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eddieexcellence · 2 years

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SOUR CANDY

Part i: the original babysitter

E. Munson x Fem!reader

Synopsis: back in Hawkins for spring break, the reader is back from college. She gets sucked into the madness again for the fourth time with her best friend and younger friends. Plus an unexpected and unwelcome face.

Type: fixit fic, angst/comfort, enemies to lovers trope

Warnings: SPOILERS! Cursing, mentions of anxiety, stress eating, reader having brave mama bear facade

Author’s note: AGAIN SPOILERS!! SPOILERS!! Might have some of the S4 events out of place or loosely mentioned fic starts S4 Ep4: Dear Billy?? but my attempt at a fixit fic and to ignore what happened in the finale, fting a trope I haven’t seen too much written for Eddie yet-ish(maybe I haven’t dug in enough to the search results for Eddie munson x reader I’ve dug pretty darn deep, tag me if you have any fic recs)?? I thought it’d be interesting and I do plan on making this a little series just bc I do tend to drag things 👀. Hope you like! Also only mention of Eddie in this part. Next part will have reader and Eddie interact!! Sorry if it doesn’t get to the nitty gritty as quickly :—)

You weren’t due home for another two days, promising your roommate to take a detour and drop them off home and spend time with them before returning to your hometown of Hawkins for spring break. Those plans changed quickly as you returned to your dorm from the laundry room so you could finish packing for the week, when your RA for your hall was standing in your room looking unimpressed.

“Y/l/n, the floor’s phone lines have been backed up with several people calling for you.” The older girl picked at her nails annoyed. “Mostly a, uh, Stefan Harrison? Also a foul mouthed little shit, Dustin Hendrickson?”

“Dustin Henderson and Steve Harrington?” Y/n corrected the snarky woman across from her.

“Yeah yeah them two.” She didn’t care to really properly remember their names, already irritated by how much that Dustin character cursed at her. “They even called the building security to get ahold of you sounds pretty important, and I have other students that would like to use the phone as well so if you can sort this out—“

You didn’t give your room advisor anymore time to talk as you rushed to the end of the hall to the phones. You didn’t have a good feeling about what Steve and Dustin were calling about as you could feel your stomach sink. The phone continued ringing as another student was about to answer.

“Move it!” You snapped, shoving through the short line of students ignoring their shouts of protest followed by groans as you picked up. “Hello?”

“Jesus h Christ Y/n! Took you long enough!” Dustin’s panicked voice reaches your ears.

“What’s going on?” You asked in a hushed whisper avoiding the other students' impatient stares.

“We’re still gathering the details, but we need your help—“ Dustin started to say, but a muffled static noise and him arguing as someone else cut him off.

“Y/n avoid Hawkins!” Steve ushered in. Steve is always trying to be the dutiful best friend as he always was for you. Protecting you or at least trying his best. Most of time it just made you more curious; hell even the reason you got brought into the Upside Down originally.

“Don’t listen to him! We need you!” Dustin in the background shouted.

“We don’t need you involved!” Again Steve trying to remain cool and calm even when you can hear his tense edge in his tone.

“Y/n! Max could be in trouble!” You heard another voice in the background more gentle but still holding the same urgency as Dustin. It was Nancy.

“We don’t need her involved!” He argued. “She was almost killed the last time!”

“Steve we are down Mike, Will, Jonathan, and El! We need her here to help!” You could hear Nancy refute back.

You rubbed the bridge of your nose at all the commotion on the other end of the line. You could feel the knot start to form in your stomach as you knew what you needed to do, which was way different from what you wanted to do. To crawl under a rock and hide. The kids needed you, more importantly Max needed you. Always having a softer spot for the younger girl since you first met and you saw her late oldest step brother treat her like shit.

Steve was yelling incoherently on top of whatever Dustin and nance were yelling about.

“Steve!” You yelled, stopping him mid tangent. “Do you forget who the original babysitter is? I’ll be damned if you do this without me and something happens to Max or any of you. Where do I need to meet you?”

You could hear Dustin whoop and chant in the background, and reply for Steve. “The Wheelers, please haul ass Y/n!”

“Copy Henderson,” you said before hanging up.

You never pressed on the gas pedal so hard, speeding to get to your small hometown as quickly as possible. Your thoughts racing in the process, maybe not making for the most safest road trip. You didn’t even tell your roommate anything, just apologized and handed her $20 for a bus ticket before you shoved your clothes into your luggage and took off. It was only 9am when you came back from the laundry room, you hit the ‘welcome to Hawkins’ sign by a little after 12’o’clock, when normally you would’ve been there closer to 1pm.

Part of you hoped this was a sick joke so everyone could get you home sooner to hang out. Steve was excited and had some plans for you, Robin, and him to do while you were here. Nancy already had the movie selection’s picked for a girl’s night, and all the gossip she couldn’t tell you on the phone or in letters. More importantly the younger kids were ready to tell you all about their first year of high school, especially Max who hasn’t been herself since Billy died. Deep down you knew that wasn’t the case. So you prepared for all the worst case scenarios as you pulled into the tidy kept driveway of the Wheelers where Mike and Nancy lived. You could see Steve's shiny BMW and Nancy’s station wagon parked in front. It was midday and Nancy’s parents were off at work leaving just you guys alone.

You nervously drummed your fingers against your steering wheel as you tried to muster the courage to go inside and for the fourth time most likely have your world turned upside down (all the irony intended). Feeling your breathing quicken and your chest get tight, you felt an anxiety attack start. You haven’t had this feeling in a few months, and though you started getting them since Nancy’s best friend Barb had died and Will went missing when you first got into the chaos it still wasn’t easy to manage the attacks. You took deep breaths, and remembered what your mom told you when you felt an attack come on.

