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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑳𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), nightmares, mention of and consumption of alcohol, death, bad language, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, mention of and near death experience, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you must be 18+ to read this story❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 🦇 2.9K words

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 🦇 horror themes, nightmares, bad language and domestic (verbal and allusion to physical) abuse.

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲’ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⎈ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

🦇 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

You are sat on your bed, staring at one of the corners of your bedroom, more specifically, the corner with a little pink chair that currently has Eddie's bandana hung from the back of it... you’d caught yourself doing it a lot, staring at it or holding it because all you could think about was your encounter with Eddie in the woods seven days, one hour, five minutes and thirty-one seconds ago.

It scared you... how easily I opened up to him, how easily I broke... how I listened... how I believed him... how I wasn't... terrified of him now I knew there were worse things than Eddie Munson and the Hellfire Club.

Your legs nervously bounce up and down as you think about his advice, you fiddle with your hair and realise you are face to face with your vanity desk across the room. You turn away and look down... I can’t even look at myself in the mirror or in any reflection because I remind myself of my sister, being the spitting image of her and all...

You pick your head up, purposefully avoiding eye contact with your vanity desk - a place you hadn't sat at to do your make-up or hair for a whole month.

Your boom box is on the floor, cassettes everywhere and clothes hanging out of your draws - it had been a mess for a while... mom didn't know because I locked the door at all times and she hadn't bothered to pick at the lock because let's face it - she didn't want to see me. I am doing her a favor and she had become so hellbent on staying downstairs awaiting Rebecca's impossible return... they never found a body, but only a handful of teens, including me, knew why.

Knock!

Your head swiftly turns towards the source of the noise and boom, your heart jolts and your body jumps at the sight of a shadowy figure at your window, an eye peeking through your curtains.

You steadily move off of your bed and reach underneath it for your handmade catapult and stones... you had it there for protection because of what you’d seen at Starcourt, the curse of Hawkins, all of the visions you’d had recently that felt so real... it convinced you that it was still here in some sort of supernatural form, the Mind Flayer, "I hope you're ready for my wrath, asshole," you mutter under your breath as you place a stone into the pouch you made out of a little necklace bag.

You slowly reach for the curtain, your heartbeat gradually building up in pace as you squint your eyes shut and abruptly swing it open and aim the catapult, pulling the pouch back and opening your eyes...

Eddie?! A completely soaked Eddie is at my window.

His brown eyes are wide with shock at coming face to face with your catapult and you are shocked at coming face to face with him. You gasp before looking behind you and then quickly shoving the window up, "You scared the hell outta me!" You whisper in a shout as you lower the catapult, his eyes are fixed on it still.

With one brow higher than the other, he looks up at you, "Well you scared the hell outta me - aiming that lethal thing at my head!" He whisper shouts back and gestures to the catapult with the hand that isn’t holding onto your window ledge, "Why do you even have that anyway?"

You drop the catapult to the floor and cross your arms, "Why are you here?!" You keep glancing behind you, conscious of your mom potentially hearing the commotion.

He looks at you with a deadpan look and his bottom lip pouted, "My bandana."

"Are you serious?!" You huff.

"Mhm... I waited a week in the woods - every night for you to show up with my beloved bandana - but you never came sooo," he gestures at himself, crouched on the small bit of roof leading to your window, "I got tired of sitting in the rain so I decided to take matters into my own hands."

Your mouth is hung open as he speaks, but you keep your arms crossed to stay stern, "How do you even know that this is my window?"

"I didn't," he shrugs before a sudden cheeky and toothy grin forms on his lips as he stares up at you, "S'pose it was a lucky guess huh?"

"You can't be here, Eddie," you whisper with a serious and worried tone, looking over your shoulder again.

Eddie tries to follow your gaze at the door before looking up at you, realisation spreads across his features, "I'll be out of your hair once I have it ba-achew!" He sneezes loudly, sniffling and wiping his nose after, making you glare at him, "Sorry," he whispers sassily.

He's going to catch a cold - if he hasn't caught one already... and it would be my fault. "Quick - get in before I regret it, Munson," You state in a rush, backing away from him as he climbs into your bedroom, making a thud sound on the floor when he lands, "Shhhh!"

