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I Got you <3

He was pressed against the wall, his hair bunched up and firm hands resting on his hips. The stranger's lips were on his.

He should feel good, but something just wasn’t right. There were no loving caresses, no gentle praises. The man didn’t even ask if what he was doing was ok.

Eddie’s not sure why he feels these things are so important. He can remember them happening. He remembers hands gently cupping his face and waist; he remembers soft words and loving looks; he remembers a head buried in the crook of his neck; he remembers always being cared for; he just can’t remember who did these things. It was as if it was just a dream, just some made-up fantasy.

The feeling never dissipates, never leaves his mind. He gets it when driving, wondering why there isn’t that familiar hand on his thigh. He gets it when it rains and the sound of the soft patters on his tin roof isn’t accompanied by being wrapped up in someone’s arms.

He notices it in the group as well. Robin’s eyes don’t shine like they used to. Whenever she makes a joke, she always looks to her side, expecting someone to be there, but she doesn’t know who. Dustin has been doing his hair a special way, but whenever Eddie asks where he learned to style it, Dustin simply replies, “I…I don't remember, probably just a magazine or something.” He notices it when Max and Lucas suddenly don’t have rides to practices and home. They swear someone used to give them rides, but neither teen can say who. He notices it when there’s a free seat on the couch during movie night, right in the center, right at the most pivotal point of the group. No one ever sits there because they know it’s meant for someone... they just don’t know who.

He feels it most at night, when he’s alone in his twin-sized bed and he just knows that someone is missing. He knows because there are no cuddles, no forehead kisses, no ‘I love you.’ There are no reassurances that there is no harm coming.

The party was in a slump. They knew that, like the very force that drove them forward, was missing, but none of them knew what. Mike thought it might be because they were safe. After all, there was no more fighting and fear. The very thing that brought them together was absent.

Eddie had gotten tipsy one night. He knew he had to call someone to pick him up. He always had someone when Wayne had worked. Where was his someone?

He stumbled down the side of the road, the soft rain slowly sobering him as he kicked rocks. He kicked a big flat rock, one that looked almost like a baseball bat, and when it landed, it made a ‘tink’ sound.

Eddie turns his head to see a beamer sitting just inside the forest’s edge. It called out to him, making an alarm go off in his head. He approached it and in the passenger seat, there was a baseball bat with nails in it.

This was the something he was looking for, his someone, his Steve.

Steve’s side burned from the bites as he fought in the Creel house. His thoughts were racing, ‘I need to get everyone out,’ ‘Are the kids ok?’ ‘Why didn’t I kiss Eddie before I left?’

Suddenly, he heard a blood-curdling scream. His heart sank, His blood ran cold, his stomach churned, and the most unbearable pain spread through his chest. His Eddie.

The world around him faded to black. At first, he thought he was dead, then he heard a familiar voice.

“He’s dead…Steven, you couldn’t save him,” Vecna whispered.

“There has to be a way…There has to! He’s not dead! Not yet-” Steve stammered.

Vecna’s face remained stoic as the inky blackness shifted. Steve saw Eddie, his Eddie, on the ground and bleeding. Dustin was promising he’d be ok. He instantly rushed forward and reached for Eddie’s chest, hoping to stop the bleeding, only for his hand to pass through him.

Steve turns to look at Vecna, a new determination on his face.

“Save him…Please. I’ll do anything,” Steve whispers.

Henry had Steve exactly where he wanted him. He knew Steve was one of the most physically capable in the group, but he also recognized that the group's strength came from him. Steve was the heart, the soul, the glue, and by removing him from the picture, he would destroy their chances of beating him. The initial thought was to have them trade places, to kill Steve off, but after so many years of foiled plans, Henry had decided on revenge.

“Fine…He will live, but there is a price to pay,” Henry states.

“I’ll do it,” Steve said, without a second thought in his head, then everything faded to black.

The next day he woke up in his car, parked in front of Hawkins High. The first thing he did was drive to Eddie’s trailer, only to see everyone there celebrating and smiling, claiming victory over Vecna.

