Chapter 1 - The Contact

Chapter 1 - The Contact

What happens when we die? Many people who have experienced a NDE describe it as a slow fall into a deep sleep state, the numbness and the tingling in the limbs, the rapid but heavy breathing that suddenly slows down to stop. The most religious minded people will probably add something like a warm and blinding light in front of them to that, or the feeling of calmness and peace, or even the feeling of hearing angelic voices in the distance.

Well he didn’t feel any of that. When death was about to take Eddie Munson’s last breath, everything he could sense in that moment were Dustin’s arms around him, the warm tears of his friend falling on his face, and the desperation in his voice.

He had let himself go, giving up fighting, and death came to him faster than he had ever thought.

But when Eddie Munson’s heart had stopped beating for more than 10 minutes, something inside him had started to change, to mutate. He had reawakened, gasping for air and coughing as if he had just escaped drowning. He sat up, looking around him, searching for his young friend, but everything was frighteningly calm and he soon realized that he was alone. Completely alone.

He looked down at his body, blood stains everywhere on his shirt, his black jeans ripped on his left knee. He slowly moved his hands near to the hem of his shirt, lifting it up to his sternum and finding out numerous wounds, bite marks. Healed.

How was that even possible?

He touched the greenish scars on his stomach and on his sides, the flesh rough and thick. They looked like past injuries, like the one he had on his right elbow, from when he had fallen off of his bicycle, in the summer of ‘78. 

With a loud groan he managed to get up, standing on his feet, looking for signs of life around him. 

“Dustin!” he screamed from the top of his lungs “Harrington?! Wheeler?!” 

He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted once again 

“Robin?! Dustin!” 

He felt the panic fill his chest, an unbearable weight in his stomach made it difficult for him to breathe. What the hell happened? Where’d they all gone? Were they okay? Were they dead? Was he dead? 

Death had destined him to remain forever in the upside down, a punishment for his recklesness in life, a punishment for being the son of his father. He cursed, bringing his hands up on his head and pacing back and forth trying to think about his next move.

And suddenly, it hit him. The portal on his trailer’s ceiling.

He began running towards it, moving quickly past the bicycle from which he had fallen moments before the demobats had attacked him. He reached the caravan in a short time, speeding towards the entrance, slamming the door.

He felt his blood froze in his veins. The portal had disappeared. His trailer was empty, infested by those infernal roots and there was no way out. He cried out Dustin’s name, scared and confused, and dragged himself out of the trailer.

“Surely there’s some other way out” he whispered to himself as he walked across the decadent trailer park, when he heard the shrieks of the demobats in the distance.

Not again

He turned around and saw the bats flying towards him. A red lightning struck the sky in two. He started running again, without following a specific direction. Suddenly he stumbled on a root and fell to the ground.

This time it would be over.

He raised an arm to shield his face from the bats’ attacks, closed his eyes and waited for death to come and kiss him once again.

But instead, a chilling silence fell around him.

He slowly, carefully opened his eyes and moved his hand away to look right in front of him and find out that the flock of bats had stopped and was levitating before him.

“What in the hell..” he murmured as he moved his hand down and looked at the strange prodigy happening in front of him.

He got up from the ground and cautiously walked towards one of the bats, his fingers getting closer to it. He almost bursted out in an hysterical laugh when it flew over his arm, perching on his forearm.

Fly away

The bats suddenly moved in sync and began flying away, leaving Eddie shocked and speechless.

Now he was controlling them? Was their venom the reason why he was still alive?

He decided to leave those questions unanswered for the moment and started, once again, to walk, hoping to find a way out of the upside down.

Suddenly he remembered about the communication between sources of electricity.

Bingo.

Now he had a plan.

He searched in each and every trailer for a contact and as strange as it might sound, he found nothing.

Maybe the trailer park was left without electricity after their battle with Vecna.

He decided to walk out of it and finally, in the distance, he spotted a place in which he was 100% sure he would have found someone to communicate with.

The old Lloyd family diner.

“Shit” she whispered when a splash of ketchup stained her uniform on her chest.

She quickly grabbed a wet towel to try to wipe it off, but all she did was spread the stain even more on the minty green fabric of her waitress uniform. 

She tossed the wet cloth into the sink of the kitchen and moved towards the pitcher of coffee, taking it in her hand and walking towards the door that connected the back of the diner to the main room. 

 It was 9:25 pm of a spring rainy night and the diner was practically empty, just 35 minutes away from closing time. She was glad to know that no one would have asked for coffee at that time of the day, you shouldn’t mess up with caffeine. After serving desserts to a table, she spent the last 25 minutes of her work shift cleaning the counter, and then proceeded to take the garbage bags and take them in the back of the diner. She walked out the back door dragging the heavy black sack on the floor and once she approached the dumpster, with a big push of her legs and a hit from her abdomen, she managed to throw the garbage into it. She huffed, fixing a lock of her hair behind her ear and started walking back into the diner when the outside lamp that was hanging on the door began to flicker. She stopped, raising her head to look at the luminescent bulb, and after some moments, the flickering stopped.

