EDDIE MUNSON
of the hellfire & babysitter's club

" Let's Bonnie-&-Clyde this shit, baby. "

SYNOPSIS: Eddie comes straight to your house after seeing Chrissy's murder, scared out of his damn mind, and just needing to hear your voice. But to his surprise, you actually believe what he says.

TYPE: (fem!reader)
—just a dusting of angst
—sad eddie :(
—just a bunch of cute fluff & kissing ;)
—disgustingly cute couple-y stuff

WORD COUNT: 3088

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It all happened so fast.

One minute, he was about to make a simple sale to one of the preppiest cheerleaders in school, the next minute he was watching a horrific scene play out in his living room—a sight he could've sworn was straight out of the goddamn Exorcist movie he took you to see.

Now, Eddie Munson was running like hell.

"Shit!" He spat, hurriedly running out to his truck, fumbling with his keys before climbing in.

"Jesus Christ!" He cursed as he sped off, desperate to put any sort of distance between him and whatever the hell just happened.

His fists gripped the wheel, his silver rings clinking against the rubber as his mind sped at a million miles an hour.

What the actual fuck was it? What in the hell just happened? Where was he even gonna go?

Although he would never want to admit it, he was scared. Really scared.

He needed to see you.

And then, without even a thought, he suddenly found himself driving towards your house in the still of the night.

His truck squealed to a halt in front of your house, his body practically lunging out of the car. Almost like it was second nature at this point, by habit, he immediately ran—more like stumbled— across the lawn to make his way towards the side of your house that had your window.

At this point, it was purely muscle memory that he climbed atop the trash cans, onto the lower level roof, and was now face to face with your half-opened window.

He had done this dance so many times, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth blush his cheeks when he realized you left your window cracked open just a bit—you always did. Just in case he ever wanted to come by, you told him that he was always welcome.

He looked inside your lowly lit room, half expecting you to already be asleep because who could blame you at this ungodly hour of the night. But instead, he found you sitting against your bed's headboard, presumably drawing something in your sketchbook again.

He could feel his breath hitch just at the sight of you: his girl, wearing one of his bandanas to tie up your hair, with his favorite guitar pick hanging on a necklace around your neck.

His girl. Everything he's ever wanted. The only person who ever truly saw him, and loved him for everything he was.

Now that you were so close, so within his reach, he needed to see you. He needed someone to ground him in this crazy shit show of a night he's had. He raised his ringed knuckles to the glass, softly tapping against the window to get your attention.

You looked up from your sketchbook, your eyes meeting his as your face lit up in a soft smile at the sight of your metalhead boyfriend at your window. You got up to go open the window for him, to which he immediately climbed inside.

"Shit!" He cursed quietly as he stumbled to your carpet, rather clumsily. "Jesus Christ!"

"Hey, you." You giggled with a smile, helping your boyfriend up to his feet.

He stood tall before you, his soft doeish eyes looking down at you with a look that worried you to see. He had seen something, something he couldn't explain. And he looked...terrfied of what it was that he saw.

"Babe, what-"

Before you could finish, Eddie immediately engulfed you in a hug—his arms grasping onto you like you were a lifeline. Something to tether him to this world, away from the perilous fear he's been feeling this past hour.

You immediately wrapped your arms around him, your hands clasped behind his head—your fingers tracing the back of his neck to soothe him.

"Oh god, Y/N..." He finally shuttered out, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the crevice of your shoulder. "God, I saw something, I have no goddamn clue what happened. I didn't hurt her, I swear I—"

You gently pulled away to look at Eddie, hoping that your gaze would be enough to steady him. He looked down at you with those soft eyes you adored, now glazed over with a thin sheen of tears threatening to spill.

"What happened, Eddie?" You reached your hands to hold his face gently, his eyes fluttering shut at the comfort you gave him.

You knew Eddie was never someone to allow anything to get to him. He's always had a tough exterior, untouchable to others as it was hard for anything to bother him. He was unapologetically himself, and that's one of the many things you loved so much about him.

But this was different. Whatever it was that he saw tonight, definitely got to him.

He clenched his jaw, his eyebrows arching in a worried glance. He shook his head, his messy hair moving with him as he looked away for a moment—as if to gather himself.

He looked back at you with glossy eyes, fear embedded in them as his voice came out a bit shakier than usual.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Those words were something you knew a great deal about. You've been at the center of many things at Hawkins—dark, unexplainable things that the public would be better off not understanding.

Only you and a few other people knew the darker side of Hawkins—the gang, you liked to call them.

"Try me." You smiled weakly, but your eyes were sincere.

He saw the sincerity in your eyes and behind your words. You really wanted to hear what he had to say, and you were ready to believe him.

He felt safe with you, he always had.

And that was why he went off on a tangent describing everything that happened.

