A/N: MAJOR SPOILER!!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN STRANGER THINGS VOL 2 ENDING
In a chaotic storm, the demobats rose.
You stumbled around in search of Eddie, calling his name repeatedly. It was dark and foggy with the occasional thunder and lightning sending an eerie shiver down your spine. You were extremely exhausted but pushed through.
"EDDIE?!"
There was no response except for your voice that echoed through the wasteland. For a split second, you almost turned to leave until you heard the faint sound of weeping from nearby. Straining your eyes, you noticed a shadow so you crept closer with full caution.
You got close enough to make sense of where the shadow came from.
A strangled scream passed your lips as you suddenly ran towards a mortally wounded Eddie who was lying on the cold, slimy ground. Collapsing to your knees, you scooped his body into your embrace becoming covered in the blood that gushed from his injuries. The initial shock had left you speechless.
"Bad huh?"
His voice was soft. "No no, you're going to be f-fine baby. We just gotta get you to a hospital" you eventually spoke in a trembling voice. "Okay," he choked and spluttered. You tried lifting Eddie up to his feet but he was too heavy and too engrossed in pain to move. You had no choice but to stay there with him in the Upside Down.
"I didn't run away this time, right?"
Eddie spoke in shallower breaths. Tears slipped down your face as you helplessly watched your boyfriend grow weaker. "No, you didn't run baby," you comforted, rocking him in a slow, gentle motion. Eddie forced himself to smile. "You gotta tell Dustin to look after those little sheep for me," he coughed.
Hellfire club wouldn't be the same, you knew that. Eddie was devoted to his craft and that was one of the many attributes you always admired about him even from the first time you met him.
"No!" You shook your head vigorously "You're gonna do that yourself!"
"Not this time baby."
You sniffled. Dustin Henderson was back at the trailer forced to lie low because of his injured leg. You didn't want to have to face him in the aftermath, to be the bearer of bad news. How would you ever tell him that his beloved leader is gone forever...? You simply couldn't do it.
Eddie noticed you began to panic by your erratic breathing. "Hey baby," his arm raised so he could caress your cheek "Imagine we got to graduate," he whispered. You closed your eyes momentarily, envisioning the two of you wearing your gown and caps, holding hands and kissing proudly because you accomplished your goals.
"I think it's our year Y/n" he glanced at you "I think it's finally our year."
Eddie grunted and gasped for air.
"I love you, baby."
Eddie handed you his guitar pick, his most prized possession.
You began to sob. "I love you too, Eddie."
With his eyes half-lidded, tears slid down his pale cheeks. His mind was still vaguely active, just enough for him to hear the familiar song you always used to sing to him. 'Eddie My Love' by The Teen Queens. He thought about his favourite memory with you.
You had visited Eddie at his trailer shortly after he had moved in with his uncle Wayne. "This place is a bummer," he muttered, glancing around scornfully. "You know baby," you stood up slowly "I have the perfect song to cheer you up" you smiled. "Oh yeah?" Eddie smirked "What's that?" He took a step towards you.
On the vinyl, you started to play 'Eddie My Love', even singing along and circling around him. Eddie playfully rolled his eyes, it was far from his own taste but he enjoyed seeing you happy. "Cmere baby," he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your body. Together, you slow danced to the music, your head rested against his chest as you listened to his rhythmic heartbeat.
That was the day you confessed your love to each other, a day that neither of you would ever forget.
"This can't be goodbye, I need you!" Your voice cracked.
Despite being healthily alive, it felt like your life had been stolen. You were crying so much that it was hard to breathe, your body shaking and shivering in sheer distress. Eddie held you close, his rings brushed over the flesh on your back. You were in such disbelief it almost didn't feel real, more like a nightmare you couldn't escape.
As you merely played with his hair, he settled down. He always liked the feeling of your fingers raking through his locks, especially after a long stressful day. "I'm glad you never did get that haircut," you whispered, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work, it made you even more upset.
You were broken, he could sense it. Silently and vocally, you begged and prayed that he wouldn't leave. Not now, not now when there was still a future you had to fulfil together. You had talked about graduation and pursuing your ideal jobs. Especially marriage and starting a family. Your dreams were being snatched from you in a blur.
Eddie felt a slight pressure on his lips, a tenderly kiss.
It felt like his heart stopped, he was determined to fight through for you like the many times he had done before.
