Eddie Munson One Shot - Tumblr Posts

I felt this on my soul it's so good

Insecurity and Love // Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 

masterlist

Synopsis: Reader isn’t feeling pretty today, but Eddie, who wears his heart on his sleeve, is there to let you know just how much he loves you. 

WC: 1.3k

Category: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff. Some sexually suggestive content.

Content: Reader & Eddie are both 18+!! Insecurity (obviously), reader has some body-image issues and self-esteem issues ig (mentions of not being “thin enough”, not feeling pretty or deserving of love), brief descriptions of making out w Eddie, very brief allusion to cunnilingus, mentions of bottling up emotions, Eddie is a good listener and the sweetest bf ever, use of nicknames (sweetheart, baby, pretty) bc they make me melt, much tenderness <3. 

A/N: This is entirely self-indulgent, enjoy! 

***

“Okay. What’s going on with you today?” Eddie asks, bringing his hands back up to your face as you sit in his lap in his bed, Eddie leaning up against the headboard. 

When you don’t respond and instead look down at your fiddling fingers, he dips his head to look into your eyes. 

“Hm?” He hums, stroking your flaming cheek with the back of his pointer finger. 

You sighed. You didn’t want to bring it up. In fact, you tried so hard all day not to say anything, to keep your mouth shut because you didn’t want to sour the day. But you were not the type of person to hold things in. So many people just seem to bottle up their bad thoughts and feelings and store them away in an isolated part of their minds; locking those pieces of themselves away in the dark where no one can reach them. 

And maybe it’s unhealthy,—keeping things inside like that—but being unable to stop the dam from bursting, the water gushing out, recklessly flowing out and destroying everything in its path felt like a curse sometimes. People always say talking about things will make you feel better, but sometimes it makes you feel worse! Those thoughts and feelings all come out and they won’t stop and then you look like a fool because you probably didn’t make any sense and does anyone even want to listen anyway? Do they even care? 

So, you’d tried the bottling up thing. Which was way harder than it seemed. Especially as you told Eddie everything. And you might not think it most of the time, but he eats up every word. He wants to hear your silly rants about an episode of something you watched on TV the other night. He wants to listen to you drone on and on about your current favourite book or a new song you heard on the radio. He’s always prepared to hear about your shitty day and let you cry into his beat up Metallica t-shirt. And of course he is always ready to completely nerd out with you about any of your shared interests. 

Keep reading

dear lord this is way too damn good

steddie?!?! okay just, just steve and eddie eating you out together. watching their tongues touch when they lap up your cunt like they've been thirsty all their lives. one of them just fucking their fingers in you and the other sucks on your little sensitive clit with an evil smile. and you don't know how many times you came

:((( they've just been eating both your holes out for hours. and fuck, maybe you're even face down ass up and they're just licking at your holes — steve fucking his tongue into your cunt and eddie might finger and lick your ass obxjdhskjsjs autumn ☹️

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 | 𝗲. 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 & 𝘀. 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻

pairings: eddie munson x female reader x steve harrington

summary: eddie and steve are more than happy to show you just how much they like pleasing you.

word count: 1.7k words

warnings: eighteen plus only, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, anal play/ass fingering and licking

authors note: august ☹️☹️ you are so dirty this is so dirty but i love it. the steddie kick i’m on right now is so intense and this only fuelled the fire. i hope you enjoy the route i went with this, cause i know i sure did! depending on how we all like this there may be another steddie one shot in your near future!

“d-do you guys really like eating me out?” your knee bounced with anxiety, a worried look etched into your features. from you furrowed brows to your bottom lip that was caught between your teeth.

the two boys in front of you shared a confused look, making eye contact quickly before looking back at you. they wondered where this was coming from and why you had brought it up after dinner on a random wednesday night.

“where did you get the idea we didn’t like doing it?” steve said. he was having a hard time keeping it together, wondering where and when this thought had landed in your pretty head.

“i overheard two girls in my class talking about how guys don’t actually like doing it…” you sighed softly, holding your hands out in front of you. “and i thought of the both of you a-and i don’t wanna make you guys-“

eddie was the first to break the seriousness in the room, a deep laugh pouring out of him. your lips formed into a pout, arms coming to wrap around your middle.

“baby.” steve reached out to place a hand on your shaky knee, his other slapping eddie gently as a cue for him to stop laughing.

you shook your head and looked at the table, embarrassment heating your face. you felt a bit silly for bringing it up now, given the reaction of your boyfriends.

you heard some shuffling around, and it wasn’t long before you felt two ring heavy fingers on your chin. eddie pushed your head up to look at him, a dopey smile painted on his face.

“sweetheart.” he whispered, “you aren’t making us do anything.”

steve moved closer, standing above you and next to eddie.

“those girls don’t know what they are talking about.” steve shook his head, “their douchebag boyfriends only care about their own needs.”

“we love making you feel good.” eddie smiled at you, “fuck, i’d never cum again if it meant i got to taste you everyday.”

“i second that.” steve remarked, “eating you out is one of my favourite things.”

you felt even more hot than before, listening to the two of them tell you that they would die for your pussy. your lip stayed stuck between your teeth, eyes moving back and forth between the two pretty boys.

they watched you in thought for a few seconds before eddie turned to steve dramatically.

“she doesn’t believe us.” eddie smirked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“i don’t think she does.” steve said in the same snarky tone.

“i-i..” you began.

“ah-ah.” eddie squished your cheeks together so you couldn’t speak.

“think we better show our girl how much her cunt means to us, harrington.” eddie dragged his words out, looking back from you to steve.

“i agree.” steve tilted his head at you, “think she needs a reminder.”

that’s how you ended up here, back arched above eddie’s bed as you moaned out in pleasure.

though the conversation happened only an hour ago, it was blurry in your mind. turns out it’s hard to make out details when you were headed in the direction of your fourth orgasm.

you were positive there was a puddle of your own juices beneath you. your thighs were coated in your sticky nectar, a thin layer of sweat laid upon your skin.

steve had a hand pressed on your left thigh, keeping your legs open to where he liked it. he was laying on his stomach, licking at your soaked entrance.

eddie was hovering beside him, his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud. he knew best how you liked your clit toyed with, a steady back and forth between sucking and small kitten licks.

you felt eddie laughing around you. you peaked your head up to see their tongues hitting each other as steve lapped your juices up further.

a pathetic moan fell from your lips at the sight. you pushed yourself up on your arms so you could see the two of them better. they pulled away from your cunt for a moment, connecting their lips in a sloppy kiss. their faces were covered in your slick, steve’s chest hairs were wet from a mix of that and sweat.

you whined loudly, suddenly feeling left out. when they turned to you, your eyes grew wider. both of their lips were swollen and wet, their faces both wearing a beautiful shade of pink

they were the prettiest things you had ever seen, especially like this. eddie smirking in your direction, loving how much you were enjoying yourself. steve wearing a more gentle smile, just as eager as you are for him to get back to what he was doing.

“don’t worry, angel.” eddie chuckled, “we haven’t forgotten about you.”

he moved back down to your clit, kissing above it before wrapping his lips around it once more.

steve pulled back eddie’s hair and watched him, smiling as he heard you sigh pleasure once again. he pressed two fingers against your entrance, enjoying the way you clenched around the tips of them.

sliding them into you, your back arched again. your gummy walls sucking him into you with no remorse.

“should feel her, eddie.” steve whispered to the dark haired boy, “pretty pussy is fluttering ‘round me already.“

he began working the digits into you, twisting them around with interested eyes. one thing about the two of them was that the only thing they loved looking at as much as you, was your cunt.

“needa cum.” your toes curled, hand knitting into eddie’s hair as you gripped it tightly. “steve…eddie…please.”

you didn’t miss the smirk they sent eachother. it was cruel how quickly they pulled away from your heat, leaving you a whining mess.

“come on sweetheart.” eddie encouraged, “flip over for us.” he helped you sit up slowly as a gentle ache pulsed through your body.

steve placed a pillow down to support your head, helping eddie flip you over. gripping onto eddie’s arm you managed to get on your knees, letting your front collapse into the fluffy white pillow.

you pushed your ass into the air, teasingly moving it a bit. steve slapped your ass playfully, making a laugh bubble in your chest.

“look at this, harrington.” eddie groaned, spreading your ass open wider. “opened nice and wide for us, little holes are begging for it, you see that?”

eddie’s words went straight to your already burning hot core. you knew he was obsessed with your ass, taking and chance he could to take a peak at it and knead the flesh in his hands.

it clicked now, why they wanted you like this. the two of them being the greedy ones now, they both wanted a hole to play with.

“look like she’s already ready for you, eds.” steve licked his lips, rubbing your slick up towards the tight muscle.

steve held onto the backs of your thighs, moving down to lap at your sore pussy. your puffy folds ached at his warm tongue, your body already chasing another release.

eddie began kissing your ass slowly, making his way closer and closer to where you wanted him. with a kiss against the soft ring your entire body relaxed. eddie smirked seeing the home slightly loosen, taking it as his chance to begging licking at it.

the sensations of the both of them licking at you made you pull at the sheets harshly, balling them up in your fists. the only sounds to be heard were your whimpers followed by the squelches of your arousal.

as if the two of them could read each others minds, they both pushed their tongues in close. steve’s tongue worked inside your pussy, repeatedly moving and drilling inside you. eddie took his time with it, letting you feel every small movement as he pushed his tongue around your tiny hole.

“right there, fuck!” a high pitched moan fell from you as you turned your head in their direction.

your body was teetering, your orgasm approaching quicker than you had ever felt. eddie removed his mouth from you, gently pushing the tip of his thumb into your ass.

“good girl, princess.” eddie cooed, pressing his thumb in fully. “look at you, so beautiful for us.” his voice sounded like he was proud and he knew that drove you crazy.

steve groaned into your heat, feeling you twitching against his face. the two of them kept up this pace, knowing it’s what you needed to get through.

the fourth orgasm was much quicker than the others. your body going rigid and tensing, body twitching aggressively a few times as bliss came and suffocated you, ears ringing as it claimed you. your moans stole your breath away, leaving you an incoherent mess.

eddie gently worked his finger out of your spent muscle, watching it pucker at the loss of his finger. steve kisses around your heat, helping you come down as best he could.

they both whispered sweet words to you, helping you relax your knees and lay down fully. steve’s hand moved to rub your back in slow circles, ignoring how sticky your skin was.

eddie bent down to rub your cheek, smiling as you gave him a fucked out grin.

“she lives!” he joked, laughing softly, steve following not far behind.

“you okay, baby?” steve muttered, moving so he could see your face. you only nodded, humming happily.

“i..” you trailed off, “might just be the luckiest girl in hawkins.”

they both grinned widely, steve moving to kiss your head.

“not sure about lucky.” eddie tilted his head.

“spoiled for sure.” steve replied, causing you to smile even wider.

you were lucky, luckier than you had ever been and you knew the two of them would prove that no matter where or when.

won’t let go | eddie munson

word count: 853

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you stay by eddie’s side in the hospital while he recovers from the events that happened in the upside down

warnings: fluff, light angst, mentions of death, light swearing, hurt/comfort, possible s4 spoilers, hurt eddie needs its own warning

notes: written based on this and this request that i combined cause they were a little similar in idea! it’s short but sweet so i hope you like it. as always, not edited so all my mistakes are my own

library

stranger things bookshelf

Shifting in the uncomfortable hospital chair, you leaned forward, placing your elbows on your thighs as you covered your face with your hands. The handcuffs secured around his wrists, trapping him to the bed making you sick.

The second you brought him to the hospital, after pulling him out of the Upside Down, they stuck cuffs on him. They stuck cuffs on him like he was gonna magically escape despite being clearly severely wounded. You argued that with the police but they didn’t care, Eddie was branded as a murderer in their minds.

They believed he was some satanic cult leader that went around breaking kids’ bones and taking out their eyes when all he did was play Dungeon and Dragons; and occasionally sell drugs but that isn’t the point. This town hated him for playing a game and looking different than they did. They called him a freak for how he expressed himself and the things he did, it wasn’t fair. Not after he almost died for this stupid town that hated him and thought of him as nothing but a freak and a murder.

Keep reading

Leave a Mark

Warnings: physical abuse from reader’s father, cursing, cleanup of an injury

Word count: 6.72k words

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x Henderson sister!reader

not proof read :)

Summary: When your father comes back to town after a year only looking for trouble, you hurry to get your brother to safety. The only person to volunteer to help though, is Eddie Munson, the boy you didn’t really consider your friend, but not an enemy either. 

Edward Munson. A senior for the third time in a row. The leader of the Hellfire Club — the club your dear, younger brother Dustin was apart of. Dustin loved him, which you had no idea why. You guessed it was because of their mutual love for dnd, but you definitely didn’t like the guy. When you had met a couple months ago, you got off on the wrong foot. Your impression of the boy was that his little club was nothing more than a way for people to fear him, to see him and run in the other direction. You guessed he liked to be feared, which made you instantly hate him. What kind of high schooler gets off on seeing people scared?

Once your brother joined his club, you were pissed. 

“Absolutely not Dustin! There’s no way you’re joining Hellfire! No fucking way.”

“But Mike is too! It’s fine! I don’t understand why you don’t like Eddie!” You scoff, throwing your hands up in the air. “That club is basically a cult! Besides, I just don’t like him. I don’t want you around him. He’s in my science class and he never pays attention and always likes to goof around.”

“Oh like you’re so high and mighty Y/n. You skip class every chance you get! I’m surprised you didn’t get held back along with Eddie!” 

You glare at Dustin. “Why do you even like him Dustin?” 

“He’s nice to me,” he says almost immediately. “He never treated me any different when I arrived to high school. All those other assholes took one look at me and decided I wasn’t worth their time. Eddie didn’t.” You sigh loudly and think a bit. “Fine,” you finally cave in. Dustin’s smile widens more than you think you’ve ever seen. “But if I feel you’re not safe, I am pulling you out of that club as soon as possible. Mike too. Understand?” He starts jumping up and down, ready to run out of the house and to Mike’s. “Yes! Yes, thank you!” 

Keep reading

give me you

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie teaches you how to play a guitar and it turns into something more interesting than that 

warning: 18+, no minors!; cursing; kissing, sexually explicit language, fem penetration; not beta’d

p.s. as always if you enjoy like and reblog <3

p.s.s. honestly, I'm just having fun writing this, so don't judge me :)

Rain was splattering outside, and piercing gusts of wind shook the trees above the trailer park. You looked out the window, skies full of crimson, ominous and black.

