Imagines of your favorite 'freak' leader of the Hellfire Club in Hawkins, Indiana
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Y/N POV
I sighed, slamming the drivers side door to my car before heading towards Eddie's trailer. He had been ignoring me all day, I called multiple times and I just wanted to make sure he was ok. Once at the door I knocked, and, not surprisingly, he didn't answer. I knocked again, and stood there waiting for what felt like forever before he opened up the door, an unusually gloom look on his face.
"Oh, Y/N." He said, moving slightly over to the side so I could walk in. I stepped up inside and stood there, looking over at him as he closed and locked the door back. As soon as he turned around I stepped closer, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.
He stood there for a second, stiffly, which was odd considering he was always the first to pull me into a hug, but slowly he wrapped his arms back around my waist and once he did, he didn't let go. We stood there for what felt like forever, I rubbed my hand up and down his back as he just squeezed me tightly.
Once he pulled away I looked up at him smiling "Want to uhm- watch a movie or something?" I asked. He just shook his head, "We could just go sit in my room, I'm kinda tired." He said. I nodded back "Yea, of course, let's go do that." I said a bit awkwardly as I followed him back to his room.
When we got in there he just laid back on his bed, his stereo playing softly, much softer than usual, I laid back beside him, just staring up at the ceiling in silence. Eddie had acted like this one other time before, he had gotten into a fight with his uncle and said something he regretted, but I didn't wanna start off a conversation by bringing that up.
"So.." I started, trialing off "What'd you uh-what'd you do today?" I asked. "Nothing really, I was supposed to finish this DND campaign but I didn't really feel like it." He said, in a tired voice. I just hummed in response. Now I knew something was wrong, I just had to figure out what.
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It had been an hour, one excruciatingly long hour of laying beside Eddie, neither one of us talking and the fact that I knew he was upset was eating me alive. I looked over to see him just staring up at the ceiling so I sat up. "Hey, Eddie." I said, a bit nervously.
"Can I talk to you?" I asked. He furrowed his eyebrows, and his face finally shown at least one emotion the entire day as he sat up. "Sure." He mumbled. "Are you uhm, are you ok?" I asked.
He didn't answer for a few seconds, but I saw it in his eyes, the way they teared up, the way he tried to stop it, but he couldn't. Suddenly he leaned forward into me as his shoulders began shaking. He was crying. "Hey. Eds, it's ok." I said, tightly wrapping one arm around his neck as I rubbed up and down his back with the other.
He continued crying as I felt the tears soak through my shirt. We just stayed that way, Eddie crying, and me trying to console him, rubbing his back and rocking us back and forth. Eventually, his sobs turned into little gasps for breath as he sat up, cupping my face.
"I love you, sweetheart." He said leaning closer and kissing me, hard. "So much." He finished. I smiled at him, "I love you too Eds, but what's wrong?" I asked him, concerned. He just shook his head, wiping his nose, "It's kind of stupid." He admitted.
"I promise you it isn't going to be stupid Eddie." I said more seriously. He bit his bottom lip, throwing his head back as he seemingly thought of what he could say next. "I just." He started, "I just don't understand why me." He said, his voice wavering.
I furrowed my eyebrows "What do you mean baby?" I asked as he avoided eye contact with me. "I just don't understand why Jason and his stupid friends always pick on me? I mean am I really a-a freak." He said as his lip quivered.
I felt my heart basically shatter at the look on his face when he looked back up at me. "No, you're not a freak, Jason and his friends are just assholes." I said back to him. He laughed bitterly looking back down, playing with a string on his comforter "Yea, but people actually like them, it doesn't matter if they're assholes, but me? No one except for you and my friends, I mean they all-they all think I'm some kind of devil worshipping freak." He ranted.
"Who gives a shit about them," I said cupping his face so he would look at me. "I love you, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Gareth, Jeff, they all love you too, in their own ways and we know who you really are, and that's all that matters." I said, rubbing my thumb across his cheek.
"You're not some devil-worshipping freak, you're funny, you're kind to all the other kids who are pinned as freaks, you're so smart, and so insanely talented and-" I started before he cut me off by leaning in and kissing me again.
"Thank you." He said as he pulled away, "I don't know why I let Jason and those idiots affect me sometimes it just you know—gets to me." He finished. I smiled at him "Want me to beat their asses?" I asked, causing him to chuckle "As much as I'd love to see that, I kind of just want you to stay right here." He said, pulling me to lay my head on his chest as he leaned back.
I closed my eyes, feeling his arms wrap tightly around me as he kissed the top of my head. "I love you sweetheart." He whispered again as I laid there listening to the steady beat of his heart. "I love you too." I whispered back.
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A/N: Currently posting some drafts I have because I have a busy day so sorry if there's any mistakes. ALSO Jason Carver hate club
