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"It Was A Little Mistake"

Part 2 of: “It Was A Little Mistake”

Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Warning: Angst-fluff, Happy couple, kind of OOC Eddie, terrible writing 

Word Count: 1,796 words 9,298 characters

Summary/Request: Bro I loved You're story “it was a little mistake” I was wondering if you could do a second version where Eddie keeps sending the reader letters and letters until the reader finally decides to go the the hellfire club but this is just request if you don't like it you can just ignore it have a nice day or night btw I was literally love you're story's 💕

Eddie was a mess. You saw it. So did everyone else. His hair was much messier, he had eyebags, and dark ones at that, and his style was all over the place too. He usually wears his Hellfire Club shirt with a leather or jean jacket along with ripped jeans or jeans with chains. You loved his style! You loved how outgoing he was sometimes, but once you tried to dress how you liked and were told you looked like a tornado had happened around you, so you stuck to ordinary clothing people saw you in. Eddie was the only person who let you actually be yourself around him and wouldn't call you weird or give you uncomfortable looks. In fact, he matched your energy.

It was Monday and you had just gotten to the school, making your way to your locker, though your eyes were scanning every inch around you for Eddie Munson. Yea, you hated him and never wanted to speak a word to him, but what? You could care about him. You let out a sigh, not seeing him anywhere or his van anywhere outside. You unlocked your locker and opened it to see a letter fall to your feet. A while ago you received a shit ton of letters like you could fill a show box with them, but then they stopped. Now they’re back and it made you feel your cheeks heating up. At first, confusion ran through your body as you leaned down to pick it up and looked at the envelope to see no name or anything. You grabbed whatever book you needed, putting all your other things away and the envelope into your pocket. You walked to your class, dropped your belongings, and sat in the back row.

Getting bored of listening to math, you reached into your back pocket, got the envelope out and brought it in front of you. After a few seconds, you hesitantly opened it, quietly and slowly. You take out the paper from inside, pull it out, unfold it, and see... messy writing. You could barely read (I refuse to believe Eddie Munson would have neat handwriting). ‘I'm sorry [your name]. I really am. I wish I could take everything back. I swear :( come to Hellfire tonight and I'll make it up to you. I just want to see you. Please’ were the words that you read. Eddie didn't sign it, but you knew it was from him. You wanted to smile at the fact he hadn't given up trying to get you back since it made your heart flutter, but the thing was you were still mad at him and he was just a few seats away from you. You slowly turned your head to his seat to see him staring at you, but once you two made eye contact, he looked away, trying to act natural. You let out a sigh and crumbled up the paper, looked at the trash can in the back of the class, and tossed the paper into it (giving very much basketball pro)

You couldn't see the sadness on Eddie's face. But seeing the paper being thrown into the trash can broke his heart. Shattered. His heart shattered into a million pieces. He turned away, so you didn't see his hurt face filled with regret that he even tried to make it up to you. It's almost been a year. Why was he still trying? The sound of the bell ringing could be heard around the school. Students got up and left, as well as you and Eddie did, going your own ways.

Neither of you tried to talk to the other or even look at the other... or that’s what you each thought. Eddie had been stealing little glances at you and you did the same, but you thought the other never looked at the other (because you guys are stupid/j).

Eddie couldn't stand you not being by his side. Whenever he was driving home, he imagined you were sitting in the passenger seat, humming along to the music playing on the radio. If you were wondering, he did skip the 7th and 8th periods. But he left you a little something.

After many classes and what felt like an eternity, school ended and you started walking to your car to see another note. "What the hell, Munson?" you mumbled under your breath, then took the paper out of the windshield wipers and unfolded it, reading it to just see

‘HELLFIRE CLUB MEETING

4:00 PM

P.S: Please come.’

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, not laughing at it but laughing from wondering how many letters he was going to give you.

You shoved the paper into your pocket and got into your car, putting the key in and turning the car on, reaching into your glove box to pull out a cassette and put it in to play, White Room by Cream. You drove off school property as the music filled your ears and your elbow out the window that was blowing air into the car and messing up your hair. You tapped the wheel to the beat and opened your mouth to sing a bit of the lyrics.

"I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines.

Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station. "

You leaned your head back, keeping your eyes on the road.

As I walked out, I felt my own need, just beginning.

After playing the song two times, you slowed down to park in your driveway and grab your things from the passenger seat, getting out the keys before getting out. You walked into your house and saw that your parent(s) were nowhere to be found, so you went to your room, threw your belongings on the floor, and then heard your phone ring. You walked over to your bed and sat down. You picked the phone up and brought it to your ear. "[last name] residence," he said as he messed with the cord. It was Mike Wheeler? ‘[first and last name?]', the freshman's voice said, "Uhm..yeah." You responded, hearing him sigh in relief, "Thank god you answered! Look, you need to forgive Eddie because he’s completely out of it. Like, it's so bad he gave us a sort of peek of the campaign and even worse is that it sounds nothing like how Eddie would do it! " Mike basically yelled, making you pull the phone away from your ear a bit.

"I'm sorry Mike, but I can't just forgive him like he did nothing."

“Well, fix him or something! He needs fixing!" He yelled one last time before hanging up.

