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10 Things I Hate About you - Chapter 5

Eddie Munson x Harrington!reader

synopsis - A new rule strikes the Harrington household: if Steve wishes to date ever again, his sister needs to find a boyfriend first. As Steve becomes desperate and thinks of everything in his power to set her up, only one guy comes to mind that will take up a challenge such as that: Eddie Munson.

warnings - way too much fluff, ties in with season 1 (rip Barb), talks about Eddie's past (so trigger warning?), lotr references, one lil suggestive moment, angst if you squint

word count - 14.5k

Proof read by the amazing @inknopewetrust

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There was not a time in your life where you once believed you would feel like a main character in one of those cheesy romantic comedies your mom liked to watch on Friday nights.

Never did you think you would close the door to your house with a dumb smile plastered across your lips and a lovesick sigh would proceed to tumble from your body as your bag slid from your shoulder to find its spot beside the umbrella rack. You bit your lip, leaning against the white wood of your entry door in a daze.

Never did you think that the warm fuzzy feeling the young female lead always described would be coursing through your veins, astonished in the best of ways when the images of today flashed through your mind. Was this how Juliet felt when she first met Romeo at that masked ball? You felt dizzy; light and floating at the same time. Your fingers traveled by themselves to your lips as the ghost of his own haunted your thoughts.

What had just happened?

Eddie fucking Munson.

That's not what, but who.

The crazy metalhead who turned out to be the most amazing person you had ever set your eyes on. The one who would play torturous games of tags with teachers and spend half of his life getting detentions he never stepped foot in.

That boy had come into your life like a hurricane. Ravaging every single one of your well thought out plans and everything you had seemed to set your mind on only to leave everything in the dust to be swept away with the wind. It only left you to become helplessly and hopelessly submerged by his existence.

"Y/n?" Your mom's wavering voice came from the kitchen, "Darling, is that you?" You could hear her footsteps on the colored carpet coming toward the entryway.

"Yeah, mom, it's me."

"Oh my God! Where were you?" She sighed out, voice cracking in relief.

"Out?" You said, nonchalantly as if you did it often and it wasn’t unusual. Slipping your shoes beside the door, you wiggled your socked feet out and kicked your shoes perfectly against the wall before walking the few steps towards the kitchen archway.

She was already halfway to you. Half of her hair stuck in bright pink and yellow hot rollers, her pink cotton shirt falling off one shoulder and worry creases marked between her eyebrows. Her makeup done up and her eyes in a personified version of panic.

Behind her, Steve sat on the counter with an unbothered gaze and a glass of orange juice between his fingers. He was fixing a strand of hair falling on his forehead before he took a sip of his juice. You noticed your father next to him, facing you with a stern look in his eyes. He was well dressed in his best polo and white dress pants.

It was obvious your parents were getting ready to go somewhere and you were a stickler in their evening plans.

"Never do this to us again," your mother took a bated breath before continuing on. Her shaking hands reach for you to wrap her arms around your shoulders.

"O-ok?"

"Where were you?"

"I told you she was out with her boyfriend!" Steve smirked in between two sips. You glared at him from behind your mother’s shoulder before pulling away.

"I was out with a friend," you corrected. A friend which you had just kissed. But none of that mattered by the way your mother kept her hands on your shoulders and that crease between her brows only deepened, fighting the urge to fall into the panic that had been brewing for hours.

"What happened?" You scanned your mother's face, attempting to clarify the situation.

"You didn't come home after class and with that Byers boy disappearing–"

"Mom,” you interjected. “I'm fine."

"But you could have not been! We don't know what happened to Joyce’s boy and if someone’s out there snatching up–"

"Mom,” you stressed again. “I was with someone. Nothing could have happened to me."

And she frowned as your words sunk in, sighing and gripping your shoulder tighter and tighter until all of her weight was on you and the pressure was enough to make a bone ache. It was the worry of a mother.

"I was worried sick."

"I'm fine. Trust me,” you nodded, slipping out of her arms to go grab a glass of orange juice for yourself.

“Why is your hair wet?” Steve narrowed his eyes on you. He was poking around for insights on his plan and hoping that your parents would see you were up to something.

“We went paintballing and I took a shower.”

“What do you mean ‘we?’” Your father raised an eyebrow.

“Her and her boyfriend,” Steve sang.

“Boyfriend?”

“Well…it’s not like we’ve labeled anything–”

“I KNEW IT!” Steve pointed his finger at you.

“Steve-”

“Well, I’m glad you're home safe,” your father continued, too tired to go further into this conversation. “Both of our kids are home safe… Now, shall we finish getting ready? We also have our suitcases to prepare for tomorrow,” he turned his attention to your mother.

“Where are you guys going tonight?”

“Enzo’s.”

“Ah ok,” you nodded before opening the cupboard and grabbing the first glass that fell between your fingers; an old mustard glass from when you were a kid. The white cat from Disney’s Aristocats was painted on it. You took a short glance at it only to notice the tail was starting to fade off from the amount of times you’d used and washed it. “I might be going to the search.”

“Search?”

“The search for Will Byers. Half of the town is going,” you placed the glass on the counter before reaching for the orange juice carton next to Steve.

"Is that ‘boyfriend’ of yours coming with you?" Your father further questioned.

"Nope," you shook your head, hoping your smile would be enough to shove the subject away.

"I don’t like you going alone."

"As I said, there's a whole party going. Chief Hopper included."

Your father thought for a second, pursing his lips before nodding. “Don’t come home too late.”

“Sure, yeah, of course.”

"Well,” Steve slipped off the counter and winked at you as he turned to put his glass in the sink. “I’m going to Nancy’s to study.”

"You're going to who's?" The surprise in your father’s voice was evident.

"Steve’s new love interest," you took a sip, excited to see the arguments your brother would throw at your dad.

“Potential new love interest!” He corrected you.

"Steve-"

"You said I could date when she does!" He raised his hands in innocence before slithering his way out of the room like a cheeky cat who had just captured the mouse. "Rules are rules, Dad."

“I don’t have time for this,” your father pinched the bridge of his nose and gave you one last look as if to tell you 'be safe' before turning around on his heels and exiting the kitchen, your mother following behind with not another word spoken.

“Rumor is,” Tommy beamed as he approached Carol and Steve, wrapping an arm around her shoulder–a large smirk plastered on his face, “the Freak and your sister are dating.”

“I KNEW IT!” Steve threw his fist in the air in victory. “She came back home late yesterday after a totally not date with him.” Steve chewed on his bubble gum as he spoke, excitement rising in his chest at the idea. Everything was finally going according to plan, he grinned, looking around the bright hallway for any signs of you. He unfortunately didn’t spot you in the multitude of heads bopping around the corridor and turned his attention back to his friends.

“How’d you know?”

“People spotted them together in the hallway this morning before class. They kissed apparently.”

“This is actually going well,” Carol chuckled. “Who would have thought?”

“Not me,” Tommy laughed.

“Damn,” Steve scoffed in surprise. He hadn’t expected for the plan to go that well, but He sure as shit could finally go out with Nancy now and that was all that mattered.

On the other end of the hallway, hidden by the sea of students, Eddie had been waiting for you. Leaning on the wall by the door to Mrs. Click’s class, ee was toying with the chain attached to his jeans as he blankly stared at the little window opening. He could spot Mrs. Click bright red curls poking atop her head as she moved around the board. Eddie could almost hear the loud thud of her giant ruler colliding with whatever she had written on the board, continuing to go on about whatever country she had been rambling about. He thought this would forever be a trauma sound; anchored into his mind, doomed to haunt him every time he saw a world map.

Finally, after what felt like a hellish eternity, the door opened and there you were: angelic as ever as you fixed your grip on your bag and pulled your walkman out of your back pocket.

Eddie pushed himself off of the wall. He met your gaze as he got closer and wished he could permanently tattoo in his brain the smile that lit your features when you spotted him. His whole being buzzed with happiness as you strutted over and gave his cheek a peck. Eddie hummed in appreciation before you wrapped arm around his waist and his fell over your shoulder.

It quickly became obvious that the onslaught of students would make walking like a pair more difficult. So as fast as your limbs had found purchase on the other, they left and returned to their homes at the sides of your bodies.

“What tape did you bring today?” He asked, bumping his shoulder into yours instead.

“Rebel Yell.”

“Of course you listen to Billy Idol,” he chuckled.

“And of course you wouldn’t,” you gave him your best smile. “Let me guess, it isn't metal enough for you?”

“Bullseye” Eddie pretended to throw a dart, a popping sound emitting from his lips as he let the imaginary dart go and it hit the red center.

“Well, I like Billy Idol very much,” you placed the walkman back in your pocket with the headphones now resting safely on your shoulders.

"How was the search?" Eddie changed the subject but instantly felt the shift in the conversation. You frowned before answering. He shouldn’t have asked. He should have listened to the gossip of the table beside him at lunch but he couldn’t help it. He was just as invested as everyone else.

"Led absolutely nowhere," you sighed. You allowed yourself to melt closer to him as you held your notebooks tighter against your chest. "I just hope nothing bad has happened to him. He’s a good, quiet kid.”

Eddie came to a halt in the hallway and made you stop with him. He turned you around so you’d face him, taking your free hand in his.

"Hey, look, I'm sure he's going to be alright," he took a breath and rubbed your knuckles with his thumb. "Plus they're continuing the search today, they have to find him. This is a small town, and nothing bad ever happens in Hawkins."

"Yeah," you nodded, “I guess you’re right,” you did your best to try and sound hopeful, but the pit at the bottom of your stomach wouldn't budge. You looked up from your red history notebook to find Eddie’s bright eyes staring right back–making you feel just a little bit better.

"C'mon," Eddie nudged you, keeping his hand locked in yours. “Let’s get to class.”

You sighed as you continued your walk through the hall. You were so caught up in the multitude of possibilities as to where Will Byers could be that you didn't think twice about the way Eddie was holding your hand.

In the meantime, Eddie couldn't believe that his fingers were intertwined with yours in the middle of the fucking Hawkins High hallway. He couldn't believe that he was walking with the girl of his dreams by his side and that she was not giving a care in the world about the lingering eyes and odd stares. Eddie had tried to convince himself that this morning had all been a dream. That you hadn’t jumped to hug him the second you met his eyes that morning or that you hadn’t pecked his lips before rushing off into Mr. Davis’ classroom. But the fact that your hand was indeed securely locked in his own made him know this was very much real.

He could hear the patter of his heart climbing up to his ears just thinking about it all.

But the dreamy reality quickly crushed when he spotted Steve's fluffy head of hair. He suddenly remembered that two weeks ago he wasn't even sure of your name. That not even two weeks ago he hadn’t had a clue that you were this amazing girl of his dreams that would make him feel this way. Two weeks ago he would have laughed at the face of anyone that would tell him he was on the road to falling in love. That he was practically sure he had met his soulmate and was utterly captivated in a two-week time frame which seemed so ridiculous.

The closer the both of you became to Steve, the more he wanted to throw up.

"Oh my God," your voice brought him back.

"What?"

"I cannot believe Steve got his grip on Nancy so quickly," you squeezed his hand tighter and Eddie did too. Perhaps the fear of losing you had iced his veins because the words that left your lips felt too real. Of course Steve would be seen with Nancy. It was the entire point as to why he had paid Eddie in the first place. Now that he had the girl, it felt too likely that Steve would drop the deal and Eddie could try and see how he would go from there.

"What do you mean?" He played dumb.

"Well, now that I've been hanging out with you more, Steve is using this as a ‘get out of jail free’ card."

"Ah,"

"A party?" you heard Nancy squeak. "But it's Wednesday."

"C'mon it will be just a small gathering," Steve gave her a dazzling smile.

"Well, look who it is!" Tommy Hagen cheered with a bright smirk and you closed your eyes in despair. Of course they had to call you. Carol leaned into Tommy’s shoulder as she eyed you and Eddie up and down, a sly smirk on her lips at the sight.

The hair on Eddie's arm spiked as Tommy's voice traveled up to his ears. He straightened himself up, bracing for the snarky remarks or comments that always came out of his mouth.

Steve turned around at the distraction. And rather than jeer like Carol and Tommy, he was rather happy to be met with yours and Eddie's faces. He was beaming an even brighter smile when he saw your intertwined hands but you quickly slipped yours out of Eddie's before he or his dumb friends could even think of commenting.

Eddie felt his heart plummet back to his shoes at the security that left him.

"Y/n, you should invite Eddie," Steve pointed to Eddie as if to say ‘this is Eddie, this is who I am referring to’.

"Invite him to what?"

"Our party! Tonight!"

"Party?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Steve, you can’t just throw a party just because Mom and Dad are gone. What about-"

"-It’s just a small gathering. Just us seven."

"Steve-"

"Eddie, you coming?" Steve cut you off before you could say anything.

Eddie’s eyes widened. He looked confused, scared, in the slightest. He was never invited to the small gatherings of popular kids. He had no idea what it would even be. And in the small gatherings he would do with his friends, they played D and D and smoked and listened to records or tested new music. They had a reason to meet up, something to discuss.

"Um, yeah… sure?" He side eyed you, and you stared daggers back. He could tell this was annoying you more than you were leading on.

"Good," Steve clapped his hands.

"Oh and bring some stuff," Tommy smirked before patting Eddie's shoulder, Eddie tensing up at the touch.

"Alright," he awkwardly chuckled back, finding your gaze to seek any kind of help you could get from you.

"This is going to be amazing," Tommy rubbed his hands together, grinning from ear to ear, as if he could boss Eddie around and use him just to get some free drugs.

"No, it’s not,” your tone may have been a bit too dry because every head turned towards you. You gave an uneasy look to Eddie before swallowing and continuing with the rest of your sentence. “because he is not going to bring anything, and we're not coming to this stupid party," you pinched the bridge of your nose, "Steve–can you please just leave us alone for five seconds."

"Never," he almost looked offended upon the request, putting a dramatic hand across his chest. “Y/n, you're my sister. It’s my job to annoy you.”

A beat fell upon the group. Steve rolled his eyes and crossed his arms around his chest while you huffed. Sibling banter hanging thickly through the air and no one really knowing how to make it go away. Everyone knew both of the Harrington siblings were headstrong, each more stubborn than the other.

It was an entrancing silence only either of you could break. Your eyes drifting towards Barb, she was looking at Nancy uneasily as she fixed her grip on her pink spiral notebook.

"You two are coming?" You questioned, your soft words slithering through the tension and making it evaporate into a mere memory.

"Yes!" Nancy beamed shyly. Barb looked as though she wanted to melt from the spotlight behind her and become one with the squeaky white hallway floors.

Nancy was about to continue, speak to something else but Tommy abruptly cut her off. "My god that's depressing," Everyone’s curiosity took the better of them and followed Tommy’s gaze towards whatever he was looking at behind Nancy.

Johnathan Byers.

The Byers boy was awkwardly standing, a grim look on his face as he pinned a missing persons poster of his little brother on the board amongst the collection of theater posters and recruiting sheets of random clubs and sports teams.

You and Nancy looked at each other. Her sympathy bled from her hands. She was a good person and somewhere, you’d like to believe you were too even in your stubbornness.

"We should go and say something," she said hesitantly but steadfastly to do so.

"I don't think he speaks," Carol raised an eyebrow.

"I bet he killed him," Tommy snickered.

It made you sick. Jonathan’s pain was evident. You saw it in Dustin, you saw it in the boys he had grown so close with… Surely Mike had been upset in the Wheeler house which made Nancy more attune as well. But the fact that Tommy could assume such a thing about a boy, barely a man and no older than the lot of you, made you sick.

And you wished you hadn’t dropped Eddie’s hand for the sake of comfort.

Will Byers.

If there was a level of sweetness to rank the young boys of Hawkins, Indiana, Dustin would reign supreme but Will Byers would always be fighting for that spo. You figured that if he had disappeared into thin air and most of the town didn’t even think to care. Surely enough that assumption came true. Instead, you had people like Steve who only cared about making out with a pretty girl and throwing a dumb party on a school night and girls like Tammy Thompson who were too busy handing out neon pink flyers for the Spring Fling.

All the while people like Joyce and Johnathan Byers were being ridiculed for caring about their smallest joy disappearing.

It all seemed ridiculous.

Ridiculous that not only Steve and his dumb friends, but most of Hawkins, were only thinking about themselves and what mattered in their lives. If it was a kid from the right side of the tracks, some neighborhood like Nancy lived in, everyone would be looking. There would be vigils and strange prayer groups in hopes that the kid would return.

It made the grip you had on your bag tighter, knuckles going white as your nails dug into your palm.

You truly hoped he was ok.

Because if he wasn’t, you didn't know how you could handle seeing Dustin grieve for his closest friend or how you would be able to compose yourself from the pain.

Those thoughts of Jonathan and where Will may be plagued you for the rest of the day. At your locker, you had been lost in a train of thought. The idea of Dustin being sad and the town forgetting a kind kid made your mind swirl.

"Boo!" Two hands were draped over your shoulder, making you jolt out of your thoughts and your heart beat out of your chest. You only relaxed when a familiar laughter echoed behind you, turning around to be met with Eddie's mischevious grin.

"You have to stop doing that!" You playfully slapped his shoulder in return.

"Doing what?"

"Scaring me like this!"

"Come on,” he careened, “you love it and you know it’s fun.”

"Not for me," you bumped your shoulder into his as he had done that morning. This time, Eddie slung his arm around your shoulder and walked with you towards the parking lot.

A rainbow of cars were parked as always; jocks at the wheels of their brand new convertibles while girls sat at the back, swooning over their million dollar smiles. It was the same every day and would always be the same every year. For god knows how long, the same archetypes would run the halls of Hawkins High and the same things would happen over and over again for generations to come. The same crown prince would date the crowned princess while bullying the misfits.

You wondered if the embroiled, eternal circle of Hell would ever come to an end.

"What are you going to do before the... small gathering?" Eddie’s voice felt relaxing amongst the crowd.

"I need to drop off Dustin at his friend's place and then homework, probably. If Steve allows me some peace. How about you?"

"Walk home… then attempt to read Romeo and Juliet."

"Oh my god! Is Eddie Munson finally going to do this homework!? Oh my god, even better, am I rubbing off on you?”

"Maybe," he smirked.

"Also, why walk?"

"Van's at the garage, problem with the gear shift. I brought it in last night."

"Oh,"

"Yeah, but I mean it's not that far, anyways."

"I could drop you off."

"You don't have to."

"C'mon! Like this, I can hang out with you and we can work together! I don't think I can stand being in the house alone with Steve right now," you pouted, hooking onto the hopes of being as far from Steve for as long as you possibly could.

"Alright," he smirked. "I'll let you bring me home."

"Good. As long as you don't mind that we bring Dustin home first," you slipped the key into your car door and opened it in a swift move, slipping your bag into the back seat.

"I don't mind at all. He seems cool."

"He is. It's not usually one of my babysitting days but his mom wants to make sure he gets home safe with the disappearance of his friend."

As if on cue, you heard Dustin's voice calling, screaming, your name in his usual enthusiastic tone and closing you into his traditional bear hug.

"How's my favorite troublemaker going?" you huffed, wrapping your arms around him.

"Doin' good," he mumbled against you. He wasn’t doing good, you knew that.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Alright," you nodded and pulled away from his embrace. "I'm dropping you off at Mike's, right?” Dustin nodded his head.

“Also, is it alright if my friend tags along?” You lifted your gaze to stare at Eddie who was awkwardly leaning on your car behind Dustin.

Dustin’s brow scrunched in confusion before following your gaze; his eyes lighting up when he came face to face with the metal head he couldn’t stop babbling about to his friends. He had heard a rumor of a D & D club at the high school he just couldn’t wait to join.

"You're coming with us!?"

"Yeah," Eddie smiled back, a certain ego boost rising in his chest caused by the stars of admiration apparent in the young boy’s eyes.

"Awesome," Dustin breathed out, as if this was the best news since he read about the announcement of the new Zelda game. You blinked as you registered Dustin's enthusiasm. Somehow, Dustin's best friend was missing but all he could think about was how he was going to be in the same car as his new idol; Eddie Munson.

Dustin waited until everyone was settled; seatbelts fastened and car doors secured shut before popping the question that had been dancing on his lips the second he placed his butt onto your back seat. "So… are you two dating now?"

There was an awkward pause. Eddie looked at you like a deer in headlights, blush creeping on both your cheeks.

You didn't know how to reply. Eddie had made it clear he wanted to go out with you.

You had been acting strangely like a couple for the past few hours. Holding hands in the hallway, stolen kisses in between classes. Your heart beated faster than your thoughts and words escaped you without thinking twice.

"Yeah, kind of," a short smile creeping on your lips as you looked at Eddie for confirmation.

Eddie knew he shouldn’t have felt this relieved when the words left your lips. He had wanted that answer from you with every fiber in his bodyvbut he knew very well this wasn't supposed to be real. This was supposed to never go further than a few planned dates so that Steve could go on dates of his own.

But dammit did he want this to be real. He felt angry and nauseous at the same time, almost close to agony at the mere thought that this had all started around a stupid deal.

He was beating himself up for not finding you sooner himself.

He knew he had to find a way.

"OH MY GOD! I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!!" Eddie’s sulking was quickly shattered by Dustin’s piercing shriek and excited bounces. For a second he was scared the kid was going to hit his head on your car’s beige ceiling yet he seemed to have his bouncing up and down perfectly under control.

"Dustin-"

"I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS," Eddie smiled a bit at the boy's adoration. He knew this kid was a keeper. A heart of gold to be paired with an amazing mind. He just hoped that once he reached high school, he wouldn’t let people like Steve or Tommy Hagan crush all his hopes and dreams in a single sentence.

Eddie wouldn’t be there to protect this kid. He wouldn’t be there to protect his friends and guide them in the adventure that was high school… he’d go on to bigger and better things and maybe, if life didn’t work out like he’d plan and he still stuck in this hellhole of a town, he’d cross paths with Dustin if he ever needed repairs to his potential future car.

"You two are like perfect for each other!" Dustin continued his happy rambles.

"Really?" Eddie raised an eyebrow, a grin painted over his features as he turned to meet the kid’s eyes.

"Yeah!" He furiously nodded. "Y/n, I'm so glad you listened to me!"

"Dustin! Please–” you tried to stop the fountain of words that Dustin could spew be when he got overly excited.

"What's that now?" Eddie changed his gaze to you like a curious cat pulling on a string until he unraveled all the yarn laid out in front of him.

"Dustin said we should date–"

"I said you two should date!" The two sentences came out like music, mixing together to echo in the car and scramble together.

Eddie grinned from ear to ear, clicking his tongue as he leaned back against the leather seat, "talking about me behind my back I see."

"Only good things, I promise."

"Well, I'm so glad you finally have a boyfriend. Steve will finally stop bugging you." Dustin huffed, making you giggle.

“Hopefully,” you glanced at Eddie who tried to swallow the lump in his throat at the mention of your brother.

You quickly brought your stare back to the road, blushing when you remembered the use of the word boyfriend. It's not like you had labeled anything yet and Dustin was coming in like a hurricane, ready to pull out every potential seed that he found if that meant you got to be happy and prove a point to Steve. Trying so hard to be your mini wingman, even if it meant he had to annoy or embarrass you in the process. You loved him to bits and knew this was all coming from a place of love, however you were desperate to change the subject.

Whatever was happening with Eddie was too fresh and not something to discuss with a twelve year old. You rummaged your brain for anything to ask Dustin, but everything that came to mind was going to potentially remind him of Will.

"Do you listen to metal?" Eddie’s voice made you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Once again, your savior.

"I tried to get him to but he says he never has the time to listen to the tapes I give him," you answered for Dustin.

"That's not true!"

"It is true Dustin! When I give you a tape, I miss my tape, so I ask for it back, and it turns out you didn't even listen to it!"

"Ok, fair enough. But I like what you put in the car when you pick me up. Especially the one band that's like… sabertooth something."

Sabertooth something. He absolutely has not, never in his life, listened to a tape you have given him.

"Black Sabbath?" Eddie questioned. You didn’t know how Eddie even made that connection when you didn’t.

"Yeah! That one!"

"Oh my god, the kid has taste."

Before Dustin could answer, the car came to a stop. You thought you almost heard a whine leave Dustin’s lips when he spotted Mike's house from the passenger window.

“I don’t want to go,” Dustin melted in his seat. “Can I stay with you and Eddie?”

“Dustin, as much as I love you, Mike is waiting for you,” Dustin groaned, making slow moves to unbuckle his seat belt. “Don’t you have a campaign to do?”

“Yeah, yeah…” he mumbled, not giving you a full answer. He was elusive. At this time on any normal day, he’d catch you up on the progress of the campaign and complain about how Lucas or Mike were playing. Dustin said nothing. He just looked at the house in slight concern. Maybe for Will, maybe for something else.

A part of him just wanted to stay with Eddie and yourself. He wanted to know everything about Eddie Munson and find out if the rumors the 8th graders spoke of the Witch King were true. Eddie didn’t even seem like a villain. He didn’t seem like the freak everyone at the malt shop said or the scary metal head the people at the pool gossiped about.

"Can we hang out with Eddie more often?" He asked hopefully.

"Yeah, we can," you let out a breathy laugh at his expression. "Now go! Mike is waiting for you and don't forget to call your mom! She's going to be worried sick."

"Yeah, yeah," he whined again as he put his bag on and opened the door. "I'll leave you and your boyfriend alone," he rolled his eyes and swung the door to a close.

"Bye, Dustin!" You waved your hand and he did the same before taking fast steps toward Mike's house.

Silence fell in the car as you watched Dustin waddle his way over to the white door of Mike’s home. His curly hair bounced as he did. He rang the bell and waited, turning around to meet your gaze and giving you his best toothless smile. You waved a last time before the door swung open behind him to reveal Mrs. Wheeler–well dressed as always. She rushed Dustin in, not noticing your car before closing the door which made her and Dustin disappear behind the perfect suburban house.

Neither of you wanted to be the one to break the silence.

Dustin's happiness still hanging in the air, both your cheeks hurting from his contagious smile. It was far from uncomfortable, sitting in a car with a giddy smile on your lips and Eddie Munson by your side.

"Boyfriend, hm?" Eddie smiled to himself.

"What?" You turned your head to face him, only to see that he was already staring at you.

"He called me your boyfriend."

"Oh yeah..." you felt the heat rise as the word sunk in.

"I like how that sounds, to be honest." Eddie hated himself for speaking. Digging himself a bigger hole than the one he was already trapped in. Yet everything felt so right.

"I kind of do too," you played with the sleeve of your sweater.

Eddie stayed frozen for a moment, contemplating his next move. His gaze was burning on you as he watched your shy demeanor. He was sure you were going to undo the seams of your sleeve by tugging so hard on the loose string, he could see the turmoil of thoughts reflecting on your features and hard focus on anything that wasn’t him. Trying to find an escape.

Eddie stopped you, grabbing your hand in his, the movement making you look up.

He gave you his sweetest smile, making your heart leap in your chest, feeling him lean in. Left hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb grazing over the soft skin of your cheek that was burning from his touch. Not a doubt clouded Eddie's mind as he leaned in to kiss you. Not a single ounce of regret flooded him as his lips moved in sync with yours, his hand holding yours tighter.

He would find a way out of this mess he put himself in.

He had too.

If not for his own sanity, than for yours.

"Is that a Millennium Falcon keychain?" You noticed as Eddie's keys clinked together when he held them up to the door, sliding it into the keyhole.

"Yeah," Eddie chuckled. "You didn't notice it last time?"

"Sadly not," you smiled as he opened the door, waiting for you to get in before he did. He closed it behind you, dropping the keys in the fish shaped key bowl on the counter by the door and sloppily removing his shoes, messily tucking them under said counter.

You removed your own shoes, dropping your bag next to them before following him further towards the kitchen area.

"Do you want anything to drink? Soda, water?" Eddie opened a wooden cupboard, grabbing two tinted blue glasses and placing them on the counter behind him.

"Water, please," you spoke, admiring as Eddie grabbed one of the two glasses, filling it with water from the tap before handing it to you first.

