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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ⎈ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma, which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), mention of and consumption of alcohol, nightmares, mention of and a near death experience, death, bad language, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you have to be 18+ to read this series❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 🦇 4.1K words

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 🦇 bad language, mention of and consumption of alcohol.

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

🦇 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 🦇

It had been like most days recently, your mom was giving Rebecca a tough time. The last few years of high school hadn't gone to plan for her in the course of your parent's marriage being completely destroyed, which then led to their divorce and your dad to move into a trailer on the ‘shitty’ side of town - it all went downhill in her senior year, your sophomore year.

You didn't need to eavesdrop as you walk past your sister's room to hear that mom was lecturing her about how she needs to work ten times harder this year, just as she'd done every morning since term started.

You could picture it, Rebecca sitting on her bed in her extremely pink room filled with Hawkins High paraphernalia, mom standing over her with daggers in her eyes.

When you ran down the stairs, skipping a few on the way - mom had finished with Rebecca, she must've heard your feet stomping heavily, "No running!" She shouted and you immediately slow yourself and mutter, "Yeah, yeah." It's quiet downstairs, you can imagine dad reading the newspaper at the dining table - you can practically hear him now, ranting about the shortage of pumpkins due to them all rotting at the local pumpkin patch.

Rebecca zooms past you, picking up her lunch in the process before standing by the front door, "We're going to be late, little miss - quick," she cared way more about everything, almost too much and especially today because there is cheerleading practice to go to, you both are already wearing your cheer clothes.

"I'm coming!" You grab your pink lunchbox and skip towards Rebecca.

Not many words were spoken on the drive to school, mainly small talk that Rebecca wasn't entirely cooperating with. You stare out of the window, watching everything fly by until you suddenly thought of a way to at least annoy her into speaking, manipulative, you know.

You always have it with you, a cassette of your favorite album by Black Sabbath... it was one way of keeping Mason with you, in Hawkins.

He introduced you to their music... he'd put this tape in his stereo, you’d bang your heads to it and dance. It was so different to anything else you’d heard before.

He had a wide range of musical knowledge because it was his passion, you admired him for leaving Hawkins early to do what he loved regardless of the consequences... now, mom never mentions his name, it’s basically forbidden, she blames him for the way you turned out because he'd encourage you to be different, to be yourself.

He sends letters every month that mom throws away, but you sneak out of the house through your bedroom window to retrieve the letter from the trash and read them laying on your stomach in bed. He was currently in New York, playing drums for a band called 'Shotguns ‘n’ Studded Leather' with a part-time job at a record store.

Usually thinking of him would make you smile, but you knew that he'd be sad if he saw you abiding to mom's rules and had followed in the footsteps of your sister by joining the cheer team.

Your hands fumble through your pink shoulder bag, trying to find it, you bite your lips together until you find it at the bottom... a smirk pulls at your lips and you look at Rebecca with a cheeky glint in your eyes - she knew you too well because she briefly turns her head, breaking her concentration on the road.

"What are you doing?" She asks, her voice unimpressed. Her eyes travel to your lap, seeing the cassette - she knew what it was because you used to blare it from your bedroom until mom would angrily walk in and turn your boom box off, she confiscated the cassette until you sneakily got it back, "No - no," she blurts but before she can block the cassette slot you’d already slipped it in and started wailing your arms about to the intro, "little miss - not now!"

"What is this that stands before me? Figure in black which points at me. Turn 'round quick and start to run. Find out I'm the chosen one!"

Rebecca lets out a long sigh as you sing to the song, "Can you please turn that creepy shit off!" Her voice is angry and weak as she turns the car left into the parking lot of Hawkins High.

Your mouth forms into an 'o' shape, "First of all, the word you're looking for is masterpiece - not... shit - and two, I can tell you're holding in something, spit it out, Becky," you ramble as she parks the car, she bites her lips together in deep concentration.

With the car now still, Rebecca sighs and falls flush into her seat, she looks ahead of her at the book-wielding students walking into school. A minute passed, you keep staring at her, she was probably hoping that you’d give up waiting for an answer but soon she looks defeated, "Fine. I - got a letter from Alex yesterday inviting me to Connecticut to see him and his uni friends next month."

"So - isn't that good?" You blink.

She groans, "I can't go - I have to practice for a pep rally and I have to study to make sure I get a place at university with Al," you can see her heart breaking more as she utters each word.

"Not even for a few days?" You ask, crossing your fingers, hoping any idea would help.

