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aprilclementine · 1 year
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teacher!steve, coming into to work so, so, sleepy, bags under his eyes, hair is completely deflated, the biggest thermal he has filled to the brim with coffee, glasses on because he couldn't be bothered to put in contacts.
He couldn't even stand up straight as he greeted his students, yawning as he greeted each student, leaning his entire weight against the door frame, getting a worried look from the English teacher, Nancy, as she caught his eye from down the hall, he gave her a small gesture, and a tired smile, hoping she'd understand it meant they could talk at lunch.
Steve was apologizing for his yawning the entire day, and sure enough come lunch there was rapid knocking just as the last kid had walked out, he was greeted by Nancy, and Robin, the music teacher.
"Steve, you look like death! Nance, you weren't kidding!" The two of them both took seats, in the closest student desks to Steve, who was mumbling out responses as he laid his head on his desk.
"Okay, spiiilllll." Nancy dragged on, drumming against the desk excitedly. Steve sat up, with another yawn, as he took a long sip from his coffee.
"Geez, did Eddie get home from tour, and forget it was a school night, you two must've had fun!" Robin wiggled her eyebrows at Steve, as Nancy giggled behind her hand.
"Ha-Ha, Buckley. But, sort of, NO- Not in the way you two think, get your head out of the gutter, Wheeler!" Steve pointed a stern finger at her, as she gave him a suggestive look. "He greeted me when I got home, we finished our fun pretty early, actually, I was ready to sleep like a baby." Steve recounted, as a blush began to run up his neck, at the thought of Eddie last night.
He cleared his throat as he continued, "Eddie, still jet lagged, got the great idea to invite his old bandmates over, and instead of practicing in the soundproof studio that we recently added, because it "wouldn't be the same, Stevie!", they practiced heavy f-cking metal, until 4 in the morning, in the garage, which is directly under our bedroom.”
The two girls let out laughs, and gave Steve a sympathetic nod. "So, I didn't get a wink of sleep, didn't even have time to pack myself lunch." Steve sighed as he looked at his watch, seeing he wouldn't have enough time to run into town to grab anything either.
The two girls stood, talking at the same time, "I packed some extra lunch," "You can share with me, I can't promise it'll be good, though.”
Steve stood with the girls, nodding along, as they made their way to the door to walk down to the teachers lounge. As Steve opened the classroom door for the girls, he was greeted by none other than the reason for his lack of sleep.
"Hey Sweetheart," Eddie greeted with a sweet smile, Steve groaned playfully, rolling his eyes, as the girls walked past the two of them, whispering to eachother.
"Oh! Don't forget how thin these cheap walls are, Munson!" Robin called over her shoulder, as Nancy let out another laugh. Eddie flipped her off, as he followed closely behind Steve into his classroom.
Steve sat back on his rolling chair, looking up at Eddie as he stood in front of Steve's desk. Eddie swayed back and forth, hands hidden behind his back. "I figured you probably didn't get much sleep last night-"
"Oh really? What gave it away?" Steve scoffed, taking off his round glasses, and setting them to the side.
"Well, you were grumbling all morning and threw all of your discarded outfit choices pretty roughly at my sleeping head today." Eddie listed off. Steve let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head, humming in response. At this, Eddie moved his hands from behind his back, showcasing a brown bag. "So, I thought what better way to repay my honey, than to bring him a greasy lunch full of love."
Steve reached out happily, knowing he couldn't stay grumpy when Eddie was giving him those eyes. Steve began eating, as Eddie moved around Steve's desk, taking a seat on the desk in front of him. He messed with his rings, as he watched Steve hum satisfied as he took his first bite.
"I figured you didn't have time to pack a lunch, and couldn't have you surving on coffee the whole day." Eddie continued, and Steve gave him a fond smile, nodding as he swallowed.
"You saved me from eating whatever leftovers Robin had cooked up, and was going to share with me." Steve laughed, "Last time I ate what she made me, I had to use my precious Sick Days!"
Eddied joined in on the laughter, before hooking his heel around the arm rest of Steves rolling chair, and pulling him closer, so Steve was slotted between Eddies legs, Steve let Eddie pull him, resting his elbows on his thighs, as he continued to eat his burger.
Eddie began combing his fingers through Steves hair, humming along to a instrumental they came up with last night. "Missed you, missed us." Eddie said softly, as Steve finished his burger, throwing the wrapper back in the bag, and moving closer into Eddies touch, snaking his arms around Eddies waist. "Maybe you should've used more of those precious Sick Days, so you coulda stayed in bed with me."
