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aetlasx · 7 months ago

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Paradox: 1

pair: eddie munson x witch!reader

summary: life as a teenage girl wasn’t all that it’s been chalked up to be…especially when a boy you’ve never met breaks your nose.

tw: jason being a dick & a broken nose (lmk if I missed anything!)

a/n: tysm for reading!!! i am sosososo sorry the first part took forever!! i’m working on the next part as we speak

- purple text = flashback

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October 6th, 1983

*THIS IS NOT A DIARY*

“Are you kidding me?” You snort, “This is totally a diary.”

Dustin elbowed you in the ribs. He huffed as he focused once more at the composition he held in his hand.

*THIS IS NOT A DIARY*

*THIS IS A SCIENTIFIC JOURNAL*

Approximately 15 days ago, our prime subject was approached by a middle-aged Blonde Caucasian male. About 6 foot, blue eyes, formal attire, and an angelic innocence to him.

Our subject says that this individual would appear in her dreams until he eventually manifested, waiting for her at her place of employment, Elwood Records, wanting to offer her something.

A chill was sent down your spine. You tensed as you noticed the familiar blonde smiling from across the street, leaning against his car. You were closing and your coworkers had already headed home. The man from the hospital…from your dreams…finally waiting for you..

As you finally locked the door, you turned back around to see him motioning for you to get in. Everything in you told you to run for it but somehow your legs compelled to follow the notion. The car ride was short and quiet. Hawkins was dead for the night and even if you wanted to scream for help, there wasn’t even a soul out there to hear you.

We arrived at Lover’s Lake, we got out of the car and walked towards the bend of the river. The moonlight sparkled off the water.

After driving for a while, he finally pulled over. Only a few blocks from your house. He got out of the vehicle and began strolling down the street. Doing the same, you caught up to him. “It’s nice to finally see you again. He smiled warmly. His presence was almost suffocating. “I know your pain. I feel it.”

Swallowing nervously, your house was only a sprint away. You could hear your heart beating from your ears. He got in front of you, his dark eyes boring into you were a mix of intrigue and something darker. “You’re not like the others in this town, are you? They’ll never understand you—your friends, your family, they’ll never see you for who you truly are.” He paused, you let the words sink in, his gaze never leaving yours.

“But what I’m about to offer you, it’ll make you better than them. Better than you ever realized. You were made for so much more—you just haven’t reached your true potential yet.” He excitedly exclaimed, his grip finding your arms and squeezing them for reassurance. “Trust me, this is your chance.”

His words wrapped around you like a promise and a threat. However, your eyes drifted towards the slight movement near his cuff. A small black spider crawled from his sleeve. Flinching, his grip on you tightened, as your eyes darted back to his, his icy blue orbs kept you frozen under his spell. The spider scuttled down his hand and onto your arm. Before you could even react, it darted to towards your face and with a sudden, involuntary gasp, you felt the insect slip past your lips and down your throat.

Henry smiled, leaning in close as you choked back fear and revulsion. “With my help, you��ll be unstoppable.” You felt a heat spread through you, a terrifying surge of power.

She can’t remember going into her house or how she got into bed, but the next morning she woke up with the ability to move things with her mind. I have been helping her, to the best of my ability, tame these supernatural powers.

You and Dustin stood in the woods behind the high school. A few empty soda cans were lined up on a fallen log. The air was tense with anticipation. You focused on the first can, brow furrowing, you clenched your fist and the can crumpled with a sharp crunch. The next one followed just as easily, collapsing with a satisfying clench. Dustin watched with wide eyes, half in awe, half in nervousness.

Turning towards the last can, something in you shifted. A flash of anger surged within you—memories of the name calling, bullying, the lack of your best friend’s support, and the guy-wrenching feeling of being alone. You clenched your jaw, clenching your fist again, the can not crushing this time; it erupted. Flames shot out as it consumed the metal in the sudden burst of fire.

You stumbled back, shocked, your breath hitching in your throat. You heard Dustin yelp, taking cover behind a tree. His eyes darting back and forth between you and the can.

