#airhead by alohastylesx

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𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 - 𝙴.𝙼. | 1

Summary: A sinister entity makes it presence known to you, plaguing your mind with pain and nightmares. You need a little release, but that means talking to the school freak...

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Drug Usage, Death, Language, S4 spoilers,

Wordcount: 3.2k

A/N: Much like Eddie Munson, I am in love with this chapter tbh. but in my next few ones, the dialogue won't be like *exactly* the same as the show! *Reposting bc Tumblr doesnt like me*

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

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Prologue

P.S. I do not own the rights to any character besides Y/N. This is a fan fiction based off of the show Stranger things. All rights reserved, please don't steal my work.

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As a cheerleader at Hawkins High, it was critical that you maintained the social standard of a popular kid: only hanging with the popular crowd, having the hottest boy in school for yourself, wearing peak fashion statements. You had it all, and any little slip up could land you eating lunch right with the freaks in the back, something you, definitely, did not want. 

So when you found out that Dustin, your younger brother, had joined the group of freaks who called themselves “The Hellfire club”, you were mortified. 

“Dustin! You cannot talk to me at school anymore, officially.” You had said, storming into the kitchen. 

“What? Why?” He asked. 

“Because I cannot associate with… with your… group of friends.” You tried putting it nicely, but he saw right through it. 

“So I’m not allowed to say a single word to you, at all, or your reputation will be ruined?” Dustin asked, a smirk on his face. 

“Correct, Dustin.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the box of cereal down from the cabinet. 

“So, does that include if I’m dying? Or will your precious ego still be hurt then?” 

“Oh, shut up Dustin.”

There was a slight pause as Dustin stared at you, mouth agape, before you spoke again.

“You can tell me if you’re dying but thats it! I mean it!” You said, firmly. Dustin fist pumped the air before grabbing his things off of the counter. 

“Let’s go, we’re going to be late miss too-cool-for-her-younger-brother.”

You rolled your eyes once again before grabbing your bag and following Dustin out to the car.  

At school, you both went your separate ways. You headed towards your group in the front of the school. They were waiting for you before heading inside to their lockers. Dustin headed to the right, towards Mike, Lucas, and the rest of the members of their club. 

You looked over your shoulder, making sure Dustin made it to his group okay when you caught the eye of the lead freak of the group… Eddie Munson. Your eyes lingered for a quick second, as did his, before you turned your attention back to your group. 

“Yo, Dustin, I think I just locked eyes with your sister,” Eddie said, still watching as you tossed your hair over your shoulder. 

“Psh, yeah right. I’m not even allowed to talk to her or else I’ll ‘ruin her’ apparently. I don’t think she’d risk looking at you… no offense,” Dustin finished quickly as Eddie turned his attention to him, staring intensely. 

“Whatever dude, it’s not like I’m into her anyways.” Eddie said, before turning and heading into school. The rest of the club followed him, leaving Dustin, Mike and Lucas left standing outside. 

When you turned your head back over your shoulder to take a peek, you realized Eddie and his goons had left, leaving your brother and his friends standing outside. You frowned, hoping nothing had happened. You were pulled out of your thoughts quickly though by Jason Carver, your boyfriend. 

“Y/N? Everything okay?” He asked, his hand laid gently on your shoulder. 

“Uh, yeah, everything’s fine!” 

“We were just talking about going out to the Diner after school. You comin’?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah I’ll let you know. I’ve been getting really bad headaches lately, so I may not be up for it today,” you replied honestly. He gave you a worrisome look, before turning back to the group. 

“Let’s meet out front after school, we can take my car.” Jason dismissed the group, placing a soft hand on your arm to stop you from leaving with them. 

“Hey, babe, is everything okay? You didn’t tell me you were getting headaches…” he trailed off, clearly concerned. 