"Here's your water, my lady."

"Thank you very much," you winked, taking a sip before looking over to your backpack. "So, we've got some Shakespeare to read and I have history questions to do."

"I'm afraid so..." He looked at you, defeat evident in his eyes.

"It will be alright!” You cheered, “where do you want to work?"

"In my room?"

"Is this a pretext of getting me in your bed, Munson?" you raised an eyebrow and Eddie froze on the spot. The wheels in his brain coming to a stop as you stared back at him with a cheeky smile. "I'm kidding," you chuckled at the look on his face. "Working in your room is perfect."

"Alright," he gave you a nervous chuckle before opening another cupboard and finding a pack of already opened cookies, placing them on the counter between the two of you.

"Can I ask you a question?" Eddie wondered as he grabbed a cookie from the bottom of the plastic package and handed it to you.

You took the cookie, raising an eyebrow before answering, "go ahead."

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Handle a brother like Steve," you chuckled at the question.

“I just don’t,” you took a bite of the cookie Eddie had handed you. “You saw what happened Friday. I survive with a brother like Steve, because I genuinely know I cannot do anything to change him.”

"Fair enough," he grabbed another cookie from the pack, taking a bite out of it before dropping it on the counter and turning to the fridge.

"My turn to ask a question,"

"Go ahead," he answered as he grabbed a carton of milk. Closing the fridge before turning back towards you.

"Where were you for a month last fall? Not jail, I hope?"

Christ. He couldn’t believe you knew he was gone for so long. He didn’t imagine anyone except his five friends knowing he wasn’t there.

"Why, you’re scared your new boyfriend has a criminal record?" He raised a challenging eyebrow, the word boyfriend still making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"No," you rolled your eyes, watching as Eddie poured himself the milk in his still empty glass. He pointed the carton towards you in a silent question, you nodded, chugging the last of your water down before sliding him the glass. "Couldn't care less, honestly. Just curious, people say so many different things…” You trailed on with a cheeky smile, “jail, short-lived porn star career, cult leader, the list goes on. Forgive me for being curious."

"Definitely none of those," he snorted at your list, dipping his half eaten cookie in the milk and taking a large bite. He waited until he finished chewing and swallowed before answering.

"I was with um, I was visiting my dad while he was on his deathbed."

"Oh," you looked down at your own glass of milk, you seriously didn't mean to open this can of worms. You had never heard a mention of Eddie’s parents and you seriously didn’t mean to intrude in on something that seemed so private to him.

"Hated every minute, to be honest."

"That bad?" You looked back up.

"Well, you know I didn't always live in the trailer park with my uncle," he wiped the cookie crumbs from his fingers on the side of his jeans before leaning closer to you agasin't the counter, "I use to be in an alright apartment, with both my parents," he reached for your free hand, still splayed on the countertop, "of course, I didn't know we were squatters back then, but then my mom died when I was 8 and my dad left, leaving me here with Wayne."

"That must have sucked," you let him play with your fingers, a pause settling in before you lifted your gaze and made eye contact with him. It was not an uncomfortable one, almost peaceful as his words hung in the air.

"Yeah," he made a funny face, "he left and ended up meeting this bimbo who I guess managed to put him on the right track. Made him a new family and shit," that took all the words out of you.

"So yeah, I wasn't in jail, or attempting a porn star career; although I might have preferred to be doing that,” he chuckled. “I was visiting him and his new perfect cookie-cutter family. It was a fiasco," he chuckled to himself. "His new wife didn't want to introduce me to her kids as their brother so I was always baptized as Wayne's kid, their freaky cousin from bum-fuck-nowhere, Indiana. She was throwing daggers at me half the time and I spent most of my days at the neighboring mini golf getting high with the manager."

"You did what?" You smiled at the absurdity.

He matched your smile, "he kept playing Metallica and Ozzy, I had to befriend him. Freaks with freaks, am I right?"

"Yeah," you squeezed his hand, "freaks with freaks."

You didn't know how the air felt so light after what Eddie had dropped on you. Maybe it was the matching look in each of your gazes, or how normal this all felt. A pause lingered in the air. You could tell Eddie had processed this whole crazy situation he had been in. You thought it was a shame he'd probably have to redo a year because of that. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad if it meant you'd do your Senior year with him by your side.

This brought you back to your purpose of being here with Eddie.

"Maybe we should get to work," you patted his hand.

"Yeah,"

"I cannot do this," Eddie huffed, dropping his book on his lap. You watched as the book opened itself like an accordion and fell open on his bed. Eddie roughly leaned his head against his wall, groaning when his head collided against the hard material.

"What's wrong?" you peaked from your history book.

"This is barely English," he lifted Romeo and Juliet up from his lap and held it by two fingers like it was a dead animal.

"You can read all of Tolkein's work but not Romeo and Juliet?"

"That's different. Tolkein's English is way smoother to read."

"Hm," you smiled, bringing your attention back to the paragraph on the Russian Revolution you were previously reading. Something about the murder of the Romanovs and the supposed victories that followed for the Bolsehviks. "You’ve already read it haven’t you?"

"Yes, but a long time ago. I’m taking my time rereading it," you flipped to the next page, hoping the chapter on the first world war would end there but your eyes fell upon yet another two page section about the consequences of the war on the world. Your eyes quickly danced across a paragraph detailing the problems soldiers faced. You sighed, lazily taping Eddie’s beige carpet with the pink eraser on the back of your pencil.

"Ugh, I don’t know how you do it." Eddie spoke again after a long beat of silence, a new minute of him trying to focus as much of his strength as he could to make sense of the scrambled letters in his hands. He dropped the book again, and flopped to the side like a dead fish. Letting his head and one of his arms drop by the side of his bed. Staring at you now upside down.

"Dramatic much?"

He groaned in response.

You looked up to him from your place on the floor, giving him a silent laugh as you took in his state. His eyes were closed as another dramatic groan escaped his lips, hands flying on his face in desperation. You bit the eraser at the end of your pencil, contemplating your next move.

"Alright, I’ll help you," you closed your textbook and shuffled to stand up, shaking the soreness out of your legs. Eddie mumbled something barely audible when he heard you move.

You picked the book from the spot it had been thrown and flipped through the pages until ACT 2 was written in bold across the white paper.

"Move aside,” you nudged him, making him roll over so he was correctly placed against his pillow, leaving room for you. You climbed on the bed and moved until you were resting against his side, head cosied up on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Eddie mumbled as he wrapped his hand around your waist, mindlessly starting to draw circles on your exposed skin.

"Reading it to you,"

"You don't have to,"

"I know, but I want to. Like this, I'm rereading it and learning too," Eddie blinked as he stared at the top of your head, intently watching as you cleared your throat.

“Act 2, Scene 2. In Capulet's garden, Romeo enters.”

“Romeo: But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief,” Eddie felt his breath catch in his throat. When you spoke the words, Eddie could comprehend every meaning behind it, and his mind, against his own will, twisted the meanings to relate them to you. Was he doomed to feel like Romeo?

“Juliet appears at the window,” you continued, and Eddie felt himself squeeze the side of your arm in realization. “Romeo: It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she was! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?” You sighed, expecting any comments from your usually talkative boyfriend, but nothing. You looked up to be met with eyes full of thoughts.

“All ok up there?”

“Y- yeah,” he breathed, “you make it easy to understand.”

“Hm,” you giggled, cheeks warming up at the feeling of Eddie’s hand on your arm and his lips close to your ear. “Really?”

He kissed your temple as a reply.

He meant every word.

Not only does hearing you reading make the words clear in his mind, organizing themselves like the perfect melody Shakespeare meant it to be. But the words resonated with something stronger in him. As if the feelings Romeo was crying out were ripped straight out of his chest and burned into the pages you were holding.

You were holding in your hands what his heart was yearning to scream.

“I hate this,” you looked at Tommy’s car from the windshield. You could hear the music playing from the garden and Tommy Hagan’s laughter and to top it off, Steve’s faint voice as he rambled on about whatever had annoyed him that day.

“It will be alright, I promise,” Eddie offered, grazing your arm with his finger tips in an attempt to bring you some comfort, however, perhaps he was the one who needed it that evening.

He could hear the splash of your pool from the other side of the house, and it made him feel as though he was walking straight through a shark tank. Swimming straight for the enemy that could sense the smallest drop of blood; the smallest crack in his armor.

But you made that armor ten times stronger and there was no way Eddie Munson was going to let Steve Harrington and Tommy Hagan see him bleed.

“Hm,” your grumble brought him back to the present, watching as you aggressively grabbed your bag and slipped out of your car, Eddie trailing not far behind.

You opened the door to your house, your R2D2 keychain making music as it clinked agains’t the rest of your keys. You grabbed the right key, the biggest silver one out of the 3 that hung around the ring. You reluctantly turned the silver object in the lock, ready to meet your doom.

From the look on your face he thought you were getting ready to fight the battle of Helm’s deep. Ready to fight an endless battle against the most vile creatures of Mordor, no hopes of winning and the odds far from being in your favor.

But the Fellowship did win the Battle of Helm’s deep.

The door opened to reveal a big but homely house. A variety of shoes stood against the entry hall wall, from Steve’s basketball sneakers to the Reeboks Eddie had seen you wear multiple times. Hagan’s Nikes were next to Carol’s Vans; and you fought the urge to throw in the trash Tommy’s bright green hoodie that hung next to your blue and yellow windbreaker.

“You can take off your shoes and hang your jacket here if you want,” you smiled, pointing to the corner filled with all the clothes of the teenagers currently in the house. You slipped your own shoes off and dropped your bag on a yellow chair by the door to the kitchen.

You sighed as you watched Eddie remove his own shoes and shrug off his jacket.

“Ready to infiltrate the enemy?”

“As long as you’re by my side.”

It was everything you knew it would be. A soaked from head to toe Tommy chasing Carol across your parents garden in an attempt to throw her into the pool. On one of the old white sun chairs sat an uncomfortable Barb with a glass of water dancing between her fingers. Steve shared a sunchair with Nancy who was blushing at whatever stupid joke he had whispered in her ear, and in between all of that two packs of unopened beer sat piled on the small black and green garden table.

“This looks… fun?” Eddie raised an eyebrow, watching you roll your eyes and step forward.

You huffed, barely muttering a hello to your brother and your friends as you ripped the cardboard of one of the six packs open and grabbed two beers. You threw one to Eddie and opened yours, taking a long well needed sip, bracing for their greetings.

“Munson!” Steve cheered, standing up from his spot next to Nancy.

“Harrington,” he nodded a bit stiff as Steve roughly patted his back. “Welcome to the crib!” He chuckled and you wondered how many beers he already had from how loud he was talking.

Tommy stopped running after his girlfriend once he spotted Eddie, a large grin plastered on his punchable face and hovered towards you.

“Eddie, my man!” Tommy cheered as though he was his new best friend, giving him a handshake before taking a step back and asking, “you got the stuff?”

“Yeah,” Eddie fished for the packet of weed in the back pocket of his jeans before throwing it in Tommy’s hand.

“Thanks man,” he winked before waltzing over to the other corner of the pool where had already prepared some rolling paper and other random tools you couldn’t see from that far. All neatly laid out on a mossy wooden block that your parents had meant to throw away weeks ago.

You laid up on one of the empty sun chairs, eyeing Eddie. You watched him fumble with his hands, awkwardly playing with the can of beer in his hands and looking for something to fiddle with. You’d learn it was a habit of his when he felt nervous. He met your gaze and you silently nudged him to come over. You folded your legs together so he had room to sit in front of you.

You placed a reassuring hand on his thigh, and Eddie placed a ring cladded hand on top of yours. You blew him a kiss before looking to your left to where Barbara and Nancy were still sitting, he intently watched as you gave Barb a short smile and took a new sip of your beer.

“Hey! want some?” Tommy placed the freshly lit blunt in front of Nancy’s face, she politely declined and Tommy shrugged, not caring to make any comments before taking a new drag for himself. He silently asked Barbara but he got the same answer, an answer he expected anyways, and turned around towards you and Eddie.

“I know you won’t say no,” he joked and Eddie tried to hand him a smile as he took the joint out of his hand and took a drag for himself. “It’s good stuff by the way,” Tommy commented as Eddie blew smoke to the side, making sure it didn’t get in your face.

“I know,” he spoke, “but you’re half ruining it by rolling it like that,” he scanned the joint in his hand, inspecting it and indeed seeing the crooked way Tommy had folded it, he almost winced as if Tommy had made damage to something greater than him. “My grandmother rolls better than this, Hagan.”

You watched in amusement as Tommy’s eyes widened in an amused shock, not expecting that comment from the drug dealer in front of him. He was sure he knew how to roll well, he’d been doing it occasionally and most of his friends never complained.

Tommy stayed dumbfounded and couldn’t answer until the words registered. He shrugged it off, pretending Eddie made false accusations before walking over to the other side of the pool to greedily make a new one to prove to Eddie that he wasn’t as bad as he was saying.

Once Hagan was out of the way and Eddie had already taken one to many drags, you moved your hand towards him, making grabby hands at the stress relieving gold between his fingers.

He laughed at your eagerness, letting your fingers linger as they brushed against yours to grab your last hope to stay sane tonight.

Your eyes scanned the sky, trying to enjoy the beautiful sunset that tumbled upon the tall Hawkins tree. You wished you could have been elsewhere, maybe at lovers lake, playing truth or dare with Eddie as you sipped on homemade cocktails you threw into to-go cups.

But as the weeds seeped in and you watched the sky turn from its pink and orange colors, you thought that maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad. Especially if the weed kept tumbling and Eddie stuck by your side.

Steve stole the blunt from you after your third drag, nagging something about how you should keep some for the others. He blew smoke to the side before looking at his watch, sighing before flicking his wrist, making his watch place itself better on his wrist and looked at you, “Y/n/n, do you have any cash on you?”

“No, why?” You threw your head back on the chair to catch his face.

“Because I ordered Pizza.”

“And? You expect me to pay?”

“No, no, totally not,” his lie made you groan in annoyance, wiggling your feet out of their criss-cross position to lay them out across Eddie’s lap. “I was just wondering,” he rolled his eyes, and as if on cue, the doorbell rang.

“I have some cash, if you want?” Eddie chimed in, rubbing circles on your ankles as he eyed your brother, and could see Tommy smirking like a madman from the corner of his eye. They all knew where the cash in question was coming from and Eddie felt even more guilty from the knowing looks they were giving him.

“Nah, S’okay, keep your well earned money Munson,” he waved his hand and smirked, Eddie’s chest stinging at the comment.

His gaze went back to you. You said something he didn’t catch to Nancy, happy you had stopped paying any attention to their conversation.

He just experienced the first shark attack; subtle but all the same painful.

Eddie knew he was playing a dangerous game by being here tonight.

“Eddie, could you help me?” Steve took a last drag of the joint and handed it back to Tommy who was probably going to finish it and light up a new one by the time they got back with the pizza’s.

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie grabbed your ankles, lifting them up from him and back down on the hard panels of the sun chair making you instantly divert your attention back to him.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Helping your brother with the pizza’s, baby,” he smiled, kissing your forehead before following your brother into the house.

You watched attentively as Eddie disappeared behind the glass door, unapologetically checking him out.

“Y/n/n, can I talk to you for a minute,” Barbara broke you out of your staring, making you blink out of whatever trance Eddie had you in.

“Yeah of course, Barb,”

“In private?”

“Oh, sure,” you dropped your can of beer on the floor, sliding it under your chair to minimize the chances of it getting spilled by a clumsy Tommy Hagan or Steve.

You fixed your jeans as you stood up, following Barbara down the stone path that led further down towards the forest parts of your garden.

“What’s up?” You questioned, folding your arms together, as if to shield yourself from any of her comments, and maybe from the slight wind that started blowing.

“You’ve got to be careful with Eddie.”

“Why?” You frowned, biting at your nails. “You’ve seen how he is, Eddie’s a sweetheart, Barb.”

She frowned even more than you, “yeah, but don’t you think it’s weird he’s only shown interest in you right around the time your brother got this new rule from your parents? And not only that but Steve has been acting really weirdly these past few days–”

“Barb, it’s Steve,” you cut her off, “he’s always acting weird,” you rolled her eyes and chuckled. A sharp laugh that made Barb look down to her feet. “Eddie makes me happy, okay? That’s all you need to know and that’s all that matters right now, okay?”

“Right,” the white toe of her shoe collided with a small rock on the ground, she rolled it around for what felt like a second too long before speaking again, “just think about it, please?”

“Barb, let’s get back to the party, okay?”

“I can’t believe you got my mutant sister to date you, man. Good job, honestly,” Steve chuckled, shaking his head as he grabbed his wallet from a wooden console in the hallway and continued his way towards the door.

Eddie frowned at Steve’s obliviousness. He seemed to be blind to the fact that you were truly infatuated with Eddie, forgetting the part where this was all a twisted deal. This made a new kind of ache rise inside his stomach.

Did your brother really care so little about you?

Eddie’s eyes trailed from the bowl that previously sheltered Steve’s wallet, not half full with keys and other trinkets Eddie didn’t know the use of. He looked up from it and noticed the frames hanging above the furniture. A green wooden frame caught his eye, a picture of you and Steve hugging. You must have been about five and six and Eddie wondered when it all started going down between the two of you. At which point did a flip switch in Steve to become the coldhearted douchebag he was today.

“Parallel universe where we got along,” Steve joked before nudging Eddie to join him by the door. Eddie expected for Steve to open the front door but instead he opened his wallet in half and slipped out two green bills.

“Here, as promised. That’s for tonight,” he handed Eddie a fifty, the brightest smirk plastered on his traits. He was happy, his investment was paying off. Eddie noticed the other bill was also a fifty, and he hoped he had ordered fifty dollars worth of pizza, because he thought he was going to throw up if it was another payment for another ‘task’ he’d have him do, another place he needed to take you.

“And that’s to take her to the Spring Fling,” Eddie didn’t make a move to grab the money, Steve didn’t seem to care and almost stuffed it into his hand. As if he was a vampire touching silver, Eddie felt the money burn his fingers, “and please, please convince her to go, my parents would never let me if she doesn’t.”

“Yeah, yeah I know the drill, Harrington,” the words felt bitter in his mouth. He stumbled a bit on his words, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to prepare his next words, he was ready to cut the deal off, give him the money back and pretend this deal never happened.

But Steve opened the door before he could get a word out, and Eddie instantly recognised the delivery boy as a client of his.

A young redhead who had graduated Hawkins High a year ago, he remembered learning that he was saving for college with his job at the one Surfer Boy Pizza location Hawkins had, but Eddie also knew that he was using a crazy amount of his savings on weed, and other shit, because half of the profit he’d made in the last few months came from him alone.

“Oh! Hey, Munson!” The boy’s face lit up when he recognised his dealer, “didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Makes two of us,” Eddie offered a smile, grabbing half of the pizza boxes while Steve handed him the money and grabbed the rest of the boxes himself, “I’ll see you later.”

“Yep,” the redhead grinned and Steve bidded him goodbye before closing the door with his foot.

“Thanks for the help,” he muttered, trotting to the back of the house. Eddie watched as Steve skillfully opened the door with his elbow, and the cool spring air hit his face again.

“Pizza's here!” Everyone cheered, and the two boys dropped the boxes on the now empty sunchair that used to host you and Eddie minutes prior.

You walked up to Eddie, melting at his side as he draped an arm around your waist.

“Did my brother annoy you?”

“No,” Eddie chuckled, a little awkwardly, his eyes darting to Steve who was circling the garden to turn on the lights.

The sky was darker now, night starting to shine in all its glory, taking it the reassurance of sunlight with it. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood though, weed had started to take over and the first beer pack had already disappeared into a pile of empty cans.

This was going to be a long night.

“So, you and Eddie hmm?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, but it so is my business.” Steve had the biggest smile on, the smile only faltering as he took another sip of his beer, chugging the end in one go.

"Oh, but it so isn't,” you caught Eddie’s eye from the other side of the pool, he was teaching Tommy how to roll a proper joint.

You watched as Eddie smiled, a freshly rolled joint in between his fingers while Tommy was grumbling something you couldn’t understand. Eddie, shrugging before standing up, tucking the cigarette on his ear as he made his way to you.

Tommy’s ego seemed to have calmed down and his thoughts soon caught the attention of something else. A devilish glint in his eyes as he ran across the pool and grabbed Carol by the waist, threatening to throw her in the pool.

She screamed, a piercing scream that made almost everyone giggle–even you.

“Stop it Tommy! Don’t!” She screamed until she was back on her two feet and you kind of wished he had thrown her in.

Steve left your side to grab a beer, piercing a hole through the bottom before opening the can and chugging it in one go. He made eye contact with you, throwing you one and you grabbed the knife closest to you to do the same. You watched as Steve slung himself across one of the lounge chairs by Nancy, trying to be as cool as possible but his poor attempts weren’t invisible.

“Is that supposed to impress me?” Nancy raised an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes at your brother’s nonchalance.

Eddie grabbed a beer, not paying any mind to Nancy and your brother as he made his way to you. You stood up from your sunchair and Eddie almost told you to stay put. That he’d just sit on the floor next to you but your actions were faster.

You made him sit down and you didn’t hesitate one second to sit on his lap, making yourself comfortable against him, legs tangling with each other on the extension of the chair.

“This is way more comfortable than the floor,” he whispered in your ear as his arm found its way across your waist.

“I know right?” You brought him into the most tender kiss, the way he made you feel all soft and mushy on the inside seeping through.

He smiled once you leaded away, smiling as you grabbed the swiss knife back from the garden table next to you and imitated your brother’s earlier actions–piercing a hole at the bottom of your can, and opening it, chugging the whole thing in one go.

“Oh, is this some kind of Harrington super power?” Eddie raised an eyebrow, making you laugh.

“Maybe, maybe,” you laughed and Eddie did too. The sounds of laughter are contagious to each other. You bumped your forehead into the side of his head lovingly and Eddie could feel your smile against his cheek.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” you whispered. “Without you, I don’t know what I’d be doing right now. Probably planning my next murder attempt on Steve,”

“Oh, because there’s been a first one?”

“A few.”

“Very metal of you, baby.”

“Hey, Barb, are you ok?” Nancy’s voice caught your attention, snapping you out of your bubble.

You watched as Barb clutched her hand, blood dripping out of it.

“I’m fine,”

“Barb, you’re bleeding.”

“I said I’m fine,” she shrugged Nancy’s help off and turned to Steve. “I’ll just go, clean up,” she nodded and you stood up from your spot in Eddie’s arms, grabbing her shoulder before she could take a step further.

“Hey Barb, I’ll go help you wrap that up. It doesn’t look good.”

“I’ll be fine Y/n/n, I don’t need your help,” she muttered, almost bumping into your shoulder before disappearing behind your back door.

“Awkward,” Tommy snicked, trying to relieve the tension. It made Carol and Steve laugh while you and Nancy shared a worried glance. This wasn’t like Barb at all.

But the tension quickly dissipated. Tommy knew very well what to do to save the night and pushed Carol into the pool only to jump after her. Steve did the same with Nancy and you took it as your cue to grab Eddie’s hand, making him leave his spot on your uncomfortable chair and jump with you in the pool.

The water felt colder than you expected. You hadn’t been in the pool since September, even if you had reopened and cleaned the pool only about a week ago, and the air still held on to the bits of winter, persuading you to stay in the comfort of your bedroom instead of taking a swim.

Barb seeped out of everyone’s minds as water splashed across the space. Steve splashing Nancy but the hit also falling onto you and Eddie who tread behind her.

The six of you fell into a loud water fight, making the concrete slabs beside of your pool sopping wet and the water even reaching the empty pizza boxes that were all cramped up in a corner by your small garden table.

You were so enthralled in watching Nancy trying to swim away from the menace that your brother could be, that you didn’t realize Eddie was behind you, making an easy strike as he grabbed you, enveloping you in his arms and pulling you closer by the waist. You squealed before you realized it was him, your back hitting his chest. You quickly melted in his embrace as his lips hovered the shell of your ear.

He whispered something you unfortunately didn’t catch over everyone's screaming, so you turned around in his arms to ask him what it was but by the time you were face to face with him, he pulled you into a kiss and dragged you down under the water with him, taking you by surprise. You pulled away, letting out a surprised breath under water, bubbles seeping out to climb the surface, but you quickly registered the gesture, and pulled him back into the kiss.

You were both laughing messes once you reached the surface, panting from being deprived of oxygen. Eddie pushed some wet locks out of your face, staring at you with star filled eyes.

A certain melancholy seeped through him as he watched you in awe–mesmerized by you. Your eyelashes filled with droplets of water, and your hair going crazy. He got closer, whispering something you this time heard loud and clear.

“Where were you all my life?”

You felt yourself grabbing his shoulder; a way to anchor yourself because if you didn't, you didn’t know how you could keep your knees from buckling and keep yourself from drowning. The water might have been freezing cold, but your entire body felt like fire under his touch.

“Right here,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to his cheek before resting your forehead against his.

“Why so far?” Butterflies rose to your stomach and even though the others were screeching and screaming behind you, you felt like it was only you and Eddie, holding each other in the corner of your pool.

“Hey lovebirds!” Of course, Tommy had to break the moment, sending a giant wave of water towards the two of you, making you snap out of your love spell and back to harsh reality.

“Here,” you grabbed one of your blue striped towels from the pool shed and handed it to Eddie.

“Thank you,” he placed it around his shoulders. He watched intently as you grabbed your own towel and started wrapping yourself around it, closing the pool shed right after.

You gazed up, watching as Steve and Nancy went inside the house, towels of their own wrapped around their shoulders, Carol and Tommy quickly following.

You shivered. The briskness of night setting in, reminding you this was only a random Wednesday night of April. It wasn’t a time to swim or take a dip in the pool just for kicks–It was spring as it barely emerged from a winter that you wished had morphed into the endless summer nights where the sun stayed high longer and you wouldn’t freeze the second you exited the pool.

“C’mon, let’s get you some dry clothes.”

Eddie nodded, and followed you in, noticing the way your damp hair swooshed with the wind as you walked, and the way you smiled as the warmth of the house engulfed you whole the second you stepped inside.

Eddie walked in after you, and you made sure the door was closed before wrapping your hand around his and walked further into the dim lighted room, right until you reached the brightly lit corridor.

“Hey Barb,” you frowned as you saw her, standing by your front door. “Everything ok?”

She watched with big eyes as your hand wrapped around the white railing of the staircase, other hand wrapped around Eddie’s as he trailed behind you.

“Yeah, yeah,” she dismissed it, watching as Eddie pressed the towel he held in his free hand against his wet curls, frowning at the redhead before him.

Even he knew she was lying.

“Where’s Nance?” You asked, perched up on the third step while Eddie played with the wet belt loops of your jeans, intently watching as you tried to know more of the reason behind your friend’s frown.

“Upstairs with your brother.”

“Ah,” you nodded, biting the inside of your cheek in thought.

“I’m going to go home,” she looked down at her shoes averting yours and Eddie’s gaze as best she could.

“You sure?” You frowned again, and Eddie squeezed the side of your waist in an attempt to sooth your thoughts. “Eds and I are just going to get dry clothes and then we’ll come back downstairs. We could play Uno?” You offered, remembering when you’d pull out your Uno deck at any given chance during boring school field trips, Nancy always complaining because she was so bad at it while Barb often took the win.

You could see the hesitancy in her eyes, memories flashing before her. “Thanks, but it’s late,” she cleared her throat and fixed her glasses.

You knew there was something else behind her voice, a sort of strain that told you ‘I don’t want to be more of a bother than I already am’.

“Alright, well, be careful ok?” You smiled and started making your way back up the stairs, Eddie nodding to Barb before following you up.

“Oh, and Y/n/n,” she caught your attention before you could reach the last step, waiting until you met her eyes before continuing; “please think on what I’ve told you,” your gaze softened and you had to prevent yourself from looking at Eddie, not to raise any suspicion that he was the lead subject of her words.

You had no intent on doing so, but just to give her a piece of mind you spoke, like a dance in the wind, “I will Barb, promise. Get home safely.”