‘Don’t worry, mum’ you smiled against the telephone head ‘I’ll be at Eddie's for a bit, just until rain calms down’

You sat on the bed, knees pulled to your chest. Fingers twirled the telephone cord as you reassured your mother that nothing would happen to you.

‘Your mum is freaking out that her sweet girl is hanging out with a freak like me?’ Eddie stopped in a door frame, smirking at you. 

‘Well, you have quite a reputation, mister’ you grinned, jokingly throwing a pillow at him.

‘Do I now?’ Eddie arched his brow slyly. 

‘Yes,’ you licked your lips.

You slowly exhaled, watching Eddie’s eyes draw to your mouth. 

Of course, the infamous dungeon master doesn’t have to do anything with those dirty talks about him at school, you think slightly annoyed. Besides being a dealer, Eddie is the sweetest guy you’ve ever known. Get you the best deals ever? Sure, any time. Flattery worked with him he said once, making your cheeks flush rosy red. You were sure it wasn’t just flattery but because Eddie had a heart of gold. Lend you his records for an unlimited period of time? ‘There you go, angel’ 

Pick your tipsy ass up from one of Steve's (ugh why do you talk with him, princess?) stupid parties and drive you home? ‘Gotta make sure my girl is safe’

Yes, the sweetest guy you knew. The guy you have fallen in love with as your mum claimed but you only dismissed it, shaking your head. 

‘So, ready to learn a bit of magic?’ Eddie leans over you, arm reaching out to his guitar laying on the bed. His Hellfire shirt rides up slightly above the buckle of the belt, exposing a sliver of pale skin. A thin line of dark hair hides down his jeans and you swallow heavily, trying to stay composed. 

Jesus Christ, he was attractive. A tight knot starts to build up down your belly and you close your eyes for a second.

Eddie climbs up onto the bed, sitting behind you. His legs swing off each side of your tighs, as he brings the guitar to your lap. You feel his firm chest against your back and his crotch pressing into your lower back. He’s warm. You can feel Eddie’s breathing tickling little hairs at the back of your neck as he plants his chin on your shoulder.

‘Babe?’ he calls softly, waking you up from the trance. 

You nod, knitting your eyebrows together.

‘Show me, Eds’

Eddie circles his arms around yours, gently positioning your fingers over the guitar neck. His slightly calloused fingers warm against your hands and you watch them bewitched. Eddie guides your fingers to the right music chord, his right-hand covers yours bringing it close to the strings over the belly of his guitar.

You swear you could hear Eddie’s breathing hitch slightly as his chin rested on your shoulder. 

‘Like this, y/n’ he whispers quietly from behind you, fingers pressing into yours. It feels carnally intimate, more than anything else you have done with any of the boys, and you gulp down.

‘Like this?’ your voice is hoarse, it breaks mid-sentence when Eddie fidgets, the buckle of his belt pushes into the skin of your bare back.

 The hem of your t-shirt rose up, the cold metal of Eddie’s belt sending goosebumps all over your back. You could bet you felt his dick hardening against you. 

            Goddamit. 

 ‘Mmhh’ Eddie murmurs in approval, lips grazing over your shoulder, as you manage to produce some kind of melody. You shiver, wetness pooling between your thighs. He whimpers slightly when you buckle back, your bottom pushing into his dick. Holy shit.

‘Sorry’ you mumble, turning your head slightly. You accidentally hit his chin, breath heavy over his skin. 

‘Fuck’ Eddie clenches his jaw, hard beneath you. He quickly releases you from the position you’ve been prisoned for last minutes, setting the guitar aside. 

‘I- I have to piss.’ He lets out a shaky breath, scrambling himself from the bed. You catch his eyes glued to your heavily rising chest, nipples poking from the thin fabric of the shirt you’re wearing. You are hot with desire and somehow you know Eddie needs more than just peeing in the bathroom. The bulge of his dick is tight against the black jeans fabric and his face blushing in pink perfection. 

That is when you reach out, grabbing his hand, pulling down. Eddie stumbles almost falling over you.

‘What the fuck?’ He hisses, body crushing yours. His face inches away from yours, he looks bemused when your hands snake around his neck.

‘Eddie..?’ you sound ecstatic. His eyelashes flutter as he watches your lips move as if it was the prettiest sight he’s ever laid his eyes upon. 

‘Yes?’ he chuckles softly, towering over you. 

Your body is shaking and you only manage to whisper what has been inside your head all evening.

‘If I had told you that I want you, would that be so awful for our friendship?’ 

There. There it was. Laid down for him. Raw and open. The same as you sprawled down underneath him right now.

‘Fucking hell…’ 

He shakes his head astonished, his brain goes blank for a moment. 

‘I- Jesus, baby…’ he pants,  ‘You’re so hot you know that’ 

Eyes dark with lust no doubt and you exhale in relief at the sight of him. Eddie is at the loss of words.  

‘And..?’ you whisper, fingers running through his frizzy hair. 

‘Y/n, you’re my best friend’ he states, ‘I possibly couldn’t’ 

You whimper, as he breaks loose from your grip, standing upright in front of you. The dim light inside Eddie’s room gently hugs his tall posture. He runs his hand through his hair, trying to compose his breathing. 

‘Don’t you want me?’ your hand darts up to your belly, slightly lifting the hem of your t-shirt. You have never done anything remotely so erotic and dirty at the same time. And you blush like a tomato but hope it is invisible in the dark colours of the room. Eddie groans, closing his eyes, eyebrow furrowed. 

‘Do you like me, Eddie?’ you lick your lips, a nervous giggle coming up your throat. ‘Not as a friend, as a girl..?’

Eddie’s groaning again, now pacing the room. He stops again, looking down at you hungrily.

‘Ah fuck…’ his voice shaky. ‘I do but I might regret saying it, angel’ 

He looks overwhelmed. Nervous? 

Oh my god. 

‘Good’ you swallow slowly, and your legs fall open. ‘I promise it won’t ruin our friendship’

Eddie’s hypnotized. Bewitched. Drunk on the sight of you giving yourself so willingly and eagerly. 

The world stops for a second and then falls apart as you whisper.

‘Then fuck me, Eddie, please’

He chokes on air but the view you’re giving him brings him back to life. Your words shoot straight into his groin, boiling his blood, as he strips himself of the shirt, throwing it over his head.

You’re offering him all you have, everything of you there is, hoping he’d take it all. 

Eddie leans over you, running his palm from your ankle all the way up to your hip. Thumb stroking at the soft skin where your hip meets the torso, and you whimper greedily.

Cold rings brush against your skin. Fuck.

Your skirt rode up to your waist, giving full access to your panties. 

Suddenly, he stops, eyes serious. Eddie looks down at you. His hair tickles your cheeks and you scrunch your nose.

He smiles, planting a soft kiss on it. And it is so loving, so gentle that you come undone.

‘Are you sure, princess?’ He asks softly. ‘Because I need you to know that I want you too, hell, I always did, but if you are not…’ 

You kiss him hard. It’s messy, greedy, needy. You feel your pussy throbbing painfully at the emptiness and you buckle your hips up, pressing yourself into Eddie. 

He chuckles and pulls away, your lips part with a wet sound.   

‘Can’t believe I’m about to fuck the most beautiful girl in a whole world’ Eddie smiles, hands buried under your t-shirt. Now he’s almost crushing you with his weight, cupping your breasts, he moves his hips forward. Heads bumping, you mewl like a cat, as his clothed dick grinds over your pussy. 

Ache spreading deep inside your belly, you softly moan as Eddie speeds out the friction against your soaked panties.      

‘Oh my fucking God…’ he chokes out as you sync in with his rhythm.

You whimper desperately wanting more as your lips glide over his neck. Eddie pants, hand travels between your thighs.

A sobbing cry escapes your lips when his fingers circle your clit.

‘Jesus…’ he whispers as he feels the wetness of you. Lifting himself up, Eddie yanks his jeans down his hips, enough for his dick to spring out. 

You can’t breathe. You pant, reaching out, but Eddie stops you midway.

‘Wait, baby’ he huffs, fishing a condom out of the desk drawer.

‘Yes?’ he searches your face for approval seconds later and as you nod, guides himself inside you.

You groan lowly, and he scoops you up, forehead pushing into yours.

‘That’s it, angel?’

You only manage to shake your head ‘Yes’ paralyzed by the feeling of him moving inside you. By how beautiful he looked right now. By how good he felt.

All you can do is gasping for the air as a fish brought ashore while his hips pinning you down. 

Yes. Eddie, yes. 

God.

The tension builds up in your belly, walls tightening and everything explodes in a million colourful rays behind your shut eyelids.

Eddie’s wet mouth on your neck, marking you from this day on and forever. He’s rolling his hips one, two, three, four… And collapses down on you, face buried into your neck.

‘Fuck’ he chuckles, sloppily kissing your chin. 

‘We’re still best friends?’ you laugh, thumb sweeping sweat-stuck hair from his forehead. 

Slowly pulling out of you, Eddie doesn’t break eye contact, as he whispers:

‘Hell no, baby, we’re more than that now’

Leave a Mark pt. 2

Warnings: mentions of abuse, cursing, cleanup of injuries, sexual references

Word count: 5.42k

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x Henderson!reader

Not proof read :p

Summary: After a harsh encounter with your father, Eddie continues to clean you up in his trailer now that the coast is clear.

You and Dustin decided that sleeping over Eddie’s was a good idea. Dustin was supposed to do it anyways, and you didn’t feel in the condition to drive home, especially with him in the car. Your head was still killing you, and it hurt to walk for the most part.

After the boys had settled down from their little play session of running around the trailer, Eddie went in his room and grabbed some blankets and pillows for Dustin. “Woah, wait a minute. I’m not sleeping in a bed?” Dustin asks, as he follows Eddie out of his bedroom and onto the couch, where you sat. “Nope! I like you Henderson, but I will not be giving up my precious bed. Capisci?”

“But-“ Dustin turns to you to protest but you’re already giving him a death glare. “Eddie was nice enough to let us stay here. You’re lucky you’re not sleeping on the floor,” you say while Dustin’s shoulders fall in defeat. He turns to Eddie and Eddie wiggles the pillows and blankets. “Yeah, keep complaining Henderson and you’ll be outside.”

You chuckle slightly as Dustin accepts sleeping on the couch, and you get up so Eddie can set it up for him. “Where should I go?” You ask softly, rubbing your hands together. “You, lovely lady, can go in my room. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Why does she get your room!?” Dustin protests, but Eddie hits his arm. “She’s hurt. And besides, she hasn’t been complaining this entire time. I think she’s starting to become my favorite Henderson.” You blush at his playful words, but Dustin is just kinda disgusted. “Don’t you dare start flirting with my sister! I liked it better when you two weren’t friends. Fuck.” You laugh a bit and glance at Eddie, but he’s already looking at you with a sparkle in his eye, causing your breath to hitch in your throat for a quick second. His eyes were beautiful.

“I-I’ll be.. I’ll just go now. Yeah..” you say a bit awkwardly. You clear your throat and walk toward Eddie’s room, hearing his chuckle fade. You walk into his room and it matches him exactly. It’s exactly what you thought it would look like. Posters of Metallica, Dio, and Black Sabbath hung on the wall, worn down but still standing. Magazines of metal bands flooded the floors and his desk, along with guitar picks and music sheets. On the nightstand besides his bed was a little notebook titles “dnd campaigns” which made you smile. It was cute how Eddie hated English class and yet kept a notebook of creative ideas for a game he was so passionate about.

You picked up the book and sat on his bed. You scrolled through the notebook, glancing at the thousands of words plastered on the pages. There were also some doodles on the corners of a couple pages, which made you smile. But there was one that made you stop scrolling and your smile widen.

It was Dustin. A cute little sketch of Dustin wearing his hat that said “thinking cap.” The sketch wasn’t as good to put in a museum, but the fact that you were just able to see that it was your brother made you smile widely. You knew Dustin loved Eddie like a lot, but you didn’t really put together that Eddie shared that same love. Now you definitely understand how wrong you were about him. You had always thought he liked to be feared, that he was a scary cult leader but really, it was the total opposite. 

“Snooping, sweetheart?”

You jump from being startled, dropping the notebook on the floor and turn to face Eddie leaning against the door frame. “I-I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I know I shouldn’t have been looking through your stuff, but your room is awesome. It’s exactly how I thought it would be.” He smirks, a small blush forming on his cheeks at the mention of how awesome you think he room is. “So, you’ve imagined what my room would look like?” Your eyes widen as you chuckle at his playful banter, picking up the notebook. “In your dreams, Munson.” He puts his hand on his chest like he’s wounded, and sits down on his bed. “Who told you about my dreams?” You sit down next to him and throw your head in a circle, ignoring his rhetorical question. “How’re you feeling?” he asks with concern. You turn to look at him but he’s already looking at you with those goddamn puppy eyes. “Honestly, my torso hurts a bit.” He jumps up which, yet again, startles you. You were confused as to what he was doing when he went to his drawer and started looking through it, mumbling things you couldn’t quite understand. You see his tongue stick out a bit, which you find absolutely adorable. “Ah! Here it is,” he says quite loudly, turning around to face you. 

In his hands were a couple of elastic bandages. “We can wrap these around you to help with the bruises on your torso and legs. Besides, it’ll make you look badass.” You chuckle softly as he sits besides you again, making the bed dip down. You admired how easily he can make you smile or laugh, even in the shittiest of moments. You never knew he had such a sense of humor. Maybe that’s why Dustin got along with him so well, so quick. You stare at Eddie as he unravels the bandage, ready to put it around your torso first. “You can totally do this yourself if you’re uncomfortable, but I need you to lift your shirt a bit so I can wrap this around you sweetheart.” You were a bit hesitant.

Not because it was Eddie, but because you didn’t want to reveal such a bruise. You felt it even if there was no pressure on it. It was throbbing and the pain was definitely there. For some reason, you were embarrassed.

Eddie noticed your hesitation and was quick to reassure you. “I know I’m supposed to buy you dinner first, but I promise I’m still a gentleman. Say the word, I’ll leave the room, and you can patch yourself up.”

“I know you’re a gentleman,” you say a bit too quick. “I just get a bit nervous to show people my injuries. Don’t know why,” you chuckle nervously as he gives you a small smile. “You don’t want me to see you differently,” he says. You tilt your head in confusion, wondering how he was able to connect with you so easily and understand what you were feeling. “My childhood wasn’t the best,” he admits. “Before moving in with Uncle Wayne at around 7, I lived with my dad. My mom split when I was young. Never really knew her,” he chuckles sadly, but you just continue to listen, leaning in a bit so he knows you’re really listening.