Steve smiled, feeling his cheeks flush. "Couple more days, and then you'll be able to bug me all of Winter break, my love." Eddie sighed, cupping Steve's face, making him look up at him. Steve kept his eyes shut, soft smile on his lips. Eddie kissed both of his eyelids, then his nose, then his cheeks, before placing one lasting kiss on his lips. He pulled away, causing Steve to whine, chasing after his lips. Eddie smiled lovingly, pressing his lips to Steves again.
The two lazily kissed as Eddie sat on Steves desk, until the bell rang, and when Steve stood and tried to pull away, Eddie pulled him closer, bringing Steve's bottom lip into his mouth, Steve giggled, pulling back softly, not being able to fully talk. "Babe- Mph, I- have to open the-mMpH the door."
Eddie shook his head, humming disapprovingly. "Five more minutes", he begged against Steves lips, keeping his arms hooked around Steve’s waist.
"They'll start knocking", Steve protested, once Eddie released his lip, and leaned up to kiss the mole on Steves exposed neck.
"Let them." Eddie mumbled, and Steve realized he wouldn't win this battle, so he stood there, wrapping his arms over Eddies shoulders, as Eddie lazily kissed along his jaw, out of love, not looking to go any further, more of I missed you kind of kisses, because he missed being home, in Steve’s arms.
The knocking started, just as Steve suspected. Only getting louder, as Eddie protested. "Steve! Open up, my sister told me Eddie's here!" Steve could hear Mike yell through the knocking, he sighed, as he pulled away, and went to open the door.
"Michael, we talked about this- It's Mr.Harrington, to you, during school hours!" Steve corrected, Mike rolled his eyes as Steve used his full name. As soon as the door was opened fully, the kids started piling in.
Dustin, and Mike running up to Steve's desk, to bombard Eddie with questions about tour, and if the kids begged Steve to let Eddie talk about tour, instead of prep for their final (Mr.Harrington, this is geography, technically, it would work perfectly! I teach History, Lucas! Are they not the same thing?), no one had to know.
Steve really only gave in, once he finally looked at Eddie (oh, cmon Stevie, you'd get to sit back and rest for a class period). So, Steve sat back, and watched fondly as Eddie talked animatedly to the class, asking Steve to display each city Corroded Coffin played at, as he spoke about it, rating the city on his “Munson Scale”. Was it educational? No. Was it useful information? Also, no. Was it entertaining? Yes.
Steve tried to lay his head on his desk, and get in a quick 30-minute nap, but was too captivated watching his Eddie entertain his students, he couldn't focus on anything, not even feeling tired anymore.
It was as if Eddie had carried the Sun in with him, and brought life back into Steve, and Steve was so thankful to have Eddie back home.
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munsonson · 1 year
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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬『••✎••』
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘐𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘗𝘞𝘗, 𝘜𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘹, 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵!𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘷!𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦, 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 18+, 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴!𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7
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He brings her smaller hand up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, tugging her back pack strap further up his shoulder as he lets her lead her into the thick cover of the trees, maneuvering habitually under and over low hanging branches and overgrown roots. She’s rambling about something or other, he honestly wasn’t sure. 
He was surprised when she found him at his locker between third and fourth period, looking anxious and almost scaring him for a minute.
“I wanna go,” she whispers dramatically, looking around like she was afraid someone would overhear.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” he asks, on alert. 
“Nothing, I just...I don’t wanna go to class, I wanna leave,” she whispers again, tugging insistently on his sleeve. “But I don’t wanna get in trouble.” He wants to scold her for frightening him like that, but he can’t help but laugh instead. He tugs her close with a gentle hand on the back of her neck, kissing the crown of her head. 
“Let’s go,” he says instead, taking her bag from her and grabbing her hand. That was how they ended up here. He lifts her hand high up into the air when he sees she’s about to trip on the same embedded rock that she trips on every time. He’s able to help her avoid it.
“But I just didn’t wanna do the quiz,” she concludes her story, turning to him. “Are you okay with skipping? I hate that I pulled you away, too.”
“Yeah, you’re a real bad influence,” he jokes. She snorts and playfully pushes him. He dramatically clutches the spot where she touched, gasping for air. “Alas, the striking blow as eternally wounded me! How can I recover?”
