Living On A Prayer (Eddie Munson X Reader)

hello, mi amor. "barefoot" from the June prompts, with señor Munson

please and thank you 🥰

Living on a Prayer (Eddie Munson x reader)

(A/N: Tori, thank you so, so SO MUCH for being my first request EVER, this means a lot to me because I was terrified when I decided to do this that I wouldn't get any. I had been toying with this idea already but your prompt was what pulled everything together in my mind. This is based on the song, 'Living on a Prayer' by Bon Jovi. Shoutout to @hersweetrevenge for also requesting 'barefoot' though I have another thing in the works for that <3) Hope this isn't too angsty! lots of hurt and comfort ahead.

Hello, Mi Amor. "barefoot" From The June Prompts, With Señor Munson

“You okay there, sweetheart?”

“Huh?”

You’d barely heard Eddie, gaze adrift as the Hawkins streets flash by in a blur and the early afternoon wind fans your face.

“Got something on your mind?” He lowers the volume of the radio, glancing at you while he drives.

“I’m okay, Eds.” You smile at him briefly before your sight is pulled back to the passing sights outside the window once more. Better to fix on the progressions of streets and locals and trees than Eddie’s knowing brown eyes, or else a wayward tear might escape you beyond your will.

“No you’re not. What is it?”

“It’s nothing, promise.”

His silence is louder than words and from your peripheral view you could still see him staring intently, pleading for you to give him an opening. He never pushed you for anything and you appreciated his patience, for life had shaped a hard shell around you that was tough to crack at times, even after having been dating Eddie for as long as you had.

“It’s silly.” You shrug.

“Try me.”

“I just have a lot on my mind.” You cannot let your voice waver, not now. “I guess I’m just tired.”

You try to convince yourself that the itch beneath your eyes was merely exhaustion, lack of sleep – instead of the urge to cry you’d been fighting since the moment you woke up to another day of having to face the same shit as always.

On the weekends, you worked the morning shift at a small diner downtown, and every Saturday, Eddie would pick you up from your shift and from then the whole day was entirely yours to do whatever you desired. Sometimes you’d accompany him to one of his dealings, spend all that money on lunch and beer and head out to the lake to smoke and listen to music. On occasion you’d just head straight to his home to watch TV or read as he practiced his guitar solos.

You treasured your Saturday evenings more than anything in your life and you pretty much lived your days waiting for that 6th day of the week to come.

But that first stretch of the day, it was hell.

You’d been feeling like you’d been running on fumes since the semester began, with your routine beginning to take a toll on you as the endless days of repetitiveness dragged on. School all morning, work all evening, managing to do your homework in between breaks or late at night, leaving you no time for a proper sleep.

By the time Saturday rolled around you were just dead tired and getting up in the morning for that one shift was an entire task on its own, when you wanted nothing more than to just sleep uninterrupted and actually wake up when your body felt rested, not by the shrill of an alarm. On the other hand, since Starcourt had opened its doors and the disaster that came afterwards, it left the little diner completely deserted. They might as well just close it already, but the owners kept holding on to hope that their luck might change.

Not a soul visited downtown anymore – life in Hawkins in general just wasn’t what it used to be – which further enraged you because despite that, you still had to be there on your feet with a fake smile plastered on your face, serving the ghosts of the customers that used to come.

You just wanted to be done with it already. With everything.

You had no strength left to keep pushing through – burning on both ends of the stick.

At least graduation was right there at the cusp of this semester, you just had to endure a couple of more weeks and you’d be free from the prison that was high school, unless–

“--babe? We’re here.”

You hadn’t even realized you had gotten lost in your mental ramblings and had tuned Eddie out again.

By the time you regain consciousness of your surroundings you realize that Eddie had parked in the same spot as always, right by the Lakeside. “Oh! Sorry, Eddie. I’m feeling really out of it today.”

“We can always head back home if you’re not feeling well.”

“No, no, no, it’s fine, don’t worry about me.”

He keeps staring, as if trying to catch a glimpse of the root of your sadness projected on your eyes, but you’re grateful that he doesn’t bring it to the light if he does find it.

“Well let’s get some food in you then, sweetheart.”

He sets up a blanket right by the edge of the water and cranks up the volume of his van’s stereo. The mood today wasn’t for a specific album so he just left the radio playing while you settled down with a warm combo from Benny’s Burgers and a couple of milkshakes.

The evening passed by peacefully, with Eddie’s head on your lap, stealing your fries – which, at that point you’d given up on playfully scolding him and just fed them to him; talking about everything and nothing and enjoying the element of surprise as to which song was going to begin playing on the radio.

Eddie didn’t breach the subject, though he never took his hands from you, softly caressing your sides, holding your hand, or turning his head into your tummy as his way of signaling that he wanted you to play with his hair.

Feeling the weight of his body in yours grounds you.

And as the air turns cooler and the colors in the sky transform into this great watercolor painting of pinks blending into light blues, you gradually start to feel lighter in your heart – at least for this moment, here and now.

