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onlymexsarah · 2 years

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you make eddie strong in his weakest moment // aka a quick fix it fic for that rotten ass finale

You could see it happen, just meters away from you. Just far enough that you couldn’t do anything but scream his name as you watched him get swarmed by the bats. Even though your limbs were heavy with exhaustion and your legs protested, you ran to him, using your modified trash can lid as a shield and spearing the fuckers away. You couldn’t focus on anything but Eddie, lying prone on the ground, and you swung your arm and stabbed a bat right through the heart.

The bats dissipated, and you were left alone with Eddie. Even though you felt like absolute shit, you knew that he was in worse shape, gashes on his sides and throat. You instantly abandoned your weapons and knelt down beside him, and you pulled his head into your lap. “Munson?” you whispered, and his eyes flickered as he looked at you. He was not doing too good. “Hey, there’s my guy. We’re gonna get you help, okay?”

“No,” Eddie mumbled, his voice gurgling a bit. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” you told him. “We’re gonna stand up and go back to the trailer, and we’re gonna get you help. You don’t have a choice, Ed.” You tried to control the shaking in your voice, because it was obvious to anyone that Eddie was in bad shape. But, if you got to the trailer, you could send Dustin to get help, and everything would be okay.

“I can't,” Eddie insisted, his eyes wide. “I’m done for.”

“Like hell you are!” you exclaimed. “I-I, Eddie, there are people that need you! Dustin needs you, Max needs you, I need you! Y-You can’t just go and give up when there are people who need you! I know it hurts, Ed, I know it does, but you have got to hang in there. Okay?”

Eddie shook his head, and you chewed your lip. He was right, and you knew it; he couldn’t make it to the trailer, and you weren;t nearly strong enough to carry him. He was going to bleed out and die right here in the Upside Down. You tried to think of something, anything, to do, and you nearly missed Eddie reaching up towards you. He tucked a little bit of hair behind your ear, almost a loving gesture, and he mumbled, “I’ve always loved you.”

“Oh, whatever,” you sniffled. You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. “Deathbed confessions…”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Since the first day I met you, I knew I was going to marry you. I could just feel it.”

“Really?” you whimpered out. You held him close, smoothing back his hair, and you watched as Eddie nodded again.

“Really,” Eddie replied, blinking slowly.

“W-Well, why didn’t you ever tell me?” you asked. The more you touched him, the more your clothes stained with his warm blood, but you didn’t care. You just had to keep him talking until Dustin came for you. When Dustin showed up he would be able to help you limp Eddie back to the trailer, and everything would be fixed. You knew it wasn’t that simple, but your plan needed to be simple to avoid your head exploding.

“I was scared,” Eddie told you. His hands shook as he gathered up yours, holding you tightly, and he shook his head. “But I’m not scared anymore. I love you.”

“Jesus,” you uttered. “Eddie—”

“Don’t say it back if you don’t have to,” Eddie told you quickly. “I-I don’t want to hear you say it unless you mean it.”

“I love you,” you whispered to him. Your chest heaved with a heavy breath, and you watched Eddie’s do the same. That was the deepest breath he had taken since you had had him in your arms, and, as you examined him again, you saw that the trickle of blood from his neck had nearly fully stopped. Did you…? There was no way. Did talking about you make Eddie grow more resilient? Did you make Eddie stronger?

“Glad to hear it,” Eddie said, and your heart lifted. He was trying to be funny. He was trying to be funny for you.

“Um,” you started, wiping the tears hastily from your cheeks. “Y-You said you wanted to marry me?”

Eddie nodded. “Not one of those big, embarrassing weddings,” he told you. His voice cracked and broke, but he was talking, and that was enough. Keep him talking until Dustin came to your aid, that was the plan. “I always imagined that you wouldn’t want a real wedding, just something small… Am I right?”

You nodded. “I hate weddings,” you admitted, and Eddie chuckled weakly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I figured.”

“Tell me more,” you told him quickly. “Tell me a-about, like, how did you know?”

“Sometimes you just know things,” Eddie said, and he paused to cough. Blood stained his lips as he coughed, but you could see color returning to his cheeks. He was going to be alright, you could feel it. “I saw you, and Gareth said something about you being new, a senior and all... You smiled at me, and I fell head over heels. I just knew.”