“It’s fine Jason, really, it’s nothing. I think I’m just stressed over some grades.” But the truth was, it wasn’t nothing, and you weren’t fine. You had been plagued with nightmares lately of a dark forest thick with fog, there was a giant clock every direction you turned, ringing consistently as the fear that someone was lurking behind you grew stronger… closer.. until you woke up in a panic, drenched in sweat. One of the nightmares felt so real, you woke up screaming. Dustin had bust your door open, an oar in his hand as he started swinging around. 

“What… what is it? What’s wrong?” He was screaming, trying to find the source of your fear. 

“Dustin, it… it was just a dream.” 

That night he had slept on the floor next to your bed, refusing to move back to his own room, just in case.    

“Okay… maybe try seeing the counselor. She can help you with this.” Jason said, moving his hand down to yours, grabbing it softly. 

You adored everything about this man and how sweet he was to you. He always treated you with respect, making sure you were okay. Sometimes, though, you just wished you had something… more.

“Yeah, I will. I’ll go see her today,” you promised, giving him a faint smile. He pulled you in for a hug, squeezing tightly. 

“I will always protect you,” he whispered, almost darkly, in your ear. You knew he meant it too. 

You knocked gently, before Ms. Kelley answered for you to come in. You were nervous, unsure if she could actually help what you were struggling with, but you made a promise to Jason, and you never broke your promises. 

“Y/N! What a lovely surprise. How can I help you?” She asked, a bright smile on her face as you sat down across from her.

“I was hoping, maybe, you could help me with something?” 

“Okay, what’s going on?” She asked, her face softening.

“Lately I’ve been having these… these horrible headaches and nightmares.” 

“What are these nightmares of?” Ms. Kelley grabbed a notebook off the desk, and uncapped her pen. She began writing as you talked. 

“It starts out somewhere like my home, or school, but then after I take a few steps I end up somewhere else. The woods. They’re dark, thick with fog, and theres this clock. Its huge, and standing everywhere I look. Its ticking, tick… tock… tick… tock… tick… tock… until it rings, only once, and I feel rushed as if something thats been looking at me from the fog suddenly runs up on me, and then I wake up.” You finished, tears pricking your eyes as you think back to the traumatic nightmare. 

“That sounds really scary,” ms. Kelley responded. She handed you a box of tissues, which you took gratefully. You could already feel the tears beginning to break through your lashes onto your cheeks. 

“What do you think triggered these nightmares?” 

“I don’t know… they just started happening this past week.” You dabbed at your eyes, careful not to mess up the mascara you put on this morning. 

“Lets just take a minute and think of anything slightly negative that happened that could have caused this.” 

You didn’t have to think about it though. You knew what could have very well triggered these nightmares, but you refused to accept that as the answer. There was no way… right?

You shook your head, discarding the thoughts in your mind before you felt even worse about yourself. 

But that didn’t help. You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and stood up quickly. 

“Y/N-,” you cut her off by flinging her door open, letting it close behind you. The last thing you wanted to think about was that night. You crossed your arms, hugging yourself.  You looked up, quickly regretting it as you made eye contact with one Dustin’s friends, Max. You looked down, making your way quickly to the bathroom to calm down before your next class. Jason was in it, and the last thing you needed was for him to see you like this. 

Flinging the bathroom door open, you ran into one of the stalls, locking it and dropping your bag. The feeling to puke overcame you faster than you could process it, but your body went into autopilot, letting you drop to the floor hanging over the dirty school toilet. You chucked it all up, panting slightly as you tried to catch your breath. 

But your heart sank quickly as you looked up to see the entire bathroom dark, covered in a thick fog and what looked like black, sludgey vines. 

“What the-,” you began to think to yourself, but you were cut off by the sound of a clock ticking. Oh god… 

Then came a new sound, something sinister and dark that made your breath hitch in your throat. It was a low growl, moving closer to you, accompanied by the sounds of wet footsteps. You squeezed yourself between the toilet and the stall wall, fear overtaking your entire body. 