"Sorry!" He repeats in another whisper, lifting himself from the floor and standing up straight, making squelchy noises because of his damp clothes and shoes.

You fiddle with the fair hairs on your arms in complete silence and look at Eddie in disbelief... he is in my room, no boy, not even Billy had been in my room - only Mason has... and he's my brother. Eddie, once he'd gotten his bearings, bowed his head and refused to even look around, fiddling with his fingers - not a sound but the raindrops landing on the roof and faint mumblings of the television downstairs could be heard.

You are both silent - nervous.

"Y-your um - bandana is there," you point at it, but then look at his dirty sneakers... carpet stains, "I'll get it," you blurt suddenly. Eddie looks up finally, watching your every move anxiously as you pick up his bandana and walk towards him. A part of you didn't want to part with it, you look down at it endearingly before shyly glancing up at Eddie, who is still looking at you, examining you... your cheeks suddenly heat up, "H-here," you hand it to him before rubbing your tired eyes.

Silence.

"'S probably a stupid question but I'm gonna ask anyway," His eyes flicker between your eyes, gently taking the bandana from you, your fingers brushing "Are you feeling better - after our talk?"

You sigh softly and look down, rubbing your eyes more.

He purses his lips, still watching you closely and you grow more and more anxious by the second, "No offence, but you look like you haven't slept in years - decades even," he states with a playful undertone, but you can tell that he means every word.

You huff a laugh, rolling your eyes, "Decades - really?"

"I'm serious," he chuckles softly, his cheeks pinkish, "How long has miss moonlight gone without sleep?"

It takes every fibre of your being not to roll your eyes again, you cross your arms, keeping your lips sealed - he mirrors your actions and crosses his arms too and you give in... you roll my eyes and visibly deflate in defeat, "Not since that night - in the woods," you mumble, "I've sorta been - stopping myself - from sleeping."

He tilts his head, confused, "Why?"

You shrug, "Nightmares," you can’t help but visibly shiver at the thought of the most recent one you had.

He blinks at you, "Y'know, I'm all for embracing fantasy - but Freddy Krueger isn't real-."

"Shhhh!"

His eyes widen, his mouth agape, "Oh - maybe he is-."

"Shut up!" You whisper shout, glaring at him, "I'm serious, Eddie," you place your hand over your heart, frowning as you feel everything inside you just sink, making you feel light-headed. He clearly thinks I'm a joke, that I am impossible to take seriously because I can't explain the depth of my situation. "You - wouldn't - understand a-nyway," your knees buckle as the severity and heaviness of what you’d been holding in became too much... Eddie quickly steps forward and catches you by your elbows.

"Woah," he keeps a hold of you for a few moments and everything in your body feels numb... apart from your elbows, where his hands are - you quickly shake your head and move your arms away from his grasp, "Er - m-aybe you should - s-it down somewhere," he mumbles unsurely.

You speedily turn away from him, embarrassed and you fall onto your bed into a sitting position, your legs crossed, "My sleep schedule is none of your business."

He can’t even look at you sitting on the bed, he grows shy and looks like he wants to vanish into thin air, "I-I know - I just-."

"Why do you care?"

You’d annoyed him, his face turns into what looks like frustration, he places a hand over his eyes and sighs, "I've just been thinking about you a lot, m'kay - I know it's not my business and you don't like me even a little bit but - I make it my business to look out for others," he rambles, shaking his head.

"So I'm now a pity case, huh?" You huff, "I don't know why I opened up to you, Munson - I really don't, but just because I did, it doesn't mean we're now gonna be best buds and skip towards the sunset, singing - 'Rainbow in the Dark' together," you spit the words out so fast that once you’re silent again and the mental image of you and Eddie with linked arms, singing Dio on field of beautiful flowers, invades your brain... you look up at Eddie, who is biting his lips together in attempt to stop himself from laughing, "It's not funny," you lean forward and playfully slap his arm, giggling.

"Hey," he whispers, little giggles leaving his lips, "it is a little bit funny," he brings his hand up, gesturing 'little' with his ring clad fingers. “Besides, I think - ‘Lonely Is The Word’ - Black Sabbath - suits us better, don’t you?”

