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Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson || Chapter 8

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: she's under vecna's curse, and the gang tries to save her.

Warnings: vecna's curse, trauma, survivor's guilt, blame, angst. steve and eddie being lovely despite the pain. and obviously, bad, bad writing.

WC: 5531

A/N: hello, lovelies!!! thank you so much for the love and support! this chapter has been very difficult to write, since it was my first experience with horror/action writing. I really hope you won't hate it as much as I do. I'm leaving for Puglia in two days, so I'm not sure how much I'll be able to write. hopefully I'll still be able to publish either a chapter or maybe some one shots! thank you for the support, nonetheless!

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“Don’t be stupid, okay?” She nodded at Steve. And as she stood there, watching her best friends walk away, a strange feeling settled at the bottom of her stomach. She kept her eyes in front of her, trying to shake the feeling away, but she couldn’t move. Fear had once again taken over her, paralysing her. And then, suddenly, the air around her changed. Everything became cold, so cold she began shivering. Maybe she could ask Eddie to lend her his jacket, she thought, but before she could turn around, she heard someone call her name. The voice was familiar, yet not at all. It felt distant and close at the same time, as if it came from every direction. The voice was also deep, and freakishly gruesome, so much that it filled her with horror. A clock chimed in the distance. The voice called for her again, becoming louder, deeper, so much that she could feel it in her bones.

“Y/N.” The voice came from right behind her this time. It’s not real. It’s just my mind playing tricks on me. She kept her eyes fixed on the ground in front of her, her lower lip trembling. “Y/N, why won’t you look at me?” And as those words hit her ears, she felt a tight sensation in her stomach, as if someone had just wrapped their hands around it and squeezed as hard as they could. “Come on, little dove. It’s me.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “Dad?” She whispered, still unable to move. It can’t be my dad. My dad is… my dad is dead. A tear rolled down her cheek, leaving behind a wet trail.

“I know you don’t believe it’s me, but it is. I came back for you. I had to talk to you.” She could hear the voice smiling. And the voice, it sounded exactly like her dad. “Please, little dove, look at me.” Those words. Those two words. The words that her father had always used to call her, the words that always brought happiness to her, now felt like a punch to her heart.

“I’m sorry, dad, but I can’t.” She whispered through the tears.

“Y/N,” The voice changed once again: it became inhuman, atrocious. “I said” She felt a hand lay on her shoulder. “Turn around.”

Y/N slowly looked down to her shoulder, but what she saw wasn’t a human hand. Unnaturally long fingers were slowly closing around her arm. She felt as if her legs were going to give in, as tears kept on falling uncontrollably down her cheeks. But all of a sudden, she felt another voice, something that came from within. This voice was kind. This voice told her one simple thing. Run. And without thinking, without even looking back, she sprinted towards the woods. And she ran. She ran faster than she had ever done, she ran until her legs burned, she ran until she couldn’t run anymore. And when she felt like her legs were about to give out, she hid. She took a quick glance behind, before stopping in front of a big, hollow tree. She curled up, pulling her legs as close to her chest as possible, closing her eyes tightly and trying to hold her breath. Maybe I lost him, she thought, trying to make as little sound as possible. She wanted to scream, to call for Eddie, Dustin, Steve, Robin. She wanted to cry her friends’ names, she wanted them there. But when she opened her eyes, none of them was standing beside her. Everything was quiet. Uncannily quiet. The only sound she could hear was her heart beating in her ears. But as loud as that was, it didn’t cover the sound of someone, or something, approaching. Her fists were so tight that she could feel her palms begin to burn. I don’t want to die.