“My dad was a selfish prick, exactly like yours. Textbook definition and all. I always defended him though. Always told people he was amazing and the best father ever, even though he would do that same thing to me,” Eddie admits, pointing to your face quickly as he mentions the last couple words. Your eyes widen in surprise a bit, not expecting Eddie to share the same experiences as you and your brother. “It wasn’t until Uncle Wayne took me in that I started to notice the real reason I never told people the truth. I was embarrassed. Everyone spoke about their parents being the highlight of their life yet my highlight was a fantasy board game about warlocks and dragons and creativity. No wonder people call me a freak, huh?” Before you could respond, he shakes his head.

“But this isn’t about me. This is about you, sweetheart. I never told anyone that, but I needed you to know that I understand you. Maybe not personally, but I’m not exactly in the dark here, you know? So I get it. I’m here for you.”

I’m here for you.

Those four words were words you were longing for, and you didn’t even know it. Eddie saw tears form in your eyes as you just inhaled slowly in silence. “I’m sorry you went through that,” was all you said before a couple tears starting falling. “Hey, don’t cry. Come on, we should be patching you up like a potato head.” You chuckle in confusion, wiping a tear as he scoots closer to you. He was so weird.

“Like a potato head?” You question.

“Yeah,” he says nonchalantly. “Like, those weird doll things. That you put together and stuff? You can take off their eyes and mouth and then put them back on.”

“How does that relate to me?”

“Cause like.. you know. Putting you back together.”

“But I’m not broken.”

“Well no, but I mean, you’re not a potato either so don’t take it too literal, sweetheart.”

You hummed, smiling at him in silence. “You can patch me up,” you say after a moment. “I trust you. And besides, with these bruises, I don’t think I have the strength to turn too much.” He nods slightly and picks up the bandage again. “If you would be so kind, m’lady,” he says, mimicking the action of lifting up your shirt. You do exactly that, lifting up until it reaches right below your chest area. You saw Eddie’s face drop a little bit when he noticed your bruises, and it made your heart hurt.

It was a deep purple and it looked like it wasn’t done forming yet. The color circled from your belly button to your back, and went up about two or three inches. It was one hell of a bruise. Eddie had never seen anything like it. He was shocked this wasn’t from a car accident or something along those lines.

“Y/n,” he whispers, looking up at you. But he saw you were looking down with a slight redness to your face from embarrassment. So, Eddie being Eddie, he tried to make you feel better with the one thing he did best - humor!

“Ever go mechanical bull riding?” He asks, starting to wrap you up with the bandage. Very lightly, but it still hurt when you get his fingers graze your stomach. “What’s that?” You ask in curiosity. He looks up at you and scoffs. “What- wait, you don’t know what that is?!” He asks in disbelief. You smile and shake your head, as he mentally praises himself for helping you loosen up a bit. “You get on this mechanical bull, hence the name, and the operator tries to throw you off. It starts off slowly, but the longer you stay on, the quicker and harder it gets. Eventually you get thrown off. You only hold on with one hand though.”

You laugh, imagining yourself on it. “I’d get thrown off almost immediately. It sounds like a lot of fun though. I’d pay good money to see you ride it, Munson.” Eddie laughs, halting his hands and looking up at you. You were smiling wide now, almost as if nothing had happened within the last 24 hours. God, did he love your smile.

“Well guess what, sweetheart? I’ve gone on one before.” You gasp in surprise, your eyes widening as you lean closer to him. “No way!” You squeal. “Yep, no bullshit. Went with my band once and-“

“Corroded Coffin, right?”

He almost died right then and there.

“Y-yeah. That’s us,” he smiles. “Anyways, they dared me to do it,” he starts off, continuing to wrap you up. He was almost done. ”Once I got up there, it was actually decent. Stayed on for quite some time. Until that shit starting spinning. Let me just tell you, it was not a pleasant experience. Almost shit my pants and puked at the same time.” You laughed for probably the hundredth time tonight, and yet Eddie could listen to it until he died. He loved to make you laugh. It was his new favorite hobby.

He laughed along with you, finishing the wrapping of the bandage, admiring his work. You lower your shirt with a strain and a wince after a couple of minutes, causing him to look up at you. “You alright?” He asks in a sincere voice. You sigh, but nod. “As good as I can be. I just hope that little one out there is okay.” You say with as much concern as Eddie, turning your head to the door. “Oh he’s got a 5 star couch for the night. He’s more than okay, sweetheart.” He knew you meant about the whole situation. About your father and the fear and the hurt. But Eddie promised both you and himself that he’d protect the Henderson siblings. That meant both physically and emotionally. And he’s not one to ever break a promise.

You smile and put your hand on top of his, making him tense for a second. It was unexpected. “I can’t thank you enough.” He flips his hand and interlocks it with yours. “Don’t need to thank me sweetheart. It’s the bare minimum.”

You hum, knowing he’s right but still finding it a bit unbelievable that someone can be as funny and sweet as him. You hated how people called him a freak. You felt guilty for ever thinking of him other than a good guy. Dustin was right about him. He was so right.

“Anyways!” He says with enthusiasm, jumping up from the bed and slapping his thighs. “Let’s get you ready for bed, huh? It’s already..” he glances at his watch and is somewhat shocked. “12:17. Damn.” He opens his drawer, searching for some clothes he could give you. “Aha!” He says, similar to when he found your bandage. He pulls out a hellfire shirt, most likely an extra one since he was wearing his, and some black pajama shorts that were way too similar to boxers.

“I hope this is okay,” he asks. You smile as he places the clothes next to you on the bed. “It’s more than enough,” you reassure him. “Thank you Eddie.”

“Like I said sweetheart, no need to thank me.” He pulls out clothes for himself as well. An oversized Metallica shirt and red and black flannel pants. “How’s my outfit for the night?” He asks, putting the clothes up to his body and posing. You chuckle and shake your head slightly. “Makes you look like Metallica’s number one fan,” you joke. “Matter of fact, are you part of their band? With all the merch you have..” your voice trails off as Eddie smirks in satisfaction that you’re opening up to him.

“Ah, she’s got jokes, huh?”

“Guess you’re rubbing off on me, Eds.”

Eddie pauses, his breathing becoming a bit quicker than before. “E-Eds?” He repeats in a whisper. Your eyes widen in nervousness. “I’m sorry! I just thought that- I mean you call me sweetheart, so I thought a nickname for you would make sense. I’m sorry, I’ll stick with Eddie, I wasn’t thinking-“

“No!” He interrupts, making you stop talking. “I liked it. Trust me, I liked it. It was just unexpected, that’s all. Please, keep calling me that.” He knew he sounded kind of desperate, and he had to admit it was a bit embarrassing. But not to you. Your still expression turned into a happy one, as you bit on your bottom lip for a second. “Eds it is then,” you grin.

“I guess I am rubbing off on you, sweetheart. Nicknames, jokes. Third base for me is using humor to cope. Seems like you share that same trait, huh?” You chuckle, grabbing the clothes he left for you on the bed. “Don’t think so, Eds. Third base is me telling you about my father.” He smiles as you were able to make a small joke about the harsh events that had happened.

“Marriage seems like the next plausible option then,” he continues.

“Let’s elope.”

“Dibs on Dustin being my best man.”

“No fair, I wanted him as the flower girl!”

This time, it’s Eddie’s turn to laugh. Never in a million years had he thought he would be joking about third base and marriage with Y/n Henderson. Life surely is unpredictable.

“You go change now,” he says, his laugh fading a bit, but his smile ever faltering. “Let me check on Dustin.”

“Ever the babysitter,” you huff with a playful tone.

“Hey, that’s Harrington’s job.” You smile and glance at him once more, before disappearing into the bathroom with a click erupting from the bathroom lock.

Eddie is frozen in his room, replaying the encounter in his mind over and over again. You were definitely something else and he absolutely loved it.

You on the other hand were a blushing mess. “Okay,” you whisper to yourself, looking at your reflection in the mirror. The bathroom was quite small, considering it was a trailer home but you didn’t mind one bit. It was still spacey enough to change in.

After a couple minutes, you changed into the hellfire shirt and the shorts. The hellfire shirt was somewhat long on you, and when you would move a certain way, it made it seem like you didn’t have pants on. It made you chuckle a bit.

When you walked out of the bathroom and back into Eddie’s room, he was no where to be found. He was probably still checking in on Dustin and changing into clothes as well. You sat on the bed once more and lifted up the shirt to view the bandage. You ran your fingers along the material, feeling it’s rough surface. You winced a bit, but the bandage helped soothe the pain a lot.

You got back up after lowering the shirt and decided to explore Eddie’s room some more. Even though you did briefly before, it was cut short after he had caught you. You go over to his guitar hanging on the wall and play a couple of strings. It makes a small sound which causes your mind to drift to how and what Eddie would play. Definitely Metallica that’s for sure. You thought about if he would play Iron Maiden or even Möntley Crüe. After a couple minutes of thinking, you came to the conclusion that he for sure knew how to play songs from those two bands.

You shifted your attention the his nightstand beside his bed where you had previously found his dnd notebook. There were some cassette tapes and you knew you just had to go through them. What kind of music did Eddie Munson really listen to?

Majority of it was metal bands, of course, but there was one cassette that made you chuckle to yourself and smile widely.

Abba.

Eddie Munson listened to Abba. Maybe not religiously, like he did those other bands, but holy shit.

And as if on cue, Eddie walks through the door of his bedroom. The sight of you in a Hellfire shirt holding a Metallica and Abba cassette in each hand made his heart absolutely swoon. “I see someone’s snooping again,” he says with a bit of a shaky voice. Sure, his demeanor was confident, but seeing you in this way made his nervous. In a good way, of course.

“And yet again, I’m sorry,” you apologize. “But Abba?” You question. “No way the Edward Munson listens to Abba in his free time.” He scoffs at the name ‘Edward’ walking up to you and snatching the cassettes out of your hands, throwing them into his pajama drawer. “Calling me Edward makes me seem like an 80-year old grandpa.”

“You sure look like one.”

“Henderson with the jokes! Where is this coming from?”

“Like I said before Eddie, you’re rubbing off on me.”

“I think you’re right. I even have you in a Hellfire shirt.” Eddie couldn’t help but imagine that the shirt was his shirt. It was an exact match, they only had one design. It made him blush ever so slightly, but it went unnoticed by you.

“This is pretty comfy,” you say with happiness, gripping the ends of the shirt and hopping on his bed. You yawn softly and he notices, turning on the lamp next to him bed. “Why don’t you sleep, sweetheart? It’s been a long day, you need to rest.”

You nod slightly, getting under his comforter and laying down. He shuts off the overhead light and walks over to you, smiling while looking down at you. You meet his gaze and smile. “I know you told me not to thank you Eddie, but that’s all I can say right now. Thank you for helping me and Dustin.” He smiles at your kind words and nods, not trusting his voice to respond. He turns around to leave, but he feels you grab his wrist. He doesn’t move his body but turns his head so he’s looking at you once more.

“Where are you going?” You ask, a slight worry hidden in your voice. “I’ll just be in Uncle Wayne’s room. It’s right across the hall.” He tries to reassure you but your grip on his wrist doesn’t falter. “Please don’t go,” you whisper, making his heart beat faster than he thinks it ever has. “I.. I don’t want to be alone. I’ll know you’ll be in the other room but-“

Eddie doesn’t allow you to finish. With his other hand, he grabs yours that’s on his wrist and smiles widely at you. “Y-Yeah,” he stutters a bit. “Of course I’ll stay.”

He walks over to the other side of the bed and grabs a pillow, ready to set up on the floor. You sit up in his bed and look over at him. “What are you doing?” You ask, hands folded in your lap. “Setting up on the floor,” he says nonchalantly. “Oh..” you say in disappointment, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” You bit your lower lip in hesitancy. “Nothing, I just.. is it weird to ask if you c-can stay up here.. with me? I mean, the bed is big enough for both of us- obviously you know that, it’s your bed,” Eddie chuckles as you ramble on. “You don’t have to sleep with me- n-not like that, obviously! I mean if you don’t want to l-like.. fuck, I’m totally botching this, huh? I’m gonna go crawl in a hole.”

Eddie laughs, putting the pillow back on the opposite side of the bed and tilting his head toward you, silent for a moment. “Yeah that totally sucked,” he admitted, making you throw a pillow at him. It hits his face but he catches it before it hits the floor, making you laugh for a second. “Shut up,” you scoff. He sits on the bed with a hop, handing you back the pillow. You put it back under your head and lie back down. He looks at you as you snuggle yourself in his comforter, wondering what it would be like to see you like this every night. Magical is the only word he could come up with.

Soon he mimics your actions and turns toward you as you stare up to the ceiling. You were silent, the injuries on your face still very much evident. Eddie took his time to really take in your appearance, past the bruises.

Your side profile was beautiful. He had never seen anything like it and mentally degraded himself for ever ignoring you. You looked peaceful just laying on his bed and wearing his clothes. He allowed his mind to drift to what it would be like to go star gazing with you, or even take you out to Lovers Lake and have a picnic. He normally hates doing those sorts of things. It just wasn’t his style. But the more he got to know you, the more he realized that he’d do anything you’d ask him do. Dare he say, even listen to Tears for Fears and The Cure.

Your voice brought him out of his little daydream, as he realized you were now facing toward him and your lips were moving. “You’re not uncomfortable, are you?” You ask with concern. “Not one bit,” he admits a little too quickly. You smile, relaxing a bit and turning back to face the ceiling. “I hate that this is my life,” you whisper, causing Eddie’s smile to drop. He doesn’t say anything though. He just allows you to continue. “I just want a family. I want Dustin and I to be able to sit at a dinner table with others besides just us two. I want to talk about nonsense and have someone listen to me anyways because they care about me. I just want someone besides Dustin to care about me.”

“I care about you.”

“You basically just met me. You didn’t know me before.”

“And look at the impact you made. I could listen to you talk for hours.”

You turn your head to Eddie once again, feeling your heart race. “Really?” You whisper in disbelief. “Are you kidding?” He whispers back. “I was a fool to not have known you sooner. We could’ve been eating those microwaved dinners together and talked about nonsense for years!” You smile at the mention of microwaved dinners. Sure they tasted like shit most of the time, but they provided you comfort. Dustin too. He must’ve told Eddie about them.