“That’s…new,” you mumbled, your voice tinged with a mix of fear and exhilaration. The fire flickered and died, leaving behind scorched metal and an uneasy silence. Turning back to glance at your cousin, the poor boy’s face was turned pale with a blend of admiration and fear. You weren’t going to tell him but whatever that was, it felt like it was no longer just yours—it was something darker, something that had been waiting to break free.

A new power has emerged. She can manipulate fire with her mind, and I can’t tell if it was an accident or something else. Before the flames erupted, she looked furious, like something inside her snapped.

Dustin shook out of his trance as he heard the bell echo in the distance. The two of you rushed back to your schools, bidding him a farewell. You wouldn’t know it but he watched as you entered your high school, gazing with admiration. But the literal spark in your eyes was new. He couldn’t shake the feeling your strength and control were tightrope walking between chaos and control.

As you walked into your first class, you shared it with Nancy. As you walked past her gaze, your eye briefly met hers, feeling the weight of your fractured friendship. In the moment, Nancy felt like she was staring into a mirror that reflected all hers unspoken words and regrets. She looked away, her head hanging low. You quickly took your seat on the opposite side of the room. Thinking about what had happened when you had first made the deal you did with Him…

It wasn’t like you meant to, you had barely gotten your powers. You clearly didn’t know what you were doing.

A few days after getting these powers, you decided to study at the library for a big test coming up. However, Steve, Tommy, and Carol had other plans when they cornered you, throwing taunts as a guilt ridden Nancy pleaded with them to stop. When they finally stopped, something in you snapped. As they turned to leave, a sudden but unintentional surge of power flowed through you. Focusing on the bookshelf they were passing, it quickly crashed down behind them—barely missing them. Books were scattered as they turned around, realizing they had barely escaped. You stood there stunned by what you had just done. Nancy had stared at you with wide eyes, a mixture of fear and sadness.

That’s when you decided to go to your cousin Dustin for help. Sure, he might be young, but he seemed into this kind of stuff. Granted it had only been several weeks but, he put in the work for sure. Showing you his endless superhero comics and comparing your power to theirs.

Luckily, after word had spread about the library incident, a lot of your torment died down. Maybe high school wasn't going to be bad so bad after all, but today was one of those days.

As you took your usually seat at lunch, you eyed the crowded cafeteria. Sometimes Jonathan would sit with you but he had been busy with a project which left you with your quirky acquaintance, Robin. You normally sat with her whenever he was busy, exchanging small talk and trading food from time to time. When you were done, bid goodbye to her and made your way to the trash. However, when you turned around to leave, Jason Carver stood in front of you eyeing you like prey.

"Not so fast," he sneered, you glared back at him as some of his other friends gathered. "Why the nasty face? I'm here for Chrissy, she needs a tampon. She can't find them anywhere in Hawkins since you sold them out." You felt the familiar sting of humiliation creep up your spine. Clenching your jaw, your knuckles turned white as you dug your nails into your palm.

"Funny, Carver." a unfamiliar voice called out behind you. He walked over to where you stood. You couldn't put your finger on it but you had seen him around. "With the way you're wanting them so bad it sounds like you're the one who's needing them."

You rage was finally bubbling over. You refocused your mind, reaching out in a desperate impulsive move. A subtle flicker of your powers and Jason's pants suddenly dropped to his ankles. Laughter erupted throughout the cafeteria as he fumbled to yank his pants back up, his face reddening with anger and emarrassment.

Jason lunged at you, but before he could, the boy tried to shield you, taking the strike that was meant for you. A crowd started gathering as the two boys went back and forth, but in the midst of chaos, Jason pushed your protector towards you causing his elbow to collide with your nose with a sharp crack. Blood dripped down your lip as you staggered back, stunned and dazed.

The crowd fell into a stunned silence as the principal shoved his way through shouting for order. Clutching your nose, the sting of both physical pain and humiliation settled within you again.

