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Stitches - Volume I

part 003: wounded, but reunited

fandom - Stranger Things (2016-)

pairing(s) - Eddie Munson X Reader, Steve Harrington X Reader, Billy Hargrove X Reader (Platonic with a capital P though)

stitches taglist - @vingtetunmars @dallysnecklace @will-byers-is-my-boyfriend @taecube @quickiesgirl @preciousbabypeter i tag here so people can get future updates! comment on this post or my pinned post to be added or taken off <3

taglist - @sunnymunson, @eddies-bat @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @sympathyforher please let me know if you want to be added or taken off <3

word count - 2.6k

warnings and tags for this chapter - blood, weapon use, levitation, telekinesis, mention’s of billy’s possession, alternating pov’s, resurrection, magic/powers, billy being an asshole (kind of), somebody passing out, vecna’s curse.

author’s notes - special thanks to @thisishellfire for reading over this chapter for me! i love you, doll ❤️❤️❤️

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Billy grunted as he leaned the ladder against the wall, stepping up the first prong to test the sturdiness. Seeing that it held his weight he climbed higher, closer to the moving vines and tendrils on the ceiling. He prodded at one with his finger and it retreated into the centre of the slash, so he prodded at a couple more until the opening was clearer, the goop narrowly missing his eye. The bright light from above shone in his eyes and he had to shield them from the sunlight that had been shining through the windowpanes of the same trailer above him.

“See anything?”

“Get up here.”

“Why me?” Chrissy asked, flinching slightly as he raised his voice.

“Do you want your ass saved or not, Cunningham? Get the fuck up here right now!” He uttered loudly as he descended. “Here, take my hand.”

Billy extended his hand out to her and kept her steady as she ascended the metal prongs. As she stuck a hand through the slash, it began to expand and retract, more so as she tried pushing her way through it, the slimy residue sticking to her skin like glue to paper. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried pulling the rest of her body up, her hands firmly against the trailer ceiling, her heart dropping as she noticed something levitating in the air.

Her own body, dangling from the ceiling, inches away from her face. She swallowed down a lump in her throat and tried to stop the color draining from her pale face.

“Chrissy? Chrissy! Chrissy, wake up! I don’t like this!”

Chrissy reached out as far as she could while still holding onto the ladder and Billy’s hands, which he had outstretched his arms and kept his hands up to attempt to steady her movements. She yelped as she saw her body moving, her bones cracking, and Eddie screaming beneath her. And then she saw her left leg beginning to move by itself.

As Chrissy’s left foot squeezed through the opening, you noticed a burning sensation in the right side of your neck that hadn’t been there before. Bristles of flint brushed rigidly against steel and set your body alight, burning you from the inside out.

Then you remembered what had happened to you. What Papa had done to you.

“Get me a knife, or something. Something sharp” you ordered, wincing in pain as you tried to get the tiny piece of metal, or whatever it was, as close to your first layers of skin as possible.

“Why?”

This “gate” had another meaning, it seemed. Almost like an electromagnetic field that all compasses would point towards when charged, or opened, and all metal near it would be electrified. “Get me a knife and a wooden spoon, Hargrove!”

“Jesus, alright!” He groused, grabbing the nearest knife and spoon handing the wooden utensil to you.

You stuck the handle of the spoon between your teeth, grabbing Billy’s hand to pull him closer to you. “You’re taking this sucker out of my neck, got it? Slit the skin and root around to find it, and I’ll bite down on this spoon.”

He blinked rapidly, looking at you like you were insane, as if he wasn’t out of his mind himself. Yes, your plan sounded insane but what did you have to lose?

“What the fuck, Y/N?! I’m not doing that! I’ll… I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Oh please. It’s our only hope at getting Chrissy and ourselves out of here alive!”

He swore under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he pressed the blade to your neck, the electromagnetism causing the metal blade to become charged. Dangerous, but it would have to do.

“Get a move on, we don’t have much time!”

“Alright, alright, I’m doing it.”

Meanwhile, Chrissy was hanging from the ceiling, holding onto one of the vines by the slash for dear life, holding in her screams as she watched her own leg break. She looked down, being met with the cute metalhead from school that ran the Dungeons & Dragons club; Hellfire. He currently had his back pressed up against the nearest wall to him, the same knife in his hand Billy was using to retrieve the piece of metal from inside your neck, undeniable fear written all over his pretty face.

