To The End || EDDIE MUNSON x READER||

The Ramble

After dropping off Eddie, I drive over to Robin's house to pick her up. As soon as I pull up, I can see her standing on the front porch, arms crossed and tapping her foot.

"You were supposed to get me at noon!" she calls out as she climbs into the car, her voice laced with annoyance.

"Sorry, I lost track of time," I groan, feeling the weight of the day's exhaustion already creeping back in. I start the engine and pull away from the curb, turning towards Steve's house to grab him next.

"Doing what?" she asks, still clearly irritated.

"I was at my chill spot and ran into someone, that's all," I answer, keeping my eyes on the road.

"Who's this someone? Because if you don't really know them, they could be a psycho or, like, someone who eats people and kills them or something—" Robin continues, her voice picking up speed as she launches into one of her infamous rants.

"Robin, you're rambling again," I interrupt her with a roll of my eyes. "And yes, I know the person. It was just Eddie."

"Eddie? Eddie Munson?" she asks, her tone shifting immediately, intrigued.

"The one in Hellfire. With Dustin and Mike? He's tall and wears that cool vest?" I confirm, glancing over at her.

"Ohhh," she says, her face lighting up in a mischievous smirk. "Eddie Munson, huh?"

"Robin," I sigh, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "that's like the second time we've ever spoken to each other."

Before she can respond, Steve bursts through the door of his house and climbs into the backseat, cutting me off. "You took forever," he huffs, already looking annoyed.

"Yes, I know," I reply, feeling the tension already building.

"Y/N was with Eddie Munson," Robin blurts out, her eyes shifting toward Steve with a mischievous gleam.

"Liar," Steve whispers under his breath, his voice full of disbelief.

Robin nods vigorously, her grin widening. "I'm telling you!"

"We ran into each other," I mutter, trying to downplay the encounter.

"Kinda!?" Robin exclaims, her voice rising in excitement.

"I was at the chill spot, and he was there," I shrug, feeling embarrassed now. "Do you guys wanna stop here?" I point to a local liquor store as we approach it.

"Yes, stop!" Robin says, practically bouncing in her seat. "But Y/N, why didn't you tell us? You can't just run into Eddie Munson and not mention it. I mean, the guy's a little... mysterious."

"Oh my god, Robin. Why would you even say anything?" I groan, pulling into the store parking lot. "It wasn't even that big of a deal."

"You know I can't keep anything in," Robin explains with a shrug. "I just start rambling. Sorry, Steve, just shut up, please! You're obv—"

"You're rambling again, Robin," Steve mutters, already frustrated.

We get out and head inside the store. We grab a bunch of snacks, but the conversation doesn't end once we're back in the car.

"So, do you like him?" Steve asks from the backseat, his voice casual but probing.

"What? No! I just met him yesterday!" I reply, flustered.

Robin looks at Steve like she's found some juicy gossip. "I think it might be a good thing if you do like him. Especially after what happened with Tyler last year—"

"Why," I start, voice heavy, "do you have to bring up Tyler?" I sigh, staring at the road. "He's gone, Robin. It's not going to change."

After Tyler died last summer, everything shifted. Tyler was my best friend, my everything, and losing him felt like losing a part of myself. The first few months were brutal. I didn't get out of bed. I didn't eat. I couldn't even force myself to take care of the basics, like brushing my hair. Everyone checked on me for a while, but eventually, they all gave up. I eventually came around, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't still hurt sometimes.

And then there was Max, who took the hardest hit. After seeing Billy sacrifice himself in front of everyone, she never really recovered. I tried to talk to her, to pull her out of her shell, but she was so distant. Even when she was right there, next to you.

"I know," Robin mutters, her tone shifting, more serious now. "I just wanted to say..."

"I know," I repeat, my voice soft, but my heart feels heavy all the same. The drive is quiet after that. We don't speak again until we pull up to my house.

Later, in my room, the tension disappears as soon as we settle in to watch Steve's movie pick, Chopping Mall. It's a dumb slasher, but we don't care. The three of us sprawl out on my bed—Steve at the edge, Robin in the middle, and me next to her.

~
The next morning, I wake up to the weight of Robin sprawled across both me and Steve. I groan and push her legs off me. "Hey!" she mutters, half asleep.

"You were on top of me!" I grumble, already annoyed at how chaotic our sleepovers always end up being.

I drag myself out of bed, walking over to the vanity mirror. My hair is a complete mess—knots everywhere—and I'm wearing one sock and mismatched pajama pants.

Steve is still out cold, but Robin has already drifted back to sleep, mouth hanging open, snoring lightly.

I shake my head and head downstairs to find Dustin at the kitchen counter, staring blankly at his cereal.

"You hungry?" I ask, reaching into the fridge.

"Of course I am," he grumbles without looking up.

I pull out eggs and frozen waffles, making enough for everyone. By the time I finish cooking, Robin and Steve stumble downstairs.

"I did not!" Robin defends herself as she walks in, trying to clear her name.

"Yes, you did! You sleep weird!" Steve barks back, rubbing his neck like he's still trying to shake off the weirdness of the night.

I laugh and tell them breakfast is ready. We eat together, and I drop Steve off at work while Robin and I head home to finish an assignment before school starts again.

Robins' mom picks her up a little before dinner time, and it leaves just me and Dustin.

"Hey," I say, a sudden thought striking me, "do you mind teaching me how DnD works? It seems like a cool game."

Dustin turns slowly in his chair to face me. "Why?"

"I don't know. It just looks fun. Can you teach me?"

He eyes me skeptically but then nods. "Alright, let's do it. I'll help you make a character first."

I grin as he helps me craft my character and learn all the rules. Surprisingly, it's fun, and I even begin to understand why Dustin loves it so much.

"Thanks, Dustin. That was actually fun," I say as we finish the session.

"I told you," he grins at me.

I roll my eyes, but I can't help but smile. Maybe I'm starting to understand this Hellfire thing after all.