/N: Hellooooo everyone! Thank you so much for all the love you gave on part one. I hope this one is just as good (or maybe better) than part one.

Read part one here !

Warnings: A majority of this story is about fighting, Dustin is angry, A LOT of swearing, Eddie and the reader are upset, Dustin's upset, everyone's upset... angst, mentions of labor, mentions of cramping

Word count: 3586

It had been about a month since Y/n and Eddie made up. Since then, Y/n had been staying with Eddie in his uncle’s trailer. She usually was picked up by Eddie when no one was home so that she could avoid being interrogated by her mother and brother. She always remembered to leave a note on the fridge that said she was staying with a friend, usually Steve or Robin, whichever one she knew wouldn’t be with Dustin at that moment in time. But this time, both her mother and brother were home. She called Eddie an hour before he was supposed to come pick her up and told him to park at the end of the street and that she’d meet him there. He didn’t exactly like her having to walk so far in her condition as he would put it, but it was the only way for them not to be found out too soon.

“I’m going to Steve’s.” Y/n called out, opening the front door. “I’ll call when I get there.”

“It’s eight o’clock, Y/n.” Claudia said from the couch, where she had been reading the newspaper. “What are you going there for?”

“I was going to sleep over… like I usually do.” She said, her eyes flicking over to Dustin, who had just come into the living room. “I-is that okay?” She sure hoped it was okay, since Eddie was waiting in his van that was parked at the end of the street.

“I don’t think I want you being out of the house this late in your pregnancy.” Claudia shook her head. “You’re eight and a half months, you could go into labor any minute.”

“She can’t always be with us, mom.” Dustin chimed. “She’ll call us if anything happens. Right, Y/n?”

“Right.” She quickly nodded, thankful for her little brother. “I’ll call if anything happens, I promise.” Claudia glanced back and forth between her children, but reluctantly nodded.

“Call when you get there.” Claudia sighed, causing Y/n to cheer.

“I will!” Y/n smiled, stepping outside. “Love you!”

Y/n held her overnight bag in her hand as she walked towards the end of the street. The sun was just barely set, making everything around her look blue. Y/n was a little chilly as the breeze drifted by. She smiled when she saw Eddie leaning against the back of his van smoking a cigarette.

“Eddie!” She called, waving her hand. He quickly tossed his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out with his shoe and held out his arms for her. She sped up as much as she could to fall into his embrace.

“Hey, mama.” He drawled with a smirk, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “Thought you weren’t going to show.”

“Sorry,” She pulled away slightly to look at him. “My mom was just worried about letting me leave.”

“I can understand why.” He laughed, placing his hand on her stomach, rubbing circles with his thumb. “Dio’s just about done cooking.” Y/n rolled her eyes at his choice of name. She stepped out of his embrace and handed him her bag, walking towards the passenger side door, to which Eddie followed her.

“We are not naming it Dio.” She said as Eddie opened the door for her.

“Why not?” He asked handing her bag back to her when she was settled in the seat.

“Because.” She shrugged. “Besides, what if it’s a girl?” Eddie rolled his eyes and shut her door, quickly jogging around the front to get into the driver’s seat.

“If it’s a girl, then we’ll name her Alice.” He smirked when Y/n rolled her eyes again.

“No.”

Eddie and Y/n soon pulled up to Wayne’s trailer. His car was still there, meaning he hadn’t yet left for work. Eddie grabbed the backpack from Y/n’s hands and slung it over his shoulder. He placed his hand on her lower back as she climbed the steps and held open the front door for her. She looked around his dimly-lit trailer and waved when she made eye contact with Wayne.

“Hey, Uncle Wayne.” She smiled, making her way over to the kitchen, where Wayne stood making himself a sandwich..

“Y/n!” He patted the girl on her shoulder. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” He joked.

“Oh, yeah,” She laughed. “Not like I’m here all the time.”

“Well,” He shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’m just glad you and Eds figured things out.” Yes, Wayne knew. How could he not know? He was like a father to Eddie. In fact, Wayne was the one that called Eddie out and told him that he needs to take responsibility.

“Me too.” She nodded.

“Welp,” Wayne sighed. “I’m heading to work.”

“Have fun.” Eddie said, sarcastically as he passed Wayne on the way to his room. Y/n waved at Wayne a final time before following Eddie into his room. Y/n groaned upon seeing Eddie’s bed. She slowly climbed onto the bed and laid down on her back.

“You okay?” Eddie asked as he sat down next to her.

“My back hurts.” She scoffed. “My stomach weighs about ten pounds now. My body’s not used to it.”

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, his eyes filling with sadness.

“Don’t be.” She closed her eyes and placed her hands on her belly. “It’ll all be worth it when Rose comes.”

“Rose, huh?” He asked laying down, his nose brushing up against her cheek. “Like… Guns ‘N Roses?”

“Oh my god,” She groaned. “Do you have to make everything about bands?”

“Yes,” He smirked. “What else would I do with my time?”

“Leave me alone, Eddie.” She smiled to herself. “Go to bed.” There was a pause of silence as Y/n steadily breathed, her hands resting protectively over her belly.

Eddie’s eyes roamed all over her face, admiring her. His eyes then drifted to her belly and he smiled a bittersweet smile. He was grateful that he came to his senses… and he was grateful that Wayne was there to snap him back to reality about the whole situation. He might still think that he’s going to be a bad dad, but Y/n and Wayne would be there for him. They’ll be there when things get rough.

“You’re going to be a real great mom, Y/n.” Eddie whispered to the sleeping woman. “And I can’t wait to meet you, Rosie.” He whispered to the baby within Y/n’s belly.

“Well, good morning, sleeping beauty.” Eddie smiled upon seeing Y/n waddle into the kitchen. “Nice to see you, this fine morning.”

“Ugh.” She groaned at him, heading for the fridge. “Do you have orange juice?”

“Yeah, top shelf.” He nodded towards the fridge. “How ya feeling?” Y/n held up a finger as she gulped down the orange juice that she had just poured into the cup.

“How do I look like I’m feeling?” She gave a sarcastic smile. Eddie would never say it to her, because he’s made that mistake once before, but she did look terrible. She was up all night, tossing and turning, complaining that her lower back hurt.

“Still hurting?” He asked with a frown. She nodded and set the empty up on the counter.

“It’s more than just my back.” She sighed. “My head is pounding too.”

“Want me to take you back home?” He asked, walking over to her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and let her lean against him. “I mean, do you… you don’t think something’s wrong with the baby?”

“Nothing’s wrong with the baby, Eds.” She shook her head, looking up at him. “But I am nearing my due date, it’s probably just that.”

“We should tell everyone.” Eddie said after a moment of silence. “We’ve waited a month already. We can’t wait until the baby’s born. I mean, what happens if the baby comes and we haven’t told anyone? Just put the last name as Munson and say surprise, everybody. The freak is the baby daddy. No way!” He was panicking. He usually got this way when he voiced any concerns of his.

“Eddie,” Y/n interrupted, placing her hands on his shoulders as she moved to stand in front of him. “We’ll tell them. I just… I don’t know how.”

“I don’t know either.” He agreed, shaking his head. “But I don’t want to wait.”

“I mean,” She sighed in thought, eyebrows scrunched. “We could always just sit my mom and Dustin down and just… tell them.”

“Is that the only option we have?” Y/n shrugged.

“It’s the easiest way I can think of.”

“Then that’s how we’ll do it.”

Eddie had taken Y/n back home when her pager beeped around 7pm. She knew it was her mother wanting her to come back home, so she told Eddie to take her home. The entire drive to her house was tense. She could tell that Eddie was nervous because he kept wiping his hand on his jeans when his grip on the steering wheel became too sweaty. Not to say that Y/n wasn’t nervous either. Her leg bounced the entire way and she felt like she was going to puke from her nerves. Since tonight was the night she’d reveal the true identity of her baby’s father, she told Eddie to pull into the driveway instead of dropping her at the end of the street like they had originally planned. Eddie turned off the van, but made no move to leave it. He sat in his seat, head against the headrest, staring straight ahead. Y/n watched him with sympathetic eyes. Her frown deepened when she watched Eddie rest his forehead on the steering wheel. The van shook slightly due to him bouncing his leg. Y/n placed her hand on his back and made gentle circles as he took in slow deep breaths.

“You can always back out, Eddie.” She sighed. “I don’t want to make you afraid.”

“I’m not backing out.” He said, sternly. “I just,” He shook his head, lips pulled into a thin line. “This is going to break Henderson’s heart.”

“He’ll understand.” She assured him, placing her hand on his bicep. “It might take him a while to come around, but honestly, Eddie, Dustin worships you.”

“He worships me?” Eddie smiled, looking at Y/n.

“He talks about how cool you are all the time.” She giggled. “I swear, you’re all he talks about… Steve’s jealous about it too.”

“No way!” Eddie’s jaw dropped. “Steve, the king of Hawkins, is jealous of me?”

“Well,” She shrugged. “He was. But then umm… I told him about what happened between us.”

“Right.” He nodded. “I will forever be apologizing for how I acted, Y/n.”

“I know.” She smirked. “Because I’ll never let you forget.”

“Whatever.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“You want to go in?” She asked after a short pause of silence.

“Yeah,” He nodded. “Yeah, let’s get this over with.” He opened his door and got out, meeting Y/n on her side. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug, his face buried into her neck. Hugging anyone this late in pregnancy was always uncomfortable due to her stomach getting in the way.

“It’s going to be okay, Eds.” She whispered, placing a kiss on the side of his head. “C’mon.” She pulled away from the hug and pulled him behind her by his hand. She opened the front door and poked her head in. Her mother was sitting on the couch, watching the news, but her attention quickly went onto her daughter, who was walking into the house with a strange boy with long hair.

“Y/n,” Her mother stood, eyeing the new boy in the room. “Who’s your friend?”

“I’ll explain soon, ma.” Y/n’s stomach lurched in anxiety. “Is Dustin home?”

“Yeah.” Claudia nodded. “I’ll go get him.” Claudia turned and briskly walked towards Dustin’s bedroom. Y/n gestured towards the couch and sat down next to Eddie, who began to bounce his leg again.

“Eddie?” Dustin said in confusion, glancing back and forth from his sister and dungeon master. “What are you doing here?”

“This is Eddie?” Claudia asked Dustin, recognizing the name that Dustin says all the time.

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded. “But I didn’t think you’d be here today.”

“Can you two sit down?” Y/n interrupted. “We need to talk to you about something.”

“I don’t like when you say that now, Y/n.” Claudia quickly sat down, Dustin following in suit.

“Well, it’s not like I’m going to tell you I’m pregnant again.” Y/n giggled, but cleared her throat when no one else laughed.

“What’s Eddie doing here?” Dustin asked again, making the two soon-to-be parents look at each other.

“Uhh…” Y/n trailed off, not knowing what to say. “That’s umm… that’s what we want to talk about.”

“Henderson,” Eddie began. “I just want to say that you’re an awesome kid and… I’m sorry if this hurts you in any way.”

“Sweetie,” Claudia’s voice trembled a little bit. “You’re starting to scare me.” Y/n gulped, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

“Uhm…” She wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeve. “Eddie is… Eddie-”

“I’m the father of Y/n’s baby.” Eddie finished for her. The room became suffocating. The piercing silence coming from Y/n’s mother and brother made her throat close up with nerves.

“Ma, Dustin,” Y/n tested the waters, her eyes flicking from her mother and brother. “P-please. Say something.”

“You said that Steve was the father.” Her mother’s voice was stern and angry.

“I know.” Y/n looked down at the floor. “I didn’t know what else to say.”

“Didn’t know what to say?” Claudia nearly shouted. “You should’ve told the truth!”

“She didn't want our baby to be fatherless.” Eddie added, making Claudia shake her head in confusion.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“When Y/n told me she’s pregnant,” Eddie gulped. “I, uh, I reacted badly. I… yelled at her and… I said that I didn’t want the baby. Or anything to do with the baby.”

“Then why are you here?” Claudia was angry. Anyone could see that. Y/n began to cry even more, keeping silent to not disturb the situation. “Why is he here, Y/n?”

“He apologized.” Y/n sniffled. “And I-” She looked at Eddie. “I love him, ma.”

“Love him?” Dustin shouted, standing suddenly, which made Eddie flinch. “How could you love him? You don’t know him!”

“Henderson-”

“Don’t say a word, Eddie.” Dustin pointed at him, anger in his eyes. “You got my sister pregnant and then ditched her.”

“Let him explain, Dus-”

“No, Y/n.” Dustin interrupted, glaring daggers at Eddie. “You left my sister to do this on her own! Now all of the sudden you want to help?” Eddie rose to his feet and slowly approached Dustin, who was breathing heavily, face red in anger.

“Henderson, I know what I did was wrong,” Eddie held out his hands as if he was walking towards a wild animal. “But I feel terrible about what I did and I want to be around. And… I love Y/n too.” Dustin walked towards Eddie and poked him in the chest.

“You only want to be a father once someone else takes your place, huh?” Y/n had never seen Dustin this angry. Tears were in his eyes and his face was glowing red.

“Dusty, please.” Y/n cooed softly, coming to stand by Eddie’s side. “Just hear him out.”

“Hear him out?” Dustin scoffed. “Y/n, are you crazy? He didn’t want anything to do with you!”

“He was scared, Dustin.” Y/n exclaimed.

“Like I give a shit?” Dustin shouted, causing Claudia to gasp.

“Dusty!” Claudia gasped. “There’s no need to cuss.”

“I want you out of my house.” Dustin said, staring directly into Eddie’s eyes. “And don’t ever speak to me again.”

“Henderson-” Eddie was crestfallen. “Please.”

“I said to get out, freak!” Dustin shouted, the tears falling freely from his eyes.

“Dustin!” Claudia and Y/n shouted in shock. Eddie stared at Dustin in shock, not believing what Dustin just called him.

“I-uh,” Eddie cleared his throat, tears in his eyes as he looked at Y/n. “I’m gonna go.”

“Eddie, no,” Y/n whispered, grasping onto his arm, shaking her head. “You don’t have to.”

“I’ll call you later, Y/n.” Eddie tried to smile. “But I just- I gotta go.”

“Eddie!” Y/n called out after him as he walked out of her house. “Eddie, wait!” Eddie didn’t listen to her pleas. She watched him get into his van and speed away from the house. Y/n, for the first time in a few weeks, felt completely helpless. Y/n grit her teeth and slammed the front door shut, walking towards Dustin.

“Why the hell would you do that?” She shouted, pointing a finger in Dustin’s face. “Eddie’s your best friend!”

“Not anymore!” Dustin shouted back.

“How come you didn’t react this way when you thought the father was Steve?” She asked, lips turned into a frown. “It’s the exact same thing.”

“No, it’s not!” He stomped his foot.

“Yes, it is, Dustin.”

“No, it’s not.” He threw his arms in the air. “Because I never expected it to be Eddie. And not to mention that he knew and went about his day like it was nothing.” Dustin was full on crying now.

“Okay, okay,” Claudia placed her hands on both of her children’s shoulders. “Let’s calm down a bit. We’re all mad, now, but we need to be calm about it.”

“I trusted him, Y/n.” Dustin’s voice cracked. “How could you do this to me?”

“Me?” Y/n placed her hand on her chest, eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re blaming me for this? Are you serious, Dustin?”

“If you had just told the truth in the first place, I wouldn’t be pissed!”

“Dustin,” Claudia warned. “It takes two to do this, don’t just blame your sister.”

“But-”

“What Y/n did was wrong, I know. Even I’m angry about it, but we still need to let her explain.”

“How am I supposed to know she won’t lie again?” Dustin asked, making Claudia sigh.

“I don’t think she will.” Claudia said, glancing at Y/n. “Right, honey?” Y/n quickly nodded.

“That’s why I brought him here, Dustin.” Y/n said, glancing down at the floor. “I-I didn’t want to hide anymore.” Her fingers toyed at the bottom of her shirt in nervousness.

“Why would you lie, Y/n?” Dustin wiped his nose with his sleeve.

“I-” Y/n looked at her mother and then back to Dustin, both were patiently waiting for an explanation. “I lied because… You idolized Eddie, Dustin. And… At the time, Eddie wanted nothing to do with the baby and I thought I’d be alone. I knew it’d break your heart to know the truth, so I lied.”

“You thought that’d be better than just telling me the truth?” Dustin sighed. “And why would you bring Steve into this? I didn’t talk to him for days either!”

“Steve offered to step in.” Y/n stated. “He said that he didn’t want me to do this alone, so he told me to tell people that he was the father instead of someone who didn’t want it.”

“I’m so pissed off, Y/n.”

“I know you are,” She nodded in understanding. “But Eddie was pissed too when he found out I lied about Steve too. It’s my fault, I know, but I’m so sorry.”

“I gotta go lay down.” Dustin pushed his mother’s hand off of his shoulder and trudged to his bedroom. The slam of his bedroom door made Y/n flinch slightly as tears leaked from her eyes.

“Oh, Y/n,” Claudia sighed, pulling her daughter into a hug. “Everything will be okay. Just give him time.”

“We don’t have time, ma.” Y/n sniffled. “The baby’s supposed to come in a few weeks.”

“I know.” Claudia nodded. “But look on the bright side, hun, now the baby will have both parents.”

“That’s true.” Y/n smiled slightly. “I know you probably don’t think the world of Eddie right now, but he’s really a great guy, ma. He was just scared to be a father.”

“He stepped up.” Claudia caressed her daughter’s cheek. “He’ll be there for you and the baby. That’s all that matters now.”

“I love you, ma.” Y/n leaned her head onto her mother’s shoulder.

“But I would like to get to know him more.” Claudia said. “And I want to know why he has such… wild hair.” Claudia and Y/n giggled together.

“Don’t hate on the hair.” Y/n smiled, pulling away from her mother’s hug. “I-I actually like the hair.”

“You like his hair?” Claudia’s eyes widened. “Oh my goodness, Y/n. I’m more concerned about that.”

“Shut up.” Y/n joked, making her mother laugh.

“Let’s watch some television.” Claudia wrapped her arm around Y/n’s shoulders and led her over to the couch. “Let’s just forget for tonight, hm?”

“I would love that, ma.” Y/n smiled, although she couldn’t stop from feeling the slight pain in her lower stomach getting stronger. It was just from the tension tonight, that’s all. At least she hoped so. She just wants to relax tonight. She needs to relax tonight. This pain was normal in pregnancy, right? This doesn't mean that she's in labor. It's just normal pregnancy cramps. Please, please only let it be normal cramps.

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Initiation - Eddie Munson x (GN) Henderson! Reader

Summary: Eddie Munson had been dating Dustin Henderson's sibling since long before Dustin joined Hellfire, it's not their fault he never saw the signs. (Alternate Summary: Dustin invites his sibling to join their boyfriends' D&D campaign.)

Today was the day. The first day of senior year. It also happened to be the day your brother started his freshman year. Normally, you would get a ride to school with Eddie, who had been your boyfriend for the last six months. However, today being Dustin's first day, it was probably better that you drop him off since he didn't want to take his bike. "Dustin!" You called up the stairs from the front door, "will you please hurry up, you're going to make us both late!" "I'm coming, I'm coming!" you heard his response as he bounded down the stairs, his footsteps were so loud you feared he actually might fall through them. Dustin pushed past you and headed towards the front door. "Dusty, you need some breakfast." Your mother called after him. "There's no time mom!" He bellowed back as you sighed dramatically and whispered under your breath "we are never getting to school, are we?" "Look, I've got an apple, okay!" Dustin grabbed one from the fruit bowl to satisfy your mom. "Have a lovely day, dears!" "We will mom!" you responded in chorus.

As you climbed into the car, Dustin began quizzing you about the school. What the cliques were, whether the older kids would be horrid to him and his friends. "Maybe that shirt's not such a great idea." You gestured to what your brother was wearing and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, this shirt is a classic." He defended. You both laughed and the rest of the drive was spent with you constantly reassuring him that he would have a great time.

When you got to the school, you pulled up in an empty spot and let Dustin out of the car. "Aren't you coming?" He asked when you didn't move. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute, you go on ahead." You smiled. Thirty seconds after he had turned and left, the passenger side door opened again and there was a hefty sigh as the visitor threw themselves down into the seat. "Here we are again," Eddie turned to face you and you to face him, "high school, how thrilling." His voice was monotonous and sarcastic. "Senior year, again," you teased him with a smile as your hand reached up to cup his cheek, "not much longer now babe, this is going to be your year!" You assured him. He moved his head to kiss the palm of your hand, which was still touching his face. "I love that you have so much faith in me." He pulled you by the arm towards him and kissed your forehead, then your lips, then your lips again. Flashing you a wicked grin in between. "No." "Wha-" Eddie clutched at his heart, "What do you mean no, I haven't even said anything." "Your face says it all, I missed enough classes last year because of you, you are not being the reason I miss the first class of senior year when you're the reason I almost didn't make it to senior year!" Although you were entirely serious in what you were saying, your tone was playful. It wasn't Eddies fault you almost got held back a year, sure he was the reason you skipped all those classes, but it was definitely still your choice to do so. "Fine, then I guess I'm just going to have to find someone else who'll hang out with me." He feigned disappointment, knowing full well just how important it was to you to be able to go off to college next year. "Good luck." You smiled, pulling your hand away from his face and opening your car door to step out. Eddie followed suit, before stepping around the vehicle and stopping in front of you. "One more, for luck?" he pleaded. How could you say no to those beautiful, brown eyes? You stepped forward, allowing yourself to be wrapped up in his arms as you shared a kiss. "Love you." He whispered as you broke the kiss. "Love you too."

The next time you saw Eddie was in English class. The two of you didn't share many classes, so, despite the fact this was the subject he disliked the most, you made it bearable. He sat in the seat right next to you, you knew this was going to be a long, long semester. "Quit staring at me!" You whispered. "Can't," he responded, "if I blink or look away you might disappear." When he wanted to, Eddie could be incredibly sweet and romantic, but when the situation called for it, he could also be exactly what you would expect from the school 'freak'. Despite the number of times you had told him it was just a stupid, awful nickname and reassured him he isn't actually a freak, part of him couldn't get over the fact that they might be right and once you figured that out, he would lose you for good. "Mr Munson," the teacher called, grabbing the attention of you both, "can we please open our textbooks?" Eddie quickly found he was the only person without an open book on his desk and he began rummaging around. Unable to find it, but too embarrassed to ask the teacher for a copy, he began to doodle in his notebook, giving the illusion he was taking notes. "Here," you whispered, "I've got a spare." Eddie looked at you puzzled, "Why on earth do you have a spare textbook?" "Honestly, I figured you wouldn't have one, so I got two." You smiled at him. He looked at you with a face that displayed eternal gratitude. "You're so weird," his frown turned to a smile, "and I'm so lucky." Eddie had never really had 'school supplies', and you meant what you said about this being the year he graduated. You were going to do everything you could to help, even if that meant forcing him to study and making sure he had all the textbooks he required. He knew that you weren't buying him school supplies because he or his uncle couldn't, but that it was because you genuinely cared for him.

When lunch finally rolled around, you looked everywhere for Eddie, but, he was nowhere to be found. You sat at your usual table, neither Eddie nor his D&D friends were anywhere to be found, so for now, you sat alone. That was until you saw your brother charging through the cafeteria. "Odd," you thought to yourself. "I wonder where he's running to?" You were no stranger to the antics of your brother, his friends, and the Upside Down. So out of instinct, you followed him. He ran into an empty classroom, which you too were going to enter until you looked through the frosted pane of glass. Dustin had run into a Hellfire meeting, headed up, of course, by Eddie.

Leaving them to it, you smiled and walked back to the cafeteria, grateful that your brother and boyfriend were getting along as well as you had known they would. Even if Dustin didn't know about your relationship.

Your first class after lunch felt like it had lasted forever. When the bell finally rang, you grabbed your belongings and ran straight for the door, not hearing what the teacher had said about homework at all. When you got to your locker, Eddie was already there waiting for you. "What took you so long?" he dramatically looked at his watch. "Shut up and tell me why you were talking to my brother." You quizzed him with a smile. "Little Henderson wants to join Hellfire," he shrugged, "what can I say, word gets around fast that I'm the best Dungeon Master in this town." A fact you were not going to dispute. Although you had never actually witnessed a Hellfire meeting, you had flicked through Eddie's notes when he was preparing a campaign (on more than one occasion). "And you're going to....?" you waited for him to respond. "I'm going to....?" he mocked your tone and you cocked your head to one side. "Obviously I'm going to let him and his friends join." "Okay, it sounds like there's a but." "But," he continued, confirming your suspicions, "I can't just let them join, that would be crazy, Gareth and Jeff would kill me. They have to pass the initiation first." "God, you're sadistic, I love you." You breathed, shaking your head ever so slightly. "That's what they tell me, and, I love you too." He placed a quick, chaste kiss on your forehead before walking off to his next class. One that he no doubt was not going to pay attention to. You watched Eddie walk away and began to wonder what kind of madness he would come up with for your brother and his friends.

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"PLEASE!" Dustin begged. "Yeah, please, please, please!" Added Mike. "You have to!" Lucas chimed in. "Oh, I have to, do I?" You raised your eyebrow at the boy. "Oh, erm, I mean," Lucas stumbled over his words, "You're our only hope." He elaborated. "Ah!" You looked between the three boys, "So I'm your Obi-Wan." Dustin began to smile, he knew this meant you were in, the other two, however, just stood there nodding frantically. "Okay, I'll join," the three boys began to cheer. "BUT," you raised your hand, "there is one condition." You heard a chorus of "name it" "anything" and a dramatic "here we go" which came with an eye-roll, from Lucas, Mike and Dustin, in that order. "You must not, and I repeat, must not, tell Eddie it was me who taught the three of you to play in the first place." The three boys agreed very quickly to your condition. "Good," you nodded, sattisfied. "Now go get in the car so we can get this show on the road!

As you drove back towards the school, you couldn't help but think about the look on Eddie's face when he discovered that you had been keeping this secret from him for as long as you had known him. "So why don't you want Eddie to know?" Mike asked you. "Erm," you racked your brain trying to come up with something believable that on the one hand didn't expose your relationship, and on the other hand didn't make it seem like the two of you had never even so much as spoken to one another. It's not like you were trying to hide your relationship, in fact, chances are pretty much the whole school knew by now. It's just your family who didn't, and you weren't even hiding it! Eddie would pick you up for school and drop you at home regularly. "I mean we share a few classes, but it's not like we ever talk about D&D, you know." You shrugged, hoping you had managed to quell their curiosity. Which it had done, for now.

"I can't wait, this is going to be so much fun!" Lucas cheered as the three boys exited the car ahead of you. "I've heard his campaigns are EPIC!" Dustin squealed. "I've heard they're ruthless!" Mike's voice matched the excitement in his eyes. "You guys go ahead, I'll be right behind you." You called as you locked your car. The boys ran off and made their way to the classroom reserved for Hellfire; you on the other hand, took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what was going to happen next.

"So," you heard as you neared the classroom, "who did you bring?" Eddie had asked the three excited boys. "That would be me." You answered, stepping into the room before any of them could say anything. "Really?" Eddie asked, confused and surprised. "You.... don't play?" You weren't sure if that was a question or a statement. Eddie began walking towards you. He was unable to hear the three boys stifling their giggles. Dustin, Mike and Lucas took their seats on your right-hand side. You carried on walking towards Eddie, paying no attention to the grin on his face and meeting him halfway across the room. "Who do you think taught these dweebs to play?" Motioning towards them with your head. “My god, you’re so damn hot." Eddie breathed.

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Live from the Upside Down | Eddie Munson

Day Ten of Kinktober

Summary: There is a special Corroded Coffin show in Hawkins to celebrate Halloween. You've been a devoted fan since Eddie started becoming a part of your family, but you haven't seen him in what has felt like forever. Seeing the metalhead again stirs up feelings you forgot you had.

wc: ~3.9k

Pairings: Rockstar!Older!Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader (Older Eddie is 30, reader is 23. Feelings had been secretly mutual for a while, but Eddie did not groom reader and they did not explore any of their feelings until reader was of age and able to make informed consent.)

Warnings: smut smut smut, so this is obviously 18+ MDNI!!! cheating (reader had a boyfriend but was not serious, but don't cheat on your partners, y'all), oral (m receiving), facefucking, swallowing cum, fingering, reference to Eddie being overstimulated, public sex, power and control kink if you squint, Eddie and Reader join the mile high club but is not included in the story.

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a/n: thank you for your patience yall. I had a really fucky wucky night and I just could not get this thing done. There will be two posts today, and the potential for there to be two posts on Friday because its my birthday Thursday!! I love you all and thank you for the continued support.