Why isn’t he running for the hills after being pushed away by me so much?

You stare up at him in wonder, his cheeks are puffed up while he grins cheekily.

Is he flirting with me or is he as lonely as I am? I’m gonna go with the latter.

When the silence becomes too loud for him he looks over his shoulder at your open window before pointing with his thumb over his shoulder while looking down at you, "I’d - better um - go then?"

"No!" You blurt suddenly before quickly bringing your hand to your mouth and look at your door, frightened, "S-sit," you point at the end of your bed and manoeuvre yourself so that your back is pressed against your headboard.

Eddie looks startled and sheepish, his usually fidgety self is as stiff as a plank of wood... he exhales, trying to calm himself down and he steps forward before hissing in shock as he almost trips over your basketball in the middle of the room, "Jesus Chr- I'm - okay," he sighs before carefully sitting at the end of your bed, his hands in his lap.

You bring your legs closer to your upper half and rest your chin on your knees, "Maybe that was karma - for making fun of it - calling it the 'balls in laundry baskets' game," I giggle softly, mimicking his voice and trying to ignore the fact that your heart is beating so fast... this is wrong - Becky would've snitched on me, mom probably would hit me again... this feels very rebellious… I kinda like it.

Eddie's mouth is practically zipped shut, he side-eyes you at every single minuscule movement you make and fully turns his head when he sees that you’re reaching for your duvet and pulling it over you.

"Could you - I - I don't know - stay until I fall asleep?" You whisper softly, guilt flowing through you for even asking. I need to shut up. You hide your face behind your duvet and peek past it to see that Eddie's eyes are big, he looks hesitant. I should've stopped myself from asking when I had the chance.

He exhales shakily, "S-sure."

You’d never seen him so shy, usually he was jumping on tables or confronting bullies - he played metal guitar in front of the whole of middle school, parents, teachers and students at the talent show without a care in the world... "You - don't have to s-tay, Eddie."

"No - no, I'll - stay," he stutters, nodding his head eagerly and blushing.

"Okay," you mumble, watching him... you feel warm, a sense of comfort in your bedroom that you hadn't felt in a long time because finally, you aren’t alone... though out of everybody you knew, you certainly weren’t expecting Eddie Munson to be here right now to comfort you.

The shape of his silhouette stays visible as your eyelids flicker and slowly open and close. Though you are quickly and very easily falling asleep, you notice Eddie take a look at your room and take a particular interest in the pinboard you have hung up on your wall above your headboard - where you’d pinned your 'Ozzy the Tiger' notes from Billy.

Eddie sort of... smiles triumphantly at them, but you are too woozy to address it and your eyes feel heavy, you are falling asleep - peacefully… finally.

"Night-night, miss moonlight."

You are running now, your heart is pounding against your chest and your muscles ache.

Brimborn Steel Works is in the distance and you come to a halt when you look over your shoulder and see that nothing is behind you... you aren’t being chased by the Mind Flayer - you breathe heavily and bend over slightly to rest and to hold onto your thighs.

You visibly relax as each second goes by - you’d outran it after a month of trying unsuccessfully, you laugh breathlessly, thinking it’s all over.

You are so wrong. You couldn’t have been more wrong... all of the organs in your body feel as though they are sinking as a shadow comes your way and towers over you.

Your first port of call is Eddie - immediately you think of him because you feel so comforted by him suddenly. You run in the direction of the trailer park... your face scrunched up in pain, your knees buckling every so often.

Sobs leave your lips as the realisation that you can’t outrun this monster sets in... it just keeps hovering over you, moving with you.

You try not to scream when it sends it's tentacles for you, attaching themselves to you as you continue to try and run, but it is getting harder and you are getting slower. Your limbs are being pulled upwards and you look down, realising you’re in mid-air, levitating from the ground.

'Did you think you could avoid me, little miss thief.' The demonic voice, "You're mine," it says as you’re being pulled up, about to become Mind Flayer bait, but you feel yourself being shaken before you can merge with it - then suddenly you’re falling a fifteen foot drop to the ground.