Chrissy let go of the vine, dropping onto the floor and landing on her feet, somehow. With newfound determination she ran up to her own body and jumped, trying to pull herself down by wrapping her arms around her waist, to no avail. She groaned in annoyance as that didn’t work.

Eddie couldn’t see Chrissy, too afraid to move as he might find himself receiving the same fate as she did, so he didn’t see her peeking her head back into the other world to ask for more help. You sighed, clambering up the ladder to stick your right hand and head through the portal, blood rushing to your head and out of your neck as you hung upside down.

You stuck your hand out, energy rushing from your mind to your fingertips, the blood rushing from your head now travelling to your nose and ears as you fought to lower her body back to the ground so her soul could reunite with her corpse. She gave you a thankful smile, tears of joy falling from her bright blue eyes, laying on the ground next to her soul-less corpse.

“How did you do that?!”

“Magic,” you shrugged, sending her an encouraging smile, wiping a drip of blood from your nose, desperately trying to ignore the excruciating pain in your neck.

Chrissy prodded at her own lips with her fingertips, letting her digits slip over her tongue, down her throat, through her veins and into her heart, the rest of her body getting sucked in with it. The squelching noises had become almost unbearable, but if she had a second chance at life she would be more than content to listen to anything and never, ever complain.

And before long she began to feel a sharp pain in her right leg, agonizing, the one she always landed on when doing her acrobatics for her cheerleading performances. Her pride and joy.

Shit.

Chrissy gasped, clutching her neck as she sat up abruptly, sitting to face Eddie, who’s already pale face grew white as a ghost. Chrissy dragged herself over to sit next to him as he slumped over, catching him in her arms before he could potentially hurt his head from the fall.

“Oh my God, Eddie? Eddie… Can you hear me? Wake up, Eddie! I’m okay, I’m here now. I’m back. Eddie? Eddie, can you hear...?”

The sound of ocean waves crashing against the face of a cliff played on a loop in Eddie’s mind as he began to regain his consciousness, his hand reaching up to rub away some of the pressure on his forehead as an angel sat before him in an uncomfortable position. Princess Chrissy Cunningham, sent from the heavens to rescue Eddie The Banished from the sinister, satanic Cult of Vecna before it was too late—

Wake up, you idiot.

Breathe. In and out, and in again.

And exhale.

In and out.

In…

And out.

This was just a dream.

Fucking hell; a pain shot right through his chest as Chrissy’s clenched fist made contact with his chest just like Billy had done with her, putting pressure on his fragile sternum and ribcage as he opened his eyes.

“Eddie?” The girl cried out, hiding her blotchy face in the crook of his neck, lacing her fingers with his, squeezing once.

She woke up. And so did he.

“Chrissy?” He whimpered in pain, maneuvering his body to be even nearer to hers. “Oh my god, don’t scare me like that again!”

Chrissy dragged her gaze from the floor up to meet his beautiful, deep brown eyes, her own eyes glazing over with tears of relief. “Is it really you?”

You sighed, clambering down the ladder. “This feels… strange.”

“What, because they’re both alive and we’re not?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, feeling your throat beginning to swell as your emotions banged against your tear ducts, threatening to escape at any given second. “And we’re stuck here watching them being all in love, and neither of us can do that because we’re dead.”

It felt like a sick joke, or a hallucination, like you could wake up in Peter’s arms at any given second and he’d tell you everything was going to be okay.

“At least we’re not alone here, Y/N. We have each other,” he said, slinging a protective arm around your shoulders that was for both comfort and for his own support. He didn’t want to let you know, but he felt like his knees could give in at any given moment and the sensation of never ending falling could commence again.

You were about to respond, when the male voice from up above clouded your mind. “It’s really me— God, what happened to your leg? Did that happen when I passed out?”

Did Eddie forget what happened already? Or maybe he was in denial, pushing the fact that his crush since sophomore year almost died in front of him in his trailer to the back of his mind.

Chrissy sighed, pulling herself up to sit her back against the cupboard part of the kitchen counter, and Eddie mirrored her movements, sitting next to her, tapping his shoes off each other as he moved his feet from side to side out of habit. She flinched as his fingers made contact with the most tender part of the internal wound on her leg. Broken bones, more than likely.

She craned her neck to look up at the ceiling, watching in horror as the tendrils began to retreat back into the alternate dimension, the ceiling repairing itself, sealing you and Billy inside for good. Shit.

Your heart pounded as you looked up, crashing into something rock hard as you backed away, feeling Billy’s arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“It’s okay, doll. We’ll find another way out of here. I promise.”