"Geez, when did he become an asshole?" you asked yourself, putting your phone back then laying on your bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about what he had said. Was Eddie really that torn over everything? I mean, you were the one who had gotten heartbroken, the one who was shit talked about. You were the one who should've been sad and completely weird! You wondered why Eddie cared so much. He didn't like you. He said so himself! Eddie liked people who gave him space. Is that why he won't get away from you? 

You didn't go to hellfire that night, but Eddie tried again the next week, and the next, and the next, and the one after that, then the next after the next, and the other after that. So on and so on till you gave up and threw away all the letters, grabbing your coat, cruising under your breath, wanting to choke Eddie for so many letters. You didn't hate him 100% but didn't fully love how he was flooding your locker and had people staring at every envelope that fell out when you opened it. You went to Hawkins High and burst through the doors to rush to the hellfire room, kicking the door open, "Eddie. I swear to fucking God if I get one more letter I will-" You got interrupted by the fact that the club wasn't there. Only Eddie and a table with a cloth on it full of roses and takeout food. "Henderson saw you kind of mad at the letters today, so I thought you’d come..and I was right." he chuckled

"What is all this?"

"Our date"

"Our what?"

"Date! To make up for your 20 dollars and to make up for being an asshole "

Your stomach was filled with butterflies flying all around, making you feel happy, your cheeks were heating up; and you were getting nervous. Did he really want this or was it just a joke? He went to the seat you were closer to and pulled it out. "Do you want to have this date?" he asked, making you freeze up. Your mouth moved faster than your mind, blurting out a "yes" and moving to the chair to sit down with Eddie pushing it in for you to hear a small thank you. He sat down in his own chair. "I just wanted to say how sorry I am [your name]. I didn't mean anything I said. I swear it just came out like word vomit and I didn't want it to come out because none of it was true and I didn't want to say any of it! " He said, as you had already started eating your food. You didn't want to forgive him, but now that you think about it, everything he did in almost a year did make up for it..sort of. He gave you 215 letters asking for forgiveness and gave you a few gifts. "I forgive you," you said with a slight smile. You swear you felt better after forgiving him.

The two of you talked happily for almost four hours about how you were during the time you guys didn't talk and how much you missed each other, and after your date, you two left the school and you finally realized. You walked here. Ran. You asked Eddie for a ride, and he laughed at the fact that you were so mad. You ran all the way here, then the two of you got into his van and he drove you home. You leaned over to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. "You are the most romantic guy I've ever met, Eddie Munson," you said, with your lips against his cheek. He put his hand on your cheek when you pulled away and pulled you into a passionate, sweet kiss. You didn't waste a second kissing back. Was he wearing strawberry chapstick? You pulled away with a smile.

"Goodnight [your name]."

"Goodnight Edward Munson"

Authors Note: THANK YOU GUYS FOR SO MANY FOLLOWERS AND REBLOGS AND EVERYTHING!!!!

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"It was a little mistake"

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Genre- Angst

Show- Stranger things

Warnings- Angst (no comfort), kind of OOC Eddie, terrible writing, L Eddie

Word count- 1,671 words 8,727 characters

Author note- hey guys so I guess the original post of the first part disappeared!! So here it is again (SECOND PART IS STILL UP!!)

For some people, it came as a surprise when they heard you hung out with the freak of Hawkins. You were surprised when others were surprised. Did it just not seem like you would? You weren't popular, but you guess you weren't really an outsider either. You never talked to kids who were considered popular or not many who were considered losers-- unless Chrissy Cunningham was considered popular and Eddie Munson a loser. You usually talked to Chrissy at parties when Jason was with the team, and she saw the chance away from the crowds of people when she was near you. With Eddie, you two started hanging out after grabbing the same Black Sabbath cassette tape.

"Uh...I had this first, so I'll just take it," you said, tugging it towards yourself.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure I had my eyes on it first, so it's definitely mine." He pulled it towards him.

"Dude, I grabbed it first. Just give it to me."

"If I can't have it, nobody can." He gave one last tug with all his strength and threw the tape on the floor, breaking it into what looked like a million pieces, then realized he had it just in his hands for a few seconds and could've taken it.

"You break it, you buy it," a voice yelled, then having you two run out and run to your cars, driving off. The next day, bright and early in the morning, Eddie Munson saw the one and only guy he saw at the music store, and it got even worse seeing you starting to walk up to him. "Munson is it? Eddie Munson" you asked, with just a hint of annoyance in your voice. Were you stalking him now? Oh god, you probably knew every single thing about him. Every secret. Everything! "Hello?" you waved your hand in front of his face to have him snap back into reality. "Yea, that’s me," the man with the birds' nest in his hair said.

"You owe me ten bucks."

"Even better... I'll take you to a little fun game." He didn't really have ten bucks, so he decided why not invite this cute person to something even better than 10 bucks! His dnd campaign!

Eddie didn't really tell you what he meant, but after school, he met with you at the room where they had their meetings, and to be honest, you never really looked at this room, seeing all the stuff for maybe theater. You saw a table surrounded by guys that had the same shirts as Eddie did, saying ‘HELLFIRE CLUB’ with a devil or demon it looked like and other things.