“Y/N, please, stop running.” The voice was back, and she could feel it resonating in her bones. She could feel the voice trickle down her back like a drop of freezing water. “Let’s talk.” The long fingers appeared, gripping tightly onto the side of the opening in which she had crawled into. “I know you still think about me every day, little dove.” A head came into view, and when she looked at the face, she saw her dad, or someone that looked exactly like him. He slowly walked in front of the opening in the tree, and crouched down to look at her in the eyes. She looked at him and she saw the spark in his eyes, the one that she had loved so dearly, the spark that he’d had whenever he’d spend the day with his children, the spark he had the morning of the day he died. “I know the accident haunts you. I know you blame yourself.” She knew it wasn’t him, and yet a small part of her wanted to crash into him and hug him. She missed her father so much. She missed his smiles, and his kind and encouraging words. She missed his hugs and his singing voice. She missed the warmth that perspired though his voice whenever he was with her and her brother, with his kids. She missed everything. “And you know what? You’re right. You should blame yourself.” In that moment, she realised it wasn’t him, it had never been him. She slowly looked away, and that was when she noticed his grotesque hands. As she kept looking, she noticed that his appearance was slowly changing, and was resembling more and more the creature she had seen in her vision a couple of days prior. Her heart dropped to her stomach. She tried to push herself back, to run away, but her back was stuck against the inner wall of the hollow tree.

She had nowhere to run.

“I told you not to let her out of your sight!” Steve came running as fast as he could, wishing he hadn’t completely given up sports after he had left high school. Y/N was just standing there, completely still, if it wasn’t for her eyes shuttering like the wings of a butterfly. But the sight was far from beautiful. Her eyes, her big, beautiful eyes, eyes that always offered him warmth and love and understanding, were white and empty.

“I was right here!” Munson was now screaming at him. “I was standing right next to her. She was fine. She was...”

Steve put his hands on either side of Y/N’s body, shaking her, as if that could be the key, as if that could bring her back.

“I swear, I kept my eyes on her all the time! I-” Steve glanced to the side. He wanted to shut Munson up, he wanted him to stay quiet. But when he looked at him, he couldn’t help but notice a tear running down his cheek. He had his hands in his hair, and he was pacing back and forth. “She was fine a moment ago.”

“Eddie, it’s not your fault.” Robin approached the raven-haired man, kindly placing a hand on his arm, trying to help him calm down.

Was he crying? Eddie Munson? Eddie “the Freak” Munson? The guy he had seen having fun while vivisecting a frog? The guy that spent most of his time playing a stupid game of make-belief and smoking? That Eddie Munson? Crying? For her? For his best friend? He had no right. He had had one job, he was supposed to stay with her and make sure nothing happened to her, but he didn’t. He failed. And now she was standing there, in a trance. And he was crying.

Steve scoffed, returning immediately all his attention to her. “Please, Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

And seeing her, there, like that, that’s when it hit him. That’s when he realised how important she was to him. Ever since they became friends, ever since the events of Star Court happened, he knew Robin and her were his best friend. They would spend most of their days together, just the three of them. He would pick them up every morning and drive them to school just to be able to spend time with them, to make sure they were okay and they had a good night of sleep. He would wait for them after school to either drive them home or to take them to Family Video. And even there they had fun. Y/N didn’t work there, but nonetheless, if it was busy, she would help them by winding back the tapes, or by mindlessly walking among the different costumers and giving them suggestions, tell them which film she thought they should watch based on the last one they’d seen. And Steve couldn’t help but smile whenever he caught a glimpse of her and Robin laughing at something a kid had just said. Steve loved being invited over to the Hendersons’. Mrs Henderson cooked a mean grilled cheese and she made the best pasta. He loved spending time with her family, it made him feel welcome and loved. It made him feel like he could be part of a family. But he also loved spending time just the two of them, lying on the floor of her bedroom, distractedly listening to Duran Duran while talking about their future, about going away, leaving Hawkins and moving to Chicago, where she could go to university and study, while he and Robin would work in some shop or restaurant, waiting tables and getting bored while she was in class, waiting for her to come home and just spend time together. She had such big dreams. And he was proud of her for that. Steve loved Y/N. He loved her with all of his heart, but not in a romantic way. He loved her like someone loves their best friend, or a sister. She had never looked at him as an object of desire, and she had made it clear that, as much as she thought he was handsome, she wasn’t interested in him in a sexual way. He could distinctively remember the day she told him, and how shocked he was. The news had shocked him to his core, but he wasn’t disappointed. He felt seen, appreciated. She was there, with him, she spent time with him just for the sake of it. She spent time with him because she liked his company. She wasn’t interested in getting something back other than mutual respect and love. Steve cared for her, and he wanted to protect her. He wanted to keep her safe. And yet, now, she was there, under Vecna’s curse.