It had been almost 10 years to the day that Eddie Munson had left town. Five years since Eddie had stuck his middle finger up to Hawkins and left everyone and everything behind. It had been 8 years since Corroded Coffin took off and started touring the world. You were 13 when Eddie left, your brother - arguably Eddie’s biggest fan - was 15. The rockstar came back to visit often, opting to stay with your family rather than an empty hotel. Your mom cooked elaborate dinners when he was in town and Eddie would always bring you and Dustin souvenirs from his travels around the world. Eddie was an honorary member of the Henderson clan, but the looks you gave him were always more longing than that of the ‘annoying little sister’. Dustin figured you had a little crush, and that's all you chalked it up to be as well. But even once Eddie would inevitably leave again, you felt your heart shatter. As you got older, you let your fleeting feelings take a back burner as you had casual boyfriends. You hated to admit it, but even when they were around, your mind would wander to Eddie and what he would feel like between your thighs instead of your boy toy for the month.

Eddie hadn’t been shy in sharing his admiration for you, especially when you graduated and even more so when you started going to the bars with Dustin and his friends. Last time he was in town, the three of you had blundered home drunk from the Hideout. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you slapped a kiss onto his cheek.

“I’m happy you’re here, Eddie.” He looked into your glassy eyes with admiration. He kissed you back on your cheek. He smelt of weed and whiskey, but it was home. You felt like you belonged in his arms and the way he held you made you believe he felt the same way. You wanted to kiss him so badly, but your moment was interrupted when Dustin clammored back to the two of you, beers clanging in his hands. There had been stolen glances since then, but never the same moment. That was two whole years ago, and you hadn’t seen him since your last goodbye a few short weeks after.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, a haze of hairspray clouding your vision. You ran your finger across your bottom lip, smudging away any rogue pink stain from your lip liner. Your lashes were fanned out and your eyes had the perfect dusting of glitter for them to pop. Your heart was beating out of your chest with excitement. Dustin’s old Corroded Coffin shirt hung across your shoulders and your legs were showcased effortlessly with a pair of ripped shorts. You were unnaturally excited, not having seen one of your favorite people in the world for unnaturally too long. When Eddie hadn’t been calling as often, but your heart skipped a beat when you saw 5 tickets for Eddie’s Hideout Halloween concert and a note from the rockstar, you couldn’t help but squeal in excitement. Your smile faltered when you looked at the names on the guestlist details in the letter: Dustin Henderson +1, Robin Buckley, and lastly your name scribbled with a +1 beside it. Eddie thought you would have a boyfriend or at least a date that would accompany you. You opted to invite your friend Chrissy, instead of your new boyfriend in hopes to send a message.

Dustin, Suzy, Chrissy and Robin filed into your family station wagon and you made the short trek across town. Dustin and Suzy had gone as some interpretations of Labyrinth characters. Robin wore her Camp Crystal Lake T-shirt she had gotten from the Goodwill and Chrissy had slipped into her old cheerleading uniform. You opted not to wear any halloween costumes, instead choosing to put on an outfit to highlight your best assets. You crowded into the bustling bar, feeling a warm fuzz in your chest from the shots you had taken with Suzy and Robin. You pushed your way to the front of the busy stage. The lights from the stage filled you with more anticipation. The boys had done their sound check before you arrived - you normally were invited to sound check and to hang out with the band, but apparently they wanted to keep their new sets a secret - so you bounced on your feet, waiting for the empty space to be filled with cheering, buzzing of amps and the thrash of guitar.

The music ran through you like electricity. You danced and jumped and sang along to every song. Eddie’s eyes pierced through yours as he sang the band’s idea of a slower love song, your wide grin made Eddie smirk and blush. In a sea of people, you were the only set of eyes he could connect to; your presence was magnetic and he had forgotten how much he had truly missed you. You had lost the plumpness in your cheeks and your hips swayed gracefully. You were no longer Dustin’s cute little sister, and Eddie finally felt like he could finally act on his most suppressed desires, and he could tell that you were encouraging him to. He poured this desire into his music. Your cohort of friends whooped and screamed at the end of the show, showing Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Drew the love and appreciation louder than anyone else in the swelling crowd.

The five of you waited by the front of the stage until a burly man in a tight black T-shirt approached you from the stage. He had his sunglasses on and a mean snarl fastened to his face.

“Eddie wants to see all of you in the green room. Follow me.” The man gave you no time to ask questions, but you all hauled yourselves onto the stage and followed him backstage and down a dimly lit hallway. You giggled. Even Eddie’s wildly successful band couldn’t mask the Hideout for what it really was: a dump. The security guard stopped in the middle of the hallway and gestured to the door on your left. One by one, all of your friends filed in, but you felt a meaty grip on your shoulder.

“Not you, you follow me.” the guard ordered. None of your people had noticed your swift exit. You were led into the room across the hall. The guard opened the door up for you and you were hurried into the open door. It was closed the second you breached the doorway and you were met with a stark smell of weed and leather couches dimly lit with assorted lamps (that had undoubtedly been retrieved from the Hawkins dump). A familiar head of damp curls and a shit eating grin greeted you, standing from one of the leather couches.

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was low, but the excitement on his face was palpable. Your heart somersaulted as you lunged into his arms.

“Missed you, Ed.” you muffled into his shirt.

“Likewise, sweets.” His hands migrated to your waist and he had to restrain himself from grabbing lower or harder. His cool was rapidly slipping. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes. He couldn’t deny that he had fucked his own fist thinking about your eyes looking up at him like that between his own thighs. You pulled away from him like you could sense the burning hot need inside of him. Eddie’s face fell into a frown of want. You were wrapped around his finger already.

“Where is every-” You couldn’t finish your sentence and Eddie had you up against the wall, his lips crashed onto yours. You let out a surprised moan as your lips frantically tried to keep up with Eddie’s assault. You craned your neck up to let Eddie deepen the kiss. With matching moans, you opened your mouth to let Eddie’s tongue explore you. What you wouldn’t give to feel his tongue explore elsewhere…

Eddie pulled away from you with a smack and studied your face, searching for any kind of hesitation. What he found instead was your normally bright eyes dark with lust, your lips were swollen and you bit down hard on your lip. Eddie moaned at the sight of you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Eddie cooed into your neck as he began another assault on your clavicle. He sucked hard onto you and when you hissed out in pain, he ran his tongue across the throbbing bruise to soothe it.

“Eddie…” you huffed. “I-I’ve wanted you since I could remember.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie sneered as he took off his own merch from your body. “That why you brought Chrissy and not some boy, huh? You got a boyfriend I should be worried about?” He spoke into your skin, kissing and licking around the edge of your bra. The contact of your bare back onto the brick wall, along with Eddie’s mouth on you sent goosebumps all over your body. You reached down to his belt buckle to free him from the layer that keeps you from him.

“So what if I do?” you shoot back. “You gonna stop this and not fuck me?” Eddie let out a dark chuckle as you finally freed him from the confines of his jeans. His head tilted back and you got a glimpse of the rockstar’s delicious neck. It was your turn to begin a barrage of hickies from his pulse point down to his Adam's apple. He hissed as your hands traced over his hardening cock in his boxers. He pushed himself against you, pressing you further into the wall.

“Nah sweets. Just wanna know if I’m gonna steal you away from some poor fuck or not.” Eddie whispered in your ear. “I heard that once you fuck a rockstar, nothing else is the same. So I’m gonna make you so cockdrunk that you’re only going to want me. That sound good, babe? You wanna fuck a rockstar?” You violently shook your head as Eddie grabbed your wrist and sat himself down on the couch behind you. You slotted yourself between his legs on the floor, your arms caging his body onto the couch.

“Show me how bad you want it, doll. How bad have you wanted me to fuck you, huh?” The man snided. The lines of friendship and the days of being friends had vanished before the two of you, there was no going back and you couldn’t wait to show Eddie how ‘all or nothing’ you could be.

Eddie’s cock now stood at full attention, making a hard tent in his boxers. He pulled his jeans off of his slender hips and lifted his shirt over his head. You hooked your fingers under the band of his boxers and pulled down, revealing the most beautiful cock you had ever seen.

Maybe it was because it was Eddie’s or maybe it really was that impressively big, but your mouth watered as soon as he exposed himself. His cock was exceptionally long and girthy, a vein led you from his heavy balls all the way to his pink leaking tip. You licked your lips as you lined your mouth up with Eddie’s cock. You tease him with small kitten licks to his tip, tasting his salty precum and humming in satisfaction. Eddie let out a guttural moan as you sink your mouth all the way to the hilt, breathing out your nose to prevent yourself from gagging. Eddie’s big brown eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Yeah, doll. That’s a good girl. You’re my good girl.” You hummed into him and you felt his legs shake at the vibrations.

“Fuck with a mouth like yours, I’ll make you famous. You can have anything you fucking want” Eddie blabbed. “Anything for my girl - fuuuuuck you look so good with my cock in your mouth. I knew you would. Fuck, I got myself off to thinking about your lips around my cock.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes back at the thought of you being Eddie’s girl that he could have any girl in the world and he had still chosen you. You wanted to show him how much you appreciate him choosing you - boring old you from Hawkins, Indiana when he could have models, actresses, other musicians. You wanted to pinch yourself. You guided Eddie’s hands into your hair and he pulled hard.

“Fuck, my baby like being used as a little fuck toy? Let me fuck that pretty face of yours and ruin that makeup you got on” Eddie chuckled. He pulled your mouth all the way off of his dick, you unintentionally drooled all over him at the loss of contact; but it wasn’t for long, because Eddie slammed back into you, your throat screaming at him for stretching you out. Your eyes stung with tears and Eddie pulled you all the way off and thrust back into your mouth. Eddie gripped you tightly and thrust into your face, probing the back of your throat until you gagged.

“Jesus fuck, you’re the best little plaything I’ve had. You’re gonna make me cum” the rockstar cooed. His chest was heaving violently and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. He grabbed your cheeks and pounded into your mouth at an unrelenting pace. You felt as if you were going to pass out from the lack of oxygen but suddenly he paused, his cock twitching and you felt hot and salty ropes of cum coat the back of your throat. You gagged on him, hitting Eddie with another wave of intense pleasure. He pulled himself out of your mouth and stood you up with him. He grabbed at your waist and lunged in to kiss you. Your kisses had minimal feeling but lust. You felt like you were going to combust if you didn’t feel his dick twitch around your soaked pussy. Eddie pushed you into the wall yet again and expertly removed your shorts. His hand went straight to your core and you wrapped your leg around his waist to give him better access. He cupped and rubbed at you, pulling whimper after moan and gasp out of you. The friction was delicious but you needed more, you needed all of him. You needed to give him all of you.

“You’re a needy girl, huh doll? You’ve been waiting for this haven’t you. Tell me how long,” You were putty in his hands. His husky voice sent shivers down your spine and tightened the forming knot in your abdomen.

“I’ve been waiting for longer than I’d like to admit, Eddie.” Your desperate eyes bored into his. You needed to show him how serious you were about it. Eddie stuck his fingers into you, a shit eating grin spreading on his face. He chuckled as you writhed beneath him, his fingers stretching you out expertly.

“Yeah, baby had a crush on me since you were a girl huh? Wanted me since you couldn’t have me?” You screwed your eyes shut as Eddie curled his fingers inside of you. You mouthed a silent ‘yes’, afraid that if you spoke you would disintegrate into nothing. You were so hot, the friction too much. You wanted to cry and beg Eddie to take you and make you feel good, but you knew that your pleas would fall on deaf ears. The man was ready to toy with you. You knew that you would be disposable to you, he could have anyone he wanted, but he was here with you.

“Well doll… I’ll tell you something” he added another finger into your throbbing hole and you clenched down on him. He leaned in so his stubble was brushing against your cheek and his breath fanned down your neck. “I’ve wanted you for a fucking long time.” Your breath hitched in your throat as Eddie pulled back to lock eyes with you. His chocolate irises were still dark with lust, but there was a glint of something more, something you found familiar in your own stare: longing.

Eddie pulled his fingers out of you and popped them in his mouth with a humm. He pushed you harder up against the wall by your hips, attaching his mouth to yours again. You wrapped both of your legs around his lithe waist. He grabbed his still-hard cock and ran it through your wet folds. You both hiss at the contact, matching desperation to feel the other fully. Eddie slowly sheathed himself in you, letting you get used to the stretch of him. You’ve navigated your way through many sexual encounters, but Eddie most definitely was the biggest, and quickly proved to be the most skilled. A twang of jealousy panged your heart as you pondered how he got so good at making you feel good…

All thoughts were muddled when Eddie pulled out of you and thrust back in. His thick tip hit your G-spot and your legs shook. You knew you weren’t going to last long. Eddie began his relenting pace, his eyes fixed to where your two bodies met.

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me baby. You’re so tight.”

“F-fuck Eddie you feel so good.” Eddie thrusted harder at your praise.

“Gonna wreck this pussy for that little boyfriend of yours. Make you so drunk on my cock that you’re gonna leave and dump him. You gonna leave that boy so you can be my plaything, doll?” You nodded your head in agreement. You couldn’t go back to Andy after this. Every other guy was now ruined thanks to Eddie. The man’s hips snapped at an unrelenting pace.

“Gonna fuck all those thoughts out of that pretty head. All you’re gonna think is me.” Eddie gritted his teeth. He wanted to screw his eyes shut to ground himself, but he couldn’t risk not watching you fall apart on him. He was screwing into you so fast you had to bite on your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out in ecstacy.

Eddie knew you were close. You were clenching down on him like a vice, your breath hitched and your chest heaved so hard he thought your ribs were going to bust out of your chest. Your chant of pleas and praises began. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

“Yeah baby, tell me who this pussy belongs to. Say my name.”

They came out as muffled screams as you tried to contain the waves of pleasure wracking your body. Your beautiful face twisted at the power of your climax. Eddie suckled small hickies onto your shoulders to ease you out of your trance. When your chest ceased heaving and your eyes fluttered open, Eddie pulled himself completely out of you - too overstimulated to cum again. He just wanted to wrap his arms around you. He bent down and grabbed your shorts and shirt as you placed your panties back in the proper position. Eddie felt that if he looked at your doe eyes he would fall apart in front of you, so he handed you your shorts, turned his body away from yours and offered a quiet ‘you should go back to the other dressing room and I’ll follow behind you in a couple minutes’. Your face contorted from satisfaction and adoration to confusion and hurt. You scoffed and began to walk to the door.

“Nice, Eddie. Nice to know that this was just a quick fuck for you.” You spat, your venom piercing Eddie in the heart. He didn’t want to hurt you, far from it. But you were dangerous, uncharted territory - he didn’t know how to navigate his feelings for you. He lunged at your arm that was holding the handle of the old metal door. You both stared at each other - him with eyes full of sorrow, and yours full of anger. He cautiously pulled his hands up to cup your face and even though you flinched, you let him touch you and pull you into him.

When it was the only sensation to focus on, you concluded that Eddie had the softest lips. They moved expertly against you because he was gentle and doting and wanted to pour every bit of adoration he had for you into it. With his kiss he told you that what he said wasn’t a lie, that he was scared of how much he liked you, how he felt like he could fall in love with you someday. You pulled away with tears in your eyes and your lower lip trembled. Eddie ran his thumb across it.

“Go, and let’s talk about this later. Right now the last thing we need is your brother worrying about you.” Eddie sighed. You nodded your head slowly in understanding. You opened the door and stepped into the fluorescent hallway. With one last longing look at the rockstar, you retreated across the hallway and were gone with the closing of Eddie’s door. The metalhead leaned against the door and took a pull at his curly locks. You really were going to be the death of him… either you or Dustin for fucking his sister - fuck! For being in love with his sister.

“Where the fuck were you?” Dustin snapped when you entered the stuffy room.

“Bathroom” you dismissed as you skipped over to Eddie’s bandmates to give them hugs and congratulate on the show. Dustin eyed you suspiciously. Something seemed off. You were gone for 10 minutes. He decided to try to push the thought to the back of his mind, but anger bubbled to the surface when Eddie walked in shortly after you, sporting new hickies that definitely weren’t there during the show. His eyes flicked between the two of you and he noticed your own marks threatening to peek out of the shoulder of your t-shirt.

“Eddie!” Dustin boomed. Eddie looked like a deer in headlights as his eyes flash from Dustin’s to yours.

“Missed you buddy?”

Two months later:

You packed your two small duffel bags and hugged your brother and your friends goodbye. Since Eddie’s show, he has called to talk to you almost every night. He came back for Christmas and New Years. You both told your mother about your budding relationship and although she was concerned about the 7 years between the two of you, she ultimately was relieved that you weren’t hanging out with the loser boys you used to bring home. On New Years Eddie had asked you to go on tour with the band after you shared your midnight kiss. You excitedly agreed, and two weeks later, you were packing your bags to head to the private hangar of the Indianapolis International Airport. The burly security guard picked you up in a sleek black cadillac and dropped you to the biggest private jet you had ever seen. Security man grabbed your bags for you and you trotted up the stairs to the jet. Your metalhead met you at the cockpit with a wide smile and a kiss. You both got comfortable on one of the leather couches behind rows of leather plane seats. There was champagne waiting for you. Eddie handed you a flute and you cheersed.

“Ready to join the mile high club?”

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He Knows....

this is a repost because the last one had a ton of mistakes

He Knows...

I had a request for this but can’t find it.

Eddie Munson X Henderson Reader

Summary: Dustin is oblivious to the hints to his sister’s hidden relationship with Eddie until hes not....

Warnings: little bit of drug use little bit of sexual content

“Y/N! Y/N!” Dustin yells running down the hallway. Y/N turns from her locker and her conversation with Gareth and Eddie to see her brother running towards them, Lucas and Mike trailing behind him. Eddie pulling his arm from around her waist hoping Dustin didn’t see.

“What’s up Dusty?” Y/N asks as he stops in front her catching his breath.

“I need to borrow your jacket, next period we’re doing some research outside and I didn’t bring one myself” Dustin says leaning against a locker

“Oh sure” she pulls out a jean jacket out of her locker handing it to him

“Thanks” he shrugs it on

“Uh Y/N why does your jacket smell like weed?” Lucas asks scrunching his nose and leaning back a bit

“Oh, I was in the art room with some other students this morning must be from one of them?”

“Oh yeah sure a random student. Not because you were with the guy who sells…” Gareth is cut off by Eddie slamming his arm knocking his books out of hands. “What the hell dude?”

“Shit dude, might want to be more CAREFUL next time” Eddie grits out giving him a look

“Hey, we’ve got to go class is meeting on the football field today” Mike says pointing down the hall

“Ok, see you later Y/N” Dustin says following behind Mike and Lucas

“That jacket kind of smells like eddies van” Mike says raising his eyebrows. Dustin gives him a weird look and a head shake.

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Later that day at lunch...

“Hey Eddie, what time were you planning on stopping by later?” Dustin asks the boy sitting at the head of their lunch table

“I’m not sure. Why?” Eddie responds shoving a pretzel in his mouth

“Well, I need to go over to Mike's for a bit after school to work on a project, might be a couple of hours before we get done.”

“Oh, ok no problem I’ll come by later tonight then” Eddie tells him before the conversation turns to Hellfire club stuff.

Later after lunch Eddie corners Y/N against the wall before she goes int her classroom

“Hey what are you doing?” she asks looking around

“The little shrimp is already in his class, don’t worry” Eddie says running a hand through her hair

“Oh ok” she relaxes against the wall and into his touch

“So, Dustin has informed me he will gone for a few hours after school at Mike’s so I was thinking I could come over while he’s gone, and we could have some alone time”

“Hhmmm and what do you want to do in that alone time?” she asks running a hand down his arm

“Hhmmm I’ve kind of had my eye on those new hair products you got”

“Oh yeah? I think your just trying to get me to wash your hair again” she laughs

“I will never turn down a shower with you. We can always start there” he leans in kissing her lips

“Just come straight over to mine after school, my mom will be gone and I'll drop Mike and Dustin off on my way.” She tells him before heading into the classroom.

Later that afternoon they lay on Y/N’s bed, most of their clothes discarded on the floor leaving Eddie in his boxers and Y/N in a pair of sleep shorts, hair wet from their shower. Y/N laying on her back legs around his waist hand in his hair, making out. Both moaning and humming into their kisses. So wrapped up in each other and the radio playing in the background they didn’t hear the front door open and were both startled when there was a knock on her bedroom door.

“Y/N.”

“shit” Eddie whispers sitting up on the bed

“Shit shit, here in the closet” she motions towards the doors getting off the bed

“Uh yeah just one sec Dusty.” She says looking around franticly for her shirt, throwing on the first ones she sees which happens to be Eddie’s Motorhead shirt. She kicks his shoes under her bed on her way to her door

“Hey. You’re back early” she says a little breathlessly opening her door

“Yeah, we got done much quicker than expected and Nancy was leaving so she gave me a ride home”

“Oh, ok cool. “

“So, I was thinking we could order pizza for dinner since Eddies going to be over later to work on campaign stuff with me”

“Yeah, sounds good” she tells him nervously tugging on the bottom of her shirt

“Hey Eddie has that same shirt! He was wearing it at school today. Huh funny” Dustin laughs and heads downstairs. Y/N shuts the door and leans against it and Eddie steps out of her closet laughing.

“Not funny asshole” she smacks him on the shoulder when he gets close enough.

“Hmm where were we?” Eddie wraps his arms around her waist leaning in to kiss her.

“Uh no, Dustin is home now and plus you have to go you’re supposed to be meeting him here in a while.” Eddie throws his head back with a pout

“Well as much as I like seeing you in my clothes, I’m going to need this” he tugs on his shirt.

“He can’t see you wearing this now. Be a bit suspicious if you show up in it and I’m no longer wearing it.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do be a bit weird if I show up shirtless” Y/N walks over to her closet pulling out a shirt and tossing it to him.

“Here. Now out the window and be quiet.” She waves a hand towards the window as he gets dressed. He leaves her with a kiss and a wave before climbing out the window and heading around the block to his van. A little while later he’s knocking on the front door and Dustin’s answers

“Hey Eddie” Dustin lets him in

“Hey man” Eddie walks in shedding his jacket

“We ordered pizza a bit ago and it should be here soon if you’re hungry” Dustin say turning around to face him

“Hey that’s weird” he says pointing at the shirt Eddie wears “my sister has a shirt just like that and she was just wearing one like you had on at school today”

“Huh that is weird. So, what do you want to work on first?” Eddie asks trying to change the subject

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the next morning....

“Go on in Dustin I’m going to wait out here. I’ve got to meet with a project partner really quick before school starts.” Y/N tells her brother as they exit her car in the school parking lot

“Are you sure? Want me to wait with you?”

“NO! it fine shouldn’t be long”

“Ok well I’ll see you later”

“bye” she waves and waits until he’s around the corner to the building before heading in the opposite direction toward the end of the parking lot where Eddie's van is parked. Not seeing Eddie in the driver’s seat as she approaches she slides open the side door finding him sitting in the floor leaning against the driver’s seat, joint in his hand and a smile on his face when he sees her.

“Hey doll, thought you forgot about me” he tells her with that smile she finds absolutely irresistible.

“Blame Dustin. He wouldn’t hurry up this morning too busy talking to Suzie.” She tells him crawling in the van sliding the door shut behind her.

“hmmm” he hums as she crawls onto his lap and tapping the hand with the joint

“You need to do something with that if you want to make up for lost time”

“don’t want to share?” he asks taking a hit

“No, I think Dustin is catching onto the smell” his reply is cut off by her lips latching onto his after he puts it out. They make out for a bit before Eddie pulls back with a groan

“Mmm woke up thinking about you this morning.” He says kissing up her neck

“Oh, is this why this is here” she says grinding down on the bulge in his jeans. He bites down on her neck with a moan

“I think I should definitely stay over at Robin's this weekend” she adds adding air quotes around her statement still rocking her hips

“Oh yes you should. Or hear me out we can skip out today and head over to your house while your mom is at work and have the whole house and bed to ourselves.” He lets out a whine running his hands up the back of her shirt

“I have a presentation today I can’t miss” she tells him

“fuck” he groans out burying his face in her neck

“But if we're quick we can definitely take care of this “she runs her hand over his arousal

“Serious?” his head snaps up eyes wide

“Yeah serious” she says kneeling up sliding her panties off under her skirt

“Oh, fuck you really are serious!” he says hands flying to his belt and jeans

Later that day Y/N approaches Dustin and Robin at his locker.

“Hey, Robs” she earns a wave back from the girl “Dust Bunny” she says throwing her arm around her brother in a tight hug swinging him back and forth

“Stop!” he laughs shrugging her off and turning to face her “what the hell is with you guys today?” he exclaims with a gesture to the red and purple markings on her neck.

“What?” she asks covering them with her hand

“First Robin and Vickie and now you! “He says eyes wide and mouth open. She glances to the other girl noticing the purpling mark under her jaw. “And Eddie! He had hickeys on his neck, shoulder and even his chest in gym this morning.

“His chest?!” Robin says looking wide eyed in Y/Ns direction. Y/N nudges her arm giving her a look. “Wonder how those got there huh Y/N?” Robin asks nudging her arm back

“What?” Dustin asks

“Nothing nothing oh look at that got to get to class” Robin says before turning and disappearing down the hall

“ Y/N what did she mean by that?” Dustin asks hands on his hips looking an awful lot like Steve when he’s in mom mode. A look on his face that says he thinks he knows exactly what she meant by it

“don’t worry about it she was just being bumbling mumbling Robin you know how she is” Y/N says slowly walking away backwards

“Wait you didn’t have those this morning and I saw you and Eddie walk into school this morning together!” Dustin shouts at her down the hall

“What? Sorry can’t hear you. got to get to class.” She tells him before turning into her classroom. Dustin doesn’t question her on it the rest of the day even when they get home, so she assumes he hadn’t connected the dots like she previously thought. But he had and he approaches Eddie at the table in the cafeteria the next day at lunch

“So, Y/n told me what was going on between you two” he says as he sists down in hi seat

“Shit! She did?!”

“Yeah…” Dustin says a little in shock that he was right. He had hope he was misreading the situation yesterday

“Listen man it’s not…. like I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. Its not just a passing fling. There are real feeling there la lot strong feeling.” Dustin sits there mouth open shock all over his face at his dungeon master’s confession. “We wanted to tell you but at first it was just new, and we were adjusting to it ourselves and then time just slipped away and here wea re. but I’m glad you know now.” Eddie finishes patting him on the shoulder.

“How…how long?” Dustin asks not seeing Y/N approaching from behind him

“Four months” Eddie tells him smiling in her direction

“Four Months?! You’ve been seeing my sister for four months behind my back?”

“You told him?!” Y/N exclaims stopping next to Eddie

“What? He said you told him “Eddie says looking at Dustin

“I did not!” she turns her head towards her brother “what the hell Dustin?”

“I just… after yesterday I suspected, and you know just though I wanted to know” he rambles

“I can’t believe you would pull this” she says

“I can’t believe you guys hid your relationship from me for four months” he responds

“Ok so we both did dumb things. But I’m glad it’s out in the open now” she says leaning against Eddie and sliding her hand on his back

“Fucking finally” Eddie says pulling her down into his lap wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her.

“Ew you guys aren’t going to be one of those couple now, are you?” dustin asks in disgust

“Can’t help it” Eddie says laughing and kissing her on the cheek

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson reader #eddie munson

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Nothing else matters (part 1)

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

TW : Eating disorder

You and Eddie have been dating for two months now, you met thanks to your little brother Dustin Henderson, who asked you to replace Lucas at a DnD game. You've been part of the Hellfire ever since then and Eddie and you slowly grew closer, until one day he confessed his feelings towards you, afraid that you would laugh to his face or friendzone him. But everything worked out perfectly as you were feeling the same way, and the two of you started dating. You've been planning your road trip for a month now. You're really excited but also really nervous, Eddie doesn't know that you struggle a lot with food. You always find an excuse not to eat with him or not to eat at all, but now you're going to spend an entire week with him and hiding your eating disorder will be really complicated. Deep down, you know that you could tell Eddie, that he wouldn't judge you, but you still fear that he won't want to be with someone like you, someone "broken", well that's what you think of yourself at least. You think you're broken. You also know that this will sadden him and even maybe hurt him.

You're in your room packing when you hear Eddie's van pull over in your driveway. You finish packing quickly before heading downstairs. When you arrive you can hear Eddie and Dustin having an heated conversation about DnD, you smile at the sight of your brother and your boyfriend getting along so well, it's like a dream for you. When he sees you, Eddie walk towards you and kiss you on the lips. As soon as his lips touch yours you hear your brother mutter "gross".

After saying goodbye to your brother and mom, you take Eddie's hand and walk towards the van. He opens the passenger door for you, before heading to the driver's seat. He pulls out of your driveway and the holidays can finally start. You're going to a city named Shipshewana, it is 4 hours away from Hawkins. When you arrive on the highway, Eddie takes your hand, you spend the ride listening to the new mixtape you've made for him.

After 2 hours of the van ride, Eddie stops for lunch, he stops next to a forest, you take out a blanket and lay it on the floor, while Eddie takes out a basket full of food. Only looking at it makes you sick, but you don't know how to tell Eddie and you know he probably spent hours making this, so instead you sit on the blanket, hoping that Eddie won't notice that you're not eating. Eddie starts eating before noticing that you didn't take any food.