The song that had been playing on the radio dies down, and the crackling grain of the transmission fades into a mystical synth in crescendo giving way to the recognizable baseline of Bon Jovi’s newest single, Living on a Prayer, making Eddie spring to his feet.

“Ughh I fucking hate Bon Jovi, man!”

“Noooo, no, Eddie, don't change the station! I like that song!”

He stops in the way to his van and looks absolutely baffled but he’s never been one to deny you anything, so he reluctantly complies and comes back to his sitting position beside you – looking like a scolded puppy, nonetheless. “Okay, for you, (Y/N), just for you.”

“Ohh come on, what do you have against it?”

“Jon Bon Jovi’s just a pretty boy, people only like that band because they have a crush on him. Who names a band after their own last name anyway? A super douche, that’s who.”

“Oh my god, Eddie, that’s not true! Besides, you practically have the same hairstyle!”

Your belly hurts from laughing at Eddie’s bulging eyes and dramatic gasp the moment you say that – the harder you keep laughing the goofier he gets, pretending to be stabbed in the heart and grunting exaggeratedly as he throws himself on his back.

“Oh please don’t say that, (Y/N), you killed me.”

“Like you don't have your fair share of questionable preferences, Munson! I know you have a Rod Stewart tape in your car, I’ve seen it.”

Now he really looked like a deer-in-headlights, lying on the ground gaping at you.

“...No I don’t”

“Ohh yes you do! You want me to go get it?”

“Okay, okay, okay,” he sits up and pulls you to him, “there’s no need for that kind of aggression, babe.”

“You’re something else, Munson,” you lovingly shake your head before leaning on his embrace and turning to look at the horizon. The sky was now changing into deeper hues of blue as the evening got colder, and you couldn’t help but feel melancholic over your time here with Eddie coming to an end soon.

Of having to go back to the dim lights and suffocating walls of your house.

We've got to hold on to what we've got

It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not

We've got each other and that's a lot for love

We'll give it a shot

“He’s right though,” Eddie murmurs.

“Bon Jovi? About what?”

Eddie replies by getting to his feet and extending a palm out to you, as an exact representation of the lyrics currently being sung. “Take off your shoes,”

“Just what kind of freakish thing you’re gonna have me do, Munson.”

He merely chuckles and rolls his eyes, “Just do it.”

He removes his reeboks and socks before rolling his jeans to his knees, prompting you to do the same.

When you’re both bare footed, Eddie interlocks your fingers with his and gently leads you until you’re both ankle deep in the lake, carefully threading on the surface until you’re able to have your full calves bathed in the cooling water, with the song now playing from a distance, mixed with the crickets coming out to sing from their hideout and the sound of the waves lapping at your feet.

Gina dreams of running away

When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers

Baby, it's okay, someday

He envelopes himself around you, letting you rest your head on the side of his neck while you cling your palms to his shoulder blades, tightening the hold and concentrating on his scent in order to contain the dam of tears that had been threatening to come flooding out all day. You knew that it wouldn’t take much for it to break and spill out, but you wanted to hold on until you were all alone in your room at night, with no one to see.

You didn’t want to soak Eddie’s denim vest with your tears.

Didn’t want to burden Eddie with your feelings, although deep down inside you knew he would never back out on you like that.

He started to sway to the music despite his earlier complaints about the song (and you’d definitely tease him for it later when the opportunity arises).

…we're halfway there

Woah, livin' on a prayer

Take my hand, we'll make it I swear

You were so focused on trying to keep it together that when you feel the feather-light press of his lips on your forehead, all the whitenoise inside your brain shuts and all you could do was nuzzle your cheek to his chest and pray this moment lasts a lifetime.

“Listen, I know you’re tired,” Eddie mutters against your hairline, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I get the feeling I know what’s been stressing you these days. We’re so close to the finish line, sweetheart. It always gets rougher before we start to see the light at the end of the tunnel.”

Your heart constricts with his words.

“But what if nothing changes after we graduate? What if things don't get better, what if this is it? All I see in my future is work and the dullness of this town. And what if you don’t graduate, what am I gonna do then? What’s gonna happen to us?”

“Nothing is gonna happen to us, and don’t worry about me not graduating. Don’t worry about any of that right now. Right now we’re listening to a shitty song – ”

You lift your head with a playful leer –

“-- We’re listening to Bon Jovi,” he chuckles, “in the middle of nowhere, our feet deep in the Lake. I’m not worried about anything other than my feet getting cold and you shaming me for liking Rod Stewart.”

…Oh, we've got to hold on, ready or not

You live for the fight when it's all that you've got

You wrap your arms around his neck and truly look at him then – at his bright eyes filled with enough hope for the two of you.

If all else in your life spiraled out of order, you could always come back to this.

To this moment on a summer’s eve, on this safe haven that is Eddie’s embrace and the music that transports you away to an idyllic place where it’s not 1986.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

He’s got a tender grin as he clears a lone tear trailing down your cheek with his thumb and cradles your face with his palms.

“You’ve got nothing to thank me for, baby.”