He had left her alone when she needed him the most.

All of a sudden, a wave of sadness and self-anger washed over him. He froze. His eyes were still on her, he couldn’t look away. The last week came back to him like a cold shower, all the times he had yelled at her, all the mean things he had said. Everything came back to him, and he wanted to scream. He had treated her so poorly. And now she was fighting for her life against a creature from a parallel reality. He couldn’t remember when the last time was, he told her that he loved her, that she was special. He wanted to punch something. He wanted to scream. But he couldn’t leave her side.

“Please, Y/N.” He whispered. “Don’t leave us. I need you.”

Y/N was running again. She was running for her life, as tear streamed down her face. What previously seemed to be her father, now looked nothing like him. A tall creature was constantly behind her, a creature that looked like it had just walked out of a fire, with skin completely burned off. It was tall, slender, with terrifying long limbs.

Y/N was running, but wherever she went, she couldn’t seem to leave him behind. Whenever she changed direction, whenever she turned behind a tree, it was there, waiting for her. She had nowhere to run or hid.

“Stop making this harder than it is.” The creature’s voice filled her ears and resonated in her bones, making her come to a halt. “I don’t understand why you’re so set on staying alive. With everything that you’ve done.” The creature was now standing right in front of her, taking slow steps, one after the other, coming with each of them closer to her.

“Think of a happy thought.” She took a step back, while her heart beat so fast and so loud, she could feel it in her throat. “Think of Dustin. Think of the day you first took him for a ride. Think of that day. Think of the smile on his face when you showed him around town as if he hadn’t grown up in that place. Think of your birthday the previous year, when he and his group gave you that wonderful poster of Lord of the Rings and the card that Will had handmade for you with each of you drawn as a different character from Tolkien’s stories. Think of Robin and Steve and that weekend you drove all the way to Chicago with the excuse of going to see the university and take information, which you did, but then ended up spending most of the time running aimlessly around the city, just breathing in the freedom, the non-Hawkins air. Think of Eddie. Think of the way he held you when you woke up crying from your nightmare, think of his kind eyes. Think of your friends, your found family.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand, while holding the other one tightly closed in a fist.

But the images in her head were wiped away by a villainous laugh which echoed through the woods, but at the same time stuck to her skin like molasses. “Do you really think those memories can keep me out of your head, Y/N? Do you think I’m so weak?”

She didn’t answer. She just kept taking careful steps back as he advanced in her direction.

“Take for example the memory with your brother. Such a cute, adorable memory. And yet, do you remember how anxious you were at the idea of going in a car with him? You thought it was going to happen all over again, right? What happened with your father…”

And then, all of a sudden, she could no longer retreat. Now her back was once again pressed against a tree. She quickly glanced around, trying to study the area. She could run again; she could try and find some other place to hide. Maybe she could even find a way out. But before she could even move, something that looked like a vine but felt like a wet tentacle slithered between her feet, and then wrapped around her legs, making it impossible for her to move.

“Stay with me, Y/N. I want to talk.” The creature’s heinous voice filled every inch of her body, making her tremble with terror. “I can see you think highly of him. Of your brother, I mean. You really care about what he thinks of you, right?”

Another tentacle was making its way around her middle, securing her to the trunk, her arms stuck on either side of her body. But she didn’t let it win so easily, wriggling around, trying to free herself from its hold.

“I hope you know he doesn’t always tell you the truth. For example, he hates you for stealing his friends from him.”

For the first time after so long, she spoke. “That’s not true. He’s the one who introduced me to them.”

“He thought he was being kind and doing his brotherly act of kindness, you know. Your mother couldn’t stand seeing you at home all day, because you reminded her of you father, and she never really forgave you for what you did, for what you took from her. So, she asked him to introduce you to his older friends.”

“That’s– that’s not true.”