"Don't you like anything I've made" Eddie says with his mouth full

"It's not that..." you say, trying to put your thoughts into words "You know I never ate in front of you."

"And ?" Eddie asks, clueless of where you are getting at

"And... I... I have eating disorders" you say hesitantly but also ashamed, you don't even dare to look at Eddie.

Eddie takes your hand in his and look at you "I don't know what to say YN, but I wanna help you, help you eat properly. We can start with a small thing, what do you think about a cherry tomato ?"

You nod and Eddie hands you a cherry tomato, you stare at it for agonizing minutes.

"You can do it YN, I know it" Eddie says, trying to encourage you. At his words, you end up eating the cherry tomato, but right after you feel guilty and Eddie can sense it.

"You know, tomatoes are basically almost only water, and they don’t have a lot of calories, I don't know if it helps you to know that but I wanted to let you know" he says reassuringly while lightning up his cigarette.

"Thank you" you say "Thank you for taking it so well, I had never opened myself this way, to anyone."

"Did you think I'd run away for something that's out of your control" Eddie says amused.

You shyly look at the ground before answering "You deserve better than someone as broken as me"

"You're not broken YN, you're going through something tough, yes, but I'm here, I'm always here, by your side, no matter what. I'll be here every steps of the way and we'll go through this, together. It doesn't matter how long it takes. I love you and nothing else matters"

You smile at Eddie's words before kissing him, a tear roll down from your cheek and fall on Eddie's, he pull away and wipes your tears. "Don't cry Angel"

"It's... it's just what you said... It's so beautiful Eddie, thank you, thank you so much"

Eddie pulls you in a hug before putting the food back in the basket. You both go back to the van and Eddie drives again, he think about the fact that he booked a restaurant for tonight. What should he do, cancel ? Ask you if you're okay with it ? Keep the surprise and pray that it won't trigger you ? Eddie ends up telling you "I had made a reservation in a restaurant for us tonight, do you want me to cancel given..." he looks for the right words, knowing it is a sensitive topic. "Your relationship with food" You wince at how he put it which makes Eddie apologize right away "I'm so sorry I didn't know how to put it into words"

"It's okay" you answer, you then take a deep shaky breathe before saying "Don't cancel the reservation, I wanna try. Thank you so much for the kind gesture"

"Are you sure baby ? I can cancel, it's no big deal" he answers

"I'm sure" you answer

You spend the rest of the ride listening to first the mixtape you made him for your two months anniversary and then the mixtape he made for you before you even got together. The mixtape you made was mostly filled with songs from The Rolling Stones, The Red Hot Chili Peppers and Bon Jovi while the one he made was mostly Dio, Black Sabbath and Metallica.

After 2 more hours of driving, you finally arrive at Shipshewana, Eddie parks the van at the edge of a forest.

You head out of the van and go for a little hike in the forest, at some point you start feeling dizzy and being pale, Eddie can see it. "You want me to piggyback you ?"

You smile at the gesture "Are you sure you can? Am I not too heavy ?"

"You're far from heavy, and I can, I promise" Eddie piggybacks you and you head back to the van.

You put the blanket in the back of the van and you lay in the back, cuddling.

"At what time is the reservation?" you ask

"9 pm, in 3 hours" Eddie answers

"Oh my God !" You say

"What ? Do you have second thoughts ?" Eddie asks, concerned

"No, not at all, I just didn't bring an outfit to go to the restaurant, or even to go out at all !" you answer

"That's fine angel, don't worry about it. You can just wear your jean and that black Metallica crop top I made for you" he answers

"But it's not fancy enough to go to a restaurant" you say

"It is for me" Eddie says grinning

You go through your stuff in your bag and pull out the Metallica crop top, you take off your shirt and put the Metallica t-shirt on, you then look down at yourself, self conscious of your curves and start being anxious. Eddie can tell you are anxious and looks at you concerned before saying "What's wrong baby?"

"Don't I look fat in this, I mean we can see my tummy and-" you're cut off by Eddie

"You look beautiful. Life is ours, we live it our way, nothing else matters. Please never care for what they do or think, you are beautiful to me. Besides, I really love your tummy" Eddie says while kissing it. You giggle at his touch.

"Stop it" you say in between laughs. Eddie stops after five good minutes and says "Do you wanna do your makeup ?"

"Yes please" you answer out of breathe from all the laughing.

"I'll be right outside if you need me"

You do a nude makeup before heading out of the van, Eddie stare at you in awe before kissing you on the lips. "I love you" he says

"I love you too" you answer.

Eddie goes to the passenger side and open your door for you, before heading in the driver's seat, the drive to the restaurant last 10 minutes. Eddie parks and you get out of the car. Eddie insist on putting his bandana as a blindfold on your eyes so you don't see the restaurant before arriving inside, after complaining for 5 good minutes you finally give up. Eddie leads you to the restaurant, the walk lasts about 5 minutes, he then sit you down on a chair before removing the blindfold, you look at your surrondings and see that it's a fancy restaurant.

"Eddie you shouldn't have..." you say

"I wanted to surprise you, and looking at your facial expression it worked" he answers playfully.

A waiter hands you the menu before heading back to the kitchen.

"You can eat anything you want sweetheart" Eddie says

"Eddie this is too much... You can't afford this" you say

"I've been saving money for it, don't worry Sweetheart, take whatever you want."

You go for the caesar salad while Eddie orders a Beef bourguignon. While waiting for the dishes to arrive you can't help but bounce your leg, stressed about the idea of eating a whole plate, and Eddie can tell what's bothering you because he says "You don't have to finish your plate Sweetheart, besides, you got this, I believe in you"

"What if I disappoint you" you ask, self conscious

"It doesn't matter if you eat one fork or the entire plate, either ways I'll be proud of you" he answers honestly.

The waiter brings you the plates. Since your plate has been in front of you, you've been looking at it with a frown.

"Would it help you if we share your plate" Eddie asks

You nod before saying "Yes please, I think it would help me"

Eddie grab a fork and start eating in your plate, you imitate him but once the fork is in front of your mouth you stop, with teary eyes "I'm sorry Eddie, I can't do it"

"Of course you can sweetheart, this is delicious, please give it a taste. Let's do it together" Eddie offers

Eddie takes a fork of your salad before saying "One, two, three" he then puts the fork in his mouth and you imitate him. You take your sweet time chewing before swallowing. You're on the verge of crying but you hold it back. Eddie put his hand on yours before saying "I'm so proud of you, you did amazing baby"

He finishes his dishes and offer you a dessert even though he already knows the answer is no. Instead he then asks if you want a coffee to which you say yes. Eddie orders your coffee and some chocolate cake for himself. When the dessert arrive you ask "Can I taste your dessert"

Eddie look at you proudly before feeding you a bit of his dessert "I'm so proud of you" he says once you swallow. Then Eddie goes to the counter to pay and you both head back to the van.

"My tummy aches" you say

"It's gonna be find angel, I promise" Eddie says reassuringly. He knows how hard it is for you and is as supportive as he can, without pressuring you too much, and he is so proud of you for tonight.

Eddie parks back to your spot before getting out of the van and opening the passenger door for you, you both head to the back of the van and cuddle, Eddie whispers sweet nothings as well and expresses how proud of you he is for tonight in your ear and you fall asleep in the arms of your beloved.

The next morning when you wake up Eddie isn't next to you, you start worrying until you hear him cursing, you get out of the van to see what's happening and you see Eddie struggling to make some fire.

"I'm sorry I woke you up" he says, mad at himself

"You didn't wake me up" you answer while stirring.

You sit next to Eddie before asking "What are you up to?"

"I was trying to start a fire, 'cause I don't want you to freeze, it's a little bit cold this morning"

You smile at the gesture. "You don't have to baby"

"Of course I do" he answers

"Okay so let me help". You help him starting the fire and after 20 minutes of struggling it's finally done.

Eddie clears his throat before saying "I know it's a sensitive topic, and you don't have to accept but do you want to go grab some breakfast at a diner ?"

You know that if you answer no Eddie won't eat this morning and you don't want him to starve so you nod before saying "Sure, I'll just grab a coffee though"

"As you wish" Eddie says before climbing on the driver's seat. You climb on the passenger seat and head to a diner.

You go sit on a booth while Eddie orders two coffee and a French Toast. When the order is ready, Eddie come back with it. You look at Eddie's French Toast debating in your head if you should taste it or no, you know it would make Eddie proud, and he didn't even force you to eat this morning, he is so understanding about this whole situation. After several minutes of huge thinking Eddie cuts your train of thought "I saw you looking at my French Toast, if you want we can share it" he offers

You look at it hesitantly before answering "I would love that", Eddie looks at you proudly and put his plate in the middle of the table so both of you can reach it. You start eating a little piece of the toast, it tastes good but as soon as you swallow it you imagine how much calories there is in there and start panicking, as if Eddie understood he grabs your hand for emotional support before saying "I'm so so proud of you baby, you don't have to care about the number of calories, I know how hard it must be but your body actually needs food in order to function correctly"

You smile at his word before sipping some of your coffee.

After breakfast, you start visiting the city of Shipshewana before stopping in a small restaurant. You order a salad while Eddie order an hamburger with fries. You manage to eat half of your salad. When you head out of the restaurant Eddie kisses the back of your hand before saying "I'm so beyond proud of you for this lunch baby, you did amazing". You then visit the city hand in hand. At some point of the walk, your tummy starts aching, you try to hide it from Eddie, not wanting to ruin the walk but Eddie knows you all too well and knows that something's up.

"Are you okay baby ?" He asks concerned

You force a smile before answering "Yes, sure"

"I can tell something's up baby" Eddie says, even more concerned

"My tummy aches from all the eating earlier. I'm sorry for ruining our vacation week..." you say feeling really self-conscious and sorry.

"You're not ruining anything, besides your health is the most important thing so please don't feel sorry" Eddie says while putting his hands around your shoulders and holding you close to him. You smile at him.

"Do you want to sit down somewhere so you can rest a bit" Eddie asks

"Only if it doesn't bother you, I want you to have a great time, not to have to deal with my crap you know..." you answer

"First of all it doesn't bother me at all, as long as I'm with you, nothing else matters, second of all your crap is my crap too now, I won't let you struggle alone, we're in this together, I'm here for you and I'll always be"

You smile at him with teary eyes while going towards a bench in a beautiful small park, you sit down next to one another and Eddie takes your hand in his after having kissed your forehead. You put your head on Eddie's shoulder and both look at the kids playing in the park, an old couple holding hands. Seeing this couple both you and Eddie are convinced that you wanna grow old together, you wanna experience life together and nothing else matters.

Part 2 here

#eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x reader #eddie Munson #eddie munson is a sweetheart #eddie munson comfort #Eddie Munson x Henderson reader #Spotify

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streets-in-paradise · 2 years

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I’ll Wait - Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader Oneshot

Masterlist

Word Count 10 K

Relationships: Main pairing - Eddie Munson (Fem) Henderson!Reader. implications of Steve Harrington x (Fem) Henderson!Reader on an early development stage.

Warnings: They are in love, they are just idiots. Eddie’s mind oscilating between fluffy and dirty thoughts about the reader. This was titled after a Van Halen song, so you can expect references.

Summary: Eddie pays you an unexpected visit in the middle of the night, time matching with your return from your prom date with Steve. Guessing he is very worried about you just because he doesn’t trust him, you gladly receive him and get into telling him some details of the night. The post party fun with your waiting friend deviates in some sweetly intimate situations that put to test his capacity to hide his feelings for you.

Notes: This oneshot continues my line of work on an in development headcanon series. You don't have to read it to understand this, but checking it adds some context. This follows the end of part 3, also giving some insight on Eddie’s pespective of what happened during it.

Tags: @losersclubisms @p-hoenix @bilesxbilinskixlahey @chalametnpeaches @thatsonezesty13 @poppet05 @starkssnarks @tasmbestspdrman @shinycloudss @slut-for-bucky-barnes @rosencolorgardens @yourthebrokengirl @alexandraoonaghives @dark-angel-is-back

Absolute desperation would be the only way to describe his state that night. Waiting for the phone ring was agony while knowing that was his only circumstantial way of getting news of you. Gareth promised to call for his first spycraft mission report as soon as he would be back from your house, but the logical holdup felt eternal. It was killing him, nothing could shake Eddie out of the overthinking.

Even when trying to focus on the bright side, he would inevitably end up freaking out. You said that you were merely helping out another friend who needed an emergency plan for a prom date after breaking up with his girlfriend and you put yourself in disposition of all Hellfire for a similar deal. Nothing out of the ordinary, you wouldn’t consider it a romantic thing. Yet you also spoke to him about how you wanted to make him proud, for what you had a planned act of representation for the event in honor of all your freak friends. Hellfire was getting a witch, their very own Mistress of the Dark, and you were doing her introductory act as the prom date of Steve Harrington.

That sort of comedic character/mascot of the group you came up with was a defense mechanism you were preparing. It was supposed to leave the bully ex friends of your new troubled friend powerless when they would try to mess with you, meaning that you were going to make fun of any jock on your way. Eddie would have loved to see that. Perhaps if he would have made it into graduation like he should, the spot beside you could have been his. He would have showed up just to be your date and join the fun

Would you have rejected Steve if he would have been in position to ask you as his date for that very same night? The most self indulgent side of his mind chose to make him think you would, but he wasn’t convinced. For as lovesick as he was, Eddie would have never imagined you could be reciprocating his feelings. If there was something you two had in common, besides from a ton of weird interests, was your inability to self perceive as someone people could be crushing on. While he would find it unbelievable in you, precisely because you were his crush, he wasn’t applying the same standards on himself.

It wasn’t fair. Why did it have to be you? The only girl in town who thought he was cool, sometimes even to the point of seeking for his approbation. You were nice, funny, clever, beautiful and you shared most of his passions. A gift from the Valar, too good to be true, it was obvious Melkor had to turn it into a nightmare. From all the girls in the school, Harrington had to pick you. For as much you would insist on claiming him your friend, his invitation to prom at the risk of being mocked for going with you had to mean something. He wasn’t the King anymore, but his social capital couldn’t be completely gone. After all, he was still a good looking athlete and some other girl would have wanted to be his date. You were picked for a reason, he wasn’t a random desperate weirdo who wouldn’t get any other chance.

Was it some sort of poetic justice thing? Would the universe make him pay for the audacity of Johnnatan Byers? The jock lost his girlfriend to an outcast dude, so he was taking away some other’s crush in return to balance karma. Losers would never get to have a win-win, someone had to suffer the consequences and that fool had to be him. Eddie Munson, the town’s freak, bottom pit of the school hierarchy. He needed to know what the hell was going on, for his own sanity, someone had to bring him a glimpse of an explanation. It was most likely that Gareth guessed why he wanted to know the details, but Eddie knew he wasn’t judging. Who could blame him for catching feelings for you?

It could have happened to anyone in the group. Even all the other guys who weren’t necessarily interested in you managed to get flustered over your nice comments a couple of times. They weren’t used to getting sweet compliments from girls and you were adorable, always finding some random positive thing to say that would leave them a bit shocked. His friend was pretty sure it made total sense for Eddie to be crushing on you, since he was the one who discovered you first and dragged you with them. The spy was helping you both in different ways, for you to get ready with your date thing and for Eddie to survive through it.

There was at least one good thing for him that came in with the call: Gareth got pictures of your look. One was his, of you two together and you personally gifted it to him. The other one, a little stolen treasure for his friend obtained on the duty, showed you posing alone. That was the good news, that Eddie asked to hear the last. Before getting to know that he had to endure not so pleasant information.

Harrington was a favorite of your family, your mother was very happy about your date with him and he was some sort of hero in your brother’s eyes. It was a super weird detail that caught the informant’s attention: the little nerd was best friends with him. He barely saw him at your house because he was taking part in Steve's preparations and that alone was an indicator of how close they were. When asked about your date’s reaction to you, Eddie’s not so subtle way to beg Gareth to let him know if the jock was into you, he had to do his best to share the information from an objective point that wouldn’t lead to a total disaster. The dude was jaw dropping with you, but there was an implied confirmation about how you were convinced that the situation was a fake date.

Not like that alone could stop Eddie from freaking out, but it was meant to be his own Phial of Galadriel: a bit of light among all the darkness. The jock fallen from grace was probably into you, but you got there for the sake of friendship. The previous desperation only grew, he needed to see you and he wasn’t willing to wait anymore. He simply couldn’t, or he would go insane.

Staying impassive until an approximated hour in which you could be back home was already painful, he wouldn’t hold on for an entire day. The nerves were making him smoke like crazy, only releasing activity he was allowing himself for the moment because getting high or drunk wasn’t an option if he wanted to see you later that night. Not caring for anything else, he was ready to sneak inside your bedroom just to see you. He really needed you to bring him calm.

He made it until way past midnight, only to find out he was arriving at your house almost at the same time you did. What the hell was that dude doing with you, for you to get home that late? Rushed thoughts made him think for the worse.. What if that asshole drove you to some calm, isolated spot to get the favorite post prom night tradition?

Was that what he wanted with you? Could he have popped your cherry on the backseat of his car? Eddie regretted that thought immediately, it was you who that was talking about. Sex on the first date was so not your style, starting by the fact that you never dated before. Maybe that very stretched conclusion was just a mean spirited projection of his touch starved self wanting you, another consequence of his infatuation.

While giving you time to arrive calmly, he began to search for the best way to sneak inside after you. He had to improvise and the backdoor was the easier way in, your room wasn’t actually that hard to find from there. Lights were on and the door was open, it had to be yours.

From a quick peek, he noticed some makeup on top of the desk and some clothes here and there that looked like they could be yours. The walls were full of posters, too many rock celebs to pay attention to each, and some horror ones. It surprised him to notice there wasn’t yet a Nightmare on Elm Street poster somewhere there, a mental note he was pointing to get you one because he knew you loved that movie.

Hearing you arrive through the noise of your high heels was the confirmation he needed to know he was in the right place, for what he did the best to stay cool.

“ Hi, sweetheart! You should really check that backdoor. Does your brother sneak out a lot or are you the naughty one?.”

No audible answer, but you seemed more amazed than weirded by him. Smiling innocently for you, Eddie was trying to dissimulate his own amazement.

There you were, finally in front of him and looking as beautiful as you did for your date. Your cute, clueless face contrasted with the makeup style: dark tones in your eyes and a shade of red on your tempting lips. ‘Is Gareth a mind reader or am I that much predictable?’, he thought while observing that. Your hair was mostly loose in its natural form, showing you fulfilled the promise of not straightening it. There were two beautifully crafted braids lost among your curls, decorated with little tokens. It was a small fantasy detail to a formal look that was yet a perfect marriage of metal and horror.

“ … Look at you, honoring us all while looking so damn gorgeous. “ He praised you as he kept his contemplative examination. A necklace guided his view in the right direction. The red dress was perfect for you. It followed the shape of your body in a way he hadn't seen before and he really appreciated the extra effort you put on the cleavage. Not like that casual comment you made to him about your plans had ever left his mind, he would consider it a mission accomplished on your part.

He was proud of your shown bravery and so into it all at once.

“ You are a hot babe.. You know that? It’s like if you were born for that look, too metal for jock hell. I bet you terrorized a lot of populars.”

The compliments made you giggle and he felt about to faint just because he caused that, there was some real surprise in your reaction and he loved it. Eddie was venturing to conclude that your date wasn’t praising you like that. He should have picked a different phrase, but that was the best description his dizzy brain could come up with and he was glad to see you liked it.

The little bit of cheekiness left on him found some encouragement.

“ Are you up for an after-after- party? Just you and me, of course.”

You were still all smiles, trying to come up with a reply but under the certainty that it was going to be affirmative. How were you supposed to say no to him? He just sneaked inside your house in the middle of the night to make sure you were alright instead of waiting for news like the rest of Hellfire. Once again, no other friend would be doing something like that, even calling at that hour would be out of the question.

“ I missed you.” You sweetly confessed, unaware of how much those words meant to him at that moment. “ It would have been awesome to have you around, if you would have wanted to come with Gareth. My family isn’t from Hawkins, we moved here a few years ago so you don’t have to fear prejudices. I don’t want you to feel like you need to hide to be my friend, I’m proud of you and of what we have, I can’t wait for them to meet you.”

That was the explanation you found: you thought he was afraid of showing up earlier because of your family and not due to being jealous to the core over the fact that you were dating another guy. Eddie couldn’t fight his own helplessness as you were trying to reassure him in complete unawareness. Despite that wasn’t the main reason, the words did have an effect on him. You made him feel missed, loved, needed as this super important part of your life.

After what he got to know, that was a great reassurement for completely different reasons. Exactly what he was craving to hear, even when you had no idea of why. Harrington could be a favorite choice of your family, but he himself could be your favorite.

“ I preferred to come over later because I wanted to have you all for myself. “ He answered to calm your assumptions in a quick tease.`` It’s not like I don’t want to be around other people, but sometimes everyone else is too noisy and I just want to be with you. Do you get that feeling too?”

That was a desperate ‘ Do you feel the same?’ hidden in ambiguous language, yet you wouldn’t dare to decodify it correctly.

“ Yeah, I do. I mean, it’s totally understandable to get like that.. at least for me. You mean a lot to me, Eds. I know it may sound weird to you because we don’t have a friendship of years like the ones you have with the guys.”

You were shying away from your own phrase and he frantically tried to make you keep going.

“ Don’t you dare to think I feel any less for you just because you are newer. You are my best girl and you are here with me now, that’s all I need to care about. It doesn't matter how long it took you to get there ”

As you listened you were trying to dissimulate the bright excitement by dropping somewhere there all the stuff you brought with you from the bathroom when you thought you were all alone and about to remove your makeup to later change clothes. It wasn't like you didn't want to let your friend know how much his appreciation meant to you, but you were terrified of him reading the crush in you.

Right after you did that, you closed the door behind you.

" Mind if I lock it? My brother is sleeping, but we never know when that could change and he doesn't knock every single time he comes in."

" Spoiled boy that knows he is able to come to you at any hour. " Eddie mocked himself through your explanation. " It's fine, I wouldn't want him to see me as the weirdo that got inside his sister's bedroom right after her date with the hero. "

His jealousy was talking for him again. It was subtle, but it slipped out like some verbal vomit.

" Dustin is going to love you, I can feel it because we know each other better than anyone in the whole world. " You corrected him. " If you are important to me, then you will become important to him. That's basically how Steve became my friend: my brother loves him and that helped us bond. "

Eddie was craving for you to end the sentence with the counterexample just to hear you say that you loved him. Even if in that context it wouldn't mean what he wanted.

" You don't need to worry. I am absolutely sure he will get there by himself and if he doesn't count on me making him love you. If there is something we both are really good at, it is preaching love. "

A literal blessing, either contextualized or decontextualized.

" But it is true that a good introduction will make things way quicker. He can't find you here now, it would be a bad start. He may be little but that doesn't mean he isn't protective and he would get a wrong idea."

Or maybe a very right idea, he thought. The kid would be seeing a dumbass who wanted to be with his sister in every conception of that phrase. An idiot in love, a guiltful thirsty weirdo.. all of that wrapped inside the dude that she would keep introducing as her friend.

" How was the night with Mr Harrington, by the way? Did he give proof of his chivalrous fame?"

The expression made you chuckle.

" It was great, we had a lot of fun. Taking your friend on a sort of publicly expected date may be a loser thing, but it is such a chill experience. You don't have to impress anyone, there is no pressure to make the other person like you. We were unhinged fools together and nothing mattered. It was so funny that we were tecnically considered to be dating even if we were just doing dumb shit."

You didn't tell him about the kiss, there was no point in speaking about that. Why would he want to know? He probably didn't care, Johnnatan didn't describe to you his first kisses with Nancy. Not like Steve and you were like them, but the point was still valid.

It was something that should stay between the two of you, friends who kissed once under certain contextual circumstances. Just like it stayed between you and Eddie at that time when he taught you how to kiss after you confessed to him you were a kissless loser.

" What kind of dumb shit? I want the details. " He insisted. The description fitted with the telling of his spy, but he needed to know more. "One of us doesn't venture in that cursed institution everyday, even less as the date of some athlete. We need to organize the tale we are gonna share among our people."

You sat on the bed to take off your heels and he couldn't help following you with his glance, immediately regretting doing so.

" Do you want to be my bard? "

The ask you delivered was said while you were struggling with the footwear. The long skirt of your dress was complicating your access to the opening-secure adjusting mechanism, which made the compromised leg get more exposed in the fight.

Eddie didn't let you finish it alone, dropping on his knees in front of you to offer his assistance.

" Mind if I help, princess?"

It was a sweet act of service that he really meant to play out cute. The part of him that was a respectful, well intentioned and semi functional perv having the hots for you reacted to the visual, but lust wasn't necessarily his drive for it.

The enamored bard wanted to play being a prince.

" You got hooked on that Cinderella joke, didn't you?" You teased him as a way to hide how soft the situation made you feel because he looked so sweet. " I could use a hand, that would be very nice of you. "

Carefully and delicately, he helped you to get off the footwear during a moment of absolute tenderness. Fortunately for you, he was too focused on it to see you melting. Literal weakness on your part ,a mix of factors was making it very hard for you to dissimulate.

It was his cute expression of concentration, the subtleness of his touch and the fairytale romantical implications of the position. Perhaps you were too influenced by Steve, his words during your slow dance and the wonderful things he introduced you to on that very same night. Stomach ache inducing sweet traditional romance, it got to your head and you were seeing things. Your friend/date left you drunk of it and Eddie was dealing with the beginning of a hangover. You felt sorry for him and the dumb hopefull bitch he would have to stand. At least you had a nice story about Chrissy to tell as payment.

It couldn't be, but it felt almost as if he would be indulging you on exactly what you wanted. What Steve made you want, hard to envision outside of the dreamy context in which he gave it away for you to try. You could be dreaming only of him, at least for that night, yet there was Eddie accidentally feeding on your pointless obsession once more.. Almost as if he refused to be downgraded on your list of fixations.

His classical cute grin acted like a happy and wordless 'done!' just as he finished helping you out. You wanted so badly to kiss him, but you weren't going to try. No more screw ups, you couldn't be kissing two friends on the same night.

The solution you went for was a middle path one, proper of a friend. A chaste peck on the forehead given with your thanks leaving a lipstick stain that you actually found a bit funny to the sight. He laughed with you, but only to stop himself from falling apart.

The hunger for your affection made him love it, yet he couldn't help feeling frustrated. Eddie could swear that his wishfulness made him doubt you could be going for his mouth. His líps parted to welcome yours when you approached, feeling self deceived when the kiss landed on his forehead.

" I'm sorry, Eds. Let me clean you up. " He heard you apologizing.

As if he wouldn't wish you could be staining his líps, neck, and anywhere you wanted with as many kisses as he could get from you... Only if you would want him.

" No problem, dollface. Go ahead, but I want to see it first. I bet it is super cute."

As he was checking himself on the nearest mirror you picked the stuff you brought to clean your own face before you got to know you were having visits. Over the course of that very brief distraction, before you could get to face him again, Eddie found his way to be all over you once more. Arms wrapped around your waist in a hug from behind, he didn't have more excuses than his simple will to be close to you.

More of your cute giggling celebrated his mischief, he couldn't get enough of it. There was nothing he loved more than surprising you with one of those hugs and he awaited his best chance for one.

With no needed justification, he still delivered a goofy joke to simulate one.

" Very nice fabric, your dress feels as good as it looks."

The comment worked as an instant reminder for you to speak of the main aspect you thought he would like to hear about your night.

" Thanks! I told Chrissy Cunnhigam that it was made in the same material as the Devil's cape. Not only did she like the dress, she also thinks I'm very funny. "

His initial reaction was nothing like you thought. You were expecting to get bombarded with questions about her, but that didn't play out exactly like that.

" Was she laughing with you or of you? She doesn't seem to follow her boyfriend's crap, but I gotta ask anyways. "

The ask was about you, not her.

" Laughing with me, until Jason emerged from Crystal Lake to screw things up. " You cheerfully confirmed for him. " Before you panic, Steve helped me to deal with him as a sidekick on my horror comedy routine and we were hilarious. I'm pretty sure Carver was about to call an exorcist by the end."

Eddie was proud and jealous on equal amounts.

" Fuck, i would have loved to see that! " He lamented in a curse that was hiding some real regret. What he truly meant to say was ' that should have been me'.

That still could be him, even if he would need to struggle with his academic failure for it.

" Get ready sweetheart, next year will be ours. I will graduate with you. No matter what, I will... and you are coming with me to that shitfest of douchebags. "

His ultimate excitement while speaking made you feel so happy just thinking about it.

" Would you want to see the witch?"

" I will prepare my own character to be her perfect match and you are going to help me pick the horror species for it. I already have a few ideas in mind. It could be a dark wizard, a demon... Maybe a vampire? "

With his words as only warning, Eddie proceded to playfully bite your neck and the piece of wet cotton you got ready to clean him up fell off your hands. He was just messing with you, a vampiric mimic, but it made you shiver from how intimate it felt.