…Take my hand, we'll make it I swear

Woah, livin' on a prayer

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love this soo much! you set the scene so well i imagined myself in the lake with him natreads

The Wall

♫- adieu mon homme by pomme

| angst | 967 words | season 1

jon snow x reader

summary: your lover needs to go to the wall to join the night’s watch and you have to say goodbye to each other.

a/n: if you don’t know french, I recommend you to look up for the lyrics of the song because I am pretty sure that it is written for jon snow. anyways enjoy my first fanfiction! ♡

dt: @tacheriepelagie

you were talking with robb in his chambers when you heard a knock at the door. you rushed to open the door, expecting it to be jon. and you were right about it, it was your lover. he was all you ever wanted in a man; kind, caring, intelligent and …handsome. you couldn’t think of being without him in this cruel world that you were all living in. you loved him despite everything .

you comforted him most of the nights because he was receiving a lot of hate from his step-mother for being a bastard. it was not his fault but yet he was suffering because of his father’s decision. it was catelyn stark’s fault too, you thought. and hell, you hated it. you hated the thought of him getting hurt at his step-mother’s worthless words. he was finding love and peace in your touch. the kind that he should have received from his mother. But you two were in love and nothing could’ve come in between you two, right?

‘(y/n), i’ve been lookin’ for you everywhere. i was worried that you were hiding from me.’ he said with a sadness in his eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows at his expression, not knowing the meaning behind them.

‘why would i be hiding from you, jon?’ you asked with curiosity while putting your hands on his chest, to be closer to him. ‘i actually came here, hoping you to be here.’

‘i thought you heard the news.’ he placed his hands on top of yours and sighed.

‘what news?’ you asked, a glimpse of innocence in your eyes.

‘gods…’ he shout his eyes close and gave a little squeeze to your hands before abandoning them. ‘i should leave you two alone.’ said robb while closing the door behind him.

‘i… , i wanted to be the one to tell you, that …i need to leave tomorrow with uncle benjen to go to the wall.’

‘for what?’ you said, couldn’t believe the words that just come out of his mouth.

your lips started to tremble at the thought.

‘to join the night’s watch?’ you mumbled as if saying it louder would have made it more real than you wanted it to be. he nodded, looking in your eyes deeply with the same look when he entered the chambers. you knew it was hurting him too as much as it did to you, if not more.

you felt your legs couldn’t carry you anymore, so you held onto jon.

you were holding him so tight that you never wanted him to go away, that you wanted this all to be a nightmare. jon held you in his arms for a while, not wanting to leave you. those seconds felt like years in your lover’s arms.

‘(y/n), don’t do this, please.’

he looked at you with his brown, loving eyes. it was hurting him to see you this way. But at that moment, he was looking for validation to kiss you one last time. he was eager of your lips, of your taste of apple, cherry and lilacs. you loved those scents; a different yet a beautiful mix.

you were so eager for him too, knowing that this will be your last time, was too much to handle. you just wanted to be in his arms forever, not caring about anything. you knew that probably his step-mother wanted him to go there, to spend his time until his last days on the north of the winterfell without contacting anyone, without fathering no child, without having you. you hated everything in that moment, you thought. but at least you had a chance to say goodbye to jon snow, to the one that you will never forget. the one that you’ll search for in other men.

and with that, you crashed your lips to his. at first you were too hungry, too desperate for each other. it was rough and wild. your eyes were both closed, because you wanted to remember every single part of it in the future. but still, not knowing how to forget this tragic moment.

later on, it became soft and deep. you both wanted to take things slow at one point. he was so sweet and gentle, trying to not hurt you. he felt like if he acts rough, you will crumble into pieces and start to fade away. he never wanted to lose you. but he had to. there was a difference between them and he hoped that you would understand how hard it is for him too -but you already knew it.

then, he paused to take a look at you one last time before he went to his chambers to pack his stuff. but you weren’t ready for him to go yet.

‘please jon.’ you said while being unable to open your eyes for a few moments as if opening them would change the cruel reality.

but... he was already gone, not wanting it to be more painful than it already is. you felt tears falling down your cheeks but you knew how much he loved you and he knew how much you loved him. it was the only thing that you were able to hold on to at that moment.

but your last kiss was very meaningful and it was telling that;

‘this was a goodbye, not a farewell my love.’

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nihilnat

2 years ago

Stranger Things has a problem with killing off side characters. I think Eddie's death just felt too stereotypical when he easily could've fit in like another Robin. I honestly think for how the Duffer Brothers were insisting on an emotional gut punch, how people were gonna die, they should've killed off bigger characters like Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Max, people who were already foreshadowed to suffer.