Eddie Munson was not so fortunate. Even the simple act of intimacy could not save him from the curse of an everlasting slumber. His breathing ceased and Eddie died in your arms, his last words replayed in your mind 'I love you, baby.'
He truly did, Eddie loved you more than anything in the world. As his body went limp and his eyes shut for the very last time, you screamed from the top of your lungs. You screamed until your throat ran dry and audibly, there was no longer a sound coming from you yet you were still screaming.
Edward 'Eddie' Munson, the most hunted and mistreated boy in Hawkins, died a hero. But not just any hero, he was your hero.
summary: Y/n is a soc, Ponyboy is a greaser. Ponyboy can’t help but like her, so he does a dramatic gesture to ask her out.
word count: 824
warnings: none
You were a soc. He was a greaser. Your family were extremely strict so any contact with people from the Northside was forbidden. Your father demanded so. At school, Ponyboy did his best to talk to you and ask you out but you always shut his advances down. "Knock it off Ponyboy!" You'd scold. Why couldn't he get the hint?
It was a merry Saturday afternoon and you were working your shift at the local record store in Southside. Inside was busy packed with customers, some required your help whilst others browsed in their own time. You were preoccupied stacking records together at the back of the store when suddenly the speakers cut out and the music stopped.
Glancing towards the middle of the store, you froze. Ponyboy Curtis was standing on a table for everyone to see. When his eyes settled on you, he smiled. With a frown, you approached him. "What the hell are you doing?!" You hissed. "Y/n," he appeared a little apprehensive "This song is dedicated to you."
Bewildered, you stood there as he began to sing 'A Teenager in Love' by Dion and the Belmonts. It was evident he had been practising although he was still no Dion DiMucci. The customers whispered and pointed and you felt mortified. Your jaw clenched and your eyes narrowed. Ponyboy noticed your reaction but still carried on with a sheepish expression.
When he came to an end, you turned the store speakers back on. "Show's over!" You called out. The customers acted as if nothing happened and continued with their personal business. Ponyboy jumped down as you stormed out of the back door and into a back garden that was reserved for workers only.
"Y/n?" Pony had followed you.
"How could you do that to me?"
"I wanted to impress you..."
"By humiliating me at work in front of customers?"
Poor Ponyboy, he felt awful. He hadn't exactly planned for you to react this way. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, I only meant to show you how I feel about you," he said quietly. Your arms crossed. "I can't. We can't do this. I've told you to knock it off so many times because you know how my father-"
"I don't give a toss about your old man Y/n!"
Pony's sudden outburst silenced you. "I don't care what your dad thinks. I like you, I always have. All I want is to be able to go on dates with you, to be able to show you that I'm more than just a Northside greaser. I'm a greaser with a heart and feelings and god dammit maybe I'm stupid for thinking I ever had a chance with you."
He rambled on, you listened to every word deeply. It was then that you started to realize this wasn't fake or phoney, he genuinely wanted to pursue a possible relationship with you. Your father had drilled it into your mind that greasers were low lives and weren't good enough for people like you.
He was wrong.
Stepping forward, your hand on Ponyboy's cheek shushed him. "You really like me huh?" You couldn't help but break into a small smile. He nodded. "I'm sorry about that stunt I just pulled-" he quickly apologized only to be cut off by you kissing him. Goosebumps ran along his body, yours too.
After many failed attempts he finally had you where he wanted. Tight in his embrace, his arms wrapped around your back protectively. Just you and him. You pulled away first, his face was blushing bright red. "So..." You began slowly "How about that drive-in date you've been bugging me about for weeks?"
"I'd like that. Can I kiss you again?"
You nodded so Pony swooped in and kissed you again. It was a great kiss, slow and passionate, only to be interrupted by your boss minutes later. "I need you sorting through stocks," she said firmly before disappearing again. "I have to get back to work," you sighed, you were starting to enjoy yourself in his company.
"I'll wait for you," Pony tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
That was admirable, you thought. Realistically, you still had five hours to go so you didn't hold any hope. Ponyboy left and you were back to stacking records, your mind still consumed by him. A Teenager in Love was officially yours and Pony's song, it had to be. You couldn't not think of him whenever you heard it.
At the end of your shift, you packed your belongings and helped to close the store. You were tired, having dealt with such a long day and still annoyed with your boss for ruining the moment. You were about to walk home when you looked across the street and there he was.
Ponyboy Curtis was sitting on a bench in the dark still waiting for you.
Your eyes met his and he smiled at you proudly.