He parked and took off running towards the group, prepared to celebrate with them, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw Johnathan and Nancy looking at him questioningly, like they didn’t know him, or he was never there.

He paid his price, and rather than approach the group, he retreated to his car.

Eddie couldn’t tear his eyes from the bat. His Steve was here. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten him. Eddie frantically searched around the car and noticed a faint glow from deeper in the woods.

His feet carried him before his mind caught up. There, in the clearing, was his Stevie, sitting next to a small fire.

Steve’s hair was messy, his eyes were heavy, and his body was covered with a thin blanket, but Eddie could see his vest poking out from under it.

Eddie couldn’t breathe.

Steve continued to stare at the fire, the warm glow illuminating his tan skin. He looked defeated.

Eddie finally chokes out a breath, taking a step towards Steve.

“Stevie…?” Eddie whispered.

In an instant, Steve’s head snaps up to look at him, his eyes full of tears.

“Eds…”

Eddie's arms were instantly engulfing him in a hug, relishing in the hands on his waist and the head in the crook of his neck. He didn’t even mind the wetness he felt there, even relishing his tears.

“It’s Me, Stevie…It’s Me. Let’s go Home… Robin really misses you” Eddie whispered, holding Steve’s head there, finally glad he found his someone.

let me paint you a picture

Vecna is dead. The Upside Down is gone. A thing of the past, really. Except... it's not, of course it's not. Enough time goes by for things to start settling down. But. There's always a but.

Steve disappears and no one notices. But not because no one cared. It's not the case of Steve the Rich Jock. Of Steve the Friendless. Of Steve with Big House and No Parents.

No one notices because no one remembers him ever existing.

Robin feels like a part of her is missing, like there's an itch she can't quite scratch. Her shifts at the bookstore that she owns seem dull and her eyes keep sliding over to the doors like she's waiting for someone to enter. Her flat feels cold. There's an empty room across the hall.

There's a guy Eddie's kissing in the back alley and it makes him feel nothing at all. There's an S tattoed on his hip. He doesn't remember getting it. He must've been drunk. Or high. He keeps wondering why he stayed so close to Hawkins despite all the trouble it brought him. Must've been Wayne, even though his uncle has more than once declared himself ready to move on.

Dustin mourns an older brother he never had. He stylizes his hair but can't remember where he learnt it from when Suzie asks. The Scoops Troops has always been three people; him, and Erica, and Robin, but no, that doesn't sound right. How would they get past that one guard? And those demodogs in '84? Jonathan? Nancy? They were busy with Will, weren't they?

Nancy hates pools. She can't remember why. There was a party of some sort and Barb...Barb got sucked into the Hell that lives and breathes under Hawkins. But...why would they go to a party in the first place? It makes no sense.

And so on, and so on.

Until, one day, Eddie and Robin stumble upon an abondanoed car in the middle of a forgotten road by the forrest. Keys still inside. And a bat full of nails on the driver's seat.

#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #st #robin buckley #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #steddie fic #stranger things

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ieatfanficforbrunch · 3 months

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Steve is Worthy

He based all his self-worth on others. He knows he got it from years of living with his parents for so long.

They were by no means rich, just rich for Hawkins. Lowest High Class if you will. With that came the constant reminder of their Reputation. His father was an Assistant Director for Coke-a-cola and, whether he liked it or not, the Harringtons were in the public domain.

Of course, that meant he had to be perfect, there was no choice.

When he was three, his father took him to a store to get a toy for his birthday. Little Steven in his kakis and a sweater vest with a collar, wanted a baby doll.

He picked one out, something perfect for him. A baby doll with dark hair and blue eyes. Its body was a cloth material, and its head, arms, and legs were plastic. It came with a bottle and a pacifier; it was everything the toddler could ever dream of.

When he picked up the toy it was ripped from his hands, his father scowling down at him.

“You know better Steven. If you want to make me proud, go find a car. Honestly, what must I have done to get a son who wants a doll?” The words brought tears to his eyes, but he knew better than to cry, he was a boy, and he needed to act like one.

