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turtleedovee · 2 years

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Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Chapter One: Some Cupid Kills with Arrows

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A/N: I’ve been obsessed with this boy and so decided to write a fic about him :)) this is a series so i’ll see when i’ll upload. once i’ve finished i will post it all on ao3. i have the first 3 chapters done so i’m hoping i can write more everyday but we’ll see! if you wanna be tagged lmk— I REALLY REALLY HOPE THIS DOESNT TURN INTO A FIX IT FIC FOR EDDIE

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Word Count: 1.7k

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There was no way she would be able to help Eddie Munson, he was practically incapable of learning anything academic. He spent most of his time in class sleeping or doodling in his notebook or just not showing up.

People called him Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, while she wouldn’t go that far it was hard to not think poorly of him, he didn’t exactly give off welcoming vibes.

She didn’t know what she was going to do. If he failed again who knows how this will affect her grade; but there was no other way to get around.

She sighed and stuck her head inside her locker, grabbing the notebook she needed. She threw her locker door shut when suddenly a face that wasn’t there before appeared behind it.

“Hi there.”

Eddie Munson.

“Ms. O’Donnell you can not be serious?” Her voice going shrill.

“Oh I assure you Miss. (L/N) I most definitely am.”

She scoffed, not being able to believe what her teacher was asking of her.

“So let me just get this straight: you’re asking me to tutor— oh no, sorry not tutor but tame Eddie Munson? The same one who failed your class two times before?”

Ms. O’Donnell never looked up from the worksheets she was grading, “That’s correct dear.” She sighed and took off her glasses and rested them on her chest, “Look I’ll be perfectly frank: Mr. Munson is a good boy. He just lacks the dedication and all he needs is… a push in the right direction.”

“More like a bulldoze.” (F/N) mumbled under her breath, pinching the bridge of her nose she made one last final ditch attempt to try and get out of tutoring the un-tutorable.

“Isn’t there anyone else who could do this? You know what my schedule looks like.”

“You’re one of my best students (F/N)! I know you can do this.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Well let’s just say that your participation grade in my class might be affected if you refuse to cooperate.”

She groaned.

“Eddie is your classmate. If you refuse to help him then you are in clear violation of my syllabus and I’ll have to hold you accountable.”

(F/N) huffed, there was no way she was getting out of this.

“Fine.” She stood up from her chair and began making her way out of the classroom, feeling as if she just made a deal with the devil.

“Oh good!” Ms. O’Donnell grinned, “I’ll have Eddie get in contact with you.”

She gave her best fake smile, and let the door to her room slam shut.

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She threw open her locker, slightly flinching at the sound it made as it collided with the other lockers around it.

People called him Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, while she wouldn’t go that far it was hard to not think poorly of him, he didn’t exactly give off welcoming vibes.

She didn’t know what she was going to do. If he failed again who knows how this will affect her grade; but there was no other way to get around.

She sighed and stuck her head inside her locker, grabbing the notebook she needed. She threw her locker door shut when suddenly a face that wasn’t there before appeared behind it.

“Hi there.”

Eddie Munson.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” She flinched.

He stood there, leaning against the wall of lockers, a lazy smirk plastered over his face, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He wore a leather jacket and paired it with a denim vest, his long curly brown hair hung just below his shoulders.

“Woah you kiss your mother with that mouth?” He crossed his arms over his chest, the assorted rings shone across his nimble hands.

She sent a glare his way, “Not funny Munson.” She started walking away and much to her disappointment, he followed after her.

“So, a little birdy told me you’re the lucky lady who’s gonna tutor me.”

“I wouldn’t use the word lucky but sure.” She kept walking trying to keep her eye rolling to a minimum.

“Ouch. Who knew the princess of Hawkins High would be so snarky.”

“Look Munson,” She turned on her heel to stare directly at him, she jabbed her finger at him, “I’m only doing this because Ms. O’Donnell was on my ass about helping you out, I’m not here to play games or babysit you; so if you’re not gonna take this seriously don’t waste my time.” She turned around but not before looking back at him, “And don’t you ever call me princess again.”

She didn’t notice the look of disbelief on Eddie’s face, nor did she notice how he rolled her eyes at her.

“Look, you think I wanted this? I didn’t want a tutor but teach said it was the only way for me to get a passing grade.”

“Well then I guess we’re stuck with each other.” She spat.

They both made their way to the front of the school and she sighed, she knew she had to make some effort to help him out.

“Listen, I was being serious about what I said: I’m not here to babysit, if you’re not gonna take this seriously tell me now.”

“Hey, I am serious about this.” He put his right hand over his heart, “Scout's honor.”