From above, you could still hear Chrissy’s shaky voice. “Yes, it happened when you passed out, Eds,” she lied, not wanting to have to explain everything, he would never believe her.

Nobody would ever believe her, especially not Jason or any of the boys on the basketball team or the cheer squad. Even Lucas Sinclair, Hawkin’s brightest male student, who gave everybody the benefit of the doubt.

But he was the only boy she fully trusted, even though he was a grade below her she felt closer to him than any of her friends in the same classes as her. Just never in school.

Lucas was her only hope.

She knew he played Dungeons and Dragons with Eddie but swore to secrecy she wouldn’t tell anyone, and she kept that promise. He would be able to return the favour of keeping a secret, right?

Chrissy looked outside the window, peering through the shutters to see the sun beginning to set in the distance, the sky red, pink and yellow. Almost time for her to be home. She didn’t have long to get to Lucas’ and back before that time; 10pm sharp for tea.

“Think I could make it to Lucas’ house before the sun sets?” She asked, avoiding eye contact. “I um…”

Eddie’s brows furrowed.

“I could hop, or something,” she continued.

“Hot date?” Eddie teased, nudging her side with his elbow, though he stopped when her usual bright smile didn’t show itself. “Let me take you, you can’t be walking around with a limp, you’ll hurt yourself too much.”

He hated this. Hated seeing her scared. Putting her feelings before his own as a need to tend to her more since what had happened happened to her and not him. And he wouldn’t let it happen again. And… a date… with Sinclair? How in the world did Lucas manage to build up that much courage to ask her? Eddie himself could barely even ask for a pencil, let alone asking a girl on a date; though he knew they would all reject him and laugh in his face anyhow.

Maybe it was to get over Maxine? Though it was out of character for Lucas to move on that quickly, and with how vulnerable Max was after her step-brother’s death, Lucas wouldn’t leave her in cold blood. Not yet.

So Eddie still had a chance with the girl of his dreams.

“Thank you, Eddie, really.”

“No worries,” he started, grabbing the keys to his van, leading the girl to the front door.

He ignored the stare of somebody across the park with a dog as he helped Chrissy into the van, driving off almost as soon as he hopped into the driver’s seat.

“You might wanna hold on tight to your seat, sweetheart. I drive fast.”

You heard the engine of the van revving before it drove away from above, and you sighed, throwing yourself back down onto the bed. Billy lay down next to you, his chest heaving as he placed his hands behind his head. You couldn’t help yourself, dragging your gaze down his chest and stomach, slick with sweat. The only other bodies you’d seen before had been covered by white suits and white gowns like your own, so this sight was new.

And what a sight for sore eyes.

You couldn’t decide whether you preferred seeing boys with or without shirts on, but Billy helped by snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Like what you see, doll?”

Would you tell the truth and risk boosting his already sky high ego even more? No way. So you just shrugged and sat up on the edge of the bed.

“How do you get your body like that?”

“I work out,” he replied, rolling over to face you.

“Work out?”

“I lift heavy things, doll. Makes me strong.”

Chrissy’s words from above rapidly circled your mind. Who was Lucas Sinclair? Why did ‘Eddie’ sound so offended? Was this really a date or did Chrissy just want to get out of a study session from hell. But if she did, she would have stayed in this dimension with you and Billy…

“What’s on your mind?

“Do you know who Lucas Sinclair is?” You asked, and his face scrunched up like he just bit into the most sour of lemons. “Chrissy mentioned him when she was up there. Said she’s going to tell him what happened. Did you know him?”

“He’s my step-sister, Max’s, boyfriend,” he said, shuddering at the thought, and you wondered why. “If he even deserves that title.”

What could Lucas have done to Max to make Billy this upset and angry?

“But he’s not important right now. What’s more important is us finding another way out of here. If those slashes appear wherever the thing that happened to Chrissy happens, I know a place we can go to get things so we can go to a place where something like that also happened.”

“Where is that?”

“Brimborn Steel Works… where… I got possessed,” he revealed, taking your hands in his. “We can’t waste any time. I’m going to take you to where I remember Nancy Wheeler’s house being, we’re going to take her bikes and we’re going to go to Brimborn or anywhere we can to find a way out of here.”

You tightened your grip in his hand as he practically dragged you out the door, and he began running.

“Shit. Hargrove, wait!” You shouted, running after him, but as you caught your breath, you looked at your surrounding area;

He was gone.

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