The creature was now standing only a few feet away, its cold, empty eyes fixed on her. “They all blame you, Y/N. For the accident. Your brother especially. It’s your fault if he grew up without a father who could teach him how to be a man. It’s your fault your mom stopped wanting to go out, to go on vacation, because you took away from her the only thing that really made her happy. It’s all your fault.”

Y/N’s heart dropped. She had always thought they all blamed her, that they all pitied her. But no matter how many times she had told herself saying it was her fault, hearing the words come from someone else, gave them a different weight. Now those words were heavy on chest, which struggled to rise and fall properly under the pressure of the tight grip the vine had on her stomach.

And so, she stopped fighting. She stopped resisting. Maybe she deserved it. Maybe she should die after all. It would make things easier for everyone.

“We have to play her favourite song!” Nancy’s words were clear, as she stood by Y/N’s side, trying to keep her eyes fixed on her. She hadn’t been there when it had happened to Max, and neither had Robin. The sight was terrifying, even more so when it was their friend, the person they had grown up with. “Robin, Steve, which is her favourite song?”

Robin was completely panicking. She was crouched down, her hands in her hair, as she tried to think. “I don’t know, I can’t remember a single song title!” Tears were filling up her eyes. “I’m blanking. I- I can’t think of anything.”

Then, someone moved. Someone started running. And when Steve turned to look in that direction, he noticed a mass of dark, long hair leaving the group. What the fuck? He thought to himself as he turned on his heels, running as well in the same direction. He ran as fast as he could, doing everything he could to catch up to him. And when he was only a few feet behind him, he almost threw himself at him, a hand grasping his jacket and pulling him back. “What the hell, Munson? You can’t just run away! We’re in a fucking emergency!” Steve fought the urgency to punch him. “I don’t know what you two are, but whatever it is, you cannot leave her.” He hadn’t notice how hard he was gripping onto the other man arm, until he yanked it, freeing himself.

“I know her favourite song, Harrington.” He sounded collected, and yet Steve could clearly see the fear in his eyes, and he was almost sure that the thudding sound he could faintly hear was his heartbeat.

“Then what the hell are you doing?”

Munson turned around and walked inside his own trailer. “I need my guitar; I don’t have it on tape.” He quickly made his way to his room, glancing inside his uncle’s bedroom, releasing a deep sigh of relief when he noticed it was empty. The last thing he wanted was to involve his uncle as well. He slammed the door open, grabbing the guitar, his beloved guitar off the wall, and the small, battery-powered amp he kept in the corner beside the chest of drawers, before running back out. When he came back into the sunlight, Harrington was waiting there for him. He showed him the guitar, as a way of proving he was telling the truth, that he wasn’t just going to bail on them. He put the instrument over his shoulder, nodding in the other man’s direction, a wordless signal that he was ready to go back.

When they finally made their way back to the rest of the group, everyone was too busy trying to talk to Y/N, to call for name, to notice the two men setting up the instrument right there in front of them. He connected the guitar to the amp, pushing a button on the small box. The static sound that followed, which quickly filled the air, caught everyone’s attention. And now the rest of the group was staring at him as he took the pick he had around his neck, immediately beginning to strum the first few notes of the song, just to make sure it was working.

“Turn it up.” Eddie’s voice was determined, confident, as he swiftly moved a few strands of hair out of his face. Steve, who up until two minutes ago wanted to kill Munson, blaming him for putting his best friend in danger, was now standing on his side. Now, for the first time, he was beginning to understand what she saw in him. Steve complied with the order, crouching down to better see which knob to turn. The static sound became loud, and that was the signal.

Eddie’s fingers easily found their way to the strings, immediately beginning to play the song he had spent entire nights studying, just for her. If anyone had told him that the song from a band he could barely stand was going to save the life of the woman of his dreams, he would have never believed them. And yet, right now, he was standing there, in the woods, with his guitar and his amp, playing in front of people he never thought would look at him as anything other than a freak. The melody of Everybody Wants To Rule The World filled the woods, bouncing off trees, and resonating in everyone’s bones. Eddie played as if his life depended on it, which, in his head, was the truth. He could never live with himself if he lost her. He couldn’t live with himself if she did and hadn’t been able to save her. So, he kept playing. He kept playing until he reached the end of the song, only to start over again. He played it even when her body slowly rose off the ground. He played so hard that his fingertips hurt, and he could already feel cuts forming, breaking his skin. But he kept on playing. He kept playing because he couldn’t allow her to suffer the same end as Chrissy had. He couldn’t allow her to die. He needed her. He needed her safe and alive.