When he turned seven his mother threw him a birthday party. He was grateful, ecstatic that his friends from school would be coming to see his room and his cake. He picked out the best cake in the world, a small one with delicate flowers in blue and white. It was perfect for him, soft and gentle.

His parents told him to stay in his room until 6:30, his mother specified that he needed to wear the outfit she chose for him. He waited for hours, excited at getting to celebrate his special day. When the clock struck 6:30 he took the stairs two at a time, excited to see what his mother had planned.

When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he didn’t see any of his friends from school, he didn’t even see any kids. There were adults from his father’s company, all with a glass in their hand. On the kitchen table there sat a small blue cake with a baseball bat on it, not a single flower in sight.

His eyes once again burned but he knew better than to cry.

“We have to keep up appearances, Steven,” his mother said, “Your friends are not good enough for you, you are no longer prohibited to speak to them. As for the cake, you know better. Flowers are for girls; you are a boy. Your father has signed you up for baseball, basketball, and the Swim team. I expect you to attend every practice.”

Steve just nodded.

For years he did everything they said, everything they wanted him to do. His mother picked out his outfits, his father found suitable friends for him. Those friends made the decisions for him, he followed along blindly. He knew that the only way he was worth anything was if he was perfect and obedient.

He would go to every event his father told him to, only date who his parents allowed, and never once did he step out of line, because when it was all over and he got an award or a date or a good grade he would be rewarded with a “well done, Steven,” from his father.

When his parents bought an apartment close to his father’s office, Steve was left to take care of the house. He was left without direction. He was free.

The first thing he did was get in a fight with Johnathan Byers, the second was kicking his friends to the curb, the third was getting broken up with, and the fourth was fighting an interdimensional monster.

If that wasn’t bad enough, he also (accidentally) became the ‘mother’ to the nerdiest kids on planet Earth.

From a young age, he learned that his worth as a person was connected to what he could give people. For these kids, he would give protection, free movies, and his life if it ever came to it.

Robin tried to help him realize his worth as Steve, but nothing worked, and then things went from bad to worse.

Steve was shell-shocked, to say the least, as he carried Eddie’s limp, bleeding body through the upside down. He was desperate, Desperate to make himself useful, desperate to save his new friend and lover, he needed to be useful.

He got Eddie out of the Upside down, to a hospital, and in the care of the only people who could help him. Then, he waited.

He didn’t get treated, couldn’t, wouldn’t, because one of the kids may need that help, or the earthquake victims, or anyone who wasn’t him.

Robin could only sit by and watch, knowing that Eddie was the only person who could convince Steve that he was worth enough to get his wounds treated.

Eddie woke up 6 days later to Steve holding his hand.

The lights were bright, the sounds were loud, and everything was cold. Everything except Steve. His skin was like fire against his.

Eddie blinked slightly, glancing around the room. Wayne was in the corner, sleeping in some terrible chair, Dustin was asleep on a tiny cot next to the bed, and Robin was leaning up against the wall.

“What happened…?” Eddie asked her.

Robin sighs, “Your Stevie here carried you out, got you to a hospital. The doctors said you should heal with minimal damage, but it will take a couple of weeks…”

Eddie nods, asking, “Is he…okay?”

Robin pinches the bridge of her nose, a habit she picked up from being around Steve so much, “He’s refusing treatment, says the supplies need to go to people who actually need it…I think the wounds are getting infected…”

Eddie sighs softly before gently shaking Steve’s shoulder.

“Stevie…Baby, wake up, it’s time you go to the doctor,” Eddie whispers.

Steve grumbles softly before opening his eyes. A smile spreads across his face as soon as he sees Eddie. For a moment they just looked at each other, and then Eddie pulled Steve to his chest. The embrace was anything but silent, sniffles, escaped sobs, giggles, and even ‘I missed you’s are shared between the two.

Eddie doesn’t let Steve leave his chest as he talks, “Ok Stevie, time to get those bites taken care of…yea? Scars are Metal, dying because of infection…not so much.”