"Munson! Carver! In my office now!" The principal shouted, then turned towards you, "You too Vale."

Standing as you gripped the phone, hand wavering over the buttons, you paused for a brief moment. You couldn't call your sister, even though she was moody and overbearing, she would come in kicking and screaming. You couldn't call you aunt, she'd start to worry about Dustin and figure out you're not the greatest influence to be around.

"Would you just call someone please." the receptionist sighed in annoyance.

Finally punching in a number, you looked up through your watery eyes at the bruised and beaten up boys. Jason sat with his head low, eyes focused on his shoes and as for the one the principal named Munson, your eyes met for a moment. Why did he do that? You were positive that Jason bullies him too. But why now? Why you?

As you shuttered under his stare, the other line finally picked up, causing you to look away.

The soft hum of the ABBA played throughout the somber office. The ice that you held to on your nose beginning to annoy you. Glancing at the boy who broke your nose beside you, you finally got his name. Eddie Munson.

You sort of remember him from middle school, except he didn't have hair back then. Now he has a short messy mop of curls, maybe that's why. He would glance at you from time to time with remorse in his eyes.

Your attention shifted when the nurse called you back into her office.

"It's broken alright, thought it was bruised." you winced as she touched it.

You heard heavy rushed footsteps coming in through the door. Your out of breath brother in law, taken back by the sight. "A fight. Whoever got her did quiet the number. Every teenager’s dream right there—rhinoplasty." the nurse smirked.

"Ted–"

He walked over gently taking his face into your hands. Looking over at the crookedness of your nose. The bruising starting to darken your eyes.

"Are you mad?" you whisper, tears threatening to spill. "June would've...would've."

"Gone ballistic. I understand. It's okay." he softly smiled pulling you into a hug, "I'm just glad you're alright." It truly warmed your heart that at least someone, who was an adult, was on your side. "How'd this happen?"

You explained everything to him, subtly pointing at the boys with their respective guardians, as to how this all happened. The nurse eventually came in to set your nose as best as a high school nurse could. "The principal will see everyone in a minute."

Waiting around for a few more minutes, Teddy started humming and tapping his foot to the beat of "SOS". Turning towards him, you gave him a puzzled look. "Big ABBA fan?" you whisper.

He shook his head, "June is. She sang this the night that we met at the bar." he smiled warmly remembering the event. From what he had told you before, she was just a college student who would sing her heart out at the local bar and he was just a lawyer who needed a drink. But on the night they met, June described it as as ABBA song. "This is her favorite band ever." he added.

"She never plays it at the house?" you questioned

"She stopped listening to them, said they reminded her of happier times."

"When did she stop?" you ask as he finally looked back at you. His eyes said it all. She had clearly stopped enjoying them when she had to take you in. Maybe it was just a teenage thing but clearly, you ruined her life.

Finally, the principal came out to allow everyone into his cramped office.

“I was the one who broke her nose,” Eddie admitted. “I stood up for her, but Jason was the one who threw the first punch.

Jason’s father shot to his feet. “You see? It was this delinquent. Come on, Jason, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“With all due respect,” Teddy countered, “Carver, your son’s a menace—not just to my kid, but to others as well.”

Jason’s father sneered. “Watch it, Ted. I’ve got connections with the mayor, and as for you”—he pointed at the principal—“our hefty donations to this school will end if anything happens to my son.”

The principal cleared his throat, “Very well, suspension for—“

“Are you kidding me!?” Teddy shouted “How is that any fair?”

“You should be use to it Ted, it’s just the way that things work around here.” Jason’s dad gloated “it’s called justice.”

“Is suspension really necessary when Eddie was just defending her?” Eddie’s uncle interjected.

Teddy stood up, enraged, stomping over to the other man.

“Look Ted,” he started, “you’re not in a big city anymore. You’re in Hawkins. Face it. You’re nobody in the town. Word spreads fast about your little family and that freak of a kid—“

Fuming, Teddy stood and stomped over to Jason’s father.