“Maybe we can do that then,” you say with some confidence. “Like every Saturday or Sunday or something. The Henderson’s and the Munson’s. If that’s okay with Wayne, of course!” You had never met Wayne, but just by the way Eddie’s eyes lit up at his name, you knew he was a good parental figure toward him. “That sounds perfect, sweetheart. I’m sure Dustin would love it. Maybe we can teach you and Wayne to play dnd.” You chuckle at the thought of you playing the one game you swore you never would. Yet when Eddie mentioned the idea, you couldn’t help but feel hopeful that it would become a reality. “I actually really like that idea, Eds,” you admit. He hums and you could hear the happiness he radiates.

“I’m tired,” you whisper. “Sleep then, sweetheart. We’ve always got tomorrow to talk and goof around.”

“Eds?”

“Yes?”

“Are we friends?”

“I think sleeping in the same bed unlocks that level of our bond, don’t you think?”

“I do. I just wanted to make sure you thought the same way.”

“Don’t worry. We’re on the same page.”

You felt your eyes getting heavier as each word spilled past your lips. Sooner or later, you had fallen asleep, not even realizing the lingering touch of Eddie’s hand on yours.

Hours later, you presume, you woke up to a bright light shining through Eddie’s beat up window. You felt very warm, and looked down to realize that you were tangled up with Eddie, kind of like a knot. You felt your face heat up almost immediately when you say how your head rested on his chest and your legs were engulfed in his. His arms were wrapped around your figure, somewhat keeping you from moving or shifting without waking him up. You had to admit, it was the most comfortable you had been in a while.

You look up and see Eddie snoring slightly, his eyes closed and his mouth in a small smile. You wondered if he was dreaming and what it was about. While admiring him, his eyes fluttered open and instantly, he made eye contact with you. His raspy voice comes out in a whisper. “Hello sweetheart.” You smile at him and yawn, nodding to reciprocate the greeting. “How long have you been awake?” He asks, not breaking eye contact with you. “Just a couple of minutes,” you admit. Before he could respond, a harsh opening of the bedroom door startles you both, causing you to break eye contact and glance at the door. It was Dustin.

“Eddie! Where the hell is the milk? I’ve been looking for-“ his little rant was cut short when he takes in how you and Eddie are in each other’s arms, in the same bed, under the same sheets. “Please don’t tell me you two were fucking!” Dustin screams, turning around quickly. A deep blush creeps on your face almost instantly as Eddie starts to laugh. “Dustin!” You scold. “We weren’t- God, I need to teach you how to speak properly.”

“We’re out of milk,” Eddie says nonchalantly. You wondered how he could be so chill about what Dustin said, but when you looked up at him, you realized his cheeks were just as red as yours. It made you smile.

“How can you not have milk?” Dustin protests, turning back around to make eye contact with Eddie. “And more importantly, why the hell are you all over my sister?”

“He’s not all over me!” You yell, causing Dustin to roll his eyes. “I can see his hands wandering!”

“You must be hallucinating because his hands are-“

Before you could finish though, you were interrupted by Eddie’s fingertips circling your right thigh under the sheets. There was no way Dustin could see, but you would still deny it until your last breath. At first, you were confused why Eddie was doing what he was, until you looked up at him to see he was smirking but not looking toward you.

He was teasing you.

“J-Just go drink s-something else,” you stutter, trying hard to ignore the butterflies erupting in your stomach as he grips your thigh. “But I want milk!” Dustin says, stomping his foot. Eddie then speaks up. “Henderson, how about you drink some water? Stay hydrated, huh?” You were glad Eddie spoke up when he did. You didn’t trust your voice to not crack or stutter. Dustin huffs in annoyance, and leaves Eddie’s room with a quiet close of the door. One thing you had taught him was to never slam doors. Once Dustin was out of view, you slapped Eddie slightly on the chest.

“What the hell was that?!” You ask, getting up out of his embrace. You felt cold without him. “No way you’re mad at me,” Eddie fights back with a smile, getting up with a stretch. “I’m not mad, I’m just..” you didn’t really know how to feel. “Turned on?” Eddie jokes, which causes you to throw a pillow at him. “Am not!” You contradict, chuckling as he catches what you threw. “Sure Henderson, deny it all you want.” All you do is scoff playfully, looking at him with a smile. “Eds-“

“Go on a date with me.”

Your eyes widen in confusion and surprise at his sudden boldness. “W-What?” You stutter. He was on one side of the bed with you standing on the other side, so the distance wasn’t too far. “Stop me if I’m reading this wrong but I enjoy hanging out with you,” he admits. “And yeah, I love being your friend now but.. I want to care for you in a different way. I don’t want to apologize for my lingering touches or glance at you only when you’re not looking. I want to try with you. And hey, if it doesn’t work out, then it doesn’t work out. But I want to try this, Y/n.”

Y/n. That’s how you knew he was serious. Not sweetheart this time, but your actual name.

You were silent for a second before walking over to his side of the bed and smiling up at him. “I never would’ve thought that Edward Munson would be asking Y/n Henderson out on a date.”

“Again with the Edward.” You chuckle and pull him into a hug, which he doesn’t mind reciprocating. “Of course I’ll go on a date with you,” you accept. Your soft voice tickles his neck but he doesn’t care, it felt good.

“Yeah?” He whispers.

“Are you kidding?” You say, pulling away from him. “I’d be a fool not to. You helped me and my brother so much, it only proved how good of a guy you are. I want this, Eds. I want to try with you.”

He smiles, looking down at you. You’ve never seen him smile like that, not even when he’s playing dnd.

“Eddie! Get your ass out of that room! I want fucking milk!” You both hear Dustin scream with a voice crack. You laugh along side Eddie, not breaking eye contact. “Your brother is a handful.”

“What gave you that idea?”

🏷 Tag list: @thatonedemonbitch @mrs-billyrussooo @underthebatcape​ @variety-fangirl @kiarabellerum31 @scenesofobx @theloser007 @fieldofsecretss @delicateharrystan @chrisevansmarvelmcu @gerim-1995 @meaganjm @jade-04 @spencers-abit-weebish @joequinnluvr @scarruby13 @fluffycookies22 @a-lil-bit-nuts @jargotquinn

Opposite Ends 

Chapter Nine - My Mixtape - Newest Chapter

C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 |

Chapter Ten will be out soon, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending (fix-it-fic if you will), fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 12 K Word Count

Chapter warnings | Swearing, allusions to Smut, violent descriptions, allusions to SA, underage drinking.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Y/N | March 1986 

Being with Eddie was as natural as breathing, easy. Every moment I spent with him made the events of last year turn into a distant, terrifying nightmare, slipping to the back of my mind with every passing day. For every positive impact I had on him, he repaid towards me in ten folds, always outdoing me. Eddie fell into my life like I had been waiting specifically for him, I had just been in limbo, going through the motions of mundane day to day activities until he gave my existence meaning. 

How he had gone from being one of the people I loathed the most on the planet, to one of the few I couldn’t live without, gave me whiplash. After the first night Eddie snuck over to my house, we had fallen into an easy pattern in each other lives, as if we’d been a part of it since the beginning. 

Despite having followed the same routine for a couple of months now, butterflies still churned excitedly within me as I got ready for school, the thought of seeing Eddie making me smile as I jumped lightly trying to get my jeans on. I grabbed the blue sweater that I knew he loved most on me and paused briefly in my full-length mirror at my bedroom door to double check my appearance. 

My neck snapped back to scrutinise my face, a cold tremor running through me as I looked for a hint of the black lines haunting my skin. Deciding that it must have been the shivering shadow from the tree outside my bedroom window, I grabbed my bag and headed out through the door, slamming it shut tightly behind me. 

I hesitated in the hallway as I noticed a bundle of wires swaying gently outside of the window above the entry table, my mouth hung open slightly as I walked over to see where they led to, but they disappeared up and over the roof gutter. 

“Son of a bitch.” There was a thump and a static noise “Try tigers 86.”  Dustin’s thick voice sounded through his room at the end of the corridor. There was a whirring sound and the distant disturbance of clicking on a keyboard. 

“Holy shit.” My mom swept past me with a quizzical look as she heard his swearing, the sleeves of her colourfully checked shirt rolled up and her blonde hair pinned back.

“What’s the hold up? You guys are going to be late.” I shrugged as she pounded on his door, my school bag slipped off my shoulder with the movement. 

“Dusty what’s going on in there, you’re gonna be late.” She slid his roller door open as he screamed. 

“Don’t come in I’m naked!” Our Mom gasped and slammed it shut, avoiding eye contact with me as she bustled back down to the kitchen, her face beaming red. I glanced back at the wires and tip toed to his door, pressing my ears against the grainy wood. 

“I’m running out of time here.” He whispered; I opened the door back up again quietly. He was well and truly dressed and had his mouth against the talking piece of his ham radio, the voice of his long-distance girlfriend Suzie, crackling through the other end of it. I leant against the doorframe as I waited for him to notice. 

“Do you see it?” He asked nervously. 

“Yeah I see it, Yikes Dusty.” He groaned in conformation, leaning back on his swivel chair. His eyes widened as he spied me in the doorway, my lips pursed disapprovingly.  

“Whatcha doing there Dusty?” I teased, smiling wide as he faltered dangerously in his desk chair, narrowly saving himself from falling. I dropped my crossed arms and turned away, leaving his door open. 

“Hurry up, we still need to pick up Eddie and Max. Let’s goooo.” I called back loudly as he tapped his pencil against a note pad, hastily saying goodbye to Suzie. I swiped my keys from their hook in the entry way and nabbed a cold buttered piece of toast from the kitchen bench, muttering a quick farewell through a mouthful of food to my Mom, laughing as I noticed the colour hadn’t completely drained from her face. 

As I waited for Dustin and my car engine to warm up, I rubbed my temples as I leant against the head rest of my driver seat, a familiar migraine making an appearance. I hadn’t been smoking nearly as much as usual lately, as Eddie’s presence sufficed far more for a distraction than pot did for me these days. The headaches were getting worse, but I knew as soon as I seen his infectious smile and felt his warm rough hand slide into mine, I would be okay. A hot blush crept up my neck as the thoughts of last night played in my mind, bruises matching Eddie’s long fingers adorned my hips as he tried to stop me from getting off of him from where we laid on the couch at his trailer.

“Just stay.” He had purred, nuzzling his teeth against my neck, making me laugh and squirm. 

“I can’t.” His puppy dog expression had tugged at my heart strings, but I had already spent the night at his three times this week, and it was only Friday. The passenger door of my car opened letting a spring breeze ruffle through my hair, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

“AH AH AH.” I tsked, holding my hand up as Dustin slung his bag onto the floor, pausing midway as he jumped into the seat.  

He rolled his eyes as he pulled the door shut behind him. “Oh relax, your boyfriend can sit with you once we get there.” My blush deepened at his words, I pretended to ignore him as I turned back in my seat rigidly, lowering the hand break as I reversed down the driveway carelessly. 

Eddie and I hadn’t put labels on whatever we were, but we didn’t argue the title whenever it was thrown around by the group. Yes, I admitted that we hung out all the time, said and did sweet things that made Steve and Robin and the kids fake gag behind our backs. But the word boyfriend just wasn’t enough to describe Eddie, I needed something more permanent to reflect how I felt that I couldn’t live without him. Geez, I thought, as I chewed on the inside of my cheek, not paying attention as I almost hit our neighbour's mailbox, when did I get so dramatic?

___________________________________

My headache was pounding painfully behind my eyes as we pulled up to the trailer park, Max was already waiting for us on the weathered steps of her home, but as I instinctively looked over towards Eddie’s van, I couldn’t see the tell-tale cloud of cigarette smoke. I slowed to a stop on the shoulder of the makeshift dirt road and undid my seatbelt, jumping out as Max made her way over to us. 

“Give me a sec.” I called, jogging across the dead grass towards the Munson trailer. I didn’t hesitate as I tore up the steps, my shoes dislodging some of the flaking paint. I didn’t bother knocking, I’d practically spent more time here than my own home, essentiality becoming one of the permanents fixtures of the trailer. It was still early enough that Eddie’s uncle hadn’t gone to sleep after his shift yet, he was lounging comfortably in the reading chair in the corner of the living room, a half-eaten sandwich balancing precariously on his knee as he flicked the page of a beaten paper back. 

“Hi Wayne.” He jumped at the door snapping back against the wall panels as I swung it open, dusting off my feet before stepping inside. The swirling cigarette smoke create a thick haze as it made my eyes water, I left the wooden door open to let the smoke flow through the screen. 

“Hey sweetheart, that time already?” He rubbed his eyes drowsily as he checked his watch. “He’s been working a new song; he hasn’t stopped since I got home. Y’know where to find him.” He waved me on, and I smiled graciously at him as I turned down the hallway.

Wayne had accepted me and treated me with nothing but kindness since Eddie had tried to bring me home to officially meet his uncle, promising me that I had nothing to worry about when I argued against him. I had panicked that his uncle might not have been very receptive after the way I’d treated Eddie, but as I hesitated in the doorway of his trailer with Eddie by my side, he had just smiled knowingly at me, clapped his nephew on the shoulder and laughed gruffly. ‘I’m glad you cut your shit out Eds, she’s a pretty one.’ 

I followed the familiar treaded footsteps in the aged carpet towards Eddies room, the soft music from his guitar flowing through his closed door as he hummed a tune to go along with it. The raging pounding in my head slithered away with each step that brought me closer, like it knew I was moments away from being in Eddie’s presence again. I paused at his door to marvel at the sweet sound of his voice mixing with the octaves of his instrument before I slammed it open with a loud smack, sending him sprawling off the edge of his bed, his guitar sliding from his lap. 

I stepped through and nudged the door closed with the heel of my shoe as he watched me, he was shirtless, and his baggy jeans sat low on his hips from his belt being undone. The cigarette in the corner of his mouth fell to the carpet as his shocked face looked up to meet my laughing one. He quickly picked it up before it could create another burn hole in the fabric and crushed it in the ashtray. 

“C’mon Munson, what are you doing? Get it together, we gotta go.” I squealed as he launched himself up from the floor at me, wrapping his arms around my centre and throwing me down onto the messy, warm covers of his bed, quickly pressing his bare chest against me. His wild mane of hair got tangled in the space between us as laughter consumed us both, his strands of curls finding their way between his lips. He pulled his hair away from his face as he leant down to kiss me, trapping me beneath his body as I squirmed and half-heartedly pushed back against him. 

“Come on.” I giggled against his mouth as he rolled his hips down into mine, feeling his excitement growing. “We’re gonna be late for the pep rally.” He moved his mouth to my neck and groaned, flattening himself against me, his weight knocking the breath right out of me. 

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m only going because you’re making me.” He pulled back to look at me, his eyes softening as they met mine as he shook his hand in the air in a rude imitation of cheerleaders shaking their pom poms. 