You scream at the top of your lungs, kicking your legs violently, trying to get away from... Eddie?! Who is holding onto your wrists and hovering over you slightly with a terrified look on his face, "Holy shit - Tink!"

Your eyes are wide, your chest heaving as you begin to sob loudly... I can't get away, I'm losing my mind, I don't know what's real and what's not. Eddie's grasp on your wrist gets less tight, his hand is shaking and his lips are trembling, "It's okay, I promise - it's just a bad drea-," his thumb traces over the roughness of the scar on your wrist and he looks at it closely, a frown on his lips as he squints his eyes.

You hear your mother shout for you, then the thudding of her footsteps coming up the stairs getting louder and louder.

You physically cower, wishing that you had a shell to crawl into - the sound of your mother’s voice making you sob louder and tremble and you snatch your arm away from Eddie's grasp, who is looking at you completely dumbfounded, blinking profusely, not knowing what to do.

Your door rattles violently as your mom twists the handle and tries to open it, "Let me in!" Her voice sounds just like the monster that haunts you every night.

"G-go - away!" You sob, desperately trying to push Eddie off of your bed, "Leave me alone, please!"

Who am I even talking to? Mom? Eddie? The Mind Flayer?

Eddie jumps away as the door rattles more violently this time, he'd tried to stop you from pushing him away... he stood still in the middle of your room, he stares at the door with big eyes as your mom hits the door, "Don't you dare talk to me like that you good for nothing excuse of a daughter!" Eddie's face fell more as he drags his eyes away from the door to look at you, realisation spreading across his features and sadness in his big eyes.

You quickly pick up one of your pillows and throw it at him as you scream, "Go - go - goooo!" You continue to sob while you pick up your pillows and throw them in a state of emotional frenzy until he's gone... you quickly realise that the aim of my outburst had been at your mom, not Eddie, when there's nothing but emptiness, loneliness and continuous sounds of your bedroom door being jolted and sobs leaving your lips.

The door suddenly clicks at a particularly harsh jolt at your door from your mom, who bursts into the room and strides towards you with a horrific look on her face, moving as fast as the Mind Flayer’s tentacles… you brace yourself, hiding your red and swollen face between your knees and wrapping your arms tightly around your legs.

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆!!!!! 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲’ 𝐨𝐫 ’𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧’ 𝐭𝐚𝐠-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰!

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ☠︎︎ Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

𝑆𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛！

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma, which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑳𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror topics, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), nightmares, mention of and consumption of alcohol, death, swearing, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, mention of and near death experience, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you must be 18+ to read this story❗️

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ↯

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ⎈ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ⎈ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ⎈ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⎈ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱 ⎈ 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ⎈ 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⎈ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰

𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒！

𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 <3

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 ‘𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲’ 𝐭𝐚𝐠-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! ❤️‍🔥

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑳𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 🦇 2.9K words

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧 🦇 horror themes, nightmares, bad language and domestic (verbal and allusion to physical) abuse.

⇜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⎈ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

🦇 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

You pick your head up, purposefully avoiding eye contact with your vanity desk - a place you hadn't sat at to do your make-up or hair for a whole month.

Knock!

Your head swiftly turns towards the source of the noise and boom, your heart jolts and your body jumps at the sight of a shadowy figure at your window, an eye peeking through your curtains.

Eddie?! A completely soaked Eddie is at my window.

You drop the catapult to the floor and cross your arms, "Why are you here?!" You keep glancing behind you, conscious of your mom potentially hearing the commotion.

He looks at you with a deadpan look and his bottom lip pouted, "My bandana."

"Are you serious?!" You huff.

Your mouth is hung open as he speaks, but you keep your arms crossed to stay stern, "How do you even know that this is my window?"

"I didn't," he shrugs before a sudden cheeky and toothy grin forms on his lips as he stares up at you, "S'pose it was a lucky guess huh?"

"You can't be here, Eddie," you whisper with a serious and worried tone, looking over your shoulder again.

"Sorry!" He repeats in another whisper, lifting himself from the floor and standing up straight, making squelchy noises because of his damp clothes and shoes.

You are both silent - nervous.

Silence.

"'S probably a stupid question but I'm gonna ask anyway," His eyes flicker between your eyes, gently taking the bandana from you, your fingers brushing "Are you feeling better - after our talk?"