Steve looks up at him, prepared to protest, but Eddie shushes him, getting a bitchy glare from Steve.

“Come on Baby, please. You are so important to me, and I need you to get better, ok? I don’t care if you think those people need it more, you not only helped save the world, but you saved my life. Do you understand? No one in this world deserves to be patched up more than you,” Eddie whispered, cupping both Steve’s cheeks.

Silent tears stream down his face and he reluctantly nods. Robin immediately runs to get a nurse.

“You are my everything Steve, my entire world. If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do. You are Worth Everything. Ok? Everything,” Eddie says, gently kissing Steve’s cheek, then his other cheek, then his forehead, then his chin, then his nose, and finally his lips.

Steve smiled, getting the treatment he not only needed but deserved. He was moved into Eddie’s room where he was showered with love, affection, and encouragement. He felt happy, he felt loved, and, most importantly, he felt worthy.

#eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #stranger things #eddie x steve #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #wayne munson

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ieatfanficforbrunch · 4 months

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People Pleaser Steve

Steve is a people pleaser. Years of living with his parents and their demeaning stares and harsh words have destroyed his sense of self preservation.

"Keep Eye Contact, Steven," his mother would say. "Stop Complaining, You need to make our guest Comfortable." His father would say. Until the age of ten all Steve got was criticism. Constant reminders on how to behave perfectly and how to appease his parents.

The morning they decided he was old enough to stay home himself, coincidentally on his 10th birthday, they packed up and started renting an apartment in Chicago to better monitor their Business. They sent him money for food, got him a bike so he could go to school, they even sent a few extra 20s every other month so he could get new clothes as he grew.

Of course, Steve never complained. This was how he kept the peace, how he avoided the cold glare from his parents.

The pattern continued into adulthood, Steve practically raised himself for the last 8 years of his childhood, he only saw his parents when they needed him.

When he (accidently) became the mother of the nerdiest bunch of kids in Hawkins, he made himself a promise, No matter what he'd be there. Every recital, every birthday party, every holiday, and every time they needed a ride; he was there.

When Christmas came around after everything had happened, after Max had recovered and Eddie's wounds had healed perfectly, he decided he would make it the best Christmas they'd ever seen. Just to make them happy.

He decorated the entire house, made enough food to feed his small football team of a group, he got so many presents for everyone that he had to skip out on food three days a week for two months just because he wanted it to be perfect.

The kids came over on Christmas Eve night to spend the night together, slept in sleeping bags he bought special for them. Eddie came to help wrangle the crazies until Robin got back from visiting her grandparents in Ohio.

They ate like they were starving or like it was their last meal. All except Steve, who was too afraid to overstep or take away from someone else to even try one of the many kinds of food he made.

The games died down and the food was gone by midnight. The kids slept peacefully in their sleeping bags. Steve let out a small sigh, a smile on his face as he stood and took empty platters and plates to the kitchen.

He washed the dishes in silence, a baggy crew neck sweater replacing his usual polos. He knew if he wore them the others would notice he had lost weight and he didn't want to inconvenience them. It was rude to burden others with your problems. He honestly thought he had gotten away with it until a familiar Metal head guided him to the kitchen table.

"Ok Big boy, This isn't working for me," He said in a soft voice.

Steve immediately looked up, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again," he whispered, not even sure what he did.

Eddie sighs and says, "Steve, You think you're hiding it so well but you aren't. You take care of everyone and everything all of the time. Let me take care of you."

Steve couldn't move, couldn't respond, How Was he supposed to behave? He didn't know so he merely nodded.

Eddie smiled and immediately made Steve a bowl of cereal, something small and quiet. When he was positive Steve would eat it, he finished the dishes for him.

Steve looked so beat down and tired, the bags under his eyes told so much and Eddie knew that from now on he would do Everything to keep them away.

He took the empty bowl and washed it before walking over to Steve. "I know it's a bit early but...I got you something," he whispers, pulling out a small box from his back pocket.