You saw her shoulders slump from the corner of your eye as you climbed the last step, before taking a left towards your room.

“Well, since Steve is occupied, I can’t ask him for anything,” you looked behind you as you opened the door to your bedroom, Eddie’s big eyes intently staring back, “but I do own oversized band tees and stole a pair of sweats from Steve two weeks ago so you could use that?” You offered and Eddie couldn’t help the laughter that tumbled out of him at the proposition.

“That would be more than perfect.”

The door of your bedroom closed behind you with a soft thud, and Eddie found himself mesmerized by how similar your bedrooms were. Posters against posters, and a huge shelf with more fantasy books than Eddie could count. His mind went back to the first time Steve sat at the Hellfire table, while Eddie read through the list of books he’d found in your room. Indeed Steve hadn’t been lying, and the list he’d read on the crumpled white paper with Harrington’s sloppy handwriting found itself manifesting on your wooden shelves.

His eyes scanned every shelf and he found himself ogling at your Tolkein collection–all hardbacks with different colors and the recurring T symbol. Eddie had never seen such a beautiful collection of Tolkein’s work.

“My uncle gave them to me before he died, they’re pretty cool, don’t you think?”

“I think I’m falling in love with them,” you chuckled at his antics.

“Some of them are signed.”

“No way, can I?” He pointed towards the collections.

“Of course, Eddie. The Hobbit is signed if you want to see.”

Eddie pulled out the blue book in awe, fingers delicately dancing across the pages.

“You should see mine,” he smirked, “ripped out front covers and dead spines. I accidently burnt the first page of the two towers because I was smoking while reading, and Oliver, so not accidentally dropped his chewed gum in the middle of my Hobbit book.”

“Why?” You raised an eyebrow at the absurdity.

“He was mad because I accidentally scratched his guitar.”

“Well, wouldn’t you be mad if he stretched your Warlock?”

“Yeah, but that’s different. His was an old guitar that didn’t ring well, he was about to get a new one, anyways,” Eddie rolled his eyes before he continued to scan your shelves. “Oh my god, is that a mini replica of the millennium falcon?” He placed the copy of your hobbit back on the shelf, and grabbed the Star Wars miniature, eyes wide like a child who discovered his new favorite toy.

“Yeah,” you smiled as you opened your cupboard, scanning the shelves for the sweat pants and shirt you had promised Eddie. You threw two oversized Metallica shirts on your bed, and found sweatpants for you before finally getting your hands on Steve’s gray sweatpants. “I got it last summer when we went to California,” you spoke, grabbing the biggest shirt out of the two and the gray pants, handing them to Eddie as he placed the small figurine back on your shelf.

“I love it,” he kissed your cheek, thanking you for the clothes.

“Bathroom is in the corridor, first door on your left,” you pecked his lips, watching him as he scurried out of your room.

You sighed, a giddy smile on your lips as you changed into dry clothes of your own. When Eddie came back, he couldn’t keep his eyes from roaming the room. There was so much stuff he wasn’t sure where to look first.

He saw a stuffed Chewbacca on your bed, right by where your head laid, and snatched it from the spot. He sat at the edge of your mattress, turning it to you and making Chewbacca noises.

“You know what, Chewie? I agree,” you played along and Eddie continued his Chewie noises as if the doll was speaking.

You giggled, grabbing the plushie from Eddie and scooting yourself closer, kissing him silly.

Eddie’s hand found its place on your waist, pulling you closer but the kiss was broken by your ever growing smiles.

“You’re so silly, you know that?” You muttered, smiling like an idiot.

“And that’s why you like me so much.”

“You’re right,” you kissed him again, lips melting with him and moving in perfect sync. It was everything your previous kisses weren’t. Passionate and burning with envy as your hand found its place in his hair, gently tugging on his curls. Eddie groaned in your mouth as you continued gently pulling onto his locks, making a moan leave your own lips.

Eddie thought he was going to go crazy. His hand traveled up your thigh, pushing you up so you sat on his lap, hungrily kissing the corner of your lips before continuing his way down your jaw.

"Come to the dance with me," Eddie mumbled against your skin, kisses trailing lower until he found the spot that made you shiver.

"What?" You half moaned from the attention he was giving you and half chuckled at the absurdity of the question.

"Come to the dance with me," his voice was more serious now, a slight pant in his breath. He stopped what he was doing and straightened up, eyes leveling with yours.

"No, no, I heard you. Why?" You pushed a strand of hair away from his eyes. “I thought you hated that kind of stuff, because I definitely do.”

"Gareth is going with a girl he really likes and he doesn't want to be the only Hellfire guy there," he half lied. Oliver was going too but you didn't need to know that, yet.

You sighed, fingers dancing across the Metallica writing on the chest of his shirt.

“Eds-”

“Think about it, please?”

You bit your lip, looking up to meet his big chocolate eyes, peering at you almost like a lost puppy; how could you refuse him anything when he looked like that. “I’ll let you know, Eds,” you bit your lip. “No promises.”

“Alright,” he breathed out, one ringed hand reaching up to cup your face. His thumb brushed over your cheek and you felt yourself melt into his touch again.

You leaned in, breaths mixing together until your lips brushed each others, melting back into a kiss–this time it was more desperate, he kissed you with a gentle urgency and you were already breathless in his mouth as you felt his fingers brush your bare skin under the soft material of your shirt. His hand itched to travel upwards, but the deal was still tugging at the back of his mind, like a faint melody, haunting him.

But that melody was just a faint whisper as you repositioned yourself on his lap, now straddling him as the kisses only grew hungrier, more desperate. Desperate to get closer, to feel him against you as much as you could.

Your mind was all Eddie, and you didn’t mind one bit.

In fact you were welcoming his ever hypnotising presence, letting you melt and engulf in everything that he was–you fitted together like pieces of a puzzle, and the words he’d spoken to you while you were enveloped in the cold water of your swimming pool resonated again through you; ‘where were you all my life?’

Where had he been all this time? Your knight in shinning black armor. You wondered if life would have been easier if he had been by your side earlier. If the nagging from Steve and the bullying from his friends would have effected you less if you had each other–if you had been there to protect one another from the jungle that was Hawkins High.

The cold metal of his rings agains’t your waist brought you back to the present–and suddenly you knew you weren’t going to be alone in the treacherous sea of Hawkins, that you didn’t need to be scared of the sharks anymore. That you would have no more use for the walls you had spend all these years building. That you could take a break from your Heinous Bitch alter ego.

But as the moment went on, Eddie already knew where this had taken a turn–the nagging melody only grew louder, and he felt himself come back to his sense–as if waking up from the intoxicating hold you had on him.

Suddenly, he felt guilty for the way he was touching you and pulled his hand from the soft skin of your waist as though it was burning him. His heart knew this was right, but his mind knew it was wrong–and Eddie felt himself get torn apart the more your lips danced together in perfect rhythm.

He hummed against your lips, in an attempt to wake you from the same daze that he had abruptly been ripped away from.

"We- we should stop,” the words left his lips before he could over think more than he was already constrained too. “I- I should go." He looked at your face, his own fake smile flailing at the hurt your eyes held.

“What?” You panted, pushing yourself back so you could take a better look at him, trying to understand what made him stop his actions “Eddie-” you grabbed his shoulder, hoping it would keep him here, anchor him back to you.

But instead he offered you the poorest of excuses; “It’s getting late,” you only registered that he had moved you away from his lap and back onto the bed when you watched him stand up, and pace around to gather his things, “we have school tomorrow, remember?”

“Since when do you care about school?” You half joked, hoping this would help Eddie give a clearer explanation to his sudden need for his departure. You watched as Eddie snorted from your truthful comment, but patiently waited for more words to fall out his mouth.

“Since I’ve got a pretty girl helping me with my homework,” he approached, hoping to ease the tension. He came over to you with a genuine smile and bopped your nose, fingers lingering on the soft skin of your cheek.

"Eddie,” you muttered, barely audible, and Eddie felt a new pang of guilt eat him up as he watched you–head falling down as you grabbed his other hand and played with his rings. “Why do every time I take a step forward you take two steps back?"

He froze–all thoughts fleeting out of his brain, threatening to shut his system down. He knew why, but he could never tell you, he didn’t know what he should even tell you. What words he could use to not dig himself a bigger hole and discern the trust it took so long gaining.

"You chase me around and when I finally cave in, you push me away?" Your mind flashed back to the first time you had tried to kiss him–when he had dropped you off after that damned party.

"I just-" He whispered, hoping he would find a quick way to defrost from the prison of his thought, trying to scrape at the sanity he was holding on to, trying the situation. "I want to take things slow with you," your frown only deepened.

"Sweetheart, I really really like you, and everything is happening so fast," the second part of this sentence couldn’t be so far from the truth; hell he could marry you tomorrow and he’d be the happiest man on earth.

He heard your sigh and was too cowardly to look at you. Fear lay heavy on his stomach the more this went on; traveling to his heart and seeping into his chest to spread all over him. Killing him softly with every passing minute.

He wished he had called the deal off hours ago when he had the chance. Give Steve his money back before he even opened the door for the delivery man; and maybe, just maybe tonight would have been different and guilt wouldn’t be eating him up like it was now.

“Ok,” you nodded, trying to hide the small ache that had started in your own chest.

You were going to try and say something else; bid him good night and tell him you’d see him tomorrow, hoping that sleeping on this whole situation would make it better for the both of you, give you answers to his behaviorvbut a loud, unrecognizable noise screeched from the garden.

"Did you hear that?" Eddie’s head snapped towards your window.

"Yeah,” you stood up, pushing the curtains open without a second thought. You both peered down, but saw nothing. The water of the pool was still, the lights creating shadows at the bottom and stray leaves dancing ontop the water.

Eddie turned his head towards you, “what do you think it was?”

“I don’t know,” you frowned, fingers dropping their grip on the soft material of your curtains once you had finished scanning the whole area visible from your small window.

You looked up to meet Eddie; not really knowing what to do with the silence dancing across the two of you.

“You should go,” you offered a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Eds.”

“Y/n,” Eddie grabbed your wrist before you could move. “I really, really, like you, you know?” He breathed out, a hint of desperation in his voice that made you smile.

You leaned into his touch, taking a step forward, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.

“I really like you too, Eddie.”

“Good.”

“Good,” you repeated. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Final Girl Part 2 - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: Clearing out drafts.

Warning: Slasher, cursing, trauma

Word Count:3843

Part One Here

Enjoy!

“THAT WAS AMAZING!” Dustin cries coming out of the theater with wild eyes that make Eddie debate if it was a good idea to get the kid an icey. But at the same time he could not judge his friends excitement because he was just as amazed as the boy, his blood pumping under his skin.

“I mean the chase scene was insane, when she has to climb through the window of the van?”

“You just like that her panties flashed.” Eddie laughs, thoughts going back to the lead actress in the tiny slip dress they had put her in, and the way the camera just blatantly showed her ass in the shot. Not that he minded. “Which was an amazing shot.”

“I can’t believe they were upstairs screwing while her best friend was getting her throat slashed. Poor Mila, the main character *knockoff of your name k/y/n* was a shit friend.”

“Exactly! You knew people were dying and you still went to a party to get laid?! I would never leave you behind Dustin.” Eddie smiles, “Okay well maybe for 10 minutes.”

“All it would take you was 2.” Dustin scoffs and Eddie’s eyes widen.

“Where do you learn to say these things? It’s that Wheeler dweeb isn’t it? Don’t listen to him because I can guarantee he has never even touched 10’s boo-”

“Eleven.”

“Yeah yeah.” Eddie smiles, hand subconsciously moving up to rub at his side from the memory of the girl, flashes of black and red smoke before bats teeth all coming at him at once. The breath gets caught in his lungs as he tries to blink the memories away while Dustin slurps down the rest of the blue icey.

“You okay?” His curly haired friend asks, blinking slowly.

“Yeah man,” Eddie forces a smile on his face as he shrugs, forcing his hand away from his side even though he could still feel the stinging. A giggle could be heard closer to the popcorn stand which made Eddie whip around as if there was a chance you would be there.

This was not your scene, he knew that, and thinking back on it he couldn’t remember ever seeing you in a crowded place before. He didn’t ever see you with…anyone.

But you had admitted yourself that you liked being alone and he could get that. He hated being alone but it was very easy to find all the loners of the world and form an easy alliance.

“Munson!” Someone calls, snapping his and Dustin's attention over to where Paul was coming through the theater doors, mohawk and all. “Hey man. Rock on.”

“You here to see ‘Slashed’?” Eddie asks, a smile spreading across his face slowly as the punk rocker smiles himself.

“You know it, man.” He laughs, bringing his tattooed hands up to hold a mask just like the one from the movie to his face. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Dustin laughs quickly, drawing Pauls eyes to him. They begin a conversation as Eddie takes a sharp breath in, excusing himself to the bathroom for a moment.

The second he gets to the stall he lifts his shirt to rub his palm against the scarred flesh, feeling a bit of bone through the thin skin at his ribcage. A pained gasp tears from him as his eyes water a bit, blinking away the images of the bats attacking him.

It’s not real. It’s not real it’s not real-

His forehead hits the nasty wall of the bathroom stall as he thinks of happy thoughts. Your kiss, dnd, his band, his uncle.

His Uncle. Damn. When was the last time he called his uncle.

“Get your ass right back in that bed.” Wayne snaps, coming into the hospital room with a newspaper under his arm and a steaming cup of coffee, the bags under his eyes prominent and the red puffy eyes just as noticeable. “Before I take my belt and-”

Before he can finish his sentence Eddie is climbing back into the bed, eyes wide as he ignores the pain in his side and lays back down.

“Don’t forget the mask.” His uncle snaps, taking a quick seat on the only open chair, a chair that Eddie was sure was entirely uncomfortable.

They were at a weird stage. Wayne was pissed, pissed that everything happened and he still wasn’t getting straight answers. Pissed that his nephew, son, had been found near their trailer with half his skin torn off and practically bleeding out. Pissed that everyone had blamed him for Chrissy Cunningham.

Pissed that his boy was keeping something from him.

Meanwhile Eddie was scared. Scared that Wayne would become involved and scared that if he spoke the truth then Wayne would take the fall for some of it.

They had gotten so lucky that Jason Carver was able to take the fall…..if anyone could find him.

“Edward. Put the damn mask on.” Wayne grunts, watching the boy roll his eyes.

“I am so bored.” Eddie whines. They had put him in a room with no windows or tv, keeping him from the outside world. The government was doing their best to keep everything under wraps.

Wayne scoffs, folding up half the newspaper and chucking it at his face, it smacks Eddie’s cheek and his uncle gives him a small smile. A slight olive branch in this moment that Eddie takes greedily, smiling at his uncle and putting the mask on his face before reading his half of the paper.

“Teenage Massacre at a lakehouse.” The main headline read, talking about a small town where it happened.

4 survivors, 15 dead. That was absolutely insane.

It takes him a couple minutes to get the pain under control before he heads back out to the snack area where Dustin is buying another Icey.

“What’s going on?” He asks, looking to where Paul is walking back up.

“Alright, three movie tickets to slashed on me. Let’s go boys.”

“Again?” Eddie scoffs, watching Dustin take a slurp from his icey, this time red. He can see the sugar in the kids eyes and already knows the answer. “Alright. I’m in.”

You spent the weekend in your blankets, ignoring the phone and ignoring the mean looks your roommate gave you going in and out.

You didn’t want to know what the world outside was saying and if you moved then you might see them. You would not last it.

By the time Monday rolled around you barely dragged yourself to the shower, sobbing under the water before trudging your way to class, keeping your head down as people ran around you.

“RAHHHH!” Someone shouts right next to your shoulder, making you scream out and flinch, looking to the masked jock that was currently cracking up. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Fuck off.” You snap, your knife wounds freezing under all your layers.

“Woah, no need to be a frigid-”

“I do not recommend finishing that sentence.” The deep honey voice you know all too well sounds from behind you before you feel a warmth on your shoulder telling you that Eddie was standing right behind you. “She’s got a heavy book in your hand that I will gladly watch her shatter your nose with.”

“I’ll do it.” You nod, your stomach unclenching and your fists unraveling now that Eddie is near.

The jock rolls his eyes, tearing the mask off his face and moving back to his friend group, something lodging in his throat when you catch a glimpse of Maya standing with them. She wasn’t talking to them, merely looking at you, smiling softly at you.

She smiled at you.

Sure you had seen them smile, but your friends never really looked at you, the only ones that looked to your eyes were…..

“How was your weekend?” Eddie asks nervously, catching your attention easily as you turn around. “I tried calling your room yesterday and-”

“Sorry, I was extremely busy with classwork.” You lie, walking side by side with him. “I…. I am sorry if I seemed really off the other night-”

“Hey, woah woah.” He blushes, hands shooting out to stop you. “No need to apologize, if the kiss made you uncomfortable-”

“It didn’t.” You rush out, “I really liked it-”

“Good because I would love to do it again sometime.” He smiles, his rings glinting in the fresh morning sunlight as he fixes his leather jacket nervously. “My friend Dustin is doing a tour tonight with some of his friends from camp and maybe we can get some food tonight-”

“I can’t tonight.” I have plans for a dreadful call with my parents. “But how about lunch after class tomorrow?”

“Sounds awesome.” He smiles, holding out his hand for you which you take softly and walk to class with him. When you enter your eyes immediately go to your classmate Paul, who had dyed his mohawk a bright pink and lime. He lights up when he sees Eddie, holding up a rock sign and sticking out his tongue.

Eddie does the same, and you catch him rubbing his side softly but don’t think too much on it. So instead you smile at Paul when he waves to you, but all you could see was Dylan. Dylan who had handed you your first beer of the night, Dylan who had yelled at you to run.

Dylan who used to copy off your paper in math, then would complain when you got most of the answers wrong.

“You okay?” Eddie asks, sitting down slowly.

“Yeah. Just trying to remember if we had homework.” You smile and he raises an eyebrow.

“You can always see if we had an assignment by checking the box where our professor writes them down.” He smiles, and you can’t fight your own smile as you sit down.

“It will pass.” You snap, pacing back and forth in your dorm as you struggle with the phone chord. “This whole-”

“Y/n, they named a character k/y/n. You know how close that is to Y/n?” Randy scoffs.

“Considering my name is Y/n yes-”

“They named me Randall. And Maya is Mila and Dylan is-”

“What did they call……” You can’t say the names, even saying them out loud might make everything come back.

“They kept their original names.” Everyone knows. Everyone is laughing at you.

“This will blow over. The movie will lose it’s appeal and-” “They showed a kill in the first five minutes. People are already claiming it a cult classic.”

“Randy.” You snap, rolling your eyes as you turn around to look out the window, drawing back when you see them standing there, smiling slowly at you. “Igottago.”

“Y/n, no please-” You hand up quickly, breath coming out ragged and uneven as you turn to your closet. A scream tears out when you come chest to chest with Billy.

Not real. Notrealnotrealnotreal

A knock sounds off at the door, and Billy is gone. So you move to the door, taking a moment to breathe in and open it slowly.

Eddie is standing there, holding a bag with a small smile on his face.

“I brought you dinner because I figured you would be held up with our assignment tonight.” He says happily and a smile breaks out on your face as your shoulders ease up. But then his eyes slipped down your body, catching on the large scar that covered most of your right thigh. And just like that you were tense again, a panic coursing through your veins as you tried to smile.

“J-just give me a moment to get dressed.” You rush out and he nods easily, hand rubbing at his side while you slam the door.

He doesn’t mention the scars for the rest of the night while you joke around, sitting on the floor as he imitates your shared professor, barely able to breathe from all the laughing.

“You gotta stop.” You laugh, rubbing at your eyes softly to stop the tears brought on by your laugh.

“Am I wrong?” He laughs, coming to sit by you once more, tripping over his shoe as he hits the floor. You gasp out, laughing as your hands move to rub his arm and make sure he is okay from the fall while he throws his head back to cackle.

The hellfire shirt he wore rides up a little, and you see a small glimpse of scarred flesh on his side that has your eyes widening, looking away before he could see you looking.

“Why did you choose this school?” You blurt, watching him pull himself and sit side by side.

“Scholarship.” He sighs, giving you a side smile that screams lie lie lie.

“Why did you really choose this school?”

“The government sent me here to get rid of me.” He sighs, eyes twinkling in amusement. And though you laugh at his joke there is something real in the answer.

“They catch you stealing an alien?”

“How did you know?!” He laughs and you find yourself giggling. “What about you?”

You consider lying, but you never really wanted to lie and Eddie seems like the one person on this earth that you wouldn’t have to. So you found a good medium for both.

“I figured no one would recognize me here.” You shrug.

“Oh, secret rockstar are we?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t recognize me.” And just like that you both were back to laughing, noses pressed to each other as you got closer and closer. Until finally your lips met, softly at first, slow and gentle. His lips were smooth and his hand was warm when it came up to rest on your jaw.

Then it turned to something more, gentle became obsessed and before you knew it you were both making out on the floor, your hands in his hair and his own on your jaw.

You felt free, and this was your first kiss since it had all happened, and you were extremely pleased to note that you weren’t nervous. You weren’t scared or nervous.

You were yourself with Eddie, and you were absolutely obsessed with this.

In a quick moment of bravery you move to lift the shirt you had been wearing, Eddie’s eyes going wide with excitement as his lips move in an ‘o’ shape, lips puffy.

His eyes survey you, that o shape never moving as he reaches a hand up slowly to touch your collarbone every gently, eyes catching on the scar held on your arm and the longer one across your stomach.

“H-how did you get-” Before he could keep asking the door opens and you rush for your shirt with his help, scrambling apart as your roommate comes in. Her annoyed look transforms into one of surprise at a boy in your room, a gasp tearing from her throat as Eddie scrambles up and snatches his shoes.

“I should get going. Dustins tour will end soon.” He rushes out, turning to you. You don’t know what to say and he seems to be at a loss for words himself, and finally he leans forward and gives you a kiss, resting his forehead against your own before wishing you a goodnight.

The second the door shuts behind him she turns to you and lets out a gentle laugh. “And here I thought you would be wallowing again.”

Bitch.

“God, your roommate is a drag.” Eddie groans two months later, laughing when you slap him with a pillow, tickling the bottom of your foot which makes you draw your legs away from him quickly.

Two months had passed since the faithful day you exposed yourself to him, something you hadn’t done since. You had panicked here and there on whether he would get annoyed by this, by the lack of sex in your relationship but you were extremely pleased to see that he did not mind it.

You never got to see his scars but he never really pressured you for an answer on your own since.

Today you found yourself sitting with him on your bed as you both caught up on your reading. Your roommate had left a mere couple minutes ago after spending most the afternoon gabbing with her friends on the phone while you and Eddie tried to concentrate.

“Did you hear baby, Olivia is like soooooo pregnant..” Eddie imitates your roommate, rolling his eyes as he crawls up to lay side by side with you.

“I heard it was with Mitchell from her chemistry class.” You whisper, matching the energy.

“I heard it was Simon from chemistry class.”

“Oh no. She might have to get a paternity test.” You giggle, nose pressing against his.

“I would recommend it. Otherwise we will see Simon and Mitchell fighting in the courtyard any day now.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you quickly before moving to look at his book.

“I did not read.”

“It’s because you were listening to gossip girl over there.”

“What page are you on?”

“210.”

“Jesus, baby how do you read-”

“You’re a massive dork.” You scoff before looking over to the time. “It’s 3.”

“Shit.” Eddie sighs, sitting up. “I have to get to work. Meet for dinner later? You can help me study since I didn’t read.”

“Meet you at 9?” You smile, allowing him to kiss your forehead before grabbing his jacket and standing.

“Make it 8.”

The shop had been too busy for Eddie tonight, and by the time he left his shirt was smudged with grease, and he had been forced to change into the backup clothes he kept in his locker. Ignoring the shocked look he got from his boss when his scars were exposed and pulling the black tee over his head.

It was a plain black tee with the mask from the movie slashed over it, something Dustin had sent him as a gift with a firm reminder that Eddie was going to be hosting the movie marathon this christmas break and Slashed would be the main premiere of it.

He had laughed at it but hadn’t worn the shirt out yet and was shocked to find that it still smelled new as he tried brushing his hair down.

It had been two months since the movie came out, and two months since he began dating you. Things had been going great.

Except for the fact that he couldn't work up the nerve to ask you about your scars.

He never wanted you to ask about him, which was one of the biggest reasons he never asked. But there was something in his chest everytime he thought about yours, who had hurt you? How could he help?

Who could he kill?

His scars, that you had yet to see, could be hidden by a quick ‘it was an animal attack’. But yours were from a weapon and he remembered the girl from slashed screaming in pain and pictured you in that role and rage built through him.

But he never asked, and he never pushed you for an answer. Instead he chose to enjoy his time with you, and he was desperate to enjoy his time with you tonight after a stressful day at work.

He drove back to campus, choosing to park his car by his dorm and walk to the pizza place, teeth chattering from the cold as he did his best not to slip on ice.

He found that the further into winter he got the less people walked, but tonight? Tonight was packed. There were whispers, and Eddie already knew that there must have been a great deal of gossip, a smile making it’s way across his lips as he thinks about telling you, probably would make a snide comment on ‘Olivias’ behalf. Take a guess who the father would be.

“Yeahhhh, what’s your favorite scary movie?!” Someone cheers, shaking their newspaper at Eddie before pointing to his shirt, which confuses Eddie to no end.

The shirt and comment Eddie understood, but the newspaper truly lost him.

But he ignores it, coming up to the door of the pizza place and spotting you through the window. But something was wrong, you seemed to be looking everywhere and nowhere at once, and everyone seemed to be whispering about you.

He rushes to the table, blowing hot hair in his palms as he sits across from you while you stare. “Are you okay?”

“Me?” You try to smile, reaching forward to help warm his hands. “Of course. But there is definitely something going on right now.”

But there was something off with you, he couldn’t read it but he could see that you were upset about something. Tellmetellmetellme..

“I’m saying it now. Olivia must have shown a baby bump.” He jokes, before getting a little serious. “Hey, I was wondering if we could talk about something…”

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I… so that day in your room-” He blanches a bit, clearing his throat before nodding slowly. “I wanted to ask about your scars.”

He takes his jacket off, watching you slowly as your eyes widen and you fall deathly pale. Shit, I shouldn’t have asked.

“Onlyifyouwanttotalkaboutitofcourse.”He rushes out, watching you blink slowly at him. “It’s just that…. I…. I just want you to be okay and I want to make sure that I never make you uncomfortable-”

A sting hits his cheek quickly and a slap sounds out in the air, filling him with confusion and shock. His ringed hand comes up to cover his cheek as everyone gasps in shock, he makes eye contact with you and sees tears spilling from your eyes freely.

“I am sorry for asking-” He rushes out, only for you to interrupt him.

“Stay the fuck away from me you freak.” What the hell?

His chest tightens at the name as you rush out into the winter air, and it takes him a moment to catch up before he stands quickly and dashes to follow you. “Y/N!”

You ignore him, shaking your head as you try to dash off. Eddie tries to catch up, running into someone who is taking a picture of you with a camera and a protective flare fills him as he glares.

“What the…”

“It’s her. Oh my god it’s the final girl.” Someone else whispers and Eddie can do nothing but watch as more people recognize you while you pass.

You cast him one more look before running, and someone shoves at his chest.

“She deserves privacy.” A hippie looking girl asks, shaking her head. “You are all disgusting-”

“What the hell is going on?” He blurts before someone in a mask comes up.

“Fuck yeah man.”

Eddie was lost, he had absolutely no clue what was happening right now and his cheek stung in the night air. He couldn’t catch his breath and his side hurt, he was in pain and there were so many people around and-

A newspaper is shoved in his face, your name catching his attention.

‘Final Girl Revealed.’

Holy……shit……

Part three here

(There is no SCREAM without Jenna and Melissa.)