" Eddie!" You whispered as a playful callout, but that only made him answer with more bites followed by an equal amount of pecks on the affected spot.

" Would you tell me the full story? I will let you clean me up. " He innocently offered afterwards, referring to your encounter with Carver. "I can do the same for you, undoing Gareth's work because I skipped the making process seems fair to me. "

Biting and light kissing your neck was his own middle ground solution, one he took without thinking. He was joking about vampires with your exposed neck so close and you were used to his jokes, always comfortable with him even when those reached physical territory. It wouldn't be surprising in that context, or at least he thought so.

The rest of your tale advanced again focused on Chrissy. You were trying to concentrate on that to stop yourself from making things weirder. Taking an eternity to clean a simple kiss stain because you would be staring at his face could be the worst you could do.

The girl you assumed was your friend's crush, the incredibly sweet cheerleader. You began the anecdote speaking of how she complimented your dress when approaching to salute Steve, only for you to end up making a Carrie reference that she miraculously understood.

Your words were almost like a virtue pitch. It was all about how awesome she was to you, how comfortable she made you feel, how sorry you felt because she could be doing so much better than standing her shitty jock boyfriend. You were trully convinced of Chrissy's niceness and maybe it was time for you to stop being so fucking selfish. She deserved better and Eddie deserved her. if you could just hear it from him, you would cut the crap and act like a real good friend should.

Nothing but teasing for you, his best girl making a cheerleader friend. Exaggerated jokes, you only talked once, but he was all happy for you anyways and you were so confused. It wasn't what you intended, you wanted to bring him hopes regarding her. His friend made baby steps into proving his crush that the Hellfire freaks were less like the Manson family and more like the Addams, that he wasn't a scary guy.

He loved to hear the details of the elaborate story you invented to make people laugh, getting really into how you made the craziness escalate in front of Jason. That included descriptions of Steve's amazing performance joining your nonsense. Eddie's favorite part about it was when you presented him as a babysitter jock in zombie state commanded to protect your brother from bullies.

From all the other anecdotes about the night you could have told, your personal favorite was the little opening crusade against your bullies. Eyes closed, as your friend was cleaning the make up off them, you got to ramble about the reactions of Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan to your entrance with Steve.

" They were like Chris Hargensen and Billy Nolan, waiting for us to show up just to put the buckets of pig's blood in position.... but I didn't give them their Carrie. I was like a less sexy and slightly pissed off Elvira spreading self aware irony and ruining their jokes. "

" That's wonderful, I bet they didn't see it coming." He praised you. " If I am impressed, I can't imagine how shocked they must have been. We are talking of hateful persons used to seeing you making yourself smaller."

" I wish you could have seen me handling Hargrove. " You proudly continued. " The guy is obsessed with proving the world that he is better than Steve, part of his enjoyment of the moment was supposed to be about bothering him and his loser date could have been a great point to start. He tried, but we spat in his hate parade."

Eddie let you know that you could open your eyes and the first thing you saw was his prideful smile indicating you to carry on.

" I felt a bit like Bilbo Baggings standing in front of Smaug, so I decided that was gonna be my way to go against Billy. I made him believe I was flattering him while the King whose throne he usurped was who brought me there. The real fun started once he fell for the trick."

Your listener was full of excitement and he contributed to the storytelling with some funny guesses.

" I salute your imponent, magnificent presence, King Billy of California. You who are our cruelest ruler: your beer breath is like poison, your fists are hot iron, you can rock us like a hurricane."

You almost forgot to watch over your laughing volume. Eddie made a perfect adaptation of the egomaniac self description Smaug gave to Bilbo in The Hobbit applied to Billy, then twisted it to be imagined as your fake praise speech.

" I can't believe you found a way of incluiding the 'my wings are a hurracaine' line. See? Things like this are exactly why I am sure my brother is going to love you... You are a freaking genius. My speech was less Tolkien, but that was the spirit. "

" Did Hargrove end up showing you his dragon belly?" Eddie quickly replicated, following the joke. " I bet he liked to hear you praising him with the rightful King witnessing his burglar's betrayal. That should have made his stupid ego show some weakness."

" Sure he liked it, Steve told me later that it was very hard for him not to laugh seeing Billy so full of himself. He wasn't sure of what I was doing, but he guessed that laughing was gonna ruin it. "

Pausing for an instant, you actually hesitated on continuing. You had a very funny thing to tell that could answer his question, but it wasn't a detail you knew for sure that really happened.

" You know... There was this little something that may count as the Billy Hargrove way of showing the dragon belly to me. The problem is that I didn't make that observation, Steve did and he may be an unreliable narrator. He was angry, worried, he wanted to protect me... I'm pretty sure he was freaking out inside and that made him exaggerate, see something that wasn't there."

The nervous attenuations you were making made Eddie very curious. You were very confident over the course of the tale, that sudden change was a weird sign.

" Finnaly a fucking flaw! What was it? " He asked you, the jealousy making him a bit more excited of what he should have been.

" Well, after the party we kept talking for hours and at some point as we were revisiting our victory Steve told me this really crazy thing he thinks he saw. He said it was casual, nothing to worry about, but it bothered him anyways. "

One last pause helped you come up with the words you needed.

" I was too busy looking at every front of battle while doing my thing, Steve was watching the whole thing happening because I asked him for space to let me do it. That was our deal: I didn't want a hero, he could join the fun but not try to defend me as a savior. " You added some context. " In his position of watcher he thought he saw Billy forgetting where my face was for a moment while I was flattering him. "

You laughed because the whole thing seemed unrealistically funny, but your friend wasn't following it.

" C'mon, it's hilarious! He totally got it wrong." You insisted. " We are talking of the dude who spent the last part of the semester making sexist jokes to Steve about how the only thing he could want with me should be getting pussy and that's pathetic because I am unfuckable. Why would he be checking on my boobs?"

Eddie felt so teased by destiny, so cursed by a God that enjoyed to inflict ironical tortures on him.

" Turns out the dragon's weak spot was indeed on the chest after all. " Was the only thing he could cleanly deliver.

He had no idea of how to explain you that, even while that asshole hated you, it was fucking obvious he could want to look. The visual was brand new as your dress and, while subtle, freaking hot. The ego boost you gave him probably made him unapologetic about making it be his intimidation strategy, feeling like he didn't have to watch out from doing it because he was above everyone and wouldn't be questioned.

In some way, that bully acted exactly like Smaug. He took a fool risk doing something stupid because you tempted him into it through sweet talking.

"... It doesn't seem as unrealistic to me. I hate to agree with Harrington, but that wouldn't surprise me coming from Hargrove. Vince Neil would look at any tits on his gaze range, it's the philosophy of Motley Crue."

" Yeah, when away from cameras. In public they gotta pretend they are picky to keep their brand."

He adored you even when you were frustrating him to the core. You were so innocent, it was so hard to make you see the point and he had to stop himself from throwing a comment that could be too filthy. He had a shit ton in mind, that was for sure, and he felt horrible about that.

" It's an intimidation tactic, sweetheart. It's about power, not flirting or wanting you. It gives Billy control over the situation. In that way he gets your date angry and he can possibly get you scared while he knows you both are gonna do nothing about it."

Like Smaug threatening Bilbo?"

" Sort of, yeah.. only involving a very interesting visual." He playfully concluded." Have bullies never used that tactic with you before?"

You nodded negatively and to him that was the cutest thing.

" Well, well. I have great news for you: it means you are pretty."

" I would have preferred him to drive like he is about to run me over with his car as Max told me he did when trying to scare the boys."

" You were the one who picked the Mistress of the Dark as inspiration. We know it was about comedy, not her sexy thing, but you shouldn't shy away from the possibility that you could have paid her a great tribute. Elvira would be proud of you."

That seemed to make you feel a bit better.

" That was for myself, I didn't want to make guys look. I was simply gathering the courage in my chest to face my enemies. " You completed him with a punchline. " Certainly, I didn't think one of them could look and I still don't buy it. Can a dress tighter than my usual wearing and a good fitting bra make that much difference?"

" Can confirm, those can." Eddie spat without thinking, mentally cursing himself afterwards. " Not to me, I mean, to those jerks. "

His softer side was returning. He was all love for you, temporarily overcoming his guilt over the naughty thoughts only helped him to show it.

" I think you are beautiful all the time, not just when you try harder and you certainly didn't start being cute when you began dressing like one of us as you always wanted. I wish we would have bonded earlier, maybe if Johnnatan wouldn't have been afraid of taking you with him when passing by to buy weed from me. Hell, I could even have smoked with you a few times. "

You smiled and proceeded to follow that deviation of topic to pretend you were unaffected.

" We are still on time for that. I don't intend to force all my friends to befriend each other, but I would love to see my two best friends getting along. "

From your viewpoint, that answer was about dissimulating your fear of being misinterpreting him into hearing what you wanted him to say. For him, it sounded like an indirect confirmation of the rejectment he assumed.

Trying not to look hurt, he kept listening and you managed to surprise him once more.

" I can never end to thank you for all the wonderful details you have with me, like this right now... It hits differently when it comes from you, I can't explain why. When other friends say or do nice things, like Gareth and Johnny did earlier tonight.They were really sweet, but I felt like I was missing something because I didn't have you. I don't know how you do it, but the love I give you never feels enough to return all the good yours makes me feel."

That was an ambiguous statement, but he accepted that vagueness of phrasing as a little ray of hope. He wouldn't try to pursue it, but it would keep him dreaming.

" What was all of that about? Are you thinking of compensating me after the awful night I spent worrying about your fate as the prom date of your friend, the self-claimed reformed bully? "

Your answer was clinging to him in a hug. A really tight one, you were squeezing with excitement and he felt like he could have died in your arms.

Nothing would have prepared him for what you were about to say.

" Cuddles, let's tuck into bed together. I just need to change my clothes and you have to take your shoes off. "

Eddie was wondering if that was a sweet reward or you were actively seeking to kill him. There was no way for him to survive that unaffected, in any sense.

" Sweetheart, you really don't need to worry about this debt of affection you think we have. I do and say all of that because I love you. "

The platonical implications of the sentence allowed him to release some of the pressure in his chest.

" I love you too and I'm just trying to show it. Let it be loving Eddie time for once."

The offer was made and he was hungry for your love. Whatever you would choose to give him, he was going to take it.

Heart melting feelings kept him distracted, lovely romantic excitement that was followed by some unexpected panic. You said that you wanted to change clothes, but you didn't seem to be going anywhere else to do it and he couldn't leave the room under the risk of being discovered by your family.

" Right now I'm feeling lazy to come up with excuses if someone catches me for a bathroom emergency so I have no other option." You commented, seeking to soften the impact with a joke later. " The following show includes extremely disturbing images, we recommend discretion to the viewer. I'm talking of traumatizing gross shit, graphic nightmares that may haunt you. It's up to your choice, of course, but the network makes me explain the rate. If you think you have the stomach to stand this cheap garbage made for shock value, that's on you."

It was your own version of an Elvira impersonation. You were making fun of what was about to come, introducing the inevitable awkward situation with comedy.

" Turn back if you don't want to see my bare ass."

Eddie could feel the air leaving his lungs to the warning.

" Wait, wait, wait.." He was barely able to speak, begging his brain to come up with something that could help him stop you from accidentally causing a disaster. " Ain't that gonna be super uncomfortable to you? What happened to my shy girl?"

" I learned to change in car rides when going to your shows. " You simply explained. " It's the only way Johnnatan and I found so neither my mom or Joyce would figure out where we are going."

What you were saying made total sense, but it never occurred to him. There were no words on his part, he was processing the new information.

" It's all messy because I have to do it in a rush. Sometimes the hurry doesn't collaborate, so at those moments Johnnatan has to become my collaborator. We have some hysterically hilarious stories, there is one so terrible that we even named it. ' The Fishnet Emergency', one of the most embarrassing things that ever happened to me."

The telling of that story bought him some time, although it wasn't one that could help him calm down. The start was a reminder of that time you showed up to a gig wearing a jean skirt and fishnets. You were describing a dressing problem that didn't get reflected in the final result he saw. Changing in a reduced space and hurrying more than necessary resulted in the fishnets getting stuck halfway and you crying out for the help of the only person available. Clueless Johnnatan Byers freaked out as much as you did, which resulted in a chaotic scene of you two joining forces to pull the thing up through your body.

Thinking of all the touching involved made Eddie feel jealous yet thankful that didn't happen to you with him. Johnnatan wasn't into you, he didn't care about touching your thights and ass like he would have. Knowing himself and how weak he was for you, Eddie was sure he would have got a boner just by hearing you begging for his help. He would have wanted Earth to swallow him before you could have discovered it, hating himself while feeling like a disgusting pig that didn't deserve your friendship.

To make things worse, your ending was a lovely demonstration of your trust on him.

" By now you must know the rumors, but you also know Johnnatan is still my friend. He is really not a perv, just a hormonal dumbass who wasn't at the ríght place when he made a very wrong choice he deeply regrets. Yet, if I trust him despite knowing he once took spicy pictures of his crush without her consent, what is very creepy when saying it out loud ... Why wouldn't I trust you enough to do the same shit i do in front of him? "

One thing was for sure: he would never let the sexual aspects of his crush on you get that far. For Eddie it was all mental, just him burning for you in his little personal Hell. He would never escalate into a territory of blurry or non-existent consent.

What he found out through you made him feel a bit relieved, you were a literal angel because you were so forgiving of needy freaks. It made him wonder if you would be as understanding if you could peek inside his mind and see some of his thoughts about you.

He turned back, determined to prove himself better than your dear weirdo bestie. The feelings of his heart mattered more than the sensations in his crotch, even if there was a connection between both. Your love and trust were more important and your motive was a cute one. You were about to get undressed right there, but it was because you wanted to get all comfy for cuddles in bed. You wanted to give him sweet things and he wasn't going to screw things up. He was drooling to watch, desperate at the mere idea of getting a little peek of your underwear, but he wasn't going to indulge himself on that.

Instead, he observed the walls of your bedroom like if those were the most fascinating thing in the world. Most of the band centric posters were of metal groups, but there was a mix of subgenres on the individual ones. Pictures of specific band members, not just full band photos or album cover art. In front of him there was a goldmine of information about your taste in guys. The individual posters were probably your past and current rockstar crushes, your poster men.

Eddie wanted so hard not to get hopeful, but there were many guitarists. Three names were on a destacated position, placed on a central spot one next to the other like some holy trinity. On the left extreme, Angus Young in an early era of AC/DC. On the right extreme, Kirk Hammett from Metallica.

In the center, getting the biggest image and a clearly strategic ubication...

" Eddie Van Halen. " He said out loud, what felt once more like another mock of fate. " Why did you put him there? It feels to me that you wanted to be able to stare at him while laying in your bed. "

The ask had a slight undertone of tease to which you didn't reply immediately.

" Do you have a thing for him?" He insisted. " I promise I'm not gonna get jealous if you tell me I am not the only Eddie in your life. I can stand it because he is a badass. The Eruption solo slays, I can't compete with that."

The ask got you flustered. Not only because he was right, but also due to him being the one pointing it out. Believing him almost as far from you as that rock Idol on a poster, your real life Eddie got you more ashamed with that question than what you could feel while sliding off your dress.

" I have heard enough from guys complaining about girls for that. They think we aren't there for the music because we just want to drool over band members. " Was your vague reply. " I don't want to reinforce a harmful stereotype, it would be humiliating.``

Curious way to define humiliation, he thought, then remembered how important his opinion was for you. As important as your found sense of belonging on Hellfire, that you wouldn't want to lose over fangirl behavior.

" You ain't gonna lose my respect for a question I made you. I'm curious, that's why I dropped it. "

Being fully honest with himself, part of him wanted to hear you fangirling to close his eyes and imagine you were talking about him with some other friend. To hear you attach his name into want driven sentences, into lovely crush induced stuff.

A great coincidence presented him with more material to dream you could be his.

The inviting words relaxed you into talking, but he didn’t know of your inner tensions. The ramble about one Eddie became an outlet to express your love for the other.

“ I’m crazy for him. As a guitar player he blows my mind, he is so fucking cute and when he plays that charm all goofy I want to die. He has those beautiful brown eyes and that adorable grin that makes me want to kiss him every time I see him. Eddie just has to smile and I am done. My mind could be screaming at me to stop yet I will become an useless idiot drooling over him.”

The real Eddie understood what you meant better than you imagined. He had a foolish smile because he was feeling so good listening to you talk while imagining it was all about him. It actually was, you were thinking of him, but he didn’t know that. The description of the Van Halen guitarist matched him so well that you were expressing yourself freely but he wouldn’t notice. You took that chance to tell him a few things you wanted but wouldn’t say directly, although you obviously couldn’t see his reactions.

The indulgence of illusion brought him happiness and he got bored of staying still so began to pace around your room. Always careful of not watching you, Eddie was curiously checking on your things in hopes of finding new clues.

Your own panic stopped him when he got to your wardrobe, freaking out to the cracking sound of one of the doors.

“ DON’T OPEN THAT!!”

The hysterical reaction made his curiosity peak. What were you putting there, besides clothes?

“ It’s just a wardrobe, princess. What’s the deal with it?”

Apparently, the Cinderella jokes crystallized in a new sweet pet name for his list.

“ There is stuff there that is not meant to be seen.”

He hated that the first thing that description made him think of was porn. It couldn’t be, you wouldn’t have that, although that poster pinned up in that position did make him wonder things. Maybe it wasn’t only for romantic contemplation. What if you were touching yourself to it? Was that why you needed a good angle to look at Eddie while laying in your bed? He took a deep breath, trying to suppress that thought. Avoiding a boner was an important goal and thinking of you moaning his name wouldn’t help.

“ I promise you: there is nothing, absolutely nothing you could be hiding that I would find embarrassing.”

The answer he got wasn’t of great help as well.

“ Not this time, Eds. I know you will not look at me the same way if you see that.”

The worry in your voice made him feel so soft for you, so weak. Poor shy baby, if you could know of the shit he kept hidden you wouldn’t feel ashamed of yourself like that.

“ I call that bullshit: you can’t lose my respect. No way, never, and I am gonna prove it to you.”

Eddie opened the wardrobe to a teaseful countdown of three. You were so desperate to stop him that you put on the first shirt you saw and rushed towards him, but you got there late.

There was nothing out of the ordinary inside, so he didn’t understand the fuzz at first, but he did feel you firmly grabbing his shoulder as a subtle call for his attention. Precisely then, he saw the inner side of the wardrobe's door and there it was. The secret you were trying to hide at all costs were three page size posters of Jon Bon Jovi.

Sweet, innocent angel… How could he have doubted you? It felt so wrong to think he suspected you could have erotic material, then finding Bon Jovi and his dumb smile of pop poster boy.

“.. Please, don’t tell the rest.” Your begs sounded like sweet cries for help. “ If Hellfire gets to know about it… Look, I know Bon Jovi is cheesy pop with electric guitars. I don’t need to be mocked to notice it.”

“ Was this what you were so worried about?” He asked in a tranquilizing tone. “ Fuck, you are so adorable.”

He couldn’t see you, but the sound of cute nervous giggling made him get an approximate idea of your reaction.

“ Are you afraid people will find out that you like this dumbass? It’s no big deal, I will keep your secret. “ Among the comforting speech, he had to drop the question. “Do you mind explaining why you like him? No judgment, it’s just that this guy doesn’t seem your type. What is this plastic pretty boy lead singer doing here? Your room is full of badass guitar players. “

Eddie turned back to finally face you and he was so not ready for what he found. You were blushing, still recovering from the embarrassment, while wearing only a white shirt covering your underwear. In the rush to stop him you must have thought that the printed stamp would be enough to dissimulate the red of your bra, but it didn’t. It also wasn’t big enough to completely cover your panties. That’s how he got to know that on that shopping getaway you commented with him once you didn’t get just that new bra. Some saleswoman must had convinced you of getting the full set.

Red lace panties, jesus fucking christ. He had to look somewhere else or get the hell away from there.

Meanwhile, your blissful unawareness and those nerves about an absolutely meaningless issue got you talky.

“ Jon Bon Jovi is a marketing wonder. Yeah, he is fake and Bon Jovi’s music as a band is generic… So what? I can’t care less if truly doesn’t do drugs or if he is high all day when we aren’t looking, if he is a dick in real life or not. He sells a fantasy and I am buying it. It makes sense, because you literally can’t understand that band without the femenine perspective. Think, for example, in their first hit single. Runaway is a sympathetic, slightly lovey dovey song about a prostitute. This girl could be the chick Motley Crue just banged, she could be the girl in tons of mainstream rock songs. Do you know what changes? It’s made for girls, not just about girls. Bon Jovi made a wonderful discovery: girls who love the sound of electric guitars also can fall in love. “

He listened to you without interrupting. Not only because the passion you were putting on the justification was impressive, but also because he was trying to calm down and get ready to see you again without collapsing.

“ She Don’t Know Me, another of the first video clips, is just about Jon walking down the streets and being ignored by this woman he sings to. The pretty boy lead singer is not just a description, it is a concept imported from pop that works on him while the current paradigm is still indisputably ruled by the slut lead singer. David Lee Roth, for example: blond, hairy torso, shakes his hips like a goddamn bellydancer. That’s what I’m thinking of to define that archetype. What is Bon Jovi’s version of that? Jon looking at the camera like a sad puppy while shirtless also showing off all that freaking chest hair. It shouldn’t work, but it does because it is not just about exposing skin to look hot. It’s about feelings, he is showing vulnerability.”

At that point you weren’t just defending yourself and your secret enjoyment of a questionable band. You were thinking about Steve, on how you tried to make him understand that you weren’t the kind of girl meant for all the cute shit and he dragged into it anyways. He told you that you deserved those, making you feel that you didn’t have to be like Nancy or Chrissy to want it. He saw you at your freakiest freak state, prom dress resembling a witch and throwing Elvira style of horror comedy at anyone, yet he still thought you deserved the lovely shit guys sometimes show to normal girls.

Even if you two just played for a night, you were like the girl on a Bon Jovi video clip for once and it felt wonderful. Steve encouraged you a bit into accepting you could want rosy sweetness, that you were allowed to like it despite being who you were. A weird girl into dark things can like some pink: you weren’t any less metal for that. Just as you weren’t less capable of dreaming with love for being a bit macabre.

“. I like him because cliche romance feels nice.“ You followed and closed your point, fearing you could be extending it for too long. “ Is it girly shit guys would tease me for? Yes, but I like to have that. I like heavy, I like hard rock, but sometimes I also like to hear the pretty boy next door sing cute pop songs about how he wants to be with me and I want those to have a powerful guitar too. "

" Is Eddie the point of balance where all your needs meet? " He finally spoke, following your conclusion still into his illusion. '' You said that you think he is cute, but his insanely powerful guitar is the coolest part of Van Halen. "

" I have an obsession with him that I really need to get checked. '' Was your honest comeback, a reflection of how wrong you felt for having romantic feelings for your friend.

After finding a pair of baggy pajama pants in the open wardrobe and sliding in those you sat on the bed calling for him.

" Are you gonna come to bed? I think we still have time to talk about your crushes."

Eddie looked at you and the cute scenario that was presented to him made him feel slightly safer about keeping his situation in control. Your waiting was adorable and he really didn't want to disappoint.

" I think I prefer to keep hearing more on your marketing research."

He sat next to you, refusing your offer of returning the shoe gesture and doing it by himself.

The night you were having wasn't the one he expected when freaking out alone in his trailer. He came to you for reassurance on his hopeless cause, ready to settle with a few tranquilizing words that would make him think you weren't going to start dating someone else for real. However, what he got turned out to be far more than that. You pampered every aspect of infatuation with you and you did it in complete unawareness. The answers he came searching for weren't clear, but he couldn't care less at that point.

You dated Steve that night, but you were all his after midnight and nothing or no one was taking that away from him. Even when he knew you didn't mean that, cuddling underneath your blankets was boyfriend treatment for him coming from you. Shutting his brain down for an instant, he was perfectly capable of imagining that.

" Loving Eddie time begins. " He heard you declare while wrapped around your arms, what made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world even if he was just your friend.

" Isn't that everyday for you as an Eddie fan?” He was referring to your rockstar crush of the same name. " I really need to ask: how do you distinguish us? Do you call him Eddie and when you speak of me you use other nicknames? Something like: he is Eddie and I am Eds or Ed? "

The goofy remark had its answer, but he didn't expect it to be that sweet. He imagined you would come up with something cute, only not that much.

" He is Eddie and you are my Eddie, that's how I solved it. If you aren't on that wall yet, that's only because i have to wait until magazines will catch up on printing posters of you. "

Why were you doing that to him? How was it possible to feel so in love? You were absolutely fucking ríght: he was your Eddie because he was completely under your spell. Yours for you to take and ready to wait for that miracle even if his cynicism would tell him to give up.

" Are you trying to flatter me like I was some lazy asshole dragon laying on a stolen treasure? That's too big for me, I don't belong among those three heroes. "

" You are all of them in one guy. " You sweetly rushed to reply. " You have the chaotic energy of Angus, the kickass metal sound of Kirk and you are a cute badass like Eddie."

He was blushing, you made him blush like he hasn't in years. How was he supposed to answer that, other than kissing you and confessing his feelings to never let you go?

" Girl, you are amazing at spreading love. Maybe if the freak disease wouldn't have touched you as a kid, you could have been a cheerleader. '' Eddie commented, hiding himself in a joke as usual. " That was the greatest act of cheer I ever got, thank you. In fact... Can you love me a little less? My heart can't take it, i'm going to have a stroke."

" That's just a bit of how special you make me feel when you say all those nice things about me."

The subtle confession made him feel really happy.

" Princess, are you for real? Do you feel this good when I say you are pretty, or very creative, or super funny? That you are, actually. I never lie."

You nodded affirmatively with a sweet smile full of adoration.

“ Do you really want my picture on your wall, or you just said it to make me understand you?”

“ It could be a nice bonding activity to do with Johnny. “ You mischievously commented. “ I would even save money to pay him for an actual photo session with the whole band so you all can feel like rockstars, even if it is just for a while. I would give all the pictures to the club, so you guys can put those wherever you want. I just want to keep one of you for the wall.”

You had no idea that you were actually about to become his new poster girl, a polaroid picture of you was almost his and it was going to get pinned up somewhere on his trailer. Very close to his bed, so he could watch you anytime he wanted.

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thefreakymunson · 2 years

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Hello love!!! I was wondering if you could write one for Eddie where Dustin invites Eddie to his birthday party, the Eddie like hits it off with his sister and it turns out that was the best birthday gift ever lol <3

Eddie Munson rarely attended birthday parties. It wasn’t out of spite or malice...he just didn’t know what to do at them. He was never invited to the parties of his classmates and his friends parents were too poor to throw elaborate parties. They had taken the stance of birthdays just meant you would spend the entire day getting high and fucking around with your friends down at the mall.

Until Dustin Henderson showed up in his life. Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t love that kid. He seen so much of himself in the kid that he wanted to be a good mentor to him. Which is exactly why he was standing on the Henderson’s front porch waiting on someone to answer the door with a birthday present awfully wrapped tucked under his arm.

The door swung open and he felt the breath leave his body when his eyes landed on you. You offered a small smile and opened the door wider for him to step in.

“Never thought I’d see Eddie Munson show up at a kids birthday party,” you said with a soft smirk.

“Very funny,” Eddie snorted, “Where is the little shit at?”

“In the living room,” you nodded behind you, “I think you’re the only other adult here right now so...great. You can help me watch over these idiots.”

“I can’t stay long, actually.” Eddie faked a frown, “Band practice. I was just going to drop this off and head back out.”

Eddie seen what he could’ve sworn was a flash of disappointment flash across your face before you shrugged and gave him a small smile, “That’s okay. Couldn’t hurt to ask you to stay, huh?”

He didn’t know why but it pulled on his heartstrings a bit in the most unexpected way. You wanted him to stay? Why? He stood and watched as you walked back into the kitchen, picked up a pretzel from the bowl of refreshments, gave him a quick glance, and then looked back away. And in the quick second that your eyes met, he swore he felt his heart beat faster.

“Eddie’s here!” Erupted from the front room and he composed himself, stealing one more quick look back at you as you went back to whatever book you were reading at the table.

Before you realized it, an hour had passed. You had a tendency to lose yourself in a good book and The Hobbit was your latest craze.

“Have you gotten to the golden cup part yet?” A voice came from behind you and you nearly jumped out of your skin. A ringed clad hand landed beside of your book and you looked up to see Eddie leaning down over you.

“Jesus, you scared me.” You said with a soft laugh.

“Sorry,” he smirked, “Didn’t mean to. You’re just now reading the first book?”

“Yeah, well, books aren’t cheap.” You gave him a small smile, “I’m taking my time that way I can save up a few extra dollars to get the next book.”

“You can borrow mine,” he said quickly, “Dustin’s still got the third one, I believe. He better have at least...as long as you promise to treat them with respect. They’re...one of my most prized possessions.”

“Scouts honor,” you smirked, “I thought you were leaving?”