It was a light blue box with a thin red ribbon and white trim. Steve's thin fingers removed the lid to find a locket in the shape of a guitar pick.

Inside there were two pictures, one with the kids, and one with Steve and Eddie. It was the picture from when Eddie was discharged, the day Steve agreed to get treatment for his wounds. Eddie's arm is around Steve's shoulders, it's the only picture in the world with Steve's Real smile. His eyes swelled with tears. It's the only gift he's gotten since he was 10, since his parents left to run their company, since Everything.

"Shit I didn't mean to make you cry again! I just-" Eddie is cut off with the tightest hug he's ever gotten.

"It's Perfect," Steve whispers.

He's met with calloused hands on the back of his head, gently massaging his scalp.

"Merry Christmas, Harrington."

"Merry Christmas, Munson."

#eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #stranger things #eddie x steve #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie

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ieatfanficforbrunch · 5 months

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I'm Taking Requests!! Anything with Eddie! I can do x reader, steddie, you name it! Just looking for ideas ♥️🧡💛💚💙💜

#eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steddie #steve harrington

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ieatfanficforbrunch · 5 months

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Reignited Flame-Steddie

TW: Violence, brief mention of Homophobia, swearing

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Eddie fell hard, he knew that. He watched as the man he loved went after the girls at his school, getting whoever he pleased. Eddie knew, deep down, that these girls were just flings. Steve Harrington had girlfriends, but they were never serious, never permanent. He thought that maybe he still had a chance.

Steve had just gotten out of a relationship, immediately he was shrugging it off, laughing happily with his friends.

Eddie knew he was being naïve but how could he care when he was so damn excited? He wore his uncle’s old leather jacket for confidence, put on his jeans with the least holes, and even straightened his shoulder-length curls, all in the hope of Steve, King Steve, finally taking an interest.

He asked his uncle for help, all the questions he could think of. “What’d you like most when someone approached you?” “Did you ever get uncomfortable by things they did?” “What did you avoid?” “What should I be prepared for?"

Wayne truly loved the kid but sometimes he just needed to calm down. He explained that Eddie didn’t need advice, because if this guy was worth it, he could be himself.

With this advice, Eddie practiced guitar to cool off and left for school.

His uncle’s jacket made him feel invincible. He was prepared to finally, finally, talk to Steve.

He walked through the doors, putting on his best smile, optimistic and prepared for anything, except when he rounded that corner where he knew Steve would be, he froze.

There leaning against the wall was Steve with Nancy Wheeler on his arm.

He could feel his body go ridged, his heart breaking in his chest because this time Steve was looking at her like she was the only person in the entire world.

Eddie left school.

Sure, his dad was an asshole, and his mom was dead, but he thought that there was still good in the world. He thought that he had a chance at happiness.

The year passed in a blur, pot and booze his only comfort. He kept the jacket, eventually getting an awesome denim vest. He grew his hair, embraced his curls, and finally gave up on hiding his interests.

Steve and Nancy broke up and for a second, he thought that maybe, maybe, that little hope of love was flickering alive, he quickly decided to stomp out that flame.

Eddie almost felt bad for the fallen king of Hawkins High, after the new king (some dude named Billy) came into the role. Steve seemed lost, lonely even, but Eddie was not going to let “King Steve” hurt him again.

Billy had a thing against freaks, everyone knew he didn’t like different. Eddie basically had a target on his back.

The hit came unexpectedly, A mix between metal and flesh. A man and a locker. He puts his hands up to guard his face as best as he can but it’s really no use. The slurs hit his face and hands dig through his pockets.

He felt disgusting, refusing to cry, but he felt his breaking point approaching quickly as Billy brought his fist up.

Eddie shut his eyes, prepared to accept his fate, but suddenly the weight of the man was off him and he was being pulled away.

He opened his eyes to see Steve, his Steve, dragging him out of the building as fast as he could.

Steve practically threw him into the passenger seat of his BMW as he ran to the other side.

Eddie was in shock as they sped away.