“Face it, Ted,” Jason’s dad sneered, “you’re not in the big city anymore. This is Hawkins. You’re nobody here, and word’s spreading fast about your family and that freak kid of yours—”

Before he could finish, Teddy punched him hard, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious.

Momentarily stunned by his own reaction, Teddy grabbed you by the shoulder. “Uh, right. Well, Principal, you can expect a generous Christmas donation from us—and from the Munsons!”

Without another word, he rushed you both out of the room. You laughed all the way to the car, still in disbelief over what had happened.

After a short drive to his office, you greeted the receptionist, then threw yourself onto the couch.

Teddy dropped into his chair, propped his feet on the desk, and lit a cigarette. “Listen,” he said, “you’ll have to come clean to June, but she can never know what I did.”

Eddie sat in his van, gazing at the glowing record store that illuminated the dark street. His cheek still radiated heat from the punch he took earlier, and he was grappling with everything that had gone down. He watched as you paced between the shelves, clutching vinyl records, your focus shifting from one album to another.

His uncle's words echoed in his mind. “Boy, you better apologize to her and do something nice for her! I can’t afford no nose job!”

Taking a deep breath, he noticed the building's lights flicker off, signaling closing time. You stepped outside, locking the door behind you. He exhaled, careful to not make a sound as he slowly approached.

From behind, he watched you study your reflection in the glass. You cupped your hands over your face, and he could see the tension in your shoulders ease. The crookedness and the blotchy purple hue beneath your eyes seemed to vanish, and your nose looked as good as new. You smiled to yourself, a moment of gratitude for your newfound powers, but that smile faltered when you caught a glimpse of his silhouette in the window.

As you turned, Eddie raised his hands in surrender. “It’s just me! I just wanted to stop and—woah… your nose?” He took a step closer, his eyes widening in genuine surprise.

You glanced down, cheeks flushing. “Y-yeah, my brother-in-law got me in to see the doctor really quick after we left.”

His puzzled expression lingered, his gaze taking in the details of you—the way your hair framed your face and the hesitant smile playing at your lips. “It looks perfectly fine… like nothing ever happened?”

“The doctor was really good,” you murmured, your fingers brushing over your nose. “A lot of ice and… makeup! Actually!”

He nodded, an awkward silence enveloping the air between you. Clearing your throat, you kept your gaze fixed on the ground, the weight of humiliation lingering. “I-I should actually be thanking you…I mean, after Jason’s pants went down, I almost saw my life flash before my eyes.”

He chuckled, recalling the image of Jason in his ridiculous boxers. “I wish I could’ve gotten a picture.” Heat rose not just in his cheek, but across his whole face as he saw the sweet smile spreading on yours.

“I’m Eddie, by the way.”

You nodded, telling him your name, a slight smile creeping back onto your lips. “But I’m sure you know who I am…”

Your palms felt sweaty, your heartbeat drumming in your ears as you finally looked up, searching his eyes for something—what, you weren’t sure.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around.” He shifted on his feet, his voice softer now, the connection between you palpable.

Nodding, you turned to walk away before he could say anything else, a wave of nervousness washing over you.

“Hey! Wait! You’re not walking home in the dark, right?”

You shrugged, your heart racing as you nodded.

“Please, let me at least drive you home.”

After a brief pause, you relented, walking back to his van. The drive was quiet, filled with the tension of unspoken words. You provided directions, but each passing moment felt electric, charged with the possibility of something more.

As he pulled up to your house, you began to unbuckle your seatbelt, but he coughed awkwardly. “So—um, hear me out. I know your nose is broken, and my uncle and I can’t really afford—“

“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled as you stepped out of his van, but the warmth in your chest lingered, reluctant to fade.

As you hurried up your sidewalk, a hand gripped your shoulder, halting you. “No, wait! I have to make this right at least!”

“It’s fine!”

“Let me… let me do something for you? Maybe like a meal or—or—“

“Like I said, it’s fine—“

“I’m not leaving until you accept my offering.” He stood firm, blocking your path with an earnest expression that made your heart flutter.