I'm not saying Eddie shouldn't have suffered but it just comes across as so cheap that every new character must die for an emotional output, and the main characters have to be permanent. I think Eddie had the potential to be so much more and he will be dearly missed (and live on in my fanfiction lol)

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nihilnat

2 years ago

「 jealousy, jealously 」

eddie munson x henderson!fem reader

summary: you were a part of hellfire long before your brother and his friends got to high school, yet they fit right into the club while you get pushed aside.

requested: no

word count: 6.4k

warnings: light angst, jealousy, brief arguing/raised voices, lots of fluff, kissing, fake gagging, few curse words

a/n: i apparently can’t write short fics for eddie, but i don’t think anyone is complaining about it. plus, i think the fics are freaking adorable & i’m highkey kinda proud of them. so i hope you continue enjoying them, as i’ve got plenty of ideas for him with more coming daily. if you’ve got an idea you’d like done (for eddie or any other st character) feel free to send it my way & i’ll give it a go. also, i couldn’t think of a better title than this, but the actual fic has no purposeful inpsiration from the olivia rodrigo song. i hope you enjoy it regardless! Xx

You groan as you see your brother and his friends make their way through the cafeteria towards you. Knowing it was their first day of high school, you had no doubt they’d try to sit with you. It’s not that you don’t want them to, but you’re terrified that they’ll embarrass you in front of your long-standing crush and dungeon master.

It had been a few months into your freshman year of high school when the small group of friends you’d found yourself in started ranting about how weird and creepy the Hellfire club - and their leader, Eddie Munson - was. You didn’t quite hold the same opinions, though, since you’d been playing the game for a few years by then. In fact, you had only recently given it up when the friend you played with moved towns.

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i love this so so so cute natreads

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nihilnat

2 years ago

afternoon naps

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nihilnat

2 years ago

Get to know your buddies ♡

Thank you so much for tagging me Irma! @theold-ultraviolence

Favorite color: Shades of red, especially darker tones

Favorite time of the year: Winter! Fall is a close second.

Comfort food: Hmm, it has to be pasta with some type of melting cheese and a sauce that contains garlic in it. (Either tomato&basil or mushrooms) OR my shrimp noodle recipe

Do you collect something: Unfortunately no but I want to own a record player and vinyls someday.

Favorite drink: Green tea or coffee with milk and sugar

Currently reading: Anna Karenina

Last song I listened to: Come a little closer by Cage the Elephant

Last series I watched: Daria

Last movie I watched: I can't remember, not such a big fan of movies but I guess it was The Shining

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: OOh tough one. I don't like spicy things that much but sweet or savory?? I have quite a sweet tooth but I'll go with savory. (I like sour things too ahah)

Craving: Mint chocolate. Yes I love mint flavored things. Yes you read that right.

What I'm working on now: Unfortunately, school. But I'm also working on the fifth chapter of your favorite song series. I promise there will be a lot more action than the last chapter ;)

Tagging some mutuals: @slutscorp111 @witheringawayagain @theoreticslut @nobody-000 @eddiemuns0nsguitarpick @havingchampagneproblems @langdonsjoyy

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nihilnat

2 years ago

So sweet and cute, my heart aah!! <3

「 like she hung the stars 」

steve harrington x fem reader

summary: although you’ve been with steve for nearly a year, you can’t help but wonder if he’s using you as a stand-in for nancy.

requested: yes

word count: 3.1k

warnings: pretty angsty but it has a cute, fluffy-ish ending; mentions of alcohol consumption & being drunk, insecure relationship, pet names (baby, babe & sweetheart), mention of future relationship, mention of marriage & children

a/n: this request was so cute!! i had to write it asap, & i’m lowkey in love with it if i do say so. it’s really kind of angsty the entire way through, but there’s a cute ending. i really have a hard time leaving a fic ansgty. it’s a weakness of mine. anyways, i hope you all like this! Xx

It’s been well over an hour since you and Steve arrived at this house party, which has given you plenty enough time to drink your fair share of the spiked punch. It was potent, but it was drinkable, and it got you drunk which is all you wanted.

You hadn’t ever told Steve that you felt insecure in your relationship, mainly because the reasoning behind it felt silly. He had asked you out a few months after he and Nancy broke up last year, which shouldn’t be of any concern, but you had seen them while they were together. It was clear that Steve loved her - deeper than you’d ever thought possible.

Having noticed this, you couldn’t stop the thought of him still loving her - even though he was currently with you - from settling in the recesses of your mind. You couldn’t stop the thought from tormenting you late at night, even when he slept beside you.

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nihilnat

2 years ago

Oh that's an amazing coincedence! im so glad that it was more relatable for you <3

Adopting a big dog with Eddie

Summary: A headcanon where the reader and Eddie adopt a big dog + my general ideas about him and pets. Just whole lotta fluff.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gn!Reader

⭒ First, let's settle this; He is definitely a dog person. He has nothing against cats. In fact, he would love to pet them, if there aren't any available dogs around.

⭒ His goofy, sweet personality works like a charm when it comes to big dogs.

⭒ He always wanted to adopt one growing up but unfortunately, his dad was never there to support his wish. So when you went to him and asked if he'd want to adopt a big dog with you, he was over the moon.

⭒ One day, you went to the Hawkins Shelter and looked at all the puppies until you found *the* one.

⭒ He was an Australian Shepherd with the cutest smile on his face, looking at both of you as you went to pet him.

⭒ He was wagging his tail to the right with a quick pace. Eddie became so excited and hyper, telling you 'Look, he likes us! Oh. My. God. Look at that cute little face!'

⭒ He quickly crouched in front of the dog and his hands went behind the dogs' ears, scratching there saying 'Hey handsome.'

