The Hanky Code (Eddie Munson x Male Reader)

2 (Updated)

Warnings: Smoking, Throwing up, Panic attack, references to ed's
Already getting the angst in ;)

1562 words

Every member of Hellfire was cheering and jumping around, all the tension built in the room was gone now and everyone was happy about it. After hours upon hours you all finally finished the session, it was easy for you to slip in and play along. It was almost as if you'd been along since the beginning.

Walking out you saw the younger members were looking off to the gym for a moment. They then turned away and joined everyone in geeking out about the campaign. Eddie was smiling oh so smugly, as much as he acted like their presence was one of the worst things in the world, he was still happy to make them happy. Mostly he seemed proud to have made what was probably the best campaign you've been a part of, even if it was only one session. You couldn't wait for more. A feeling of sadness was in the air as you walked to your car.

"Hey, y/n! Wait up," Eddie spoke loudly running up to you slightly winded, a common sight. You turned your attention towards him.

"You smoke?"
"Hell yea,"

He led you over to his van opening the back and immediately shutting it once inside. He rumaged around until eventually finding what he was looking for. It was a little bag with a few perfectly rolled blunts, one was held one out to you already being lit. "Don't worry first ones free," he added, clearly he'd sold quite a few in his day. "Good to know," you responded.

You inhaled the smoke trying to hold it best you could before erupting in a coughing fit, it'd been a long time. The sting in your overly sensitive throat hurt but you ignored it, now was not the time.

He just laughed at you, "low tolerance?" he asked, taking a hit so effortlessly you'd think he was inhaling cotton candy.

"Nope it's just, been a while." you continued slightly out of breath. The smell filled your nose as a familiar one, thankfully it wouldn't raise any suspicion when you returned home.

After a bit you and Eddie found yourselves high off your asses sitting maybe too close together, talking about nothing in particular but still laughing at anything and everything. The conversations shifted so many times it was hard to keep up. Until it shifted to a more uncomfortable topic.

"Can I ask now why you really moved to Hawkins, I'm sure your parents are aware of the rumors." You hesitated for a second, but in the state you were in it didn't matter right now. "My parents are druggies, they figured a town that's cursed would be one where you could easily buy and sell, not to mention the reputation of some residents like one guy named 'Reefer Rick' who they're already trying to find and buy from."

He perked up recognizing the name. "Well damn, he's my supplier but he's a pretty big recluse." He laughed, "I wish your parents luck."

"So, I'm like 99% sure by now that you sell?" you asked, he again chuckled to himself. "Well obviously," he started, "how do you think I payed for the shit in that room?" Your voice joined his in his chuckle.

It wasn't till you were snapped away from your thoughts that you realized just how close you two had gotten. He didn't seem to mind and neither did you. His eyes were so easy to find yourself lost in, the way they lit up when he talked about things he was passionate about. The way you two inched closer was comforting as well as the way your fingers laced together on the floor of his van.

Almost un noticeably the distance between you two was closed, it was soft and comfortable. The way you two moved together was fluid-like, in perfect sync. It slipped your mind how earlier in the evening you mentioned the handkerchief in his back pocket, which was uncomfortable yet comfortable knowing you weren't the only one in a 50 mile radius. His hand found its way to the back of your neck deepening the kiss further. Something about his touch seemed to wake you up from whatever trance this was.

You immediately realized what was happening and pulled away.

"Shit, shit, I'm sorry we just met I didn't mean to- I didn't mean to do that, I'm just- I'm sorry." You quickly said as you rushed to the doors of his van. You opened them and hopped out despite his protests and assurance. You rushed over to your car sitting in the driver side holding your head in your hands. 'That did not just happen, that did not just fucking happen.' you thought.

You turned the key in the ignition glancing over to see Eddie sat in his van completely dumbfounded but he stepped out and moved to his own driver side door.

As you drove you could feel the panic rising up as well as the familiar taste of bile. You couldn't handle it anymore. You pulled off to the side of the empty road and practically launched yourself across the seats to the passenger door and onto the grass. Nothing came up on its own, you hated yourself for it but you had to force it.

The taste of stomach acid tainted your mouth almost making you repeat the action. You sat back with your head against the car trying to steady your breathing. 'In, one two three four, out, one two three four.' Over and over until you gathered yourself and your thoughts. It dawned on you that maybe it was a slight overreaction, but with your luck and experience maybe it was a good thing.

You could taste the salt in your tears as they caught your lip dripping on your shirt and the ground. Looking around at where you were you sat in your car you locked the door for safety, you tried to pull yourself together enough to get home. In the cup holder there was a to-go cup of warm flat diet coke sitting in the cup holder, it was worth a shot. You took a sip trying to rid the taste from your mouth almost successfully.

You wiped your face staining the sleves of your new shirt and started driving home, probably breaking several traffic laws but all you wanted was to get into your bed and under the covers.
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The next day came quick from how tired you were. You thanked your lucky stars it was Saturday, and you could come up with some kind of exploration for last night that didn't completely ruin Eddie's image of you. You finally found a group of people you could see someday calling your friends and you didn't want to give that up. For now though, you decided just to sleep away your headache.

Everything around you was uncomfortable, your clothes, your sheets, your skin even. You had to ignore every sensory feeling which was entirely too difficult, yet somehow you still managed.

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Your heart and mind were racing. The leg you couldn't get to stop bouncing shook the car ever so slightly, not enough for the other guy to notice. Yet another journey into the land of self loathing, the same guy had found and met up with you now for the tenth time. All you wanted was distracting, self-pity sex, nothing like this. This has gone too far. You told yourself you'd break it off immediately before it went any further.

That was until he broke the sweaty kiss, breathing so heavily he barely got the words out. But you heard. You heard enough to make your heart sink down to your stomach and swirl up all kinds of nauseating feeling. He wanted to be 'exclusive' as he said it. Your mind was floating on a cloud of ecstasy and oxytocin. You didn't even catch yourself agreeing before the situation at hand became far too intimate to stop now and leave.

So you agreed.

And the next few months were pure hell to endure. Not much time had passed before you decided you couldn't handle it anymore.

"What am I to you then? Huh? You said you loved me." He yelled far too loud as your parents were downstairs, they didn't need to hear this and learn your secret just yet. Your nerves were standing on end and every part of your body was screaming at you to leave for another room. His hurt was evident on his face, every word blurred together, the whole argument was foggy and over far too quickly for what you remember.

He stormed out after long leaving you to yourself, once you couldn't hear his footsteps anymore your feet carried you swiftly through the door to your adjoining bathroom. You knelt on the ground, lifting the lid and forcefully emptying your stomach. Your emotions, your anxiety, all disguised as everything you'd binged from earlier that day. You couldn't stop to help yourself, you didn't want to. Nothing broke your mind from its task, until a familiar pair of footsteps approached mumbling something incoherent until the voice yelled out in disgust.

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Your body jolted awake sweaty and writhing uncontrollably. Maybe sleeping wasn't the best option now.