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You are who you choose to be; Eddie Munson x reader

Well this is probably the first update of the new year idk but this idea's been buzzing around my head over the weekend and it took me just a couple of days to write it all down. Now awhile back someone mentioned a SKY HIGH AU! With Eddie Munson, now that got me thinking 'hell yeah I loved Sky High growing up and yeah I love the idea of him potentially being like Warren Peace with fire but then again, what if I took it another direction, and made him a waterbender/bloodbender'?

I won't give too much away you'll just have to read on to find out but here you guys go. Now some warnings since this is a MA style of super hero fics.

Warnings: swearing, bad parenting, kidnapping, mentions of r*pe (not on reader or any of the main cast of characters but it is mentioned so just heads up), some angst, and a bit of fluff.

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@plethora-of-things

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Lunchtime at Hawkins Academy was always a hustle and bustle. Everyone in a rush to grab the first chocolate pudding cup or be the first in line to get their lunch and meet their friends. But when those students all have some type of super-power, you know there’s bound to be trouble.

Thankfully I managed to get my lunch just before the first wave of students got there (minus those with super speed or teleportation) and I was the first person to reserve our table. As more students came piling into the cafeteria I soon spotted the first group of my circle of friends. I waved them over and soon they came over.

“Hey (n/n) surprised to see you here first.” Said Robin.

“Hey when it’s double stuffed crust pizza day I’ve gotta be first. Or at least be after the speedsters and teleporters.” I told her.

“I hear yah, although I don’t understand how you can stomach all of that grease.” Said Vicki.

“I told you not to eat the double stuffed crust at Giovanni’s. You eat that bad pizza and it scars you from pizza forever.” I reprimanded her.

“I just don’t see how either of you can stomach dairy products or anything meat wise. Don’t you know that I’ve been half of those animals?” Robin lectured us.

“Yes Robin we know.” Who would’ve thought that being an animal shapeshifter would turn a person into a hardcore vegetarian. Even though Robin’s got this laid-back, snarky, sassy attitude, she can be pretty hardcore when it comes to vegetarian products needing to be enforced. Hell I remember last year how she and Steve nearly tore their friendship apart from their Meat vs. Veggies menu planner for the school lunches.

“I swear if I have to hear coach Boomer scream at me one more time, I’m not only gonna need some hearing aids by the time I graduate, but a titanium skeleton.” Steve said as he and Nancy soon came walking side by side.

“The coach on your case again, Harrington?” asked Robin as they sat down. Steve to Robin’s left while Nancy sat beside me.

“More than that. Think his last sonic boom he gave me made me throw my shoulder out. Probably gotta skip my next class just to go see the nurse.” He said rubbing his shoulder.

“So Nance, how’s your brother and his friends coming along so far?” I asked her.

“I’m told Mike, Dustin and Will got put into Hero Support while Lucas and Max were placed in the Hero class.”

“Damn, see this is why I hate the Hero vs Hero Support system of High school. Those boys have been together since preschool. And Max really got in with the guys when she joined them back when they were in 7th grade.” I said waving my spoon around before dipping it into my pudding cup and taking a big chunk of pudding into my mouth.

“Mike and Dustin don’t seem to really mind it. After all Mike still hasn’t really gotten his powers yet.”

“Still?” I asked incredulously and Nancy nodded.

“And I’ve tried working with Dustin’s powers but the glowing thing it-it—I’m sorry but it’s not a power. No matter how many times he says it is.” Steve said.

“Do you think we should offer them a place to sit here? At least for today?” I suggested.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Seems your boy’s already heard the news and has offered a few spots at his round table.” Robin teased as she gestured behind us. A few tables over was what everyone deemed ‘The Mizfitz table’. A table where hero or sidekick could sit equally without the forced conformity being placed over them.

Running the table was one of the more infamous students known to Hawkin’s Academy, Eddie Munson. On the outside he may look mean and scary with his many tribal tattoos, his wild, unruly mane that he calls hair, or the many rings he sports on his fingers. But he’s one of the most powerful Water-benders this school has ever known.

I had seen for myself how when he was first placed in the Hero class, he actually managed to pull water from the air as well as from the plants that had been made by another student to create a water cloak (basically creating a barrier made of numerous tentacle-like arms). However it wasn’t his Waterbending skills that got people talking, but his heritage.

You see while most of the students here are either the sons and daughters of either two heroes, or one hero and civilian, Eddie Munson was the child of both a hero and a villain. His mother, before her passing in childbirth (or so I’m told), was known as Lunar Eclipse with the power to use the light of the Moon to push and pull the tides and bend water to her will. His father, however, that’s what marred Eddie Munson as a villain to everyone in Hawkins, and not just here in school.

His father’s name was Alan Munson aka The Puppetmaster. A man with the ability to control the water in another person’s body, enforcing his own will over theirs. He ran the town’s deep underground criminal ring and got away with nearly every trail until the one that my Father actually worked on. Thanks to him and his two partners, they were able to put Alan Munson away quadruple life sentences.

But even though it was my father’s ‘daytime job’ that put him away, the times I’ve interacted with Eddie were never hostile. In fact he seemed glad to be rid of his father. His uncle (who never got his powers) ended up raising Eddie after his father had been sent to jail. And Eddie has said that he’s never felt more happier than he’s been since being raised by his uncle.

And I also won’t deny that for the past few years I’ve been secretly harboring a crush on the ‘bad boy’ of Hawkin’s Academy.

“Really (Y/n)? I can’t understand why you’re falling for someone like him?” Steve asked as he ate his banana.

“Oh leave her alone Steve!” Robin shoved him. “Let our little (Y/n) fawn for her blood-bending bad boy.”

“He doesn’t blood-bend! He hates it when people assume he does!” I snapped at her. Everyone looked at me wide-eyed as I sat back down and felt my face burning up.

“Boy you’ve got it bad.” Nancy told me.

“Shut up! I just hate it when people judge him based on his bloodline. I mean hell Steve, just because you’re the son of The Commander and Jetstream didn’t mean that at first you were the humble idiot you are today.”

“Hey!”

“She is right. You were a douchebag back in the day before the whole Vecna thing happened our 3rd year.” Robin said.

“Yeah, and even when we were dating at the time all you talked about was yourself or which freshman you were going to give the first swirly to.” Nancy chimed up.

“Alright, alright yeesh. I know I was a real asshole back then. No need to rub it in.” Steve said as he went back to his banana.

“If you like him so much, why don’t you ask him out?” asked Vicki.

“I—I don’t think he’d ever want to go on a date with me.” I said fiddling with my pudding.

“Is it because of your dad putting his dad away?”

“Actually no, they talk pretty much anytime they cross each other. All on friendly terms, perhaps a bit too friendly.” Nancy teased as she poked me in the ribs to which I let out a squeak and punched her in the arm. She rubbed her arm and I said to Vicki.

“What I mean is, I don’t think I’m his type. I mean he actually has powers, I’m just a girl who can do acrobatic skills.”

“(Y/n), you’re the daughter of Daredevil—” Robin spoke but I interrupted her.

“Adopted daughter.”

“Details. My point is, Eddie is like the King of non-conformist. If he didn’t want to date you because of your lack of powers, then he’s a hypocrite. And that’s about the worst type of villain you can ask for. Well except for corporate, misogynistic pricks that try to force women who they should love or what they eat.” Vicki took her hand and gently squeezed it. Robin took a deep breath and rested her head onto Vicki’s shoulder and the two cuddled close to each other.

“Just think, that could be you and Eddie if you grow a pair and talk to him.” Said Nancy. I turned over towards the Mizfitz table and saw as Eddie was being his usual animated self and the guys all around him were laughing at whatever story he was spinning.

“How can he also be so adorable just by getting animated when telling a story?” Nancy and Vicki giggled at my statement while Robin and Steve rolled their eyes muttering lowly.

“Oh please.” I kept my eyes on Eddie and I swore for a brief moment I saw him look straight back at me and give me a wink to which I blushed and gave him a small wave.

By the end of the day it was now my last class and one of the other classes I shared with Eddie, Heroism Athletics. Today’s practice was the traditional ‘Save the Citizen’ where two people could either be Heroes or Villains and the heroes only had 2 minutes to stop their villains and save the citizen before they were killed.

So far the reigning Kings for the past three years were the Heroes Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove, however if you ask me those boys are far from what you would call ‘Heroes’. Steve used to hang with Tommy back in the day and Tommy practically poisoned Steve’s mind with arrogance and ego. But when Billy came along and knocked Steve as the ‘King of Hawkins Academy’, Tommy ditched Steve and teamed up with Billy.

And when it came to ‘Save the citizen’ those two did everything in the book to cheat. Even when someone would call out to Coach Boomer about an illegal move, he’s merely brush it aside unless the attack was directed towards him. Like before, Tommy and Billy were slaughtering the villains that were Mako and Bolin.

“Those brothers really do know how to bend Earth and Fire together.” Eddie’s voice soon came up beside me. I jumped at the sudden voice to which Eddie raised his hands in surrender, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, no it’s-it’s okay. Yeah I was just lost in the match.”

“I get it. Now I’ve seen those brothers bounce back at the last second, hopefully they’ll knock those douchebags down a peg or three.”

“Yeah. God knows they deserve it. It’s not every day you see a horse with two rear-ends.” Eddie gawked and let out a laugh.

“Damn you’re brutal. Remind me to never get on your bad side.” We then watched as the brothers had been defeated and the citizen had been saved. Tommy slamming the mannequin down to the floor like she was a football and chest bumping with Billy as the students all cheered. I turned to see Mako help his little brother stand up and the two hobbled away. “Looks like a healing session is in order for Bolin before Hellfire tonight.”

“Hellfire? Is that your band name or something?”

“Actually yes it is. Since Jeff and Gareth moved out of the state, turns out Bolin plays a wicked drum solo and Mako’s not half bad on bass. We’ve got a gig coming up this Saturday. You should come see us.”

“Really? You’re inviting me?”

“Of course. I mean it’s not the Garden but gotta start somewhere right? Plus we do get a crowd. Of about five—drunks. At least with you you’d be sober.” I laughed as Coach Boomer announced.

“Alright, one last round before we clock out. Hargrove, Hagan, Heroes of Villains?”

“Heroes!” proclaimed Tommy.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” the coach muttered before saying in his normal loud tone, “Alright choose your villains.” The two of them looked at each other before announcing.

“Munson and (L/n).” My eyes widened as I turned to Eddie while Coach Boomer proclaimed.

“Alright, Munson, (L/n). Gear up!” Eddie and I stood up and we walked down towards the arena and put on the padding that was required for ‘Save the citizen’. Once we came out onto the arena, we saw as the two of them smirked maliciously at us.

“Let me handle Hargrove, Hagan is all yours.” Eddie told me. I turned to him and asked.

“You sure?” I remember how last year when Eddie and Billy fought against each other for a Hero vs. Villian exam, Billy nearly put Eddie into a coma. He nodded and told me.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna go against Hargrove.” He rubbed his shoulder from when I had actually heard Billy break the bone that held his left shoulder in place. “Plus, Tommy won’t expect what else you’ve been working on.” I softly grinned and we both turned to our Heroes as we stood side by side in first fighter’s stance.

“BEGIN!!” The clock began the countdown and the four of us charged at each other. Billy flew in the air and immediately fired his laser eyes towards Eddie but Eddie created water tentacles around his arms and quickly sprung out of the way leaving Tommy and I to meet each other head on.

Tommy Hagan was a weapons specialist. Like any good back-stabbing son of a bitch, he always seemed to have any type of small sharp weapons hidden within his person. Be it arrows, shurikens, small daggers and knives, and even flying ninja stars, Tommy is a force to be reckoned with, but when it comes to speed he’s not so good.

As he fired a few arrows toward me, I cartwheeled out of the way before doing a summersault and took out my dad’s old billy-clubs he had given to me on my 1st year here at school. A little bit of extra protection he called it, plus it was like having the infamous ‘Man without fear’ being there at my side. When he shot out five kunais in my direction, I used the billy clubs to block and redirect them before charging at him again but he shot out several more arrows in my direction.

Using the wall to my advantage, I leapt up and ran across and over it dodging any arrow that came my way before finally flipping gracefully right behind Tommy and finally got to use my secret move I had discovered at the end of last year.

Holding my hand in a snake-like position, I used my thumb, index and tall finger to jab Tommy right at the center of his shoulder which made his right arm go limp. Then using my proximal interphalangeal joint of both my hands, I jab them into the center of his lower back, shoulder blades and the section where his neck met his spine.

Tommy let out a pained grunt with each jab until he collapsed to the ground and snarled up at me.

“You’ll pay for that you bitch!”

“Consider that payback for what you did to Mako and Bolin earlier.” We then heard a loud boom and I saw as Billy had Eddie pinned to the floor of the gym, his hands squeezing his throat about to choke Eddie out. Eddie struggled to free himself but Billy’s enhanced strength was too much for him to handle on his own.

“You know the one way to stop me Munson, show them who you really are.” He sneered. As Eddie’s choked out gasps filled the stadium I quickly threw my billy-club which made a direct hit to Billy’s head and even made him bleed. He released Eddie as Eddie let out a series of hard coughs. Billy raised his hand to his head and once he saw the blood, his eyes glowed red at me. “You shouldn’t have done that, Princess.”

He then fired his laser eyes toward me but I summersaulted out of the way before racing up the walls once again. His laser beamed eyes trailed close behind me until I had no choice but to jump off and stand on top of one of the higher platforms in the arena. Billy flew up towards me and flew right through the platform obliterating it and sending me falling 9ft towards the ground. But with my billy-clubs I was able to shoot one of the clubs towards the railing and swing down to the ground.

Billy landed with a large thud creating a crater beneath him and he cracked his neck. He then roared as he charged at me but I flipped over him. Blinded by his rage, I used it to my advantage and toyed with him until I saw my shot and repeatedly stabbed my PIJ’s up his back until he collapsed to the ground.

“I’ve seen the hardcore vigilantes be better heroes than you, Hargrove.” Suddenly I felt myself going towards the wall and saw myself being pinned by the ends of my uniform by three shurikens. Tommy stood just a few feet in front of my and summoned out three more shurikens to sit between his fingers.

“I told you, you’d pay for that little trick.” He then threw his other arm outward and soon about a dozen arrows were heading my way. That’s when an ice wall appeared before me and blocked the arrows just before they could skewer me like a shish kabob. I looked to see Eddie had gotten back on his feet then he used the ice wall to create ice daggers and one by one fire them at Tommy allowing me time to pull the shuriken’s off my uniform and duck out of the way.

I took notice of the clock counting down and it seems to me that these two are pulling the same move as they did for Mako and Bolin. Trying to tire us out to they can finish us off at the final second then save the citizen. But what if we turned their tactic against them? I raced towards the citizen but was stopped by Billy’s powerful fire blast creating a firewall between me and the Citizen dangling closer and closer to the razor pit.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He snarled at me.

“I have no need, I’m just getting started. Or are you feeling a bit winded, coming from you I wouldn’t be surprised. And I thought you’d be better than your old man.” The one thing Billy Hargrove hated more than anything in this world was when someone made him feel inferior to his father. Billy let out a roar and fired two blue fire blasts from his hands to which Eddie surrounded us in an ice barrier.

“You’re really trying to push his buttons aren’t you?”

“Don’t you see, they’re trying to get us to tire out just so they can finish it all at the last second.”

“Like what they did to Mako and Bolin?” I nodded.

“Get us closer to the civilian, I’ve got an idea.” Eddie nodded then made us an escape route and allowed the water and Billy’s fire to create a large and powerful mist of fog. So thick that hardly anyone could see the front of their noses.

And thanks to dad’s training, I was able to help guide Eddie through the fog with ease. We got closer to the civilian’s imprisonment, I had Eddie create an ice platform right in front of the civilian’s chain then I told him to disband the fog. With a wave of his arms, the fog quickly diminished around us and Tommy cried out.

“THERE THEY ARE!!” Both he and Billy fired their attacks but we quickly got out of the way and Tommy’s arrows pieced the civilian mannequin while Billy’s fire broke the chain and sent the civilian down to their untimely death. Coach Boomer blew his whistle and proclaimed.

“Hargrove! Hagan! You two have not only failed to stop your villains but also skewered your civilian. You both FAAAIIILLLLLED!!” he sent his sonic boom sent them both flying across the gym. “The winners our first set of villains since 1986, Edward Munson and (Y/n) Murdock!” the class cheered as Eddie gave me a gentle nudge and we waved to the others.

At the end of the day my friends and I all gathered at my house for a celebration. Everyone including Eddie and the Mizfitz were all talking about mine and Eddie’s big win against Billy and Tommy.

“I seriously cannot believe you managed to knock my step-brother off his ass and finally put him in his place. I would’ve paid big money to have seen that.” Said Max as she reached over and ate some skittles.

“You guys really should’ve seen it. Her new ability is too cool that even Vecna himself would be petrified of.” Eddie praised.

“Eddie you’re too much. Besides it only works half the time. They still were somehow able to get up and use their powers again after a while. The first time I used it on some would-be robbers they could barely move.”

“You just need to keep working on it, after all you used it on normal humans. Not supers.” Robin told me.

“Yeah, yeah and the anatomy between the two is different, gotta find the right pressure points, blah, blah, blah.” I then heard the door open and the sound of a cane clanking along the wooden floors signaled to me that dad was home.

“Well this is a surprise. I come home after a long, hard-day’s work and find my daughter throwing a party without her old man’s permission.” The gang all turned to face my father but from the grin across his face, we knew he was just playing around.

“You’re hilarious.” I said sarcastically.

“If you think that, you should’ve seen me and your uncle Foggy in our college days. I was a riot.”

“Evening Mr. Murdock.” My friends all chorused out with a wave.

“Evening children. I take it from everyone being here in our small apartment that something big must’ve happened at school today.” He said as he took off his jacket and hung it over the coat-rack as well as placed his suitcase down beside it.

“You bet. Eddie and (Y/n) took victory at ‘Save the Citizen’!” exclaimed Dustin.

“Really? Last I heard of any new champions was when Hargrove and that kid Tommy became the champs. I take it you two were the villains in the scenario?”

“Yep. Not pissed about it are yah?” I asked with a hint of nervousness.

“You’d be surprised to know that I’ve played both Hero and Villain at Save the citizen in my time at school.” Dad said as he began to prep himself a sandwich. “Oh by the way Robin, about that meeting you had planned to take with our PA Karen, she’s unfortunately going to have to reschedule. A case has suddenly come up and she’s needed out of state for this matter.”

“Damnit! Now where am I going to find a PA to interview in two weeks?”

“I told you yah should’ve tried to interview her as early as possible.” I lectured in a sing-song tone before taking a bite out of a salsa-dipped chip.

“Isn’t there another PA, oh what’s her name uhh—” Steve snapped his fingers trying to remember the name.

“I believe you’re referring to Jessica Jones?” my dad piped in.

“That’s the one! What about her?”

“Steve, if you don’t know Jessica Jones, you’ll know she’s not the easiest person to talk to. The woman is so hardcore, not even the cruelest Russian forms of torture could break her.” Said Lucas.

“Jessica Jones has a past and certain things happened to her that is her right to not speak about to others.” My dad stated using his ‘lawyer tone’. “However Jones does owe me a favor, perhaps I could cash in that favor for you.”

“Seriously? Oh my god Mr. Murdock thank you! You’re amazing!”

“However I would take my daughter’s advice. Don’t hold things off till the last minute.” Suddenly the TV that we had on as background noise stopped playing the current show that was on and brought up the News Bulletin.

“We interrupt this program to bring you this urgent announcement. Earlier today, Former Crime Under-lord and infamous villain The Puppetmaster Alan Munson has escaped from his prison hold. 13 years ago Alan Munson was sentenced to four consecutive life sentences, possibility of parole after his third sentence. He was known as the Puppetmaster due to a rare ability known only to the Waterbenders known as blood-bending. Which may have been the aid he needed to escape his prison cell.”

As we all tuned out the news reporter, our attention turned to Eddie who looked unreadable but deep down I knew he was a mixture of emotions.

“Authorities have issued an urgent curfew until for the time being. No one is allowed out after sunset and must not be near any large bodies of water. Absolutely no one is to leave their homes after dark for this week a full moon arises, which is the only time Bloodbending can happen. If anyone has any news in regards to Alan Munson’s whereabouts, don’t hesitate to contact the local authorities.”

Yeah that wouldn’t really matter much anyway. While it is true that Bloodbending could only happen during a full moon, Eddie’s father was one of those rare diamonds in the rough that could actually bloodbend without the need of a full moon. That’s why he’s so dangerous and why everyone gives Eddie a hard time. People at the school believe he has his father’s unique ability as well and try to egg him on to use it just so they can ‘prove a point’ (whatever the hell that means).

“I think it’s time you kids started heading home.” My dad spoke in his ‘Daredevil’ voice. The guys all began packing their stuff and bid me goodbye, all except for Eddie who just remained still as a statue.

“Eddie?” I asked cautiously. Slowly I walked over to him and slowly reached out and touched his hand. He flinched back and looked at me, his eyes a mixture of rage and fear and he immediately said.

“I—I gotta go.” Without another word, he grabbed his stuff and raced out of the apartment. I turned to my dad and he looked in my general direction.

“Things are already hard on him as it is at school. Now that word’s gotten out about his dad escaping, people will really be on his ass now. What do I do daddy?” Dad sighed deeply and came over to me.

“Treat him as you always have. You and your friends are all he really has outside of his uncle.” I looked down solemnly but I felt my dad’s hand on my shoulder gently squeezing it comfortingly, “But if I’m honest, I think all he’ll really need is you.”

“Did you have to go and listen to his heart?” I asked accusingly.

“Not really, even a blind man can see just how in love you both are for one another.” I groaned as he softly chuckled. “I’m gonna be out late tonight, don’t wait up on me.”

“Do you have to?” I asked worriedly.

“The city’s gonna be in mass panic, especially for the non-supers in this city. All heroes and vigilantes are required to make finding The Puppetmaster their first priority.” I nodded solemnly.

“Just be careful. I know you’re one of the rare heroes that keeps both identities of Daredevil and Matt Murdock separate to your enemies, but I don’t wish to be an orphan a second time.” Dad took my hand and placed it on his chest, I could feel the steady beat of his heart as he said to me.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to come back to you.” This was a common thing between us ever since he adopted me and I found out about his ‘other job’. Most heroes tend to lie and say they are invisible and will come back no matter what.

However my dad isn’t like most heroes. He can’t fly, he doesn’t have super healing abilities, or super strength, not even control over the elements. All he is is a guy with enhanced senses that enables him to see the world even though all he sees is a ‘World on fire’. He’s been trained in almost every style of martial arts but it took him decades of training and he didn’t get it right away like most heroes would.

And growing up with a dad who always burdened himself with ‘protecting the city he loves’ it put a strain on us for a while. Until one day I got the courage to express to him my concerns and he didn’t reprimand me nor did I him. I just wanted him to know that I was scared that I was going to one day get the news of Daredevil found dead in dumpster and that once again I’ll be alone without a family.

So this was our vow. Since he taught me that there’s a spike in people’s hearts when they lie, whenever it came to uncertainty missions that required his attention, he’d place my hand over his heart as he’d speak that very phrase. And every time he said it, there was never a spike in his heart.

I hugged him as hard as I could burying my face into his chest. He rubbed my back and rocked me softly.

“I love you so much sweetheart.”

“I love you too daddy.” He kissed the crown of my head before finally separating from me and went over to his old wardrobe where his suit was kept. In an old trunk that once belonged to his dad who was a well-known boxer back in the day.

I was currently in my room having just finished the rest of my homework when I heard a soft knock at my door and there my dad stood in his full Daredevil suit. The red devil eyes from his mask had been known to send fear up even the darkest of criminals spines. His billy clubs rested in a holster at side of his left thigh.

“Be careful, Daredevil.” He gave me a nod and said.

“Lights out by ten, and make sure to brush your teeth.” I softly laughed.

“If only people could hear the infamous ‘Man without fear’ tell his adopted daughter to make sure she did her teeth and got to bed on time.” I couldn’t help but tease.

“Probably would make them even more afraid of me.” He teased back.

“Child labor at its finest.” I teased again as dad softly scoffed. He then used the fire escape and in his Daredevil fashion, he disappeared into the night and acrobatically scaled down the building before going on the hunt for the Puppetmaster. “Love you dad.” And so I was left to man down the fort until it was bedtime.

The next few days, as I had predicted, were chaotic at school. Due to the Heroes still not being able to find Eddie’s father, all after school activities were cancelled until further notice. Which meant not Starlight Flying, no track meets, not even gymnastics (which I’ll admit I am bummed about but I get why they’re doing it). And every student has had it out for Eddie.

Just the other day after the Big Championship game had to be cancelled between our rivalry school, Eddie got beans, mashed potatoes and chocolate pudding dumped on him by Jason and his lackies. Before he could even start something, I held him back and told him they weren’t worth it. They were trying to rile him up and get him to prove to them that he’s the monster they think he is.

And now all day today he’s been up on the rooftop gardens were Lily and the other earth-benders have their club meetings. Creating new plants and practicing their Earthbending. I found Dustin, Mike, Will and Lucas sitting outside their normal D&D room and asked them.

“Is Eddie still on the roof?”

“Gareth and Jeff just told us he’s refusing to ever come down. He didn’t even go home last night to his uncle.” Dustin told me. I looked up at the ceiling worriedly before sighing.

“You guys get on the next bus, I’ll talk to him.”

“You sure?” asked Mike.

“Yeah. Besides Nancy told me you three have a big midterm coming up so I suggest you study. First semester Midterms are no joke, especially to first years. No matter if you’re in Heroes class or Hero Support.”

“Good luck (Y/n).” Will said as they walked off to the bus ramp to get back down to the ground (yeah the academy is actually levitated high up in the sky). I went up the stair way that lead up to the gardens and there I saw Eddie bending the water within some vines, making them shift and move around the columns they were wrapped around.

“Do you have room for one more?” Eddie jumped and turned towards me but when he saw it was me, he calmed down and said.

“Knock yourself out.” I came over to him and sat down beside him on the bench he was sitting on. He continued his bending until he just stopped and was deep in his head again. I reached out and touched his hands, softly fingering around his rings and said.

“What’s going on up there Eddie?”

“My mother’s name doesn’t even matter. All anyone can see me is my old man’s son. The son of the infamous Puppetmaster. Believe me if I had the power to choose, I would’ve had my old man be a normal human who just ran out on me. But nope, I got the shortest end of the stick and no matter what I do, nothing I say or do is ever gonna change that!” his voice raised in anger as he paced while he ranted. “I don’t……Sometimes I just wish I had died alongside my mother. Or better yet never have been born. She should’ve gotten rid of me when she had the chance.”

“Stop! Don’t ever say that!” I snapped as I stood up.

“Oh c’mon (Y/n) we both know that it’s true! My mother was assaulted by him, I am a product of a rape. Who could ever love someone like that?” a single tear secretly fell down his face as he seethed that self-hatred line. “But since I’m too much of a coward to kill myself, I start to think fuck it. Why not just go down the path of a villain? Everyone else has decided that for me already.”

“Even though you have the power to go down that road, you’ll never take that step.”

“How do you know that?!”

“Because I know the real Eddie Munson. The boy who takes in the sidekicks who think they’re not worthy being in this school. The boy who spends his time feeding the stray cats at his trailer park, and not just them but the dogs you free from the underground dogfights. The boy who reads fantasy books and comes up with the wildest campaigns for his friends. That is the Eddie Munson I know.” And that’s the boy who I’ve always loved and will always love.

“What did you just say?” he suddenly asked.

“Do you really need me to repeat that whole rant I just did?”

“Just the last part.”

“That that’s the Eddie Munson I know.”

“After that.” After that? What’s he talking about?

“That you save dogs from underground dogfights.”

“No you said that in the middle after the stray cat feeding at my trailer park. I meant the very last thing you said.” The last thing I—oh god. Oooooh no…..please don’t tell me I actually verbally—oh shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Fucking hell no! Please god don’t tell me that didn’t stay in a though bubble!

My thoughts were broken by Eddie cupping the side of my face, my eyes staring deeply into his chocolate brown ones.