"She wouldn't wake up, I tried! A-And then she was in the air like that goddamn Exorcist movie we went to, then fell to the ground like-like she was nothing, and I just... ran the hell out of there." His rambling slowed, finally nearing the end of what happened.

"But I swear...I swear, I didn't do anything to her."

He was sitting at the edge of your bed, his pocket chain clinking against his pants as he bounced his leg nervously. You sat next to him with a comforting hand stroking his back as he leaned his elbows on his thighs—staring down at the carpet as he recalled what just happened.

"I swear..." He repeated, burying his face in his hands. "Please believe me, baby..."

"Eddie..." Your voice was calm and gentle. It comforted him more than you could understand.

But hearing how calm you were being about this made him look up from his hands at you, sitting up.

You gave him a soft smile, reaching to gently wipe a tear away from his eyes. "I believe you, Eds."

"You...wait what?" He shook his head, "Really? All that shit I told you about her floating like the damn Exorcist, and you believe me?"

He wasn't being confrontational, but more so clarifying that you actually believed him.

"Yeah..." You breathed, remembering all the times you fought a demogorgon alongside Steve and the gang, or all the times you saw Eleven save your gang with her mind.

"Yeah, I do, actually. More than you'd think."

He scanned your face for any sign that you were messing with him, or lying just to make him feel better. But he couldn't find any sign.

You really did believe him. And god, did he feel so relieved to realize that. You're the most important person to him, and to hear that you believed him made his body immediately relax.

He allowed his head to fall and rest against your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

"Thank god." He whispered.

You could feel the way he desperately needed your comfort. To hear your voice, to feel your touch, to have your trust. To be heard.

"Come on, lay down with me." You offered.

After Eddie kicked off his boots and shrugged off his layered jackets, he climbed into your bed to lay with you like he has many times—snuggling his face into the crevice of your neck.

He inhaled a shaky breath, the scent of your shampoo and body wash instantly reminded him that he was safe.

He was with you, the safest place he could ever be. The only place he'd ever want to be right now.

You wrapped your arm around him to stroke his shoulder, soothing him to help calm his nerves.

"You're okay now, Eds...it's gonna be okay, I promise." You whispered, "It's just you and me, now."

With your words, you could feel his body instantly relax against you, his breathing finding a better pace as he laid with you. You were his anchor, the only one who always knew how to get through to him.

You could feel him nod against your neck, sniffling back what you assumed were tears.

As you felt him begin to lull to sleep as his breaths against your neck evened out, you thought back to what he described happened to Chrissy.

That some invisible force did it to her.

That some thing did it to her.

You felt yourself tense at that thought, the only thing that could've done this had to be from the upside down. You feared that it was happening again, the very thing that killed your friend Billy last year might be back again.

The very darkness that tried to hurt you and your friends, was back.

You made a mental note to call the gang with this new information first thing in the morning, and explain everything to your boyfriend.

But for right now, he needed to rest, and you'd stick with him through it all. Because you loved him, and you know for a fact he'd do the same thing for you in a heartbeat.

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But by the time morning came around, it was still dark out—and your boyfriend was already moving to put his shoes back on.

"Eddie?" You groaned, half asleep. "Babe, what are you doing?"

You were staring at the back of his messy hair as he put on his shoes while sitting on the edge of your bed, seeing him shake his head.

"It's not a good idea for me to stay here with you." He stated, standing up to look for his jackets.

"What?" You furrowed your brows.

Eddie had been doing a lot of thinking. It was stupid for him to come to your place, because if the police are looking for him, then he just put you in danger too.

He couldn't let you get dragged down with him.

"The cops are gonna think I'm the one that did that to Chrissy." He paused to turn around and look at you.

"You'll be guilty by association or some shit, however those cop shows work." He shook his head, shrugging his leather jacket over his Hellfire Club shirt.

You could see the hurt in his eyes, the pain he felt to say he had to leave you right now.

He wanted nothing more than to stay with you right here, in this little bubble he always gets in whenever he's with you.

But reality hit him like a freight train. He'd be wanted by the police for sure after finding Chrissy, and by hanging around here at your house, you'd definitely be seen as an accomplice.

Eddie needed to protect you from the mess he got himself in, and if running was the way to do it, then that was what he was going to do—if it meant protecting his girlfriend.

But he had no clue that you had already been through encounters with the upside down before. It happened before you two started dating, so he'd have no reason to know because you thought it was over.

But apparently, it's not.

"There's...things about this whole situation that you don't understand—" You tried to reason, but was cut off.

Eddie let out a dry chuckle and sarcastic nod of his head, "Yeah, you're right on the fucking money with that one, baby."

You faltered at the small bite in his words, but you knew your boyfriend very well. He was never aggressive towards you, in fact, he's always been a total softie.