“You ok? He didn’t hit you, did he?” Steve asks.

Eddie shakes his head.

“No, No I’m ok. Thanks for…for saving my ass back there,” he replies.

Steve nods.

“Well, if there’s one thing, I hate more than anything, it’s Billy. He’s…He is a prick so just stay away from him, alright?” Steve says.

“Alright, yeah. Thanks again.” Eddie says quickly.

They rode in silence for a while, Steve taking the long way back to the school just in case.

“You run the D&D group, Hellfire? It’s Eddie, right?” Steve asks.

Eddie smiles and nods, “That’s me!”

Steve smiles, “I got this middle schooler who’s a friend of mine, if you happen to still be there next year you should talk to him, the kid loves that stuff!”

Eddie chuckles, “I might just take you up on that Mr. King.”

Steve shakes his head, “Don’t call me that, I’m not that guy anymore.”

Eddie nods.

They drive for hours; Eddie can feel that familiar flame of an old crush burning in his chest. He’s surprised that Steve hadn’t dropped him off sooner, but as Eddie drives himself home in his rickety old van, his cheeks heat up at the thought of Steve Harrington.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #steve harrington #steddie #fluff #angst #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #nancy #dustin

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ieatfanficforbrunch · 6 months

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The Victor

Eddie was crushing. Like, seriously crushing. So much so that even Hellfire was getting fed up with the routine of saving damsels in distress that just so happened to mirror someone. It was no secret who the apple of Eddie's eye was; his constant stares and audible sighs whenever you were around made it painfully obvious. You were his definition of perfection – a kind smile, radiant eyes, the whole package.

Everyone was in on it.

Everyone except your little brother, who happened to be one of Eddie's closest friends.

Eddie adored the way you looked out for your brother, the protective instincts that kicked in. One day, when Dustin messed up the timing for the end of Hellfire, chaos ensued. Spotting him underneath a random guy on the ground, you unleashed a punch that left the poor guy seeing stars.

Dustin, in full panic mode, yelled, "Why'd you hit him?! Eddie!"

Trying to rectify the situation, Dustin explained it was just some wrestling, leaving you feeling mortified. Offering a hand to Eddie to help him up, you missed the rosy tint on his cheeks. You slipped him a twenty for babysitting duty, completely unaware of the love-struck gaze he couldn't shake off.

Eddie was head over heels.

Deciding to spice things up, you orchestrated a prank on the Hellfire boys. Showing up early, you confidently claimed Eddie's chair and waited in silence as the younger kids threw tantrums. Anticipating some kind of protest from Eddie, the others braced themselves for the inevitable. However, when Eddie strolled in, he did something unexpected.

Instead of demanding you vacate his seat, he paused, smirked, and effortlessly lifted you into his lap. You settled in for the duration, much to the disgust of Dustin and the bewildered stares of the others. By the end of it, you walked away with a date for Friday night, and Eddie had a grin that screamed victory.

Dustin was thoroughly grossed out, but Eddie had won the day.

#eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #eddie the banished #eddie x henderson!reader #dustin henderson

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ieatfanficforbrunch · 7 months

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Unfinished Business

Trigger warning:

Death, Angst/Fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of Grieving.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

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He woke up.

That’s funny considering the fact that he died.

He stands, confused as to how he returned to Hawkins. Why didn’t he hurt?

He looks around, He’s outside his trailer. He looks at his hands, they aren’t stained from blood but the callouses from a lifetime of guitar playing still remain. He runs his fingers through his hair. Why was he here?

The air was cool and crisp, it felt that way even in the summer. Like he was stuck in the cold of the UpsideDown. He remembers that night, the burn on his fingertips as he played each chord. He remembers the sweat on his forehead and the racing of his heart. More importantly, he remembers being ripped to pieces. Why was he still in one piece?

It had been months since he woke up and he had yet to talk to a single person. Whenever he tried, they walked through him as if he were nothing. It hurt to see so many people he knew walk right past him. He tried to talk to Uncle Wayne only to be met with silence, without a glance. He watched his former friends mourn his loss, watched as Dustin ran Hellfire. He watched as Max recovered and Steve delt with the mental burden of his loss.