“Janet” she called walking back into the main room “I think it’s time to change the light bulb outside”

The owner of the diner, Janet, was sitting on one of the red bar stools and nodded when the girl walked past her.

“I’ll tell Harry to go buy a new one”

Y/n smiled and began taking the baby pink apron of her uniform off, when suddenly Janet stopped her.

“My dear, actually, i needed to ask you something”

Y/n looked at her, waiting for the woman to continue with her request.

“Since Claire is helping with the homeless in town, I need you to take care of the closing cleanup tonight”

Y/n smiled, frowning “But you didn’t tell me, this morning. I didn’t warn my mother”

“I know darling, but I really need you to stay here and do the closing for me. Can you?”

Oh, Y/n hated her. That woman, her fake kindness and her manipulative ways. Well at least she wouldn’t have had to spent the evening locked in her room, with her mother complaining by the phone and worrying about what was happening in Hawkins.

Janet had decided to keep the diner open, despite everything.

“Yeah, it’s fine” Y/n smiled nodding “I’ll call my mother later”

“Thank you dear” Janet smiled going in the back of the diner to collect her things before leaving.

In about 20 minutes, Y/n found herself alone in the middle of the diner, Janet had left and the last two customers too. Now the main room was silent and Y/n sighed looking around her for things to do. She decided to start by sweeping the floor. She walked to the vintage juke-box and picked a song.

A-ha’s “Take on me” would have been good to start.

She grabbed the broom in her hands and started brushing the floor in pace with music, ending dancing around the room using it as a dance partner. She twirled towards the counter and reached out to take a wet cloth to clean the cream white resin surface. The song eventually ended and the juke-box emitted a noise similar to a click before starting to play music from the speakers once again.

The opening melody of Karma Chameleon by Culture Club began ringing through the room.

“Ugh, I love this song!” she exclaimed to herself, keeping on dancing as she cleaned the diner’s bar surface.

Suddenly she realized that music had distracted her from realizing that the bright panel on which the menu was written, was flickering like the lightbulb of the backyard had done several moments before.

No, not flickering. The light tiles on which the letters were printed lit up intermittently.

“This place is falling apart..” she whispered to herself as she walked towards the power outlet to pull the panel’s plug off.

But then, she realized. She stopped in front of the panel, a shiver was running down her spine and made her snort loudly, as if she was cold.

The tiles always lit up in the same sequence.

H E L L O

“What the hell..” she said slightly moving away from the luminous panel, feeling a little bit scared.

Was the menu trying to talk to her?

Then the flickering seemed to stop.

She walked back to the juke-box, turning it off. Now the room was glacially silent.

She stared at the tiles for a while, but nothing happened.

She chuckled to herself

“I’ve been watching way too many movies”

But then there it was again, the panel started lighting up and this time the tiles were lit much faster. She quickly grabbed her notebook for orders from the uniform’s pocket and leaned against one of the tables to write the sequence of letters down.

M U N S O N

E D D I E

H E R E

She read aloud, “Eddie Munson?”

Wasn’t he on the missing people list?

She watched the three words written down on her notebook and for a moment, she thought she was crazy. The panel was trying to communicate? What the fuck was wrong with her? And above all, Eddie Munson what? She didn’t even know him in person. She had met him like two times in her whole life and they didn’t even talk.

H E N D E R S O N

N E E D

D U S T I N

“Oh damn, alright that’s enough” she said walking towards the diner’s telephone. She didn’t know Dustin Henderson’s home telephone number, but she knew someone that could have helped her with it.

She dialed the number by memory. The phone rang four times before someone picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Steve” she said as soon as she recognized the voice from the other side of the call

“Who’s this?”

“It’s Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n”

“Oh hey, Y/n” he said, obviously surprised by the phone call.

They knew eachother since they were kids, their mothers were close friends, but anyway this was the first time in 4 years that they actually talked to eachother. They had chosen different paths.

“Is everything okay?”

“Steve I know this might sound ridiculous but I need you to give me Dustin Henderson’s home telephone number”

She heard him scoffing from the other side

“What? Why would you need Henderson’s phone number?”

“It’s difficult to explain.”

“Y/n, do you realize this isn’t normal? You calling at my house’s phone at 10 pm to ask me about Dustin Henderson? Where are you, are you okay?”

She stayed silent for a bit, then she realized that the only way to get Dustin’s help was convince Steve to take him to her.