"I can't - there is no way, as much as I want to and believe me when I say that I was staring at the letter all night trying to think of a way to go," she dramatically points at the dark bags under her sunken, watering eyes.

She reaches into her jacket pocket, retrieving the letter - she holds it out, her grip on the paper tight, "I don't think - that this is going to work and once he realises I can't just visit him for a measly few days out of the year, I'm going to receive another letter - a breakup letter," by the end of her unleashing of thoughts, her voice is breathless and weak... probably also worrying about what mom would think if that did happen.

You were taken aback by her outburst, silent as you drowned in that familiar feeling of guilt, "I'm - I'm sor-."

A loud engine spoke over you, a Chevrolet Camero Z/28, immediately you are distracted by it, looking out of the window as it enters the parking lot... you’d never seen a car of that make before - just another thing Mason had taught you that mom resented. Rebecca looks out of your window, your heads close, watching as a girl with red hair jumped out of the car and skateboarded towards the middle school, ignoring the driver.

You could only see the back of his head, until he turns around - you feel like gasping for air when you first see his face, the curl of hair falling over his forehead.

He didn't notice you and Rebecca gawking from inside the car, but he did notice other girls such as Heather, Vicki, Tina and Carol blatantly staring at him - he walks past and you can’t take your eyes away from his back profile as he makes his way towards the high school... your eyes widen and you turn to Rebecca, she was still looking at him.

You nudge her, "Hey - spare some hot guys for the rest of us, jeez."

The first time your eyes met - you and this boy's, was twenty minutes and twenty-two seconds later. You stood at your locker which was filled with stickers, a photo of you and the rest of the cheerleaders, you and Mason, a photo of Ozzy Osbourne and lastly, a photo of Benjamin Orr, who had been your fantasy ever since you’d seen him on the television, playing live with The Cars on Midnight Special in 1979.

This boy was walking along the corridor with a piece of paper in his hand, clearly looking for his assigned locker. You fiddle with a few books and stop in your tracks to look at him as he searches, you blush at your eyes wandering downwards, but you can’t help it, his ass looks good, especially in that outfit - the double denim. It did something to you.

You are so caught up, figuring out this new... feeling that you could only describe as similar to the first time you saw Benjamin Orr on your television screen. It was like seeing a celebrity in real life, realising that they are actually real people - this boy has that look, that effect. You look at him… he’s looking at - me? He began walking towards you. Am I dreaming? He’s smirking and has an arrogant look about him as he comes closer.

You are shocked, he is stood directly in front of you. You are being extremely obvious about your instant crush on him and are internally hitting yourself for it - Be cool be cool be cool be cool. His blue eyes search yours, his mouth twitches upwards - he leans closer and it makes you blush and look away, other students are gawking, "Hi - sweetheart?"

Your head shoots back round to look at him again, the nickname rolling off of his tongue. I should stop staring at his mouth. He brings his hand up and waves it in front of your face, he chuckles and you giggle like the school girl you are, "Hi - er, yes?" I said be cool, not - whatever this is?!

"So you do talk," you find it difficult to look at his face because he is just too perfect, you start to think stupid things like... what it would be like to just be the necklace clung to his chest? When he realises that you probably won’t respond because you are too busy ogling him he chuckles again, swiping his tongue across his teeth, "Could you, by any chance, point out my locker?"

He knows you are going to say yes, he is already holding up the paper. 212 - is he serious? You think as you peek at the paper, getting closer in proximity to him and quickly noticing the perfume he is wearing, a musky smell - a smell you suddenly want to be in the presence of all the time. Strong, warm, sweet. You even stay in a thinking pose longer than you have to because you already knew where his locker is, "Oh - it's - it's literally right there," You stutter, stumble and then point.

He follows the direction of your pointed finger and pops his tongue against his lips, "Ah - thank you, doll," his eyes look at you for just a second longer than they should have - you feel weak under his stare, especially since he is clearly a senior, slightly older, taller, quite muscly for a seventeen year old.

He begins walking in the direction of his blue locker, leaving you - I wish I'd told him my name, or he'd told me his.

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Lucky for Rebecca, this boy is in most of her classes - if he did show up. She hasn’t shown any interest in him as she's gotten to know his vibe a little better, all you do is ask about him ever since your first and only encounter.