“Oh, ha-ha,” she says. “I barely tapped you.”
“Quite the contrary, my love, I think you left a bruise.” Eddie said, pulling the collar of his shirt to peek inside. 
“We’re here!” she chirps, letting go of his hand to race towards the small table, their spot. He smiles affectionately, seeing her take a seat in her usual spot, smiling pleasantly at him and patting the spot next to her. 
“You’ve convinced me” he says. He disposes her bag carefully onto the table, slipping his long legs over the bench and pressing himself up against her side. She giggles fondly, leaning her head on his shoulder. 
“What’d you bring me for lunch?” he asks, tugging on the back pack and unzipping it. She swats at his hands as he begins to dig through it, running his hands over notebooks and a few novels he knew she was thumbing through during study hour. Sure enough, he finds a small plastic container and pulls it out. 
“Strawberries?” he asks with a laugh.
“And blueberries,” she says defensively, grabbing the container from him. 
“Sounds good, open ‘em up.”
She smiles and obliges, popping the top and setting the container down so he could pick at it. She goes to grab for a strawberry, and he swiftly swats her hand next, grabbing it and holding it up. She smiles coyly at him, going to grab it. Quickly he holds it out of reach.
“Eddie.”
“Baby,” he sings. “let me, please?”
“I can feed myself.”
“I know you can, I just like feedin’ you is all. Now, say ah,” Eddie insists. She rolls her eyes, but she obliges. He pops the strawberry into her mouth, keeping it between his thumb and forefinger so she could only bite off the tip. She smiles, chewing. He takes the other half and finishes it. The sweet taste bursts on his tongue, but he can’t help but focus more on her, licking her lips and reaching for a blueberry next. She holds it up to him, her intentions pretty clear. 
He grins and he takes it from her, catching her index finger between his lips. She lets it linger for a moment before slipping it into her mouth next, sucking off the excess juices. 
“Shit, babe,” Eddie sighs, watching her closely. She giggles. “That the real reason you wanted to play hooky? Huh?”
“Not the only reason, I also got really hungry,” she says, reaching for another strawberry. He catches her wrist, his grip tight but not tight enough to hurt. She looks innocently up at him. “Something wrong?” 
“Depends,” Eddie mumbles, dipping his head low to press soft kisses up the column of her throat. “Still hungry?”
“Not for strawberries,” she sighs, angling her head so he’d have more room. 
“No? Not for strawberries?” he coos, lightly running his tongue across her jaw. This close, her perfume was much more intoxicating, making him a little hazy, like he’d just lit one up right there beside her. “What’re you hungry for, baby?”
“Don’t make me say it,” she protests. 
He stops as sudden as he started. 
“Eddie!” she whines.
“Hey,” he says sternly, using his free hand to grab her by the jaw, trying to get her eyes to focus on him. “Hey, you know me, sweetheart. I won’t do anything unless you tell me what you want. Not a mindreader.”
“No, you’re just a tease,” she grumbles. 
“What was that?” Eddie asks. She huffs, her perfect lips puckered up by the way he held her. He was tempted to lean down and claim them, but he wanted to get his way. He would get his way, he always did. Sometimes she just needed a little coaxing. 
“I want you,” she says pathetically. “I’m hungry for you.” 
“Well, why didn’t you say something?” he mocks. He suddenly stands, hoisting her up onto the table. She squeaks in surprise. “Think we should make sure you’re nice and ready before we jump into the main course, yeah?” 
“Yeah, yes,” she says eagerly. He laughs, at last granting her a kiss. She tastes like strawberries and blueberries, especially her tongue. He grunts, gripping at her waist as a way to ground himself, slotting his knee between her legs, balancing himself on the bench best he could. They’d done this before, but he still sometimes struggled with his footing. He still couldn’t forget the time he fell off when she’d wanted to be on top. She had enough sense to catch herself on the edge of the table, but he wasn’t so fortunate, trying to ignore the ants biting at his bare ass.
Still, you learn from your mistakes. 
With her mouth distracted, he rubs his hands up and down her abdomen, catching the top of her skirt. He remembers the small hook in the front, having removed this garment three times before. He seemed to get quicker every time. He was almost tempted to ask her to leave it on, but he really wanted to see her completely bare to him. 