“Fine. Tomorrow, though.” You huffed, your tone playful yet firm. “I actually have to study for a test.”

Eddie's smile grew coy, a spark of excitement igniting in his stomach. “Tomorrow it is,” he said, unable to hide the thrill in his voice at the thought of spending more time with you.

As you bid him goodnight and turned to open the door, it swung open abruptly. Your sister stormed out, fury etched across her face. She grabbed your arm, pulling you inside.

“Thank you, but the next time you lay your hands on my sister—I will make sure half of your teeth go missing.”

Eddie stood frozen as she stomped back in and slammed the door in his face. You felt a mix of anger and embarrassment, the moment slipping through your fingers.

She turned to you, gripping your chin and inspecting your nose. “I guess Teddy lied; your nose looks fine.”

You rolled your eyes, wriggling out of her grasp. “You didn’t have to be such a jerk to him, you know? He actually stood up for me.”

She rolled her eyes, exasperated. “Ugh, out of all the kids you could’ve gotten mixed in with, you just had to befriend the Munson one. From what the girls say, he’s just no good. So please, keep your distance.”

Groaning, you stormed to your room, flinging yourself onto the bed. Frustration bubbled within you, tears streaming down your face. Your breathing turned into full-on heaving, and as your gaze flicked to the TV in the corner, something ignited inside you. A burning, thrilling energy coursed through your veins, and in an instant, the screen erupted into flames.

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aetlasx · 9 months ago

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prologue

pair: eddie munson x witch!reader

summary: Ah, memories. You journal your first day of high school, but things quickly take a turn just a few weeks later.

tw: menstruation, pad/tampons, bullying, name calling (pls lmk if there’s anything I missed)

a/n: just stick with me lol. he’ll be in the first part. Also, this is an AU!! For spooky season!! thank you so much for reading!!

*the chat font is the diary entry and it goes back to normal at the end*

August 22nd, 1983 It's been a few months since i've written in this thing. I thought it'd be a good time to start now since I finally made it to high school!

You know what that means? Four more years till I leave this shithole!! Better than five. June was actually waiting by the door when I got home, she really wanted to hear every detail of how it went. I told her about my classes, I have Jonathan in two and Nancy in several. I told her how the school and people were so different from anything I was used to. But, it doesn't take her long to find something wrong with the way I think. She started with her usual warnings and advice, all the things I need to avoid, all the mistakes I shouldn't make. I know she's just trying to protect me, but it feels like she can never have trust in her little sister.

On the other hand, at least Teddy asked if I had fun. He's always been the one who knows how to lighten the mood, especially knowing how his wife is. He asked about my teachers and any clubs that looked cool enough to join. He even asked about Jonathan and Nancy.

Jonathan was definitely not as excited as me. He's quite, but he's always been that way.I know that his mom was excited for his first day of high school, she even convinced him to bring his camera. Right now, I'm trying to convince him to join the newspaper but he just shrugs me off. And Nancy, well, although it's been one–girl is practically glow. Within just 8 hours of the school day, she was able to meet a boy. She kept gushing about him and is pretty excited for the rest of the school year here. I'm genuinely happy for her.

Before June could add her two cents, I interrupted her with how I stopped by Aunt Claudia's after school to see how Dustin's day went. He was already sprawled out on the couch, 'exhausted' from fighting with his new math teacher. It had been a bit since I had seen them, I slaved away my summer at my job so stopping by, I felt grateful that they weren't even mad. I'll have to start hanging out with him again.

Anyways, I’m determined to make the most of freshman year with my friends. I’m ready to prove that I’m more than just a product of this stupid town.

Wish me luck!!

September 16th, 1983

I think I lied. I don’t know where to start…but a four year wait is too long. I don’t know where it all went wrong but it started over the weekend.

Sometimes I’d like to think that if my mom was still around, this wouldn’t have happened. Hell, June is like my mom, why did it happen. I’m talking about mother nature’s gift. It seemed as though no on thought to inform me that a girls first period would be this chaotic.