⭒ After a few minutes of petting and whispering sweet nothings to the cute dog, Eddie ushered you to sit next to him. He was so happy; His eyes were beaming with light and he had the biggest smile on his face. Your heart melted at the sight and you sat next to him immediately.

⭒ He stopped petting the dog because it was your turn... Plus, he had to take a picture of you and your soon-to-be-adopted-shepherd to immortalize this moment. He thought that you looked too cute to be true.

⭒ After all the paperwork, you all went back to his trailer and you started to prepare a little sleeping spot full of pillows and a blanket for the dog inside. While you were working on that, Eddie and him were running outside, getting rid of the excess energy.

⭒ When they came back inside, you guided the dog to his sleeping spot and petted him until he fell asleep. Eddie was watching the two of you and thought of how lucky he got.

⭒ Eddie loves to roughhouse the dog and play fetch with him. In short: He loves to do all the crazy, energy-requiring activities.

⭒ Unfortunately, he isn't always available to go home right after school. Sometimes he stays for his D&D campaigns or practices with his band.

⭒ If he was busy that day, when he comes home; He makes sure both of your 'son' is taken care of and he makes it up to him, showering him with pets on his head, scratches behind his ear and cuddles.

⭒ Oh and also, Eddie's uncle Wayne loves the dog too and he was so happy to hear that both of you decided to adopt him together.

⭒ He knew how much you made his nephew happy and that you were the best thing that ever happened to him.

Author's note: I plan on making an Eddie taglist, would any of you interested in being in it? If so, let me know! Hope you enjoyed it and don't forget to check my other works.

Here is the first chapter of my ongoing series called 'your favorite song' which is also an eddie munson fic! x

dedicated to: @ches-86 <3

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nihilnat

2 years ago

It's Not About Winners And Losers But Us, The Slutty Chain Stans? We Never Lose. 🧎🏻‍♀️

it's not about winners and losers but us, the slutty chain stans? we never lose. 🧎🏻‍♀️

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nihilnat

2 years ago

AAAA it's amazing! I love every single one of your writings holly!!!

「 your kiss is on my list 」

eddie munson x fem reader

summary: a little game of truth or dare leads to lots of shock, a not jealous eddie, and your first kiss.

requested: no

word count: 2.7k

warnings: alcohol use/mentions of being drunk, slight playboy steve (early s1 personality), jealousy, pet names (honey, angel, & princess), bed sharing, fluff

a/n: if you don’t know by now, i love eddie munson so fucking much. i’m literally getting ideas for him daily. i hope you like this & if you’ve got an idea you’d like to see written, feel free to send it to me! Xx

title insp. from kiss on my list by daryl hall & john oates

“Oh my god!”

“Gross!”

“You’re a pig, Harrington.” Robin’s voice cuts through the rest of yours as he and Eddie laugh at the confession.

Needing time and friendships away from the little group of 15-year olds you’ve all somehow adopted, the five of you - Steve, Nancy, Robin, Eddie, and yourself - have started having weekly get-togethers. Sometimes you’ll all sit around and watch movies as you munch on junk food, and other times you’ll have a makeshift house party/game night like tonight.

“You asked for the truth!” Steve laughs, taking a swig of his beer as an amused smile settles on his face.

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nihilnat

2 years ago

You literally gave me the motivation to keep going! Love you so much Holly, I really appreciate it <3

Your favorite song

[chapter I] [chapter II] [chapter III] [chapter IV]

Summary: When Vecna’s curse affects you, someone who doesn’t consider himself as a hero outside of D&D comes to save you with his amazing guitar skills, playing your favorite song to save you from it.

Author’s Note: Heavily follows the plot and contains spoilers! If you haven’t watched S4 I wouldn’t recommend reading this fic. Maybe you could save it for later? The summary is for the entire series, not only for this chapter. I highly recommend you to check out the previous chapters! I try to follow the plot as strictly as possible but there are certain changes. Hope you enjoy it. There isn't any volume 2 spoilers.

Word Count: 3.5k

What to Expect: Reader x Eddie Munson, a nightmare about Eddie, takes place during the 'Dear Billy' episode with some changes... read to find out more!

Spoilers below cut, you have been warned!

After Max found out that she was going to die tomorrow, she couldn't sleep. Instead, all she ever wanted was to write letters to the ones she cared for the most. Or to the ones she wanted to say something for the last time. She knew that she didn't have much time left so she wanted to leave others something that they could cherish after she was gone.

While Nancy and Robin were choosing their ‘academic looks’ for tomorrow upstairs, you helped them pick some of the pieces they were going to wear. As much as you wanted to stay right beside Max, she was too busy with her letters and didn’t want to talk to anyone. And as a result of that, you were now listening to Steve whining about always being the goddamn babysitter.

‘Nancy, does Robin look like an academic scholar to you?’ He asked while looking at Nancy, moving his eyebrows up and furrowing them, asking the question seriously.

Then immediately, you heard Robin saying ‘Oh my god it has a little ballerina in it!’ while holding a small music box, showing it to you and the others.