Now Vecna had her. The tentacles were wrapped around her body, tightening whenever she twitched, keeping her pinned to the tree. However, when she looked around, she no longer could see the woods she had been running in, the woods where she had stopped with the others. A red hue now coloured the sky. The trees were now gone, and as her eyes looked around, she could clearly see different piece that seemed to have once been part of a house floating in the air. There were stairs that led to nothing, and pieces of walls that lost their sole function of separating rooms. A clock was flying in the air, slowly, and as she studied it, she was sure it was the same clock she had seen outside Reefer Rick’s house. It chimed, and its sound echoed in her ears; as a trigger response, her heart started beating faster. In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a door with a beautiful stained glass. A door she had seen before. It looked exactly like the one from the abandoned house in front of which she had stopped one too many times to write, sitting in the old playground which had fallen out of use. And it was there that she had spent her afternoons alone, trying to write the most difficult, most terrifying passages from her stories. She knew that place. But it looked nothing like it did in real life. Now, with the red background of the sky, it looked like a bomb had gone off in there, and she was now watching a slow-motion replay of what had happened.

The clock chimed one more time. And when she turned her head to look in front of her, the creature was standing right there, with its eyes fixed on her. If she looked close enough, she could almost see what once might have been a man. And yet, now, in front of her, there was no man. Because no man would do such things.

“Be very still, Y/N. It will be over soon.” The creature spoke, and its voice inhuman voice felt like dozens of spiders crawling down her skin. A single tear found its way down her cheek, leaving behind a wet trail that, when it came in contact with the cold yet humid air, she shivered. “You know it’s the right thing.” A tentacled raised from the ground, slithering up her body and around her neck. “They all blame you, and you know that. Do you really want to continue living knowing that your friends and your family pity you?”

Words just stuck in her throat, as the tentacle tightened around her neck, cutting her breath. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. But she was too scared to even breathe. She had been seeing Mrs Kelly for two years at that point. She had gone to her office every Friday since… since her accident. Once a week after she had gone back to school. They had talked for hours about her, about her family and her friends, about how nothing was her fault, about how her friends were with her because they loved her and cared for her. And yet, hearing someone else say out loud what she had feared for so long, gave the thoughts a different weight. Maybe it was right, maybe she had always been right.

She took a deep breath, struggling because of the tightness from the tentacle. She was ready. She was ready to give it all up. “There, good girl.” The creature’s penetrating, gravelly voice made her stomach writhe, and as a hand moved to her face, she closed her eyes, another bead of water rolled down her face.

But then, all of a sudden, a familiar melody started playing. At first it was distant, barely perceptible, so much so that she really thought she was imagining it; but then, slowly, the sound became louder. And as the chords progressed, her breathing accelerated. She looked over the creature’s shoulder, and immediately, she felt her heartbeat pound in her head, and a tingly sensation travel to her hands. Through what looked like a tear in the fabric of reality she could see herself in the real world, in the woods by the trailer park; she could see her body hanging in the air, and on the ground, there were her friends calling her name. Among them, she recognised a mass of dark, curly hair. And the more she looked at the scene, the more she concentrated on it, the louder the music became.

“Not again.” She could hear the creature speak; she could hear it protest. “You’re not going to be so luckily like your friend was.” But her eyes were fixed on the background.

As the chorus hit her ears, she felt a wave of confidence wash over her, a wave of awareness. They were there, all of them, by her side. They were calling for her, trying to save her. They didn’t just leave her; they didn’t give up hope. They cared for her.