You sigh softly and look down, rubbing your eyes more.

You huff a laugh, rolling your eyes, "Decades - really?"

"I'm serious," he chuckles softly, his cheeks pinkish, "How long has miss moonlight gone without sleep?"

He tilts his head, confused, "Why?"

You shrug, "Nightmares," you can’t help but visibly shiver at the thought of the most recent one you had.

He blinks at you, "Y'know, I'm all for embracing fantasy - but Freddy Krueger isn't real-."

"Shhhh!"

His eyes widen, his mouth agape, "Oh - maybe he is-."

You speedily turn away from him, embarrassed and you fall onto your bed into a sitting position, your legs crossed, "My sleep schedule is none of your business."

He can’t even look at you sitting on the bed, he grows shy and looks like he wants to vanish into thin air, "I-I know - I just-."

"Why do you care?"

Why isn’t he running for the hills after being pushed away by me so much?

You stare up at him in wonder, his cheeks are puffed up while he grins cheekily.

Is he flirting with me or is he as lonely as I am? I’m gonna go with the latter.

When the silence becomes too loud for him he looks over his shoulder at your open window before pointing with his thumb over his shoulder while looking down at you, "I’d - better um - go then?"

He exhales shakily, "S-sure."

"No - no, I'll - stay," he stutters, nodding his head eagerly and blushing.

Eddie sort of... smiles triumphantly at them, but you are too woozy to address it and your eyes feel heavy, you are falling asleep - peacefully… finally.

"Night-night, miss moonlight."

You are running now, your heart is pounding against your chest and your muscles ache.

You visibly relax as each second goes by - you’d outran it after a month of trying unsuccessfully, you laugh breathlessly, thinking it’s all over.

You are so wrong. You couldn’t have been more wrong... all of the organs in your body feel as though they are sinking as a shadow comes your way and towers over you.

Sobs leave your lips as the realisation that you can’t outrun this monster sets in... it just keeps hovering over you, moving with you.

You hear your mother shout for you, then the thudding of her footsteps coming up the stairs getting louder and louder.

Your door rattles violently as your mom twists the handle and tries to open it, "Let me in!" Her voice sounds just like the monster that haunts you every night.

"G-go - away!" You sob, desperately trying to push Eddie off of your bed, "Leave me alone, please!"

Who am I even talking to? Mom? Eddie? The Mind Flayer?

⇝ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ↯

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒐 𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚

@sadbitchfangirl @ali-r3n @hostedparties-and-starvedmybody @kores-mun-son-n-more

𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏

@introvertedmouse @munsonology @fastnights @kathieycarrerarosshley @marjoriea13 @goldengunspinkrosses-blog @lolalanaie @neteyamsluvts @emma77645 @seatbacksandtraytables

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I am cryingggg - your writing is so phenomenal 🥹🥹

‘A Heart To Heart.’ | s. harrington x henderson!reader

w; emotional rollercoaster, starcourt battle, choking, mentions of death, injuries, blood, hoppers letter in italics because i just had too, a bunch of crying - i am very sorry it was needed, fear of growing up!!! wooo!!!

songs; i know the end - phoebe bridgers, vienna - billy joel

an; this has been in my head for a while, i apologize in advance and hugging you while you read. thank you @taintandviolent for beta reading!! i appreciate you so so much <3 also, this is left open for a part two - if anyone would enjoy that 😼

— Feelings. Jesus. The truth is, for so long I'd forgotten what those even were. I've been stuck in one place. In a cave, you might say. A deep, dark cave.

The tightening around your throat makes you cough, your feet bruised from the mandatory heels for work, nails clawing at Billy’s arm that had black veins twisting an evil web inside. Your teary eyes cut over as you watch El try her best to stand on her wobbly feet.

You can hear Dustin screaming from the upper level - and maybe Steve, you weren’t exactly sure when every noise sounded like it was muffled.

Your ears begin to ring, eyes rolling to the back of your head and blurring your vision, hands slipping from Billy’s arms. There’s a sharp pain that makes your head throb and your back ache, a gasp ripping through your throat as you cough, your own hand covering your neck.