“I don’t wanna go either, but Robins playing in band, and I have to make sure she-.” I bit my lip as Vickie’s name almost slipped past, I had told Eddie almost everything about me, but that secret wasn’t mine to tell. “I have to support Robin.” His eyes travelled down my chest as he playfully tugged at my sweater, either not noticing or not bothering to comment on my slip up. 

“You look nice today.” I cocked my eyebrows, jokingly acting offended. “You always look nice y/n.” Eddie rolled his eyes as the corner of my lips lifted. “Just nicer than usual.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck as I lifted myself from his mattress to kiss him, but something caught my attention. I pulled back and narrowed my eyes as I squinted up at something glinting on his ceiling. 

“What is that?” I questioned, he rolled off me slightly to the side to see what I was talking about. 

“What?” He snapped, panicking about what I’d found. “Oh.” Relief flooded his voice as a wide grin spread across his face, his eyes following mine.

“I told you y/n, you agreed to come with me once we’ve graduated. I’m going to take a polaroid of us fucking in every state to make a photo album, I don’t want to forget a single time with you. That’s just the first one.” He jerked his chin upwards, and I peered up at the sun glinting off the reflective surface, the outline of my naked back coming into focus, my face reddened as I saw where our two bodies connected in the photo. 

“Eddie” I screeched indignantly, his expression clouding with glee at my tone. 

“I said you could take the photo; I didn’t say you could put it on display for everyone to see!” I sat forward on my elbows as he jumped up from his bed, staring at the strong contours of his back as I tried not to let my anger get sidetracked. The thought of his uncle seeing the photo sending a knot of panic and embarrassment through me. 

“Y/n, when you have art like that, you don’t hide it away.” I huffed as he looked back at me from his dresser as he pawned through the messy draws, knowing that he was going to get away with it, as he always did. Knowing that I could never stay mad at him. 

“So dramatic.” He laughed, as he tossed his curls back and forth. I slid from his mattress and made my way across the room to him, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my wet lips against his back, I traced my fingertips across the top of his waist band. He shuddered at my touch and spun around to embrace me, I danced out of his grasp before he could trap me again. He groaned as I hesitated with my hand on the door handle, ready to make a quick escape, he palmed his boner through the fabric of his jeans as I smirked at him provocatively.

“We really have to go Edward.” 

“Oh Edward. Now I’m really in trouble.” I smirked at him as I ran my tongue over my lips, laughing lightly over how well he knew me, I only called him by his full name when I was being serious, he learned to take me sincerely the hard way. 

“Tease.” He muttered, turning back to his draws and pulling a stretched-out Hellfire shirt over his head, from the small makeup stain on the collar I recognised it as the one he usually dressed me in after sex, he refused to let me wash it after I’d worn it, saying that there was nothing on God’s green earth that could compare to the smell. 

Our first fight had come after I had sneakily washed a few things when he’d fallen asleep during one of the first times I stayed over. Eddie had said I had betrayed him on every level, so now whenever he visited my home, he would spray whatever he was wearing with my perfume in case I ever pulled a stunt like that again. I didn’t argue as he slid on his vest and followed me back down the hallway, my skin prickling as I sensed his closeness behind me. 

Wayne smiled lovingly at us both as Eddie ducked his head under the main door frame to avoid hitting it and I skipped down the steps, wishing us a good day. 

The spring air whipped through my loose hair and the warm sun beat down, I turned as Eddie clapped behind me, holding his hands out towards me. “Keys.” He whistled, I stopped next to the driver’s side of my car as he pinned me against it, stopping me from opening the door. 

“Are you serious?” I gasped as Dustin and Max stared at us through the back window. 

“Deadly.” He raised his eyebrows as he held his hand out towards me.

“You’re a terrible driver.”  

“Better than you y/n.” 

“You drive like a maniac.” 

“You drive like a grandmother.” 

“Fine.” I snapped, holding the keys out in front of his open hands, I snatched them back as he reached for them. “But we’re studying tonight after Hellfire, actually studying Eds.” His face dropped as he considered my deal. 

“Fine.” He relented as I dropped them into his outstretched palm, he followed me around to the passenger side to open my door for me. Dustin and Max’s voices drifted from the back seats as I slid into mine. 

“No Dustin, I haven’t spoken to Lucas, okay? So just drop it.” Max clipped her headphones over her ears and turned her walker up as loud as it would go, turning in her seat to stare gloomily out her window. My eyes looked up to meet my brothers in the rear-view mirror as a flicker of hurt crossed his features, shrugging his shoulders as his gaze met mine. The car rocked as Eddie pulled open his door and roughly fell into his seat, his jacket brushing against my arm. 

“Your car is so low.” He complained grumbly, reaching down to let the seat back so he could stretch his legs comfortably. 

“OW.” Dustin yelled as the seat slipped back too far and crushed him. I laughed as Eddie scooted it back forward. 

“Sorry kid sorry.” Dustin reached forward to fiddle with the dials on my radio as Eddie turned the engine over, leaning back in his seat after finding a station he liked but Eddie whacked his hand away as he slid in his own tape, I looked at him curiously as I spied my name on the cover.

“I made this for you last night after you left.” He explained and smiled at me sheepishly as warmth fired through me. 

I watched Eddie cautiously as he slipped my car into reverse and slung his arm over my seat to look out the back window. He smiled as he caught me staring at him as the music started up, turning the wheel with his palm as he reached down to grab my hand with his free one, intwining his fingers through mine. 

“Gross.” Max and Dustin muttered in union as we sped off, the sound of my favourite songs being played by Eddie on his guitar, a mix of my own choice and some of his reverberating through the car. 

___________________________________

“CORNER.” Eddie yelled out as he followed Steve’s BMW into the school parking lot, sending Dustin to launch into Max in the back seat. Gravel spun beneath the tires of my car with his sharp turn, flicking up towards the hoard of students trampling the freshly mown grass, making their way towards the gym. The sea of green and white parted as Eddie drove into a park furthest away from the main entrance, quickly speeding past Steve as he rolled to a stop in the middle of the road to let Robin out. She shouted out from the open passenger window of Steve’s car as we slipped by them, smiling at me as I turned in my seat to wave at her. My eyes flicked to the rear-view mirror as Eddie slipped the gearstick into park, to look at the towering forest trees behind the red bricked school buildings. 

“Hey wait up.” Robin quickly jumped from her seat and grabbed her band gear from the back of his car before jogging over to where we all slowly piled out. Steve raised his hand from the steering wheel in greeting towards us as his eyes flicked to where Eddie was rough housing with Dustin, as he reversed out of the school carpark his smile slipped from his face, avoiding my stare as he drove past. He was dressed in his uniform for the opening shift at Family Video, I reminded myself to drop by later to check in on him.

Even though I hadn’t said anything, Dustin, Steve, Robin and Max had figured out pretty quickly the reason for my sudden return from the land of moping to my regular happy self. Eddie and I thought we’d successfully been sneaking around for about a week after he stayed at mine before Max slammed her hand down on the cafeteria table during lunch, I had just finished coming up with some lame excuse about needing to see Mr Mundy about an assignment when she spoke up, Robin nodding along in agreement beside her with a mouthful of food. 

“Oh, for God’s sake y/n. We know about you and Eddie.” She sighed in exasperation as I froze, my eyes flickering across the busy dining hall to meet Eddie’s, he was half risen out of his chair the same as I, getting ready to meet me at our agreed spot in the woods. I had slumped back into my seat, embarrassingly resigned to tell them the truth that they both claimed, ‘was so obvious, only an idiot could miss it’.  

After that, the group had welcomed him in with warm arms since we followed each other everywhere we went, well mostly welcomed him. Steve still sat on the fence about the whole thing, I figured that was mostly due to the fact that Eddie messed with his carefully stacked tapes at work when he wasn’t looking, while waiting for me to finish my shift. Steve could never catch him, and Robin and I swore that he hadn’t touched them, and that Steve was going crazy.

I had made Eddie stop though when we’d noticed that Steve was developing a little bit of a bald spot from the stress. 

Not a lot had changed for Dustin except that he was around Eddie a whole lot more outside of Hellfire and school. Our mom was thrilled, giving me pointed looks every time his hands brushed the back of mine during dinner, after weeks of her badgering me I’d finally agreed to invite him over, but only if we ordered in instead of cooking. Eddie had been a gentleman and told her that dinner was nice but not as good as her cooking, setting a huge smile on her face. Mom had insisted that he join us again soon, to which he painstakingly agreed to, I had laughed and told him it was his funeral. We had gone through the facade of saying goodbye and pretending to drive off before he walked back to mine after dark and snuck back through my window and stayed the night for the second time. 

Dustin refused to acknowledge us as anything but friends, subtly nudging my door open wider whenever he passed us sitting in my room, intrusively invading our conversations if he saw we were laying on my bed together, giving Eddie death stares. As a result, we kept our more, physical activities to when we were at his trailer, or in his van, or at our spot in the woods or after a corroded coffin concert in the bathroom… 

Someone slipped their hand into mine as I watched the tail end of Steve’s car disappear around the corner, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“You okay y/n?” I tightened my fingers around Eddie’s as I looked up to his warm brown eyes glinting in the sun, his face filled with care and concern exploded joy within me. He held the mixtape he had made for me up in the air, sliding it into my pocket when I nodded with a small smile on my face. He traced small circles on the side of my hand, tugging me towards the gym with everyone else. 

“Max, Max.” Someone called out and I prodded her shoulder as Ms Kelley ran over waving to get her attention, she stopped and turned to where I was pointing, pulling her headset off. We all paused and waited for Max until the counsellor stared at us and waved us on, clapping her hands together and turning back to talk to her. 

“We’ll catch up with you later I guess.” I muttered to her, I let Eddie pull me forward again and I tugged on Robin sleeve as she stood still, staring back at Ms Kelley with her mouth hanging wide as people pushed in against us from all sides. 

“Shit.” Groaned Robin “I’m going to be late.” She tossed her schoolbag at Dustin and ran towards the gym, struggling to shove her band hat on top of her thick head of curls as she shoved people out of her way. 

The sounds of Cheers and screams erupted from the building as we made our way through the throng of bodies, I followed Dustin as he spurred forward with purpose across the room, not questioning where he was leading us. I felt Eddie turn rigid behind me and I looked back to give him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand as he let me lead him forward, his eyes were darting all over the place, examining the teams' mascots running around and my old cheer squad as they danced out a choreograph I’d learned a hundred times over. This wasn’t his scene, and I appreciated his effort in venturing past his comfort zone for me. His jaw clenched as the Hawkins High basketball team ran into the gym, their sneakers slapping against the polished floor as they burst through a paper banner lead by Jason Carver.

My stomach churned as we came to a stop on a bleacher next to Mike Wheeler, the heat of the mass of bodies surrounding us engulfing me in seconds, I swung my hand back and forth to fan myself as I watched Jason snatch the microphone from its stand, the rest of his team lining up behind him as they hovered behind the cheerleaders dancing. 

Eddie wrapped his arm around my waist as he whispered in my ear, low enough to not catch the attention of Dustin as he turned to talk to Mike. “Are you okay?” I twisted my head to get a better look at him as he tucked me into his body protectively, starring daggers at Jason, the look in Eddie’s eyes reminding me of the night I had told him what happened. 

___________________________________

We had been sitting at the bottom of my driveway in his warm van after watching him perform at The Hideout, his jacket drenched in the smell of him was draped around my shoulders, we’d been reminiscing on the first time he’d been in my house as we passed a joint back and forth, and he'd questioned why I’d been so upset. I hadn’t wanted to even think about reliving what Jason had done let alone talk about it, but as Eddie sat there tracing light patterns up and down my arm as he waited for my answer, I knew that I wanted, no, needed him to know what happened. 

He had let me get through my story without interrupting me once, just holding my hand and squeezing it when I became too choked up to continue, Eddie had wiped my tears and shaken his head when I said I didn’t know why I was overreacting, murmuring to me that I had every right to be upset. He had let me drench his shirt in my salty tears, holding me for what felt like hours as I cried into his chest, stroking my hair and tightening his arms when I buried in against him. When my last sobs had finally wracked my body and my breathing had evened, he had pulled back to look at me with a vulnerable expression.

“You’re perfect y/n, I am so sorry. I am never going to let anything bad ever happen to you again, okay? Here.” He had tugged his hand from mine and slipped off the simple silver ring on his pinkie finger, sliding it over mine and placing a soft kiss there before bringing his lips to each of my finger tips, my raw bitten nail beds glowing red in the moonlight. 

“As long as you have it, I will always be here to protect you.” If possible, my heart had swelled full of even more affection for Eddie, threatening to suffocate me as I threw my arms around his neck, overcome with tears for a whole different reason. After sneaking him into the house under my mom’s sleeping nose, he had stayed with me the whole night in my room, reading ‘The lord of the rings’ out loud while I fell asleep against his chest. 

And protect me it had, I had gotten into a habit that I had picked up from Eddie, to twist the ring around my finger instead of picking at my nails, they were thankful for it as they now grew to a healthy, pretty length. He hadn’t gotten angry then, sensing that in the moment I had just needed him there with me, but each time he saw Jason at school his anger grew, no longer taking the bullying in his stride, sometimes voicing his violent thoughts and staring at him with the same look in his eyes that he had now, just waiting for a reason to arch up to Jason, until he would notice the look on my face and force a smile, assuring me that everything was okay and graciously distracting me with contagious laugh. I constantly worried for Eddie, that he would lash out at Jason, but after the last fight between them just before winter break, the basketball team hadn’t been coming after him or his Hellfire club as much, thankfully not providing Eddie with a reason to go after him. 

Screechy feedback sounded around the gym as Eddie’s eyes bored into mine, probing my face for an answer, but as long as I was in his arms, I would never not be fine. I leaned up on my toes to press a soft kiss under his jaw as Jason’s sickening voice echoed through the microphone. 

“Ugh, get a room” A fiery head of hair appeared at Eddie’s elbow as Max made her way through the crowd, sending us a disgusted look. 

“Yeah, we’ve got one, and it’s right across from where you live.” Eddie shot back, laughing at the look on her face as I elbowed him. The school band started up in a chorus of music as the cheer team finished their routine, I looked over through the crowd of uniforms to spot Robin falter slightly as her crush Vicki turned to look at her mid-performance. 

“Look, I’m not saying that my girlfriend is better than yours. It’s just that Suzie’s, like, a certified genius.” Dustin’s voice broke over our unenthusiastic claps and I turned to look over at them. 

“You do realise that El saved the world twice, right?” Mike shot back, crossing his arms over his Hellfire shirt. Dustin screwed up his face and held up a finger. 