Now, your tears were for a different reason. You actually remembered the moment well, the first time you met Eddie. You had been roaming the lunchroom on your first day at Hawkins High, and you had already felt like an outcast, starting a new school as a senior, and then you saw the badass devil illustration on a boy’s shirt. You had looked up from the shirt to see the face, and those moonish brown eyes were already looking at you, and you had given him a friendly smile. Eddie had then come over and introduced himself, said some line about “You look lost”, and offered to let you sit at his table with him and his friends. And the rest was history.

Since then, you had lost count of the amount of times that you went over to Eddie’s trailer to watch a movie, to help study, to paint D&D figurines. Eddie was your best friend and you were his, and suddenly his pining made sense. He would let you borrow his clothes when you slept over, he always saved the last bite of his lunch for you (the man made a mean ham sandwich, what could you say?), and he held doors for you and offered you his hand to stand up and sit down. At the time, you thought it was him being a good friend and a gentleman, but it was so much more. He loved you.

“Eddie,” you said softly. You didn’t know exactly what to say, so you let your words fail you. Instead, you leaned down and softly kissed his bloody lips, not caring about the mess. To your delight, Eddie lifted his hand up and lightly touched your face as he kissed back, and you felt your stomach flip. He was going to be okay.

“Is this a pity kiss?” Eddie asked, his lips still against yours. “Like, ‘you’re dying. Let me kiss you goodbye’?”

“Does it feel like one?” you asked, lifting your face from his. “How do you feel?”

“Not great,” Eddie admitted. “Everything hurts… Bastard bats. Those fuckers aren’t metal at all.”

Finally, you laughed, and you saw Eddie smile. Everything was okay. Eddie was cracking jokes, getting stronger by the second. You quickly called out for Dustin— “Dustin! Come here, I need help!”— but you turned your attention back to Eddie without missing a beat. “Maybe marriage is rushing it,” you told him, and Eddie nodded in agreement. “I say we both have to graduate first—”

“Not that far away,” Eddie told you, and you jokingly rolled your eyes.

“We should probably date for a while first too,” you added, and Eddie nodded again. “But, sure, Munson. I’ll marry you.”

“Sick,” Eddie said, and he coughed again. “Here comes Henderson.”

“See?” you told him, sniffling away your tears. “Everything is alright.”

"Why did I ever doubt you?"

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onlymexsarah · 2 years

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Just my sort of place || Eddie Munson x Reader

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Summary: Eddie and Y/n are part of two different worlds. He is leader of the Hellfire club and she is head cheerleader, but when their world collide something unexpected happens.

Warning: spoiler of vol 2 in the hashtag and comments probably, my english, Eddie Munson :)

A/N: please don't hate me for the last senteces of the post, I love all of you and Eddie as well remember 😘💕 I needed to give him the love story I think he deserves AND we deserve, so enjoy a little Eddie's content :)

Eddie didn't know how his uncle had actually convinced him to go together to that fancy reasturant in town, he just remember him talking about a woman who stood him up for that night and the brief comment about enjoying the booking anyway, then Eddie had stopped listening, but at some point the old man had won, and now the metalhead was in front of his wardrobe, almost empty, trying to decide which t-shirt looked less worse than the others.

He wasn't type of shirt, suits or tie, indeed the fanciest cloth he owned was a three-years-old jeans vest to which missed the sleeves due Eddie's creativity. There wasn't almost any cloth in his wardrobe that hadn't been change by him.

Fuck off, I'm not going to meet anyone important anyway.

The boy took his usual black leather jacket, a black t-shirt of the Metallica and a pair of jeans. His uncle was as elegant as him and that made Eddie take a breath of relief; at least there would be two outsiders inside that place and not just one.

Like he expected that place screamed 'only rich people' even from the outside. Eddie gave his uncle a look widining his eyes ironically. "It'll be fun, com'on."

They sat at their table under the disapproval looks of the people around them; he recognized some of them as the parents of his schoolmates, surely wondering why Eddie The Freak was in some place like it.

"Look, isn't she the girl in the photo of your history class?" his uncle said pointing with his head somewhere at his left.

Eddie's eyes moved on their own, searching who his uncle was saying. Eddie had kept the photo of his 1985 history class hanging beside his guitar since the day they took it, and the reason was standying right in the middle of that restaurant.

"Y/n Henderson." he murmured looking at the girl astonished.