“Yeah well...I got sidetracked.” He said, reaching over you for the bowl of chips, “You’re really throwing this party by yourself for Dustin?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged, “He’s a good kid. Mom got called into work and I didn’t want him to have to cancel his party. It used to happen to me all the time and I know it sucked...didn’t want to ruin the kids day, ya know?”

“That’s sweet,” he said softly, watching as you slid your bookmark into the page you were on and close the book, “He’s a good kid.”

“He is.” You nodded, “A pain in my ass most of the time but he deserved to feel special on his day...I didn’t think you’d show up, though.”

He cocked his head to the side as he looked over at you, “Huh?”

“Dustin said that you wouldn’t have shown up when I was writing the invitations out...but I sent you one anyway.” You shrugged, “I figured, if anything, it’d be cool to have someone here my age at least.”

“Something told me I should show up, I don’t usually come to these types of parties honestly.”

“I know,” you laughed, “I invited you to my party one year in middle school.”

“You did?” His nose scrunched up.

“Well, I tried.” You corrected yourself, “I handed the invitations out and you wrinkled your nose up at it and pushed my hand away.”

“You’re lying,” Eddie said, pulling his hair over his mouth as if it would defend him in someway.

“I swear on my mother,” you smirked, “Figured you couldn’t stand me so I stopped after that but...I knew my brother was close to you.”

“Is that your excuse?” He laughed, leaning his hip against the table.

“And I’m sticking with it.”

He laughed softly as he popped another chip in his mouth and looked around the room for a ashtray.

“Can we smoke in here?” he questioned.

“My mom would flip shit,” you laughed, “Outside on the patio is the only place she’d allow.”

You stood up and followed him outside, sitting down beside of him on the step as he lit his cigarette.

“So I pushed your hand away?” Eddie sighed, “That was rude of me.”

“Yeah well, you had just lost to the cheerleaders in the talent show so I figured you were still holding a grudge against me.” You said.

“I did not hold a grudge against the cheerleaders.” Eddie laughed.

“Oh, you so did! For years, actually. We used to talk in art class and then after that, you had nothing to do with me.” You said, playfully bumping your shoulder against his.

Dustin stood at the back screen door and watched the two of you chatting and laughing. A small smile crept onto his face as he watched the two of your flirt with each other. Eddie would lean into you, being his dramatic self, and you pushed right back against him. The two’s laughter filled the air and Dustin realized his plan was working out.

“About damned time,” Dustin muttered to himself before he walked back into the living room to join the rest of his friends.

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skyfallslayer · 4 months

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🔥 = Smut 🧸= Fluff 💔= Angst (The Holy Trinity of Fanfics)

Note: If two or more characters are marked for the same fic, then the emojis used to indicate above my vary depending on their part in the story. If they’re the love interest to the reader in their section, but the other person isn’t, then their emojis might be different.

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•Eddie Munson

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The Black & White Lie - Coming Soon (xWheeler!Reader)🔥 🧸 💔

Summary: Modern! AU - Country girl Y/N Wheeler has spent most of her life on a farm in Hawkins, Indiana, and, when she goes away to college in Los Angeles, she immediately feels out of place in the daunting urban setting. She is befriended by a savvy party animal named Eddie Munson, who convinces the ambivalent girl to stay in the city. When Thanksgiving break rolls around, Y/N, no longer an innocent farm girl, invites Eddie back to Hawkins, where he pretends to be her fiancé.

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Summary: When Will got taken into the Upside Down, he wasn’t the only one who happened to be there. In order to survive he must listen to his protector, a young girl who is packed with weapons and enough knowledge for him to escape the Demogorgon.

Should We Stay or Should We Go? - Coming Soon (xPlatonic!Henderson!OFC; Slow burn!Byler) 🧸💔

Summary: On the night of November 6th, 1983, Stephanie Henderson decided to walk her little brother’s friend, Will, back home. However… they never arrive. Now, Dustin, Mike and Lucas must band together to find out what happened. Meanwhile, Steph and Will must fight for their survival in this nightmarish version of Hawkins.

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•Dustin Henderson

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theladybarnes · 1 month

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CRIMSON AND CLOVER: CHAPTER SEVEN

“What if I'm not good? What if I'm the monster?”

▸ summary: things get messy between the group and you feel as if you’re out of luck (&time) ▸ characters: steve harrington, eddie munson,dustin henderson, robin buckley, max mayfield, & nancy wheeler ▸ word count: 10k ▸ warnings: angst, semi-fluff, mentions of death, slight canon divergence ▸ series masterlist

“I guess the old man taught me well, huh?”

The sudden weight of falling down into the cold street hit you harder than you expected. Forcing you to reach out and grip onto the blue car behind you. Wait, you know this car.

“What?..” you whispered, taking a step back. It was Billy’s blue Camaro, still warm from being recently used. But you weren’t anywhere near his car– Your thoughts are cut off when you suddenly take in your dim reflection from the car window.

The entirety of your right eye was black and teary. Instead of being trapped in the mall again, you’re suddenly back from having just left the tunnels that had run beneath Hawkins. But if you're by Billy’s car then..

Turning around, you nearly gasped at the sight of Billy. He’s healthier than the last time you saw him. No Flayer tentacles stuck in his chest. No dead look in his eyes. He was back to the regular asshole you knew before. The sight of his former appearance has you taken back.

“Billy..” you croaked, unsure what to say. “I-...”

“She’s speechless.” Billy laughed, taking a step towards you. “What a nice change.”

Every part of you is aware that this isn’t real, but seeing him before you is leaving your mind puzzled. “You should go inside, Billy.” you got out eventually, gesturing toward his home, but the moment you glanced over, you noticed it was gone. The land stripped down to just the gutted floor of the house. Only the lawn had been laid intact.

“I don’t have a home anymore. I don’t have anything.” he said slowly, voice dark as he inched closer. You tried to step back, but something about his tone had your feet frozen in place. He took the chance to stand behind you now, wrapping his arms around you in order to pull you close.

He was ice cold.

“All because of you..” he said into your ear, tickling your skin with his cold breath.

“I didn’t..I didn’t do anything to you, Billy.”

“Exactly,” he agreed. “You didn’t help me..you didn’t save me. You let me die, you let the flayer get me.”

His grip got tighter, causing you to wince out in pain. You had to get out of this. “Let me go.” you said calmly despite the chill that was now coming up your spine. “Billy, let me GO.”

“It’s sad when you consider what’s happened,” he continued on, pressing his face against the side of yours. “Billy said that he loved you, tried to get back together with you, and you left him in the dust for a guy that wouldn’t even consider leaving town for you.”

There were so many alarms going off in your head but you couldn’t help but focus on one in particular.

“Billy? You mean yourself, right?” you asked, trying to turn your face to look at him. But he simply reached one of his cold arms up to pinch at your cheeks, forcing you to look at the empty lot in front of you.

“No one is ever going to pick you, you know? At the end of the day it’ll always be someone better, someone worth sticking around you. There’s no happy ending for you.” His lips ghosted around the base of your neck before he chuckled lightly against you. “No happy ending for us..”

You shook your head, trying to get his daunting words out of your head. “I’m nothing like you..”

That only made him even more amused, raising a laugh out of his chest. “We’re a lot alike, actually.” he hummed, “We use people for pleasure and toss them aside when they decide to go against what we want.”

“I don’t do that.” you said, turning around enough to face him. He looked at you with a smirk before he pinched at your cheek. “I would never do that to anyone.” you added, swatting his hand away.

“So you didn’t dump Steve for saying no to the big move?” he gasped, feigning shock. “Or better yet, you’re not ditching your poor Eddie after he left you alone to wander the forest? I mean, you didn’t even bother to let him speak. He’s probably beating himself up but you don’t care. Not when Stevie is giving you the ol’ love and attention you need. Which, let’s be honest, babydoll, is pretty shitty of you to use him for a quick fuck instead of talking things out. Thought that’s the sort of shit girls like to do.”

His words cut through you like knives, dredging up thoughts you tried to bury deep down. But then, something shifted. Billy mentioned Eddie, someone he couldn't possibly have known about. Their paths never crossed once if you thought hard about it.

"You don't know Eddie," you said slowly, voice struggling between sounding calm and trembling. "How could you possibly know what I’ve done with him if you’re dead..”

A sinister smile twisted Billy's lips as his grip tightened, sending searing pain coursing through your body. "He’s been watching you," he confessed, his voice dripping with malice. "And boy does he have plans for all of you..”

The world around you began to fall apart. The dark sky falling apart like fabric unraveling to reveal a dark crimson sky. The distance etched with bursts of lightning to light up a world in an ominous glow.

“This isn’t happening..” you promised yourself, eyes squeezed shut, desperately trying to convince yourself that this was just a dream, that none of it was real.

“Oh babydoll, did you still think this was just a dream?” (tick)

The arms around you felt different, and you opened your eyes in time to see Billy back to looking like the night of mall fire. His eyes glistened with tears and smile oozed with the dark bloody liquid that seeped from all over his wounds.

“Time for a wake up call.” (tock)

Before you could react, he shoved you with a force that sent you crashing to the ground. Landing hard on the unforgiving concrete that shot your body in instant pain. Just as you began to process what had just happened, a deafening roar filled the air.

To your right, the blinding headlights of an oncoming car came into your vision, hurtling toward you at a terrifying speed. You barely managed to get your hands up to cover your face right as it was about to hit you.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, you woke up.

Gasping for air, you sat bolt upright in bed, heart racing with adrenaline. Sweat soaked your skin, and a sense of lingering dread clung onto you like a heavy cloak. The warm glowing light of the sun peeked through your curtains. Nothing like the red haunting sky that was in your dream. New day, new nightmare. You thought.

“Hey, are you awake?”

Dustin burst into the room, nearly sending you back into panic mode as you scrambled to get out of the bed. Defensive position ready for the attack. The younger boy held onto the door knob in shock, holding a hand out too in case you were about to strike him.

“Whoa,” he chuckled nervously, looking at you carefully. “You okay? You’re all sweaty.”

You licked over your lips, pushing back the hair away from your face. “I’m fine.” you nodded, trying to calm yourself down. “Just got spooked.”

“Right,” he said slowly, skeptically, even. “Well, Steve called. Said he was going to head over here if you wanna shower or something before leaving.”

Turning away from your cousin, you tried to gain some sort of control over yourself as you trudged over to your dresser. Picking out some clothes you could change into after your shower. But from behind you could feel Dustin lingering at the door, a familiar worry still in the air.

“I’m fine, Dustin.” you said, before he could ask. You focused on the clothes before you gathered for your shower. “It was just a bad sleep.”

“You sure? Because..we’d all get if it you needed a day to jump back into–”

“I said I’m fine!” you snapped, turning around finally. The glare on your face is enough to have him take a step back. As if your words were a slap to his face. Guilt quickly filled into your gut and you rubbed a hand over your tired face. “I’m sorry I’m just tired.”

“I get it.” he cleared his throat, “I’ll be in the living room.”

Without another word, he turned on his heels and made his exit. Not two minutes into the day and you were already messing things up again.

“Time for a wake up call.”

You shuddered at the words that repeated in your head and quickly left the room. Hoping for the shower to wash away the remnants of your latest nightmare and give you a chance to start the day fresh.

The car ride to the supermarket was spent mostly with Dustin yammering to Steve about the plans for today while you sat quietly in the back. The nightmare that pulled you out of your sleep still left you frazzled. Even with the help of a hot shower that tried to wash away the haunting memory. So while Steve kept checking over you now and then, you managed to keep to yourself until you guys arrived at the market.

Instantly Dustin wandered off in search of snacks for Eddie once inside. Leaving you and Steve to navigate the supermarket aisles together as a small awkward tension lingered in the air. You focused on gathering supplies, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of what would be enough to last Eddie for the unforeseeable future.

"Hey," Steve's voice broke through the silence, causing you to glance up from the decorated can of the Smurf’s Beef Ravioli you were inspecting. His curious gaze met yours, and you couldn't help but notice the worry etched into his features.

"You look exhausted," he remarked softly, his tone filled with genuine concern.

You wanted to sigh.

Of course Steve would be the first one today to distinctly look past all the makeup you expertly applied this morning to notice the exhaustion you were feeling. After the harsh nightmare, the bags in your eyes seemed to take a permanent residence. Offering a weary smile, you attempted to brush past his observation in order to change the mood. “Is that your subtle way of saying I look terrible?”

His eyes widened, worried for a second that you were being serious. “Of course not!” he scoffed, moving closer to you. “You’re gorgeous..but I can tell you look exhausted.”

You watched him carefully, waiting to see if he’d crack from the line of questioning, but when he tilted his head at you, keeping a worried gaze, you let out the withheld sigh, giving in a little bit. “I had a pretty harsh nightmare, don’t think I really slept well the whole night.”

The palm of his hand met your cheek gently. Thumb rubbing against the soft skin before he reached over to push a piece of hair away from your face. "That bad, huh?" he murmured, looking at your features. "Why don't you let me stay over tonight? Just a friendly sleepover. You can wake me up if things get too intense."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his offer. Recalling the past summer filled with nights of him on the pretense of just sleeping. "A sleepover, really? With just the two of us?"

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's not like it's the first time I've slept over at your place."

You raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress a teasing grin from tugging on your face. “Well, if I recall correctly, we didn’t really sleep at those either.”

A faint blush crept up Steve's cheeks, and he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Okay, fair point," he admitted, a hint of embarrassment coloring his voice. "But seriously, I just want to help. You don't have to go through this alone."

It would be so easy to say yes. Give in to that natural urge that always wanted the company of the man before you. To have him by your side and give you all the attention and care you know he would willingly give to you. But your nightmare played in your mind again and you couldn’t help but feel the familiar twist of guilt form in your stomach again.

You opened your mouth to decline the offer when a case of YooHoos was placed quickly into the cart. An out of breath Dustin wiped over the sweat from his forehead, looking between the two of you expectantly. “It’s almost ten and we still have to pick up the others. Let’s go.”

Steve looked over still waiting on an answer from you but all you could do is offer a meek smile. “All right,” you nodded to Dustin. “Let’s head out.” Without looking back, you made your way towards the registers. Stomach twisting more than ever now.

Thankfully picking up Robin and Max turned out to be quicker than expected. Max had taken the bus to the other girl’s house, making the trips cut down less after Dustin explained you’d also have to make a stop at the hilltop to use his Cerebro. And after some unsettling updates from the Hawkins police department, you all were able to finally make the drive over to the Lipton boat house.

A part of you was slightly nervous to face Eddie again after yesterday. You never really felt the best after chewing out people you cared about. But add the hurt from the day before, plus the predicament with Steve, and the newest bit of information, your body was slowly aching in all sorts of places as you tried to navigate each feeling.

“The streets should be busy today, most of Hawkins are probably over their hangovers from Friday and have to go back to shopping for the week. We’ll have time to look for clues around the trailer later.” you heard Dustin say to everyone as he and Max took the lead towards the boat house.

“God,” you said suddenly, stopping in place. The days quickly calculated in your mind and you couldn’t help but feel another worry. Robin and Steve both turned at your voice, looking at you curiously before you wiped your hands over your face. “I was supposed to work with Keith today..”

The two of them looked at each other for a second before letting out amused chuckles.

“What’s so funny?” you frowned.

“Honey, Robin and I closed up the store at seven o’clock last night so we could all go find Eddie.” Steve cleared up.

“Not to mention Steve was gone a whole hour before that to go find you.” she snorted, trudging over with the groceries still in hand as she draped an arm over your shoulder. “We’re totally fired.”

“Fired?” you gaped, slightly worried by how easily over it they seemed to be. “B-but you guys needed the jobs!”

“There’s thousands of other part time jobs in Hawkins, kid.” Robin sighed, giving you a tight lipped smile. “We’ll just have to update our resumes..again.”

She left with that, leaving the two of you behind to join the others down the hill. Glancing at Steve, you opened your mouth, ready to apologize about his likely termination, but he quickly leaned over to press a finger to your lips.

“Don’t even think about apologizing.” he said sternly. “Because no one in the whole world could have stopped me from leaving. Not when it comes to you.”

Again, you’re left speechless by the man before you.

There couldn’t be any proper explanation as to why Steve continuously gave you more than you deserved. Not one that you would believe in anyway. You’ve hurt him, pushed him, and left him with no reason to do things for you. And off he’d go, ditching his life’s responsibilities just to look out for your well being.

It’s all so overwhelming and you find you’re stumped enough that it’s taking a second longer to think of a reply.

“Trouble..” he said after a second of your silence.

You quickly scrambled together a response good enough to divert the seriousness that he seemed to be leading things to lately. Something you know he’ll grow tired of eventually and confront you about. But for now, you’d stick with easing the already harsh day as best as you could.

“I was just going to say I’m glad we won’t have to wear that vest anymore.”

“Right.” he said, sucking in a sharp breath. Then suddenly, he leaned over enough that he could look at your face closely. “Are you..okay?”

Okay seemed to be the last word you’d use to describe yourself. Especially after this morning’s nightmare. But considering the man lost his job to help you out the last time, you figure you should cut this worrisome question short.

“I have a lot on my mind.” You shrugged. “Just..girl problems.”

His brows were knitted tightly together, skeptical of your response. But before he could throw in a follow up question, the sound of Robin calling out to you guys put a stop to that.

“We should go..” he said eventually.

Not wanting to lag behind any longer, you dashed down the hill to the others, catching a glance back to see Steve rub at his face until he remembered to follow after you. The two of you joined just in time to open the door into the boat house.

There’s a slightly yelp sound and the five of you watched as a frightened Eddie looked over at the doorway with wide eyes. Apparently he didn’t notice or hear any of you approaching at all.

“Delivery service!” Dustin exclaimed, a wide grin on his face as he lifted up the grocery bags.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one whose morning was off to a rough start.

The five of you gathered around Eddie, giving him a few minutes to calm down. But that calmness quickly left the moment Dustin gave him the box of Honeycomb. All there was after that was the crazy amount of crunching as Eddie stuffed as many as he could into his mouth.

“So we got, uh, some good news and some bad news.” Dustin started hesitantly. “How do you prefer it?”

“Bad news first, always.” Eddie said as if there’d be any other way.

“All right, bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they’re definitely looking for you.” he said before blinking hard, forgetting the last important fact. “Also, they’re, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.”

“Like, one hundred percent kind of convinced.” Max said next, looking at him solemnly.

“And the good news?” Eddie asked, perplexed.

Robin looked down at him with a familiar gaze to Max’s as she spoke up next. “Your name hasn’t gone public yet. But if we found out about you, it’s a matter of time before others do too. And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning out for you.”

You can’t help but feel worse hearing everyone lay out the information than from the dispatch. From where you stood behind Dustin, you could see as Eddie’s face paled at the truth.

“Hunt the freak, right?”

“Exactly.” Robin confirmed.

The memory of the crash came to mind from his words. Freak of the town. Now it was going to be a man hunt with him as the prey. Dustin before you held a hand out, piping in with what he figured would be words of encouragement.

“So, before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

“That’s all, Dustin? That’s all?”

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it.”

You can’t help but snort at Dustin’s reply. Feeling the pessimism seeping into your mood. There were too many variables to this idea that made it almost impossible to complete. And while you didn’t want to join in on adding salt to Eddie’s wounds, you couldn’t help but shake your head.

“And after all this we’ll have you back home in time for dinner.” you said offhandedly, keeping your eyes down at your nails. Steve and Dustin turned their gazes over their shoulders to look over at you questionably, making you sheepishly wave them off as you stepped closer towards the group.

“Listen, Eddie,” piped Robin as she attempted to lift up his spirits. “I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this before. I mean, they have a..a few times,” she said gesturing to the three of you. Steve confirmed her words with a reassuring nod as she went on. “And..and I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, and theirs was more smoke-related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.”

“Yeah, see, we usually rely on this girl who has super powers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so uh..” Steve said quickly, adding a true fact that you felt didn’t really help much considering El wasn’t even in town in the first place.

“So, we’re technically in more of the–” Robin volleyed in.

“Kinda..”

“Brainstorming phase.” Max finished, seeming to conclude where Robin and Steve were going with their words.

“There..There’s nothing to worry about.” Dustin spluttered, attempting to bring the group in together.

Eddie was rightfully stunned at everyone, tilting his head in shock as he stared at his friend in disbelief. But he’s soon after glancing over to you finally. Looking for what you had to say. In fact, everyone glanced over at you, almost waiting for you to say otherwise.

And while you parents always said they admired your candor, not everyone around you reacted the best to it.

So, you shot him a small tight lipped smile, nodding your head to everyone. “We’re gonna help you, Ed.” you said honestly. “Just..hopefully without any more..complications.”

As if the universe was waiting for their cue, the sounds of sirens cut through the silence of the group. Grabbing all the attention off of you as everyone quickly reacted to the new possible threat.

“Tarp.” Robin pointed out. “Tarp!”

Eddie quickly concealed himself underneath the fabric while the rest of you dashed over to the windows. Peering out through the dirty glass in time to watch as police cars and ambulances zipped past the front of the house.

“Where the hell are they going?” you heard Dustin mutter under his breath. His gaze shifted up to you curiously.

“I don’t know, but we need to go find out.”

As the group dispersed from the boat house, you felt a hand gently grab at your arm, halting your exit. Turning around, you found Eddie out from the safety of his tarp. Looking at you with remorse in his eyes. You could practically feel how nervous he was.

"Hey," he began softly, "I need to talk to you for a sec."

Sensing where this conversation was going to go, you almost wanted to reject him. You weren’t sure how many tense conversations you could handle for the day. But seeing as you weren’t certain of when you’d actually see Eddie again, you nodded your head and stayed in place.

"I wanted to apologize," he continued, his voice tinged with regret. "For that shit back at the van, the woods, all of it. I know it was messed up,..I never meant for any of that to happen."

His words stirred conflicting emotions within you. Anger, frustration, but also a bit of understanding.

At this point, you knew Eddie. He was the same guy who’d get annoyed with your lectures about his fashion taste, or who’d try and kiss you whenever you had a bad day at work, and who would bring out that ridiculous Mick Jagger impression that made you laugh before the first bell rang. He was impulsive, but never malicious.

Still, the wounds still lingered inside of you.

"I was terrified, Eddie," you admitted, voice barely rising above a whisper despite the anger behind it. "Being lost in those woods...I had no idea where I was going or what was around me. I just saw Chrissy die and woke up to a world of mess."

His expression softened, and you could see the heavy remorse returned back to his features. "I'm so sorry, Princess.” he croaked, hands reached out to grip onto your arms. “I promise I'll make it up to you, however I can. I won't let you down again."

You pushed away remaining doubt that wanted to linger behind. Wanting to believe that there were still ways to turn things around. At least in terms of your friendship with Eddie. He was there for you through your shitty moments, it was time you took your turn in being there for him.

In this case, his moment being a murder case.

“Well, let’s make a habit out of not ditching each other in the woods then.” you said finally.

He snorted excitedly, chuckling a bit at your reaction before he pulled you in a tight hug that had you patting his back just to calm him down. “Sounds reasonable to me.”

“Good.” you laughed, giving him a final pat to release you out of his tight hold. “Uhh, Eddie? Kinda need to go work on saving your ass now.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, loosening up his grip. “I was just kinda worried we’d stop being friends..”

You pulled back to look up at him, searching his eyes for a moment before you nodded your head. “We’re still friends..”

“Good, because now that we’re square again, I really gotta say, you look like shit.”

“What is it with you guys today? I mean, I am tired, but seriously what the fu–” your words are cut off when Eddie leaned in to press his lips against yours. It wasn’t the most unusual reaction from him. There had been many times he’d say something to annoy you and cut off your anger with a sloppy kiss. But at the current time you couldn’t help but think about the last kiss you had from a freakout. And many other things you did with the man who gave it to you.

"Eddie, I..." you trailed off, unable to find the right words to explain the complexity of problems you had going on. Especially the ones in your love life.

He quickly retreated, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

Suddenly, a throat cleared from behind, cutting into the moment. Instantly your heart plummeted as you turned to see Steve standing under the threshold of the door. Expression unreadable. How much did he see? How much did he hear?

"We’re ready to go," he stated curtly, avoiding your gaze. “If you two are done.”

Without waiting for you to reply, he quickly turned and left the doorway to join the others back up where the car was. You let out a tired sigh, unsure how you were going to even explain anything of what he just witnessed. All you knew was this was slowly turning from a bad morning to a crappy day.

“Did I just make things worse?” you heard Eddie chuckle behind you.

“No, Ed, I think I did.”

Despite the awkwardness of your late entrance to the car, the group made it just in time to catch the location of where the cops were heading to. It was towards the main road that led over to Forest Hills.

Everyone slowly began to murmur out curious questions as to what it could be. Chrissy’s body had already been covered, what could have happened in just a day?

The car came to a slow stop and the group slowly made an exit out of the car. Looking around what looked like a scene of a crime. Amongst the cars surrounding the area was one that caught your attention quickly. Coroner. But before you could mention that, the sight of a brightly colored skirt caught your attention.

Talking close to the newly appointed Sheriff Powell stood Nancy.

You stepped out on the road, ready to make your way over to join her when a hand tugged on your elbow. Steve, who despite still held some difference towards you since the boathouse, did not want you going forward. Only cocking his chin in the direction of the girl.

She looked relieved to see you guys but you could tell from the furrow in her brow that she was more than upset. Looking close to crying. Still, she held up a weak hand, waving over at the group with a pained expression.

“Shit.” you heard Max whisper. She pointed over towards the side of the road. On the floor, just past your friend, was another body, covered up in a white sheet.

Vecna’s second victim.

Picking at your nails had seemed to be a new habit of yours now. Previously used to keep you busy from conversations slowly turned into you using it to distract yourself from the reality of things. Like right now, as the group gathered around one of the lunch tables just outside of Eddie’s trailer, listening to Nancy explain what the police had found, you were currently tearing at the side of your hangnail.

Fred was gone. Just the same as Chrissy. Meaning that Dustin was right about this not being the last of Vecna’s attacks. But the idea of it being people you all knew seemed to make this whole thing more sickening.

It was eerie to be back in the trailer park. You made it a point to sit at the side of the table facing the Munson home. Needing to keep your eyes locked on the place again in case of anything odd happening. At one point you felt a hand slowly pat over at your leg, making you jump a bit before glancing to your left.

Steve stared at you expectantly before he shook his head in confusion. “You with us?” he asked softly, voice with the familiar tinge of worry.

Nodding your head, you tucked your hands down into your lap, looking at the three girls across from you.

“So, you’re saying that this thing that killed Fred and Chrissy, it’s from the Upside Down?”

“If the shoe fits,” Steve said simply before he looked at you again. “Right?”

“Well, considering the lights blinked like usual before the attack happened. I’d say yes.”

“Our working theory is that he attacks with a spell or a curse.” Dustin added. “Now, whether or not he’s doing the bidding of the Mind Flayer or just loves killing teens, we don’t know.”

“All we know is that this is something different.” Max joined in, a frown etched on her face as she glanced amongst everyone. “Something new.”

“Doesn’t make sense.” Nancy muttered, shaking her head.

You reached over to place a hand towards her, gaining her attention to you. “Has anything about the Upside Down ever made sense?” you asked honestly, “Besides, this is still a work in progress.”

“She’s right, it’s only a theory.” Dustin said after you.

“No, Fred and Chrissy don’t make sense.” Nancy explained, putting together something in her head. “I mean, why them?”

“Maybe they were just in the wrong place. “ Dustin tried. “They were both at the game.”

Max nodded her head, following the pieces coming together. “And near the trailer park.”

“We’re at the trailer park.” Steve pointed out slowly. “Uhh, should we maybe not be here?”

You sucked in a slow breath before leaning back to look around the area. It looked the same as when you’d come to visit Eddie. Max’s trailer was still just across the way, and the sound of wind chimes still echoed in the distance. But one glance back to the Munson trailer and you felt your stomach dip.

“There is something about this place.” Nancy said after a second. “Fred started acting weird the second we got here.”

Robin looked over at Nancy curiously. “Acting weird as in..?”

“Scared, on edge, upset.”

It completely bothered you how similar you felt to that right now. But you could practically feel worried glances from some of the people at the table, so you bottled down speaking up on that in favor of hearing what Dustin had to say next.

“Max said Chrissy was upset too.”

“Yeah, but not here.” she shook her head. “She was crying in the bathroom at school.”

For a second you couldn’t help but feel a twist in your stomach at the idea of Chrissy. She was so nice in the van that night. Wanting to take the special K just to get through the night without feeling overwhelmed. But her troubles were vastly bigger than she laid out for you and you couldn’t help but feel bad for not reaching out more when you had the chance.

“Serial killers stalk their prey before they strike, right?” Robin asked, cutting into silence. “So, maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman–”

“Vecna.” Dustin quickly corrected.

“I don’t know about you guys but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone.” Steve said. His eyes looked to you, almost like he was expecting you to agree with him. And while the logical side of you did, something deep inside was stopping you entirely from speaking out.

“Maybe they did.” Max considered slowly. “I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster, you..you wouldn’t go to the police. They’d never believe you. But you might go to your–”

“Your shrink.” Robin concluded.

