stranger things x reader oneshots + imagines

a midnight visitor - eddie munson x reader - part 1

tw: fluff - dear god brace yourselves.

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the cold midnight winds stung your eyes, as the tears that streamed down your eyes did not threaten to stop. you could only pedal faster to remove the knot in your chest that grew tighter with every wheezing breath. your vision fuzzed, but in the distance, you could see the caravan park; your destination. your hideaway home for the night.

your hands gripped the handlebars harder, as the ferocious winds, the uneven terrain, and the veil of darkness threatened you to completely lose your grip. but you had your eyes set on one caravan, and you hadn't come this far, to only get this far.

as your bike twindled to the final stretch, you finally caught a moment to consider the state you were in. a cloying mix of mascara and eyeliner must be running down your flushed face, your cheeks must be battered and sticky and moist, and your hair must be untamed and windswept. what would he say if he saw you like this?

no, you had to push past those thoughts. this was one of your best friends. eddie. he had seen you in all different states. winning a d&d tournament, to half-asleep in class, to crying in the corridor, whilst he comforted you after your jock basketball boyfriend andy broke up with you. you had known eddie for years, and he seemed to be the only one that really understood you. it seemed you understood him better than most also.

so when a harmless argument about washing the dishes turned into something much more violent at home, you raced on your bike to see the only one you wanted to see.

you couldn't turn back now.

three knocks. the soft tapping on the linoleum door. but what if he was asleep? what if he was already out? you would surely just have to sleep in the d-

when the sound of the door whipping open snapped you out of your thoughts. you were met with no other than the dark brooding eyes of eddie munson.

quickly upon realising who his midnight visitor was, his features softened, his eyes flickering ever-so-gently with concern.

'god, y/n, you scared the shit out of me! are you... are you..?'

he laid no time for you to consider an answer to his unfinished question, as he led you into his trailer caravan. he began rapidly to jostle and move his possessions, flinging a jacket around here and there, as if to make his home more presentable for you. you didn't know why he was so concerned, it wasn't as if you hadn't been here a million times already.

finally, he busied himself with searching in every drawer, to light a candle. it seemed rather elaborate of the mr munson you knew, but there was something about the way the flame flicked on the singular stick, that you couldn't help but feel entranced.

finally, as it seemed preparations were all correct, he slowly walked over to you. his fingertips ran up your arm, gently stroking you as if to calm you. what he didn't know, is that it happened to awaken every nerve and impulse in your body. what was going on? you had never felt this way in his presence before.

'so tell me, what happened?'

you swallowed, as your mind reminded you of the traumas from home that had led you here. but as you inhaled a shuddery breath, your lungs were filled with the scent of eddie's distinctive aftershave and yeasty beer. you were reminded of where your true home was.

the story slipped out of you in a tumble of hesitations and stutters. but at no point did his attention waver. his eyes stayed locked on you for the entire time. and it wasn't nerving nor creepy. it was comforting to know someone cared so much about you and could listen to you talk for what felt like hours, in the warm candlelight.

but your frightful tale ended in the climax. 'and then he... my dad said something along the lines of 'you're a waste of space and money!' and he- uh... he, hit me.'

eddie's lips parted, in the most heartfelt display of shock. his eyes wide as he asked, 'where?'

your hand shook slightly, as you lifted it to point to your left cheek. the pain still hot and throbbing.

he led you closer to the candlelight, as if to get a better look at it. his eyes examining what you assumed to be a reddish bruise, if not a swollen lump. when he too, carefully lifted his fingertips, making eye contact to ask,

'may i?'

you didn't press for his medical certificates, as instead, you would trust your life in his hands. and so when you nodded, his fingertips gently touched the tip of your skin. although you expected the pain to exacerbate, it simply seemed to wash away. it seemed eddie's touch provided a cool sensual sensation to run rings around your cheek. you had never felt safer.

but with the lack of physical pain, came the rushing of mental pain, as your self-consciousness caught up on you.

'i bet i look really ugly right now...' you almost choked on the words, making them lose their comedic value, and instead just pitiful.

when his eyes connected with yours, and you swore the golden candlelight reflecting off his darkened marron irises was entrancing you. entrancing you to him.

'y/n, you know, i don't think there's one moment in the whole time i've known you that i've thought you were ugly. that just isn't something i'd synonymize with you.'

the words softly swirled into your ears, as if leaving your brain to pick out the pieces of what to take from that. he had never thought you were ugly? perhaps the rest of the time, he had thought you were mediocre? there was no telling.

until...

'you know, i think i've known i've loved you since the first moment i laid eyes on you. but of course, i wouldn't say anything, even when that jerk andy treated you terribly. i just- i just wanted to see you happy. that's all.'

your broken heart softly stitched itself up. all those little fragments and pieces that had been fractured over the years seemed to reconnect and flourish.

your best friend, eddie, in love with you.

was it possible you loved him too?

speechless and sleepy, he led you over to his couch. too tired to even take your doc martens off, you curled up and fell asleep as soon as your body hit the fabric.