Oneshots (For Garbage Men)

Eddie Munson- My Hero

‼️‼️‼️WARNING! ‼️‼️‼️

MAJOR ST4 FINALE SPOILERS!

⚠️DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU HAVE WATCHED THE SEASON FINALE⚠️

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"I'm not gonna be the hero, this time. You go, Harrington, you're more cut out for that anyways." The boy with the mane of brown curls uttered as he patted Steve 'the hair' Harrington's cotton-clad arm. 

I stood beside the man called Eddie- well, I suppose it's hard to regard him as a man, as he was still attending High School as a 20-year-old. However this metal-head, punk, D&D adoring, falsely accused cult leader, secret teddy bear was one of the only individuals in my ragtag group that still had a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. He, unlike the others and I, had not been beaten down by the years of constant battle and life-altering anxiety. He quickly turned his head to look at me-his eyes yearning for some kind of reassurance from his friend. 

God I wished I could be more. All the sleepless nights spent with him in his trailer, listening to him strum mindlessly on his guitar, the noise flowing into one ear and out of the other. Before this mess we used to lay on his stained mattress together and spill every secret we ever had- making it so that confidentialities were nonexistent. We would slumber together, entangled in the thin and threadbare covers, never once questioning our platonic nature. As the months became longer and the weeks grew weary, I began to wonder what it would be like to be his. I swiftly banished such thoughts from my head when bigger problems arose, or at least I thought I did. They all came flooding back to me in this moment- along with a pervasive sense of dread. The remainders of the group trudged away- Harrington, Henderson, Wheeler, and Buckley. I was left with Munson. We were the diversion- the unintentionally sacrificial bodies. 

"So let's get this party started! Are you with me, Y/N?" Eddie grinned. At least he had retained some humor despite being in the upside down. 

"As ready as I'll ever be." I huffed as I grabbed a sturdy board to protect the windows of Eddie's trailer- or whatever parallel version there was of it in the upside down. 

We worked for what seemed like forever, the both of us possessed a somber sense as we labored. Thoughts of Eddie entangled my conscience, my lips nearly moved to tell him that I loved him- yet I thought better of it. I bit my lip- a tad too hard, blood meeting my tooth as I gasped.

"You okay?" Eddie swiftly flew to my side.

"Oh yeah! I'm just- I lost control of my lip there!" I chuckled, making a shaky attempt to lighten the mood, although I knew that I was lying- something that I had never done to Eddie. 

"Such a strange thing to do, M'Lady." He remarked. Pulling away from the side of the dilapidated trailer, he spread his arms in a triumphant manner. "Looks like we're finished!" 

I grinned. He led me inside where he made a beeline for his room.

"What's your plan, Munson?" I called into the hallway. 

"It's like this has been waiting here for me!" His ecstatic voice rang.

I carefully maneuvered myself around the living snakelike vines adorning the floor, and into Eddie's room. He brandished his guitar, a mischievous smile painting his face. 

"Oh my god, I see what you're doing." 

"This is going to be the most metal concert in the history of Hawkins!" He practically skipped into the hallway.