“Please, Eddie,” she pleads against his lips, trying to lift her hips to help. He doesn’t thank her. This was his job and his burden, she shouldn’t have to lift a finger. He’s nice enough to leave the skirt beside them and not on the grass where there were still ants. Her underwear was thin and lacy, nothing she’d usually wear to school. Clearly she had planned all of this. That little nervous act she’d played by his locker didn’t feel so authentic now. 
“Naughty girl,” he chuckles, hooking his thumb on either side and gently pulling down. She lifts her hips for him again, but this time he settles with shoving them into his back pocket. She goes to protest, saying she couldn’t go home without them, but the scolding is lost on her tongue as he leans down and spreads her thighs with his hands, exposing her lower half to him. 
She squeaks and hides her face when he leans down and takes a deep sniff. She hated it when he would do that, it was embarrassing and gross, she’d claim. He always reminded her if he was willing to put his mouth on it, taking a sniff or two shouldn’t be that much different or intimate. 
“God, you’re so wet,” he whispers, his lips brushing hers, making her flinch from the contact. “What’s got you like this, sweetheart? S’just me? Hm? Thought about me taking this sweet pussy with my mouth? Or was it my dick? Which was it?”
“Either, Eddie, God! Please do something,” she begs, tired of the waiting. 
He decides he can’t be crueler for much longer, not when he had her this close to his mouth. Fuck the strawberries and blueberries. He was sure nothing was as sweet as her pussy. 
He bends forward and licks up a thin stripe. She shivers. 
“Keep your legs spread,” he commands, releasing her thighs to open up her lips further for him, giving him the beautiful sight of her clit, her little hole waiting to be filled. She whimpered above him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. This was now just between him and her aching pussy. 
Without much else to stop him, he at last buries his face deep inside, sloppily moving his tongue around her hole, dipping it inside occasionally before moving up and sucking her clit into his mouth, greedily keeping it between his lips as he shakes his head. That always made her go crazy. Sure enough, she was crying out, her hands flying to the back of his head and lightly tugging at his hair.
He groans, releasing her clit and moving back to her hole, slurping whatever she had to give, just the taste of her enough to get him high, thinking of nothing other than trying to go deeper, trying to get as much of her on his tongue as possible. All the while she was a moaning mess above him, throwing her head back, trying to keep her thighs spread like he’s asked of her.
“Eddie...God, Eddie,” she cries, bucking her hips, begging for more friction. 
“You taste so fucking good,” he manages to get out before he’s suckling at her clit again, grazing it with his teeth. “Think I could just spend the whole day eating your delicious pussy. Get my face nice and wet, huh? All you’d be able to taste on my lips is you.” 
“Eddie,” she whines. 
“Gotta get you ready for my cock, baby, make sure you’re nice and open so it doesn’t hurt. Wouldn’t wanna hurt my baby, never,” he mumbles, slipping a finger inside with little trouble from how messy he’s made her. She gasps and keens, moving her hips as a way to get him to move. And it was just his finger. 
He gives into her as he always, though. He moves his hand fast, still playing with her clit with his mouth. After a while he’d add a second finger, then a third. By the fourth her pussy is making nice little wet noises, almost louder than her noises. That was always one of his favorite things, when he can just hear how wet and messy she is. 
“Eddie, I-I’m close,” she whimpers. “I’m so close.”
Quickly, he slides his hand from her as well as his mouth, taking a step back. His face is nice and shiny now from her essence, and his hand is almost dripping. 
“W-Wait, why?” she cries. 
“I know, baby, I know,” he coos again, reaching for his belt and undoing it. “Usually I’d love for you to cum all over my face, but my dick wants to get wet, too. You want that? My dick?”
“Mm, yes, Eddie, I want that,” she says, nodding her head. 
“Yeah, I knew you would. Need something nice and big to fill you up, make you feel nice and full, huh?” he asks, unbuttoning and at last pulling out his hard cock. He stifles a whimper at how sensitive it is. Just from eating her pussy it’s already rock hard. With what she left on his hands, he uses it to stroke himself, balancing himself back on the bench and yanking her down so her hips dipped over the edge of the table. 
“Put it inside, Eds, come on,” she says. “I know you want something nice and tight, too. You need to cum, too.”
“Fuck baby, hang on a sec,” Eddie says, trying to catch his breath. It would always catch him by surprise when she’d talk dirty. It was so different to how she usually was, so innocent, so sweet. But his girl was really naughty, you had to watch her. 
Eddie taps his dick against her pussy, catching her clit and making her twitch. 