She rolled her eyes, “Whatever. Let’s plan a schedule,” She sat down on a nearby bench, crossing her legs and pulling out her planner. Eddie followed suit and leaned back and sprawled over the bench.

“I have debate team on Mondays and I work Tuesdays and Thursdays, which leaves me,” She looked meticulously over her schedule, she didn’t realize how spread thin she would be adding this to her schedule, “I can tutor you Wednesdays and Fridays after school. If you need it I can—”

“Woah woah— gonna have to stop you right there missy,” He leaned next to her, a little too close to her, “Fridays are no good, I have Hellfire club.”

“Hellfire?”

“Yeah you know, we play D&D. I got my big campaign coming in a few weeks and I can not miss any of the meetings.” He looked over her shoulder pointing at the Fridays listed in her calendar. She glanced down and looked at his shirt, a form of the devil with long horns, a pair of dice and two assorted weapons.

“Ok sure, but we’re going to need to meet more than once a week if you want any chance at passing.”

“Aw have a little faith (L/N).” She sent him a glare, “Fine, I’m good for weekends.” He said with a defeated tone.

(F/N) hummed, “I work weekends but you can meet me after my shift ends.”

“Great.” Faux enthusiasm laced Eddie’s voice.

“I don’t like this either Munson, but like it or not we’re stuck with each other so get all of your complaining out of the way now.”

“Yeah, the freak being paired with the priss of all of Hawkins, gotta be the start of some sick joke.”

“Okay just so you know ‘priss’ is not a step up from princess, so I’d say you lose the nicknames.”

“Or what?” He taunted

Oh was he really trying to play this game

She wasted no time grabbing a fist full of his Hellfire shirt and pulling him directly into her eye line, “Keep up with those nicknames and I swear to god I will knock your ass into next Tuesday so fast you won’t be able to walk straight for a month.”

He smirked, “Are you threatening me? Because I gotta be honest, Little Miss Wise Ass doesn’t scare me.”

“No, don't worry, this isn’t a threat. It’s a promise. I got a lot riding on this tutoring gig Munson so you better not fuck me over.”

He scoffed, despite her tight hold on his shirt he sat upright, towering over her, “Well it’s good to know I have that power over you.”

She growled, roughly letting him go she turned to a blank page in her notebook and began scribbling in it. She tore out the page and shoved it to his chest.

“Here’s my info, meet me at the library tomorrow after school, don’t be late.” She walked to her car, already late for work.

“Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart!” He yelled back at her, and watched her make her way to her car and drive off. He uncrumpled the piece of paper she shoved his way and looked the information

(F/N) (L/N).

He chuckled, shoving it in his pocket he made his way through the parking lot and into his van.

This was gonna be fun.

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“I am going to kill Eddie Munson.” The cash register dinged, allowing her to count the money they made during the last couple of grueling hours. Since it was a Tuesday they weren’t that busy but that didn’t mean that the customers that did come in weren’t terrible.

“Sounds like fun weekend plans” Robin quipped as she put back returned VHS tapes.

“I get that he’s the town freak but why exactly do you wanna kill him?” Steve entered from the back, stocking up on the latest releases.

“He just…” She groaned, picturing his stupid face and his stupid antics, “Ms. O’Donnell is making me tutor him so he can finally pass her class and graduate.”

“Isn’t that like your thing though?” Robin asked.

“What is?”

“You tutor people? If you hadn’t saved my ass in chem last year I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

“She’s not wrong about that.” Steve mumbled.

“It wouldn’t be so much of a problem if he wasn’t such a pain in my ass.”

“I hear he’s actually not that bad of a dude.” Steve interjected.

“Seriously? And what reliable source gave you this information.”

“Henderson,” Dustin Henderson? (F/N) looked at him puzzled nodding for him to continue, “He’s in that stupid Hellfire club. Apparently Eddie is his Dungeon Master?— I don’t know it's nerd stuff.”

“Stuff you should be well acquainted with Mr. Harrington.” Robin joked.

“Hey I don’t need this from you, I’m tired. I'll see you two lovely ladies on Thursday.” Steve grabbed his bag and saluted the two of you as he left the dimly lit Family Video Store.

“He’s not wrong,” Robin heaved, lifting the box of returned tapes and putting them in the back, “Maybe you have Eddie pegged wrong. I mean we used to think Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington was an asshole.”

“And we were right.” (F/N) continued.

“Yes, great point, however, he’s not an asshole anymore!” Robin grinned, allowing for (F/N) to chuckle.

“I guess you’re right.” She looked at the pile and the rest of the store, “We’re all good here?”

“Yup! See you tomorrow, good luck taming the untamable.” Robin shouted in a spooky voice.