“What did you say sweetheart?” I swallowed hardly as my heart began to skyrocket out of my chest and I choked out.

“I—I-I……” Eddie chuckled and said.

“You always were cute whenever you got flustered like this.”

“Are-are you making fun of me?”

“Not at all.” He brushed the strands of hair out of my eyes before slowly leaning forward and he whispered, “Just use your new little technique if you want me to stop.” I shook my head no and wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him down to my lips.

He let out a muffled grunt but his body soon relaxed under our kiss as his arms slowly wrapped around my back bringing me in close. Ever so slowly, my right leg raised up as I tightened my grip around Eddie’s neck and he deepened the kiss. I then felt him lift me off my feet as we continued to kiss one another until we were left breathless and drunk on our love.

We caught the last bus from the school and now Eddie was driving us back to his trailer for us to spend a little one on one time before the city curfew could ruin this perfect moment another second. Our hands were intertwined with the other’s and we refused to break that bond, at least not yet. Every now and then, he’d raise our hands up and kiss the back of my hand and I did the same to him.

But as we pulled up to his trailer, Eddie’s love-sick expression soon turned to dread as he looked upon his uncle’s trailer home. My expression grew fearful as I too saw what it looked like. It had been completely torn to shreds, the door was busted right off it’s hinges and the ground was soaked with mud and water. Eddie immediately raced inside and I followed after him.

The inside didn’t look much better. The furniture was turned up like the place had been burglarized, but nothing was taken. The curtains and blinds looked like they had been sliced up by something and there were occasional wet puddles on the inside of the floor and carpets. But what had us both fearful and enraged was that Eddie’s uncle is usually home by this time, but the trailer was like a graveyard, empty and silent.

Eddie slowly walked further in and grabbed an old picture of him and his uncle just shortly after he had been taken in my him after his father was imprisoned. I could see that the glass frame was completely cracked but I could also see Eddie’s body shaking with rage until he let out the most gut-wrenching, rageful, and mournful scream I had ever heard out of a man.

I took Eddie back to my apartment and gave him a cup of warm tea but he just sat there with a stoic, broken expression on his face. Tearstains glistened on his cheeks, his eyes bloodshot red. I sat down beside him and slowly wrapped my arms over him and I placed my head on his shoulder.

The door opened and in came my dad. But before he could greet us, he licked his lips and stood at attention. I knew he could taste the salt from our tears and he asked us.

“What happened?”

“It’s Wayne.” I told him somberly. My father’s brows raised in shock and he quickly came down over to us kneeling down before us.

“Are you both alright?”

“We—Wayne was already gone when we got there. The trailer was completely destroyed.” Dad let out deep sigh before kissing my forehead and turned toward Eddie.

“Eddie—”

“Another reason why I can’t stand heroes. They claim to be going day and night to finding my old man, and yet he hasn’t been caught. And now he has my uncle, the only person in this whole world that even gave a shit about me!” Eddie snarled lowly, hos body seething with rage and I knew dad could sense it a hell of a lot more than I could.

“I understand your frustrated…..” Eddie stood up from the couch and unleashed his fury.

“OF COURSE I’M FRUSTRATED!! My psychopathic bastard of a father escapes a prison that is supposedly impenetrable and made my life hell this past week! Now the one time I’m not there for my uncle he captures him and will most likely kill him and this WHOLE TIME THE HEROES ARENT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT WHILE I’M STUCK HERE AND YOU TWO CAN’T EVEN HELP ME!!” Dad and I stared at him in shock. His rageful expression softened as he realized just who he was talking to. He collapsed back down onto the couch beside me and said in a calmer, softer tone, “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”

I took his hand in both of mine and gently kissed his knuckles and I told him.

“It’s alright. You’ve been piling up everything that’s happened this past week inside of you. You hardly scratched the surface earlier this afternoon.”

“But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you or your dad.” He said regretfully.

“She knows you didn’t really mean what you said. And neither do I.” my dad spoke up. Eddie let out a deep sigh and said.

“I’m just trying to understand why all of this is happening, and why now. But nothing makes any sense. And now—now that Wayne is involved I…..” tears once again filled his eyes as he buried his face into his hands, sniffling into his palms.

“Eddie,” my father started as he knelt down in front of him. He reached up and grasped his shoulder giving it a comforting squeeze as he continued, “I know you’re feeling lost and frustrated right now. And it’s alright to feel that way, everyone whether hero or normal civilian feels something like this every day. Even Daredevil himself once felt this way when the Kingpin forced him to choose between saving his friends or his child.”

That was a day I never hoped to remember, it reminded me so much of the first time I came across ‘The man without fear’ back when I was a child and my parents were killed in front of me and I was taken by child traffickers. They would’ve sold me to the highest bidder had Daredevil not found me in time.

After finding out I had lost both my parents and that I had no other family in the city to take care of me, I was taken to the orphanage and within a couple of weeks Matt Murdock came into my life and adopted me. And the rest was history. But when Fisk had found out about my father’s true identity, he had a villain named Bullseye take me and hold me hostage while apparently Foggy and Karen were being watched by the corrupt cops Fisk had under his belt ready to take them out.

“He—I can’t even begin to imagine what I would’ve done if that were me.” Eddie said as he took my dad’s story to heart.

“But he knew he couldn’t lose himself. He had to keep his calm and composure to try and work a way to save them both. And not only did he accomplish that, he also managed to put Fisk away for a long time with a proposition of his own.”

“Compared to my dad, Kingpin’s a saint. He won’t bargain anything or with anyone. How is anyone supposed to defeat him?”

“He’s been convicted and captured once before, not every villain is invincible. All it takes if for the right hero to stop him for good.” My dad stood up and walked over to the kitchen as he also told him, “Since your trailer is an active crime scene, you’re welcome to stay here. But I strictly advise you newly appointed lovebirds, no hanky-panky in this apartment. Don’t ask me how I’ll know, I just will.”

“Dad!” I groaned out. He smirked and started to prepare us dinner. After dinner Eddie and I sat on top of the roof looking out over the city. My arms wrapped around his right arm while my head rested on his shoulder. “We’ll find him Eddie, one way or another.”

“I swear if he even lays a hand on him I swear to fucking God I’ll—” I rubbed his arm soothingly trying to ease his anger.

“One thing you should know is that my dad always knows what to say. I know you’re pissed, your scared, you’re high-strung. But all this tense anxiety won’t do you any good. Take a deep breath and focus.” He took a deep breath in before exhaling. “I know we were too young when he was first arrested but, is there any place you think he’d take Wayne? Some place of meaning between the two of them?”

“I doubt it. They were never really close with one another even as kids. Even though Wayne was the older brother, since he never got his powers he was considered the black sheep of the family while my father was the prodigal son.” I nodded in understandment. “It’s getting late and the curfew is still in place. Why don’t you head inside?”

“You sure?” I asked.

“Yeah, plus I can practically feel your exhaustion.” I groaned quietly as I felt Eddie chuckle. “Go on sweetheart, I’ll be there in a bit.” I looked up at him and we both kissed each other.

“I love you so much.” I told him softly.

“I love you more.” He softly kissed my forehead before I stood up and got ready for bed after a long, confessional and stressful day.

*Eddie’s POV*

Just as (Y/n) got inside, ironically enough it started to rain. Of course to not people the rain was a nuisance especially to most heroes when it came to night patrols. But to me, rain was life and a relief. Mix that with the full moon that shone above the city I could feel myself feeling more alive than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

I realized at this point, I couldn’t wait any longer. If the heroes weren’t going to do anything to find my father, then I would. I went over to my van and grabbed a special bag that not even (Y/n) had known about. I came back inside the apartment and unzipped it to reveal my graduation gift my uncle had made for me.

A traditional Waterbender warrior uniform (with my own modifications). At the belt’s center design engraving instead of the traditional Water symbol, I had engraved a carving of the moon, the same moon carving that my mother once bore on her armor. The sleeves I had torn off and had them replaced by black elbow-length fingerless gloves with the center forearm of the gloves wrapped up in war tape.

I also began to give myself the traditional war paint of the waterbenders. Black markings under my eyes and the symbol of water at the center of my forehead. I then pulled up my face mask to cover the lower half of my face because in order to find my father, I was going to need to get in touch with some of his old friends, and I couldn’t risk them seeing my face. But there was one last thing I needed to do.

I went into (Y/n)’s room and saw her deep asleep as the brief flashes of lightning lit up her room. I silently walked over to her and gingerly brushed the strands of hair out of her face and saw her left hand resting not too far from her face, her palm exposed. I took off my wolf fang necklace and placed it into her palm. Truthfully I don’t know if I will come out of this alive or not, but what I have to do in order to save Wayne, I’d rather her remember me as I was instead of who I’m about to become.

Having just confessed our feelings to one another only to lose her now, that’s the damage my father brings out in people. But I don’t want her to be involved in this anymore than Wayne is now forced to be in. I saw as her palm closed over my necklace and I whispered to her.

“I love you sweetheart, always remember that.” I then went back to the roof and took a deep breath in before exhaling and waved my arms around to have the rain water spin around me before I shot out into the sky, a flash of lightning coming down then I used the rain to forge a water patch for me to jump across. Each step I took, water formed under me until I was running on the raindrops.

I soon came to one of my dad’s old dealers Yakone. Yeah I may have been a kid but my old man certainly liked to take me out to all of his dealings and I got to meet every single bloodbender, drug dealer, and crime boss this city had to offer. I peeked inside the window and saw Yakone counting up his money even though he had just gotten out of prison and was currently on parole.

Once a crime boss, always a crime boss. I used my power to spill his whiskey across the counter which forced him to stand up and walk out to get something to clean up the mess. Once he was gone, I slipped inside his office and waited. The second he came back in, he froze on the spot before suddenly jerking his arm up. He groaned as his arm soon shot to the left then the right, his bones snapping with each jerk until he was forced to bend forward.

I made myself known with my left hand in a knife-hand position at my face level before lowering it downward while at the same time his body fully went down to the ground.

“You’re going to tell me where Wayne Munson is and don’t even think about lying.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” sneered Yakone. I took a step forward and pushing with my other arm as I extended it, Yakone’s upperbody was forced upward and I snapped at him.

“You were once Alan Munson’s second in command. If he ever broke out of prison, the first person he’d go to is you. I won’t ask a third time; where. Is. Wayne Munson!?” Yakone continued to groan in agony as I bloodbended him.

“Tenth and Cicero X! He took that nonbender of a brother of his to the docks along Tenth and Cicero X!” I narrowed my eyes and with a wave of my arms, he was throw across the room, his back hitting the corner of the wall and he let out a pained groan.

“If I find out he’s not there, you won’t have to worry about the heroes finding out about your parole breaking. Cause I’ll see to it that you will be stopped permanently.” Then I used my Bloodbending to knock him out before finally leaving the scene as if nothing happened.

I stood along the rooftop of one of the buildings that overlooked the docks of the city and saw the old warehouse where Yakone said Wayne was being kept hostage. I could see guards patrolling around the warehouse all either carrying guns or specialized arrows. Odd that my old man would hire assassins and non-benders to guard my uncle, but no matter they’ll be out of my way soon enough.

I snuck my way down the fire escape of the building and crept up towards the warehouse before diving head first into a bay. I created a water-helm for me to breath as I swam towards the edge of the warehouse. I then summoned out a water tendril and reached out for one of the guards and pulled him out into the bay. I then created a whirlpool tornado and shot myself upward.

“OPEN FIRE!!” one of the guards called out and a hellfire of guns and arrows were shot at me. Creating an ice barrier I shielded myself before coming down with a back axe-kick which caused the whirlpool to follow me and push half of the men into the street knocking them out.

Using the remaining water, I created a water whip and proceeded to fire ice shards at the rest of the men. Knocking their weapons out of their hands and then piercing them to either the walls or old shipping carts. When the first set of guards I had knocked out started to get up, I proceeded to bloodbend all of them stopping them in their tracks.

Forcefully controlling them to stay where they were and getting down on their knees when suddenly I felt something metal hit me in the back of my head forcing me to release them. I reached behind me and felt blood on the back of my head and I heard the sound of someone landing in front of me. From the light of the full moon there was no denying who the man in the red suit was that stood before me. One billy club in his hand, the devil helmet and those piercing red eyes from the mask staring at me. The Man without Fear aka Daredevil had come.

“You need to back off.” He warned me in the voice that had been known to send shivers down any criminals spine.

“And you shouldn’t interfere with family affairs.” I seethed back at him. I formed water tendrils around my arms and went on the offense but Daredevil proved to be just as fast as me, if not faster.

“You’re making a mistake.” He told me.

“You made the mistake by coming here!” One of my tendril arms froze over as I went to skewer him but he dodged out of the way forcing the ice shard to pierce through the asphalt of the street. I broke my arm free of the ice and dropped the other tendril before stepping into a front stance and held my arms parallel of each other to use the rain to knock him off his feet but once again Daredevil’s agility was something.

Each time two waves of water tried to knock him down, he was able to either to flip between them, roll underneath them, or bend so far back against the ground there was no chance of the water touching him. I growled impatiently and charged at him this time.

However only just two punches he not only dodged them but got me to my knees and had my in a chokehold.

“First rule of combat, never attack in anger.”

“I’m not angry! I’m annoyed there’s a difference!” I snapped as I tried to break myself free from his grip but he held firm.

“I can tell, but that’s the first rule they teach in combat. Now listen to me, you can still turn back. Let me finish the job and you can be reunited with your uncle by morning, your father will go back to prison, and all of this can be put behind you.”

“It won’t matter.”

“Yes it will. You’re young, you have a future to look forward to, you still have a choice. But if you cross this line, the journey back isn’t easy. Trust me, I know.” Looking down at the water I did a few finger flicks which caused a water whip to wrap around his neck and pull him off of me. I then used my Bloodbending to keep him in place. He let out a cry of agony as I forced him to stand at attention.

“It’s already too late, I’ve made my choice. One way or another, Alan Munson is dying tonight. He crossed the line when he kidnapped my uncle, who’s to stop him from going after my friends? My—” I trailed off thinking about (Y/n). The torture alone that my old man could put her through, especially since she doesn’t have any powers to fight him back with. “If he ever got to her, I’d never forgive myself.”

“Got to her ehh?” I tensed as I released Daredevil and turned to see the man I’d hope I’d never see again. His hair was longer and madded and the eyes I inherited from him were soulless and cold. He somehow managed to find his old armor once again and in his grip, he had Wayne levitating in the air. “Now this I’d love to hear more of, especially if you did all of this for your excuse of an uncle.”

My heart was pounding in my ears as my blood boiled in rage. Extending my arms outward in a T position but with my hands standing upward, I made the rain pause around us and slowly form a shield around all of us.

“Release him.” I ordered.

“Or what little man? You gonna kill me?” the Puppetmaster mocked.

“If I have to.” I said soullessly.

“Sounds a bit dark for the son of Lunar Eclipse. But if you were my son, you’d do it without hesitation.”

“Eddie…..don’t do it son.” I heard Wayne groan out. “Even if you do attack, he’ll use me as a shield.” He said again.

“He’s telling the truth.” Daredevil soon spoke.

“I can protect him.”

“You’re blinded by rage and won’t be able to stop it in time!” Daredevil spoke up again. “Your uncle raised you to be a hero, not a murderer!”

“I’m already a murderer.” I soullessly stated referring to the men I had just taken out.

“They’re still alive, I can hear their heartbeats. Your father knew those men wouldn’t be worth your time because he knew the only one you were willing to kill was him.”

“Eddie, son listen…..” my uncle strained out. “Take a good look at the man standing before you, is this the man you’ll want to become if you do this? Because you were the one to break the chain and not be like him ever since you were born. You chose to walk away from his path and choose your mother’s.”

“Listen to your uncle Eddie Munson, you’ve got people who care about you, even love you. One of them especially. Your father, he has no one. No one to call family, friends or even a partner to love and cherish. If you do this, you’ll never see any of your friends or your beloved again! So don’t. Do it!” My body trembled in rage as I stared daggers at my old man.

I waved my arms and let out a rageful cry as the shield dropped and formed into a thousand ice sharps varying in size and flew right towards him. But just as some pierced the ground and Wayne’s body was moved directly in front of my father’s, I stopped the attack.

The ice shards floating in mid-air before I stood there in the rain and the ice shards immediately turned back into water, drenching both my uncle and father. My father tossed Wayne aside as Daredevil went over to check on him as my father said to me.

“Even with all the power in the world, you are still weak.”

“You’re wrong.” After 13 years, I was able to stare my father down not in fear and surprisingly not in rage (at least anymore). “I always wondered just what kind of man you are to have done the things you’ve done. Now that I see, I think I understand. There’s just nothing inside of you, nothing at all. You’re pathetic, sad and empty. And as much as I hate you—I just can’t find it in me to kill you. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t come prepared.” Next thing he knew, he was trapped by a zero anti-gravity forcefield and the entire Heroes Council soon came on the scene.

“Alan Munson, you are under arrest by the City of Hawkins.” Proclaimed Chief Hopper. Ms. Byers and Robin’s mother soon came up and put my father back in chains and guided him towards the police car. I closed my eyes and felt a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders but there was still a sliver of doubt floating in my mind.

As the night droned on, I found myself back at the Murdock’s apartment, the rain finally subsiding and I knew in a few hours dawn would break. My uncle had been taken to the nearby hospital for a healing session and to give his statement to further incriminate my father’s quadruple life sentences.

“I’m proud of what you did back there. You even managed to fool the Devil himself.” I heard Daredevil say behind me.

“I wanted to do it. I wanted to take out all my anger at him but—I couldn’t. I don’t know if it’s because I’m too weak to do it or—due to the people that I have in my life, it’s given me the strength not to go down his road.”

“You did the right thing tonight Eddie Munson. Forgiveness is the first step you take to begin healing.” I stood up from the edge of the balcony and walked over to him and told him.

“But I didn’t forgive him. I’ll never forgive him for what he did. In a way he did win,” I looked down at my hands. “I swore that I would never use his taboo art of Bloodbending but—I did. I…..don’t know if I…..” I soon felt arms wrap around me. When I looked up, I found myself surrounded by red and I was surprised to see that the infamous Daredevil was hugging me.

I surrendered to his embrace and hugged him back as I softly began to cry. Now that my anger and rage was gone, the sorrow, the guilt and shame was all that remained in me. And I finally let it all out and Daredevil not once tried to get me to stop or tell me to suck it up. In fact he didn’t say a word, he just allowed me to fully let it out until my tears were finally spent.

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shiorinotshiori · 2 years

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STRANGER THINGS S4 V2 SPOILERS!!!!

I’m just gonna full on rant how unfair it is that they killed Eddie just like that but Max got off the hook multiple times just BECAUSE she’s a main character. El even fucking healed her like what the fuck is up with that??? It would’ve been easier to accept Eddie’s fate if someone else died while fighting Vecna. It seems so unfair how everyone just got out so easily but left Eddie to die.

ALSO it’s so fucking annoying that Eddie died saving the town who painted him as some evil fucking killer. He fucking sacrificed for the ppl who thought he’s into Satan shit. Honestly, Hawkins don’t deserve my guy Eddie.

AND!! no one else seemed sad about it honestly, it’s just Dustin and Mr. Munson who’s fucking suffering but no one else batted (pun yes) an eye?? LIKE DOES NO ONE CARE HELL-FUCKING-O ???

AGAIN it would’ve been easier to go on with it if they didn’t skip scenes. I would’ve been much more okay than this if this showed us that more than two people cared about Eddie. My guy has the whole town against him, at least give us a fucking scene where it’s focused on people WHO DON’T FUCKING HATE HIM. It’s just so annoying that it seems like it didn’t even happen, like Eddie didn’t even die yk? Everyone’s so fucking calm it hurts me to my core.

ALSO I’ve never been this upset over a fictional character’s death but Eddie Munson literally became a form of Escapism for me. Didn’t know that in a span of WEEKS (not even a month), I would have him as my main comfort character and now he’s fucking dead. It sounds so pathetic being THIS hurt but gooood I love Joseph’s character so much.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie #munson #joe quinn #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #season 4 volume 2 #stranger things s4 #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fics #BRING BACK EDDIE MUNSON

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emblazons · 1 year

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"I think it would be easier if we were a team."

Day Five of @bylerweek2023 - Secret Identities aka - the Modern!Byler + DnD AU no one asked for

The details for their character sheets came from here + here, though only Mike's is confirmed secondary media. The details + story behind these versions of byler under the cut!

The Secret

The Cleric (Will) & The Paladin (Mike) have been playing digital campaigns together for nearly five years now, after Mike‘s then-newfound investment in Critical Role inspired him to hunt for an online DnD game to play for himself.

Inseparable on the pixelated battlefield, their half a decade of campaigning together has slowly turned them into the best of (digital) friends, as they’ve shared their deepest secrets in the anonymous-but-meaningful way you can only online. From Will admitting that his main concern even outside being ridiculed for his sexuality is healing from childhood PTSD to Mike admitting that his picture-perfect family hates his interests and would never accept that he likes guys, both of them have learned to defer to each other in and out of campaigns—they have grown deeply fond of each other through their characters’ adventures…and chats that mean more to both of them than they would dare admit aloud.

Even so, all the Cleric and the Paladin really know about each other on a practical level is that they’re both 20 this year, are both in college now, and that they both come from the Midwest—though they do hope to meet one day if it ever makes sense.

There really is nothing like a friend who gets to see the sides of you you’re not allowed to show in any other space—and neither of them wants to live their entire lives without someone who treats them as well as their longtime D&D companion.

The Identities

Mike Wheeler and Will Byers have been in each other’s orbit since elementary school in Hawkins, though Will’s been pretty distant about keeping tabs on Mike since he dated (and subsequently broke up) with his sister El during freshman year. Mike always enjoyed the time he spent with Will and could tell that Will felt the same, though Mike knew from the second he broke up with El that Will’s love for his family was going to take precedence over their mutual interest in the same (nerdy) things—the same way it did for his sister Nancy when she broke up with Will’s brother, Jonathan, when they went to college.

It’s been years since that happened now, though—and the last time Mike spoke to Will was when they gave each other a friendly hug goodbye the day of high school graduation. Now well into his 3rd year of college, Mike only knows that Will goes to IU just like he does…but on a campus of over 30,000 people and as an English major to Will’s Visual Arts, it’s not like they see each other.

Even so, time away from his exacting family has made Mike more comfortable, and he has slowly realized that it’s time to branch out of his solely hypothetical “rebellious” spaces and into meeting real people who share his interests—to fully embrace is love of DnD in real life to learn the fine art of figurine painting, soak up all the wisdom to be found in classic printed dungeon master guides, and experience the ruckus of a well-strategized in-person campaign. That’s why, on one rainy Friday night in March, he wanders into the Hellfire Club—the on-campus DnD group he’s heard of but never been brave enough to join.

Given his knowledge of Will from all those years ago, seeing the guy he grew up with sitting next to him for Eddie Munson’s grungy basement campaign wasn’t all that much of a surprise, actually. What was a surprise was what happened when he looked down at the table in front of the boy next to him….only to see “Will the Wise” at the top of Will Byers character sheet, plain as day.

tl;dr - you're 20, and your long-time online crush bestie who knows all your secrets turns out to be the brother of the girl you dated for five seconds at 14. Chaos ensues.

#bylerweek2023 #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #tbh it this was the most confusing prompt for me in this whole week… I didn’t know what I was going to do. And THIS happened #design forward #SO THIS IS NOTHING LIKE MY USUAL STUFF #these gifs are literally my first ever attempt at blending images?#the clips for the dnd characters deadass came from the baulders gate character builder omg #and the clips of the boys are from GQ interviews #it’s def not my usual gif style or process BUT #but I enjoyed it! and thanks to Bre (as always) for hearing me talk this whole idea out lmaooo #as for the whole plot that went along with me thinking out 'secret identities'#...I have no reasoning other than it got away from me lol #I don't write fic but HELL if I will not write out a whole story like a summary or script treatment LMAO #I might try my hand on expanding it one day #but for now its just this. lol #stranger things #the me tag #my gifs #st writing #byleredit #tuserrae

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 3 months

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𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦"

彡 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 彡

✦ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 ✦

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : you're finally reunited with the man that you always craved for, in his perspective, he thinks that you're fallen out of his fingertips

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : you know what I really don't count it 😭

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ Knight!Eddie Munson x Princess!FEM! reader, language, use of y/n, reader and Eddie are both (21), Henry (30+), Jason (disgusting, i know), age gap, jealousy 👀, manipulation, betrayal, denial, unrequited feelings, slight alcohol consumption, new additional character! 🫣

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : this is still angst but there's a sprinkle of fluff in there, I will go easy on y'all's hearts soon (I'm evil for this- I'm aware), set in 17th century, upside down exists in this series, dark fantasy, romance, action

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : to those who we're still with me on this, I appreciate every single one of you! 🥺🫶🏻✨

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : 3 more chapters left to go! I hope you enjoy the ride! :))

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

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"H-How did y-ou get in here?"

"We've came to rescue you, Y/N, I just don't want to see you suffer anymore"

From that moment, you forget the argument that you had with Jason

You memorize every detail about him, you smile sadly as you hold his cheeks

You take his hand and place a key on his palm, he furrows his brows at it and looks back at you

"There's a hidden door next to my bedroom, it's a secret sanctuary of mine- it might be look like a wall but there's a keyhole in there, you can stay there"

"But- I want you to get out of here-"

"It's not that easy to leave, Eddie- also Henry's men already suspected that someone has gone out of the upside down"

Jeff, Gareth and Eddie looked at each other as they already knew what they got themselves into

"If Jason saw all of you, you know what they'll do"

"Y/N"

"I don't want to risk it, Eddie, I don't wanna lose you too"

"Princess?"

You look so warm and gentle from his touch but when you heard his voice, you became cold and tensed

"You have to go" you whisper at him but he simply won't let go of you

The way he looks at you makes you want to hold onto him for the rest of your life

If only things we're different

You tried your best to tear your gaze on him, the longer you stare, the more it will be harder for you to let him go

Again

He finally loosens the held that he has on you but as soon as you turn your back at him, he runs to you and your heart is screaming to follow him and leave this place behind

The second he halted, you turn around and hug him, Eddie hold you like you we're the most sacred and fragile thing ever to exist

You heard the quiet sobs from him and your sniffles makes him want to punch the two men from your palace

There's so many things that you want to say to him

But for now, you have no other choice but to set your feelings aside because your people need you, you need to be vigilant and strong for the upcoming war that is coming

You pulled back when you could hear his footsteps getting nearer

"When there is still life, there's always hope" he whispers to you as he tug up a small smile as he quickly runs away

You smile to his words as you pick up your dress to face the man that you always hated

You saw a random books that are in the desk, so, you picked it up and pretend that you we're occupied with it

From there, he saw you, god- you have no idea why, the way his eyes are targeted to you, it's like a grimy feeling that you need to get away from him

You always felt that since he entered your kingdom

Even when he is much more considerate than Jason

"I fired him"

You hum in response as Henry walks closer to you, you can see his frame behind the book that you perched up in front of you, he can only see the half of your face

"Y/N, I took him out of his job"

Did that make any difference?

Did he thought once he'll do that, you'll finally grew on to him?

You still won't remove the book that you we're holding as you reply "What about the forged documents?"

"I burned it"

That's where you piqued interest, your eyebrows knit together as you put down the book on your lap

"But we still need to show up at the ball"

You placed the book back on the desk as you walked back to Henry, he sighs when he sees you fuming again

"Ball?!? What ball?!?"

"Look, Y/N, I know how much you despise the arrange marriage that Jason did and the foul documents, I take it all down because-" he pauses taking a deep breath, he doesn't want to have another argument

Especially, when it's you that he's talking to

You are appalled from his raised voice and you could clearly see how he is so frustrated at this

"The town is still raving on it, of course, but it will pipe down and the ball will have guests that aren't to be ignored and we need to show it to them that we are in good terms"

You scoff "Did you organize this?" you squint your eyes at him

"No- I didn't, I was supposed to tell you but you just had an fight with Jason earlier and-" he sighs as he sat down on a chair as he run his palm on his face

Your serious face eases out as you took in a deep breath

"What's the ball for?"