“And yet you still have a C in Spanish.” The crowd erupted in a deafening cheer as the band drizzled off and the Cheer team did a series of spectacular flips, jogging off to the side to make room for the Tiger Basketball team to take the centre stage. 

“Good morning Hawkins High.” I swiveled my eyes away from Jason as his fake thank you speech echoed off the walls, letting his words turn into a droll in the background, my eyes came to rest on Lucas Sinclair standing in the line of players, painfully sticking out of place as I watched him wave in our direction, Max tightened her arms around her and turned towards me, ignoring him. 

My eyes snapped back to Jason as he mentioned Billy’s name, finding his stare already trained on my face, I felt Max stiffen at my side and I shot Carver a look of distain, hating him for speaking on something he knew nothing about and comparing it to a stupid basketball game that was playing tonight. Eddie, my brother, his friends and I stood still as everyone around us burst into cheers. 

“Tonight?” Mike gasped.

“How is that possible?” Dustin yelled.

“They call it a tournament; you win one game; you go on until there’s only one team left.” Max leant forward across Eddie and me to look at Dustin, their expressions moving to Eddies in shock, but he wasn’t paying attention as he stared down at my face, watching my reaction after Jason had mentioned Billy. 

“Come on.” I murmured, laying my hand against his lean stomach under his shirt. “Let’s get out of here, we’ll see you guys at lunch.” I called back over my shoulder as I headed out of the gym, ignoring the hands that shoved back as I pushed my way through the crowd, ignoring the stares and whispers towards us as people noticed us together, never letting go of Eddie. 

___________________________________

I flinched as Mr Mundy’s chalk screeched against the board as he wrote out an equation, each stroke sending a violent vibration of pain through my head. I placed my face in my hands and leant down against my desk breathing in the scent of mouldy wood, turning my head to the side to peak through the curtain of my thick hair as Eddie tapped my chair leg with his shoe. 

“Are you okay baby?” His eyes flicked up to the teacher as he moved closer to me, flashing his hand out to push my hair away from my face as he looked at me concerningly. I grunted and buried my face back into my fingers as a flare of agony pulsed through me. I heard something rude muttered on my right as Eddie’s eyes snapped up angrily, but I ignored it, breathing through my mouth as a wave of nausea washed over me. My heart stopped for a moment as the icy thought of pregnancy flashed in my mind, before I remembered that I had just finished my period. I took a deep breath as Mr Mundy called on me for an answer. 

I lifted my head and squinted at the callously scrawled letters on the board, quickly doing the math to give him the answer so he could leave me alone. 

“Uh… It’s 36.” He looked disappointed like he had hoped to catch me out on the wrong answer. 

“Yes.” He sighed, turning back to the board. “Moving on. Carol –“ I froze as my eyes landed on my reflection in the dirty windows lining the far side of the classroom on my left, the trees in the forest behind the school swaying slightly behind the image of my skin crawling with festering black lines. The face stared back at me as the iris’s darkened until they turned black completely. A ringing buzzed in my ears as it drowned out the drone of the teacher, I ripped my eyes away from the window and took three deep breaths, telling myself that when I looked back up it would be gone, just like it always did.

I was vaguely aware of a strong hand wrapping around my elbow, but my head swam as I glanced back up at my reflection, the wriggling black lines worming their way into the eye sockets and spewing from the mouth. 

I’m coming for him.

I shot up from my seat, knocking Eddie’s hand from my arm and interrupting Mr Mundy. 

“Miss Henderson.” He exclaimed, but his shouts of protests quietened as I fled from the classroom, leaving my bag behind and my textbook still sprawled open on the desk as I pushed my palms against my eyes, trying to hold my brain back from blasting through my skull. My sneakers slammed on the linoleum as I threw myself forward, barely making it into the girls toilet down the empty hall before I flung the door open and collapsed to the floor in the end cubical, my cheek flattened against the cold patterned tiles, curling over in a ball as I pressed my fists into side of my head. The pressure behind my eyes raged like someone was beating on it from the inside out, my body convulsed as I couldn’t hold back the next wave of nausea, I gripped onto the side of the open toilet and pulled myself up just in time, narrowly missing the sleeve of my sweater as I heaved. I slouched against the stall door once my stomach was empty, wiping my face with the back of hand. 

Someone snapped the bathroom door opened, I straightened my shirt and tucked my hair behind my ears as I readied myself to stand up, the pounding in my head lessening with each step that brought the stranger closer. I got my feet under me and halted, my breath catching in my throat as the mixed smell of musk and clove cigarettes invaded my nose. 

No

It wasn’t possible 

I shot my hand out against the wall in front of me causing it to wobble a little under my weight, my breathing sped up as the sound of heavy footsteps stopped just outside the stall I was crouched in. 

Billy’s voiced sounded through the fragile walls. My eyes snapped closed as I hyperventilated. 

“Y/n.” His voice didn’t belong to him, not the real him anyway, my mind flashed back to the flayed Billy. My vision blurred as my legs shook, I took a deep breath to try to steady myself and launched myself from the floor, balling my fists at my sides as I prepared to face anything. As I turned towards the main door, nothing but empty air stood in front of me, the echoing sound of Billy’s voice ringing off the cracks in the walls.

I watched it move out of the corner of my eye, so slowly that the seconds ticked by like hours, I turned to face a contorted version of me crawling through the mirror onto the dirty bench, her gruesomely snapped neck turned completely to the side as it paused to watch me shake. The hairs on my arms stood up as it unfolded itself in front of me, its limbs jerking out at odd angles as the fluorescent light above us flickered. I squeezed my eyes closed as tears filled them, but when I hesitantly let them flutter open, it had moved so close to me that I could see the black lines throbbing under its skin. I stumbled back in shock, a scream building in my chest as it lifted its claw in my direction. 

I’m coming for him

A violent image of Eddie’s lifeless body being ripped to bloody shreds forced its way into my mind, jamming itself down my throat until I was choking on the metallic taste of it. Tears streamed down my face as my scream faltered on my lips, the world tilted on an unnatural angle until my vision dwindled to thick blackness.

___________________________________

 Eddie | March 1986

The two youngest of my club slammed their lunch trays down in union against the top of our table in the cafeteria, interrupting my tantrum, the silver cutlery on them rattled loudly as Gareth chocked on his drink. 

“Society has to blame something. We’re an easy target.” Warner’s large frame shook in his seat next to me, his black leather jacket rubbing against his Hellfire t-shirt as he tossed his head angrily. 

I’d been in the middle of dramatically reading aloud from a newspaper which warned of the dangers of D&D, when I notice Little Henderson and Wheeler sliding into the empty chairs. I tossed the article aside carelessly next to my half-eaten lunch to lean froward impatiently, crossing my arms against my chest to hold my growing anguish inside of me. 

“Dustin.” My hair fell forward over my shoulders and tickled my chin as both his and Mikes faces flashed up to meet mine, prettified expressions reflecting back at me. 

“Where’s y/n?” Dustin eyes narrowed in annoyance at my mention of his sister, if my nerves weren’t electrified with worry over her, I would have laughed. 

“Shouldn’t you know?” He raised his eyebrows and shook his shoulders as the chatter died down around us nervously, Mikes gaze flicked between us as his picked apart the piece of fried chicken in front of him. 

The slurping of Gareth’s milk carton as he drained the rest of it, broke through the silence. 

“Yeah I should, but she ran out of class earlier like she’d seen a monster, and I haven’t seen her since.” I jiggled my knee up and down in frustration, the sound of the chain lining my jean pocket tinkled into the air as I swung my head back and forth to look through the crowds of students to stare over at Robin and Max, the former raised her eyebrows at me curiously, the question reflected in her wide blue eyes. 

Where’s y/n? 

My eyes shot over to the table filled with hulking figures clad in white and green basketball jerseys, laughing as they re-enacted out moves from their stupid game last night. A surge of panic and violent anger shot through me as Jason Carvers eyes met mine, his steely smile leaving his eyes as we glowered at each other across the room. I brushed the thought that he had done something to my girl away from my mind, she was probably just sick and decided to go home, or she might have remembered an assignment due and got caught up studying. Wherever she was, I would find her and make sure she was okay.

I had collected her books and stuff she’d left behind on her desk after Calculus finished, sticking my head into empty classrooms in the hallway and even getting a freshman to check the girls bathroom for me, after I’d swung by the library without any success, I’d figured she’d be with Robin and Max at lunch, but seeing her empty chair where she should have been rightfully laughing and stealing blushing glances from me across the crowded cafeteria, shot stabs of pain through my centre. 

Dustin’s voice cut through my thoughts as I half raised out of my chair, swiping her bag from between my legs and slinging it up over my shoulder. 

“So uh, speaking of monsters, uh, Lucas has to do his uh, balls-in-laundry-basket- game.” He gestured towards me with a laugh, as I stared back icily, my patience running thin as my mind turned over where I might find y/n. 

“So… he’s not gonna be able to make it to Hellfire tonight.” Mikes gaze probed my face as Dustin laughed, his voice trailing off as he took in my expression.

“Anddddd I know there’s no way we can beat your sadistic campaign without him.” Gareth’s, Jeff’s and Warner’s eyes flashed between the two of us as his words washed over them.

“So me and Mike, we we’re talking.” Mike turned away from Dustin as he waved his hands between their chests. “Shooting the shit” he turned back to me as I stared back unblinkingly. “And we were thinking that maybe we might…” He stuttered over his words as Mike huffed beside him. 

“Postpone!” He yelled, interrupting Little Henderson, I sighed and shut my eyes as the table erupted around us. 

“Postpone!?” 

“Can’t just drop this on us!” 

“Over my dead body.” 

“Shuttup.” I yelled, they fell silent as Gareth groaned in frustration beside me, his face contorting as he bit back a remark. “You’re saying Sinclair’s been taking in by the dark side?” I asked as Dustin nodded his head, avoiding my gaze. 

“Something like that.” Mike stupid face looked over at me with his mouth hanging open. 

“Something like that.” I repeated, sneering as I threw a hard piece of food at him. A senior with glasses and a frizzy perm looked back at me frightened, as she passed our table. 

“Jesus Christ.” Little Henderson huffed, dusting his crumbs off of his hat.  

“And rather than find a sub for him.” I continued, drawing out my words slowly so the pair of morons wouldn’t miss what I was saying. “You want… you want to postpone… the cult of Vecna?” I let my brows raise in disbelief as Mike floundered to find the right words. 

“I…I don’t want to postpone it. We don’t want to postpone it. It’s just that most of the subs… will be at the championship game.” I wrenched myself from the table and turned away from them, my eyes flashing back over to Carver as y/n’s tear-soaked face burned in my mind. I balled my fists and I strolled over to stand behind the freshman. I leant down to their level and slung my arms over their shoulders. 

“You boys, are the future of Hellfire.” They smiled unsure as I tightened my grip on both of them. I pulled Dustin closer to me as he drummed the table with his fingers. 

“I knew it the moment I saw you. You sat on that table over there, looking like…” I relinquished my grip on Mikes collar to point towards the table at the corner of the hall. “Looking like two little lost sheep.” They giggled nervously as my smile slipped a little. 

“You were wearing a Weird Al T-shirt, which I thought was brave.” I turned to Dustin as he slowly nodded his head. 

“Thankyou.” He whispered. 

“Mike, you were wearing whatever shit your mommy brought you from the goddamn Gap.” The members of Hellfire exploded into laughs as I tensed my arms, ripping Little Henderson and Wheeler up from their chairs. They both froze under my hands as I lead them around the table. 

“And we showed you that school didn’t have to be the worst years of your lives, right?” 

“No, no no.” They agreed together.

“Okay, well I’m here to tell you that there are other little lost sheepies out there who need help.” They followed my fingers as I pointed it around the dining hall at the plethora of students sitting by themselves. 

“Who need you.” I spun them back to face me. “And all you guys gotta do, is get your Bo-peeps on and go find one.” I pulled them into my body to shove them harshly away from me, shaking my head at their quickly retreating figures as they stumbled, and Mike looked to Dustin for conformation. I jogged back around the table to snatch up my metal lunch box and y/n’s things. 

“Where are you off to Eddie?” The overhead lights glinted of Jeffs braces as he smiled widely at me, the rest of the table watching me knowingly as I bounced with anticipation. 

I turned back to look at them as I headed for the exit door that opened right onto the school field. “As for me, I’m off to find my girl.” 

___________________________________

My mood darkened further as the last shimmering rays of the blazing orange sunlight disappeared beneath the horizon, a warm spring breeze ruffled my vest as I looked around the full school car park as students returned to watch the championship game, music, shouts and the Cheer mantra pouring out of the gym. I squinted as headlights poured over me, momentarily blinding me as I held up a hand to cover my face, anticipation curled in my stomach as the car turned into a park as I looked to see what colour it was, disappointment washing over me when I didn’t recognise it as y/n’s cream Ford Escort. 

It was Steve Harrington though, and I had half crossed the road to ask him if he’d seen y/n around before he jogged around to the passenger side and helped a blonde out of the seat, wrapping her hand around his arm as they headed off with the rest of the crowd. I sighed as I stepped up from the sidewalk, heading back into the dark school building. When I hadn’t been able to find her anywhere after I practically tore the school apart looking for her, I had half hoped she would turn up for Hellfire tonight. An ugly ball of nerves and fear brewed in my abdomen, the only relief being y/n’s pretty bright eyes, filled with life so that I knew she was safe.

She hadn’t been at home sick either when I dropped in after school, there was only one place I was going to double check after the campaign, but if I didn’t set eyes on her by tonight, I was going straight to the new chief of Hawkins Police, my bad reputation with them be dammed, I’d start the fucking search party myself if they didn’t do anything.

“Hey Eddie, come on.” I turned to see Gareth and Jeff waving at me from the end of the dimly lit corridor, I followed after them to take my seat in the stuffy drama room, the finale of the campaign laid out in front of me on the dusty tabletop. 

As Mike and Dustin walked in to stand at the door, I thought for a wild moment that they had gotten Lucas to make the right choice, but as she stepped forward from the shadows with a full-size American Flag wrapped around her shoulders, the overhead theatre lights reflecting on her familiar features, I realised that she definitely had to be a Sinclair. 

“Absolutely not.” I rested my elbows on the arm rests beside me, bundling my fists together.

“You asked for a sub. We delivered.” Dustin stood next to her as he gestured over to where she stood in her four-foot glory, grasping a pink folder against her chest. 

My chair creaked as I leant forward. “This is Hellfire club, not babysitting club.” My heart twisted as I thought back to the same words I had muttered to y/n months ago when she had stood in front of me in the same way. 