‘Robin it’s not the best time-’ you quickly whispered. You were sitting on Nancy’s bed so you were close to Robin. She heard you and quickly but clumsily, she closed the cute little box and put it where it belonged.

Steve was looking in Robin's direction and he rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed at how Robin always ended up partnering with Nancy when he could’ve spent that time with her. He turned to Nancy once more to check if she was sure of the decision she made... She was.

‘Maybe not right now but when she wears this, she will be.’ Nancy smiled and turned to the rest of you. She was holding a preppy, pastel colored flared top and a long skirt. She also had some jewelry for Robin which fitted with the whole vibe of that look. Robin looked at Nancy in disbelief and tried to protest her but she also knew she didn’t have another choice.

After deciding Nancy’s look too, you all kicked Steve out of the room. ‘Oh so you guys are gonna change now? Well I uh, I can turn around and wait.’

‘Steve… leave this to us girls, okay?’

‘Oh okay… Well, I’ll just go and check up on the others.’

‘Let me know if you guys need anything.’ He said as he walked out of the room. Robin got up from the bed and followed Steve to close the door behind him. She was saying ‘Yeah yeah we will, just go now.’

As she was closing the door, Steve turned to his back and tried to stop Robin, his hands on the door. ‘You know I can use my charm Nancy!’ He yelled.

‘STEVE DO US A FAVOR AND GO BABYSIT THE GODDAMN KIDS!’ Robin shouted as she closed the door shut to Steve’s face.

You looked at Robin and saw the amusement in her eyes. She was trying to hold back her laughter because Steve was desperately trying to be close to Nancy. You also tried not to laugh and you guys were now having a kind of staring contest to see who would break out laughing first.

But neither of you lasted another second as you started to give up and laugh loudly. While you guys were busy having fun, you noticed that Nancy was giggling, she had a little smirk on her face. She was trying to hide it but she wasn’t very good at it.

All of you stayed at the Wheelers’ house that night.

****

After Nancy and Ms Wheeler made sure everyone had a blanket and a pillow, Ms Wheeler said good night to everybody and got out of the living room in order to go to her bedroom.

When Nancy heard the cracks coming from the stairs, she understood that her mother was far away from them. Without wasting another second, she turned to Steve, Lucas and Dustin and told them that they had to keep an eye out for Max.

Anything could’ve happened to her in a matter of seconds and none of you wanted that. So in order to prevent it or at least discover it before it's too late, Nancy thought of watching over her.

Even though you didn’t know how to protect her from an invisible murderer-monster, you knew she would feel safer with other people around her.

And it was up to the guys to watch over her. You normally would’ve stayed with them but Nancy invited you to her bedroom and you couldn’t turn down a more comfortable sleeping environment. Robin was going to sleep in Nancy’s room too.

Everyone said good night and the three of you headed upstairs. After a little walk down the hallway, you reached the bedroom and got settled, getting ready to sleep. Just after you, Nancy and Robin sat down on Nancy’s bed and they started to go over their plan for tomorrow one last time, before sleeping.

They were trying to keep it quiet but Robin wasn’t really good at whispering. You didn’t mind it though. After the visions and the horrible nightmares you had for the past couple of days, you didn’t want to be alone in the dark. So needless to say, you were happy about the company.

*****

And after you had a much needed quality sleep, tomorrow came.

You woke up feeling the tingling and warm sensation of sun rays on your face. It was early in the morning; the sun was shining and the birds were chiming. It seemed like it ought to be a good day. At least, you hoped that way but life had other plans for all of you.

While you were still under your blanket, yawning and trying to get rid of the foggines that was covering your brain due to just waking up, you heard Nancy rushing out the door.

She went downstairs and walked to the living room quickly to check on Max and the others. You stood up and went to the bathroom to wash your face. A few minutes passed and you heard Robin calling your name for you to come to the living room.

You rapidly went downstairs and joined the others. Everyone was packing their things and were ready to go. Nancy and Robin were going to the asylum as planned and Max wanted to drop off some of her letters to her house so Steve was going to drive the kids there.

And while the others were busy with all of that, you were going to go to the supermarket to grab Eddie some snacks… and maybe a 6 pack. They promised to go back to the shack and check him in the evening if everything worked out perfectly. So you had to be prepared in case you got to see him.

****

After shopping, you wanted to reach out to Eddie and tell him that you got him the six pack he desperately wanted. Though unfortunately, Steve and Nancy got the walkie talkies and you didn’t have another option other than Dustin’s setup if you wanted to talk to Eddie. So, you went to Dustin’s house to try out your luck.

With a paper bag full of snacks and beer cans, you knocked on the Hendersons' door. A few seconds passed and you knocked again. Hearing nothing but a distant car engine noise, you started to grow impatient. You knocked one more time and yelled,

‘Ms Henderson, are you at home?

‘HELLO? Anybody?’

It was clear that she wasn’t at home. But you didn’t give up, you weren’t planning on it. So, you wandered around the house and found Dustin’s bedroom window. You needed something to step on in order to reach the window and get inside. Luckily, there was a mini ladder in the backyard of their neighbor.

You swiftly skimmed around and saw that no one was nearby; Hendersons’ neighbors must’ve been at work and there was no one in plain sight.