The idea of Fred and Chrissy having a connection through Ms. Kelley did little to ease your growing anxiety. Especially when you remembered that amongst the few students that happened to be stuck in her counseling sessions, was you.

Not wanting to waste the day, the group quickly left the bench to head over to the next destination. Hopefully Max could find her way into getting out some information about the others from Ms. Kelley.

You’re walking close beside Nancy when she elbowed your side, raising a brow to you before nodding towards the direction of her car. You almost wanted to ask her what she had meant when she gave you a familiar look. Quickly getting the hint that she had something else in mind, you casually turned towards the car. That is until the group’s den mother seemed to take notice.

“Whoa, whoa, HEY! HEY!” Steve said, jogging after the two of you. “Where are you guys going?”

“Oh, there’s just something I wanna check on first.” she explained simply, nudging at your side quickly.

“I’m gonna go with her, you know Nancy Drew needs Bess Marvin and all that.” you waved, trying to make a turn for the car again.

“Something you guys wanna share with the rest of us?” Dustin asked, slightly offended.

“I don’t wanna waste your time. It’s a real shot in the dark.” she said shyly, kicking at the dirt for a second. You nodded your head, looking over at the rest of the group with a small smile.

“If she’s got a hunch, it might be worth checking out guys. We’ll be back soon.” you reassured them.

“Hey, you can’t just ditch us.” Dustin scoffed. “Besides, it’s better to keep an eye on you if you’re suddenly turned into a suspect and we need to hide you up with Eddie.”

Max looked over at Dustin before she nodded her head, agreeing. “There’s still a chance your name could come up. If we can’t reach you then we wouldn’t be able to help you on time.”

Something told you that there might be another reason Dustin and Max wanted you to stay and while you were sure nothing would happen while going with Nancy, you also didn’t want to make things harder on anyone. Especially with these two out of all them showing concern openly.

“Looks like I’m with the kids.” you sighed, turning defeatedly to Nancy. “Think you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be an hour or two tops.” she nodded. “We’ll regroup after that.”

“Yeah okay. Are you guys out of your mind?” Steve asked, looking at you two a little perplexed. “Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose? No, it’s too dangerous. You need..you need someone to..” His face turned hard with a sudden frustration as he looked at Nancy worriedly. Your stomach caught onto that tension quicker than your brain and twisted slightly at a growing feeling you haven’t felt in a while. Steve didn’t seem to notice as he turned to toss his keys over to Robin.

“Here you go. I’ll stick with Nance.” he said quickly. “You guys take the car, check out the shrink.”

The girl caught the keys awkwardly, giving Steve a confused look as she pointed over to the car. “Don’t think you want me driving your car.” she said wearily.

“Didn’t think he let anyone drive the car.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Last time he nearly had a heart attack and that was just driving in the streets.”

Steve blinked over at you confused before he turned back to Robin. “Why?” he asked, ignoring your jab.

“I don’t have a license.”

“Why don’t you have a license?” he asked frustratedly.

“I’m poor.” she reasoned with a shrug.

“I can drive.” Max offered, only adding fuel to Steve’s emotions.

“No, No! Never again. Please. Anybody but you. NO.” he argued.

Dustin, ever with his perfect timing, looked at Steve with his arms out. As if he were ready to take on the responsibility that no one on the team could take. From behind Steve you could see as his body deflated at his choices.

“No chance.”

“Come on!”

Nancy looked a little uncomfortable at Steve’s persistence, only casting you an apologetic look. You on the other hand could not stop the familiar green monster from trying to crawl its way up from the depths of your soul. Unsure where Steve’s need to be around Nancy came from just yet. But you knew by now that it wasn’t the best idea to act on those feelings just yet.

Finally Steve glanced back to you, raising a brow questionably.

Bastard.

“Fine,” you said calmly, earning a small shock from the group. As if they expected some other reaction from you. Taking a step towards him, you held out your hand, giving Steve a sweet smile. “I’ll take your car.”

Steve nervously licked over his lips. Eyes shifting from your hand, then to Nancy, and then back at you. “No,” he gulped, shaking his head lightly. “I sense I made a mistake of some kind.”

Fed up with everything, Robin reached for the walkie in Dustin’s bag and stepped in. “All right, okay. This is stupid. Us ladies will stick together.” she confirmed, putting the keys back into Steve’s hands. Her eyes gave him a warning look before she marched over to join Nancy’s side. “Unless you think we need you to protect us?” she said with a humorous chuckle.

The two of you didn’t move from your spot. Only watching as Robin made her way towards Nancy’s car. Taking the lead for their exit. Nancy gave you both a sympathetic shrug before she mouthed an apology to you before turning on her heels to catch up with the other girl.

“Be careful!” he called out, Robin turned around, shooting out a peace sign before she glanced at you.

“Should be saying that to yourself!” she laughed, giving you a wink.

From the corner of your eye you can feel as Steve nervously looked over at you. His previous annoyance went away when he noticed your change in demeanor. Without another thought you walked towards his car, avoiding his gaze as you made your way towards the car doors. He quickly rushed over, moving to open up the passenger door for you, a small tight lip smile on his face.

Ignoring that offer, you carefully opened up the backseat and slipped in beside Max. Avoiding his gaze as you slammed the door shut. From the outside you could hear Dustin chortle at his friend as he moved to take the free spot. “Nice one,” he said to Steve. “You just gonna stand there and gawk?”

“Dude, shut up.”

“Why don’t we go? Okay?” he said teasingly.

“Shut up and get in the car.” he ordered. “Wipe your feet.”

You watched as Dustin carelessly began to wipe his feet inside the car. Almost comically as he patted the shoe against the clean interior floor, earning another explosive reaction from Steve.

“On the outside, not the inside!”

There was a bit more huffing between the two as they finally got into their seats. Leaving the car in a second of silence. Steve glanced back at you, opening his mouth to say something. But instead of giving him the chance to say anything, you turned in your seat, facing your direction to look out the window. Giving you the chance to give him a bit of the silent treatment.

“Always the babysitter.” Steve muttered angrily, turning on the engine of the car. “Always the GODDAMN babysitter!”

You watched carefully from your side of the car as Max entered inside Ms. Kelley’s home. Only looking back at you guys once before the door closed up behind her. Hopefully the whole thing wouldn’t take as long and the four of you could make your way back to others and give you space away from Steve.

“So..we gonna talk about..it?”

Glancing to your right, you looked into the passenger mirror to find Dustin looking at Steve. He seemed to have purposely left his window open enough that you were able to eavesdrop into their conversation.

“Huh? Sorry, talk about what?” Steve asked, barely paying attention.

“Your temporary insanity earlier today when you basically threw yourself at Nance? And in front of my cousin of all people.”

It took everything in you not to react to what you just heard. Your cousin’s words basically confirm the worries that hit you in the trailer park. The little green monster inside was practically dancing as it festered on the negative energy building up inside of you.

“Okay, first of all, that’s not what happened.” Steve said defensively.

“Pretty sure that’s what happened.” he countered. “It was public, there were like, a lot of witnesses. The prime one being at the back of your car right now.”

He made it a point to glance at you through the mirror, catching your glaring gaze. He looked like he was about to change things up from his expression but you quickly shook your head, nodding in the direction of Steve’s side of the car for him to continue.

“Uh-Are you implying I still have a thing for Nance? Really? Me?”

“No, I’m not implying.” he said, shaking his head. “I’m stating. And, as it relates to your current break up leaving you to go on various dates, it’s pretty much the only logical explanation.”

“That’s not the only one.” Steve denied quickly. “You know what I’ve been going through. What I’ve been thinking. And as for Nance, I was just trying to protect a friend.”

From the mirror you could see Dustin’s face turned amused, like he was beyond believing that statement in the slightest way. You let out a small sigh, glancing down at the ground almost..defeatedly.

This wasn’t even something you had the right to be angry about. If anything, the only reason you had room to speak on the situation was the fact that Nancy was currently dating your best friend and you couldn’t just let Steve of all people step in on that.

God, that thought alone made you feel sick.

“A friend, Henderson. Okay?” Steve said after noticing Dustin’s silence.

“Okay.”

“I don’t wanna find her in the morning with her eyes sucked out of the front of her skull by this Vecna creep.”

Dustin let out an amused giggle. “You’re bright red in the face right now!”

Not having it in your stomach to listen to anything else, you stomped away from the car. Trying not to let the stinging tears in your eyes slip out. Your mind viciously shoots you into a memory from the first fall when Billy arrived. His terrorizing had slowly come to an end that night but not without some parting words to you.

“He’ll never get over Wheeler. It’s that first love shit that chicks are so keen for. He’ll never get away from that feeling. Trust me, I’d know.”

Back then you convinced yourself that he wasn’t telling the truth. That he took your weakness that night to try and get under your skin. But now? Now your mind is so frazzled and so broken lately that everything is turning into doubt.

“Get in the car.”

You turned around to find Max rushing over to the car door, giving you a wide look before she entered inside. Quickly, you joined in after her, closing up the door in time to catch her giving Steve an order to drive. He’s quick to start up the car, setting all of you to hit against the seats as he sped away from the house.

Eventually Max briefly explained what happened inside and stated that the best way to get more information would be in Ms. Kelley’s office at the school. You tried to explain it’d be a lot harder to break in due to the break but she simply held up a pair of office keys.

Suddenly the walkie in Dustin’s lap let out a loud squawk before a voice suddenly spoke through.

“Dustin. It’s Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin.”

The sudden sound of your friend’s voice had you and Max quickly leaning over your seats, trying to listen in on the incoming message.

“Lucas? Where the hell have you been?” Dustin asked into the walkie.

“Just listen.” Lucas pleaded. “Are you guys looking for Eddie?”

“Yeah and we found him, no thanks to you.” he chided back.

“You found him?”

“He’s at a boathouse on Coal Mill Road. Don’t worry, he’s safe.”

“You guys know he killed Chrissy, right?” Lucas asked worriedly. The car seemed to grow tense at that. Now the teens at the school surely knew he was the main suspect. Time was beginning to run out.

“That’s bullshit. Eddie tried to save Chrissy. My cousin was there!”

“She was there too?! Wait, then why do all the cops say he did it?”

Max, having had enough, reached over for the walkie. “Lucas, you’re so behind it’s ridiculous, okay? Just meet us at the school. We’ll explain later.”

“I..I can’t. I think some real bad shit’s about to go down.”

“What are you talking about? What bad shit?” she asked, but there was no response back. Almost as if the connection was lost. “Lucas? Lucas?”

“Line got cut off.” Dustin said, reaching back for the walkie. “What do you think he meant?”

“I’m not sure.” Steve said, gripping the wheel tightly. “Let’s just get to the school.”

It was dark by the time the four of you arrived at Hawkins. The air held an eerie atmosphere as you guys parked discreetly in the back of the school. Couldn’t exactly have anyone checking by to see there was someone at the school this time of night.

Your cousin was thankfully prepared for the night again and quickly passed around a couple of flashlights, giving you guys some light to venture through the creepy halls with.

“I gotta say, didn’t think I’d be coming back here anytime soon.” Steve muttered to you, smacking at the side of his flashlight before it fully turned on.

“It’s definitely not the way I wanted to spend my Spring Break.” you nodded, flashing towards one of the classrooms.

There’s an awkward building tension between the two of you. A part of you wanted to squash down that anger from before, use it to keep focus on the problems at hand. But there was a bigger part inside that was gleefully ready to make a mess out of things.

Per usual.

“Didn’t think I’d spend the day like this.” he chuckled lightly, looking over at you. “Kind of a bad way to end the weekend don’t you think?”

Something in his words, while innocent, just irked you. Making your whole body shift as you finally let free some of the venom that had been building up since the trailer park.

“Yeah, you must be having a pretty bad day considering you’re stuck babysitting with me instead of chumming it up with Robin or looking out for Nancy.”

Steve looked almost as if your words were a slap to the face, staggering back a second before his expression quickly changed to annoyance. He reached a hand out to stop you from walking.

“Where’s that coming from?” he asked slowly.

“Seriously?” you laughed, raising a brow at him. “Did you suddenly forget that little show you gave back in Forest Hills?” You made an effort to dramatically reenact tossing invisible car keys. “Here you go. I’ll stick with Nance.” you said in a dramatically deep voice.

He was unamused by that, pressing his lips together before he scratched at his hair. A nervous tick he got whenever something got under his skin. “I’m sorry I’m a little particular with who I hang out with at the moment. I figured you’d feel the same way considering you probably wanted to stick around with Eddie so you guys could make out and weirdly flirt again.”

Sometimes you forget that Steve’s as much of a former bitch as you were. Making his bite hurt particularly bad right now. Still, you weren’t one to back down from a verbal fight.

“Wow, I’m not really surprised you noticed everything I’m doing considering how you’ve been trying to figure out ways to keep me at home.” Tilting your head you step closer to look up at Steve. “Was worrying about me too much for you now that you want to display your macho-man persona to Nancy again?”

“You’re pulling that out of nowhere.” he scoffed, shaking his head at you. “I mean, really, how is me wanting you to stay home because I’m worried about how tired you look, suddenly turn into me trying to get back with Nancy?”

“Oh, so now it’s suddenly trying get back with Nancy?”

“No, you just said–”

“I said you were showing off!”

He let out a long sigh, rubbing a hand over his face before he turned to look at you seriously. “All I offered was to go with Nancy so that she wasn’t alone. Her friend just died the same way Chrissy did and I didn’t want her to end up the same way. I was just trying to be a comforting friend.”

“So you wanted to comfort her? Well, that’s great to hear considering we both know how you like to comfort people through their crisis, don’t we?”

“I-It was different with you, okay?” He stuttered a bit, before he held his hands up, looking annoyed again. “You’re the one who is kissing some other guy and it’s me that’s trying to get with someone?”

“As always, you always take one part of the picture to paint the story, your highness.” you sighed, pushing a hair out of your face. “But don’t worry, I’m sure Robin will put in a good word for you with Nancy since you’re so keen on chivalry.”

“That’s not fair. That is not what I want.” he spat. “Look, I know that you two have a thing okay? I’m not going to step in on it but that doesn’t mean I have to be nice about it either. So, quit using the friendly friendship I have with Nance to compare your beneficial one with Eddie.”

“There isn't a thing. God, Steve.” you frowned. “In case you haven’t figured it out yet, Eddie kissed me. I didn’t ask him to, nor to hold me, or anything. He’s just a friend..and I pulled back.”

“That’s not the only thing you two have done, quit acting like it’s just some innocent friendship.”

“If you can’t seem to remember, the only person around here that I’ve willingly done anything with in the past twenty-four hours, is you, so..” you said as a matter of fact. “Also I think it’s unfair that you get mad at Eddie for kissing me but quickly go around to play the brave knight in shining white Adidas to Nance.”

“They’re Nikes!” he countered weakly.

You could only scoff at him in disbelief. “This conversation isn’t going anywhere. I’m sorry I’m not the one you want to be around right now, let’s just leave things at that.”

Taking a step to leave him you made an effort to follow after the two kids when Steve reached forward to grip at your arm. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t want you around. But I know you’re not okay right now. And the more you try and push yourself in this, the more I can tell that something else is bothering you.”

He’s staring down at you with the familiar look of worry he’s been doing these past few days. Something that would have comforted you the other day, but not with how you were feeling right now.

“You’re right.” you said softly, reaching up to gently pat at his hand. “There is something bothering me.”

From the tone of your voice, Steve could easily tell where this was going to go, only giving you a pleading look as he tried to diffuse the comeback you were about to give him.

“Don’t say it’s me-

“It’s you.”

Without a sparing glance, you pushed out of his grip and brushed and brushed past a nosy, lingering, Dustin in order to join Max at the front of the search. Her gaze stayed ahead, looking away from you, but from the corner of your eye you could see as she shook her head. A small smirk on her lips.

“Well that was really nice.”

“Oh, shut up.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Like you have any room to talk about niceties.”

“I don’t?” She asked amusedly.

“Well considering your on and off history with Lucas, I’d think it’s fair to say you’re just as good with dealing with exes as I am.”

She frowned for a moment, seeming to think it over before she shrugged. “Guess we’re both kinda messed up.”

A part of you wanted to argue. Say how she’s wrong and that aside from what was currently going on, you were fine. But considering the dramatic fight you just shared for the two kids, you figured she wasn’t entirely wrong. “It’s kinda nice.” you said eventually, nudging her side playfully.

“It’s nice that we’re messed up?” She chuckled, looking a little taken back.

“No,” you hummed lightly, “it’s nice we’re messed up together.”

She finally glanced over at you, giving you a weird look before laughing. “You’re so weird.” she said, nudging you back.

With that small bit of comfort, the two of you silently led the other boys the rest of the way to Ms. Kelley’s office.

The familiar lingering scent of her relaxing lavender candle hit your senses quickly once you entered inside. Which you were thankful for considering the small stress you seemed to be adding onto yourself. You were happy to finally have a moment where all you guys had to do was focus on the clues needed to progress your theories and not your current problems.

“It’s like a mini-Watergate or something.” Dustin said behind you. “Hawkinsgate.”

“Wait a second, didn’t those guys get caught?” asked Steve.

You made your way over towards the desk, looking over the papers laid out neatly at the center of the table while Max peeked through the cabinet for the files.

“Holy shit.” she said suddenly.

“You found it?” Steve asked, as the rest of you gathered around her.

“Yeah, and not just Chrissy’s file. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley too.” Her hand reached back into the cabinet, pulling out one more manila envelope before she turned over to face you. Her eyes focused on you intently as she held the file up in the air. “And so were you.”

Even with your eyes looking down at your file, you could feel the intense stare from Steve’s eyes. He hasn’t stopped looking at you ever since Max revealed your file to everyone. You couldn’t help but find it all worthless to bring up. To you, it was just your regular file. There was the first meeting recorded, the goals she wanted you to have for the next couple of years. Nothing out of the ordinary until this year. When she began to take notice of your reaction towards Billy’s death.

“God,” you scoffed, looking down at her words. “Behavioral avoidance? What a load of crap.”

You carefully threw the file onto the desk, plopping down in her chair to look over at what Max had been reading across from you.

The folder containing Chrissy’s sessions quickly caught your eye. Making you curious to know what the girl truly had been going through before her untimely death.

“Can I see Fred’s file?” she asked suddenly.

“Yeah,” Steve said, passing the folder over to her. She quickly laid it out before her, flipping through the papers to collect whatever information caught her attention. From the side you could see as Steve carefully tried to reach out for your file. You made it a point to move away from him on the other side of the desk.

Leaning over, you reached over for Chrissy’s file, looking over the small details listed on her last session. Headaches, nosebleeds, nightmares, anxiety, insomnia, trauma.. All things that made sense but..oddly familiar. Moving closer, you peered over to look down at Fred’s notes that Max had stopped at.

..They were almost similar to Chrissy’s.

But that didn’t make sense. It couldn’t. Because if that were the few connecting signs to what made Vecna attack Chrissy and Fred then what did that mean about you? Glancing back at your folder, you pushed through the notes again, trying to figure out if there was anything similar to what was on the other two folders. But there was nothing.

Only the small note written at the corner of your last session.

Might benefit if suggested with a group therapy. Perhaps with Max M. Both suffer from related trauma.

Related trauma? You thought.

Glancing up from the papers, you peered over at Max worriedly. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she looked a lot like how you felt at the moment. But this couldn’t be right. You never voiced to Ms. Kelley any of these things. You weren’t seeing any weird Vecna monster or dealing with trauma. You were-

“Perfectly fine?” (tick)

You felt a cold shiver run down your back and glanced up in the room. Almost expecting to see if anyone else had heard that. There’s a heavy weight suddenly over you and you feel as if the air in the room was slowly being sucked out. This couldn’t be happening. You weren’t like the others. You weren’t going through these struggles you weren’t–

“Going crazy? (tock)

“Max! MAX!”

The sounds of Dustin and Steve calling out to Max instantly pulled you out from you haunting thoughts. Before you was a frozen Max, still frozen in place. “Max?” you called out, getting out from your seat to kneel beside her.

Steve’s hand rested on your shoulders, concern on his face as he began to breathe heavily. “What’s going on?” he asked, voice uneasy. “What do we do?”

“She’s just..I don’t know!” you panicked, shaking at her shoulders. “Max, c’mon. Talk to me!” But as you gazed into her vacant eyes, a chilling thought swept right through you.

Did you guys just run out of time?

A/N: okay so this chapter is kinda messy. Reader is seriously losing her mind but I promise that trouble is gonna get her head on screwed right soon enough. Maybe after she remembers that Nancy is in love with Jonathan and Steve practically dropped everything to go to her. I blame Vecna tbh. And Billy from the afterlife.

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🏕 Camp Lovers Lake - Chapter Four 🏕

An Eddie Munson x Female Reader summer camp story. Set just before the beginning of season 3 of Stranger Things, with a few diversions from the original plot of the series.

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Pairing and tropes • Eddie Munson x Henderson Female Reader - fluff, forced proximity, slightly slow burn, summer camp clichés ♥︎

Summary • June, 1985. Close to the city of Hawkins, Indiana, the placid waters of Lovers Lake stand as the perfect background for the homonymous summer camp, where you’re about to be a counselor for the last time before senior year and then, hopefully, college. Your brother Dustin Henderson won’t be with you this year, as he’s chosen to attend Camp Know Where until July - but with your best friend Robin Buckley at your side and the unexpected addition of Steve Harrington to your duo, the upcoming months seem to promise endless fun and exciting adventures nonetheless. However, as you get closer to Eddie Munson, resident metalhead and drug dealer who’s been forced by his uncle to work at Camp Lovers Lake after another missed graduation, your plans for the summer might have to go in a completely different direction.

Warnings • Cursing, possible mentions and/or depictions of violence, sexually suggestive language. Having no idea where this is going myself, you’ll need to be 18+ to read this fic just in case!

Chapter notes • Finally!!! I'm sorry for the delay, but it's been a crazy week and I kept coming up with new scenes that I wanted to include sooo this one needed some extra time! Hope you like it and hope it makes sense lol happy reading lovelies ✨

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Someone wise once said that mornings are for coffee and contemplation. Add a little bit of extra sleep and that’s the heavenly combination you’d usually be craving as soon as the alarm rings, especially on school days. But not today, apparently.

Last night, after the hike in the summer heat drained you of most of your energies, you drifted to sleep almost immediately after dinner, the sounds of crickets chirping and Robin’s low chatter lulling you into unconsciousness. It was a long, dark, and peaceful sleep, without any kinds of dreams - none that you remember anyways, now that the warm sunlight welcomes you back into another morning at camp.

It must be quite early, because you can still hear Robin’s soft snoring and deep breaths below you as you roll in the white cotton sheets and turn towards the window across the room. You can’t see the sky from where you’re lying, but judging from the light that is growing warmer and more intense by the minute, it’s clearly going to be another hot, sunny day.

You check the wristwatch that you keep hanging on the frame of the bed, and find out that it’s 7 am. Breakfast won’t be ready until 8:30, so you decide to wait a little longer in bed, your legs now free from the sheets and leaning against the old wooden wall of the cabin. A solitary sun ray travels across the room and reaches you, drawing a glimmering streak on your pj top as speckles of dust twirl in its light.

You check your watch again: 7:03.

You don’t know why, but you really can’t stay still for much longer - your body refuses to lie down and something inside you feels impatient, and fluttery. Maybe it’s because you’ve slept so well and soundly that you’ve completely recharged your energies, but what’s sure is that today you’re feeling more excited than usual to get up, live the day, do things… see people.

It almost clicks right there and then, when a small smile cracks through your lips while you play with the dusty air with one of your hands, making it pass back and forth through the glimpse of sunlight hovering above your bed. But, somehow, the excitement suddenly turns into some kind of uncomfortable bitterness, which makes you drop your hand on the mattress with a sigh.

After a few more restless minutes, you shake the feeling off and decide to get up early, for once. Mr. Smithson is surely at the Headquarters already, so you might get this chance to talk to him about Tim and Jason Carver’s brother - a topic that, now that you think about it, it’s better to be addressed as low-key as possible.

Being as silent as you can (stealthy like a ninja, Steve would say), you climb down your bed, get dressed, quickly scribble a note for Robin to tell her that you’ve gone out and that you’ll see her at breakfast, and you finally sneak out of the cabin.

The camp is silent, except for the relaxing sounds of nature. You realize that you’ve likely never experienced it with this amount of calm and peace, not even at night - there’s always someone sneaking around, a small cabin reunion or a bonfire going on. But now that it’s early morning and everyone is still asleep, it really feels like a wellness retreat from the chaos and loudness of urban life.

You stroll straight towards the Headquarters, enjoying the warm air and the freshness of the shadows cast by the trees. As you pass by Steve’s cabin, you throw an unintentional glance at the window, noticing nothing else but darkness.

Before heading to the meeting room, you stop a minute or two by the lake, your gaze getting lost in the vibrating green leaves reflected on its calm surface. As you graze the refreshingly cold water with the tip of your fingers, you decide in favor of asking Robin to go on a swim later today, maybe during your afternoon break.

Snap.

You turn around at the sudden noise coming from behind you, almost losing your balance and ending up with one foot in the water. You’re not scared, not like two nights ago when you found Eddie near the kitchen - but you’re startled nonetheless, so you take a look around. However, as you scan the space between the cabins and the grove surrounding the camp, nothing’s to be seen. So, you decide, it was probably a squirrel or a bird.

You check your watch once again and it’s not long now before everyone wakes up for breakfast, so you need to hurry if you want to catch Mr. Smithson alone. Before leaving, you try to shake some water off your wet tennis shoe, but there’s not much you can do - the damage is done now, so you’ll have to walk around with a soggy foot and let it dry in the sun later.

Trying to ignore the discomfort, you make your way towards the meeting room at the back of the Headquarters. You’re about to knock when the door swings open to reveal a chirpy Mrs. Janet.

“Oh, hello y/n” she exclaims, looking at you with a pleased expression of surprise, “quite the early birds today, are we?”

“Good morning, Mrs. Janet” you greet her back with a smile, “Yeah, I figured I could get up a bit earlier to have a chat with Mr. Smithson”

“Please, do come in, y/n” the director’s voice rises from behind the cook, “There’s still some time before we're being summoned into the dining room by the delicious smell of Mrs. Janet’s pancakes”.

Mrs. Janet happily scoffs as she moves to the side to let you in. “See you later, then, Richard” she exclaims, leaving the door ajar as she heads next door.

“So” Mr. Smithson addresses you as he shuffles a pile of papers and files together, sitting at the table in the middle of the room. “What can I do for you, y/n?”

You sit down across from him and tell him everything about Tim and Peter Carver, suggesting that it might be useful to move the latter to another cabin.

Mr. Smithson listens to you attentively, with his hands folded on the table and his head occasionally nodding when he agrees with you. When you’re done talking, he lifts his gaze up towards the ceiling, thinking.

“I’ll talk to the rest of the staff about this” he finally decides, looking back at you with a smile, “so we can decide together the best course of action. In the meantime, thank you for telling me - you did the right thing, as we want to keep this camp a safe space for everyone. Now” he concludes, throwing a glance at the clock on the wall, “I believe it’s time for pancakes. You can go, I’ll catch up soon”.

You nod in agreement, matching his smile as you get up and thank him before heading towards the door, which is still slightly open from when Mrs. Janet left. As you step outside, you suddenly remember that you didn’t mention the black vines and the hole in the ground to Mr. Smithson. But, as you move to go back inside, a familiar voice gets your attention.

“Didn’t know you were a snitch”.

You turn towards the sound, which is coming from your left, and find Patrick leaning against the outer wall of the meeting room, between the window and the door. You’re startled for a second, but as you realize it’s him your expression hardens.

“I don’t see how what I do or say is any of your business” you state, crossing your arms on your chest. You’re feeling the resentment bubbling up inside you as you speak.

“Fair point” Patrick scoffs, cocking one eyebrow up in disdain. “I guess it’s not my business that you’re hanging out with freaks now, either”

The clear reference to Eddie makes your cheeks turn red with anger. He’s probably used to being called a freak, and he might even joke about it - but you remember the hint of self-deprecation when he mentioned all the names he’s been called, and even if he’s brave enough to claim them and turn them into titles to exorcise their original meaning, it doesn’t mean that you’ll let your ex insult him for free.

“Could say the same thing about you” you talk back to Patrick, “but I’m not out there ambushing you to wine about your new friends”.

“Yeah, well, at least I don’t visit them at night, y/n” Patrick blurts out, taking a step towards you. “I saw you, earlier, coming from Munson’s cabin. What were you looking for in the lake, huh? Your lost dignity?”

You’re so taken aback at his blatantly misplaced accusations that you’re left speechless, but you snap back into reality as soon as he grabs you by an arm and drags you behind the corner of the building. You know he did it to avoid Mr. Smithson - who's now coming out of the meeting room to head to the kitchen - but it does nothing but enrage you even more.