On the car ride home she thought about what her friends said. Maybe he wasn’t that bad, and if Steve can second hand vouch for him well then what was the worst that could happen?

A/N: lemme know what you think!

#strangerthingsseason4 #stranger things #season 4 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #enemies to lover #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #everybody wants to rule the world

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blitzstoneduh · 2 years

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Byler News!! (LEAKED SPOILER)

The Duffer brothers just sent me a personal dm saying that byler is confirmed! Congrats everyone!!!!!

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alexanderzazilart · 2 years

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Steddie

Planeo dibujar esto de forma más elaborada después, pero por ahora solo dejare los bocetos UwU

A veces Eddie es cursi :v

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dear-old-sputniks-friend · 2 years

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forgot to post this for a while

#art #artist #artistontumblr #originalart #digitalart #fanart #strangerthings #strangerthings4 #strangerthingsfanart #strangerthingsseason4 #willbyers #mikewheeler #mikexwill #byler #bylerfanart

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netflix · 2 years

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Trauma monster coming through. whole timeline duck and cover!!!

#StrangerThingsSeason4 #The Upside Down #Stranger Things Cast #dailystrangerthings #Stranger Source #strangerthingscentral

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hellfireclubpres · 1 year

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Arm Candy

You were panting like a bitch in heat. Every single noise coming out of you controlled. Controlled by the one person you’d spent years hating. A hated so strong, so feral that when finally broke, the two of you became an entangled mess. One. The whole experience was that of a religious awakening. For sure, you thought you met God. Shook their hand. Kneeled before them. The things you were feeling, of that you couldn’t fully comprehend. The mixture of pure unadulterated pain and out right pleasure in the hands of somebody else went straight to your head. This is wrong. He’s waiting for me just inside and I’m here, you thought to yourself. Fighting back and forth. An angel on one shoulder, and the smug, sick, grin of none other than Eddie Munson on the other. Grabbing you by the throat, the way your boyfriend never would, and forced you on your knees. Worship me. You remember what lead to this moment, exactly how you ended up in the back of Eddie’s van, hands bound with the belt Eddie wore everyday. You were sick on the inside. Mentally fucked. So as the freak that was growling over the back of your neck like some kind of monster said freak defeated in his nerd game, you replayed the encounter in your head. As best you could.

“I don’t really understand why you continue to come here when all you do is walk around and never actually rent anything, Munson.” You huffed from behind the Family Video store counter, latest book on your list of reads tucked tightly in your hands, eyes peaking from above the book as you watched the town freak make his way to the counter. You truly couldn’t stand him. Disliked him to the highest degree. Not that you had a reason to, other than the basics. He was obnoxious. Expressive. Attention seeking. In your face. Need I go on? Eddie was everything you weren’t. You were shy. Soft spoken. Anxious all hours of the day. The only thing keeping you relatively calm working in the public was the ability to get lost in your books from time to time. Stories of fearless leaders. Those unafraid of life itself. Stories of those who looked danger in the face, winked at it and laughed like they’d heard the funniest joke in the world. You were not them. They were the sun and you were the moon. North and South pole.

“I need to rent something just to come in here now?” Eddie asked, his vision glued to a VHS cover. On it, a man with sharp talons, hand spread out of a person on a bed, red letters plastered on the bottom of the cardboard. Eddie adjusted his view from the tape, scanning the showroom floor behind fixing his gaze on you. You were disgusted. Truly and deeply repulsed. ‘Why did he have to come in here during my shift?’ Eddie abandoned the horror section, slowly making his way to the counter. He kept his gaze off of you during his slow stroll up to the front counter. Peering at the movies on the shelf that he’d pass by, almost as though he was actually interested. This was all a show, for you. A game he was starting. He knew you were watching him. Tracking his every move, and he’d be lying if he said his jeans weren’t growing tight at the attention.

“Well I don’t see a sign that states I have to rent something to be here.” He finally reaches the counter you’re standing behind, resting his forearms on top of it, resting his body lightly against the side of the register. You shifted your book in your hands slightly, now able to see Eddie’s face, if you decide to look up from the paper back. He’s drumming loudly against the wooden counter, keeping his eyes locked on you as he does so. He knows he’s annoying you. Wallowing in the buttons of yours he’s pushing. You’re seething by the new found proximity, though the counter is in between you, you can clearly make out different aspects of his face. Thin eyebrows slightly covered by dark bangs. Laugh lines lingering around his mouth. Small nose. Full lips. His smell. Some cheap cologne in a poor attempt at masking Marlboro Reds. The pack pultruding from his vest pocket. Your matching pack sitting pretty in your smock. You hated the closeness. Hated it even more when in the small depths of your mind, you were using all of your brain power to move the counter from between your bodies.