“Stop teasing,” she begs him. 
“Sorry, baby, couldn’t help myself.” Eddie laughs, at last pushing himself inside. It takes him a moment to adjust, let alone her. It was always so hard to hold back and resist from pounding into her. She was this tight, wet channel, so damn hot and perfect for him. And maybe one day he would. Maybe one day he’d say fuck it and just take his pleasure for himself, use her as nothing more than a cock sleeve. 
But her blissed out face and the way she clung to him made him realize making her feel good felt better. There was nothing quite like it. 
“You good?” he makes sure to ask. She can’t speak, so she nods. He chuckles and kisses her, at last moving his hips. She moans into his mouth, hugging him tighter. He moves a little faster, finding a good enough pace that has him grunting and crying out into her mouth. “O-Oh, fuck. Yes, that’s it, baby girl. Fuck, so tight. So hot. Such a good pussy.”
“Eddie,” she babbles. It’s all she can say. He leaves her lips at last to look down and stare where they were attached, his cock disappearing and reappearing, always wetter than previous. His balls slapped soundly against her as he moved faster, taking one of his hands to rub at her clit. 
She cries out louder, her voice nearly echoing off the trees as she grips the edge of the picnic table, spurring him on to thrust harder, to now pinch her clit so she’s writhing and begging him to let her cum. All she wants to do is cum, he needs to let her.
“Why should I, baby?” Eddie asks. “We’d have to stop. And I don’t wanna stop, I wanna keep fucking you.” 
“Ed-die,” she sputters. “Let me cum, baby, please. I need it so bad.”
“Nah,” he says, grinning maliciously. “I wanna cum first.” 
“Eddie!”
“Let me cum first, baby, let me paint your walls and then I’ll let you cum, cum all over your dick,” he promises. She whines. But he can’t hear it over the ringing in his ears. He’s moving faster, harder, he has to grip her hips just to keep her from moving up. “That’s it baby, just let me use you. Get me to cum and you will, too.”
“Inside, Eddie, do it inside!”
Eddie groans loudly, hips stuttering as he feels himself empty deep inside her. It’s all hotter now, his juices mixed with hers, but he still needs to fulfill his end of the promise, and soon he’s quickly slipping out and bending down, reattaching his mouth to her clit and slipping two fingers back inside, both to keep her plugged up and help her along. 
She practically screams, bucking her hips harshly into him as he keeps her clit inside his mouth while his fingers do the rest of the work. Soon he feels her clench hard around him and her cries have turned into little whimpers. Her hips were even twitching. 
“Mm, fuck,” he says. “That was...”
“Yeah,” she says with a small laugh. “Eddie...Jesus, you were...”
“Try not to feed my ego right now, babe, I’ll need a minute,” Eddie laughs, hoisting his jeans back up over his hips. She carefully sits up, but she’s a little wobbly. He quickly puts a hand across her lower back. “Hey, give yourself a minute there, love.”
“You’re probably gonna have to carry me back, you know,” she warns.
“Eh,” he shrugs, grabbing another strawberry from the forgotten container. “What’s a little extra weight? Think I burned a few calories buried inside you.” She slaps his arm. 
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i’d die for eddie munson atm
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a little late to the party oops
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magnoliabutters · 8 months
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• THE SPIDER QUEEN •
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pairing: kas!vamp eddie munson x (she/her) reader
summary: munson and henderson have a good o’talk...
warning: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; enemies to lovers trope, canon divergence, fluffy-wuff, season 4 spoliers, switching povs, moody boy kas, grief, y/n count: 1, moody boy dusty buns, violence, death/killing, character death, etc.
word count: 11.6k
reblogs & thoughtsy-watsies are appreciated!
• stories of eddie munson • season two • previous part •
note: potential need for tissues, not to toot my own horn or anything hehe, also highly highly encourage noting the dates & time to stay on track (i be bouncing)
grazi grazi grazi to my sweet ladies, ziggy (@trashmouth-richie, one of my fav authors) & miss nack (@nackrosor, loml) for spending the time to beta read & share your incredible thoughts and wisdom! also, doubly credit to nacky-nack because some of these words came straight from her extravagant brain & i love her so much.
i have never been so proud of the stories i’ve been creating and that’s cause of these two extraordinary writers. thank you, thank you for helping me grow! now, on to my longest post yet…
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April 7th, 1986. 10:46pm.