She jerked her hands, fighting against the wet tentacles that kept her pinned to the tree, trying to get free. She kicked her feet and tugged her arms, until she felt the hold get looser. “Stop fighting. It will be less painful if you stay still.” The creature spoke in a gravelly voice, but Y/N couldn’t be bothered to listen and comply. She kept her eyes on the scene, as the tear in the background grew larger. Now she could clearly see Eddie playing her favourite song on the guitar; she could see her brother and her best friends standing at her feet, jumping and screaming her name; she could see Nancy standing right beside Eddie, supporting him, telling him that he could do it; and she could see Max holding onto Lucas, fighting the tears as she knew how much Y/N was hurting.

And then, suddenly, she felt her feet hit the ground. Her body was free.

Without thinking much, she began running. For the first few meters, she struggle to stay on her feet because of the pain she could feel in her limbs. But she ran, nonetheless. She ran despite she could still feel the tight sensation of the tentacle around her neck. She ran as fast as she could. And not once she looked behind. She could feel the creature scream, a low, inhuman growl, which only pushed her to ran faster. And she kept running. She ran in spite of the burning sensation in her already tired legs. And as she ran, the tear on the horizon became larger, the voices closer. Please, Y/N, come back to us. She could hear them cry out. Come on, Y/N/N! You can do it! Their voices ringed clearly in her ears, completely covering the screams that came from behind her.

She was close. She was so close she could almost touch it.

Tears fell down her face copiously. Her chest hurt from the lack of oxygen. And she could feel a sharp, staggering feeling in her side. She wanted to give up. She wanted for it to be over. But she couldn’t.

And then, beneath all the screams, she heard it. Please, Y/N. I need you. The voice was low, barely perceptible in all the chaos. But she heard it. And as a trigger, the words sent a wave of adrenaline through her body, which gave her enough strength to take the last leap. She pushed herself off, and everything around her seemed to slow down. She could feel the exact moment her soles left the ground, she could feel the cloud of dirt sticking to her trousers, she could hears the creature’s guttural screams reverberate in her bones.

And then, nothing. For a few moments, everything was dark. For a few moments she was sure she didn’t make it. For a moment, a part of her believed she was gone. And then, her body hit the ground. The impact sending a wave of staggering pain throughout her body. Every single part of her hurt.

Eddie had been playing that song over and over again for he didn’t even know how long. Tears had been pooling at the corners of his eyes, so much that he struggled to see the strings on his guitar clearly. But now his fingers were on auto-pilot, they moved on their own, as if controlled by an external force. His fingers hurt; his hands hurt. But nothing in this world could make him stop, not until he was sure she was back, not until he was sure she was safe. So, he played on. And he was sure that, if she had been there, next to her, she would have made fun of him, saying that he had gone all soft. He could almost hear her voice, see her smile. All of this for me? You really learned a Tear for Fears’ song just for me? And he would have rolled his eyes. And maybe he would have even kissed her.

He sniffled with his nose, blinking a few times, not caring whether people could see the tears roll down his cheeks. “Please, Y/N. I need you.” His voice was low. He was sure she couldn’t hear him, but he said it, nonetheless. And he kept on playing, glancing every now and then in her direction. He had never been a religious person - with everything he had been through, he had stopped believing in God a long time ago. But still, he prayed. He prayed to whomever was there, listening, to bring her back to him.

And then, the next thing he knew, she was gasping.

When he looked in her direction, her body was falling, racing towards the ground. His heartbeat accelerated, and he stopped playing all together. His eyes were fixed on her now, and everything seemed to move in slow-motion. He knew he couldn’t break her fall, but while everyone froze or still hadn’t realised what was happening, he threw his guitar to the side – something he never, ever would have done in a normal situation; but that wasn’t normal. With tears falling down his face, he threw himself in her direction.

She was panting, struggling to catch air. She screamed, a cry that rose from her guts and that froze everyone’s blood. She looked around; panic painted all over her face. She cried, tears copiously streaming down her cheeks.

And then, Eddie’s arms were around her figure, pulling her close to his chest, holding her as tightly as he could. “You’re safe, princess.” He spoke softly, rocking her gently, trying his best to calm her down, but really trying to calm down himself as well. “You’re with us.” He whispered; his lips pressed against her forehead. “You’re with me.”

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