“Plus, I know you like when I come around sweetheart, you’re too easy to read.” He smiled. Not the kind of smile that gave you butterflies and sent your heart aflame. No. The kind of smile that a beast flashes its prey right before devouring it whole. The kind of smile that was slow and gradual. Made your insides burn. Your hands shake. Your knees weak. ‘The fucking counter.’ “This isn’t a hang out Munson, this is a video rental stor-”

“Then lets hang out. Lets finally sit and talk. Unpack all the unhealthy hatred you have towards me, see if I can change your mind, yeah?” Eddie’s eyes were practically undressing you, slowly analyzing your body. Taking in each item of clothing, sliding it off slowing and tossing it to the side. You felt small under his gaze. Like a wounded rabbit before a hungry dog. You squinted your eyes a bit, taking the request, unpacking it and working your brain around the words. Eddie wanted to hang out. To be alone. To find out why, on God’s green Earth, you couldn’t stand him. Like it was some fucking mystery. It was stupid. It was ridiculous. It was a horrible idea.

“A lot of people don’t like you Munson, we actually have a fan club, t-shirts and all.” He smiled, the same mile wide smile he always flashed you in school after making yet another fool of himself atop the lunch tables. He was putting on a show for everyone. For you. “Do you try to unpack everyone’s baggage? Try to get into the minds of those who dislike you and push their buttons just a little more?”

“Only those that are worthy of unpacking.”

You scoffed. ‘The fuck was that suppose to mean?’ You stood in silence, brows furrowed. Your mind in a million different places.

“Tonight then. Hellfire’s done at 10, swing by the theater and we’ll talk, unless Carver needs you as arm candy for the game?”

Flashing yet another smile that was surely causing your thighs to tighten, he pushed himself from the counter and made his way to the front door of the store. Only stopping to throw a, “And if you really didn’t want to go, you would have said no. See you then sweetheart.” Door shut behind him. The loud roar of his shit van starting up and you were speechless and practically soaked. Where did he get off on telling you what you were or were not doing? You were going to talk to him. Put him in his place and leave. That was it.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddiemunson #stranger things #strangerthing #strangerthingsseason4 #stranger things season 4 #melblurb

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sipsthecoffee · 2 years

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#strangerthings #strangerthingsseason4 #steve harrington #max mayfield #dustin henderson #robin buckley #lucas sinclair #trending #netflix #Stranger things season 4 new images

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munsnz · 2 years

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Eddie Munson my beloved

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enchantingqueenkitten · 2 years

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It is Over Eleven. You have Freed Me. - Stranger Things 4 Volume 2

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I don't understand who Stranger Things S4 expects to take them seriously, with this guy as the villain

#stranger things #it miniseries #it 1990 #miniseries eddie #dennis christopher #henry creel #strangerthingsseason4 #isweartheyarethesamepeople #grrr

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turtleedovee · 2 years

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Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Chapter Five: Something Wicked this Way Comes

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A/N: heyy sorry this took so long to get out, work is tiring and while i had the time i was too sleepy sorry. im gonna try to update at least once a week, but hopefully i can update more frequently. i hope you guys enjoy this chapter it is the LOOONGEST one yet!! very happy about that anyways thats it enjoy!

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: brief mentions of abuse, cursing (if anything else lmk)

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They finally got to the house. (F/N) put the car into park, took the keys out of the ignition, and just sat there.

Staring out the windshield.

No one dared to say anything.

She was reeling.

“So…” She spoke quietly, “All the crap that’s plagued Hawkins for the last few years… was because of some monsters with DnD names, from a world— underneath Hawkin; and the only way they could be defeated was by another 15 year old… who could move things… with her mind.”

“Pretty much.” Dustin said.

Turning to Robin, her best friend since middle school, “And you never thought to tell me all this?”

“I didn’t think it was important?” Her voice squeaked her statement like a question.

“You were kidnapped and interrogated by Russians and battled a dust cloud at the mall and you didn’t think it was important?” Robin winced.

“Look, none of that matters now.” Dustin tried to divert the conversation.

“I think it matters a little bit.” (F/N) breathed out.

She was 100% certain that she broke about several traffic laws in order to get to the video store as fast as she did.

She was even more certain when she pulled into the parking lot like a crazy person and ran out of her car at the speed of light.

Pushing open the door with such force everyone jumped at the shriek of the bell, “Where the hell is Eddie?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out!” Dustin, the first to snap out of his shock, answered her. Steve, Robin and the other assortment of children still stared at her like a crazy person.

“Tell us everything you know.”

Her brain started working as fast as it could, “We were supposed to meet for a tutoring session during lunch yesterday but he canceled because he said he had a deal with someone.”