"Part of my family will attend it and some others will donate"

"Donate?"

"For the townspeople that have no place to stay or eat"

You started shifting from where you stand because you don't know what to say

Is he really doing this genuinely? or is it for something else?

"Good cause"

"Precisely, Y/N"

Even you don't like his guts, he still deserves to be respected.... so....

"Henry, I apologize-"

"It's fine, I know you don't trust me whatsoever but I don't want you to be forced with it, so, the marriage won't happen"

You give him a look as you watch him observingly of his actions

"Y/N, look at me"

You pursed your lips together as you really look at him in the eyes

"Whatever you do, Y/N, don't give in" you think to yourself

"You won't be in debt, there's no marriage required"

"Good riddance, Henry, I- uh- I think I shall go to my room"

"Of course" he moves aside as he watches you but before you left

"The time for the ball?"

"Later at evening"

You nod and for the first time, you gave him a smile

A smile that if he looked away so fast he wouldn't even catch it

His heart booms to his chest at the sight of it

"Wayne?"

"Enzo? What- you're with Y/N?"

"Yeah"

Wayne watches him as he searches for the key

"Enzo, don't"

"Look, man, stop- I was exiled too-"

"I got nothing to live for, Enzo!" he exclaims as he drops down on the ground with his head hang low

Enzo swallows as he looks at his old friend closely, he could see that he already lost himself

He couldn't blame him, Jim and Wayne had a friendship that is hard to contained by the greedy and tyrant royalties

They're partners for the kingdom's brighter future, they we're both untouchable

When he lost him and next thing he knew he lost his nephew

He lost everything that he ever cared

"I've been locked in here for years, Enzo, I don't know they'll let me go"

"But you could come with us"

"There's no use-"

"Jeff, Gareth, Eddie, Y/N and me, we all in this together- Wayne"

"Eddie?"

Wayne shakily stand up as he grips into the prison bars tightly for support, despite all of the years of imprisonment the light of his eyes came back, it's hope

"Y-Yeah, he's with-"

Enzo gasps, he dropped his weapons and felt too woozy from the realization that he just had

He knew the boy

He played with that boy

He taught him on how to be a good knight

"Oh- my- Eddie- that's your nephew! he's with Y/N! I didn't even recognized him!"

"Y/N? they're together?!? He's alive?!?"

"Yes, he is very much alive, Wayne" Enzo chuckles happily

Wayne's eyes rimmed with tears as he always dreamed of this moment

"Get me out of here"

"Much obliged" Enzo smirks as he swiftly picks up the keys

You felt ridiculous on the gown that you're wearing

God, as much as you feel a little bit better of what Henry's doing for this ball

It's still doesn't feel right

Is this ball will help for the unknown world that is out there?

If you participate in this will the hazardous environment will ceases to exist?

Will it all go back to normal?

You have to analyze everything before it will caves down not only on you but your kingdom and your people too

If your father was here, he wouldn't throw a party knowing that there's danger ahead involved

After a few touch ups to your hair and makeup, you finally get up and made a decision to check on him

But as soon as you open the door, Henry is standing there, he didn't even noticed your face falls

"Ah, your highness"

You curtsey "Henry, evening"

"Yes, evening- may I must say I'm so enthralled at you"

You only nod to his compliment, you would've have blushed if it's him

"Shall I escort you to the ballroom?"

You exhaled, you're not going to see him yet

"Yes"

He extended his arm and instead putting your whole arm around it, you only hold on to it

You slightly turn your head around looking longingly at the secret door as you walk away from it

"This whole room is so fucking massive" Gareth flops down on the bed as he begins to stretch

"Don't get so relaxed we're only hiding here" Eddie tells him as he inspects your room

"I've heard that she'll be attending a ball this night" Jeff says as he removes his jacket and warm his hands on the fireplace

"With whom?"

Gareth and Jeff looked at each other as he looks down on the floor for a second

"Henry"

Eddie knew that you really didn't like the guy but he just can't ignore his feelings

He feels hurt by it

"I'd say we should go" Gareth sits up on the edge of your bed

"That's fucking crazy" Jeff points at him with a look of disapproval

"I'm hungry and I need food.... so" Gareth shrugs

"It's a masquerade ball, it wouldn't be so bad" Eddie adds as Jeff chuckles while he shook his head

"Okay, fine, if we get caught can I please be the last to be executed?" Jeff leaves at that

"Henry, you can't be serious to make me go dance with you"

"It's all just an act, Y/N"

"No, the dance isn't on the list that you asked me to do, you only said to just show up and we did"

"Can we please just get on with it, we needed to make it look real" Henry saids as he smiles so tightly as he waves at the people that are passing by

You flushed down the glass of red wine on hand as you roll your eyes at him, you placed on the awaiting waitress beside you that is holding up a gold tray

You yank him down to make him look at you and he got startled by your fierce action

"Just one dance and don't fucking fall for it"

He gulps and clears his throat "Yes, of course"

"May I present Princess Y/N of Hawkins Indiana and Henry of the Creel Family"

The orchestra starts playing your.... well... the music that you thought you'll never got to hear again

The last time you danced to this was your 17th birthday

Your heart bleeds as you hear it, you've wished it was your father dancing with you

Your mind is rolling with a lot of thoughts but you didn't noticed that the whole crowd applauses and cheering not only at you but with Henry too

You've always been a graceful dancer

It is surprising that Henry is wonderfully good at it too

He spins you around and he holds your waist as you get closer, he locked eyes at you

His eyes meant something else, yours remains the same look

Shading yourself with a border

"Eddie? You alright?"

Too lost with his thoughts, he keeps telling himself that all of this isn't true

But, what if it isn't?

"Yeah, I'm good I just need to replenish my throat"

Jeff nods as he followed the gaze that his friend were looking at

"Man, I hope you won't be a moron at her because of this" he speaks to himself

after your dance with Henry, that's where you only noticed that everyone is looking at you

You've smiled and bow, Henry wraps his arms behind your back and you just wanna disappear

Henry walked you through on the side as you excuse yourself, thank god he let you go

The cheer and the music blurs out when you closed the glass palace doors as you went outside on the balcony

You settle yourself placing your closed hands on the ledge, you closed your eyes as you inhale and exhale

"Y/N?"

You looked at the man who is approaching as he takes off his mask, your eyes shines brightly under the moonlight at the sight of him

"Eddie!" you don't waste another time to wrap your arms around him

"You're here! I'm glad that you're-"

you're confused why he felt so stiff

It's the first time you see him in a suit and your stomach swarms with butterflies

He pulled back so quickly giving you some space

My god, you're so breathtaking

If he only stop his insecure thoughts

You've catch his unsure expression and the way he can't look at you in the eye

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Ed's, don't be like this"

Ed's, oh- missed hearing that from you

You walked closer to him as you held both of his hands

"Eddie, there's something I need to tell you-"

"Save it and I don't want people to misinterpret this" he points to him and you

Misinterpret? What?

"What's wrong with you?- you've became so cold and distant all of the sudden?" you push back his hands letting go of your hold on him

Now, Eddie regrets his actions

Your eyes widen even it flashes with hurt, you saw the look

You damn right, he saw it, he was there watching you dance with him

When you get too angry it turns into cry, but you won't let the tears fall, Eddie now feels guilty that he's the reason of it

You shake your head

"You know that dance has nothing to do with me"

He incredulously laughs "And you expect me to believe that?"

"We shouldn't be arguing about this because there's nothing to argue about because you know me!"

Eddie knows that you're saying the truth all the time, you've never lie

It's just his idiotic mind that makes him look foolish

"Y/N, it's okay, I know how royalty works-"

"Eddie, I don't want Henry! I want you!"

You gasped and he stays frozen

The way you said it, there's a whole other meaning behind it and you know it

And he knows it

You wrap your arms around yourself as you run down your hands on it

"Eddie- I- I felt much more guarded when I'm with you than I ever was since my dad mislaid"

His eyes didn't look the same before, it soothes with your words

"Y/N- I"

"Goodnight" you duck your head down as you begin to walk back inside feel ashamed of what you just said

It's hanging out there and he didn't reciprocate it

Once you enter inside, he will never forgive himself

He can't just leave this be

It has always been you, you're the missing piece inside of him, the lost memory of the unknown young girl it looks so blurry to him and he can't recognize it before

Now, it's all clear to him

It's you

It has gotta be you

He can feel it

That's what he admires about you, you always make him understand that he is unlike of the thoughts in his head

You're about to turn the doorknob but another hand pulled you back and now you're against his chest, your eyes go big and wide

His brown orbs darts to your eyes and lips, your eyes flutters as you can feel your heartbeat rapidly fast

You can feel his heart too, you thought the world stopped moving before you can register that-

He is kissing you

He slams his lips onto yours and the muffled gasps of yours have evaporated as you happily kiss him back

You cupped his cheeks as he smiles and kisses you deeper, he pulls you by the waist closer to him, so you're flushed against him

Both of you pulled back as you both heavily breathing

You smile brightly as you remove the bangs that is poking on his eye as he holds your wrist and kisses it

"Y/N? Where are you?"

Eddie rolls his eyes at the sound of his voice as you giggled

"I'm sorry-"

"Shh"

You placed your index finger at the center of his lips as you held the back of his neck to pull him down for another kiss

Both of you run out of breath as he stamps more kisses to your whole face and neck as you laugh again

No words needed, both of your eyes speaks the same thing

You already opened the door to go in but you look back at him as his eyes brows raise as you run back to kiss him again he laughs

You feel so giddy and he just so sweet as pecks one more to your lips for good measure

You take one last good look at him as you finally take your leave

He sighs and he feels elated and so sure of his future now

It's you and him

He goes back to your safe haven room as he saw two of his friends

The slightly tipsy Gareth is the first one to notice his aura, the thing is with Gareth when he drinks? the toughness of him just vanishes out of thin air

It's like the rum totally changed him into a different person

Eddie and Jeff are enjoying it

Enjoying the way he makes a fool out of himself when they have conversations like this

And when his friends do tell him right after the eventful past night that he dranked too much- he'll always says "That's not me, that's blasphemy!"

Jeff closes his lips together as he already knew that face

"There's something about you, man" Gareth clicks his tongue as he places both of his feet in front as he leans behind of the sofa

"Dude, just leave him be that means he's got it" Jeff says as he arrange his clothes aside

"Got it? Got what?!?" Gareth is so confused, he acts all mighty but in reality he gets dumb sometimes but when drunk

Eddie and Jeff smirked at each other as they give their friend a shrug

Both of his friends watches him as he finally started to process everything, he is still fucking loading

His mouth slowly open, hanging agape as he raises his eyebrows directing at Eddie who is so proud of himself as he nods his head, Jeff lays his hand down in front of Eddie as he slaps it, Gareth eyes dart back and forth to his friends as they mirrored the same expressions

"You got it with Y/N?!"

"Uh huh"

"Fucking hell!"

Jeff snorts "You know you should lessen your drinking"

"But their rum is so good" Gareth whines and Eddie chortled

"Yeah- and it's making you look like a jackass!"

Gareth throws a pillow at Eddie who dodges and threatens him by saying

"Hey! those are belong to Y/N!"

Jeff lays back down on the other couch as watches the two of his friends acting all silly and shit as he shook his head side by side as he says to himself with the lines of.....

"I am with children and I am myself- I'm a fucking youngster too! So- therefore we're all gonna be executed by a goddamn guillotine"

"Have you seen the kids yet?"

"No, I haven't since we parted ways"

"What?!"

"Listen, I told them to go find Y/N and I went to let you out and now I don't know where they are now, maybe, they finally met Y/N"

"So, what are we going to do? What's the plan?"

"I don't know-"

"Hang on, look"

Wayne points at Henry and..... Jason?

But there's someone else is with them

That hair and that beard it looks so much like

"Is that.... Dmitri?" Enzo tilts his head as he tries to look harder

"No- that's- he can't do this!" Wayne angrily whisper-shouts

"We have to follow them"

Enzo panics when Wayne literally stands up and didn't even care if anyone saw him

"Man, I know your blood is boiling right now but we can follow them-"

Wayne only huffs but Enzo rolls his eyes as he holds his shoulder as he spoke again

"Discreetly"

Wayne nodding aggressively as Enzo can feel the steam coming out at the top of his head as he speak through gritted teeth "Fine"

"Are you sure there were four men come out of the portal?" Jason's voice echoes outside as the two men tipping their way into the sides of the slightly opened doors

The light of the inside of the room peeks at the shadowy area of your palace

They're both squatting down as they lean in behind the door

"Yes"

Enzo saw the way Wayne clenches his jaw at the traitor who spoke up

"Can you give us a name?" Jason asks, Henry can feel that he is getting impatient

Both of the men can see how tired Dmitri looks, a look that he hasn't been at peace or he didn't sleep for days

He look like he's been gone out to hell

When the moment Henry walks behind Dmitri, the two men can't understand the way Dmitri acted

He shuddered so badly that he started to beg for them to get him out of this that he doesn't want to be part of it anymore

"Cry, cry, cry..... that's not gonna help us, Dmitri" Jason nonchalantly said

He looked so hopeless and like he's on the edge of the cliff

Enzo and Wayne glanced at each other as they continue to eavesdrop

"So, tell me, is it Eddie and his boys?" Jason spoke so low that Enzo can tell his true intentions

Wayne's mended heart, cracked again, his dear boy's life is still covered with seeking harmful nemesis

It's not done

It's not over yet

"And the other one is..... Enzo?"

Dmitri doesn't want to confirm it

But, he can't since his life is on the grasps of him

Henry

So....

"Y-Yes, you're r-right" he sobs as he drags his nails on the chair in shame

"So, they wanna be some heroes, huh?" Jason chuckles in disbelief

Enzo tries to understand Dmitri's behavior

Sure, he can be scared but Enzo knows

That is entirely different

Is out of the ordinary

It's much more ungodly

Dmitri saw what Enzo fought with your father, Jim

Enzo fears that he already knows what the world is about to become

Wayne saw the approaching guards who are roaming around the palace walls

"We need to look for them"

"How? We can't just walk normally"

Both of them sneakingly switches places to hide as they watched the passing soldiers

They move on to another side as they continue to talk

"We don't even know how to look for them and once we do, they'll notice it!"

Wayne had an idea, a great idea that no one can even trace it

"I think there's definitely a way to do it without them tracing it"

"And that is?"

"We make a note"

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havecourage-darling · 11 months

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hey i have a request for eddie munson x reader where the reader is dustin's cousin and comes from a very rich family and her father is a lawyer. She has always been friends with Steve and was just as mean and arrogant as her and never liked Eddie because he kept picking on her (because he was in love with her since middle school) and she nicknamed him Eddie "The freak" Munson and just like Steve knows about demogorgons etc and while in Upside down Eddie saved the reader from the demobat that attacked her and then the reader and Eddie walk side by side in silence until the reader apologizes to Eddie for how she was towards him and they finally reconcile

A/N: This was very quickly written, not proofread, and did not have as much romance as I thought it would lmao I twisted this request around a bit – I’m not the best at writing bully romances or any type of bully main characters lol but I tried my best to adhere to the request! Hope you enjoy it anyway anon! and also, Eddie always lives in all my fics so yes, in this world they make it all alive kicking and screaming bcos denial is the town I live in and I’m the mayor.

wc: 5K

DISINGENUITY, you decided, was the most unattractive trait the human race had.

“We’d be so happy to see you next summer!” The blonde in front of you said, smile an easily spotted ruse.

A sharp elbow to your ribs spurred your own fake smile. “Of course, fingers crossed!” You beamed, discretely bringing your other hand up to your side to help the sharp pain. As you slowly slid away from the conversation, eyes on the refreshments table, you smiled at the few gazes you caught. Your own fakeness disgusted you. Glancing up at your parents, you watched their own smiles – ones that hadn’t seen a side of sincerity in decades.

Your cousin’s voice echoed throughout your mind, bouncing around the walls. You either die the hero or live long enough to become the villain. As you reached for a stupidly ornate glass of lemonade, you sipped at it and mentally cheered yourself. Love live the evil queen, you thought, smiling into your glass. Maybe Steve had been right. Maybe the struggle of your lifetimes wouldn’t be the Upside Down but to fight against the fact that you could both easily turn out to be your parents.

Eyes slipping towards them, you saw your mother draped over your father’s arm. He squeezed her hand, eyes on the couple in front of them. Despite being out of earshot you knew what he was saying, the same thing he’d been saying all night. Expression smug, as if he’d gotten the acceptance letter himself, you could see his lips form the words.

Harvard.

Our little princess got into Harvard. We’ll have a new lawyer to take over Henderson & Harrington Law within a few years.

The other acceptance letters had fallen away once he’d seen that maroon logo. It didn’t matter what you wanted. The echoes of a paintbrush in your hand and the scent of acrylics swirled around you. What you wanted was never part of the deciding factor. Not when you begged to go to Hawkins High with your friends, public school? Absolutely not, and definitely not now.

Pride, was the second most infuriating trait one could possess, you thought to yourself. Dropping the half empty glass back down onto the table. You glanced around the room and suddenly couldn’t stand it any longer. The laughter, the peacocking, even the feeling of the stupid dress around your body. You hated it. Everything.

Willing to deal with the fallout later, you hurried over to the coat check and thanked the bored teenager for your things. Hands gripping your car keys, you were glad you’d insisted on driving.

The sound of your engine turning was enough to ease some of the tension in your shoulders. Hands clenched at the wheel, you drove without much thought and tried to ease the knot in your chest. Despite the drive, you weren’t shocked to find yourself at the end of a familiar driveway. The sight of the one-story home carved out enough space in your lungs to exhale. The tension of the night going with it, dissipating into the night air.

Your heels clacked against the brick pathway, your hand pressing the doorbell once before a short-curly haired head appeared as the door was yanked open.

Dustin didn’t even look confused at your appearance, you hadn’t planned on visiting tonight, his smile bright and wide. “Hey! We’re watching He-Man, my mom’s out with her friends or something, want some popcorn?” He asked, already walking back into his living room.

Lucas and Mike waved, both also unsurprised, and you nodded. “Sure, thanks.”

As he disappeared through the kitchen, he shouted, “Your stuff is in the duffel where you left it in my closet!” The sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants you kept here sounded heavenly. The expensive pink monstrosity on your body could burn for all you cared.

With a smile, you ducked your head and kicked off your painful shoes. Wiggling your toes against the shag carpet, you let them adjust to being free for a moment. Numbness waning, you glanced around at the wood paneling and it felt like more like home than anything ever did.

//////

You stopped being afraid of wandering back into Hawkins a few weeks into the new semester. Robin had all but blackmailed you into visiting more often – despite the fact that you reminded her every time you could, that you lived literally one town over – and was trying to convince you to apply for a job at Family Video.

“Aren’t you bored?” She asked, pleading her case. “Most of your friends are off at school, right?”

Steve cleared his throat, a pathetic attempt at covering up his laughter, “Maybe bringing up the fact that she took a year off from college and none of her friends are around, isn’t the best way to convince her?”

Robin’s cheeks went pink. “That’s not what I meant! She graduated like first in her class!” She spun around to you, almost toppling a precarious tape tower in the process. “You know that right? I’m just saying, we’re your friends! Sure, the Byers up and left but most of us are still here!”

“How’s your dad taking it?” Steve asked, pulling himself up on the counter. You scrunched your nose, twirling in the chair by the computer. “Still unamused?”

A year off? Deferring Harvard? For what? What could you possibly need time for? You useless child!

Used to ignoring the echoes of your parents, you waved away the memory that followed you everywhere now. “How’s your dad taking this new job?” You countered and smiled when he snorted.

“Touché,” he muttered, “all I ever hear about is how Henderson managed to get his daughter into Harvard. It’s starting to get old.”

“How do you think I feel?” You muttered. “I don’t even know if I want to go yet.”

Robin whistled. “Have you mentioned that to them?”

Steve laughed outright this time. “If she did, she’d really need a job here because her dad would have an aneurysm.” You nodded, taking another bite out of the red vines, the tidal wave of anxiety lapping at your feet.

“So, what? You’re just going to go through life according to your parents’ plan?” Robin asked, hands going to her hips.

You exchanged glances with Steve and the both of you nodded. “Yeah, pretty much,” you said, voice sounding morose even to you. “That’s what Harrington would’ve done if he used the brains he had instead of chasing after Wheeler.”

“Hey!”

This time, Robin snickered. “You guys are weird,” she muttered, going back to shelving tapes. Steve, however, dropped a hand over yours and squeezed. Smiling gratefully up at him, you knew he understood. You and Steve had been roped together from before either of you could walk. Collateral damage of having parents that shared a law practice together. Steve and you had gotten lost there for a few years but it had been hard, at least it had been for you.

There were only so many times people could put you up on a pedestal, awing at you, before you started believing you deserved it. It wasn’t until Dustin kicked it out from under you that you humbled yourself. Steve got there eventually – and despite their criticism of him, you understood. There were too many nights that saw one of you at the other’s empty big house, stares blank and hands desperate for an escape from reality.

“I’ve got a year and hey, at least Harvard is far away enough from them,” you said, fingers trying to brush against the bright side that always seemed just out of reach.

“Yeah,” Steve snorted, his own sarcasm bleeding through, “because them being not around is such a problem.”

And what a pair you two made. The abandoned trophy children of parents who couldn’t care less despite how much either of you tried.

Eyes dancing across the wall, you almost choked on your mouthful of candy. “Shit, is that the time?” You asked, hopping off the stool and almost snapping your ankle in the process.

“What, got a hot date with a senator’s son this cold Friday afternoon?” Steve asked, snickering as he dodged the red vine you chucked at him. Hurrying towards the doors you shot him a glare that would have any normal human cowering. In your tenure, you’d gotten good at those. People avoided you in your town, and that’s the way you liked it.

“We promised never to speak of that again,” you hissed, almost baring your teeth of the reminder of that disastrous blind date. “I promised Dustin I’d start picking him up from school Fridays. He’s got some club this year? I don’t know but I don’t want him riding a bike in the dark.”

Steve nodded, understanding, and you waved goodbye to Robin. All of you knew how deep Hawkins’ underbelly went and the things that hid in it. You didn’t want to take any chances, not with Dustin.

Hawkins High’s parking lot was mostly deserted by the time you pulled in, the winter grey sky forcing you to turn your heating up. You glanced around the mostly empty school and frowned. You were ten minutes late and he wouldn’t have left for a least a good chunk of time. If anyone worried more about you than Steve, it was Dustin.

Right as you were contemplating hopping out the car and into the school, the side door at the far left slammed open. The loud, chattering voices cut through the looming darkness and you smiled when you heard Dustin’s voice.

You stepped out the car, leaning against your door, and almost laughed when one of the guys that looked closer to your age glanced at you. “Uh, guys, no one freak out but there’s some hot girl staring at us right now.”

A few pairs of eyes darted over to you and you saw Dustin gag. “That’s my cousin, asshole!”

“She’s also way out of your league,” Mike said, loud enough for you to laugh. The other guy looked both insulted and embarrassed.

Grinning, you lifted your hand up, already stepping towards a scowling Dustin when a seventh person joined them. Freezing in your tracks, you felt like you’d swallowed your tongue.

“What the hell are you guys laughing at?” Eddie asked, shoving his arms through his leather jacket.

The world, for a brief moment, stopped spinning.

“Gareth’s drooling over Dustin’s cousin,” Lucas joked, dodging the hand that came out to swipe at him.

Brown eyes darted up and landed on you. His lips parted and the surprised puff of air that escaped was visible in the cold. Both of you blinked at each other, the others muttering around him.

“Come on Four Eyes,” Eddie teased, malice dripping from his voice, “walk a little faster, will you?” His shoulder smacked into yours, tipping you into the lockers and you lost the grip of your books. Eddie disappeared around the corner but you were on your knees – scrambling to grab all your things from the floor.

“Move it Four Eyes!” A voice to your left said, foot knocking into your side. You wheezed, scrambling faster, but another foot slammed down onto your fingers. Tears blurred in your eyes as you stood, aching fingers pulled to your chest. “Even Munson hates her,” another voice said, “what a loser.”

“What?” You said, blinking away the memories from middle school. Realizing Dustin had walked up to you, you smiled faintly down at him. “Hey kid.” You shoved the memories back into their cave, bending their will to your own. That girl didn’t exist anymore, you told yourself, trying not to panic. She was gone.

Brows furrowed and mouth twisted into his infamous suspicious expression, he brought a hand up to your arm. “What’s wrong?” He asked quietly, eyes on you.

“Nothing,” you said, glancing over his shoulder and towards the group that was walking over.

He’d grown his hair out, you realized. Clearly leaning into the look, you weren’t surprised to see the Dio denim vest over the jacket. “Well, I’ll be damned, I didn’t realize that the Henderson I went to school with was this Henderson’s cousin.”

You hummed, clenching your hand and grounding yourself as your nails dug into your palm. “Why would you know? I didn’t think you even knew my name,” you said, tone bored. Dustin’s eyes darted between you two. Eddie’s eyes widened a little, startled, at the hostile undertone of your voice.

Lucas smothered his laughter poorly and Mike elbowed him. “You two know each other?” Dustin asked, crossing his arms.

“No,” you answered before Eddie could, “not really.”

Hurt flashed across his face and you don’t know why. You didn’t know him. All he’d ever done was make all of middle school a nightmare for you. He didn’t know you then and he certainly didn’t know you now.

“Well, considering I owe my moniker to your cousin, I’d say we know each other a little bit,” Eddie said, a pink flush crawling up his neck when everyone’s eyes snapped to his.

“What?” Mike and Lucas said in unison but Eddie’s eyes were steady on you.

Guilt crept up your spine.

“Hey, Henderson!” You whirled around, eyes widening a little as someone stumbled into your line of vision.

Two of your friends giggled, their laughter pulling a smile from you. Carefully manicured nails reached out to steady the gangly stranger. “Sorry, do I know you?” You asked, voice dying when a pair of familiar eyes glanced up at you as he straightened. “Oh. Eddie.”

Panic clawed at your chest, anxiety ricocheting inside you like a firework. Painfully aware of where your new friends were waiting a few steps away, their gazes on you. You’d only just clawed your way back up from the bottom, you couldn’t afford to make a mistake. Gianna’s dad, her stare heaviest, was your dad’s biggest client. Sweat prickling at the small of your back, you crossed your arms.

“I haven’t seen you since you moved away,” he said, eyes lighting up like he was excited to see you. Which you didn’t doubt – there were a good amount of people around to humiliate you. He always did like a crowd.

“Right, can I help you with anything?” You snapped, your gum popping. Claire, next to Gianna snorted, her own cruel streak a mile long. Eddie’s expression faltered and you quirked your brow. “Hello? Jesus, can you even speak?”

“I-uh…”

Rolling your eyes, you tried not to freeze when Claire stepped up to your side. “Everything okay here?” She asked, one perfectly plucked eyebrow rose. Her arm slipped through yours and you hated yourself for how relieved you were. “Oh my God, look at what he’s wearing,” she whispered loudly and you hated the flush of pink you saw on his neck. “What a freak.”

Without giving you another moment, Claire’s nails dug into your skin and yanked you back towards the group. “Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”

Payback felt a lot like a heavy rock in your gut but you ignored it.

Wanting to leave this entire scene behind, you turned to Dustin. “Ready?” You asked, knowing that he could read the anxiety in your voice. His eyes darted between you two and nodded slowly.

“We’re still going for burgers, right?” He asked and you grinned at him. If anyone could compartmentalize, it was Dustin.

“Yeah, dude, of course,” you said, ruffling his hair and smiling when he glared at you. “Wanna tag along?” You asked Mike and Lucas, who were already following behind you like lost ducks.

With a bit of distance between the two of you, your lungs finally sputtered back to life. Turning around, you glanced at Eddie. “I’d say it was nice to see you but…” you shrugged, hoping the remark hit any mark.