He died a hero and yet he caused so much pain.

Today he wandered the halls of Hawkins High, searching for something to do. That’s when he saw her.

She was a short girl with big brown eyes, and her unruly curly brown hair fell on her face. She wore a leather jacket and ripped jeans, her combat boots looked old and nearly destroyed. She pushes her hair from her forehead, the shaved side revealing a long scar she had no part in making. She was thin, really thin.

He’s staring at her but suddenly his heart drops to her chest.

“Is there a reason you’re staring at me...?” Her voice was low, accusatory, and anxious. “Y-you…you can see me?” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Are you on crack? Of course, I can see you.” She looks him up and down. “Holy shit! Holy shit you really can see me! And you can hear me!” His voice is so excited. She looks at him again, “I know you from somewhere…” He looks at her confused, “I don’t think so, but I’d be happy to talk more! I know just the place!” He quickly runs off.

She needs to follow him, she’s not sure why but she needs to.

She runs after him, quickly, following him all the way to the old Hellfire room. She looks around it in confusion. He smiles as he jumps onto the table as if he weighs nothing. “Who are you...?” her voice is barely above a whisper. “My name’s Eddie,” he says quietly, trying and failing to pick up the dice on the table.

She watches as his hands pass through the items, her face pale.

“What are you?” She’s staring at him. “That’s a good question,” he replies. She keeps staring at him.

He wears ripped jeans and a black leather jacket, a jean jacket on top of that. She notices his hellfire shirt underneath the layers.

“Y-you… You’re Eddie Munson.” She says it so quietly he almost doesn’t hear. “I am! How’d you know?” He’s still trying to pick up the dice. She stumbles back from him, “You…Holy shit. I’m talking to a ghost.” His face drops. “Please don’t be scared! Please.” She looks into his puppy dog eyes and knows that he needs her.

“You’re the only one who can see me… Please don’t leave.” His voice is quiet. She smiles as he reaches for her hand, only for him to pass right through her.

The months following are filled with love and happiness for Eddie. He’s so happy to have someone who he can talk to, so happy that he doesn't notice how thin she’s gotten or how sick she looks. Her hair is thinner, her body all skin and bone, and yet he is so happy he doesn’t even realize it.

They sit on the beach; she’s enjoying the waves on her feet as the wind blows her black dress. Her once life-filled skin is now pale as she looks at the water.

“Eds…?” Her voice is small. He smiles at her, “What is it, Princess?” She looks down, “I don’t…feel well.” He raises an eyebrow. “Why not, love? What’s wrong?” He sounds worried.

He watches as she sways slightly.

He quickly reaches out, knowing he won’t be able to stop her fall but wanting to comfort her. He feels his body go stiff as she lands in his arms, her body hitting the sand.

Her skin is pale, but her body is no longer thin and weak, she no longer looks sick. She looks healthy.

He feels like his heart is falling.

“Eddie?” Her voice is smooth and happy, She’s better now. “Yes, Love, I’m here.” His voice is sweet, understanding even. “You’re warm,” she smiles. He can’t help the smile on his face or the tear that escaped his cheek.

“Why are you crying?” She sits up, hugging him close. “Princess…” he’s cut off by a blinding white light, just down the beach. “Do you see that?” she whispers. He nods. “Are you ready to go, my love?” She nods. He picks her up in his arms, walking forward into the warmth of a light he’s longed for.

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The True Hero of Hawkins

From the moment he looked at her, he thought she would be his downfall. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

She walked into school, adorned in an adorable white skirt and a pink top. Her dark brown hair fell down her shoulders. It was unruly and messy, positively adorable.

That wasn’t what made his knees weak.

He had been with a lot of girls, none of whom looked at him like she did. None of them could because when they made eye contact, he felt like he was the only man in the world. Her shy little smile made his heart melt.

