"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆." He said lovingly.
"Don't say that..." I quivered.
"Y/n-"
"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭! I am nothing like you!" I cut him off.
"Are you sure about that? Because the scene in front of me says otherwise..."
𖥠𖥠𖥠𖥠𖥠𖥠
This town was always strange, that's why they made TV show based off of it. Que Stranger Things. It was shot and came out is the late 80's, and you've been obsessed with it since you were a kid, as well as Eddie Munson himself. He as an actual person inspired you. You latched onto him and his music since you could remember....
You can only go so far at nine years old, though. You've always felt like something, or someone, was missing from your life. Of course, a big chapter was cut out, and certain feelings came with it. Maybe you longed for an actual family. Maybe you longed for someone you could relate to. I mean, your friends certainly don't. They try so hard to make up for the lack of parental love you've never received, but you hate it.
All of a sudden, your life starts to piece itself back together, but not in a good way. People come into your life that you wish didn't, but only one you accept. Plot holes in your own life you've been trying to fill are found. Questions left unanswered are finally answered. People you thought you could trust were never trustworthy to being with. But most importantly, you found your family. Sure, a few people die along the way, but hey, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮.
⚠︎︎Warning: Story will have violent descriptions and details at times. If you are not comfortable reading anything related to: murder, torture, blood, death, body anatomy, etc, do not read. Although, why are you here if you don't like it?⚠︎︎
Started: August 10th, 2023
End
"I've been... seeing things." Eddie's eyes immediately brightened, and he turned to look at you slowly.
"What kind of things?" His face was stern, and you saw him swallow harshly.
You gulped, trying to explain to him the imagery that appeared then disappeared almost immediately. "It's like... it started with my dads blood on my hands, and then just now I saw a grandfather clock-"
"God damn it! Jesus H Christ!" He kicked over the garbage can you stood next to. "How many times have you seen it?" He didn't turn to look at you.
"What? How did you-"
"How many times have you seen the god damn clock?!" He spun around to grab your shoulders. You could see tears welling up behind his eyelashes. Why was he crying?
"Just once."
He pulled you into his chest, wrapping one arm around your waist and cradling the back of your head in his other. "Okay, okay. This is fine. We still have time to, uh..." he trailed off, removing his hand from your head to wipe his face. "We can fix this. We can save you."
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She/her pronouns.
Descriptive smut scenes, read at your own risk 😂
I'll probably write a prequel to explain everything beforehand, I know this is a bit of a cold opening. Steve is back in your grade, so he's just a year younger.
I do not own the rights to any of the characters, dialogue, or settings.
#1 in ynfanfiction on 3/20/23, 4/16/23-4/24/23
Total word count: 136,178-ish