His name is Billy, Billy Hargrove - his favorite 'lesson' is lunch, he plays basketball and is very keen to show off his skills, wanting to become captain of the team over Steve Harrington, who'd filled in after Alex graduated. They are the facts you’d gathered from Rebecca - the more lessons she had with him, the more she'd tell you that he is a 'real pervy son of a bitch', but you didn’t listen and resort to the option of 'she's just overreacting and I'm sure he's sweet' - it definitely doesn’t stop you from observing him shyly from your locker because you never saw him anywhere else.

That is until you see him during a practice for the pep rally that Rebecca had been talking about nonstop - he is in the sports hall playing basketball with the rest of the team, but a majority of the time it is him and Steve that has the ball, as if it were just a one on one game against each other. It’s like two lions fighting for the place of leader of the pack and Steve is struggling to keep up with Billy.

You find it extremely difficult to dance with Billy in the same room, he is shirtless and looks so good - and the passion, how much he clearly wants to be captain, he loves basketball just as much as you do. You continue to stare, your mouth agape... you were desperate to talk to him, but he hadn't even looked at you once since his first day at Hawkins High.

Rebecca's voice is muffled until she starts tapping your shoulder, "little miss, will you focus?"

Her voice seems to grab Billy's attention immediately - he looks straight at her, allowing Steve to swoop in and get the ball, dribbling it away.

Coach Morrison,who watches over both the Basketball team and the cheerleaders, notices that Rebecca is whispering to you, even though she was just shaking you out of your 'Billy Hargrove spell’, "Rebecca - little miss - is whatever you're whispering about more important than the rally coming up?"

The coach's voice now grabs Billy's attention and he is looking Rebecca's way again... then at you - he smirks, the first bit of attention you’d received since you crossed paths and it sends your stomach soaring with butterflies. It took a lot for you to look away from him, to look at the coach, your mouth is open and unable to speak.

Rebecca takes matters into her own hands and saves us, "No - nothing could be more important than the rally, coach."

He nods, "That's what I thought. Back to it, girls!"

You roll your eyes and Chrissy, who is stood on the other side of you, giggles - she'd never changed in all the time you knew her and it made you smile, obliged to focus on the cheer routine, though you do still manage to steal a few glances of Billy in the process.

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Tonight is the first high school party you ever attended and it’s on Halloween - you’d been begging for Rebecca to let you go with her after you received an invite and finally, after days of nagging, Rebecca caved, agreeing to let you tag along.

You dress up as a cat, wearing a headband with pointed ears, mostly black with some showstopper black and white striped tights - you were already shaking with nerves at the thought of your mom's reaction.

You left at about 9:30pm after your mom begrudgingly called out for you to be back home by midnight and insisted on you being with Rebecca at all times.

There are Halloween decorations everywhere, fake spiderwebs on the hedges leading to Tina's front door. Music is blasting, sounding muffled from outside. Sudden nerves, but also adrenaline ran through you - Rebecca knocks on the door before fiddling with her skeleton costume, "Stay by my side, if things get too much then tell me - I'll walk you home."

"Okay," you hum, pulling at the seams of the black jacket you’re wearing.

Tina opens the door, dressed as a vampire - fangs showing when she smiles at the sight of Rebecca at her door, she wore a long cape with fishnet tights peeking through a slit in the cape. A slurred giggle escapes her lips when she looks at you, "Aren't you guys gonna say trick or treat?"

You glance at Rebecca before nervously giggling, "Trick or treat!" You both say in unison.

"If I'd have known you were actually coming, little miss - I would've stocked up on candy. I'm afraid the only treats in here are in the form of liquid," She explains, smirking at you, "Come in, if you're bold enough," she ushers you and Rebecca in, everyone you walk past looks at you, including Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler - who are dressed as Joel and Lana from Risky Business, a film you’d watched with Rebecca to feed her Tom Cruise obsession, "There's drink here there and everywhere really but the real stuff is on the counter, keg is out back - have yourself a ghoul, guys!"

The place is cramped with seniors - no one a junior like you, a lot of faces you recognise are either from cheerleading, or because of Rebecca as she knew them from class. Theoretically, as a repeat senior, she is the eldest at the party and is still trying desperately to fit in.

Billy made it - you’d already made that assumption, it was the main reason why you wanted to come, the possibility of him being here. You pour yourself a concoction of drink that is in what looks like a big fish bowl, Rebecca's head peeks over your shoulder before she pours herself a larger cup. The drink has fog looming over it and the smell is intoxicating in itself - you quickly needed fresh air, and that is where you spot him.

He is outside, upside down, drinking from the keg stand.