“I’m eleven you long haired freak.” I grinned in shock at her voice, she might have looked like Sinclair, but she had bigger balls than him. 

“My my, the child speaks.” I looked around at the other Hellfire members standing by side. Warner chortled as I launched myself from my throne across the room.  

“So, what’s your name, child?” She stepped forward to meet me halfway, Mike and Dustin’s faces watched us nervously.

“Erica Sinclair.” She said proudly, puffing her chest out as she didn’t back down from me. I pulled my lip back as I chuckled at her tone. 

“So this is Sinclair’s infamous sister.” I didn’t need the conformation as she turned to look back at the freshman.

“He’s sharp.” She teased, causing the others behind to snigger, I snapped my neck at them, they fell silent as they caught my glare. 

“What’s your class and level?” I challenged. “Level one dwarf?” The guys erupted into raucous laughter, setting a smile on my face even though I was sure it was forced. 

“My name is Lady Apple Jack. And I’m a chaotic good half-elf rogue, level 14.” The laughter died down behind me and the grin faltered from my face. “And I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri. And I’ll smile as I watch them die a slow, agonizing death. So, we gonna do this? Or we gonna keep chitchatting like this is your mommy’s book club? “ 

Little Henderson and Mike shared an impressed glance as I stared back at her unflinching eyes, as she waited for me to challenge her again. Seconds of heavy silence passed by before I extended my hand into the space between us, smiling as I nodded approvingly as whispers broke out around us. 

“Welcome to Hellfire.” 

Erica slid her eleven-year-old palm into mine and shook it firmly. 

___________________________________

I hung back as my club thundered down the hallway, watching them pat each other on the back as their shouts of glee echoed off the lockers, Jeff leant over to bang on them excitedly, setting them off in a ringing rattle. I crossed my arms and leant against the door frame with a smile as they pushed the glass doors open into the night air, Dustin high fived Erica as he jumped into the air and kicked his heels together, turning around to embrace Gareth as they got lost in the crowd of people filing from the gym, waving pom poms and colourfully decorated signs around as they swarmed to find their cars. 

I basked in the moment of their victory for a split second before I spun around, ripping my vest and jacket that was hung over my chair inside of the drama room and jogged down the now eerily empty and cold corridor, pulling them on over my arms as I headed for the back door, the brisk air whisked my hair around my face as I hesitated on the landing outside, pulling a cigarette from my vest pocket, I cowered over to protect the flame of my lighter from the wind. I stood up straight and inhaled deeply, watching the cherry of my smoke blaze red hot before jumping down the steps. 

Loud shouts of laughter spread along the outside of the building out of eyesight as I jogged across the darkened field, the wet grass squelching beneath my sneakers as I took long strides, keeping up the same pace as I jumped over the fence and headed to our spot in the woods, my heart clenching excitedly as I convinced myself she would be there waiting for me. Icy disappointment drenched me as I burst into the clearing, darkness pressing in from all sides as I stared around at the empty table, eery silence bursting on my ear drums as I fled the scene, panic ripping its way up my throat as my mind spun, wondering where the hell she was. I paused as I broke free of the tree line, watching a large group of uniform clad students crossing the field, their laughing faces glowing under the moonlight as they passed cans back and forth. 

I shoved my hands further into the pockets of my jeans as I warned myself away, knowing I should probably take the outskirt path of the field because if I ran into Jason Carver in this state, I had no doubt that I’d take out my frustrations and worry on his preppy, snobby face. I had half turned away before I spied a head of loose, flowing hair that I would recognise anywhere, glistening in the moonlight beside them. I launched myself over the chain link fence before a sane thought had the chance to enter my mind, angrily jogging over as she walked in between Jason and his cronies, facing away from me as they headed to the school parking lot. She was wearing the same thing I had seen her in this morning, except she had someone’s basketball jersey slung over her shoulder now. Black rage fired through me as I watched Jason reach over to pull her into his side, the groups laughter drifting back to me over the wind. 

Dark shadows swirled across us as the bright moon ducked in and out between the thick clouds above, an urge of violence pulsed through me as Carver stroked his fingers up and down her arm, picturing myself peeling them from her and snapping them individually. I called out as soon as I was close enough to smell the stench of grog radiating off of them. 

“Y/N.” She tensed as she heard my voice cut through the night air, slowing her pace automatically as the basketball team turned to face me, their faces lighting up like Christmas had come early as the saw me. 

“What the hell are you doing here.” I snapped at her, ignoring the insults that the jocks surrounding her, were throwing my way. My blood ran cold as she turned to face me. The spring breeze that turned icy after the sun set, whipped her hair around her head wildly as the others passed beer cans back and forth as their eyes flickered between us. 

Warm eyes that had stared at me adoringly for the past three months that healed every raw wound beneath my surface. Soft lips that had kissed every inch of my body and wiped away excruciating nightmares when I woke up in her arms. Gentle hands that had caressed my hair and trailed across my bare skin as she wrapped herself around me, where nowhere to be found as y/n turned to stare at me. Hate clouding her every feature as she narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips like I was something disgusting. My stomach dropped at as she glared at me unflinchingly, panic setting in as I struggled to understand what was happening. 

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?” She remained tight lipped and silent as Jason laughed beside her, my eyes flashed to his flushed face menacingly, pure unyielding rage flooding through me as he brought his beer to his lips. 

“Yeah, she’s been busy Munson.” He raised his brows and gestured to where she stood shaking slightly, I ran my eyes over her body, noticing that my favourite blue sweater of hers was messily buttoned up, like someone had tried to fix it in a haste. My stomach dropped as I looked back at her face, the blood draining from it as she avoided my stare. 

My thin wall of resistance snapped as I turned and launched myself at Jason, my fists already balled up at my side. He dropped his drink as he measured up to face me, his cronies flying in behind him to back him up. But y/n was quicker, she wedged herself in between us, placing a small hand on both of us as she turned to face him completely, resting back against my chest. 

“Stop, stop Jason. I’ll catch up with you okay, just… just give me a minuet.” She shoved him slightly when he didn’t move, his eyes blaring into mine as I breathed deeply, my chest heaving as I stared him down. 

“Go.”  Y/n shouted, jostling his shoulder. “I’m right behind you okay.” She promised. He glanced down at her between us before smirking back up at me, spinning around and whistling to his team as they followed after him. My eyes didn’t leave his back until they were well out of earshot, their swaying figures growing smaller in the distance as they crossed the fresh grass. 

Y/n stayed pressed against my chest facing away from me as I stared over her head, refusing to move. The night air washed away her heat as she sighed and stepped away from me, shivering, wrapping her arms around her core before she turned to face me. 

“What the fuck y/n?” I spat out at her, rage and hurt throbbing through me as the quietness closed in around us, looking down as she hung her head. She took a long, deep breath before squaring her shoulders. She looked back up at with me foreign, steely resolve in her eyes. 

“What?” She spat back, venom dripping from her tongue.

“What do you mean what? What the fuck is this?” I swore, searching her face for an answer. 

“What did you expect Eddie?” She looked back at me like she had no idea what I was talking about, or why I was so enraged. 

I took a cold breath to steady myself as her words made my head swim, threatening to choke me and pull me under. “Y/n, please just tell me what’s going on?” I begged, letting my anger slip from my face so it was just pain that shone on it. Something raw flickered across her features before she clenched her jaw, her eyes hardening. 

She turned to leave, and I shot my hand around to trap her wrist, sparks flew up my arm as my skin brushed hers, she spun back to face me as her eyes flashed. I thought back to the first night at hers, and the promise I’d made her. 

“Stay?” I pleaded, watching her mouth as I waited for her to swear the same thing that I’d done for her. Pain glimpsed on her face, too quick that I almost missed it. 

“Edward.” My heart dropped at my name, as she took a breath and looked back up at me. 

“This was nothing, the past few months.” She uttered the words as she scoffed and looked away at the last of the crowd trickling out of the car park, their headlights disappearing over the hill. 

“Eddie I was bored for god sakes; did you really think that I could like the Freak? That anyone could? Fuck man, I just wanted to use you to piss off my mom, but that clearly didn’t work, and I couldn’t keep up pretending. I can’t stand you, this entire thing was a joke, I planned it Eddie. And you were stupid enough to fall for it.” She leaned froward on her toes as she spat the last part at me, revulsion spreading across her face as she watched the damage her words cut through me. 

“It meant nothing.” I stumbled back a little as I mumbled for her to stop, searching for the lie in her cold, empty eyes. 

It wasn’t there. 

I held up a hand in the air between us like I could shield my heart from the final blow that was about to crush it forever, beyond repair.

Y/n stood up straight and looked me up and down, sighing, like I was a pathetic, broken creature that she pitied. The silver moonlight broke through the clouds for a second, illuminating the honest crevice’s on her pretty face. 

“You meant nothing.” Her eyes never left mine as she twisted my ring off of her hand, letting it tumble and fall through her thin fingers onto the wet grass beneath us. 

___________________________________

 Y/N | March 1986

I cringed as the sting of whiskey slid down my throat, taking another swig of the bottle as the first mouthful didn’t do anything to lessen the pounding in my head. I let the bottle rest between my knees, I was sitting on a fallen tree stump outside of the abandoned ‘Benny’s’, the flames of the raging fire in front of me burning into my face, sending sparks up into the pitch black night but I couldn’t care, I welcomed the pain as a distraction from the night. Cold air whipped behind me as I brought the tip of the bottle back to my lips, scrunching my eyes shut and tilting my head all the way back.

“Careful there sweetheart.” I looked up across the circle of the basketball team, the shadows from the fire flickering across their drunken expression, to see Jason watching me, his face swam in and out of focus as my grip slackened on the glass, raising it in his direction as he walked over to me. “It’s strong that stuff.” 

“I think I’m old enough to say when I’ve had enough Carver.” I sneered, dangerously swaying back and forth as I took another deep gulp, spilling some down my front. 

“Yeah she’s a big girl, did you see the way she handled that Freak, Jason?” Andy, one of his teammates called out from across the group, leering at me as Jason slumped down next to me. My eyes flicked up to meet Lucas Sinclair’s, a stab of pain and embarrassment pulsing through me before the alcohol crushed it, Lucas stared back at me terrified as Jason ran his hand up and down my leg. 

“Mmm I don’t know Andy; I think she liked the Freak.” A dangerous chuckle ran through the circle, everyone’s eyes suddenly trained on me, I looked around for a friendly face, suddenly realising that I was the only girl. My vision blurred together as everyone’s identical uniforms mashed together, I swept my head back and forth to try and find Lucas again, but he’d disappeared from the group. My stomach churned as Jason leant in close to me, trapping my jaw between his fingers as he forced me to look at him. 

“So what about it y/n? Did you like the Freak?” His breath washed over me as I stumbled back against the tree log, trying to pull myself from his grasp. The world suddenly turned on its axis as his fingers tightened. He brought his lips to my ears so only I could hear. 

“Did you let that Freak fuck you y/n?” I ripped myself from his grasp and I tumbled back against the fallen tree, my legs gently swaying off of it as my head smacked against the bark roughly, I felt Jason’s cold fingers trace my bare skin above my jean waist band as I laid back, ignoring me as I cried for him to stop, the alcohol slurring my words together as laughter surrounded me. Jason shushed me as he moved beside me, his body blocking the fire as he moved above me.

“Y/N.” It wasn’t the voice I wanted to hear, but it still sent a feeling of safety through me, I turned my head to watch Steve storm across the beer can littered dirt patch to where we all sat, his hair flapping wildly and his blue jacket whipping in the wind, shoving the basketball players out of his way as his swung his bat full of nails around menacingly. Jason’s heavy form was ripped off of me, cold air caressed my bare skin from where my shirt had been pulled up. 

“Get off her asshole.” There was a thud and the sound of something smacking flesh as a groan echoed into the night. I couldn’t see who he was talking to but I heard the footsteps fall back. 

“Yeah? Try it.” I watched the shadows dance as Steve swung his bat back and forth, dropping it the side as he leant down to pick my drowsy form up, leaves and broken bark fell from me as he lifted me up, sliding me easily over his shoulder before picking the bat back up. He pointed it at the group of basketball players as he stormed back past them to keep them away, I was swaying dangerously as I pressed my hand against my mouth, watching the trees of the forest reach out after us as Steve jogged around the side of the building back to the main entrance. I groaned as he emptied me into the back seat of his car, parked hastily across the carpark of the abandoned restaurant. 

“Are you gonna be sick y/n?” I shook my head as he lowered himself to my level, searching my face concerningly, not believing me as I gagged. 

“I’m gonna get you outta here okay? Just please tell me if I need to pull over, God what were you thinking y/n?” He tucked my legs inside the door before closing it lightly, jogging around to the driver’s seat and slamming it closed behind him, quickly locking it as he turned the engine over, the car purred to life beneath me as it vibrated with power. 

“Steve.” His eyes flashed to mine in the rear-view mirror, sadness crossing his face like he knew what I was going to ask. 

“How did you know where to find me?” I hiccupped as the whiskey threatened to make a reappearance. He sighed as he slid his car into reverse, turning the heater on for me as I shivered. 

“Eddie.” He mumbled, turning back to look at me with pity reflecting on his face. 

I fell back against the seats as the excruciating pain in my head, and the anguished pain in my heart pulled me under into dark blissful serene depths. 

___________________________________

My head lolled back in the crook of Steve’s arm as he stumbled under my weight on uneven ground, panic shot through me as I recognised the beat up blue and white weather boards of Eddie’s trailer, I struggled against Steve’s chest, but he took a left and jogged up a different set of stairs. He kicked the wire door with his shoe three times, shrugging his shoulders and breathing heavily as he looked around us. Max’s sleepy voice drifted through the silent night as the door opened up with a slight smack against the wall, her annoyed tone turning to one of shock as Steve pushed past her through the entry way. I slipped in and out of consciousness as he laid me back against a bundle of blankets on the sofa in the trailer living room, slipping a couch pillow under my head as I turned away from him. 

“What’d you bring her here for?” Max whispered angrily as she slammed the door back shut behind us, rushing over to tuck the blankets around me and brush sticky hair away from my face, her voice faltered as she noticed the tears streaming down my cheeks. 

“Well I couldn’t very well take her to her house, and my parents are actually home for once.” He crossed his arms and scratched his chin as Max turned towards him. 

“What happened?” She tugged her oversized blue jumper around her thin frame tighter, Steve lowered his voice, but I could still hear him. 