Your body shook violently, as you saw the source of the wet footprints walk slowly up to the stall you were in, stopping right in front. They matched the black sludge that filled the bathroom.The voice grew louder, raspier. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, and your hand gripped your mouth tight, trying to be silent. No matter what you did, it wasn’t enough, he was there, waiting… listening. The air felt tighter around you as you struggled to breathe. Your heart felt as if it stopped breathing, your chest feeling like it was about to cave in.

Just as you felt like you were about to pass out, suddenly the bathroom door opened, and just like that the bathroom was back to normal. You sobbed quietly, not wanting whoever just walked in to see you like this. 

“Are- are you okay?” A voice came from outside the stall. 

It was Max. Shit. 

“I’m fine, just go. Go!” You yelled, until she flew the door open to the bathroom and left. 

Normally, you would have felt bad for yelling at her, but you weren’t sure if this… thing was still here lurking in the shadows, and the last thing you needed was someone else to get hurt- or worse- at your expense again. 

You gathered yourself together as quickly as you could, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it to remove the mascara streaks down your cheeks. Luckily, it worked better than usual, and you were able to fix yourself up as if nothing happened. 

If only you could do that to your mind. 

As you left flung open the bathroom door, you ran right into someone, hard metal smacking right into your gut. 

It was Eddie Munson, his thick belt with chains the source of your abdominal pain. 

“Yo hey, watch where you’re going lady,” he joked, holding his arms out. 

“I’m sorry,” you responded timidly, not meeting his gaze. He was alone, his goons already in class. 

“Hey, it’s fine, I was just messing with you. Is everything okay?” He asked, noticing your tear stained cheeks. You looked up at him slowly, your breath hitching as you made eye contact with him. 

“Can I meet you after school… where Jason meets you?” You asked, hoping he understood what you were referencing. He smirked. 

“Do you know the spot?” 

“Yes, I think so.” 

“Alright, little lady. I’ll see you then,” he saluted you, before walking off to wherever he was going. 

You nodded your head, to really no one, and headed to class. 

The sound of twigs snapping under your feet set you on edge as you trudged further into the woods. It was roughly thirty minutes after school ended. You wanted to make sure Dustin had a way home, and you had to let Jason know you were going home instead of meeting them. He was reluctant to let you go home alone, but you insisted you would be fine. It was just a headache, you told him. If he only knew the truth, you were afraid he would never leave you alone. 

You made it to the picnic table in the woods, the spot where Eddie did his deals and where his group liked to party. Beer cans littered the table and various spots on the forest floor.

An uneasy feeling settled deep inside of you. You bunched up the hem of your skirt in your hands, looking around. Eddie wasn’t here yet. A light fog start to roll in. A twig snapped in the distance.

“Hello?” You called out, hoping nothing but Eddie called back in response. As you waited, listening, you began to hear the distant ticking of a clock. Looking to your right, you notice a giant grandfather clock, much like the one from your nightmare, embedded into a tree. 

You began to talk towards it, almost as if you were entranced by the fear. It continued to tick, your footsteps landing in synch with ever tick… tock… tick… tock…

As you stepped closer, you noticed the glass on the face began to break, spreading further until a small hole appeared in the middle. You held your breath in anticipation, waiting for the next move. Tiny black widows began to emerge, one by one, all over the clock. More and more spilled out from the hole. You began to back up, on the verge of hyperventilating when you ran into a hard body right behind you. 

Panicking, you turned to see who- or rather what- it was. 

Eddie. Just Eddie. 

“Woah, hey, hey, hey. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled but stopped immediately when he saw your face. You were white as a ghost, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and relief. 

Glancing back at the clock, you realized it wasn’t there anymore. The tree was normal again, the bark all in tact as if nothing was ever there. 

“… are you okay?”  He asked, looking around for any possible explanation as to why you were so scared.. 