Five things you can see: the green grass, the car freshener hung on your car mirror in your peripheral, the shiny garage door in front of your car, a squirrel eating the flowerbed by the front door, and several bright yellow boxes of the Sour Patch Kids littering your passenger seat floor (your guilty sweet tooth that everyone knew about.)

Four things you can feel: your steering wheel, the seat covers of your car, the necklace your grandma gave you against your neck,and the bead of sweat threatening to drip down your forehead from the increasing temperature of your car.

Three things you can hear: your steadying pulse, the sound of wind chimes, and the cars passing further down the street.

Two things you can smell: your mint car freshener and your perfume you had on.

One thing you can taste: the faint taste of the sour patch kids you ate on your way home.

Unbeknownst to the group of kids and young adults that you were already outside having an anxiety attack, they were all having a heated discussion. Or moreso Steve was.

“If she finds out he’s involved, she’ll single-handedly kill me and come for you next, Henderson.” He had his hands on his hips pacing around the basement. Max, Lucas, Dustin, Robin, and Nancy sat around watching the distressed man.

“She’s going to find out,” Robin objected.

Nancy nodded, “Besides, Y/n cares more about Max’s and the kids safety than worrying about a high school rivalry.”

That caused Steve to scoff, “rivalry? She got her heart crushed by him! Why she chose to like him of all people—“

“What’s so wrong with Eddie?” Dustin cut in.

“Yeah, what’s so wrong with him?” Robin raised an eyebrow amused, knowing Steve would need to watch his words carefully around the younger eccentric boy. Dustin has worshiped Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson since they met on his first day of high school.

That caused Harrington to sputter, “n-nothing! It’s just if you didn’t know her back then, you didn't see how upset she was after he crushed her ego during the end of freshman year and how she acted that summer.” He faltered. A big reason he didn’t want you here was because once you came back, and got involved, everyone would be in more trouble than they already were if he guessed correctly. Along with tension between the metal head and you. He wouldn’t know how’d you react to the idea of Eddie wanted for ‘satanic sacrifice’ on top of the kids, Nancy, Robin, and him harboring him at the abandoned boat house. That was the main reasoning he tried to convince himself with.

“If I didn’t know you better, Harrington, sounds like you’re almost jealous.” Robin chastised her older friend with a smirk tugged at her lips.

That caused Nancy to roll her eyes annoyed, knowing you since she first started dating Steve. You were the only friend of his that she liked and created a connection with. She had heard both the Steve side and the Y/n side of the Eddie story. Two very different renditions if you asked Nancy, and she opted to believe your side more. Always knowing Steve had a certain protectiveness of you since you were his childhood best friend, and you weren’t as arrogant and stuck up your own ass like his old jock friends either.

“Steve, I think she’s a big girl now, and can keep her emotions in check to help Hawkins.” Nancy said seriously. “Remember who was the original babysitter?”

“Can everyone stop rubbing that in my face!” Steve exclaimed, throwing his hands out in dramatic fashion.

“Throwing what in your face Harrington?” You asked, walking down the stairs to the basement. He could already tell you were uneasy but you offered a hint of a smile making eye contact.

“What would Heidi think if I changed my hair up!” He tried to lie smoothly.

“The Upside Down has essentially framed the person you hate the most, Eddie Munson, for murder, but it’s actually a dark wizard named Vecna that has killed Chrissy Cunningham and Fred Benson. And soon I’ll be next if we don’t get a move on!” Max wasted no time as soon as you graced their presence, not caring for the sugar coating tactics Harrington went for.

“For Christ sake Maxine!” Steve looked up, gripping his hair stressed out at the word vomit she laid on you.

“Hey Y/n, so excited you were able to come home for spring break.” Robin said meekly waving to you as Max ran to you and gave you a bear hug.

You froze in disbelief, “C-Chrissy Cunnigham died? F-fred from journalism and yearbook too? What the hell did I walk into?” Your stare was blank and voice small as the last bit processed making you grip the redhead tighter, one hand rubbing her back and the other gently playing with the end of her ponytail. It comforts your overwhelmed senses from the newfound information. “A-and and y-you’re,” you choked at the sentence not being able to comprehend.

“I’m next.” Max validated as she pulled away. Dustin and Lucas were next with the hugs opting for a group hug rather. You were just standing there dumbfounded. You didn’t care about the minor major detail with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, you were sure when the shock wore off you would when things were able to make more sense.

“What did I say about laying it on thick?” Steve reminded the group.

You cleared your throat, “no, no. We need to get to the bottom of this if we only have so much time.” You composed yourself quickly. It didn’t matter about you or your feelings, you weren’t the one cursed?

You've been through this three other times with them, you were the original babysitter, the one that spent hours reading the boys Dungeon and Dragon books front to back of rules and characters. Hell you even reread the Lord of the Rings and older science fiction novels you had read in middle school if it meant to gain a scrap of knowledge to help. You were the one that bandaged their boo-boos when the boys were younger. The one that took Max and El under your wing when you met them. You took shit from Billy to defend Max. You brought the teenage girls to the mall and roller rink giving them your wiser unsolicited girl advice when you’d hear them gossiping about Mike, Lucas, and in El’s case her Hopper issues. That was something Harrington or Nancy didn’t have on you.

You sat in between Nancy and Robin both gave you squeezes in reassurance almost preparing you for everything they were about to tell you.

“Now rather than throw me in a mind fuck,” you looked over at Max with a stern maternal like stare. “Start from the beginning with details, please.”

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