Your other hand feels around and you can tell you were on the floor now. You flip around onto your hands and knees, fingers clawing against the linoleum. You turn, eyes widening when you see Billy’s hands and knees pinning El down.

“El!” Your voice is raspy, cheeks wet with tears. She doesn’t turn her head, neither does Billy. Her hand lifts, placing it gently onto his cheek. Your chest shudders as you cough again, then something happens - Billy standing, Max’s screaming, and your knees burning as you scoot across the floor and pull El away, eyes squeezing shut as you wrap your arms around her.

There’s a dull thud that you hear and when you open your eyes, you wished you hadn’t - Billy Hargrove was on the ground, black liquid slipping from his mouth, staining his chin and sweaty white tank top.

Max was by him, hand on his shoulder as she cried over him. Your eyes drift up as you connect with Dustin’s, glad he was still at the upper level. They drift over to Steve who stares at you, chest heaving and busted lip parting.

You blink and turn away, grabbing Max’s arm when she falls onto her bottom, the back of her hand pressing in between her forehead as her shoulders shake from her sobs. You pull her close, a hand holding the side of her head, eyes staring at the teen.

That easily could’ve been anyone of you.

And even if Billy wasn’t the best person, he didn’t deserve to die like that. No one deserves to die while they stare at the face of something monstrous or inhumane.

— For the first time in a long time, I started to feel things again. I started to feel happy. But lately, I guess I've been feeling distant from you. Like you're pulling away from me or something.

The back of your ankles were blistered and bleeding through your stockings from the heels you had been running around in all night, feet sore and swollen and red.

Your eyes finally adjust from all the lights that had been flashing from the ambulances and cop cars. The rain feels nice on your skin even though it is sticky when it dries - it feels better than being beaten and thrown against the wall.

Your eyes linger on your friends hugging loved ones, you notice the ones who don't show.

Robin and Max sit together on the back of the ambulance, eyes staring at the wet ground.

Dustin sits with you, head on your shoulder, eyes shut. He called your mom - she would be here any second you know. You pat his arm softly, standing and tightening the blanket around your shoulders as you make your way towards Steve.

You stop in front of him. “Hey, Rambo.” Your eyes stare at his cleaned wounds and puffy eyes.

The corner of his lips twitch ever so slightly upwards. “Hey.” You can see his eyes drop down to your neck that had bruised into fingerprints.

You shift your shoulders a bit, feeling the blanket slip up and hide your neck. “You… you okay?” You turn and sit next to him.

He picks at his finger, before shrugging. “I will be,” He nods, hair flopping against his forehead. He then glances at you. “You?”

You give him a small smile. “I will be.” He lets out a small huff, shaking his head.

— But I know you're getting older, growing, changing. And, I guess, if I'm being really honest, that's what scares me. I don't want things to change.

Your chest felt like it was breaking as you folded your clothes, fitting what you can into a suitcase for college.

Joyce had agreed - really insisted on the fact - to let you ride with them on the way to California, even going as far as letting you stay since you didn’t want to stay in the dorms with a random person that you barely knew.

You could also help around the house when it was needed.

There’s a knock on your door, startling you a bit. You’ve been more jumpy, but that’s common after the events that have happened. You walk over, opening it.

“Hey, Dustin. Come to help?” You smirk. He nods a bit, but doesn’t give a smile back. He walks inside past you, going to your closet. You frown and clear your throat, tucking some hair behind your ear.

You make your way back and continue to fold some pajamas that you had thrown onto the bed. Robin had gone through them early this morning, stealing some of them and any shoes you told her she could have.

You glance over at Dustin after a while. He’s been more quiet than usual lately - no petty comments or arguments, agreeing to whatever dinner you had said or movie. Rarely leaving the house when you were there.

“Dusty?” You test the waters with his nickname. He only hums, glancing towards you. You tilt your head, worry lines in your forehead. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He nods. He says the word like there’s actually nothing bothering him - like he hasn’t been mute for a while.

But he’s your brother. And you know him better than anyone.

“Dustin,” You place the top that you had folded into the suitcase, turning to face his back now. “I know you better than you’d like to admit. There’s something bothering you. You can talk to me, you know?”