Then, with the adrenaline rushing, you quickly moved over to their garden and grabbed the little white wooden ladder, placed it underneath the window and climbed up.

When you grabbed the hems of the window, you put all the pressure on your hands and jumped inside, landing on the floor. When your body met the floor, there was a big noise. A noise big enough to alert Dustin’s cat. You quickly stood up.

You’ve been at Dustin’s house dozens of times by now and you tried to pet Tews in every chance you got. A year or two ago, their first cat Mews died and in order to open their house to a new cat and try to fill the emotional gap, they adopted the cute little Tews.

‘Hey baby.’ You whispered gently and Tews came closer to you, rubbing himself onto your legs. You quickly crouched and started to pet him. Hearing the lovely purrs he makes made your heart melt.

You continued to pet him a little longer and as far as you could tell, Tews was very happy with his current situation. As much as you wanted to spend more time with him, you had to speak to Eddie.

It’s been a long time since you two last talked and you desperately wanted to hear him. Hear him saying that he was safe and happy.

You didn’t know all of Dustin’s ham radio setup but luckily you knew the basics. He has taught you about it when you asked what it was the first time you were in his house.

You weren’t actually curious about how it worked but when he started to tell you all the details about it, you knew you had to listen to him because he was so happy to teach it to somebody. You couldn’t stop him after you saw the excitement in his eyes.

And this one time in Family Video Parlor, while he was telling about his day to Steve, he mentioned that he taught you about his radio.

‘See, (Y/N) is way cooler than you, Steve. You never wanted to learn about it!’

‘Woah woah woah woah… Henderson?’ He looked hurt, placing a hand over his heart as if he had been stabbed.

‘Don’t sound so surprised Steve, he’s right. She is definitely cooler than you.’ Added Robin.

You chuckled at the sight in front of you; Steve was furrowing his eyebrows and his mouth was agape, looking confused and a little sad. He was definitely putting on a show.

In the meantime, Dustin was looking directly in his eyes, challenging him and smiling brightly than ever. These little moments brought joy to your life.

****

After setting the radio and controlling all the buttons, you braced yourself and touched the voice button.

‘Munson, can you hear me?’

No sound.

‘If you can hear me, please say something Munson. This should be working.’

Still no answer.

You tried again.

‘Eddie, please answer me… EDDIE!’

After yelling, you heard nothing but Tews’ little meow. You couldn’t comprehend what was going on. You did everything like Dustin has shown you. You checked all the buttons again, fearing the worst;

What if Eddie got caught? What if the police found him? Or worse, what if Jason and the others found him? You didn’t want to let the bad thoughts consume you but it was late. You were already scared.

You felt your vision getting blurry as your eyes began to water up. You looked around the room in an attempt to clear your head but suddenly, there was this painful ache in your heart, your throat burning.

You didn’t know what to do. For a few seconds, you blankly stared at the wall in front of you, trying to come up with an idea. Then you thought of communicating with the others so that you guys could make a plan and go see him sooner.

You were trying to change the station in order to reach out to Dustin’s walkie talkie. You did the last adjustments and you were ready to go.

‘Dustin? Dustin please tell me you copy.’

‘(Y/N)? How?’

‘I uh, broke into your house but that's not important right now.’

You tried to ignore the lump in your throat and continued: ‘I can’t reach out to Eddie and I’m worried, like really worried.’

‘...Are you sure you checked all the buttons? Maybe you made a mistake-’

You knitted your eyebrows as you felt a couple of tears streaming down your cheek and tried your hardest not to break into tears.

‘Dustin look. I controlled them over and over again. I didn’t make a mistake. We have to go to the shack as soon as possible, I need to know if he’s alright.’

‘Maybe he is busy with something (Y/N). We’re here at the graveyard right now, Max is sitting in front of Billy’s gravestone, reading her letter to him.’

‘Once she finishes, we’ll come pick you up and go to the shack okay? I promise. But us coming to you, it could take a while.’

‘Dustin please, you don’t understand. We have to check up on him as soon as we can. We could be too late.’

For a while, Dustin didn’t give you an answer and you didn’t hear anything from them. Not even a single noise.

‘Dustin?...DUSTIN.’

You heard a distant voice, you figured that it belonged to Lucas. ‘DUSTIN SHE’S FLOATING! ...FLOATING!!’

‘...Oh sHIT SHIT SHIT!’ Dustin exclaimed. His voice was higher than usual, meaning he was really scared.

‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN FLOATING? DUSTIN WHA-’

‘(Y/N) GOTTA GO TALK TO YA LATER.’

****

After talking to Dustin, you had so many questions but you didn’t have anything to do. Your hands were tied and this waiting was going to drive you nuts.

Hoping that Nancy and Robin found a way to beat Vecna, you laid down on Dustin’s bed and drifted off to a small nap without realizing. Turns out, after all that mental exhaustion you desperately needed a rest.

Even though your nap was small, the dream you saw had a long lasting effect on you even after you woke up.

In your dream, you were in the same exact position, laying down on Dustin’s bed in their house, Tews snuggling up to you. For a second, you looked so peaceful.