“Don’t you dare touch me again” you hiss at him, “and don’t even try to pull that bullshit on me. If your stupid little jock brain didn’t notice, all cabins are on the same two paths, so, hello? I just walked in front of Harrington’s. But I’m not going to explain myself to you any further - and for god’s sake, stop. stalking. me.” you conclude, taking a breath.

Patrick blushes violently, his mouth hanging open as he realizes just how pathetic he sounds. You know he’ll never be like Jason, because all it took was a little resistance to his attempts at bullying to make him crumble like a sandcastle.

In the meantime, campers have started to emerge from their cabins, as it’s finally time for breakfast. You can see them right around the corner, grouping in front of the Headquarters porch - and, among them, you catch a glimpse of a familiar wavy shag.

“Y/n” Patrick addresses you, his tone hard and arrogant once again, but with a new hint of insecurity in it. “You really should think twice about who hang out with”.

You bring your eyes back to him, your gaze icy as you stare at his face. “Yeah, try telling that to yourself” you reply, firmly putting an end to the conversation. Then, you move to walk past him, just to find his hand tight around your arm once again.

“I mean it, y/n” Patrick whispers in your ear, his voice almost trembling as he squeezes you hard.

A little farther away, Eddie notices you struggling against Patrick’s grip. Your eyes lock with his for a second, and you see him taking a few steps in your direction. At the realization of what might occur, you shrug Patrick’s off of you, giving up on talking back or blurting out a remark - you just want to get out of there without anyone else getting involved.

You move quickly towards the Headquarters, passing by Eddie. You really don’t feel like explaining what has happened, so you just give him a small smile and a wave and steer clear of him. He softly smiles back and watches you walk away.

— 🏕 —

“Come on, it’s definitely not freezing!” Steve exclaims, watching Robin retreat on the pier after dipping the tip of her toes in Lovers Lake’s waters.

It’s early in the afternoon and, even if it’s still the beginning of June, it already feels like full-on summer. Popsicles melt at the speed of light, birds and squirrels hide in the cool shadow of the trees until sunset, campers only play sports in the early hours of the morning, ditching them for quieter board or card games when the sun is at its highest point in the sky - and, of course, as soon as any counselor has a slot of free time, they use it to find some much needed refreshment in the cold waters of the lake.

And that’s exactly what you and Robin planned on doing now, after spending the whole morning getting hand cramps while making friendship bracelets with a group of camper girls. You actually didn’t mind the activity, as you loved trying different shapes and motives with the colorful threads; you even made one for yourself, pink and light green with tiny white flowers, matching Robin’s light blue one. However, the idea of taking a swim and getting rid of the never-ending, always-flowing sweat pearling on your exposed skin and giving a break to your tired fingers really felt like an alternative worth pursuing.

Robin definitely agreed - at least until you reached the shore of the lake after lunch, beach towel in hand and swimsuit on, and tested the water. It was then that Robin absolutely changed her mind, striding towards the pier to the tune of “I’m not going to get a congestion, not today”.

You trailed behind her with a roll of your eyes and a smile, guessing that persuading her to get in the lake with you would be easier after some basking in the sun. It was still you, however, the one sitting with your legs dangling in the fresh water when Steve Harrington swam towards you from the shore. Miraculously, he had the same free time break as you, so he has now joined your mission to convince Robin to be brave and dive in - with scarce success, indeed.

“Nope” Robin protests, sitting back on her towel, drops of sweat on her forehead betraying her need for refreshment. “I’m not risking it, not yet. I’m not fully trusting your first aid skills in case my stomach freezes and I get cramps and drown” she blurts out at Steve, looking at you with raised eyebrows to find some support.

You sigh affectionately, leaning back from your own seat to pat her knee. “Take your time, Robin” you tell her, before removing your sunglasses and placing them next to her, away from the edge of the pier, “But I’m going in, if you don’t mind”.

“As you wish, dingus” she exclaims, turning her body to lay on her stomach. “Just let me know what you’d like to write on your tombstone” she adds with a smirk as you get up and take a deep breath before diving in.

The sudden cold takes your breath away as you float underwater, the bubbles from your dive fizzling around you. For a few seconds, time slows down and you enjoy the peaceful feeling of being suspended in the dark water - then, with a kick of your feet, you emerge back on the surface, the sun warming your face as you wipe your eyes and open them again.

“Is it that bad?” Steve eagerly asks you, swimming closer in case you need some help - being less salty than the sea, it’s slightly harder to stay afloat in lake water, but you’re okay.

You can’t help but shiver for a second, earning a victorious “Ah-ha!” From Robin. “Actually” you address her, “it’s a bit of a shock at first, but you get used to it in a second”.

You hang out like that for a while, chatting in the water as Steve occasionally displays his swimming skills, earning approving (and slightly mocking) claps from both you and Robin. He shakes his hair every time he re-emerges, lake water droplets shooting in your direction and causing Robin to yell at him to “stop acting like a damn puppy”.

After a while, though, even Robin surrenders to the heat. After a painfully slow ritual consisting of dipping one single body part at a time in the lake, she finally joins you in the water - still refusing to admit that it’s quite a manageable temperature.

“So, besides hiking, sports and making friendship bracelets, what else are we going to do all summer?” Steve asks, passing one hand through his wet but still incredibly good looking hair.

You and Robin exchange a look, not knowing where to start with the list.

“Well” Robin begins, “there are cooking classes, painting lessons, board game nights… if the projector is still working after Gareth crashed into it last year, we might do a couple of outdoor movie nights as well”.

“And, if you’re lucky, don’t forget hike number two and three” you chip in, “be sure that you’ll know every single flower and leaf on that path by the time September comes”.

“You always take the same route?” Steve asks, “you’ve never gone on a different one?”

“We tried asking the director last year” Robin replies, kicking her feet in the water, “but he said it’s better to stay on the trail we counselors know best, just in case something happens. And guess what? Nothing ever happens”.

Your mind flashes back to the image of the dark roots and the hole in the ground. You figure that, since you completely forgot to mention it to Mr. Smithson, you could maybe tell Robin and Steve and see if they believe it’s something worth sharing.

“Well, I actually noticed something yesterday” you begin, Steve's and Robin’s eyes now on you. “Eddie and I were walking back when I tripped on a root. I checked it out and it led us to a sort of… hole? In the ground? It wasn’t properly a cave, but it was big enough to fit a small kid. And there were black, slimy vines coming out of it - I’ve never seen anything like that, and I’ve passed by that spot enough times, for sure”.

Robin hums as she ponders on your words, while Steve’s expression grows more curious and his face gets almost imperceptibly paler.

“Black vines?” He asks you, his voice slightly trembling, “with slime on them?”

“Something like that, yes” you reply, wondering if he knows more about it. “Why, have you seen them too?”

Steve shakes his head, his gaze lingering in the bright blue sky. “Mmmh, nope, didn’t notice” he replies, grazing the surface of the water with the palm of his hands, “Was that the spot before the path running downhill to the lake?”

“Yeah, exactly”, you confirm with a sure nod.

Water drops run down Steve’s forehead as he passes a hand through his hair. “Weird” he says, “I was there last night and I didn’t see anything. Maybe it was too dark-“

“What the hell were you doing in the woods in the middle of the night?” Robin interrupts him, splashing him in the face.

Steve turns to her, color coming back to his cheeks. “I was taking a walk” he replies, almost too casually.

“Alone?” Robin echoes him, eyes narrowed with curiosity.

“Uh, no, actually” Steve coughs, “I was with Tammy Thompson”.

Robin’s eyes widen visibly as she turns towards you. “See? I told you” she almost yells, punching the water to underline her annoyance.

“What?” Steve exclaims, dropping his hands in frustration.

“Oh, nothing, Steve” Robin replies, a full-on fake smile plastered on her face, “But you can call me Cassandra from now on”.

“Who’s Cassandra?” Steve asks you with a confused look, “Do I know her?”

You’re refraining from exploding into a heartfelt laugh at their exchange, but you manage to stay serious even when Robin mutters out a stressed “Jesus”.

“Sorry to break it to you, Steve” you tell him, patting his shoulder, “but she’s a mythological lady. You can’t date her”.

“But you still have Tammy Thompson, if you need to spend the night with someone” Robin chips in, “if you haven’t already - spent the night with her, I mean”.

Steve scoffs, splashing some water in her direction. “I’m not like that” he talks back, “I’m a gentleman. I would never impose myself on someone I barely know. We just talked, walked around a bit-“

“Exchanged some saliva” Robin interjects under her breath, a smirk appearing on her lips at Steve’s frustration. Her growing amusement is a clear sign that she’s already gotten over the initial blow.

“…and that’s it” Steve remarks, “I walked her to her cabin and I went back to mine. Because I’m a responsible guy, and I didn’t want to be late”.

“That’s a good boy” Robin jokes, pushing him slightly, but making him smile a little. “So your secret for staying this handsome is getting lots of beauty sleep, uh?”

“I wish” Steve replies with a sigh. “I actually slept like shit because I had to endure Munson’s flashlight all night. When I came back he was scribbling something into a notebook and he might as well have fallen asleep at dawn, because I had to drag him out of bed or he’d have missed breakfast”.

At the mention of Eddie, your attention peaks.

“Did you see what he was writing?” You ask Steve, tiny waves of water rippling around you as you swim towards the pier - the sun is starting to lower on the horizon and the water is now cold, rather than refreshing.

“Honestly, I didn’t even try” Steve replies, following you and athletically lifting himself up on the wooden platform. “It’s not like it’s any of my business, you know? And maybe he wasn’t even writing, he could have been doodling or whatever”.

“Maybe he keeps a diary” Robin suggests, grabbing your hand as you help her up.

“Could be” Steve observes, “even if I don’t see what could possibly be so interesting that he has to write about it all night”.

“Maybe it was music” you suggest, throwing your towel around your shivering shoulders. “He’s in a band, you know”.

Steve and Robin both look at you, eyebrows up in surprise.

“And how would you know that?” Robin asks.

You shrug casually. “We talked a bit” you reply as you start walking back towards the cabins. The others follow quickly after you.

“Talked like Steve talked to Tammy?” Robin elbows you, her question followed by an annoyed scoff from Steve.

“Ew, Robin" you instinctively reply, “of course not”.

Robin puts her hands up in defense. “Okay, sorry for suggesting that you may like someone - you know it’s not a crime, right?” She observes, throwing one arm around your shoulders, “I mean, it’s not like I trust your taste in guys that much, but you’re the one who always tries to convince me that he’s such a good guy-"

You throw her a burning glare that makes the words die in her mouth, but you can’t stop the knowing smirk that has just formed on her lips.

“You could ask him tonight” Steve suggests once you reach his cabin. You throw a quick glance in its direction and realize that it’s empty - and you don’t know if you feel relieved or disappointed.

“What do you mean?” You ask Steve as your mind goes back to his suggestion, your hands tightening the towel around your body as a light gust of wind makes its way through the trees.

Steve crosses his arms on his chest, tilting his head as he speaks again. “About what he was writing. You could ask him tonight at the bonfire”.

You still can’t follow, so you turn to Robin with an inquisitive look - but her shaking head reveals that she has no clue as well.

“Oh, yeah right, I haven’t told you” Steve adds once he’s met by your confused eyes. “Jeff told me they’re planning to have a bonfire night” he explains, “it was that other guy’s idea - Gareth, I think he’s called. Munson will be there too, and when they came to our cabin to plan it, Jeff invited me. He said that I could bring you two as well and that there will be booze, so I figured why not”.

“How come you’ve just got here and you’re already making more social connections than us?” Robin asks him, “Thanks for the invite, though. I’m bringing marshmallows” she adds as she begins walking away, brushing past Steve with a shake of her head.

You move to follow her, but you don’t leave before sticking a finger at Steve. “I’m coming, but I’m not asking him anything” you specify, eager to make it clear that you have no interest in meddling with Eddie’s business - and, privacy, for all that you know.

Steve puts his hands up, not a care in the world. “As you wish, y/n”.

— 🏕 —

The lively and vibrant mood of Camp Lovers Lake doesn’t disappear during the night - instead, it transforms into a different kind of atmosphere.

As you and Robin sneak out of your cabin, flashlights still turned off in your hands, you can’t help but smile at your surroundings, apparently calm and peaceful as a dreamless night, but secretly awake with young life. Everyone is supposed to be asleep, but here and there little flashes of light glitter in the dark, peaking from half-drawn curtains and ajar wooden doors. Every now and then, a faint giggle echoes through the trees, followed by the rustling of leaves as pairs of tennis shoes tiptoe on the shadowy edge of the two paths running through the cabins.

You perfectly know that campers are sneaking around and meeting in each other’s cabin, some of them occasionally wandering in the closer areas of the grove around camp. But you haven’t always been a counselor, of course: you remember your own camper days so well that, with an unspoken understanding with the rest of the team, you let them be - knowing that they are perfectly aware of the consequences of getting caught or lost (and surely no camper wants to be either) while you’re ready to step in if necessary. After all, you’re sneaking around as well - but this time with a six-pack under your arm, which you very innocently smuggled among your clothes when you were packing, thankfully without your mother noticing.

Robin’s elbow gently nudges your side and brings your attention to the now completely dark Headquarters, standing wide and wooden at the end of the empty trail in front of you. You two have been crouching behind a tree for some time, waiting for the official lights-out that has just occurred - followed like clockwork by the chirpy chattering of the director and the rest of the staff, who are now closing the main door of the building before heading towards their own separate rooms at the back of camp. Apparently, they’ve been hanging after hours as well - probably sipping on that badly hidden Scotch you’ve spotted behind the oil cans in the kitchen.

“You’ve wanted to wait here and now I’m all cranky” Robin whispers under her breath, “at least pay attention - they’re gone”.

“Tell me how we were supposed to spot the lights going off from our room” you remark as you straighten up, peaking behind the tree to check if the road is clear.

Robin attempts to speak, but ends up opting for a grunt as you gently grab her wrist and make her follow you into the dark. You walk silently towards the Headquarters, turning right towards the bathrooms when you reach the end of the path.

Next to the separate wooden structure that hides the camp showers, three intermittent flashes of light announce Steve’s presence. Being the gentleman that he is, he suggested Jeff and the others go ahead and start setting up the fire while he waited for you - a very gallant gesture that also allowed him to take a few extra minutes to complete his hair routine.

As soon as you and Robin spot him, you close the distance between you and him with a few more steps, until you’re all grouped up at the edge of the woods.

“Ten sharp - perfect timing” Steve announces, his eyes briefly glancing at his wristwatch as he spins the flashlight in his other hand. “Ready to go?”

“Yup. We’ll lead the way” Robin enthusiastically replies, quickly throwing and catching in the air a bag of marshmallows before opening it and picking one to nibble at while you walk.

“Jeff told me the spot is on the shore - are we going in the right direction?” Steve hesitates as he realizes that you’re moving towards the trees and bushes across from the Headquarters.

“Dear Steve” Robin addresses him, her grin shining in the night as she turns her head around to face him, “do I really need to remind you that it’s not the first time we’re heading to a secret bonfire, so we’re going to take the shortcut counselors have been using for years to reach the only spot near the lake that is not visible from camp so that no one notices that we’re setting up an illegal fire?”

You let out a small chuckle as you catch Steve’s surrendering look in the flashlight gleam, wondering what he would say if he knew that yes, you and Robin have taken that path before, but just to find some privacy and silence to read or chat without anyone interrupting - and that this was, actually, your first time at a secret bonfire, too.

Not that you and Robin didn’t have friends at camp. You knew basically everyone and often participated in counselor-only events like horror movie nights or board game tournaments in the meeting room. But you’d never formed a closer group of friends, an inner circle to share other kinds of experiences with - like adventures that weren’t exactly allowed or performed in the daylight, such as late-night swimming or, indeed, lakeside bonfires.

It was mostly because you and Robin got along so well and had known each for such a long time that you enjoyed your company more than anyone else’s, cracking inner jokes or laughing at shared memories. But it was also hard to get closer to others (campers first and counselors later) when every friendship circle was, by now, clearly defined. It was a bit like school, to be honest.

That’s why you've brought the six-pack with you this year: together with Robin, you've made the decision to expand your duo a little, and alcohol seemed like the perfect excuse to do so. Sure, hanging out with Steve Harrington this much wasn’t exactly what you expected - even if he was inexplicably close to your brother Dustin, you’d never shared more than a few words and greetings with him and he’d always looked a bit too much on the popular side for you. But, since he seems to be a well-fitting addition to your small group, you guess that he can count as a new friend. He is, after all, a nice dude.

While you reflect on this, you keep walking in the dark, making your way through the vegetation that has been running uphill for the last few minutes.

“Got it” Robin exclaims after a while, grabbing a tree branch for support as she lowers herself to climb down a small crag on the side of the path, back towards the lake.

Through the now sparse woods, you catch a glimpse of bright red light and you overhear laughter and chatter. You’ve finally reached the bonfire spot and, as you reach out to grab the same tree branch Robin has just used, your heart skips a little beat - which, for now, you blame on the excitement of doing something new and forbidden.

“Need help there?” Steve proposes, holding out his hand for you to take, but you’re already down with Robin. “Okay, then” Steve shrugs, shaking his head at the rejection as he climbs down and catches up with you.

You scramble through the last few bushes and finally get back into the open air. This side of the lake looks like a little cove: the shore curves softly towards the hill at your back, creating a short but thick strip of sand and pebbles that’s blocked at its sides by big rocks scattered with wild plants.

You can’t see the few permanent lights of camp from here, which means two things essentially: first, your group and the fire that’s blazing in the middle of the cove can’t be seen, either; second, as your gaze lifts up to the pitch black sky, a myriad of glittering stars invade your eyes, making your head spin with their beauty and multitude as you walk towards the trio waiting for you around the bonfire.

“Hey guys! You made it!” the boy that must be Jeff exclaims, welcoming you as soon as he spots you. When he speaks, two other figures turn away from the fire and in your direction, revealing Gareth and Eddie with a beer in their hands.

You timidly wave at them and your heart unexpectedly skips a beat once again. Gareth waves back with a warm and kind smile, a slight contrast to his very metal and not-so-summer-camp look: a black and red checkered shirt with ripped sleeves, layered over a Black Sabbath t-shirt. You’ve never seen him without the camp uniform, so it takes you aback a little bit - but not as much as seeing Eddie does.

He’s standing tall against the red light of the fire, a black and worn-out leather jacket draped on his broad shoulders, shielding him from the cool breeze that’s rustling his long curls. Underneath the jacket, you catch a glimpse of a t-shirt with a devilish logo on it, the thin cotton clinging to his abdomen and tucked into his jeans. A denim vest adorned with multiple pins and patches completes the look, somehow making him look even taller and broader.

He looks like the ultimate version of himself, one that makes him feel more confident and in his element, and it’s showing - in his stance, in the way his head slightly tilts while taking a sip of his beer, in the way his fingers drum on the glass of the bottle, which tinkles against the steel of his rings. For the first time since you’ve known him a few days ago, you clearly realize how good he looks. Especially when he throws you one of his upside-down grins to return your wave.

“Yeah man, thanks for the invite” Steve replies to Jeff’s greeting, snapping you back into the moment as he high-fives and fist-bumps him like they’ve known each other for years.

Both Eddie and Robin look at the exchange with eyebrows raised and a surprised look, before glancing at each other inquisitively.

Steve mouths a curious “what?” in their direction as you all step closer to the fire, taking a seat on random rocks and battered trunks that the guys have placed around the flames.

Your six-pack is placed near the water, so that the slow, cold waves refresh the cans with their constant flow; three more beers from another pack are handed to you by Gareth and Robin’s marshmallows get stuck on thin branches that Jeff collected from the woods, ready to burn and sizzle on the fire.

You’re sitting on a tree trunk next to Steve and, after a while, you end up discussing animatedly with him and Gareth about the best movie of the year - a match that has come down to Steve’s choice, Back To The Future, and yours and Gareth’s pick, the upcoming The Goonies.

“How can you vote for a movie that you haven’t even seen yet?” Steve’s exclaiming, but you distractedly miss Gareth’s heated remark as you throw a casual glance at Eddie.

He’s sitting on a flat rock to your left, so you can only see his side profile. The flames of the bonfire cast flashes of red and orange on his face, in a dancing game of shadows and light that enhances his features. He’s talking with Jeff and Robin about music and guitar brands, his hands fiddling with a pack of cigarettes. Your eyes follow his fingers and the glittering reflection of the fire on his multiple rings as he extracts one and places it between his lips. His eyebrows shoot up as he laughs at something Robin says, lips jerking up in a smirk that shows the brown tip of the cigarette between his white teeth.

You unconsciously match his smirk with a small smile of your own as he bows his head a little to light the cigarette, the tiny flame flickering for a few seconds in his deep brown eyes. As he lifts his head back up, wavy hair bouncing at the side of his face, their chocolate irises turn to meet yours for a brief instant - making you blush in the dark as you snap back to Steve and Gareth’s conversation.

“If you put it like this” Gareth is saying, “then I’ll go for Cat’s Eye”.

Steve firmly shakes his head as he takes a bite of his burnt marshmallow, chasing it with a sip of beer. “Never heard of that one” he states as he gulps the mix.

“Are you crazy?” Gavin sighs, “Three Stephen King stories and Drew Barrymore? That’s the recipe for the perfect horror movie”.

Steve shrugs. “Not a big fan of horror, to be honest” he replies. “Not my genre. It’s not even that scary most of the time”.

“I bet you couldn’t go through a full horror movie, though” you joke, nudging Steve's side and causing him to look down at you with a defiant look.

“Try me” he simply states, causing you to roll your eyes with a scoff.

“It’s not like we have a VHS player and a tv at hand right now” you reply, sipping on the last of your beer.

Gareth chips in with a mischievous smile, nodding towards Steve. “I think I might have just the right alternative. Hey, Eddie” he exclaims, causing his friend, Jeff and Robin to turn towards you. “Why don’t you tell Harrington about Creel House?”.

An owl hoots in the background as Eddie stares at Gareth with a questioning look, a puff of smoke escaping his mouth. “Like, right now? Why?”

“Y/n here said Harrington wouldn’t last through a horror movie” Gareth explains, throwing you a complicit wink, “so let’s give him a chance to prove her wrong. If there’s something as scary as a horror film, that’s our very own, real-life haunted house”.

“There’s a haunted house in Hawkins?” Robin curiously wonders as she stuffs her mouth with a couple more marshmallows.

Jeff looks at her in surprise. “You’ve really never heard of it?” He asks, his eyes darting between her, Steve and you just to be met by hesitant denial from every direction.

“Alright then, ladies and gentlemen” Eddie sighs, putting out the half-smoked cigarette, “let me present to you a story of satanic worship, ritual sacrifice… and murder. Told to you as my own uncle Wayne told it to me” he theatrically declares, placing his now empty bottle of beer on the ground as everyone huddles closer to the fire - and to each other. Which means that now you can feel the thick denim of Eddie’s jeans brush lightly against your skin, as his knee grazes your leg for a second.

“Imagine Hawkins back in 1959” Eddie begins, his voice lowering and almost becoming one with the crackling of the fire, the chirping of the crickets in the woods behind you and the soft sound of the water washing up on the shore of the lake. “Everything all tidy and clean, front yards perfectly well kept, people always dressed up with their best clothes. A very nice place, quiet and neat - and very beautiful new houses popping up at every corner and at the end of every cul-de-sac. A small town paradise, you could say”.

You listen attentively to his every word, the lilt in his voice and the ever-changing movements of his hands capturing you in the story.

“One day, a new family comes to the delightful, safe haven of Hawkins - Mr. Victor Creel, with his wife Virginia and his little kids Henry and Alice. They’ve just bought a beautiful house, and it’s huuuge. There are rooms everywhere, and they settle in nicely. But-“ Eddie continues, his index finger shooting up as he speaks, “something is not quite right. After a month or two, one dreadful night changes everything: possessed by a sudden, maddening rage, Victor Creel slashes his whole family - not even the kids make it out alive. When the police arrive, they find them in the entrance hall and oooh boy, that’s a dreadful scene: every bone in their body is broken and twisted, their faces frozen in a cry of horror… and their eyes are gone in a pool of blood”.

As he suddenly roars those last words, he lifts up his arms and covers each one of his eyes with one hand. Across from you, Robin gasps loudly, causing Jeff and Gareth to snicker under their breath. Next to you, Steve seems quite unfazed.

“The official version of the event that the police came up with is that he lost his mind, just like that” Eddie says with a snap of his fingers as he picks up the story again, his sing-song tone back to normal. “So that is why he’s locked up into Pennhurst, where they are still studying his case today. However, some suggest a different story - and one of them is Victor Creel himself”.

“That’s my favorite part” Gareth chips in, popping another bottle of beer open as Eddie resumes speaking, the flames of the bonfire glittering in his eyes.

“Mr. Creel claims that his family was killed by an evil, vengeful demon” Eddie reveals, nodding as Robin whispers a soft no way. “He says that he tried to call an exorcist, but it didn’t help. So, the demon got even angrier and killed his lovely kids and wife, sparing him as a form of punishment. So, what is the truth? Did he attempt to summon a spirit and it turned wrong? Did he make a pact with the devil and didn’t respect his terms? Was he just a crazy psychopath always one step away from murder? No one will ever know” Eddie concludes, his gaze going over the astonished audience with satisfaction.

“What’s even crazier, though” Gareth steps in, addressing a still unimpressed Steve, “is that the old house is still standing. And some people swear that sometimes, when you pass by it on the street after sunset, you can see flickering lights coming from its broken windows. Even if no one’s been living there for years”.

“Well, that’s strange” you observe, a shiver involuntary running down your spine - probably due more to Eddie’s storytelling skills than to the actual story.

Steve shrugs in response. “I’ve seen stranger things” he replies, his voice apparently calm - but you catch the way in which, at the mention of the flickering lights, he tightens his grasp on a piece of wood sticking out from the trunk where you’re sitting.

“Well done, Steve Harrington! You’ve passed the test” Robin jokes, throwing a piece of candy at Steve - which he manages to avoid with a swift movement of his head.

“Was that really necessary?” He questions her, pointing at the marshmallow on the ground as they start bickering under the amused looks of Jeff and Gareth.

A gentle nudge on your leg makes your head turn.

“Scared?” Eddie simply asks you, the light from his tilted smile reaching his eyes as they set on yours. His knee doesn’t move: it keeps leaning against your thigh, and even if it’s just a tiny contact spot you can still feel the heat of his body warming you up.

“It was creepy, I’ll give you that” you reply, the thought of him being so close to you weirdly stuck in the back of your mind. “But I think the scared one was actually Robin” you add, nodding towards her - who’s still arguing with Steve about the stickiness of marshmallows.

Eddie follows your gaze and lets out a soft chuckle at the sight of your friends, then quickly turns his attention back to you. This time, however, he’s staring at your exposed legs.

“Oh, but I see chills” he observes with a knowing smirk as he notices the tiny bumps on your skin. “That’s a pretty obvious sign, y’know?”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Munson” you jokingly retort, this time nudging him with your leg, “they’re from the cold”.

It could have sounded like a blatant excuse, but it’s gotten quite chilly since you first arrived at the bonfire spot - so, yes, now you’re shivering slightly and wishing you’d brought more than a cotton sweatshirt to camp. It also doesn’t help that the fire is significantly milder, its flames almost reduced to a cluster of burning embers.

After a while, indeed, everyone starts feeling the drop in the temperature too - and as soon as the first yawns start interrupting your conversations, you realize it’s probably time to head back.

So, once you’ve made sure that the bonfire is completely extinguished, with Gareth even throwing a handful of sand and some lake water on the burnt wood, you start heading back towards the trail that leads to camp.

If coming down from the downhill that led to the shore was relatively easy, climbing back up to get to the woods is definitely harder. Eddie and Gareth go first, grabbing random branches to get some leverage and push themselves up; Steve and Jeff, instead, stay behind to let watch yours and Robin’s back.

You take a few steps ahead, Eddie and Gareth looking down on you and reaching out with their hands. “I think I can make it” you say, closing your fist on a thick branch and sticking a foot in the steep ground in front of you. You manage to lift yourself up and almost make it to them - but as you’re about to put your other foot to the top, the branch suddenly snaps, making you gasp in shock.

You don’t fall back, though. A hand shoots out and grabs your wrist, swiftly pulling you up and making you crash into something soft - which, you soon realize, is Eddie’s chest.

“Got ya” he says, letting you free of his grasp once he’s made sure you’re steady on your feet. Caught in surprise, you instantly take a step back - but the feeling of the softness of his body beneath the cotton of his shirt is burned on the palm of your hands.

“Thanks” you mutter, stepping aside to let Robin come up and mentally scolding yourself for being, once again, way too clumsy. And, also, desperately wondering why you’re blushing so violently.

Thankfully, though, it’s too dark for anyone to notice; and as you all make your way back to your cabins, the night grows even more pitch black. Until, a few hours later, the first slivers of faint yellow light start lingering over the horizon.

