Warnings: SPOILERES FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4, major plot spoilers!, violence, some gore
Author’s Note: yall loved my shitty first fic for eddie so here is one i actually liked lol! Steve and Billy content coming soon!
Summary: You go to the boathouse to get eddie after hearing people are after him
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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“Wait Lucas slow down slow down. You’re saying the basketball jocks think that Eddie killed Chrissy? My Eddie? Eddie Munson?”
“Repeating his name back to me does notmake it any less true! They’re trying to find him right now! I’ve gotta find Dustin, they think he knows where Eddie is.”
You were standing in the doorway of your house, staring down at Lucas Sinclair. He had just told you that his ‘friends’ were dead set on doing something to Eddie for what happened with Chrissy. You had been waiting at your house in case he decided to come around for some shelter or something but no such luck. You hadn’t really been let into the loop.
“I don’t know where he is though. Eddie or Dustin,” you explained.
“Well then we have to find them. I can radio Dustin and he can send you directly to Eddie to hide him somewhere safe.” You nodded quickly. You grabbed a coat and shut the door, not bothering to tell your parents where you were going because you really had no idea. Your keys were already in your pocket and you unlocked the door.
“Radio him then. We probably have to be fast. Those jocks have one mind between the four of them.”
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You dropped Lucas off at the school and sped towards Reefer Ricks. You had only been there one time but you remembered the way. Eddie didn’t like to take you around there, he said it was bad news. You tried to tell him that he seemed to be there all the time but he was having none of it. You were not to get mixed in with anything dangerous, no matter how close to him it was.
If only he knew why you were going there now.
You made a sharp turn into the gravel road and quickly came to a stop. You looked into the house, noting that all the lights were off. You pursed your lips. If you were Eddie, where would you be hiding?
You locked your car and walked slowly up the steps only to catch the lights on in the garage/boat house. Your eyebrows flattened. Dumbass.
You half jogged half walked over and knocked on the door, just to let him know someone was there in case he wasn’t hiding already. You opened the door slowly, peeking around the mess.
“Eddie? It’s me!” you called into the seemingly empty room. You shut the door behind you and surveyed the mess on the table of food and the one light on in the middle of the room. Underneath the boat tarp rose your boyfriend, scaring the hell out of you.
“What are you doing here?!” You held your chest, shaking your head.
“Helping you! Why didn’t you call?!” He climbed out, stumbling and then almost falling onto the ground. You grabbed his arm to keep him steady.
“Because I didn’t want you mixed up in this,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I don’t even know what thisis!”
“Dustin told me,” you said softly. He looked more scared then you had ever seen him before. Eddie was usually easy going in the worst of situations. You had no doubt that whatever he had actually seen had been traumatic and awful. “Lucas also says the fucking basketball jocks are coming to get you. We have to move you somewhere safe.” “This is safe,” he argued. “No one found me yet.”
“Except Dustin and Steve and Robin and me and-”
“Okay I get it I get it. You have any ideas sweets?” He let out a tired exasperated sigh.
“Anything is better than your poor excuse of a hiding spot under that tarp. Maybe we should just drive and keep fucking driving,” you suggested. He scoffed, scratching the back of his head.
“Not a bad idea.” You could hear gravel upturning outside. You both turned around and reached for each other. You had grabbed his left elbow and he was clutching your side for dear life. “Shit. Shit shit shit. You have to go. Run. I don’t care, go, get, scat.” He was shoving you out the door like they wouldn’t see you leaving.
“Eddie I’m not just gonna leave you.”
“Yes you sure are. Go before they find you here.”
“They already saw my car. They know I’m here.” He shook his head aggressively, pointing a finger at you, something he usually never did.
“You are not going to be found by them. Jason Carver thinks I killed his girlfriend. You’re my girlfriend. You think about that?” Truthfully, you hadn’t thought about that. But in the moment you were much more worried about Eddie than about you.
“We’re taking the row boat.” “No we’re not.”
“Yes we are.”
You took the tarp off and he hoped inside, realizing this was your best and probably only chance. You got in and grabbed an oar, shoving it against the dock so that you would move away.
“Let me,” he said, taking it from you so he had both oars. “We don’t have time to argue about who can row straight.”
“It’s obviously me,” you said, trying your best to lighten the mood. You look at the shore as you moved past it, not nearly as fast as you would have hoped. You breathed heavily, watching helplessly as the flashlights flitted around and eventually made their way to the boat house.
“That tarp isn’t looking so bad now is it?” he hissed.
“Well driving to California was my option!”
You could tell that Jason had seen you. You cursed under your breath and grabbed an oar from Eddie.
“I’ll hit the guy.”
“With the oar?”
“Yes with the oar!” You raised it above your head, watching as he started to swim.
“Yo sweetheart violence for you is not the answer right now! Hand me the weapon!” Jason was getting closer. Your heart was beating faster. “Maybe we should just try and swim across!”
The boat rocked. You gasped, almost dropping your weapon. Eddie grabbed onto your hip again, something he did whenever he had the excuse. The boat rocked again.
“It’s gonna get Jason,” you whispered.
“I love you!” Eddie exclaimed. You turned to him, seeing true fear in his face. “I love you so much. You’re the only thing I’ve ever really loved. And dungeons and dragons.”
“I love you too, Eds. We’re not dying right now we’re just-”
You were cut off by one of the boys being risen into the air. You stumbled back, right into Eddie causing him to tumble into the water. You gasped, no longer paying attention to the floating boy and suddenly keenly aware your boyfriend could easily get hypothermia.
You reached into the water to pull him up, glancing behind you worriedly, just in time to see bones crack and a body fall.
Eddie was shivering and you were rowing and Jason was screaming.
“Let’s go to skull rock,” Eddie said quietly.
“What?” you whispered, voice no louder than his.
“It’s out in the woods. It’ll hide us until Dustin and his friends get here.” You pursed your lips and nodded.
“Okay.” His clammy hands grabbed your knee and then he put his forehead on his hand, taking the moment to breathe.
(again not tagging anyone quite yet since the season is so new!)
summary: at his hiding place, eddie “the banished” receives some bad news about the person he cares the most about, and because of that, he reminisces.
word count:1.3k
warnings: fluff and angst. he was an electric guitar boy, she was an acoustic guitar girl, can i make it any more obvious?
It was the third time they’d almost scared him to death.
The first was when they found him, hiding at Reefer Rick’s boathouse, clinging to a piece of broken glass to dear life, like a cornered paladin clung to their sword - but with none of the honor, righteousness and lawful good bullshit, only a wanted man trying to make it through the night. The second was when they brought him supplies, and he was still too on edge to not be suspicious of anything that got too close.
This time, Eddie wasn’t expecting anybody, which made him even more worried. They were not supposed to be there that day.
He sat back as he watched Dustin make his way into the living room, followed by a distraught looking Robin Buckley and an equally upset Steve Harrington. They were all quiet, too quiet, and that could only mean bad news. More bad news.
“Please, don’t tell me I’m being charged for another uncanny murder case.” Making light of a bad situation had always been one of his strong points, but none of his jokes seemed to land right now that his life has turned upside down.
“No, no! There haven’t been any other uncanny murders, but, uh…” Dustin started, “we kind of need your help now.”
“You’re friends with Y/N, aren’t you?” This time, Robin was the one to speak. “Senior, works at the record store downtown… Your friends told us you’re kind of close.”
Kind of close. He thought. That’s one way to put it.
I love everything about this story. I mean, I loved everything about the preview you gave us, but now that I see what you’re doing with the story with the flashbacks to show us how Eddie knows her favorite song…