Eddie, however, grinned and you hated yourself for wanting to smile back. “You can’t ignore me forever sweetheart!” He shouted, clearly unselfconscious. He waved, turning towards the far end of the parking lot and you watched him.

Jealousy swirled in your chest. He was so carefree, his eccentricity something he clearly didn’t care about anymore. We want that, your heart murmured, we want to be free too.

“Ready?” Dustin called out from the passenger seat. You shook off the small voice inside you.

We don’t get to have that, you told it, beating it back into submission. Cambridge, Massachusetts awaited, nothing else. The faster you accepted it, the easier it’d become.

“Yeah,” you said, hating how your voice wavered, “let’s go.”

////

You watched Eddie chug Yoohoo and tossed him some cereal. He shot you a smile but you ignored it and opted to rub your temples. It’d been a day since Dustin had called you, voice high-pitched and scared, and you still hadn’t managed to wrap your mind around it all.

How the hell was this happening? Again? You fought the pressure behind your eyes and pinched the soft skin at your inner elbow. Breathe, just breathe. You glanced at Eddie as he sat in the raised boat, listening intently to the others as they spoke. Max’s hand came up to squeeze yours and you smiled at her.

If you could’ve kept anyone out of this, she would’ve been your choice. You knew she wasn’t dealing with the aftermath of Starcourt well, none of you deserve to go through this again. Eyes drifting over to Eddie again, you fought the panic in your gut. If what Max said about Chrissy’s body was true…he would’ve had front row tickets to that show and you couldn’t blame him for running. You had the first time you saw that thing in Byers’ house.

“Hunt the freak right?” Eddie said, voice twisting around the words, and your eyes slipped closed. You knew how relentless this town could get; you were proof of that. Eddie wasn’t a saint but he didn’t deserve this. None of you did.

Especially since, like the idiot you were, you’d started to grow a soft spot for him. It was bound to happen, you tried to rationalize, you’d been picking Dustin up from school after Hellfire, every Friday for three months. It took weeks for you to actually respond with full sentences, Dustin’s hovering protective glare not helping. But Eddie was anything if not determined.

He’d actually surprised you last week, he’d gotten you your own figurine. A sorceress with a pet dragon. “In case you want to actually join us one day,” he said, stupidly endearing smile on his face.

A choking sound brought you back to the moment. “Listen, there’s nothing to worry about,” Dustin said, voice too high-pitched for him to sound even remotely believable.

Steve walked over to you as the three of them bickered. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, pulling the knuckle rubbing your eye away from your face.

“My contacts are killing me,” you admitted, not having changed them in the last day since after you’d found Eddie – you, Steve, and Robin had all crashed in his bed – a mess of tangled limbs. You’d woken up to a mouthful of Robin’s hair and with Steve’s knee in the middle of your spine.

“Do you want to stop by your house to get more?” He asked quietly – but clearly not quietly enough.

Eddie’s voice pierced through the conversation. “I always thought you looked better with your glasses,” Eddie said, eyes bouncing around your face, “before you moved away.”

“Move it four eyes!” The taunt bounced around your head before landing at your feet and rolling off into the lake water.

Flinching like he’d struck you across the face, you felt your walls slam back down into place. Was he mocking you? Now of all times? Jesus fucking Christ, how many times was it going to take before you learned that lesson? How many times would you stand there and let people hurt you?

The eerie silence felt like a tornado around you. Sneering, you knew your face was twisting into your most comfortable facade.

“Right, like we’d ever be a thing – freak,” you snapped, turning around so quickly your hair whipped through the air. “I’ll be in the car.”

Chest heaving, you waited a moment outside the door and felt your chest crumble as your heart raced.

“What the hell just happened?” Eddie said.

“Dude, are you serious?” Dustin asked, tone defensive.

“What? Me? She’s the one who’s always coming after me!”

“You started it! What did you expect?”

“What?”

“How do you not know? You’re…you’re the reason she hates her glasses,” Dustin said quietly and you let your eyes slip closed.

Fuck.

“What?” Eddie’s voice was barely audible.

Steve’s voice was serious, the tone protective even from out here. “Yeah, man. That stupid song you used to sing? About her being a four-eyes? That followed her to her new school. Her dad had to pull major strings because she punched some dude who followed her around for weeks messing with her. I’m pretty sure she snapped her glasses in two after that.”

“She won’t even wear her glasses around me,” Dustin said, tone defensive, “and I’ve never made fun of her for it.”

“I wasn’t – that wasn’t-”

“She might be a mean girl to a lot of people,” Dustin said, “but you don’t know what it’s like, her life. She’s…it’s a lot to deal with. I know her, I really know her, and she’s never been mean to around me.”

Steve’s sigh was audible from where you stood. “This…just got a little more complicated.”

As if knowing that he needed the emphasis, you threw yourself onto the floor as a line of police cars shot past the road up ahead of you. What the hell?

///

For the first time, in a long time, you eyed Steve Harrington. He eyed you back with equal fervor.

“Keep glaring, we were both potty trained at the same time. You don’t scare me, Henderson,” Steve said, crossing his arms.

You bared your teeth at him and he flinched a little.

“That didn’t count. You used to be a biter, that was a natural reaction!”

Deciding to go with kindness, you placed your hands on his forearms. “I’m the better swimmer. Steve, I taught you how to swim.”

“I was a lifeguard!”

“I taught you how to swim. I turned down a swimming scholarship to Princeton.”

Nancy sighed, hand coming to her temple. “Just let her do it Steve, she’s the better swimmer. Trust her.” You shot her a grateful look.

“I mean, if we’re voting here – I vote Harrington,” Eddie piped up and you almost snapped your snipe at the speed of which you whirled around to glare at him. He threw his hands up and smiled sheepishly at you.

Steve, however, threw his hand out. “You see!”

“Yeah, we all know it’s because he’d rather lose you than Henderson, don’t flatter yourself,” Robin snorted. Ignoring that quip, you decided to use the sudden bickering to your advantage.

Slipping your jacket from your shoulders, you dropped it into Robin’s lap. You yanked your shoes off and considered taking your jeans off but stopped yourself. The lake couldn’t be too deep.

“Here,” Robin said, handing you the flashlight, keeping a tight grip on Steve’s arm. “You get a minute before I unleash the hounds and he goes looking for you.”

“Three minutes.”

“Two.”

“Deal.”

Eddie peeked over the edge of the boat and winced. “Are we sure this is a good idea?”

“Oh, shut up,” you snapped, executing a perfect dive into the water. Without much effort, you found the glowing red gate and stared at it for a moment. Fuck. It really was back. As if in a trance, you watched your finger reach out for it when a large shadow startled you. Shaking your head, you pushed off the floor and surfaced with a loud inhale.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, how long does it take to check for a glowing red gate?” Steve snapped, hands scrambling for you.

Shaking him off, you sputtered, anchoring yourself to the edge of the boat. “It’s there, guys – it’s at the bottom. It’s more of a small sized gate than the ones we’re used to but…” you stopped, feeling sudden pressure at your calf. Your eyes caught Eddie’s and you brought your hand out to his arm instinctually. Water shot up your nose painfully and you struggled against what was pulling you under. Eyes stinging, you tried to orient yourself but could only focus on the burn in your lungs. You hadn’t taken a proper inhale before you went under and you were almost out of air.

Suddenly the world around you went right side up and you gasped, lungs trying to expel the water that had lodged in your chest. The ragged ground cut you, the pain barely noticeable as you dug your nails into the vine around your leg. It stopped dragging you once you managed to pierce through half of it, your nail beds destroyed. Adrenaline rushed through you as you scrambled to stand, blood trailing down your sides.

Loud screaming had you searching the dark sky above you. What the hell? Were you…shit. Glancing around for a weapon, you grabbed a discarded and rotting oar before you lifted it in the air. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You shouted, swinging it so hard that your bones rattled. The sound of wings had your heart jump into your throat. Shit, you were outnumbered.

The first sharp cut into your arm had you dropping the oar, pain radiating down your limb. You tried to swat at it with your other hand, the feeling of flesh slapping against it. The bat screeched at you, its stupid claws scraping against your face. The third’s tail reached for your neck and you ducked, only narrowly avoiding it.

“Get the fuck away from her!” A voice screamed, echoing in the empty – wherever you were. Eddie launched himself at the third one, splitting in two easily.

“Eddie,” you gasped, arm still hanging limply. The world around you spun but you forced your eyes to focus. You couldn’t fall apart, not now.

A warm hand wrapped around your wrist and he shoved you behind him. “Don’t worry,” he said, teeth gritting, “I’ve got you.”

Both of you swat at the remaining bats, desperate, and Eddie only narrowly avoided another when Steve came running full speed. Nancy and Robin, drenched, followed.

You all stared at the baby gate, your body leaning entirely too much against Eddie’s. “We gotta go,” Nancy said, “come on, into the forest!”

Steve walked along your other side, shouldering your weight so that you could walk faster. You could feel Eddie’s eyes on you, his palm searing against your waist. “This is Lover’s Lake, come on – we can hide under Skull Rock!”

Eddie tucked you under the rock first, his hands careful as you panted – trying to catch your breath. God, your shoulder really hurt. Eddie’s face was twisted into worry as he peered at the gashes, his fingers coated in your blood. “I think it stopped bleeding. I’m going to wrap something around it to help keep it covered from…whatever the fuck this is in the air.” He ripped the bottom of his shirt and winced as he started wrapping it around your arm.

“I can’t believe you jumped in after me,” you said, watching Steve, Robin, and Nancy argue over what to do next.

Robin quipped up. “He dove in faster than Harrington.”

Eddie glared at her, not at all intimidating, and you blinked. “Why?”

The vein, lavender under his skin, throbbed and that seemed to be the breaking point for him. You watched, fascinated, as he stood up and paced in front of you. “Because I’ve been in love with you since like, middle school!”

Everyone quieted and you could feel Steve and Robin’s eyes on you.

“Right,” you said flatly, struggling to stand and put distance between you two.

His arm jutted out like he was going to pull you back but seemed to remember your arm at the last minute. “No, wait, please let me explain!” He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t…I was just teasing you…I didn’t think it was – that you thought-”

“This is painful,” Robin whispered loudly to Nancy and you watched Eddie flush bright red.

“I didn’t know how to properly express my emotions, obviously, and I thought you knew. I thought that’s why you were always so…”

“Mean?” You finished for him, shocked. “I didn’t know! Eddie what, - why would you - what.”

He ducked his head, hand coming up to the back of his neck, and sighed. “I don’t know, okay? I thought it’d get your attention.”

“By being an asshole?”

“Hey, you weren’t a ray of sunshine yourself.”

Anger flashing through you, Steve stepped between you two and put up his hands. “Everyone calm down. You’re both children. You,” he turned to Eddie, “learn how to communicate effectively and how not to be a bully.”

“-but-”

“And you,” Steve said, turning to you, “I know sometimes it feels like only we understand each other but, you’ve got to learn to let other people in. You did with Robin and look.”

Eyes darting over to Robin’s, she grinned and wiggled her fingers into the air. Biting back your laughter, you turned back to Steve and nodded. “Yeah, alright, whatever.”

“That’s as good as you’re going to get,” Steve told Eddie, turning back to Nancy. “Okay, now let’s get walking.”

Groaning as you stood, Eddie’s hand shot out tentatively and you nodded at him. “Thanks,” you said, using his arm to help steady you. “I need shoes.”

“Oh shit,” Eddie said, glancing down at your feet. Without hesitating, he pulled his off and bent down to help you into them. “They smell like dirty lake water but, you won’t cut yourself.”

“Wait, no, it’s okay-” you said, struggling for your balance as Eddie forcibly picked up one of your feet. Your hand shot out to his shoulder before you toppled into him and let him tie the white Reebok’s onto your foot. “Eddie, you’re going to cut your feet now.”

He shrugged, eyes looking up at you from the ground. “I’m pretty sure you’re missing chunks out of your shoulder, Henderson. And your feet are already bleeding. I can take the hit, you can’t.”

“I can do it,” you started, initial stubbornness bursting out the gate. It quickly dwindled after he shot you a look and you groaned. “Alright, thank you.”

Eddie continued tightening the laces and his hair brushed against your hand. You couldn’t help but reach out and trail a finger over the frizz. Had he really liked you for so long? Even after…after – everything? Not one to easily forget a grudge, the knot in your stomach tightened. He’d caused – no matter how inadvertently – a lot of shit for you. But…he’d apologized. And middle school had been years ago now.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, “I know I didn’t necessarily start the – the nickname but I didn’t stop it either.”

His eyes darted up, still half kneeling in front of you, fingers frozen at the last loop. “Oh.”

“I don’t think you’re a freak,” you started to ramble, anxiety suddenly bubbling up, “I shouldn’t have spread it around. I was just so hurt by how mean to me you always seemed to be and I’ve always thought you were kinda cool because you didn’t seem to give a shit what anyone thought of you. Besides, Dustin worships the ground you walk on and as much as it kills me, he’s a good judge of character.”

The silence after was painful and you winced.

“Thanks for diving in after me,” you added after a beat, “you didn’t have to.”

A slow, steady, smile grew on Eddie’s face as he stood up. “I did, have to,” he said, his hand brushing against yours. “You may not have liked me but my heart has always stubborn. It’s always been you.”

You ducked your head, flustered. Why did it feel like something within you had yawned awake?

“I’m sorry for being a dick,” he said, “these past few months, I…I’ve really looked forward to seeing you every Friday. I always thought we’d be good friends.”

Steve’s voice echoed through the decrepit trees. “What the hell are you two doing? Keep up!” His hands went to his hips and you flipped him off, smiling when he huffed audibly. You started walking towards him, feet feeling a million times better, and you inhaled.

You were never the brave one. Not with the Upside Down, or the demogorgons, or when Billy had tried to kidnap you. You’d never, not once, spoke up to your parents. You wore the dresses they wanted, went to the parties they needed you to, made friends with the right people, and did everything you were supposed to.

A dream, one that not even Steve or Dustin knew, swirled within your ribcage – a secret you’d kept only to yourself. You wanted to rip the Harvard letter to shreds and never step foot in Cambridge. The letter you’d hidden under your mattress, the one that called your name every time you laid down to sleep, that was your secret.

Dear Ms. Henderson,

On behalf of the Rhode Island School of Design, we are pleased to offer you admission for the fall semester of 1986.

Fingers twitching, like you could feel the paintbrush in your hand, you exhaled. You wanted to stop feeling like you couldn’t breathe every second of every day because it felt like you had an elephant sitting on your chest.

Eyes turning to Eddie, who was walking carefully over the slithering vines, you realized you wanted to be brave. For once.

“I think we’d make good friends too,” you told Eddie, pretending to introduce yourself – like he was a stranger…and maybe he was. “Do you often find yourself in an alternate dimension with your friends?”

The blinding smile that he shot your way felt a little bit like healing.

“I’m Eddie Munson,” he played along, shaking your hand, “and yeah, a normal Sunday for me, you know? Some people go the beach for spring break, me? Livin’ on the wild side.”

A laugh escaped you and you shook your head at him but Eddie’s dopey smile had you surging forward to press a kiss to his smudged cheek. Skin tingling, you almost laughed again at his dazed look. “Not that I’m complaining, but do you go around kissing all your friends? Because if I would’ve known that I would have made a better effort.”

Flustered, you looked down at the vines and shook your head. “No, only the ones who dive into a lake and climb through a gate into another world to try and save me.”

“That seems incredibly specific,” he joked, offering his hand to help you climb over a pile of vines. You intertwined your fingers, his small smile igniting something in your chest.

“It is,” you said, smiling back at him, an understanding settling between you two. Maybe you’d be brave again, after you’d made it out on the other side of all this. Once you’d learned more about him, after some time, maybe…maybe you could be brave together.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

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"We should welcome twitter users coming to tumblr" yeah okay but have you ever had to interact with twitter fandom people? They're some of the nastiest beings to ever exist on this fucking planet.

They're the same who stalked Joseph Quinn wherever he went after season 4 of Stranger Things dropped and Eddie Munson became a fan favourite, leaking his dating app profile and his private cellphone number. (They also leaked Gaten Matarazzo’s cellphone number from what I got.)

They’re the same who harassed the Heartstopper cast so much that one of the main actors deactivated his twitter profile and the other was forced into coming out as bi.

And god forbid if you DARE criticizing the show they like, even if you’re a fan of it yourself. Just this morning I got a load of shit thrown at me on twitter because I dared pointing out how netflix acts in different ways towards wlw shows than mlm shows. I went about it logically looking at stats, and used First Kill and Young Royals as an example, because I watched both and the stats were very different in terms of budget, of views, etc. so overall, an easier comparison to make than between two shows who had almost identical stats.

Somehow (considering I usually get, at most 10 interactions under a tweet on a good day), my tweet blew up among Young Royals fans and I got 1000+ among replies and qrts of people who disagreed and I thought okay, not everybody has the same opinion right? Conctructive criticism is a thing right?

Well, on the goddamn blue bird app it is not.

People just said stuff like “it’s just because that First Kill sucks ass” and I tried explaining why (aka the tanking starting budget), so they went on to straight up calling me stupid, dumb, ignorant, they said I did not understand that one is Netflix USA and the other is from Netflix Nordic, mixed with a lot of swearwords in the crassest display ever.

And like. The fun thing is, I’m completing a master’s degree in Swedish. With my main faculty being media criticism. It will literally be my job, one day, to translate and criticize Swedish-speaking and English-speaking media.

Plus, though it’s not one of my favourites, I’m a fan of Young Royals myself because I started watching it to practice my Swedish language skills, and actually worked with its subtitles for a project of translation I had to do for class.

Tumblr may be a hellsite (affectionate) bit it’s really chill now, and kind of a safe heaven for me where I can interact with any kind of fandom and talk freely about which shows, characters and ships/pairings I love (i.e. apparently everyone on twitter is a Billy Hargrove anti. Seriously. Went to see if there were some fanarts, hcs, or other pieces of fanon really, but there was nothing except for hate tweets against both the characters and fans who like him), even when it comes to more serious and technical stuff like why netflix dooms certain shows from the start (cough cough First Kill cough cough) and I would hate to see it become full of hate just like twitter is.

Soooo, tl;dr: Like hell am I welcoming people you can’t have a civil discussion over anything with here.

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ST CHARACTERS + TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

summary: taylor swift songs that represent what a relationship with these characters might be like

includes: robin buckley, steve harrington, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers (no pronouns used for the reader, except some references to a fem!reader in the lyrics)

warnings/what to expect: fluff and angst, romantic pairings, happy and sad songs

note: Keep in mind this is just for fun, if i didn’t put your fav song for one specific character don’t come for me please. If you think other Taylor songs can fit these characters you can always put them in the comments!! I’d love to see what other songs reminds you of them.

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ROBIN BUCKLEY

— YOU BELONG WITH ME She feels like a total loser around you, thinking you're way out of her league. And it hurts because she whole-heartedly believes no one will ever treat you the way she would. She can read you like a book, knows all your favorite movies and songs, and knows how to make you feel better when you're sad. It’s frustrating because she knows she can make you very happy, yet she doesn’t have the chance to.

I can see her comparing herself to other people a lot before you start dating, secretly longing for you to notice her feelings for you. More often than not, others would catch her creating fake scenarios in her head involving the two of you being in a relationship.

Most likely you’d make the first move since she honestly thinks you would never like her back. And when she does realize you like her, she’ll be over the moon with excitement.

most meaningful line: “dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time.”

— BEGIN AGAIN Robin would be your biggest fan, so she really wouldn't care about the way you dress, what music you like, the books you enjoy...she's a fan of every little detail about you and she'll encourage you to be yourself. And she’ll be just so supportive of you, making you feel unique and special just the way you are.

She wouldn't change a thing about you, being that type of lover that fully connects with who you are and that admires you unconditionally. Truly, you’ve never been loved the way she loves you.

most meaningful line: “cause you throw your head back laughing like a little kid, I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny cause he never did.”

— MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE Robin is the type of person that is terrified of reaching out, so if she likes you she'll most likely drop subtle hints to let you know she's interested but never fully confess it. She'll remember random things you tell her, learn what you like or don't like, and then try to impress you with her knowledge about things you like. Basically, she’ll do whatever helps you realize she likes you.

Telling you directly? Not a chance. She'll get too nervous and mess everything up. It's better for her to be subtle about it and hope you realize soon enough so you can make the first move.

most meaningful line: “feeling like a face in the crowd, I’m reaching for you terrified.”

— DANCING WITH OUT HANDS TIED Since the moment Robin fell in love with you, she knew she couldn’t have the perfect fairy tale story other couples have. She couldn’t hold your hand in public, kiss you whenever she wanted, show how much she loves you for the whole world to see. You sadly lived surrounded by people that wouldn’t understand.

But you showed her you don’t care about keeping it a secret if it means being with her. You don’t care about anything but her.

No matter how insecure Robin would get, you’re always there to remind her your love for each other is worth it despite the hate you might get if the town found out about the two of you. And you give her hope. You make her feel like she is living in her perfect fairy tale despite all of it.

most meaningful line: “I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us. So, baby, can we dance, oh, through an avalanche?”

— DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS If you two ever break up, this song would definitely describe what the heartbreak would feel like. I feel like Robin is a very dedicated lover, offering her entire heart, body and soul to you (that’s why she’s so terrified of making the first move, trying to spare herself of getting her heart broken). Her love is passionate, naive and blind, being both a virtue and a curse.

She’ll have a hard time trying to get over you. Absolutely everything would remind her of you or the relationship you two had. Her heart would break all over again when she sees you walking down the street, not being able to handle the fact that you’re not hers anymore.

most meaningful line: “you said it was a great love, one for the ages, but if the story’s over why am I still writing pages?”

STEVE HARRINGTON

— CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS Steve seems like the guy who would say certain things without taking a second to think about the impact of his words before actually saying them. He could say that you're the person he wants to spend his entire life with when his feelings for you aren't even that strong.

He doesn't do it on purpose. He knows firsthand what it feels to be lied to by your partner. Instead, he does it because he genuinely doesn't want to hurt you. Steve much rather lie than knowingly breaking your heart.

I feel like he's aware of this flaw, but has no idea when it's happening or how to control it, just recognizes the problem once the damage is already done. And he'd feel terrible for hurting someone he claims to care for just because he can't connect with his feelings and be responsible about the things he promises or tells to a significant other.

And he knows they deserve better than him.

most meaningful line: “love slipped beyond your reaches, and I couldn't give a reason.”

— MR. PERFECTLY FINE Because he doesn't think before he speaks, I feel like this song also explains how he can say things he doesn't really mean and break someone's heart because of it. He'll realize he made a mistake way too late and by that apologies are not enough.

I feel both songs represent a similar situation, but it varies on what the outcome is. Whether Steve just broke the heart of nicest person he has ever met and feels absolutely terrible for hurting someone who didn't deserve that; or Steve got to close with you when he wasn't really looking for something serious, and when he tells you what is going on you dump his ass and recent him for being so inconsiderate with other people's feelings, and him completely ignoring you forever because he's too ashamed to face you for what he did.

most meaningful line: “and i never got past what you put me through, but it's wonderful to see that it never fazed you.”

— RED I think dating Steve would be a Rollercoaster. The sweet moments are the happiest, and the sad ones are just awful. Everything means more and hurts more when it comes to him.

But that's the beauty of loving Steve, because it's so passionate that neither of you can get enough of your relationship. It's a fight worth fighting until the very end. And you can learn to love him even in the darkest of times, with the bad days and the good days, with the loving and the fighting.

With this in mind, I feel like it would take a lot of time to get over a boyfriend like Steve. Because he is caring, extremely funny, super loyal, dedicated, passionate...it's hard to forget someone who made you feel so much.

most meaningful line: “regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong.”

— FEARLESS This sounds exactly like what falling in love with Steve must be like. I see you two being the classic pair of friends that clearly have romantic feelings for each other but neither realize at first.

As you spend more time together you both get more comfortable around each other, finding the courage to brush the other's hand by accident or hugging just a little longer than necessary. By the time you finally realize he likes you back, you two are sharing the first of many kisses.

And the relationship is just the cutest because Steve would be such a dedicated boyfriend, you'll be very happy with him and the little improvised dances in a market's aisle, the riding around town at midnight with a mixtape of songs you both enjoy playing in the background, the fact that he doesn't seem to run out of new jokes that never fail to make you laugh and just all the love this man will give you.

most meaningful line: “run your hands through your hair, absentmindedly making me want you.”

— OUR SONG This song is as pure as what I think Steve would be as a boyfriend. You two would drive around town, he’d sneak into your bedroom almost every night, and overall you two would be inseparable.

And everything would be so special, every little aspect of your relationship would mean the absolute world to him. Neither of you needed big demonstrations of love to know how the other feels. It’s evident in the way you’d laugh at all his silly jokes and the way his eyes light up every time he sees you.

You don’t need big gestures with Steve, falling more and more in love with him with so little.

most meaningful line: “our song is the way you laugh, the first date “man, I didn’t kiss her when I should have”.”

EDDIE MUNSON

— PAPER RINGS This song just screams Eddie to me. I feel like the moment you meet him, you won’t be able to get enough of him. He’ll be so charismatic and funny, you’ll have a hard time forgetting a guy like him.

And then everything will be just so special when you two finally start dating. He’ll be the best boyfriend ever to you, always making you feel loved and cared for, like you’re the most wonderful thing that has ever existed.

You’re so in love, you don’t care about what others say or think about him. All you care about is Eddie. To make him feel as loved and special as you do.

Eddie would propose to you right after he graduates, already wanting to get the hell out of Hawkins with you and start a family somewhere else. And of course you say yes, and it doesn’t matter that you don’t get a big proposal, a huge wedding or the house of your dreams, because with Eddie by your side you already have it all. You wouldn’t want to live those moments with anybody else.

most meaningful line: “I want to drive away with you, I want your complications too, I want your dreary Mondays. Wrap your arms around me, baby boy.”

— INVISIBLE This can go either way depending on what type of person you are. If you’re this social and outgoing person, Eddie would most likely feel insecure around you because you have so many friends that probably don’t even like him, so maybe he’ll avoid talking to you despite having a massive crush on you. Therefore, I feel like this song would describe exactly how he feels towards you whenever he sees you around, thinking to himself you probably think he’s just another weirdo you’d never turn to look at twice.

But if you’re this shy and socially awkward person, I feel like this would describe how you feel towards him. Eddie is an extrovert. He loves being loud and making a scene whenever he can to seem intimidating, so most likely you won’t dare talking to someone like him. You would much rather stare at him from a distance, not doing anything about the way you feel about him.

Either he’s the invisible one who secretly wants you, too afraid to talk to you because of what you might think of him; or it’s you the one hiding in the shadows, thinking someone like him would never notice someone like you.

most meaningful line: “and all I think about is how to make you think of me and everything that we could be.”

— SPARKS FLY This song perfectly describes what it would be like to date Eddie when literally everyone around you tells you not to. Because how could someone willingly date the weirdest guy in Hawkins, too obsessed with D&D and metal music to care about graduating? You’ve never cared about those types of comments, because they come from people that don’t know Eddie like you do.

Also rockstar!Eddie kind of? Perfect song to hear while going on tour with your boyfriend and his band.

most meaningful line: “I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild.”

— KING OF MY HEART I feel like falling in love with Eddie quite literally hits you like a truck. It’s unexpected and everything happens so fast, and now without realizing your cuddling with him in his bed wearing nothing but your underwear and his Hellfire t-shirt, wondering how you were able to live without him for all these years.

And you fall for him hard. No one else could ever compare to him. No one has ever make you feel the way you do with him, and you doubt someone ever will. It’s all about him, and you just can’t get enough.

Also, this feels like the perfect song for the cheerleader/loser trope and I can’t stop thinking about how the lyrics just scream Eddie to me.

most meaningful line: “is this the end of all the endings? my broken bones are mending with all these nights we’re spending up on the roof with a school girl crush.”

— THIS IS ME TRYING I can easily see Eddie being super insecure in a relationship because he’s grown thinking he doesn’t really deserve good things happening to him. That he’s a coward trying to act like a hero. Therefore, maybe he’ll break things off with you because, in his mind, he’s a complete disaster you shouldn’t have to put up with.

