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Rainfall — E.Munson

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Summary: <In which Eddie Munson is invited by his crush, Y/n, into her house after seeing him drenched from the rain. >

Pairings: <Eddie Munson x Henderson!fem!reader>

Warnings: <use of she/her pronouns, fluff, mentioning of Satan. >

a/n: <I WROTE MOST OF THIS BEFORE VOL.2 CAME OUT AND NOW IM SAD😭😭😭. NOT PROOFREAD. I also don't know anything about guitars. the Henderson part has like no importance in this fic for except one scene. pls yell me how to do the "view post" or "keep reading" tab on mobile asap>

creds for gif: @johnclaytonmayer

⚠️ i will not allow anyone copy and pasting my work into any other social platform or site without consulting with me first ⚠️

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T'was a warm summer day, and everything was as best as it could be, until the rain showed up. You could say that it was very uncalled for. Those at the pool, including you and friends, started off dry and warm then became drenched and cold. It wasn't the best way to start of a summer day, but it wasn't the worst.

You didn't despise the cold weather, actually it was rather nice. Yes, you couldn't do much outside, but there was much to do indoors, such as reading in bed, baking a cake, or simply observing the beauty of the falling droplets of water the created art on your own window. Though not everyone felt this way, you definitely did.

Sitting in your room, listening to Silhouettes by The Rays, peacefully, a sudden bang of thunder occurred.

"Is it really that bad?" you thought aloud, setting your novel down and sauntering towards the window.

Peering out of the already opened window, you noticed the thunderstruck and how powerful it was. Despite the chill of the wind, the sound of rain softly hitting the earth was calming. Could you get hypothermia and get sick? Yes, no doubt about it. Was it worth it? Also, yes.

Gazing downwards, away from the lightning bolts, you noticed a… man? He was walking, in the rain, by himself. You shifted the window up just a little bit, and put your whole upper body out the other end.

Was that Eddie Munson?

“Eddie?” you asked, yelling at the boy. “Is that you?!”

“Y/n?” he looked up.

“What the hell are you doing in the rain, Eds?! You could get sick,” you exclaimed, worried about the sake of this man.

“Yea, I know," he supposed, scratching the back o his head with one arm. "I went to a friend's house an I lost my way back!"

That was most definitely not true. He had gone into the woods to retrieve the drugs that Reefer Rick owed him. But he wasn't going to say that to the girl he liked, is he?

"Mhm, ok, why don't you stay here until the storm stops?! It’s getting kind of late, plus my parents wouldn't mind!" you offered, being generous. If he stayed out there any longer he's going to get very sick.

"No, it's fine, I can use a bit of exercise," he reassured, not wanting to seem like a burden.

"Are you sure?! You look cold, no?!"

Did Eddie really want to walk two miles more than he already did? Or stay in a warm house where he could dry off and relax for a bit. He didn't really have a choice, so he chose the best, more reasonable option.

"On a second thought," he started. "You don't mind if stay with you, do you?!"

You smiled joyfully, happy with the outcome of the argument.

"Not at all, wait near the front door! I'll be there in a second!" you began to run to the door, awaiting for Eddie's arrival.

As Eddie jogged to the door, it had already opened. You appeared out the door with two towels and a blanket in hand. By the time Eddie arrived, you noticed how he was awfully drenched and was practically shivering because of the rain.

"C'mon Eds, don’t wanna freeze, now do we?"

He came inside the warm home and was wrapped up in the towels and blanket you offered.

"Let's go to my room," you directed, beginning to walk up the stairs with Eddie following. He looked at the wall just before the staircase, it was nearly covered with old school photos of you and Dustin.

Dustin was already aware of this “crush” Eddie had, but he was not aware that it was on his own sister. He assumed it was Chrissy Cunningham or someone from the crowd.

“Hey, Dustin, do you happen to have the mattress Mike used when he stayed over?” you asked, standing on the doorway of your brother’s room.

“Yea, it’s in the storage room,” he said, looking up from whatever project he was working on.