“I think something happened with Eddie, he called me – she was drinking with Jason and the other guys.” As I reached up for feel for another pillow to drown their voices out, my fingers brushed something hard, I pulled Max’s Walker from between the cushions. My fingers fumbled with the buttons as I reached down in my pocket, pulling the tape that Eddie had made and switching it out with the one that was already geared up to go. I clumsily slipped the headset on over my ears as I pressed play, the sweet sound of Eddies guitar playing my favourite song echoing around my skull as I turned it up as loud as it would go. 

My breathing came easier as my pounding headache slipped away with each beat of the song, I lent up against the pillows to watch as someone’s faltering headlights flashed across the window into Max’s living room. My breathing froze in my throat as I watched fog swirl across the brake lights of Eddies’ van as he screeched to a stop into his makeshift park across from us. I felt someone come up behind me as my body ran cold and my heart stopped beating, watching the familiar blond ponytail bob back and forth as she jumped from his passenger side wearing her cheer uniform, as she skipped around the front of his van. 

Eddie’s deep voice started singing in my ears through the headset as I watched Chrissy Cunningham follow him up the stairs, smiling sweetly as he opened the door for her. 

___________________________________

Authors Note | As always, if you've reached this far down than thank you for reading & I hope you enjoyed it. Um, yeah. I don’t really know what to say about this one :/, I had to take several breaks while writing.

Let me know what you thought, take care Sunflowers 🌻

___________________________________

Eddie Tag List } @dotslabyrinth @chanaaaannel @lem0nb0iii @xcarabear @projectcampbell @munchabunch @grungegrrrl @sammararaven @ches-86 @alinepichi @halbhohehalluzination @kalalikalas @thetrashqueen23 @bruh-tato-chap

I hope you enjoyed the Ninth chapter! If you would like to be added to my Eddie tag list, let me know! :)

___________________________________

Copyright © 2022 by P.McCann

All Rights Reserved

Take me back to the night we met - Part 1

Summary: You were a new girl in Hawkins. Your mom just got divorced from your father,and she saved the two of you from his abusive behavior. Your uncle tought you a few self defending hitting and kicking before you left,but you were scared to use them,because you could never hurt a fly.

Warnings : Angst,bullying, Jason is a dick,mentions of dearh,not a happy ending this time. If you want part 2,let me know :))

Also: remember do not copy or translate any of my work,and you can also read my story on my wattpad profile. You can find me there with the same username and profile picture. Enjoy!!

You were a new girl in Hawkins. Your mom just got divorced from your father,and she saved the two of you from his abusive behavior. Your uncle tought you a few self defending hitting and kicking before you left,but you were scared to use them,because you could never hurt a fly.

***

Your first day at school was a disaster. Everyone made fun of you for the way you were dressing. Yeah,you've got your mom's heart,but you've got your music taste from your father. You were a really big metal fan. But they didn't liked that. They called you the " second freak " or the  " shy freak ". But who was the other one?

Oh yeah,you didn't noticed the handsome curly haired metalhead,because the moment you entered to the school hall,you were pushed against your locker. The same went for weeks.

You barery made it to classes. You were too scared to hit back. It's not like you could actually,before you could react,two strong basketball players,grabbed your shoulders,and held you down.

***

You couldn't make friends,you talked with no one. You only went into your classes,and to the library. You usually ate your lunch in the forest,where you were alone,and no one could hear or hurt you.

And then you walked home. That was your daily routine. Nothing more.

One day you had enough. Jason the basketball player was making fun of you again. He grabed your stuffs you had with you,he even dropped you book in to the trash. And when he tried to tuch you,and to yank you up by the collar of your jacket,you grabed his arm with the tactic which your uncle tought you,and smashed him against the table.

He quickly got up and grabed your arm,but you slapped him hard with your other hand. The whole cafeteria was watching the two of you fighting now. Suddenly you turned around and noticed a curly haired boy,who was chearing you with his friends. He looked...almost just like you. And he was even chearing you?

" Come on girl,slap and kick the shit out of him!!"

" Shut up freak!! " Jason yelled angrilly.

Freak. He's the other freak.

You didn't have too much time to think,because the next thing you knew,you were pushed up against wall,by two of Jason's friends,as they held you down. You closed your eyes,because you knew damn well what was about to come,when you heard his voice again.

" If you touch her again,I swear the god Carver,I'm going to murder you then I'm going to actually sacrifice your body to the satan!! I'm not joking,I will do it,then I will go to jail,I don't care!! Leave her alone!! "

That made Jason back away,and his friends let you go. You were breathing heavily at this point,your make up was already messed up,from your tears. Before anyone could report the incident to the teacher,you ended up running out from the building. You didn't stopped running untill you reached the forest.

***

Eddie wanted to talk to you right away,but you were gone,before he could talk to you. He was watching you from a far,for weeks now. He wanted to talk to you,but he was afraid ,and you were always bullied. Him and the Hellfire already had enough problems with the baskettball players and Chearleaders.

He didn't wanted to risk to get in trouble,while trying to protect you. Even though he knew he was a fool,for not standing up for you. For his new favourite little sheep.

He found your book in the trash. He immediataly took it out,then made sure to clean the cover,before he started searching for you. He already had an idea in his mind,where could you hide,but searched for you in the library at first.

When he couldn't find you there,he left the school to go to the forest. He really hoped he would find you there. He wanted to confort you.

He let out a relieved sigh,when he actually found you behind the table,where he made his dealings. You were curled up into a ball,under a tree as you sobbed your little hurt out.

" Hey. " he whispered quitly to not to scare you that much.

You set up,and looked at him,with fear in your eyes. He could tell that you were having a panic attack,and that this was probably not the first time,that someone hurted you.

" It's okey,I'm not here to hurt you. I actually want to return this to you. " he said after a minute,and handed you your book. " Don't worry,I cleaned the cover for you. "

You smiled at him,as you took your book from his hands,than placed it to your backpack.

" I'm sorry that this happened to you. I should have helped you sooner,but...you know Jason and his friends are already hurting us because we play D&D,and it's considered satanic. Also they keep gossiping about me being a monster. I wanted to protect the others,that's why I couldn't help you. Now I do regret it. " he explained as he sat down next to you.

You stayed in silence, as you watched his every move. He still didn't noticed you starring,so he also couldn't see your dreamy eyes on him. There was something about him,which made you feel safe,and made you melt inside.

He turned his head to look at you,and you turned red. He smirked when he caught you starring at him,and looked down on his rings.

" I like your style. What's your name? "

You wanted to tell him,you really did,but you were afraid to open your mouth. Most people would shut you down before you could say something. They always told you how anoying you are. So you stopped talking. Sometimes you do talk to your mother,but that's not enough.

" You can write it on my arm,if you'd like. " he offered holding up a pen for you to take it,like he just read your mind.

Your eyes lite up,as you grabbed the pen from his hand,and waited for him to give you his palm or arm.

Pandora

" Wow,my name is Eddie actually. Your name is really special,and beautiful,don't you think? " he asked after he read your name. You shoke your head sadly remembering what your father told you once,when he was drunk.

You took out your notebook from your backpack,then you wrote your problem on the last page,then you showed it to him.

Once when my father was drunk,he told me that he gave me this name,because I brought him misery and evil the moment I was born.

He looked at you with sad eyes,and you slowly nodded,a sad smile appearing on your face. Suddenly you felt him taking your hand in his. He squized your palm a few time,then he starded caressing you knuckles.

" It's getting cold. Do you want me to take you home? "

You nodded your head,then wrote your address on the page.

***

Eddie started to go to classes which the two of you shared,after that. He even invited you to the Hideout to watch him and his band play. You always felt welcomed whenever you hung out with them.

Even his uncle - Wayne - loved you. Even though,you didn't talked with them. Eddie already explained everything to them,and they never jugded you. Your mother was so happy,that you finally found your friend group.

On day you were drawing hearts and wrote Eddie's name on the back of your notebook. You wanted to ask him,if he wanted to hung out with you later,or maybe watch a movie with you.

As you were about to tap his shoulder to give him the piece of paper,the teacher quickly snatched it out from your hands and unfolded it.

" Heey Eddie,do you wanna hang out after school,to watch a movie or to go to the Lovers Lake? You know how much I love being around you,you are so cool,and I really like you. You don't have to agree if you find it weird,or if I'm just anoying you. I hope it's a great lesson for you Pandora,before you decide to write love letters during my class. " the teacher said after she read out aloud your message,as everyone in the classroom was laughing at you.

" Well it's not her fault,that you were teaching during our little chat. " Eddie fightet back right away,glaring at the teacher and he shot you a wink.

" Munson you better stay quiet before I kick you out from my classroom. "

" Oh you don't need that Miss. I'm out. Come one Pandora let's watch a movie,we can grab fries on the way. " Eddie sighed standing up,and he held out his hand for you.

You giggled and stood up,grabbing his hand. Everyone has gone quiet,since they noticed that the two of you really did like each other.

" Where do you think you are taking her Munson?! " the teacher yelled,before the two of you could reach the doorway.

" To eat some fries and maybe I will buy her a milkshake. I'm just making sure,that she will never going to pay attention on your teaching. Bye!! " and with that he blowed kisses ,then closed the door.

You bursted out laughing,as you let him lead you out from the school building. You were still laughing when you reached his van. You didn't care that this action could cause you trouble later. You felt free with him.

***

" Hey have you seen my tattoos? "

" No. " you replied sitting on his bed next to him. It's been two weeks since you were talking again,but you only talked with Eddie,Wayne,the Hellfire members and to your mom.

He started showing you the arts which were making his body look even more beautiful and special. You were already in love with him at this point,but that just made you fall for him even harder.

But then your gaze dropped on his arm,where you wrote your name,during your first meeting. That was your handwriting tattooed on his arm. Your name.

" What's that? " you asked on a quiet tone.

" Look,I can explain it- "

" Eddie,just please tell me what's going on. "

" I-i...remember when you told me what your father told you,about your name? After getting to know you better,I tattooed your name there,because... I- "

" Why,Eddie? "

" He told you that you brought him misery and evil. But in the mythologie something important has left inside Pandora's box. And that was hope. You brought me hope. "

You started walking backwards untill your back hit the wall behind you. You already knew what was about to come,and that terrified you. You felt like you're going to pass out.

" Please don't run. I don't want to loose you,please stay with me. I love you,Pandora,you have no idea how much. I can see the way you are looking at me,that you feel the same. Please don't be afraid of me,I would never hurt you. "

" Why me? " you whispered shaking your head,as he cupped your cheeks.

" Do you really want me to list all the things which made me fall in love with you? Come on,you already know it. We are the same,but different at the same time. We make each other happy. We are here for each other in the hard times. I just love you. "

Your tears mixed as you pressed your foreheads together. He was holding you for dear life,your hands were now warapped around his neck. You felt happy,but nervous at the same time.

" Can I kiss you? " he whispered.

" I was never kissed before. "

" I don't care,we'll make it work. Just don't be scared of me. "

" I would never. I'm just scared,that you are making a mistake. "

" No sense. Come here. " and with that he kissed you for the very first time. That was the moment when you realised that you had just found your true love.

***

Your heart was broken after one year. The love of your life was gone,it felt like those demobats ripped out your heart and soul as well. You were nothing but a crying mess since he left you. Since he sacrifised himself to save you. You could still hear his screams. You wanted to kill yourself so you could be with him again. It was unfair how life treated your love.

“A Hargrove and a Munson “

y/n pov

I never thought I would be sitting with "Eddie Munson the freak" smoking a cig but here I am. "You know if Billy finds out he will kill you ed's ". yep, i know and I'm willing to take that risk' Eddie says." if my dad finds out he will kill me then you" after I say that Eddie laughs " what its true... wait do you hear that. "What? Eddie says. I look around the corner of the school and see Billy making out with a girl. i grab eddies hand and walk the other way into the wood and to go find are bench by skull rock. when we get there, I sit down on one side Eddie on the other "what was that about" "oh i saw my brother making out with a girl " "ewww"." I know right". " Hey what's that bruise on your arm " " oh that's um nothing" obviously lying. " You lying y/n I can tell ,who did this to you "." nobody " i say hoping he would let it go but of course he doesn't. "Was it your dad again " he says. i nod my head and look down. " Hey come its ok ". I walk over to the other side of the picnic table and sit down as he hugs me."ed's" I say "yeah"? I never thought i would be dating you a "Munson". "You know what we are sweetheart we are "a Hargrove and a Munson" just trying to survive he says. i look up at him a smile as he leans down to kiss me as we do I hear." what the f**k" i look to the side to see.......

The smell of a Munson

(Not my gif, credits to creator)

The smell of Eddie Munson is often described as a mix of "cheap colognes, smoke/ cigarettes and weed". In this essay I will show why this is in fact either wrong or an understatement of the truth.

Here is the situation, everyone describes the smell of Eddie as a mix of "cheap colognes, cigarettes/smoke and weed". And even tho I believe that he strongly smells like smoke/ cigarettes and weed I do not believe that he smells like cheap colognes (or maybe he does, I'll explain it in a hot second). But I STRONGYL believe that he mainly smells like sweat and u all can't change my mind.

I mean look at our boy. He is a teenager/ young adult metalhead who's only father-like figure is his uncle who seems to work all the time. Because of his drug consum Eddie probably pisses himself all the time while sleeping (the stains on this mattress, change my mind). He is a nerd who gets like no bitches unless they want some free drugs... u all cant really believe that this boy knows what a shower is even less how it works.

And yes I know "his hair looks so soft"... I once knew a boy with curly hair and it always looked soft, too.. but the moment u touched it 🤮🤮🤮 I swear to god it was everything but soft. And I swear this is how i see Eddie. Our little unshowed metalhead rat ❤🧎‍♀️

(Btw that doesn't mean that i don't like curly hair in general I enjoy it but that boys hair was sus hahaha)

And this is like absolutely no hate towards him. I mean I love this little fucker so much, u all aren't knowing shit. And I wanna protect him as much as I can. But this guy is sooo perfect there needs to be a strong con. And yes, I love him but damn does he need a shower.

And this is like an extra headcanon for our boy. Like I said, I believe that Eddie showers like idk never (maybe once a month). But here is where the cheap colognes comes in. So to cover up his sweaty smell, Eddie uses SOOOOOO FUCKING MUCH colognes, u will die when u stand too close to him for too long. Like one bottle a week is minimum (one of the reasons why it needs to be cheap ones).

Change.

My.

Mind.

To sum things up, I strongly believe that Eddie Munson only has two states of smelling. Either sweaty like big foots ass or way too much colognes for his own good. There is nothing in between. But this is obviously just my opinion. Anyways kissies for reading this

Have a marvelous day, bye!