But then he’ll realize letting you go was a big mistake. That he finally had a good thing in his life and he pushed it away. Not the people talking shit about him or because he’s stuck in senior year again. It’s his fault.

This song would reflect how he’d feel trying to get you back. How everything is his fault because he chooses to hear what everyone else tells him rather than take control of his own life, and how he’s ready to own up to those mistakes. And maybe you won’t take him back and that’s okay. He’ll be content knowing you forgive him for hurting you. Perhaps you don’t want to be with him anymore, but he just wants you to know he’s trying to be better.

most meaningful line: “I didn’t know if you’d care if I came back, I have a lot of regrets about that.”

NANCY WHEELER

— I WISH YOU WOULD I feel like Nancy can be a little impulsive and stubborn, and both qualities can be extremely useful for some situations, but when it comes to your relationship it really wasn’t helpful at all.

She’d break up with you over a late-night phone call in the middle of a fight, only to regret it immediately after she hangs up. And then she’ll wait for you to reach out, her hopes dying more and more everyday because you never did.

And then she’d blame herself for waiting when she should’ve acted before it was too late. Before you two stopped talking entirely and she never got to make it right with you, keeping to herself everything she should’ve said to you that night.

most meaningful line: “I wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for.”

— HOW TO GET THE GIRL I think Nancy would be a hopeless romantic, even when she doesn’t want to show it that much. Therefore, she’d love every time you do some crazy movie-like gesture for her. She’d chuckle as her cheeks turn a light shade of red when she sees you standing outside her house in the middle of the night with a gift for her. You’d make her feel butterflies when you offer your jacket when it’s cold or hold the door for her. She’d tell you how much she loves you when you stay all night talking to her on the phone whenever she can't sleep.

And because everything is movie-like, I feel like this song portraits how difficult it can be for Nancy to forgive you if she ever gets mad at you. You really need to stand outside in the rain and proclaim your love for her. Of course she’d immediately forgive you, falling even harder for you because she’d never been with someone that really goes that extra mile for her.

most meaningful line: “remind her how it used to be, with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks.”

— LONG STORY SHORT Nancy will be your number one protector. No one can mess with her partner, or else they'll have to face the consequences. She's a strong force, willing to fight whoever dares to hurt you. And you know she'll always be your safe place to run to if things get complicated.

Nancy will be such a great girlfriend, she'll make you feel like all the other people that came before her were just there to prepare you for the best: her. She’ll always have your back.

most meaningful line: “when I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door.”

— ENCHANTED Okay, I don’t know why I keep seeing everything with Nancy happening so much like a movie, but I can totally see the two of you flirting with each other all night, maybe at a party or a reunion at the Wheeler’s because your parents are friends, staring at each other and her blushing when you two bump into each other whenever one of you tried to walk inside the room just when the other was trying to walk out, or when you accidentally brushed hands when she handed you a glass of water.

And neither of you could stop yourselves from smiling like idiots and barely having any sleep that night because you replayed everything in your head over and over. Both of you spend hours trying to figure out if this exchange was mutual or not. To know if the other felt the same way.

most meaningful line: “the playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy.”

— I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME I feel like Nancy has very big dreams for the future and wants to leave everything behind, which never fails to make you feel terrible because you can’t help but think she’s unhappy in Hawkins with you.

She'd always think leaving would be easy because whatever is out there is better than this small town. She even feels guilty sometimes, finding herself thinking it won't be hard to live without you because the life she has planned for herself sounds too good to replace it for the one she loves. It's an opportunity she just can't lose.

But after she moves out and breaks up with you, she realizes letting you go has to be the worst decision of her life. She failed to see what she had until it was too late.

most meaningful line: “Does it make you feel sad that the love that you're looking for is the love that you had?”

JONATHAN BYERS

— THE 1 With Jonathan moving to California and him being just the worst at communicating, I can see him breaking up with you in just the worst way possible. Whether it's at the very end of a phone call or even a letter, I feel he can be very insensitive about it because he just doesn't know how to deal with breakups. He’s not even sure if he wants to break up in the first place, but it felt like the right thing to do now that you two are so far away.

That would evidently leave you heartbroken and hating him because you really didn’t deserve it. And even when you finally move on, the what-ifs would always remain, especially after he breaks up with you so suddenly, without explanation, without room to talk.

You truly thought Jonathan was the one for you, and now that he’s not, you’re not sure what’s next in store for you.

most meaningful line: “I persist and resist the temptation to ask you, if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?”

— THE STORY OF US Similar to the last one, Jonathan really has to work on communicating his feelings. Ever since he moved to California, he’s been feeling like the two of you are more and more distant with each other. That you barely have time for him anymore, and that perhaps you already met someone new that’s keeping you preoccupied.

But instead of talking, he just assumes. And that’s so much worse than facing you and talk things over, because he comes up with random scenarios of things you are and aren’t doing, torturing himself with them.

And you’re no better, also deciding to stay quiet instead of talking things through, which leaves the two of you in this constant uncertainty of “are we okay?” “are we still together?” “is this the end?” “what is going on?”. You both suffer in silence, longing for one another, watching as your relationship crumbles right before your eyes.

most meaningful line: “this is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less, but I liked it better when you were on my side.”

— MARY’S SONG (OH MY MY MY) Leaving aside the miscommunications and the moving away, I honestly feel like being in a relationship with Jonathan would feel like this song. He seems like the type of guy you’d love forever, meeting from a young age and being inseparable ever since, getting married and forming a family together. Everyone around you would watch as the two of you grow up and begin realizing you are in love with each other. And he could perfectly remember the look on Joyce’s face when he finally told her he wanted to ask you out. She knew all along you two would end up together.

Everything will be sweet and magical. Like a love you only thought existed in movies, but you managed to find that in him. A loyal, dedicated, caring and committed lover who would do anything to make it right to you, to make you happy. I have no words, this is just the purest type of love ever.

Most meaningful line: “take me back when our world was one block wide, I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried. Just two kids, you and I.”

— YOU ARE IN LOVE This is another song that represents what the good side of a relationship with Jonathan might feel like. Just pure love for each other.

I can see it being sort of a slow-burnish type of relationship, starting as friends before you both realize you don’t want to be friends. And it would be so special because there’s no need to say it out loud. You both can see the other falling just as hard in the little comments each of you make, or the small gestures that mean the entire world when they come from the right person.

You find love in the little things, the stuff most people ignore. And that’s what makes your love for Jonathan so special.

most meaningful line: “he says “look up’ and your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch, but you felt enough.”

— ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY For a messy break up, I feel like this represents what experiencing that with him must be like. I can see him getting insecure about his feelings or the relationship in general and maybe pushing you away (with or without his realizing it), starting to avoid you or randomly canceling dates with the worst excuses you’ve ever heard, until you’ve had enough and finally break up with him.

And then he’ll realize he screwed up and try to get you back, but you’re quick to tell him everything would’ve been so easy if he just stayed with you instead of pushing you away every time you tried to reach out to work things out.

most meaningful line: “people like you always want back the love they pushed aside, but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.”

#robin buckley x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #jonathan byers x reader #taylor swift #song fics #taylor swift songs #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson || Chapter 3

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: is this a date?

Warnings: swear words; mutual pining, like a lot; Steve being a douche, again (I'm sorry, but he's overprotective of his BFFs). just a lot of fluff and bad writing, as always!

WC: 4829 (I was finally able to write something shorter!! yey me!)

A/N: Thank you again to everyone for the support! i love you all so much <3 just remember to comment or write me a message if you want to be added to the taglist!! Also, look at those puppy eyes in the gif!!

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It was five minutes before the last bell of the day when Eddie walked out of the school. He hated being stuck in the corridors with all those people, so he always found an excuse to leave class early, so he had enough time to go and collect his stuff from his locker and then go outside, maybe even get going if he had a deal to make. But that day, when he walked out of the main entrance, he was surprised to see a familiar figure sitting on the stairs outside, with a book in her hands. She almost looked angelic right then, with the sunlight washing over her, the gentle breeze of early spring slightly moving her hair. Think of a scene out of a movie, the one where the main character sees the love interest, and time seems to slow down. It felt exactly like that. So much that he wasn’t even sure he wanted to disturb her.

“Y/N?” He called out her name. When she turned around and realised who it was, she smiled, and Eddie was taken aback for a moment. “What are you doing here?”

She waited for him to come and take a seat next to her. “I refused to vivisect a frog during science.” She replied, putting a bookmark in between the pages she was just reading.

“You were kicked out of class?!” He looked sincerely shocked.

She chuckled and shook her head. “No, I was excused!”

“How is that possible? If I refused to do something in class, I would probably be sent to the principle straight away.” He leaned backwards, propping his elbows on the step right above and kicking his head back.

She turned slightly towards him, crossing her legs. “Well, for starters, I have one of the highest GPAs of the entire school.”

“Are you saying they would treat me differently if I had higher grades?”

“Well, I don’t know, but it’s possible.” She sighed. “But I think that the biggest thing was that I explained my reasoning behind my decision. Meaning, I explained why I didn’t feel comfortable putting a knife in a frog, despite the animal being already dead.”

“I never really cared about frogs; you know? That’s probably why I liked that activity.”

“Well, I care about frogs. Frogs and all other animals.” She explained. And Eddie found comfort in her love for all creatures.

There were a few moments of silence, Y/N toying with the laces of her forest green Chuck Taylors, and Eddie simply trying not the stare at her hands, her hair, or at her in general. He thought about taking out a cigarette and lighting it, but imagined she didn’t like the smell, maybe she was even bothered by it, so he thought it better to just resist the urge. You know, for her.

“We should probably move from here.” She broke the silence after a few moments. “The bell is going to ring any moment now and I wouldn’t want us to get walked over by everyone.” She stood up from her spot, putting her backpack on her shoulders, and then putting out a hand as a way of helping him get up.

He stared at her for a second, before taking her hand and pulling himself up. However, neither of them had taken into consideration how close together their feet were, so when Eddie stood up, he literally crashed into her, making her stumble backwards. “I got you.” He said almost under his breath, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her back closer to himself. Useless to say that Eddie didn’t want to let her go ever again. Being so close to her made his heart thump, and he didn’t feel comfortable with that sensation, but still, from this close he could smell the perfume she put on every morning. Creep, he told himself, trying to force his own hands to let go of her, but unable to do so.

On her part, Y/N didn’t mind the closeness at all. Actually, she enjoyed the warmth that radiated from his body, from his hands on her hips, and almost wished the bell wouldn’t ring, so that they could stay like that forever. But that moment, which felt like minutes long, was abruptly interrupted by the odious bell, echoing from inside the building. Without thinking, Eddie grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her away from the stairs, already hearing the buzz of teenagers ready to go home.

“So,” Eddie said, as he stopped somewhere far from the river of students pushing and yelling to get away from that place. “Why did you want me to meet you here?”

Y/N looked at him, a soft, almost embarrassed smile forming on her lips, as her cheeks slowly turned pink. “I just… wanted to spend a bit more time with you.” Eddie couldn’t help but stare into her eyes, unable to look away. She wanted to spend time with him. “I mean, I was going to use the English assignment as an excuse, but we could also work on the D&D story, if you prefer. Or we could just… talk. Maybe eat something, watch a movie…” Was she asking him out on a date? Was that a date? Or just an afternoon between friends? “I mean if you want… I didn’t even ask you if you were free.”

“I was supposed to meet with my friends.” He really did have band practice that afternoon.

“Fuck, sorry.” She immediately said, taking a step back a looking away. “Ehm… we, we could do this another time, if you want. I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry.” He chuckled, taking a step towards her. “But don’t worry. I had already cancelled.” No, he didn’t. But his mates would understand, right? “I’m free.” She looked at him, waiting for him to say more, as if she needed him to say it out loud to be 100% sure. “We could go to my place.” The smile that formed on her lips was the best reward. Fuck, he thought, I need to stay calm or else I’m going to fuck it up.

Eddie was ready to grab her hand and take her to his car, to get going, but they both heard a familiar voice. “Dude!” They turned around and noticed Robin jogging towards them, followed by someone else. “You did the right thing by leaving the class. I almost threw up at one point!” She laughed. “Hey, Munson!” She smiled at Eddie.

“Buckley” He replied with a quick smile. A smile that faded just as quickly as it had appeared when he realised who was following Robin.

“Y/N, are you ready to go?” Steve Harrington took off his sunglasses and Eddie immediately felt the same urge he had felt until the previous year: the urge to punch him in the face.

“Actually,” Y/N looked at Eddie, then Robin, and finally Steve. “I’m not coming with you today.”

“Is your mom picking you up? I thought I saw your brother leaving on his bike.” Steve hang his glasses on the collar of his t-shirt.

Y/N took a deep breath, as she already knew how he was going to react. “No, Steve.” She shook her head. “I’m leaving with Eddie.”

“What? Why?”

“We’re going… out.” She said, not really sure what to say.

“But you always go out with me and Robin when we have a free afternoon.” He almost whined. Why was he acting like this?

Y/N looked at him for a few seconds, confused. “And? That doesn’t mean it’s mandatory or anything. I like going out with you. But today I want to go out with Eddie.” Eddie’s heart leaped at that sentence. Did you hear that? She wants to spend time with me.

After a few moments of silence, Steve walked up to her and took her by the wrist, pulling her away. Eddie was so ready to throw himself at him, to stop him, but thought it better to just let them talk. “What kind of game are you playing here, Y/N? Huh? You can’t go out with him.”

“Why? Is there some kind of law that prohibits me from doing it? I don’t think so.” Even though she tried to keep her voice as quiet and as low as possible, Eddie could still hear everything they said.

“Y/N, you don’t get it, do you? He’s not a good person.”

“Fuck you, Steve! You’re not my mom. Actually, my mom likes Eddie, so I think that means it’s not a problem to her if I go on a date with him.” A date? Eddie was shocked, just like all the others present. So, that was a date!

“A date? Really?” Steve was now raising his voice, no longer caring whether Eddie Munson could hear them.

“Yes, a date.” And as she said that she could feel warmth raising to her cheeks, knowing full well Eddie was looking at her. They hadn’t said anything about a date, and she hope, she truly hoped he was okay with it. “So, now, if you’ll excuse me, you’re making me late to my date.” With that being said, she freed herself from Steve’s hold and walked back towards Eddie and Robin. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” She said to her best friend. And as she nodded back to her with a smile, she grabbed the raven-haired boy’s hand and walked away.

Eddie simply followed her. A part of him wanted to stop her right there, in the middle of the car park, and kiss her, but he didn’t. He just walked beside her, squeezing her hand just to let her know he was with her. When they reached his car, neither of them said anything. They just got in and sat there for a moment.

She was the one to break the silence, eventually. “I’m sorry about that.” Her voice came out almost as a whisper, and when Eddie turned to look at her, he realised her eyes were now glossy. “I truly am sorry. I hate him when he acts like this.”

Eddie reached out his hand, placing it gently on hers. “Don’t worry, I’m used to it. At least once a day I hear people calling me a freak, or making fun of me and stuff. So, I’m used to it.”

“But it’s not right.” She whispered, closing her eyes. “You shouldn’t be used to it.”

“Don’t worry, okay? It doesn’t hurt me anymore.” He smiled softly, trying to get her attention by briefly squeezing her hand. “Hey, I’m okay.”

“But I’m not.” She still wouldn’t look at him. “I’m not okay with it. I know I can’t do much about other people, but Steve is supposed to be my best friend, for fuck’s sake. He should support me! So, if I like you, he should at least try to like you as well, right?”

“He obviously doesn’t like me. And I can’t blame him, because I don’t like him either.” It was only then that she finally turned her head to him. “I mean, look at me and look at him. We’re polar opposites. He was on the basketball team, while I played D&D in a room in the basement. He had girls all over him, while I barely have friends. He probably listens to Duran Duran and Bon Jovi, while I love Dio and Metallica.” He chuckled. “You know, I’m surprised you would even want to go out with me instead of going out with someone like him.”

“Why is it so hard to believe I may like you?” Her voice was still soft, a whisper. “Why can’t I just go out with whomever I want?”

“Oh, princess, you can go out with anyone you like, really. And if that someone ends up being me, then I’ll be the luckiest motherfucker in Hawkins.” He smiled, one hand still holding hers, while the other found its way to her cheek, stroking it ever so gently. His eyes stared into hers as she melted into his touch. And right there he swore he could drown in those eyes, he could live like that, if she only gave him the chance. “Should we go to my place?”

Eddie’s voice was so calm and soft, his smile gentle. Y/N felt the urge to throw her arms around him, to pulling him close and just lay her head on his chest. But she didn’t. She simply nodded, laying her back against the leather seat. However, she did not let go of his hand, holding it tight, and hoping Eddie would not let go as well. And so it was: Eddie drove for most of the time with only one hand on the wheel, and if he needed to also used his other hand, he would then put it immediately back on hers.

Neither of them said much on the drive to his place, finding comfort in the silence, in the sounds of the car’s engine and the nature around them. Eddie would never admit it, but he had always hated silence. He hated being left alone with his thoughts for too long. Which is weird, since he geneally spent most of his time outside of school by himself. Not by choice, obviously, but he was alone most of the time. That’s why he spent so much time listening to music and trying to learn how to play new songs on his beloved guitar. Like Master of Puppets by Metallica. It had just come out a couple of weeks before and he had already listened to that tape for who knows how many times. But with Y/N it was different, it was a different kind of silence. He enjoyed that kind of silence. That was probably why he was disappointed to see the trailer park appear in the distance. He entered the park and pulled up in front of his own trailer. Well, his uncle’s. And in that exact moment he started regretting inviting her over. What was she going to think? She lived in a beautiful home and he lived in a trailer with his uncle. As soon as they got out of the car, Eddie sprinted towards the door, trying to see if it was okay to let her in. It wasn’t a tidy place. He wasn’t a tidy person. But it could have been worse.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He said, opening the door and moving to the side to let her in. “I know it’s not the best, but… it’s home.”

Y/N looked around briefly, a smile on her lips. “It’s nice. Cosy.” She said, turning to look at him.

“You don’t have to say that. I know it’s terrible-”

“I’m not just saying it.” She interrupted him. “I truly think it’s nice!” She walked past him, still looking around the space. "When I was young, I remember I wanted to live in an RV.” Eddie chuckled at the idea of a small Y/N telling her parents she wanted to live in an RV. “I thought it was so cool, you had everything you need, no stairs, no great distances between your bedroom and the kitchen. And the coolest part was obviously the fact that it wasn’t permanent.” She laughed. “I was so excited at the idea of moving around the country, and not only during summer vacations. If one day I woke up and decided I wanted to wake up the next morning in front of the sea, I could have just moved to the seaside and parked my house on the beach.” She eventually turned back to face him and blushed when she realised that he was looking at her like that. “Sadly, we never even spent a week in an RV. My parents hated the idea. Then, when it was just my mom, she even stopped wanting to go away from Hawkins for a couple of days.”

“Well, now you can come over here whenever you want and pretend you are in and RV.” Eddie laughed, as he walked closer to her. Fuck. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so bad. He wanted to put his hands on either side of her face and pull her in. He wanted to press his lips on hers. He didn’t need an aggressive kiss, like one from those scenes in movies where the lovers finally realise that they are meant for each other, so they run to one another, their bodies crashing together, as they engage in a passionate kiss, biting lips and tongues dancing. No, that’s not what he needed nor wanted. He wanted a gentle kiss, one that transpires every single emotion, every single feeling, every single word. All the I need you’s and the I love you’s that had been hanging there, in the air, flowing in that kiss. But he could not kiss her like that. So, he just stood there.

“Show me you room” She said. And Eddie panicked. Why would she want to see his room? His room was messy. He barely liked his room himself. “Come on! I need to know more about you! You saw my room and found out I have a major crush on Brian May. You show me your room and maybe I’ll find out whom you have a crush on.” She chuckled, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “Please!”

She somehow made her eyes bigger than they usually were, and Eddie lost his words for a moment. Fuck, don’t look at me like that. “Fine.” He sighed. “Just, don’t judge me, okay? It’s… it’s messy.” Still holding her hand, he walked her to his room. When he put his hand on the doorknob, he took a deep breath before opening the door. “This is it.”

Y/N walked pass Eddie and into the room. She looked around, like she did when she first entered the trailer, but this time he could tell she wasn’t simply “looking”. She was studying. He kept his eyes on her, scared to death she might just turned to him and laugh. Her room was much bigger than his. She had a whole collection of vinyls and an entire wall stacked to the top with books of every size. He had a chest full of tapes, most of them sneakily recorded as he “borrowed” them from the music store. He had a few books scattered all around the room. His bedroom was a mess. He was a mess. And he was scared she would notice it. But instead, she took a seat on his bed.

“You still play?” She pointed to the guitar hanging on the wall.

Eddie's eyes followed her finger, looking briefly at the instrument, then back at her. “What?” How did she knew about him playing? He had never talked about it with her. Did Dustin say something?

“Corroded Coffin, right?”

He looked at her obviously confused, but mostly surprised that she knew that name. “How do you know about that?”

“We went to the same middle school.”

“Impossible! I would have remembered you!”

“I was very different back then than I am now.” She sighed. “And I was good at blending in the background.” She looked down, almost embarrassed. “But I remember you...”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes…” Her cheeks turned slightly red. And at that point Y/N couldn’t help but think back to her middle school years, those terrible years. It had been hell for her. She looked very different, but she liked the same things she did now. And people made fun of her because of that. People made fun of her for dressing up as Bowie for Halloween. People made fun of her for wanting to read during lunch break instead of talking about boys. Not that she didn’t like boys. She liked boys. And girls too. And maybe that was the reason she tried to avoid talking about crushes and stuff. She was afraid people might start bullying her for that too. But she did have a crush on someone. There was this kid, he was two years older than her, he had a buzzcut. She remembered going to the school’s talent show and watching him play with his band. Many thought they were lame because they weren’t very good. But she thought they were awesome. She thought he was cool. But when, after the show, she had finally gathered enough courage to go and talk to him, maybe even just to become friends with him, she heard him talk with his bandmates about that blonde girl in her year that was doing that cheerleading number. He heard someone say that she was pretty, and she took it for granted it was him. So, she just ran away. Then he moved to high school the next year and she no longer saw him for some time. Until she moved to Hawkins High. And he was there. He no longer had a buzzed head, and tattoos had started appearing on his arms. He obviously didn’t know who she was or even if she existed, but still, she couldn’t help but look at him in the cafeteria, or smile when he walked down the hallway and their eyes met for a split second. She was head over hills for him. She had been for a long time. But he had never even talked to her until two days before. And now she was sitting on his bed. On a date with him? If she had told Steve when he was still in school that she had a crush on him, he would have made fun of her. He would have reacted similarly to how he had reacted the day before during their car ride, calling her crazy because he was not a good person, because he smoked and was a freak. But she knew him better than he did, better than anyone did. She had watched him for so long, hoping that he would just look at her, smile at her even. And in the meantime, she had learned things about him. She had learned that he played an invisible guitar whenever he was bored in class, moving his hand under the desk and moving his fingers like he would on the strings. She knew that he bounced his leg when he was stressed because she saw him do that during tests. He would always put his tongue out a bit whenever he was concentrating. He enjoyed spending time with his D&D friends, but he really had a soft spot for her brother: she had noticed the change in his demeanour when Dustin had joined Hellfire, and how he acted differently whenever Dustin was around or not. That was something that drew her even more to him. She loved her brother with all her heart, and the guy she had feelings for – feelings she would never admit to have – treated her brother like that. She had won. Well, not yet at least, since he had started talking to her only the day before. But they were on a date now. And that must have meant something.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” Eddie took a seat next to her, close enough so that if either of them where to slightly move their leg, then they would be pressed against one another’s.

“Play something for me, would you?”

Her request took him by surprise, especially after that long moment of silence. “You don’t like the music I know how to play.”

She turned to look at him and smiled. “Try me.”

He looked at her for a moment before he got up from his seat to go and take his guitar off the wall. “Any request?” He asked as he leaned against the chest of drawers, putting the guitar strap around him.

“Play a song you like. Any song.” She moved a bit back on the bed, crossing her legs and propping her head on her hand. “Maybe I’ll surprise you with my knowledge.” She winked at him.

Right then and there, he wanted to run outside and scream. He wanted to scream because the woman of his dreams was sitting on his bed, asking him to play her a song. He had dreamt about that moment a million times, and now that it was actually happening, it didn’t feel real. Please, someone, punch me in the face. Actually, no, don’t do it. If it’s a dream, don’t let me wake up. He took a stray pick from his jacket’s pocket and cracked his neck, before shifting around a bit, trying to find a comfortable position. He had to play something cool, something that she would find cool. He took a look around the room, looking for inspiration. That’s it, he thought. And so, he began playing.

He played for a little over three minutes, just standing there, and Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She had played the image of him playing his guitar at the middle school’s talent show over and over in his head, trying to imagine how he would have looked today. But no imagine that she had created in her head could have compared to what she had right now in front of her. That wasn’t just cool. He looked hot. He was there, with a concentrated look on his face, his little tongue slipping out, but then moving to biting his bottom lip. Fuck me. She thought. And she meant that in every possible way. When eventually Eddie finished the song, she didn’t know what to say, afraid that if she spoke too soon, she might actually confess whatever she was thinking in that moment. So, she waited for him to put back the guitar and come lay on the bed next to her.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment, before turning his head slightly to the side, catching a glimpse of her smile. “So, did you enjoy it?”

Hell yes, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much that, if I didn’t have a bit of self-control, I would be all over you right now. “Very much.” She replied, moving her hair behind her ear. “I love Too Young To Fall In Love.”

Eddie propped himself up on his elbow, a surprised look on his face. “You know Mötley Crüe?”

“I must say, I may be a bit mainstream, but I really like Shout At The Devil.” She smiled. “And I also enjoy Too Fast For Love.”

A song about sex. Did she just explicitly told him she liked a song about sex? “How do you know about Mötley Crüe?” He was still confused about that first fact, about the fact that she knew that band. “I thought you listened to Bowie and Queen.”

“Yes, and they are my favourites! But they’re not the only artists I like!” She laughed. “I told you I would surprise you with my knowledge!”

He had spent so long thinking she was so different from him, that they would not have much in common, and then, in less than two days he found out not only that she like the same authors he did, but she also enjoyed some of the artists he loved. Marry me. And if that wasn’t enough, she understood him more than anyone had ever done in his entire life. He had never been a big fan of theories such as that of soulmates, linked to one another by an invisible string. He had always thought it was stupid and that soulmates didn’t exist. But in that moment, lying there on his bed next to her, he could feel his heart change. He felt like he had always known her in some way, or that they were destined to meet, maybe even to be together.

“I think you’re really good, by the way.” She said, eventually lying down as well, rolling onto her side so that she could look at him.

“Nah, I’ve played for so long, I should be better than this by now.” He rolled on his side as well, now facing her.

“Maybe you just have to learn how to play something from a different genre. It might give you a fuller experience and you might even learn something from it.” She smiled, only a few inches dividing them. “That’s what I did when I found myself writing the same things over and over. I wrote something completely different, and that helped me find a new perspective.”

He looked at her, fighting with his entire body the urge to touch her, to kiss her. “I could learn to play something you like.”

She bit the inside of her lip, trying to keep herself from smiling too much. “You would? For me?” She asked, thinking he was just making fun of her.

Anything for you, he thought. But the words didn’t come out of his mouth. So, he simply nodded.

“Well, in that case, my favourite song is Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears” She said, moving forward to place a soft kiss of his cheek.

Eddie’s heart started racing, leaping, and he felt like his stomach was all tied in knots. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t say a word. Fuck, he thought to himself. I’m fucked. He kept looking at her. Am I falling in love?

A/N: so, if nothing happens, tomorrow I will finally go to London for my vacation, and I'll be back on Monday! I'll write the fourth chapter then! In the meantime, enjoy this! Don't forget to let me know if you liked this! Love you, my lovelies <3

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