But this moment didn’t stay for long. After a few seconds, you woke up to a gunshot sound that had just flared. The noise came from somewhere close, as if it happened in the backyard of Hendersons’.

You quickly but carefully stood up, trying not to wake the cat up. First, you looked outside from the living room window but you couldn’t quite tell who those people were at first glance. But there were two people, one on the ground who was fighting for his life and the other was holding the gun towards him.

You rapidly made your way to the backyard door and opened it. When the guy with the gun heard the noise, he started to run, escaping the backyard.

You yelled at the guy for him to turn back, so that you could understand who it was. But when the sleepiness wore down, you understood everything perfectly. It was Jason.

So, that meant that the person who was shot would be… Eddie. You quickly turned your gaze towards the guy on the floor. And it was him. Gasping for air, his torso covered in blood, a single tear streaming down his left cheek.

You ran to him, almost throwing yourself at the ground beside him. Your hands immediately cupped his face and his gaze turned towards you, leaning into your touch.

‘(Y/N)?’ He looked deeply in your eyes and forced a smile. It was obvious that he was in pain. You tried to keep your composure for a little bit, trying to look brave for him.

‘Eddie, Eddie you’re going to be okay. I promise baby, I promise everything is going to be alright.’

You dropped your hands and looked around for Dustin, Steve… For anyone. But unfortunately, there was no one. It was only you and him.

‘I’m sorry. Sorry for puttin’ you through hell. You didn’t deserve it.’ He hardly said while gritting his teeth. Your heart broke at his words.

‘No Eddie, none of it is your fault. This is not goodbye, you hear me? We’ll get you to the hospital and-.’

‘I love you (Y/N).’ he whispered.

And a tear fell down your cheek. He already accepted his fate and now it was your turn to accept the hard reality.

‘I love you too Eddie.’

****

You woke up in cold sweat as you heard Steve’s car roll in. You couldn’t comprehend where you were for a long minute or two. That was one of the worst nightmares you ever had in your entire life. Seeing someone you truly love die in your arms…

You heard the lock of the main door opening and Dustin yelling ‘(Y/N)! We have so much to tell you!’ If it wasn’t for Dustin, it would’ve taken you much longer to grasp the reality. It was just a nightmare, you thought to yourself. None of it was real.

‘D-Dustin! I’m here with Tews.’ you exclaimed and they followed the sound of your voice.

When Steve, Lucas, Dustin and Max came to the room, Lucas said, ‘You won’t believe what happened…’ and they all turned to Max. She looked distressed, tired and she had her headphones on, listening to Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush.

While all of the gaze was turned towards her, she was trying to avoid eye contact, her arms were crossed. But eventually, she started to tell you about what just happened to her minutes ago and the others joined her, telling the story from their point of view.

****

After learning all the stuff about Max escaping Vecna with the help of her favorite song, you felt a certain comfort. If something were to happen to you, at least you knew what to do; You had to listen to your favorite song and stick to your happiest memories. When you thought back of all of the happy memories you had, there was always a certain person popping up in all of them: That person was none other than Eddie Munson.

You were still debating on whether to tell the others about your symptoms or not when all of you heard a knock on the door. It was Nancy and Robin. When they saw Max safe and sound, they felt a wave of relief washing all over them.

After everybody catched up on the latest news in a detailed manner, you finally filled everyone in about Eddie. How you couldn’t reach out to him and that it has been a couple of days since you guys last saw him… That you missed him and that you were worried about him. And finally, they all agreed to go to the shack to look out for him.

****

A long car ride after, you were finally at the shack. But there was a problem: Police cars were everywhere. Your breathing started to fasten at the sight that was being displayed right in front of you. You all momentarily froze, trying to understand what was happening.

Steve was the first one to get out of the car and seconds after, he was followed by you. As soon as you got out of the car, you saw Jason, all wet and wrapped up in a blanket. He was talking with one of the police chiefs.

You instantly turned to Steve, only to find out that he was looking at you with worry in his eyes. You returned him the same look and your eyes went back to Jason. Still talking with the chief, he felt your eyes on him and fixed his gaze towards you. You’ve never been fond of him -although he didn’t know that- and all this ‘hunting’ thing and the nightmare you just saw, were not helping the situation.

After locking eyes with him, you politely flashed him a little smile. He didn’t know you were close with Eddie and you thought that you could use that to your advantage. Talking to him could’ve helped you understand where Eddie was. You quickly returned your gaze towards Steve and mouthed ‘Go and leave him to me.’

He said ‘No I can’t leave you with this guy.’

You quickly moved to Steve’s side and whispered to him so no one else could hear you: ‘He shouldn’t see Dustin and Lucas. Don’t you remember what Lucas said?’

‘...What about you?’

‘He doesn’t know I’m close to Eddie and I have a plan. Don’t worry, just drive somewhere safe and be alert in case he calls.’

‘On it.’ He turned to the car and opened the door, putting one foot in.

‘Oh and Steve?’ He turned to you.

‘Yeah?’

‘Come pick me up 15 minutes later.’

****

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