Kas never thought he would respect a man in an open white blazer with a bright blue undershirt and yet, here he is - ready to follow him into battle if necessary. He is invested in this “Miami Vice” show. God, even the name sounds stupid, but he finds himself thankful that you had found a channel dedicated to it. A blissful escape from this shitty old thing called life. 
There he sits with feet kicked up on the coffee table. A fresh stove-top cooked popcorn on his lap. The beautiful girl he loves sleeping soundly against his shoulder. He could die right here and be absolutely fulfilled. A twisted little smile sprawls on his lips as you curl your arm across his waist. The way your soft hair rests upon his shoulder and down to his bicep makes his heart explode and rebuild in a million puzzle-like pieces. 
Who needs a working heart anyway? 
Kas’ eyes are glued to the TV screen, desperately trying to erase the presence of the curly haired betrayal of a boy in his peripherals. He may have had trouble accepting the idea of Dustin at first, but now he’s just a nuisance at the bottom right of his eyeline. He will happily admit that he likes it better when the boy’s unconscious. 
Although, he refuses to share how the curls of Dustin’s hair bring him back to each and every time Eddie ruffled them up with the palm of his hand. He is reminded of the happiness he felt in seeing the boy every day in school. The nostalgia floods his brain anytime Dustin’s yawning catches his attention. 
Relief, another feeling that explodes within his chest. Relief in knowing that Hellfire would have yet another fearless leader once Eddie finally graduated - class of ‘86. 
The excitement, unbridled and innocent excitement that followed their party’s adventures flying off the table and becoming a tangible reality. Right before everything got way too real... 
The cracks of Crockett’s pistol blasts through the air. A shoot out. Miami’s finest detectives dive behind a brick wall as the fugitive sprays ricocheting bullets. 
Kas jumps, startled by the noise, before rushing to find the remote. In his attempts, everything goes beautifully wrong. “Fuck, shit!” The popcorn flies and spills all over your beautiful sleeping body. An accidental kick of his feet and the unfinished beer bottles fall, spilling all over the table and onto the orange tinged carpet below. 
In reaching for the remote, he about falls onto his stomach, spread across the floor, before finally hitting mute. With a deep exhale pumped full of exhaustion, he turns over onto his back, spreading his arms out across the carpet. He reluctantly raises his eyes to yours, only to catch you baring holes into his face. A tight lipped smile curls upon his lips as he mouths, “sorry” with nervous bouncing brows. 
Another thing he didn’t expect was that the loud noise blaring from the TV would cause Dustin to begin rolling around with fluttering eyelids. The boy mumbles behind him, causing Kas’ eyes to open to extreme widths. He straightens his spine and turns before crawling his way back towards you. His torso flush against the hardened bottom frame of the couch. He bumps your right leg with his elbow, desperate to get your attention. 
Thoughts begin to spiral in his mind, his lip quivers - terrified of what may happen once Dustin utters a word. Mortified by the thought of what he will say. It intensifies the frequency of his bumps on your leg. 
Kas may not remember the whole story, but he can physically feel how his heart reaches for the boy. He recognizes that Dustin is the closest Eddie ever got to being a big brother. He feels the remnants of pride that regularly overcame him whenever he looked down on the boy. The thought of what he had and who he could become.
Eddie only knew him for less than the school year, but Dustin was so much more than some random freshie who barely learned the true art of Dungeons and Dragons. No, this boy was a pro - just like he was at that age. The only difference being that Dustin had friends, a party to play with before high school. 
Henderson was his heir, the fucking prodigy. And fuck, does it hurt when the prodigy betrays the teacher! 
Kas watches as your body perks up once realizing Dustin was slowly returning to the land of the living. You quickly stand and crash land upon your knees beside him. He really wished you hadn’t. He selfishly wanted you by his side, to help him not lose his marbles and destroy everything in his sight. 
His teeth begin to grind as he watches you care for the boy. Your hands are delicate and soft as you try to help him wake. You care for him despite knowing that he left Eddie behind, the one person you claim to love the most in this world. Some loyalty. 
He struggles to pull his eyes away, to keep himself from turning into a red hot ball of rage. Deep breaths have helped keep his mind at a leveled state, but hearing your comforting words crushes him to his core.   