“Fine,” He snaps, turning around. “I-I thought I’d be excited when you finally got out of here - you know. Like younger siblings always feel when… when their older sibling is leaving, but i’m not,” You frown when you hear the crack in his voice.

“I hate that you are leaving. I hate that things are changing. I hate that… I hate that you won’t be here for whatever I need. I hate that everything is… is changing and it’s going so fast. I-” He stops, shoulders shaking when a sob breaks free from his chest - it’s one of those cries that hurt when it leaves your throat and it hurts your heart when you hear it and see his face crumbling.

“Dustin, hey,” You are quick to step forward, pulling him close and giving him a tight hug. He hasn’t cried like this since he broke his wrist - but this was a different cry from that as well. Your hand holds the back of his head. “Hey… It’s okay. I’m not going to be gone forever.”

“You might be.”

You smile and shake your head. “I don’t think I could stay away from here even if I wanted to,” Hawkins never really felt like a home to you. You always felt like there might be something better for you out of Indiana. But, then again, when you are with the right people, Hawkins feels like home a little bit.

Maybe it was just the people you were around.

“Mom and you are here. The others are here,” You pull away and wipe away the tears that stained his flushed cheeks. “I wouldn’t be able to just not come back, Dusty.”

“Even if you found somewhere better?”

You hum, faux contemplating as your eyes stare up at the ceiling. “That’s a good question,” You say. You hear a small chuckle and you smile, looking at him. “Even if I found somewhere better.” You nod.

He nods, releasing a shuddering breath. “You… you won’t forget about us here?”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I won’t,” You pull him closer into another tight hug, eyes shutting when you feel the burn. “I love you, Dusty.”

He nods, curls tickling your cheek. You feel his grip tighten.

“I love you.”

— So I think maybe that's why I came in here, to try and stop that change. To turn back the clock. To make things go back to how they were. But I know that's naive. It’s just not how life works.

You flinch when you hear pebbles hit against your window, head turning and glancing as another hits against it. You stand from your bed, making your way over and lifting it once you realize who it was.

“Hi, you okay?” You whisper, helping Steve inside.

“I, uh,” He clears his throat. “I can’t sleep.”

You frown but nod a bit. “I can’t either… Do you… do you wanna stay?” You tilt your head. “You know, like old times.” You give him a small smile.

“Oh, uh,” He peeks down at his pajamas. He had forgotten he had even worn them - left his house in a frenzy to come check on you. Check to see if you were still here and hadn’t left without saying goodbye. “Uh, sure.”

Might as well. Since you're leaving tomorrow. Leaving him.

You smile and nod, walking towards your bed and slipping back under the covers. You hold them open for Steve. He makes his way over, slipping off his slippers and slipping into the bed beside you.

You roll over onto your side to face him, hand resting under your head as you stare at him.

“Are you nervous?” He asks.

You hum softly, nodding a tad. “Yeah. A bit. But it shouldn’t be no different than high school, right?”

His eyes glance towards your pinky that sticks out. “I wouldn’t know.” College was a sore subject for Steve to even think about, much less discuss. The constant fear of letting his father down was growing tremendously - especially after he had told him about the five rejection letters and how he was about to get a job at the new video store.

“Steve,” Your voice is soft but stern, brows lifted when he finally looks your way. Your face contorts into a softer expression. “You find the right college one day. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“Kind of hard when you’ve got two harping parents that drones on and on,” His hand moves and fidgets with the loose string on your pillowcase. Your eyes follow his fingers. “I’m scared to let everyone down.”

“You haven’t so far.”

He lets out a scoff, humming a bit. “Sure.” Your hand lands on his forearm, thumb swiping back and forth against the tanned skin.

“You haven’t ever let me down.”

His eyes jump back up towards yours, mossy greens staring into yours. You smile softly and watch as his pupils dilate slightly.

“Not ever,” Your hand moves from his arm and rests on his cheek. “You’re gonna be something big someday, Steve Harrington.”

He smiles a bit. “You think?”

“I know it.”

— It's moving, always moving, whether you like it or not. And yeah, sometimes it's painful. Sometimes it's sad. And sometimes, it's surprising. Happy.