“No, I really need you and Dustin to come here, at the Lloyd’s diner as soon as possible Steve”

“Hey, did something happen to you?”

“No it’s not about me, I’m fine, it’s..”

She took a deep breath before letting it slip out of her lips

“I think Eddie Munson is talking to me through the menu’s light panel”

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Ahahahahh yes i can definitely see that

Just two divorced parents exchanging their kid on the weekend

Leave a Mark

Warnings: physical abuse from reader’s father, cursing, cleanup of an injury

Word count: 6.72k words

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x Henderson sister!reader

not proof read :)

Summary: When your father comes back to town after a year only looking for trouble, you hurry to get your brother to safety. The only person to volunteer to help though, is Eddie Munson, the boy you didn’t really consider your friend, but not an enemy either. 

Edward Munson. A senior for the third time in a row. The leader of the Hellfire Club — the club your dear, younger brother Dustin was apart of. Dustin loved him, which you had no idea why. You guessed it was because of their mutual love for dnd, but you definitely didn’t like the guy. When you had met a couple months ago, you got off on the wrong foot. Your impression of the boy was that his little club was nothing more than a way for people to fear him, to see him and run in the other direction. You guessed he liked to be feared, which made you instantly hate him. What kind of high schooler gets off on seeing people scared?

Once your brother joined his club, you were pissed. 

“Absolutely not Dustin! There’s no way you’re joining Hellfire! No fucking way.”

“But Mike is too! It’s fine! I don’t understand why you don’t like Eddie!” You scoff, throwing your hands up in the air. “That club is basically a cult! Besides, I just don’t like him. I don’t want you around him. He’s in my science class and he never pays attention and always likes to goof around.”

“Oh like you’re so high and mighty Y/n. You skip class every chance you get! I’m surprised you didn’t get held back along with Eddie!” 

You glare at Dustin. “Why do you even like him Dustin?” 

“He’s nice to me,” he says almost immediately. “He never treated me any different when I arrived to high school. All those other assholes took one look at me and decided I wasn’t worth their time. Eddie didn’t.” You sigh loudly and think a bit. “Fine,” you finally cave in. Dustin’s smile widens more than you think you’ve ever seen. “But if I feel you’re not safe, I am pulling you out of that club as soon as possible. Mike too. Understand?” He starts jumping up and down, ready to run out of the house and to Mike’s. “Yes! Yes, thank you!” 

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Caught in the Middle (Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove) Ch 1

Just before the school year begins, a new girl drives into town in a black 84’ Jaguar with a New York license plate. But you weren’t new to Hawkins at all. As a matter of fact, you were returning. While reunited with your old friends you soon find yourself making some unexpected new ones as well; namely the hair of Hawkins high himself and a certain hot-blooded Californian bad boy. Little did you know, dark forces were at work just beneath your feet. How the hell did you get caught in the middle of this?

Links: Ch 1  Ch 2  Ch 3  Ch 4  Ch 5  Ch 6   Ch 7

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Ch 1 .:Something Old, Something New:.

Nothing really changed much in Hawkins, Indiana. It was always the same people working the same jobs or going to the same high school. However one thing that was definitely different was the fact that a giant, glass-topped complex decked out in neon signs and flashing lights stood tall in the middle of town square- a stark contrast to everything else around it. Starcourt Mall looked severely out of place in your small town, but then again it had been almost six years since you’ve been here.

Your gaze swept over the impressive building, swarms of teenagers weaving in and out of the stores. Your eyes suddenly settled on a cute blue and white striped sign that read ’Scoops Ahoy!’

“You up for ice cream?” you asked.

“I’m down,” your brother said from the passenger seat.

“Good, because I was going to pull over anyways,” you grinned. 

You backed into a nearby parking spot, getting out of your car and stretching out your arms. The ten hour road trip from Rochester to Hawkins did not do great things for your body or your sleep schedule, especially when you had to live off of nothing but McDonalds and 7-11 food for a few days. As ready as you were to flop face first onto your old bed, some ice cream sounded really good in the sweltering heat.

You headed into the ice cream shop as you took out your wallet, a cute little bell ringing out as you opened the door. 

“Ahoy,” a pretty girl with shoulder length blonde hair greeted you as you walked in. She wore a sailors uniform and hat and looked like she couldn’t wait to go home. However, she seemed to regain a bit of energy as she saw you. She stared at you curiously for a moment, looking you up and down before smiling. 

“Hold on just a second,” she said. 

“Uh, sure?” you said, a bit confused by the girl as she quickly disappeared into the back room,

“You’re gonna want to take this one, Harrington,” Robin said. 

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「 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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please more shy!reader with rockstar remus i’m foaming at the mouth

big scary rockstar gone soft tells u off for neglecting yourself ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1k words

Being a roadie is interesting.