You nodded, pivoting towards the other end of the hallway.

“You can wait in my room, if you’d like, it’ll take me a minute to get across the hallway,” you smiled, continuing to walk up the stairs.

It was a fairly easy distance from the staircase to your room, your door was covered and posters and stickers. Upon entering your room, Eddie was stunned, yet not surprised by the decoration of your room. Posters of bands and movies crowded your wall. It was colorful, but dull. In the dark corner of your room hid an electric guitar.

"Sweet," Eddie admired, going I've to pick it up. "A flying V." He stroked the strings, as well caressing the v shaped body of the guitar. Right as you walked in, carrying the mattress with you, Eddie began playing a riff. Stopping your entrance, you let go and watched from the doorway.

The tall, lean man with long fingers and an odd side grin was delicately playing your electric guitar made of solid Mahogany. You stand there admiring the music while observing his hands pluck and strum the steel guitar strings. You cautiously move up to him to get a better look at how his hands are positioned, leaving the mattress behind. Although the musician's hands look to be moving quickly and with difficulty, they actually seem quite simple. The song seemed to end, as the pluck of the strings came to a stop.

“You must be a guitar expert,” you remarked, going back to carry the bare mattress.

“Oh, me? Thanks,” he smiled, gazing back down to the guitar. “How do you have it? It’s literally so perfect.”

“Before my dad and mom were officially divorced, he gifted it to me. Said he didn’t need it,” you answered, setting up Eddie’s bed for the night.

“Oh, sorry about that,” he said, seemingly embarrassed about what he said.

“No, don’t be, he was a douche to my mom, anyway,” you replied. “Tell me about your life, Eds, I wanna know more about you.”

“Me? Really? There’s nothing really interesting about me,” he said.

“What? Of course there is, I here you and your club laughing and having fun backstage of the theatre all the time. Surely there’s something interesting, I know there is.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” he stammered. “Well, I was born here in Hawkins, Indiana…”

And so he went on, spilling his life story to you, as you sat there carefully listening to what he was saying. He isn’t what people say he is. They say is an Satan worshiping, devil cult leader who is insane as hell. But in reality, he’s a sweet boy who sits there and ignores it all. It really was a pleasure knowing him, and getting to hear his thoughts on things.

After he told you his life story, all night long you guys giggled and talked about absolutely everything. Chatting about opinions on different subjects, funny stories, and how boring Hawkins is. The both of you never knew how much you guys had in common. Maybe this is the start of a new friendship, or maybe something even more.

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a/n: hey y'all! Just to clarify, this is definitely not my best writing, some of it was rushed, but overall I'm ok with it. oml this season finale for stranger things 4 was a wild ride. I'm literally so excited for season 5.

Reposts and requests are always welcomed! Make sure to go check ou my other stuff! My masterlist is linked at th top of the page! Thank you for reading my fan fic!

[madaboutmunson]

Ok maybe I'm a bit behind here but I just realised something.

This scene:

Dustin is using Eddie's tone 😂😂😂😂

[friendly-neighbourhood-spiderm4n]

Dustin: Steve? Do you think that you would still hang out with me if I was a worm?

Steve: Dude, if you were a worm, then that would make me one proud worm dad.

Dustin: Did you just-

Steve: Yes, yes I did. You just need to sign here.

Dustin: *crying* tHankS DaD!

[stevieschesthairs]

eddie and steve are co parents and no one can tell me otherwise 🔪

[marinelacookies]

Someone should write fanfic about Voldy Moldy and Veccy Poo

It would be absolutely atrocious but that’s the point

[bleedingcandle]

JUST A THOUGHT!

Does anyone remember when Dustin came back from camp or whtvr and goes to scoops ahoy to find Steve, and they start playing around and acting like they’re fighting? I noticed Dustin fake stab Steve and Steve acting like blood was spewing out of him, and the camera gets a good look at his face while he laughs and smiles. What if this was the duffer brothers way of hinting how Steve dies ???

[marcylienes]

happy 20th birthday gaten matarazzo !!! 🥳‼️