They dated for months, the opposite couple of Hawkins High, and they made one hell of a power couple. She was all his. When people called him a freak, she was right there defending him. When people called her a freak fucker, she would kiss him right before them to prove a point. She loved him, truly and fully. How hadn’t he seen it coming?

She had been busy with chemistry, getting in trouble for accidentally blowing things up, so she had been grounded.

He, on the other hand, had band rehearsals with Corroded Coffin, DND sessions as often as he liked, he practiced guitar constantly, and then there were his dealings. He rarely had time and she missed him, she missed him so much that it felt like her heart would fall from her chest.

When she heard that Eddie Munson, Her Eddie, was suspected of murder, she had a feeling she knew exactly what happened and where he went. She removed her skirt, and her top, and pulled on a pair of jeans and a ripped flannel. She had every intention of being there for him as she always had been.

She made her way to the old boat house, not even bothering to knock because she knew he wouldn’t answer. She walked in and was met with a baseball bat in her face.

“I missed you too, Eds…” she said, gently moving the bat away from her, “How about we talk about what happened?”

He broke at her voice, a tear slipping down his cheek.

“I didn’t do it,” he says quickly, “I swear I didn’t!”

“I know," she says softly, gently cupping his face, “We’re going to fix this, and I promise you that it will all go back to normal.”

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

She watched as Eddie set up for what he thought would be his final concert. She was sneaky about her plan. He set up the amps, she put them on wheeled carts. He tuned his guitar and she watched.

He smiles at her.

She looks at him sadly, “I love you,” she whispers, “You know how much I love you, right?”

He smiles, “I love you too Princess, and if we survive this you better believe that I’m taking you with me to everything from now on! No more days without talking or anything like that!”

She smiles softly.

In the time they had stayed in the boat shed, he had told her so much.

“I have so much I want to do. If I die because of this then I let down everyone…The band, the DND kids, you... I just wanted to finish high school and look where that got me.”

She loved this man with everything she had, it was very rare he dropped his cocky persona and told her what he was really thinking.

“I promise you Eds, you are not going to die,” she takes his hands in his, “I won’t let you.”

He smiles sadly, “You can’t control that Princess… But thanks for trying.”

She watched as he played atop the distorted trailer in the upside down, watching how he got into the music, watching how he poured his heart into every chord, every note. This was her Eddie. So full of life. She was determined to keep it that way. She slowly but surely wheeled the amps away, careful not to unplug them from the extension cord. She didn’t tell him about her plan, and he didn’t notice that she had walked away until he finished his song and looked around for her.

There she was, across the park just outside the fence. She had both amps next to her and he saw as the bats flocked towards him. What was she doing?

She smiled sadly, quickly pulling the cord attaching his guitar to the amp, and his face dropped. She looked at him carefully and plugged in a microphone, watching as he struggled to get off the top of the trailer in time.

She started humming the bridge of the song, the calm quiet in the middle of the chaos that is Master of Puppets. He watched in terror as the bats started flocking towards her.

He scrambled to get to her, how hadn't he realized she had gotten so far? Dustin looked terrified.

In a sad final attempt to see her love, she made eye contact. This time her eyes didn’t look the way they did when they first met, and her smile was not shy. She was determined, he wasn’t the only man in the world, just hers and that’s all she ever wanted.

She blew him a kiss right as the bats flocked down on top of her. She pulled a small stick from her back pocket. He instantly recognized it as her last chemistry project, The scream that ripped from his lungs was so raw, so pained. The entire world froze.

In a flash and a deafening sound, he was forced back from her.

She kept her promise, He survived, and she died happily knowing he could play again.

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His name was cleared, and he was allowed to return to school. When he walked in the front door, he got cheers from people who used to make fun of him. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson was a hero in the eyes of Hawkins. A man who sacrificed the love of his life to save them all.

He thanked them graciously and went to his locker, hanging the handmade plaque on the inside.

Her picture, captioned with “the true hero of Hawkins”, would forever remain hung wherever he saw fit. If he was a hero, then so was the beautiful soul who saved him.

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