“Did he say who?” Max Mayfield, one of Dustin’s friends, asked.

She shook her head, trying to piece any missing puzzle piece she could, “No! No he didn’t. He told me he would meet with me later that night but he never showed— and can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on!?” Her voice grew desperate, everything was happening too fast.

Steve nudged his head over to the tv that was hanging up, the news was on, “See for yourself.”

Looking at it, her stomach dropped.

“For those of you just tuning in, horror has struck Hawkins once again. High schooler and cheer captain Chrissy Cunningham has been found brutally murdered in the Hawkins Trailer Park. Hawkins PD has yet to comment on the situation and release information but it is said they have a list of potential suspects. We will keep you all updated but once again the information is being released at a slow and steady pace.”

All of a sudden she couldn’t breathe.

Murder?

No, there was no way. Eddie was capable of a lot of things but he would never hurt a fly, much less mutilate someone.

“I saw him with her.” Max spoke up.

“She looked nervous. After a few minutes, I heard screaming, and the lights flickering. And I saw him run to his van and drive away, like he was scared.

“Probably freaked out over what he did.” Steve chimed in.

“Dude.” Dustin nudged him, “Eddie didn’t kill Chrissy, and right now all we know is that he’s on the run and we don’t know where he is.” He turned his attention back to (F/N) who was still trying to process all of this information, “Do you have any idea where he might’ve gone?”

Sighing, “No I mean— I tutored him but we weren’t close I don’t—” And that’s when it hit her.

“What… what is it?” Dustin could sense the wheels turning.

Of course!

“Come with me, now.” She didn’t say another word, and rushed out of the store, Robin, Steve, Dustin and Max following in tow.

“Get in!” All of them began squishing into her car as she slammed the gas and began to go to the one place only she and Eddie knew about.

“Woah woah! Okay— can you please tell us where we’re going?!” Steve shouted as he was stuck between the two children, Robin calling shotgun.

“Reefer Ricks.” She said distantly, trying to get to where they needed to be as fast as she could.

“How do you know where that stoner lives?” Robin asked.

‘I don’t give my supply to just anyone… much less a freshman in highschool.” He spat.

“Look jackass, that school is crawling with deprived sheeple looking for some fun, and it’s not like you’d be giving me the heavy stuff right? So what’s the harm?”

He thought it over, “Fine. But it better not bite me in the ass. I got people, people powerful enough to end your little school girl life before it even begins, got it?”

He leaned in and stared her down menacingly, she didn’t dare speak and instead opted to nod, he finally backed off from her and gave her enough weed to deal to the entire school.

“Eddie took me there once for a study session, said he needed to restock.” She lied.

“You seem very eager to find Eddie.” Max noted.

“You sure you guys were only studying.” Dustin spoke suggestively.

“Dustin I swear to god if you make a comment like that again I will drop your ass out of this car and you can find Eddie on your own.”

“Woah— hey!” Dustin shouted.

“I’m sorry, how do you know him, and how do you know him well enough to be threatening a 15 year old like that?” Robin asked.

She scoffed, “Back in the day Dustin was one of the first kids I babysat, you were a cute kid, but you had a dirty mouth. And by the looks of it… you still do.”

“Tell me about it.” Steve mumbled, to which Dustin just elbowed him, starting an argument in the backseat.

“Look it doesn’t matter all right, what matters is that one of you is going to explain to me how the hell you’re so sure that Eddie didn’t really commit a felony and you’re gonna do it before we get to Ricks. So someone better start talking before I ram this car into a tree!” She shouted over them, stunning them all into silence, hoping that one of them could explain what the hell was going on.

Max was the first one to speak up.

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“Eleven was able to defeat the Mind Flayer, but in the end… we couldn’t save everyone.” Max finished, her voice strained with emotion.

They finally got to the house. (F/N) put the car into park, took the keys out of the ignition, and just sat there.

Staring out the windshield.

No one dared to say anything.

She was reeling.

“Pretty much.” Dustin said.

Turning to Robin, her best friend since middle school, “And you never thought to tell me all this?”

“I didn’t think it was important?” Her voice squeaked her statement like a question.

“You were kidnapped and interrogated by Russians and battled a dust cloud at the mall and you didn’t think it was important?” Robin winced.

“Look, none of that matters now.” Dustin tried to divert the conversation.

“I think it matters a little bit.” (F/N) breathed out.

“We have other problems to deal with so can we table this for another time?” Dustin asked impatiently.

She looked at him, noticing the distress in his eyes and decided to drop it.

They all got out of her car and began wandering around the house, searching for any sign of life.