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Eddie Munson x Pregnant!Henderson reader part 4

Warnings: Swearing, a bit of smut, tension within the family, moving out

Word count: 3684

A/n: I really hope that you guys like this part. I tried my best to make it the best quality, but I'm not sure if it's declined a bit since I'm back at college. Let me know what you guys think !

A/n: This also jumps around all over the place.. I'm so sorry, my brain is scrambled eggs.

I think I'll write little parts about whatever you guys want to see happen within the story.

What I have planned:

Hellfire meeting Mallory

Eddie Munson taking care of Mallory when Y/n isn't home

Dustin as an uncle

Wayne and Claudia as grandparents

If you guys want to read about something with this little trio, send me a DM and I'll have it written up!

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Y/n and Mallory were discharged from the hospital after two days. Eddie had been going back and forth from the trailer, to the hospital, to Y/n’s house, then back to the hospital in order to get things ready for the baby. Y/n and Eddie had talked about it a little bit before, but they never really got to a solid plan for the living situation. Claudia argued that the best place for Y/n and Mallory was with her at her house, but Wayne thought that it’d be easier if she and the baby lived in the trailer because then Eddie wouldn’t have to go back and forth between houses to see his baby.

“I just think that our home is better for the baby.” Claudia said to Wayne as they sat in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for Y/n and Eddie to gather all of their things from the room.

“I understand where you’re coming from.” Wayne nodded. “But at the trailer, both Eddie and Y/n can take care of Mal.”

“No offense to you, Wayne,” Claudia began. “But I do not want my granddaughter living in a trailer park.”

“You think the trailer park is dirty or something?” Wayne squinted his eyes. “Look, it’s not the best place, but I don’t want Mallory to grow up with her parents going back and forth.”

“Wayne,” Claudia sighed, shaking her head.

“And you don’t want Eddie living at your place, so I don’t see why it’s a big deal if the two just stayed at mine.” Wayne continued. “I’ll gladly take Y/n in.”

“It’s not about taking Eddie in, Wayne.” Claudia sternly said. “They’re not married. They shouldn’t be living together.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Wayne scoffed, placing his hands on his knees. “They just had a baby for Christ’s sake.”

“That does not give them permission to behave like a married couple.” Claudia said, exasperated.

“Claudia,” Wayne leaned forward slightly. “They have a baby together. It doesn’t matter if they’re married or not, that baby needs to be taken care of!”

“And she will be.” Claudia nodded. “At my house.”

Claudia and Wayne never told Y/n about this little spat that they had. However, Eddie knew all about it via Wayne complaining about it. No, Wayne didn’t hate Claudia… Wayne didn’t really hate anyone. He was just annoyed that he wasn't able to see his "granddaughter" as much as Claudia was allowed to. He was also annoyed with the fact that Eddie would have to constantly go back and forth everyday just to see his daughter.

"Do we have everything?" Eddie asked Y/n, who sat in a wheelchair cradling Mallory in her arms.

“Looks like it.” She nodded. “We didn’t really bring much stuff.”

“That’s true.” He agreed, still glancing around the room for any objects of theirs that they may have left behind. “Well, then I’m ready if you two are.”

“We’re ready.” Y/n smiled, accepting the kiss that Eddie pressed to her lips. He stood up and grabbed the handles of Y/n’s wheelchair, pushing her out of the room. They wheeled down the maternity ward hall, waving at the nurses and doctors as they bid them goodbye. Y/n smiled down at Mallory’s sleeping face. Even though she was only two days old, she had a full head of hair. The day before, Wayne had told Y/n that Eddie also had a full head of hair when he was first born as well. He promised her that he’d pull out Eddie’s baby books to show her just how much hair Eddie had when he was born. Mallory was absolutely perfect. Sure, every new parent thinks that their baby is perfect, but everyone that saw Mallory instantly fell in love with the small brown-eyed, curly-haired girl. Although Y/n couldn’t stop looking at Mallory, she was absolutely exhausted and couldn’t wait to be home and shower.

“Wayne!” Eddie smiled upon seeing his uncle in the waiting room. Both Claudia and Wayne stood up and smiled at the new parents.

“Hey, Eddie.” Wayne smiled, giving him a hug. “Ready to go home?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I told Mal all about the trailer.”

“Oh, everything’s already set up at our home.” Claudia said, making Eddie nod.

“Really?” He asked in surprise. “Thanks, Mrs. Henderson!”

“We’re just here to see if you need any help with your things.” Claudia smiled.

“We’re all good here.” Y/n told her mother. “We just need a ride.”

“I brought my car.” Wayne said. “The car seat is already set up.”

“Perfect.” Y/n sighed. “Thank you, Wayne.”

The car ride to Y/n’s house was pretty much silent. Y/n had sat in the middle of the back seat in between Mallory’s car seat and Eddie. But the second Mallory was asleep, Y/n fell asleep as well, her head leaning on Eddie’s shoulder.

“You three make a beautiful family.” Wayne complimented, looking in the rearview mirror.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Eddie smiled, his arm wrapped around Y/n, hand resting on Mal’s car seat. “I was also thinking about getting a job. A real one.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded. “I don’t want to burden you guys with a screaming baby at night. And I think it’d be easier if we were all under the same roof.”

“I think so too.” Wayne agreed. “Listen, if you need help, I’ll always be there. Hell, I will get you two an apartment if it means Mallory will be well taken care of.”

“You mean that?” Eddie asked, eyebrows scrunching.

“Of course.” Wayne said sincerely. “I don’t want you two living from paycheck to paycheck.”

“I’d actually really appreciate that, Wayne.” Eddie answered. “We all would.”

“Consider it done, then.” Wayne smiled. “I know a good place for you three.”

“Okay, Mally girl,” Y/n cooed, placing the baby on a towel that had been laid out on her bed. “I’m gonna change you now.”

“Can I do it?” She heard Eddie say from the doorway of her room. Y/n smiled and nodded.

“Sure.” She moved over to allow Eddie to stand in front of his daughter. “It’s number two, though.”

“I don’t care.” He shrugged, rolling up his sleeves. “I’m a dad now, gotta get used to getting down and dirty.”

“Well, then,” Y/n smirked, patting him on the back as she passed by. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“How bad can it even be?” Eddie asked his daughter, who stared up at him.

“Y/n!” Eddie shouted from the bedroom. “Oh, god, Y/n, she’s peeing everywhere!”

“You gotta do it fast, Eds.” Y/n stood by the doorway, watching as Eddie scrambled to find a clean diaper. “The air is cold to her.”

“Oh god, oh god,” Eddie grabbed a fresh diaper and quickly wiped away at Mallory’s bottom. “Okay, okay, I think I got it.”

“Don’t forget to stick the tabs on the sides.” Y/n pointed out, an amused smile on her face. Eddie did as he was told and fastened the tabs on the side of the diaper. He clapped his hands and pointed at Mallory.

“Did I do it?” He asked hopefully. Y/n walked over to the bed and looked at the baby.

“Actually, yeah.” She nodded, impressed. “You did pretty good.”

“Crushing it.” He sang, making Y/n giggle.

“C’mon, let’s put her to bed.” She said. He nodded, gently scooping Mallory up and walking her to her crib at the end of Y/n’s bed. The two young parents stood watching their newborn daughter sleep. Eddie wrapped his arms around Y/n’s waist from behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I love you.” He whispered in her ear, making her smile.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

It was about four in the morning when Mallory woke up crying again. Y/n groaned and sat up in bed, cradling her slowly-shrinking stomach. She sat on the bed for a few more seconds, trying to get up without hurting herself. She hadn’t gone to bed until two in the morning because she was afraid that Mallory wouldn’t be okay. Eddie sat with her the whole time, but was soon told by Claudia that he should’ve been home already.

“Babe,” Eddie, wrapped his arm around Y/n’s shoulder as she sat on her bed, watching her daughter sleep in her cradle. “You need to go to bed.”

“I can’t.” She shook her head. “What if she needs me and I don’t hear her?”

“You need sleep, Y/n.” He said. “You have people here that can help you if you don’t hear her.”

“But what if she stops breathing?” Y/n said, voice shaky. “If she stops breathing, then I won’t hear her if I’m asleep.”

“There is a very low chance of that happening, babe.” Eddie rubbed her back. “She’s the healthiest baby, the doctor even said so.”

“I know, but-”

“Y/n,” Claudia poked her head into the room to see her daughter being comforted by Eddie. “It’s time for Eddie to go home.”

“What?” Y/n panicked. “You mean he’s not staying?”

“I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” Eddie assured her. “Six AM sharp.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise, sweetheart.” Eddie leaned his head down a bit and gave her a few kisses. “I would never leave you and Mal forever, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Y/n nodded. Eddie stood from the bed, walking out of the room. As he passed through the threshold of her bedroom, her turned around and pointed at Y/n.

“Go to sleep!”

“Yes, dad.” Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. Eddie shook his head, laughing. Claudia walked Eddie to the front door and bid him goodbye. As Eddie stepped outside, he turned to Claudia.

“Hey, can you keep an eye on Y/n?” Eddie whispered to Claudia. “I’m afraid she won’t try to sleep tonight.”

“What? Why?” Claudia’s eyes widened in worry. She glanced behind her and stepped outside, shutting the front door behind her. “Is something wrong?”

“She’s afraid that something will happen to Mallory.” Eddie frowned. “That she’ll stop breathing and she won’t be able to help her.”

“Oh, my poor girl.” Claudia sighed, sadness filling her eyes.

“Just, you know,” Eddie sighed, trying to find the right words. “Make sure she’s okay at night, when I’m not here. Both of them.”

“Of course, Eddie.” Claudia nodded. “Thank you for being a good man to my daughter.”

“I know, Mal.” Y/n said, slowly rising from the bed, walking towards Mallory’s crib once she got up from the bed. “Mama’s here, honey.” She reached down and scooped up her daughter. Y/n shuffled to the kitchen, cradling Mallory to her chest. Y/n laid Mallory down in her carrier that she had set on top of the dining room table, keeping her in Y/n’s line of sight as she made her a bottle. Mallory had stopped crying once Y/n gave her a pacifier for the time being, so Mallory didn’t wake the whole house.

“Okay, my baby,” Y/n cooed, shaking the freshly made bottle. “Mama’s got your food.” Y/n moved her carrier and sat her on the chair next to her to feed her baby. She gently pulled the pacifier out of Mallory’s mouth and replaced it with the nipple of the bottle. Y/n sat at the table, her daughter eagerly nursing the warm milk from the bottle.

“Y/n?” A voice whispered. Y/n looked up from her daughter and saw Dustin tiptoeing to sit across from her.

“Hey, Dusty.” She greeted. “What are you doing up?”

“I uh, heard Mal cry.” Dustin admitted, making Y/n blush.

“I’m sorry.” She apologized. “She got hungry.”

“It’s okay.” Dustin said. “I just wanted to see if everything was okay.”

“Yeah, she’s fine.”

“Are you?” He asked, making Y/n frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Mallory isn’t the only one I’ve heard crying.” Dustin admitted, making Y/n sigh.

“I’m still pretty emotional, Dustin.”

“Sure,” He nodded. “But you’ve never cried like that before.”

“Dustin, I’m fine.” Y/n squinted her eyes at him. “I’m alright, don’t worry.”

“You have a lot of people to help you, Y/n.” Dustin said, making Y/n sigh.

“I know.” She smiled at her little brother. “Thank you.” Y/n looked back at Mallory and saw that she was done with her bottle. She set the empty bottle on the table and took Mallory into her arms and began to gently pat her back.

“Can I try?” Dustin asked timidly. Y/n looked at him and smiled.

“Yeah, sure.” She nodded. Dustin stood up and walked to the chair that had Mallory’s carrier on it. He moved the carrier to the floor and took a seat. Y/n showed Dustin how to hold Mallory and told him to pat her back until she burps.

“Just let me get a rag in case she spits up.” Y/n said, walking to the kitchen and grabbing a hand towel. She draped the towel over Dustin’s shoulder and chest and sat back down in her seat. She rested her head in her hand and watched with a fond smile as her brother burped his niece. The adorable moment soon ended when there was a loud click and a flash. Y/n and Dustin looked at the source to see Claudia standing there with the camera pointed at them.

“You three were just so cute.” Claudia gushed. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Gosh, ma.” Y/n giggled.

Over the next few weeks, Y/n and Eddie had fallen into a routine with Mallory. Eddie would come over at six in the morning and bring Y/n and Mallory over to the trailer, where they would stay until ten at night. Eddie would drop Mallory and Y/n back off at the Henderson residence and leave until the next morning. To say that this living arrangement was annoying for both Y/n and Eddie would be an understatement. Y/n hated that Eddie only got to see Mallory for nearly half a day. She expressed her feelings to Eddie, who wholeheartedly agreed with her, which made her feel better. That’s when Eddie told Y/n about the apartment that Wayne was going to help them out with. Y/n was hesitant at first, since she didn’t want Wayne to “throw away” his money for them. But Wayne insisted. But now comes the hard part… telling Claudia.

“What do you mean an apartment?” Claudia asked, sitting at the dining room table. Claudia had made dinner for everyone and told Y/n that she could invite Eddie, since he was now technically family. That’s when they decided to bring up the apartment.

“I’m not sure how else you want me to explain it, ma.” Y/n laughed uncomfortably.

“How many bedrooms are there?” She asked. Y/n looked at Eddie, gesturing for him to answer.

“Two.” He said, tapping his rings against the table lightly.

“Two?” Claudia repeated, eyes squinting.

“Yep.” Eddie nodded.

“So Mallory would be sharing a room with one of you?” She asked, looking back and forth between Y/n and Eddie, who shifted nervously.

“Actually,” He cleared his throat. “Mal would be getting her own room.”

“Then where would Y/n be?”

“Ma,” Y/n groaned. “Don’t play dumb. Eddie and I would be sharing a room.”

“Y/n,” Claudia sighed in frustration. “You two aren’t married yet. There is no reason to be sharing a bedroom.”

“Yeah, well, he kinda already knocked me up.” Y/n shrugged. “There’s no point in trying to keep things traditional.”

“Y/n!” Claudia gasped. “Don’t use that type of language.”

“Well, you’re kinda pissing me off, ma.” Y/n scoffed, tossing her fork onto her plate.

“Y/n, sweetheart,” Eddie placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay, Eddie.” Y/n shook her head. “I’m so tired of it. I know that I'm practically still a child, but I have one. One that I need to properly care for and I can't do that here!"

“You don’t think I care for you enough?” Claudia asked, sadly, making Y/n sigh.

“That’s not what I meant.” She shook her head. “I just think that the situation we’re in isn’t a proper way to raise a newborn.”

“What situation?” Claudia asked, glancing around at Eddie and Dustin. “You do fine here.”

“Mallory needs Eddie. I need Eddie.” Y/n looked at Eddie and grabbed his awaiting hand. “So, we’re going to be living at the apartment together, ma.” Claudia shook her head and sighed.

“If that’s what you truly think is best for Mallory, then okay.” Claudia set her eating utensils down on her plate and got up from the table. “Excuse me.” She grabbed her plate and walked out of the room, leaving Y/n, Eddie, and Dustin sitting around the table.

“She hates me now.” Y/n gave a watery laugh as she folded her clothes and put them into a suitcase.

“She doesn’t hate you, babe.” Eddie said, holding Mallory in his arms as he fed her a bottle. “She just… doesn’t want to lose you.”

“She’s not losing me, though.” Y/n shook her head in frustration. “It’s not like I’m moving to Venus or something.”

“Well,” Eddie shrugged. “What if it was Mal?” Y/n stopped in her tracks. She tossed her half-folded shirt down on the bed and looked at Eddie.

“Excuse me?”

“If Mal was in our situation,” Eddie explained. “How would you react?” Y/n scoffed and shook her head.

“Mal won’t ever be in our situation, Eddie.” She said, picking her shirt back up. “I’ll make sure of it.” There was a pause of silence, one that made both parents uncomfortable, more so Eddie since Y/n was busy with packing up.

“Do you hate what’s going on?” He asked, quietly. “Do you… regret-”

“I don’t regret anything, Eddie.” Y/n was quick to say. “I just… wish things were easier.”

“Well, Wayne always tells me that whatever bothers you now won’t matter in ten years.” Y/n smiled at that.

“You’re very gentle, Eds.” She smiled softly at him. “I’m grateful for you and Wayne, really.”

“Just us?” Eddie asked, shifting Mallory so that he could burp her.

“I’m grateful for everyone that has helped us.” Y/n elaborated. “Now leave me alone, I’m packing!” She smirked playfully at him, making him roll his eyes with a fond smile on his face.

It took two days for Y/n to get all of her things packed up and moved into the apartment. Y/n thought that the apartment was pretty nice for something that Wayne described as a “starter” home. The kitchen, bathroom, and Eddie and Y/n’s room is pretty small, but they weren't complaining. They at least had a home that they could raise their daughter in for the time being. Y/n and Eddie had given the bigger bedroom to Mallory, since it seemed like she had more things than the two of them, especially furniture wise. The first night in the apartment was a little bit harder than it was at Y/n’s moms, as it seemed that Mallory knew she was in a different place than what she’s used to. But Y/n was grateful that Eddie was there now to wake up and care for their daughter in the night, rather than it just being Y/n caring for her at night.

“Wow,” Eddie sighed, climbing into the bed. “Our first night in our very own apartment.”

“I know.” Y/n smiled, laying her book on her lap. “It’s exciting!”

“Very.” He nodded, scooting closer to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Y/n giggled and smiled, resuming her book. Eddie read each page from over her shoulder for about two minutes before he was brushing away her hair that covered her neck. He placed a few kisses to her neck, making her giggle.

“Eddie, stop,” She laughed. “I’m trying to read.”

“Read later.” He mumbled, still kissing her neck. “Let me love on you.”

“Eddie-” She sighed, tilting her head to the side to give him more access to her neck. He blindly reached over and took the book out of her hand, tossing it on the floor. Y/n leaned back against the wall and allowed Eddie to move over more. He kissed up Y/n’s neck and finally made it to her lips. Y/n sighed in bliss and cradled Eddie’s face in her hands.

“I missed having you like this.” Eddie whispered when he pulled away for a short moment.

“Me too.” Y/n moaned when Eddie’s hand massaged one of her breasts. “God, please, Eddie,”

“Please what, mama?” He groaned in her ear.

“Use your mouth on me, please.” She whined, pushing her chest closer to Eddie, eyes clouded with bliss.

“Yes, ma’am.” Eddie smiled, pulling her shirt off and latching his lips to one of her nipples, his hand playing with the other one. Y/n moaned and whimpered as Eddie sucked on her. Her fingers threaded themselves into Eddie’s hair, holding him closer to her chest.

“Oh god,” Y/n groaned. “That feels so good.” Eddie pulled away from her chest and leaned back to admire her.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” Eddie gulped, eyes roaming over her topless figure. “You wanna do it tonight?”

“Yeah.” She nodded with a smile. Eddie cheered and quickly took off his shirt, going back in to kiss Y/n, when a cry was heard from the other room. Eddie sighed and rested his forehead on Y/n’s.

“You think Wayne will babysit?” Eddie asked, making Y/n laugh. She shook her head and gently pushed him away from her. She grabbed her shirt and put it back on. Standing from the bed, she held out her hand for Eddie to take.

“C’mon, Munson,” She smirked. “Time to go be parents.”

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Stars Will Fall

Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader

This will be multiple parts :D

Summary: Y/n Henderson has lived a pretty ordinary life considering what she has been involved in. She has an edgy but loving boyfriend and caring friends she wouldn't trade for anything. When a new problem erupts, Y/n is more involved than she would have hoped.

Mentions : mentions of abuse & daddy issues,

Word Count : 2,130

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Everyone loved Y/n Henderson. She was one of those girls where if you hated her, you were practically a monster because she could do nothing wrong. Whether it was her cheerful, upbeat attitude that drew everyone to her or her preppy cheerleader status, everyone saw her as something they wanted to be.

Y/n Henderson had her future planned out. She was one of the few to try to leave Hawkins and be accepted into a school outside. Unlike Carol, the old captain, she wasn't a total bitch which made the cheer team even more popular with everyone loving Team Captain Henderson.

And her looks drew people in. She was always mentioned in those smash or pass games. Girls would even ask her about makeup advice. She didn't bother to hide her routine. A little bit of concealer in places. Add in some blush, and put that color on your lip. Next, curl your lashes and add a bit of mascara but not enough to it clumpy. Then to finish it off, add on some shimmery pink lip gloss. And always, always remember to wear a little bit of pink because pink is a beautiful color.

There was one thing that confused everyone, which was her boyfriend, Eddie the Freak Munson. No one understood how he managed to get with her. Considering that he was at the bottom of the pyramid and she was on the very tip of it. Students were convinced he conducted a ritualistic sacrifice to get his 'dream girl'

Although Y/n had many potential love interests, there was one thing Eddie was able to do that none of the others could. He could make her laugh. Not a light giggle or anything but a full-blown laugh. One where she's clutching onto her stomach and desperately gasping for air until she can only silently laugh because it's too much.

To Y/n, Eddie was the perfect guy to her. Seeing as no one really tried to learn about her and instead based everything on what they heard, she never felt known. Eddie made that feeling fade away.

The day she met Eddie was a day she would never forget. It was the day after a giant football game. The cheer team had finished their routine, resulting in the crowd bursting out in loud roars. A successful day like usual. The football team along with the cheer team wanted to go out for dinner. And although they pushed the teen to go along, she politely refused.

Y/n didn't live too far away, maybe 30 minutes by walking. As usual, she put on her headphones and happily hummed along to her favorite song at the moment, Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne. Something about it pumped her and made her feel like doing something deviant or dangerous.

The day her little brother walked into her listening to it while she was in a ruffling light pink nightgown along with fluffy pink slippers, his mind was slightly blown. Dustin stayed up the rest of the night trying to understand how his sister could dress so girly while still liking metal...

Unbeknownst to the teen, a particular male's ears perked up as the girl he least expected to be listening to that type of music strolled by. He couldn't help but feel his heart flutter as she softly sang along with a smile. Without a thought, Eddie raced up to her and tapped her shoulder.

Y/n turned around and flashed a toothy smile before pulling her headphones off, "oh hey! Is something wrong, Eddie?" She gave a confused little grin, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

He shook his head and cleared his throat somewhat embarrassed, clueless about what he should say. "you know my name?" He squeaked out while sheepishly scratching the back of his kneck and leaning back.

The female hummed, "Yeah. Eddie Munson, the leader of the Hellfire Club. I would have to be pretty airheaded to not know who you are." She softly chuckled and began hugging her body. "Look, it would be cool to talk, but I have to get home soon. It's already dark, and I have to walk. So I really don't want--"

"I can drive you home!" He exclaimed.

Her tongue gently swiped over her bottom lip, "Really? Because it would be super cool if you could. I'm not a big fan of the dark, so..."

"yeah," Eddie casually smiled.

When they got into the car, Eddie had expected the atmosphere to be filled with total awkwardness, but it was only coming from him. There was nothing about Y/n's body language that said she was uncomfortable.

"So, Crazy Train, huh?" He said while gently turning the wheel.

"Yeah! One of my favorite songs, but I'm not sure how much longer I'll love it because I usually play them until I'm completely over the song." She turned to face Eddie. "You know?"

He nodded his head, "Yeah, totally understand. Just thought you might be into Madonna or some shit like that." He scoffed.

Y/n cocked to her side, "Well, I never said I didn't like her music. I don't think she's bad if that's what you're alluding to." She tugged a piece of hair behind her ear and struggled. "I like branching out and stuff. Just because something seems true about a person doesn't mean it is..." She trailed off when looking out to the window.

Eddie scrunched up his face, "Didn't mean it in a bad way, Henderson. You're just full of surprises." He sighed while pulling into her driveway.

Y/n's hand rested on the door hinge, but instead of leaving, she turned back to Eddie.

"Thanks for the ride. I really do appreciate it."

"Yeah, no problem." He smiled softly.

The teen let out a soft chuckle and silently prayed he wouldn't be able to see her face beginning to flush.

Eddie stares at her in confusion, "Not to be rude, but are you going to get off?"

"yeah!" Y/n awkwardly smiled before finally opening the door. "I really like your vibe, Munson." She reached into the pocket of her cheer uniform and pulled a pen from her jacket pocket. "Call me? I mean, only if you want to hang out or if you ever just want to talk." Y/n stuck her hands in her pocket.

The curly-haired male nodded his head with wide eyes as he took the paper. In what universe would Eddie Munson ever get the number of the most popular girl at school?

That day was the start of the beginning for the two of them. Y/n quickly found herself falling for him, and although it took him a little longer to understand his feelings, he fell harder.

Y/n never cared about what everyone said to her about him. After all, she knew the real Eddie, not the one based on lies and rumors.

All of that led them to this week. A week meant to be fun but one that turned into a living hell. Y/n knew about the upside down, of course she did. Dustin couldn't keep his mouth shut, so she knew about everything like Eleven. That was also because her brother and his friends required someone to help them look for Will. So, she had been a part of everything since the beginning.

It was the morning of the basketball championship. Behind her happy demeanor, Y/n felt off. Her head was constantly pounding making it

to do even the most simple tasks. Along with that, she had grown accustomed to both frequent nose bleeds and of course, the nightmares. They were the worst. Somehow, things would start off good and then quickly take a turn for the worst. Strangely enough, they always included her dad.

Everyone found it hard to believe that Y/n and Dustin were related. What most people didn't know was there was an actual reason for that. The two had different dads. Unlike Dustin's father who walked out after hearing about the pregnancy, Y/n's stayed longer than he should have.

He wasn't a good dad. He was far from that. He was a monster who was capable of disguising himself. Y/n refused to believe it at first. He always apologized for hitting her but continued doing it anyway. Y/n excused it, thinking that maybe, just maybe he would change. He only got worse. Locking her in her room, refusing to feed her, hitting her. Her least favorite part was being stripped down to the bare minimum and having her wait outside for her mother.

He loved power. He loved having control, and if he couldn't have authority over his ex-wife, he would have it over her daughter.

In her nightmares, Y/n would relive those horrid memories she had convinced herself she had buried deep down. The teen would wake up in a cold sweat, tears falling down her face, and to her loud uneven breathing. She refused to tell anybody though. Why should they worry?

Everything was going well, besides the headache. Y/n spent time with Eddie, laughed with her friends, and cheered as Lucas made the winning basket. After the game, she excused herself to use the restroom. As usual, she grabbed a bottle of pills and took more than she could count. Y/n wanted the pain to be gone. If one wasn't doing the trick, would it be so bad taking more?

Something was different when she walked out of the bathroom. Her body froze at the hidden figure peaking at her from the corner of a wall.

"Hello?" She croaked out while taking a few steps forward. Her head snapped back as the loud chime of a grandfather clock echoed in her head.

"babygirl..."

Y/n stood frozen in place. Her mouth hung slightly ajar as she let out panicked breaths. She tightly clenched her fist and looked down at the ground.

A hand rested on her shoulder and gently squeezed, "It's okay, Daddy's here now. No need to be scared." He hummed into her ear

She swallowed, "Go away, Dad." The teen tightly closed her eyes and allowed a shaky cry to leave her lips.

The male in the back of her let out an agitated groan. "You're really going to through a fit? God, why don't you just fucking grow up and stop living in that fantasy you have, Y/n." He slurred and tighter his grip on her causing her to wince.

"You're hurting me!" She cried out while clawing at his arm.

"it's not my fault you decide to act like a little shit. You chose to be this way and wonder why you always have to be punished for your shitty-ass behavior."

Y/n squirmed around and tried to shake him off, but her legs couldn't move. Tears fell from her eyes as she desperately called for help to anyone who would listen.

"You think they'd really come to save a slut like you? If anything, they would want to have their way with you."

"Let go of me!" Y/n sobbed while throwing her head back, trying to get him to let go. He didn't budge but instead, let out a deep cry.

"I'm sorry..." He mumbled and wrapped his arms around the teen. "I don't mean to act like this with you, Darling."

Y/n continued to squirm around until she finally broke loose of his grasp. She ran to go knows where but made sure she was far away from him. All she knew was she needed to get away.

"Y/n!" A voice angrily hollered out from behind her.

Her head snapped back, and a faint sigh left her lips.

"I've been waiting here for - Oh shit, what happened?" Dustin ran to his crying sister and held her close.

She stood there frozen in place, not knowing what to tell him. This was all in her head, and she didn't want her little brother to know how shitty her dad was. It would be embarrassing.

"oh, just spooked myself, I guess!" She let out a soft, obviously forced chuckle and motioned for her brother to get into the car. He didn't buy it. He wished his sister realized he wasn't stupid enough to. Yet, he didn't push. He knew something was off but didn't want to force her to tell him. It would come naturally soon enough.

Y/n laid on her bed with a stoic expression resting on her face. Her fingers played with the white ruffly hem of her light pink nightgown. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched and especially couldn't shake off the thoughts racing through her head.

The phone ringing brought her out of her trance.

"This is Y/n speaking."

"Hey Princess"

"Eddie?"

The male on the other side let out a shaky breath, "I'm going to need you to meet up with me."

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