Rebecca follows you outside, she crosses her arms, refusing to look at him - you couldn't keep my eyes off of him, even when he spat the drink out and up into the air like a whale, stumbling over his feet as he walks towards the back door that you’d just used to come out here.

He looks at you first, then at Rebecca, who is still refusing to give him attention - you figure that they'd interacted before, and not positively - not on your sister's part anyway. A smirk fixes itself on his lips when he realises that she isn’t falling under the spell of his hypnotising eyes.

You blush, giving him the most timid smile as he turns his attention back to you, still smirking. Even as he is being wrapped with toilet paper as he walks inside you felt my heart pound, flutters everywhere.

"Stay right here, little miss - 'm gonna get another drink, okay?" Rebecca smiles sweetly, uncrossing her arms when Billy is out of sight.

"Sure thing," You shrug and stay put, sitting yourself down on a spare seat. You wonder why Rebecca hates Billy so much, then shrug again - it probably doesn't mean anything.

The drink sinks into your brain as you sit watching teens dancing, laughing, playing beer pong. For minutes, longer than it should've taken for Rebecca to come back, you stayed exactly where she told you to... you didn't want to ruin her fun so you just continued to sip on your drink until it is finished.

Billy strides out of the house like a shot, determination on his face and he was walking towards you with that same damn smile that he'd given you at the lockers. Rebecca's name flew out of your mind and you are back to mush as he holds his hand out for you to take. You look up at him shyly, but take his hand anyway, both yours and his hands are clammy with sweat or alcohol, sticking together, "T-to what - do I owe this - pleasure?"

"You know, you and your sister have got the same goddamn tongue underneath the princess exterior," he drawls as he pulls you onto your feet. The drink you had reduced the amount of sarcasm and wit you usually did have when sober, especially since you hadn't had alcohol before. All you can do is laugh, gently shoving his shoulder with your spare hand - he smiles smugly, "It's cute, I admit."

A few shaky breaths came out instead of words. Does he always have to smile like that?

"How about you try the keg, princess?" The nickname alone mixed with the drink, you still couldn't speak. You look at the free keg behind him, "You could join keg royalty - be my queen."

His queen? How can I say no to that?

He stands closer, lifting you up, his head is level with your hip. The side of his face is pressed against your bare skin because your jacket and t-shirt had ridden up above your stomach, "You're a natural," he squeezes, arms wrapped completely around you, "hold onto - the keg, doll," his voice is slightly strained, his muscles flexing impressively, "I've got you."

You hear him laughing while you drank from the keg. Other teens, a mix of ghouls, ghosts, vampires, Michael Myers', cats, clowns and Ace Frehley from Kiss start to gather around you and Billy, lifting their glasses and spilling alcohol everywhere. They all cheer you on, chanting 'Chug! Chug! Chug!' It made you feel good that not only are you impressing Billy, you were impressing everyone.

"Put her down you asshole - she's never been to a party like this before!" You hear Rebecca shout, she must've heard the 'chug!' commotion from inside.

"And she's still more fun than you, Becky," Billy responds, winking at her before carefully putting you down - you continue to hold onto him even though both your feet are on the ground, you didn’t want to let go. He holds onto your hand tightly and lifts it up into the air in victory, "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you - the keg queen!"

A wide grin finds its way onto your face as you look at everyone, then up at Billy, who is grinning down at you.

Everyone cheers again, but not your sister.

Rebecca grabs your hand, "It's time to go home," she mumbles and pulls you out of Billy's grasp, his eyes are on Rebecca as you stumble away, out of the side exit of Tina's home.

You rant at Rebecca all the way home while she gives you the silent treatment, "I'm just fitting in, Becky - isn't that what you wanted and now? Now that I'm in the cheer team, I'm friends - with your friends, I like a b-boy - that's in the basketball team - so much and - I'm his keg queen!" You laugh before quickly getting angry again, "You don't like it! And I'm happy - it's what you wanted before and now this is what I want too - I like being popular and - I want it to be - like this for me until I leave a - first time senior!"

Your words are evidently annoying Rebecca, I knew it - your drunk state assumed it was jealousy about everything going well for you and she couldn't be happy because she wasn't having the best end to her high school experience. She just stares ahead, "Just - pull yourself together. Mom cannot see you acting like this, she'll kill me and then she'll kill you."

You know that she is right about that - so you decide to be silent for the rest of the night.

⇝ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒐 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆!!!!! 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲’ 𝐨𝐫 ’𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧’ 𝐭𝐚𝐠-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰!

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