You play with the pink post-it note that Steve had left for you after he had woken up and left;

‘Call me when you come back to town. I’ll miss you.

-Steve.’

You smile as your eyes read over Steve’s chicken scrawl, the phone rings in your left ear.

“Hello?” A man’s voice asks on the other end. You stand up straighter, clearing your throat. You’re surprised to hear who answered the phone. The man rarely left his chair or office when he was home.

“Hi, Mr. Harrington. I was just wondering if Steve was there?”

“No, he left this morning. He told me he had a job interview at that new dingy, little video store.” You could hear the disgust rolling off in his voice.

You frown but nod to yourself. “Oh, uh, okay. Thank you. Just tell him that I wished I could've told him bye and that I’ll call him later on.” You doubt the older Harrington will relay the message to Steve, but still, you wanted to just in case he might.

“Of course, dear. Good luck at college.”

“Thanks. Have a nice day, Mr. Harrington.” You hang up before he could say anything else, sighing when you turn and see Dustin.

He gives you a small smile. “Can we… ride our bikes like old times?”

You smile and nod, stepping towards him and ruffling his hair as you both make your way out of the back door and into the garage, grabbing your bike from the wall it leans on.

— So you know what? Keep on growing up kid. Don't let me stop you. Make mistakes, learn from 'em.

To say that there were a bunch of tears would be an understatement.

There's more than just tears. It’s gasping breathes, hyperventilating, and sobs that feel the Byers’ front yard.

Your heart feels as if it was being pulled from your chest and stepped on while you die slowly on the ground, watching it being stomped on.

Nancy hugs you tightly, your eyes shutting as more tears slip from your eyes that you didn’t know were still there. “Could you promise me something?” You whisper.

She nods, pulling away and wipes at the mascara that stains under her eyes. “Yeah.”

“Watch out for Dustin, please. He’s… he has a hard time adjusting to change and he’s tried to act like it doesn’t bother him to others, but it does.”

She smiles and nods, wiping your own tears from your cheeks and pulls you into a tight hug. “Watch out for Jonathan too.” She says, letting out a breathy laugh.

You laugh softly, nodding, chin quivering as you pull away and exchange a hug with Lucas and Max, squeezing them both extra before pulling away.

“If you need anyone to talk to, call me always.” You look between the both of them. They nod simultaneously before pulling you back into another hug.

You let out a quiet sob, hugging them again, before pulling away and looking over at Dustin. His lip quivers when his eyes meet yours. He’s rushing into your arms, tightening the grip when he feels your own tighten.

“You call me if you need anything or anyone. I mean it.” You whisper.

He nods, too afraid to speak. His hands grip your shirt in between his palms.

He ends up speaking anyway. “I don’t want you to go.”

You nod. “I don’t want to either,” You pull away and wipe away his tears. “But… I’ll be back to visit before you know it, okay?”

His breath shudders when he breathes and he nods. You give him a shaky smile, rubbing at his shoulders. “You’ll be okay… I promise.”

He nods again, though he doubts he will. He gives you a weak smile before pulling away, wiping at his tears. You sniff as El grabs your hand, pulling you with her, nose red, cheeks flushed, and wet cheeks.

You smile at her.

“Ready?” She asks softly.

You don’t think you are, looking back at everyone who watches Jonathan and Will climb into Jonathan’s car. Joyce shuts the door to the driver's side, starting up the moving truck.

Despite that, you nod. “Ready.”

She pulls you along with her, your head turning and glancing at everyone. It makes a fresh set of unshed tears line your eyes again. You quickly look away and slip into the passenger side when El scoots into the middle.

Your eyes stay trained on the mirror, watching your group of friends watch and wave, their bodies growing smaller in the distance.

It’s hard leaving them - Dustin and the kids, you babysat them, even played their silly little games when Dustin would beg and beg you. He even would pay you at times with a quarter because that’s all he had.

Nancy - her determination and her advice for when things would get hard.

Steve. The person who you didn’t say goodbye to just yet. The boy you’d grown up with, sharing ice cream cones and secrets. Sharing scraped knees and bruises.

But you held a love for him so deep that wasn’t shared.

— And when life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you're out of that cave.

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