You never really talked to any of the people here, but you knew some of them just by their names. Mike Wheeler is the brother of Nancy Wheeler. Dustin Henderson hangs out with Steve Harrington. Lucas Sinclair is on the basketball team. Gareth’s talked to me a few times. The others you had no idea about, but you looked for a free chair and, luckily, it looked like Eddie had put one out for you! You sat down in it and looked at the game that was set out on the table. The whole game, you were confused and confused about how this made up for your ten dollars.

After that day, Eddie made it up to you after you kept asking for the 10 dollars, and he just bought you the cassette tape at that point. You did continue to hang out with the Hellfire Club and became friends with them all, still keeping your place as not a loser and not popular. Now, after a few months of keeping that place and hanging out with the club and Eddie outside of school, you started to develop feelings for THE Edward Munson. You weren't in some little romance movie, so you definitely couldn't just tell him straight up, so maybe give hints?

You started to sit closer to him.

You left little flirty words when talking to him

Tried nicknames

You got kinda touchy (put your hand on his mostly).

Nothing.

You even told him "I like you."

He laughed it off. He laughed at your confession.

Now you were in your room, laying in the middle of your bed, arms and legs spread out, wondering if he liked you back. He never stopped smiling around you. He was always calling you cute names... but then again, he did those with basically everyone he got along with. You rolled over on your stomach, groaning in a complaint, then kicking your mattress over and over till your legs hurt. Something came to your head. It’s like 6 pm. Eddie is probably setting up for hellfire. Alone. You rushed to get up and put on your slippers because of how much you were in a rush, then ran out of the house and got into your car to drive to Hawkins High School even after you left like two hours or three ago. You saw Eddie's van and parked next to it, getting out of the car and stuffing the keys into your pocket. Going inside the school, you heard muffled arguing, so you walked towards it, seeing the slightly open door to the theater room, but when you were going to walk in, the mention of your name made you freeze.

"You said they told you they liked you as a joke? Well, do you like them? " you heard Micheal Wheeler say

"Like them? [your name]? Are you joking right wheeler?" Eddie laughed, "They’re not my type. Let's say I like people who give me some space. That is the opposite of them. They’re always near me like if they aren't they’ll die! There's no way someone could be into that." The group laughed, continuing to completely shit on you. The way you act, the way you dress. The people you spoke to. Every Single. Thing. How could you be so stupid to think Eddie would like you? The only reason the two of you started talking was that you told him he owed you ten dollars. If you hadn't gone up to him that day, you wouldn't have spoken a word to him and he wouldn't have to you either. You could feel tears filling your eyes just threatening to come out if you didn't leave.

You did end up going home and face-planting into your bed, instantly sobbing into your pillow with the things the club had been saying were repeating over and over in your head, basically being imprinted into your mind. The one thing that stuck out to you the most was what Eddie said before you left "Meeting them was a little mistake. Trust me. I don't want them here any less than you guys do. I feel bad for anybody who dates them," his voice said, filled with hatred and annoyance but a small bit of regret that you didn't pick up. That's when you left, so that’s all you had heard, and you were glad you left since you don't think you could take anymore.

The next day felt like the devil himself planned this day. You got up and took a shower bright and early in the morning, then did whatever you did before going off to school, and when you got to the parking lot, it was getting filled with student cars and people getting dropped off. You drove into the parking lot quickly, taking a parking spot that someone almost stole from you. You got out of the car and ran your hands through your fingers, walking to the school doors. "[Your name]!!" someone called, but you ignored it and continued walking through the halls. "[Your Name]!" was called out again, so you turned your head and saw the metal head walking towards you with his hands in his pocket and a smile on his face, acting like he was innocent. Like he didn't hate you. Like he didn't even say your whole friendship was a mistake and he didn't even want it to happen. Sometimes you just wanted to choke him till his face turned blue, but you didn't let your thoughts get the best of you or you’d end up in prison.

All day he had been trying to get your attention, but you either walked in another direction, hid around corners, or simply just ignored him, acting as if he didn't even exist. Now on his side, he didn't know what to do. He tried walking beside you and talking, but you didn't even breathe his way. Not even a little side-eye. What did he do? Did a rumor come out about him? Did you just not feel well? Did you not want to be friends? He saved a spot for you at the hellfire’s table right next to him..no show. He was even saving an extra drink for you. Last night they didn't finish the campaign due to all the talk about you, so he told everyone to come the next day so they could get a little further, probably just for an hour. It was after school and he left you a note in your locker that said they were having hellfire if you wanted to come. You read it... then threw it away.

While the guys were at Hellfire, he stared at the empty seat that had been left for you. Where were you? What did he do?

A week has passed. Then 2. Then 3. Then, somehow, it was 21 weeks, 147 days, 3528 hours, and 211680 minutes without you. He tried to make it up to you. He did. You told him a month later in a little paper but never spoke to him again. He bought you a few things to make it up to you, but none worked. He missed your smile. He missed your laugh. He missed how on little movie nights you’d add some random candies to the popcorn. He missed you. He made the biggest mistake ever. Losing you