Nodding your head, you took a deep breath. You could feel the tears trying to escape your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them. Using the sleeves of your cheer sweater, you wiped at the bottom of your eyes. 

Eddie’s lunchbox landed on the picnic table with a loud metal bang, making you jump slightly as you sat down across from it. Eddie could sense your uneasiness as he took his jacket off, noticing your leg shaking violently.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” he started, hoping he was calming you down. “No one ever comes out here. We’re safe. I promise.” 

“So, how does this work exactly?” You ask, finally looking up at him. His brown eyes were dark, but kind. Trustworthy. 

“Oh, you know, just like any other old sale, except cash only and for obvious reasons, no receipts.” He responded, smiling gently. 

You looked down, the uneasy feeling still not leaving. The events of what happened today were haunting your thoughts. You felt bad, not wanting Eddie to take it personally, but you couldn’t just explain it away either. 

“I’ll do you a half ounce for, 20. What do you say?” He held out a bag of weed. “Plenty of bang for your buck, should last you a while…” 

A twig snapped behind you, stealing your attention away from him and into the woods behind you. Fear gripped you, yet again, leaving you breathless and white as a ghost. But it was only a squirrel. 

Eddie grew impatient, thinking your fear was getting caught for either buying drugs, or being alone in the woods with him. 

“Hey, we don’t need to do this. Just give me the word and I’ll walk away.” He was annoyed, but mostly with himself. Why did he think this would go any differently than the popular Y/N being scared of being in the woods with him. He shook his head slightly. 

“No. It’s not that, I don’t want you to go,” you pleaded, quickly turning your attention back to him. If only he understood. Maybe you could try and put it in a way he could… 

“It’s just that… do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?” You ask, breathing heavily as you waited for his answer. He looked down trying to catch your gaze. When you gave it to him he smiled. 

“Uhh, you know, just like on a daily basis.” He chuckled. “I mean I feel like I’m losing my mind right now, doing a drug deal with Y/N Y/L/N the queen of Hawkins high.” 

The way he referred to you as queen sent shivers down your spine. It tingled, in a good way, and you stared at him trying to figure out why. 

“You know, this isn’t the first time we’ve hung out.”

“It’s not?” 

“You don’t remember?” 

“I’m sorry-,” 

“That’s okay,” he cut you off, feigning hurt and sadness. Suddenly, he grabbed his chest, falling backwards off of the picnic bench. You yelled out, gasping as he crawled to stand up and lean against a tree. 

“I wouldn’t remember me either Y/N. Honestly… do, do I have stuff in my hair?” He asked, shaking leaves out of his hair. You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped you. The comic relief easing your nerves instantly- exactly his intent. 

He continued, going on about the last time you hung out, for a talent show in middle school. The two of you reminisced over your acts, you doing a cheer, him playing with his band.  

It felt good to sit and talk to him, unbothered by the woods around you, the fear that once gripped your soul dissipated, replaced with happiness. Eddie felt good, knowing he had succeeded in getting you to loosen up. Your smile was radiant, contagious almost as you talked about his band. Your laughter rang lightly through the air, warming even the darkest parts of him. 

“You know… you’re not what I thought you’d be like.” You said, smiling up at him.

“Mean and scary?” He smirked, pulling strands of hair down to his lips in a cute manner. 

You nodded your head, chuckling slightly at his attempt to be less intimidating. 

“Yeah, well, I actually thought you’d be kind of mean and scary too.” He said. 

You laughed, the thought sounding ridiculous to you. You were aware the rest of your friends were just that… mean and scary. But after watching Dustin get bullied, you could never make anyone else feel that same way. 

“In other good news, flattery works for me. So twenty-five percent off the half. Fifteen bucks, you’re robbing me blind practically.” He chuckled, throwing down the bag of weed in front of you. 

You looked at it for a second, contemplating. Weed was nice, sure, but you weren’t quite sure it would do what you needed it to do this time. There were stories of weed amplifying some people’s anxiety, paranoia. You didn’t want to risk that. 