“Are you sure Reefer Rick isn’t here?” Steve asked cautiously as he made his way around the house, looking through every window.

‘Don’t think I forgot our deal, bitch! You’re dead meat!” He yelled into the sky, she hid in the boathouse, waiting for the cops to take him away to prison.

“Yeah I’m sure.” Her voice sounded grave, but luckily no one noticed.

They walked around the surrounding woods for about ten minutes, each minute passing by they each felt the dread that Eddie wasn’t here.

“Eddie! Eddie!” Dustin cupped his hands around his mouth as he shouted for his friend.

Slapping his arm Steve hissed, “Shh! Do you want us to get caught? If we’re found looking for a potential murder suspect imagine what the police will do to us.”

The rest of the team reconvened, Dustin ignored Steve and turned to (F/N) who was walking along with Robin, “Anything?”

“Nope. He’s nowhere to be found.” Robin answered for her.

“I thought you knew he’d be here!”

“I did!” She answered defensively, “But maybe…” Her eyes scanned the whole house and the rest of the forest when her eyes landed on something…

She hid in the boat house.

Without saying another word she began walking towards the one place the team hadn’t checked.

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“Anything?” She asked as the group finally got inside the boat house.

They all started looking around, there was dust everywhere, like it hadn’t been used in a very long time, rust covered the rods holding up the boat.

“Nope. This is pointless.” Dustin sighed.

“Wait—” All heads turned to Max, who was looking at something on a desk

Food Wrappers.

“He was here.” She breathed, a sliver of hope landed in her chest.

“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran.” Robin added, as both her and Max eyed the crumbs of food that was left.

Crackling noise began to fill the room as Steve grabbed an oar and began prodding the tarp on the boat.

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked exasperated.

“What? He might be hiding in here.” Steve said as if it made perfect sense.

“Oh don’t worry everyone, if Eddie pops out he can protect us with this oar.” Sarcasm dripped in Dustin’s voice as he looked at the rest of the group.

Christ, this kid hasn’t changed.

“Ha ha very funny. But considering almost everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the—”

Before he could finish, a figure jumped through and attacked Steve, pinning him to the wall of the room holding a broken beer bottle against his throat.

“Woah woah, wait wait!” Steve pleaded not wanting to risk fighting back.

Eddie

He looked mostly alright, a little disheveled but physically he looked fine, however his eyes told a different story.

Despite the hold he had on Steve his hands were shaking and his once soft eyes were hardened with fear and confusion.

It broke her heart.

“Eddie! Eddie! It’s me. It’s Dustin.” Dustin shouted, Eddie’s head turned sharply causing (F/N) to wince, the fear in his and Steve’s eyes made her heart race in fear, she instinctively put her hands out, as if that would help.

“This is Steve. He’s not gonna hurt you right, Steve?”

Steve tried nodding, and weakly agreed, but Eddie would not move the broken bottle.

“Steve.” She slowly walked closer, now lining up with Dustin, her voice deadly calm. “Drop the oar.”

Steve glanced at her like she was crazy, but she only repeated herself, “Steve. Drop. The. Oar.”

He finally listened, the sound of it falling causing her to flinch.

But he still gripped onto Steve, unsure if he should trust their word.

“What’re you doing here?” Eddie asked, his voice cracking.

“We’re looking for you.” Dustin jumped back in, “We’re here to help. We believe you.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, “And you?” His attention shifted to (F/N), “You here to help too, or are you gonna send my ass to the police station.”

Steve groaned as the beer bottle came dangerously close to his neck.

“Easy.” Dustin lightly nudged her.

“Look Eddie, you’re a lot of things: you’re stubborn, sometimes a bit irritating, you like to invade my personal space, and sometimes you do this weird thing—”

“Is this really helping?!” Panic rose in Steve’s voice gritting his teeth.

“Right sorry,” She apologized, never having been in a hostage situation. She really was grasping at straws trying to help Steve, “but you’re also kind, and caring. And— and all you wanna do is make people smile,” His grip on Steve loosened.

“So yeah, I believe you. Whatever it is that happened, I believe you.” She slowly walked closer to him, staring him in the eyes, making sure he understood that she meant every word.

“But you’re gonna have to let Steve go if you want our help to prove your innocence. You’re already accused of one murder, you don’t want the next one to be actually on you.” She tried for a weak laugh but it died in her throat.

There was a slight pause, the fear and panic behind Eddie’s eyes seemed to grow smaller, fighting with himself whether or not to believe her.

The tension was palpable, but in the end, he let Steve go. As soon as his grip loosened on his Steve bolted to the other side of the room, a collective exhale discharged the tense situation.