But whenever he felt something, whenever he felt emotions, he felt it hard.

This was the same way. He's scared, and he's letting the feeling consume him.

"I'm already a suspect in the cops eyes because I'm a goddamn idiot for running." He added, running a ringed hand down his face with a sarcastic smile. "But I'll be damned if I drag your ass down with me. Yeah, nope. Not happening."

So that's what this was about. He was scared of what he saw, but also, scared about what he's dragged you into.

You got up from the sheets to make your way around your bed, walking towards your boyfriend with sympathetic eyes.

Eddie stood there, watching you approach him with soft eyes—his eyes scanning your face as you reached to hold his face in your hands.

"Eddie." You smile softly, reaching to stroke his crazy hair you loved out of his face. "Baby, believe me. I know more about this sort of thing than you think. Trust me, it's safer if we stick together."

"What? No, there's no way in hell I'm gonna let my girlfriend-"

"You and me, right? Isn't that what you always say?" You stroke your thumb across his faintly freckled cheek. "Whether it's against Tiamat or Orcus, we always stick together."

Eddie couldn't help but let a smile peek through at your D&D references, a grin tugging at his lips as he ducked his head to lean against your forehead.

He whispered in a low steady voice, "I'm asking you to follow me into Mordor, and we both know how shitty of an idea that is." He opened his eyes to look at you.

You reached one hand to trace behind his neck, knowing he always liked when you did that, while the other hand held his cheek in your palm.

"I'd follow you to the ends of Mordor, baby." You grinned, "If we could survive the Larloch Crypt together, we can do anything."

His heart melted at your sincerity, at your genuine care and love spoken through D&D metaphors that only made him love you more.

Eddie couldn't help but surrender to your infectious smile, his own lips breaking out into a wide grin himself. You felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him by your torso.

That's one of the things he absolutely loved about you. You knew him better than anyone. You knew exactly what to say, and how to make him feel better even at a time like this.

He also knew you were stubborn as all hell, so there was no talking you out of it. But again, just another thing he loved about you.

"Well, look at you," He grinned his signature Munson smirk, leaning in so that your noses touched, "My girl's on a roll with the D&D references, isn't she?"

His low, teasing voice had you practically melting in a puddle if it hadn't been for his hold on your waist.

"I've run enough campaigns with you, I think I've got it down by now." You teased, grateful you were able to break through his exterior to make him laugh.

He shakes his head in disbelief, his smirk curling at his lips. "God, I love you. You know that, sweetheart?"

He tugs you closer to hold you against him, even closer, as if that were even possible.

"I love you too." You giggled as he ran his hands to hold you at your waist, but he was a gentleman, and behaved himself.

You held his face in your hands, blushing as he stared at you with the doeish brown eyes.

Eddie just about melted at your touch, leaning into the palm of your hand that cradled his face. He shut his eyes with a slow shake of his head, reaching his own ringed hand to hold yours that held his face.

He turned the hand that held his cheek, pressing a soft lingering kiss to your lips before he held your hand in between his ringed fingers.

"So, where should we go?" You rested your hand on Eddie's chest, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

He hummed in thought for a moment.

"My supplier's got this warehouse by the lake. He's still put away, so we could head over there. Could be like our own little getaway, hm? Little romantic getaway at my drug supplier's place."

You chuckled at his sarcasm, appreciating that he was feeling better enough to still flirt with you.

"What say you, Princess?" He asked in that gallant, theatrical voice he always used during campaigns. You always loved it.

"I say, lead the way dungeon master." You smirked, your nose touching his.

You loved seeing Eddie smile the way he did. And he loved seeing yours too.

If he was going to be on the run and had to go through this shit with anyone, he'd be a damn lucky man if it was you.

And here you were, ready to run head first into Mordor and away from the police with him.

Before you had a chance to pull away, you felt his ringed hand reach to grasp at his guitar pick necklace that lay around your neck—he had given it to you for Valentine's Day—and pulled your lips to meet his by the tug of the chain.

You laughed into the kiss as he made a playful groan, his smirking lips lingering on yours before you both pulled apart giggling.

"Okay then..." He looked at you with glittering eyes and puffed lips, slightly out of breath from the kiss.

He reached down between you two to intertwine his ringed fingers with yours, holding your hand to anchor him.

"Let's Bonnie-&-Clyde this shit, baby."

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—Author's Note:

UM YES HELLO, IM BACK.
and i'm obsessed with the new season, so let's get into these imagines because i've fallen in love with these characters.

as far as these new characters go, *cough, 001* i will be hearing everyone out 😳

also eddie has my heart frfr  <3
SO DEFINITELY EXPECT MORE OF HIM BC IM OBSESSED

IM BACK, BABY!

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PUBLISHED
June 6, 2022
at 10:39 PM.