Y/n Henderson was captain of the cheerleaders team, first of all her classes and Dustin's sister, his little friend from the Hellfire Club. She even happened to be Eddie's terrible crush as well, not that he chose to or he would admit to anyone.

He had never been interest in basket or in any sports actually, but sometime if his campaigns with the Hellfire Club ended earlier, he would casually pass by the gym just in time to see her perfoming and cheering, or in the sunny days he would just enjoy the nice wheater and look for inspiration by standing beside the stands and look at the cheerleader's practices, not taking away his eyes from their captain. Eddie had even strated putting her in his stories, making the heroes falling for this beautiful siren with curly hair, or searching for a mysterious lost princess whose hair was said to be as shiny as the true gold. Sometime she was the key for the victory, sometime she was the curse for the failure.

The worst happened when her little brother started High School and joined his club; Dustin talked everyday about his sister's campaigns and about how much she had taught him playing D&D. Apparently she was the one who had introduced the wonderful world of D&D to him and his little friends, being the Daungeon Master almost everytime.

Y/n Henderson wasn't just the prettiest girl he had ever seen, but the stereotype of the cheerleader had been smashed into thousand pieces, because Y/n was smart and a nerd too, and that intrigued Eddie more than anything.

"She's pretty." commented his uncle looking him with the corner of his eyes.

His voice woke him from his thoughts, and he cleared his throat. "Yeah, too high in the school's social hierarchy for me anyway."

He hadn't kept that photo because she had been beautiful, and not because they had happened to be close either. That day their class had decided to dress with a style opposite of theirs, and while Eddie had struggled to find even just a shirt that would suit him, Y/n had walked up to him asking for his leather jacket and his bandana.

She had even imitated his usual pose for the photo, she had worn his own clothes, and she had looked damning beautiful in them.

"Eddie Munson!" a sweet voice called him making him look back toward the girl he was day-dreaming about.

He found two big eyes and a smiling face looking back at him. The metalhead smiled tilting his head slighty. "Hi, Henderson. Didn't know you worked here."

"This summer I found out that rich people are more incline to give you a bigger tip if you play nice and smile at them, so here I am." she shrugged keeping her smile on.

"Would you suggest me to tie my hair and wear a skirt then?" he asked ironical, regretting to have said it immediately.

With his surprise she laughed. "As long as you take care of your legs I don't think they woud notice. Anyway, what can I bring you?"

Eddie and his uncle ordered and with one last smile Y/n walked away toward the kitched with their order. "To me it didn't seem a problem her position in the hierarchy." noted his uncle smirking. "You should ask her math's lesson if you really want to graduate this year." Eddie let his uncle talk, not really thinking it was going to happen anyway.

***

"The usual for you, Munson. Humburger with extra ketchup and double burger." Y/n put the plate in front of him kindly.

He gave her his usual cocky smile. "Thank you, Henderson. You really are a sweetheart."

"As long as you pay for what you eat, Munson." she winked before walking toward her other clients.

Truth was, Eddie had started to go into that restaurant almost every week, using the money he made by giving guitar lesson at some kids he found. He couldn't help it, seeing Y/n had become a drug for him, the best one he had ever tried, but even the most dangerous.

How long would it be before he did something wrong or she would break his heart? Sure she was friendly and funny with him, but it wasn't like they had started to sit together at lunch or hanging out after school. She still sat with her group and him with his, but for now he enjoyed those moments where he could see her without their schoolmates around.

It was just an usual day of school when her professor stopped him and told him that if he wanted to graduate he had to get better in math. For a moment he wondered if the universe was toying with him. There was only one person he knew who was in the advanced class of math and never took a lower grade than A, and that happened to be exactly Y/n Henderson.

Eddie planned to ask her that night, when she would come to take Dustin home after their campaign. He wasn't like he was afraid of asking her to do so, he would have done anything to spend time together, but far now it had been perfectly fine admiring her from far away, without stepping inside her bubble and without breaking his.

He wasn't blind, actually he liked to think he was well self-aware of his own person, and he had seen how Y/n had always smiled at him in the hallways, or during lunch. How she could have asked anyone for the clothes and she still had chosen him, but he had always stopped his immagination there before it could go somewhere else.

Eddie wasn't sure if it would be good for their planets to crash together, they lived two differents lives, and doubted he would fit in hers as she would fit in his.