Nance and I had a movie night planned. I hadn’t really talked to her much, only in class, because her new boy toy or whatever—Steve Harrington, was taking up most of her time. I thought this would be a good time to just catch up and gossip, I was wrong. That Friday was horrible. I ended up throwing up, getting the chills, my body ached to no end. But I was still determined to make movie night happen, especially since June and Teddy were gone for the weekend.

As I was dying on the couch, Nancy finally showed up. But to my disappointment, it was only to cancel. Her and Steve were going out on their first date. I don’t know if it was how hot I was feeling or my intestines twisting, but black spots started clouding my vision. I just remember her screaming for Steve and once I knew it, I woke up in the hospital.

What I’m about to write, I’ll say with confidentiality…probably because I’m the only one reading this. Whatever.

A period is probably normal for all females. What’s not normal is having to go to the hospital and having your best friend’s boyfriend make fun of you because the doctor called you a late bloomer. I mean, she apologized but, if I could’ve just died on that bed, I wouldn’t be here.

Even June lectured me when I interrupted her weekend getaway. The whole ride home she kept complaining and saying ‘how could I not know’ and ‘you just gave us another unnecessary bill’. Like, sorry my baby’s natural response has ruined something for you.

Fuck. That’s not even the worst part. When Monday came back around, everyone was looking at me when I walked in. I know how cliche it sounds after what had just happened but knowing how popular Harrington was and who his friends were, he had already told the whole school by now. During gym, Carol and a few other girls threw pads and tampons at me. I got called ‘Bloody Mary’ and ‘Leak Freak’ in the hallways, at lunch, and anytime anyone had the chance. I tried to stay strong, I even hoped Nancy would say something to me during class or at least when she saw me but she just looked at me with sympathetic eyes. It’s just hard to believe that a few weeks ago, everything was fine. We were making fun of our teacher, gossiping with Barb, and even went shopping but I guess things change. Now when I look at her I’m just consumed with rage.

Jonathan has been supportive, though. The evening I got out of the hospital, he had actually brought over some of my favorite snacks and listened to me cry all night. Even when the mocking was bad, he’s stuck by my side. He’s told some kids to fuck off, walks me to class, and I’m grateful, don’t get me wrong but knowing that I have to wake up and go through it again doesn’t really ease my pain.

I feel like my chances of making friends and actually joining some clubs are ruined. When I try talking to some new, they give me dirty looks. When I go to ask about different clubs, they turn me away. I’ve lost hope. Thought this was suppose to be a fresh start but I guess not.

And just to add more salt to the wound, I haven’t been able to sleep. Every time I close my eyes and drift to away, I’m met with such an unsettling environment. The atmosphere is thick, groggy, red. It’s coated in fog, but a man I’ve never seen before always walks through it. He says his name is Henry, he starts talking about my worries and pain. It’s always the same—he says he’s ‘there to help me’, he’s there to ‘take away the pain because he knows what it’s like’. I truly don’t know what has caused my subconscious to create things like this but I guess I’m just tired of feeling like shit.

I don’t even know why I bother keeping a journal around. Sometimes I feel like I won’t even be here in the future to reminisce on the shitty days like this. Why would I even? I guess it’s just easier to write these things down than having to say them out loud. I thought I’d be able to make my sister, aunt, cousin, and friends proud, but I’m starting to think I’m just not cut out for this.

Closing the diary, the blonde places it back in the shoebox you hid it in. Pushing it back under your bed, standing from the place he sat. A satisfied smirk on his face.

He’d been following your turmoil closely, knowing that this was just the turning point. Your struggles were feeding into his plans. This entry was straw that broke the camels back—your vulnerabilities, your fears, and your desperations. It was almost too easy.

“Your suffering is almost poetic,” Henry said to himself, walking out of your room, your house, determined to take action now. He planned to finally confront you, to force you to acknowledge the full extent of what your destiny could be with his help—with what he had to offer.

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