Though roadie can feel generous – you're not a tech, you don't move things, but you're basically the unofficial errand girl. You learn to navigate cities you've never been to before and to mend things in a pinch. You always know where everything is, all the time. If a techie can't find something, they come to you. 

You don't learn to talk to people. A year on the road and everybody knows now to just tell you what they need without any small talk. Everybody except Remus. 

"Dove," he says as soon as he sees you, an empty room between you, "how are you? You look tired." 

You set the guitar strap in your hand onto the desk. The room is a riot of equipment, coats, rucksacks and drinks and food and ashtrays, and you suppose you fit in well – you're a mess, simply put. Wearing the shirt you'd slept in and jeans with a bleach stain up the side, your hair rumpled and pulled back from your face. Of course he'd come to find you now. 

"I'm okay," you say. 

Remus weaves through mess to sit on the table opposite you, legs so long they don't leave the ground. "Good. Are you sleeping okay?" 

You shake your head and hold up Sirius guitar strap. "It's… finicky."

Remus narrows his eyes. "I told him to throw it away." 

You nod with a needle held between your lips for a second while you snip a new thread. "He says it's lucky," you murmur, taking the needle back into your hand. 

"It's disgusting. You don't have to do that."

"Show's in an hour." 

"I know. You look like you haven't slept since the last one." 

You haven't. You don't feel very happy that he's noticed it, though, and you frown. 

"Is there something you wanted, Remus?" you ask with as little emotion as possible. Silly to be upset. Sillier to show it. 

"To see you." 

You stab yourself in the hand with your needle and gasp. "Shit." 

Remus jumps down from the table and is quick at your side. A fat bead of blood wells and trickles down your finger, further soiling the guitar strap in your lap. 

Your eyes go wide at getting blood on Sirius' things and Remus takes it for something else. 

"Hey, it's okay. Let me see," Remus says softly. 

It's nothing. A pinprick. Remus takes your hand in his, his palms and fingers calloused from years of playing bass. Still, his touch is achingly gentle. 

"It's nothing," you say sheepishly. 

He hums like he doesn't agree but lets your hand go, sitting on the arm of your big padded chair. He's taller than you to begin with and this new height adds to how intimidating he can be. 

Then, like sun peeking through low clouds, the suggestion of a smile. A reluctant one, for sure.

"You have to take care of yourself," he says, a short fall from stern. 

"I do." 

"No, listen. I'm not kidding around. You need to sleep. You need to rest."

You swallow around a lump in your throat and shrug. "This is my job. I'm on shift right now, so if someone wants me to-" 

"Sure, but what about this morning? I know you don't start until two. If you can honestly tell me you were having time to yourself before two, then I'll leave you alone." 

You can't honestly tell him that. 

Remus works the guitar strap out of your hand and moves it to the end of the desk where you can't reach, looking down at you all homespun and handsome, eyes edged in the tiniest hints of dark stage makeup, his hair tousled and perfect. There's a bemused edge to his telling off that you don't miss. 

"Sleep deprivation will make you sick. And then who am I gonna have to talk to before the shows? James?" 

"Mean," you say. 

"He can handle it." 

Remus takes your wrist into his hand and ducks down so you're forced to look at his face. His smell drifts towards you, woodsmoke and something fresh, something a little odd, like parsley, coriander. You take a very deep breath. 

"I need you to be good," he says. 

Your eyes go wide. 

"Are you good?" he asks. 

You realise he isn't saying good as in well-behaved, but good as in healthy. The heat is already there, your cheeks flushed, embarrassed to have assumed the wrong meaning. Your pulse jackhammers under your skin. 

"I'm fine," you whisper. 

He tilts his head, hair falling across his forehead. "We can do better than fine." 

When did we become a we? you ask yourself. 

He massages your wrist. You gaze up at his expression hoping it might reveal the right answer, what you're supposed to say; he's impassive and you're speechless. 

Remus doesn't need any words, apparently. He sidles closer on the chair and tugs your arm slowly over his thigh until your head is pressed to his ribcage. His thumb pushes against your palm, his fingers finally thread through yours. 

Maybe you don't need to say anything, either. You close your eyes and let yourself relax against his warm torso. A thousand sounds echo outside of the room – metal scratching and dragging and last minute sound checks. It all fades to white noise as Remus drops the side of his head against your crown. 

"Can't believe he had you fixing that thing. It's disgusting," he murmurs. 

"It's 'vintage,'" you quote. 

"Even if it were, it's a biohazard." 

You flex your fingers where they rest between his. "And I was just touching it. You're infected," you whisper teasingly, lethargy loosening your tongue. 

Remus laughs a startled laugh and squeezes your hand tighter. "I can deal with that."