With a resigned breath he decided he would just have to wait and see. Maybe he was wrong, maybe she would say no.

The evening went on, his eyes sometime would stop on the little Henderson in front of him, looking at his so familiar curly hair. The game soon took him, and he forgot about everything. He played, he laughed, he screamed and he tricked. On his trone he was the God of his world. "There you go! Lets wait next time to see if Sir Moonclear had been said the truth about the Evil elf Queen or not."

He raised his eyes toward the door, noticing immediately the girl there. Y/n Henderson was standing at the door with her shoulder rested on the wall looking them playing with a smile.

"Henderson two, I think it's your bedtime." said Eddie amused. He walked toward the cheerleader who was wearing her uniform skirt and a gray sweatshirt. "Hello, Henderson one." he said grinning.

"Hello Supreme Master, did my brother used the trick I told him?" she asked smirking.

"Oh you mean the use of the Mage Hand to make a stalactite fall over my soldiers' head? Yes, I had to give him a bonus inspiration for that. Hadn't seen it coming." he rolled his eyes playfull. It was strange, sometime it looked like she used Dustin to play against him, to trick him and do things he would never expect. So he had started playing as well, making the tasks harder and trying to calculate every possible move. It was an unsaid thing, but he enjoyed it as much as he shouldn't have. "Uh, listen Henderson one. I would gladly and desperatly need help with my math class...could you, uh, help me?"

She blinked few time staring at him widining slightly her eyes. Eddie noticed proudly how her breaths had become a little deeper and he tried to hide a smirk with his hand.

"Sure. My place tomorrow after school? My mom is at work and my brother basically doesn't live at home anymore." she shrugged with a smile toward her brother who was taking his backpack and looked at them confused.

"It's perfect. See you tomorrow then, Henderson." Eddie gave her a smirk before walking away. Maybe he was going to enjoying those math lessons more than he thought.

***

"Why don't you take the place of Mss. McCall, clever Y/n?" he asked resting his chin on his hand looking the girl straight in the eyes.

He saw her blushing and smiling flustered keeping her eyes on the notebook on her desk. "Praises won't make me changing my mind about the excercises you have to do for next time, Munson."

"No, but maybe they'll do something else." he said smirking.

She hit his shoulder with the math book making him laugh. "I have never asked you why you come to the restaurant. It doesn't look like your sort of place. I mean, it's not mine either. I prefer cozy and warn place where you can eat on those amazing soft bench:"

He shrugged playing with his pencil. It had been a month now, she was helping him studying and for the first time in years of school he understood what he was doing. She explained it simply, without pretending from him to know everything and explaining the things he didn't understand patiently.

At first it was strange being in her room alone, the room of the head cheerleader, then it became like it made sense. It just did. They would talk about a lot of things, most of the time while they weren't studying about D&D.

"I hated you at the beginning. Dustin couldn't stop talking about how wonderful and amazing your campaigns are, and how it feels like a game for men when he's with you all. Jesus, I taught him everything he know and from one day to another he'd became 'Eddie there...Eddie here'." y/n had said laying on the floor looking at the ceiling.

"You hated me? That little butthead doesn't stop talking about how many things you put in your campaigns, or how much intricate your stories are that in the end everything has a reason. Mind-blowing he describe them. I'm actually jealous of you, Henderson one." he admited looking at her surprised. Y/N Henderson was jealouse of him?

"Of me?" she asked astonished smiling while resting herself on her elbows.

"Yes! You are such a great opponent, my lady. I'm doing my hardest to try and beat your campaigns, honestly it keeps me awake at night." he made her laugh, and it was the most amazing sight he had ever seen.

"You know, I think it's the waitress' fault. She's so nice to me, wherever she'd work it would be just my sort of place." his sweet smile mirrored hers this time.

He was living his best campaign so far. He had managed to find the lost princess with golden curly hair, the siren whose voice enchated all the men and brought them at the bottom of the ocean, welcoming death like a lover. He had managed to climb her tower, and now he was living the part of the story where the protagonist didn't know if what was happening was a beautiful love story, or the song of the siren that was bringing him below the dark water.

He sure wasn't a hero, but God damned him if he wouldn't take the chance to make the princess fall for the metalhead and live their beautifull love story.

In the end he would graduate and have Y/n Henderson beside him. 1986 was going to be his year.

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