“Do you have anything, stronger?” You asked hesitantly, a little nervous about how he would respond. You looked up at him, hopefully that maybe he could see the desire to escape deep in your eyes. He looked hesitant, concerned, and a little sad before he finally responded. 

“Yeah, but it’s back at my place…” he trailed off. Now he was the one anxious, worried you might take his offer the wrong way. 

“Okay,” you replied, standing to your feet.

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𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉- 𝙴.𝙼. | 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

❝𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏.❞

❝𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒂𝒕.❞

Airhead, an Eddie Munson fanfic

Summary: You couldn't help but fall for the misunderstood bad boy. The second you met him, it's like you could feel your souls connect. He understood you in ways nobody else did. But when a dark demon begins to haunt Hawkins, everything you thought you knew was tested.

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Drug Usage, Death, Language

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Chapter One

Wordcount: 600 - just a short prologue this time <3

Fight or flight, such a simple concept, yet so utterly disturbing when faced with that decision. Do you run, hoping to make it to your safe zone safely, or do you stay and fight, putting all your might into defeating the threat in front of you, hoping you come out alive.

But there is a third option no one talks about: Freeze.

Fight, flight, or freeze.

That’s a more accurate phrase. When your body is too shocked at the sight before you to move, to fight or to flight. Too shocked to help you in any way, so you stand here, staring, not a single thought running through your mind besides: What. The. Fuck.

You never thought you would freeze.

But then again, you never thought you would see what you saw. “Monster” didn’t feel like the right term. It was something more sinister than that. Something more evil, more destructive.  

A creature so vile stood before you, moving closer inch by inch, its skin- if that’s what you could call it- was black, seemingly made of sludge. Its bony fingers grew, until they were long enough to wrap around your entire neck, squeezing hard. You gasped for air, trying to clutch at the wet hands around your throat.

“Join me…” it trailed off, its eyes turning a light blue as it reached its other hand above your head, causing you to look up.

“Join me…” it repeated, before bringing its bony fingers down into your eyes. The pain overwhelmed you.

You tried to scream, but the hand around your throat stopped sound from escaping. You began thrashing violently, hitting any part of the thing you could.

“Y/N” you heard it say, its voice was deep and raspy, but there was a twinge of familiarity in it.

“Y/N!” It said louder, this time the familiar voice was louder, more prominent. You felt like you were about to finally go, it was only getting harder and harder to gasp for what small amounts of air you could.

“Y/N!!” There it was again… his voice, so soft and soothing, yet demanding.

He sounded scared, panicked, hurt. Where was he? He wasn’t in the house with you, you were looking for him… did he finally find you?

“Wake up!!” Eddie yelled, shaking you violently. Your eyes flew open, and immediately you began gasping for air, clawing at your throat. Eddie sat back, completely scared shitless at what he just witnessed. Your skin had turned a ghastly white, before slowly turning purple, your heart had stopped beating completely. He had seen people overdose before, but this… this was different, and he knew it.

When you finally caught your breath, you turned to Eddie who was staring at the ground, completely shell shocked.

“Eddie?” You whispered, your hands moving to his face. He backed away slightly, before meeting your gaze, and crumpled into your arms. Tears streamed down his face as he violently shook, clutching on to you for dear life.

“I thought I had lost you,” he whispered.

“No, no, honey, never,” you encouraged, stroking your head.

But it didn’t come out as convincing as you had hoped, and Eddie noticed. You were shaking still as flashes of the creature began to flash in your mind.

“What is it?” He asked, moving so he was right in front of your face.

You hesitated to answer, too scared to even begin to describe it. It had to have been just a bad trip, there was no other logical explanation. You met his gaze, tears brimming your eyelids as you took in his petrified face, before whispering your answer to him.

“I don’t know.”

A/N: ahhhh this is so exciting to finally write a stranger things fanfc for you guys!!! I hope you like it <3

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