Quickly checking on Steve to make sure he was okay, she glanced back at Eddie. The fear and panic was now replaced with something worse, he slid down on the wall, eyes unmoving.

Dustin tried reaching for him to let go of the bottle, but his grip tightened.

“Eddie.” His voice at a whisper, “We just wanna talk.”

He shook his head, his eyes glassy, brimming with tears, “You’re never gonna believe me.”

“Try us.” Max said, catching Eddie off guard.

He looked at her, then (F/N), pursing her lips she slightly nodded.

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As Eddie told everyone what happened she couldn’t help but be mortified at what Eddie had seen.

“Her… her bones just started—” He winced, shutting his eyes, no doubt reliving whatever it is he saw.

“They started to crack, and— and her eyes, it was like they were being pulled through from inside her.” He stuttered out, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“And I didn’t know what to do so… so I just ran.” His raspy voice sounded desperate and was hit with the realization… that he left her.

Eddie Munson was a lot of things. He had an active imagination, stubborn, snarky, and loved to push peoples buttons… but he was no murderer.

The things he described… The things that happened to Chrissy were too terrible for anyone, especially Eddie to do. He was innocent.

He glanced at everyone, holding his breath, waiting for someone to start calling him crazy and a killer.

“You all think I’m crazy don’t you?”

“We believe you.” Dustin was the first to speak.

“Don’t bullshit me man!” Eddie screamed in frustration, “I know what it sounds like.”

Dustin sighed, he looked at the rest of the group, mentally battling with himself if he should reveal to Eddie what they have been through.

“You know how people say Hawkins is… ‘cursed’? Well they’re not, totally, wrong.” Dustin began explaining to him what had happened over the course of the last few years. The Demogoron, the Mind Flayer, and now he guessed: a new opponent.

“Did you see any particles or clouds of dust?”

“Nah man, it was nothing you could see or touch! She couldn’t move. I tried to wake her up but it was like she was in a trance.”

“A trance…” (F/N) could see the gears turning in Dustin’s head, “Or a spell.”

This caught Eddie’s attention, finally looking up at him he understood what he meant.

“A curse.”

“Vecna’s curse.” Dustin and Eddie shared a grave and knowing look, looking back at the once wonderful memory of a great campaign, now coming back as a terrible form of foreshadowing in their lives.

“An undead creature with great power. A spell caster.” Eddie sat up, letting the words sink in.

“A dark wizard.” Dustin added, the rest of the group glanced around each other with confusion in their eyes.

Max breathed, trying to summarize what their plan should be, “So, to prove Eddie’s innocence, the only thing we have to do is find this creature—”

“Vecna.” Dustin cleared up.

“And kill it.” She glared at him.

“Oh, the only thing.” (F/N) added.

“But all the gates are closed, if it’s really this creature— Vecna— how did he manage to get through to our world.” Steve asked.

“I don’t know, but he did.” Dustin shook his head, “But if he was able to get in—”

“Then there has to be a way to find him as well.” Robin finished the thought.

“And you—” Eddie turned to (F/N), “you believe all of this?”

Suddenly all eyes were on her, she felt her skin crawl; Dustin, who looked at her with pleading eyes, and Steve, Robin, and Max, all holding their breaths, waiting for her to deny what they said and call them crazy.

Eddie needed her word of confirmation, she didn’t know why, but if he got it, maybe it would make all the difference.

She licked her lips nervously and chose her next words carefully, “Too many crazy things have happened in Hawkins these last few years that the government just explained away, almost too easily. It’s hard not to wonder if there was something more to it. So… yeah I believe them. If they’ve gone against stuff like this three times before, odds are they aren’t crazy.” She let out a weak chuckle, wringing her wrists, “And plus, I had about a 5 minute head start to knowing all of this before you, so yeah, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.”

He nodded slowly, “Alright… So what do we do next?”

“We do what we always do.” Dustin nodded confidently, “We research, we plan, and we attack.” Everyone nodded.

Their plan was simple: find Nancy and try to figure out where and how Vecna got into Hawkins without any gates they know about. Everyone had a job, but (F/N) wasn’t too sure about going with them.

“I’ll stay here with Eddie.” She said without a second thought.

“What?” Steve, Dustin, and Eddie all said in unison.

“Look,” She turned to Dustin and Steve, “you guys have more experience with this ‘monster hunting’ deal than me. If I come with you then I’ll just slow you guys down. At least if I’m here I can make sure Eddie doesn’t get hurt.”

“What is it, princess, you don’t trust I can take care of myself?” Looks like he was back in a joking mood.

Rolling her eyes she turned to him, “No, I don’t trust the people in this town. They’re not stupid, most will put two and two together and assume you are the one who murdered Chrissy, and when they come for your head, they won’t come empty handed.”

“And you have experience dealing with angry mobs?” Steve asked sarcastically.

‘You did this.’ He seethed, squeezing her neck. ‘You’re gonna pay for ratting me out.’

Even with the lack of air, she was still able to get one final word in, “Eat shit.”

Well, maybe two.

She used all of her strength and kicked him where it hurt, as he doubled over his grip loosened on her and she wasted no time pushing him off her and punching him in the nose.

She ran as far as she could.

“More like assholes with a bone to pick,” She shrugged and made her way to the boat,” and like Dustin said; I’ll just use one of your moves and beat their ass with an oar. What could go wrong?”

“Famous last words.” Robin mumbled.

Shooting a glare her way she turned back to Steve, “Look I can handle myself ok? You guys go do what you’re good at, I’ll be here on the RT unit if needed.”

Steve still looking unconvinced he turned to Dustin, who merely shrugged,

“Two heads are better than one.” She gave him a small smile.

Sighing, Steve threw his hands up in the air, “Fine! But we’ll be back.”

“With food!—” Eddie added, throwing his arm lazily around her shoulder, “Running from the law gets you hungry.”

“Sure food, whatever, play it safe.” He turned to her, still looking unsure he sighed, and finally walked away with the rest of the group, waiting for the hunt to begin.

“Steve seems to give a big shit about you.”

She looked at Eddie, it had been only a few minutes since the rest of the group left, they both had just sat down on opposite sides of the room, her eyes frozen looking out the window her friends had left, reeling after everything.

“Steve’s my friend.” She clarified.

“Never said he wasn’t.” He still hadn’t looked up, fiddling around with his rings.

She just shook her head, not even bothering to respond.

“So—”

Oh dear god

“Now that it’s just us, tell me: do you honestly believe I didn’t do it.”

She looked away from the window, finding him looking at her, his eyes desperately trying to pull a response from her.

She turned her whole body to him, “The things you described. What happened to Chrissy. It’s not something a person could… do. Much less you.”

She paused, watching his reaction, his face as unmoving.

“So yeah, I believe you. I mean, we’ve only known each other for a few weeks but, I think that’s enough time to know whether or not someone’s a murder.”

He smiled at that, it was a small one, barely reached his eyes, but knowing she was able to make him feel better made her chest feel warm.

But just as quickly as it came, it disappeared.

“Why’d you stay.” He asked quietly

She looked back at him, his posture changed, there was a hard look in his eyes.

“I told you why.” She said, wondering where this conversation was going.

“Yeah but like you said, you’ve only known me for a few weeks.” He scoffed, “You’d probably feel more comfortable with your ‘best friend’ Steve.”

She turned her entire body away from the window, now aggravated, “What is it with you and Steve? I told you, they know what they’re doing, they don’t need me getting in the way.”

“So what? Are you just doing this for sympathy?” He stood up and leaned against the wall.

“No what— where is this coming from?” She thought back on the conversation, wondering where it all went wrong.

“Whatever.” He muttered and began walking away.

“No.” She got up as well and made her way towards him, “Don’t walk away, what do you have against Steve?”

“C’mon,” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, scoffing at her question as if it was so obvious as to why he had something against Steve.

“You can’t act like he wasn’t a douche-bag in high school, what, all of a sudden he’s cool? Yeah I don’t think so.”

She rolled her eyes, “Steve’s changed, he ditched Tommy and became a better person.”

“Look whatever, I don’t need you here alright?” He spat, “You can go back to your friends and I’ll be fine on my own.”

Again, he began walking away, but she wasn’t having it.

Grabbing his arm she turned him around to face her, “I don’t know what your problem is Munson but I’m here to help. I don’t know why all of a sudden you’re acting weird about Steve but he just wants to help, he’s my friend and that’s that. Got it?” She looked at him dead in the eyes.

She clenched her jaw, all of a sudden extremely aware of how close he was to her.

He seemed to notice too and took a step back, “Whatever.” He turned around and left the boat house, making his way to the main house.

Groaning, she covered her face.

How did it go so wrong so fast?

All of a sudden, it got quiet, too quiet.

“Don’t think I forgot about our deal, you’re dead meat bitch.” A voice, one she hadn’t heard in a long time whispered in her ear.

As if he were right behind her.

She whipped her head up and turned around so fast she lost her footing and backed up into the wall. Breathing heavily her eyes scanned over the whole room, but there was no one else in sight.

He’s gone.

He’s in jail.

You’re okay.

She took a deep breath, calming her nerves. She started to head out of the boat house, starting to come up with an apology for Eddie.

But she was too lost in what she wanted to say to notice a subtle sound echoing in the distance.

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock…

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