Kas returns his gaze upon you two when hearing your voice. “Dustin,” you say as you lightly push a curl behind his ear. He rolls his eyes with a scoff and comically stuffs another fistful of popcorn in his mouth from the thin layer that still rests inside the container. Apparently, you do that move with everyone - brushing hair behind one’s ear. The loving action he cherished so dearly. It feels wrong, undeniably wrong, to see you do that with someone else - let alone with him.
Dustin mumbles something, something that leads you to ask, “what?” so softly. Kas hums a growl at the thought of having to even process the words from his mouth, but he swore to you that he would try. Little did he know it would be this fucking hard. 
The fire in his belly is difficult to describe and truly painful. He wishes he could be supportive, to be fully invested in the responsibility you have decided for yourself - to care for this boy. He just doesn't know how to look at you and your serene actions without feeling a sliver of treachery. 
This boy is the reason Eddie died and turned into the monster that Kas is: a heinous demon that destroys everything in his wake while wearing the face of an angel.
Why couldn't he just have a few more minutes of paradise with you? To hold you in his arms, to feel you sink deeper into his chest. The sleep he craved beside your supple body was divine. All he wanted to do was grab your hand and rush you back up to that bed. To jump onto it and float the waves with you by his side. To forget there ever was an Eddie, a y/n, a Kas, a darlin’. To forget it all and start again. A new life filled with your sweet smile and endless laughter. 
Alas, no. You were reminded of who Kas truly is before any extraordinary, amnesic life could begin. All because of him. Dustin Henderson did this, and he needs to pay.
Abruptly, Dustin staggers with fearful eyes as he pulls from you. Kas could tell that you were startled by the way your chin went several inches back into your throat. He knows that expression of yours very well. He revisits the sight on the backs of his eyelids any time he tries to fall asleep. How much horror he must have caused you while he was figuring it all out. The very same horror he forces you to relive each day. He will regret it all his life. 
As an instinctual response to your worry, Kas stands with tightening fists, ready to pummel anything and anyone who troubles you. Your eyes fall upon him in such a way that he immediately disarms. Your gentle hand reaches towards him with a slightly cocked head. “It’s okay, Kas,” you say in a whisper. He sucks his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he shifts his eyes between you and the boy. He lets out a sharp breath from his nostrils before crashing back onto the couch carelessly. 
Dustin looks his way with that same annoying terror on his face. It screams, “I’m about to pee my pants.” He had no reason to worry, as long as he listened to you. However, the terror persisting any time they make eye contact is becoming more and more difficult for Kas to bear. He’s positive Dustin never looked at Eddie this way. He’d be lying if he didn’t acknowledge the sadness that envelopes his chest at the thought.  
"W-What is this?" Dustin asks while turning back to face you. His movements are hesitant and slow. Kas scoffs, kicking his feet back onto the table as he lazily reaches for a fallen kernel resting on a nearby cushion. He is almost offended that the boy couldn’t sustain the gaze in spite of his tangible fear. 
"You're safe," you comfort, placing a hand on his shoulder but he pulls away harshly, making Kas sit straight up once again. It’s never too late to learn manners. 
"No," he states. "What the hell happened?" You turn back to look at Kas, almost for support, but he gives you nothing. Why would he? You messed the bed, make it yourself. 
"Maybe I should introduce you two?" you suggest, nodding back to Kas. Dustin's lip pulls up in a mixture of confusion and disgust. It’s clear he isn’t very fond of you. Kas loves the idea of being an outcast alongside you. 
Dustin peers back at him with caution, yet eager and watering eyes before clearing his throat and returning to you. That look - jesus fuck, Kas hated that look. An inspirited gaze with raising brows before crashing down into a furrow and welling eyes. It has been some time since you have looked at him with such hope. The ogling stare that searches for something, or more accurately someone behind his muddy eyes. It is usually followed by a depressing combination of shock and hurt once the individual realizes what they were searching for no longer exists. 
Dustin searches for Eddie, just like you used to. Apologies to the traitor. Eddie no longer exists. 
"This is Kas," you introduce with softness to your voice. Your intonation comes off as though you were entertaining the name. Kas tries his best to remind himself that you had understood. You know that Eddie was gone, but the undeniable anger filling him is indisputable. It leads to the clenching of his teeth, the straightening of his back, and the flaring of his nostrils. 
Dustin attempts to say the name, stuttering and stumbling like a child at the unfamiliar word. He continues, desperately trying to understand. “Kas, like - like Kas, the Bloody Handed? Kas, the Destroyer? Kas, Vecna’s most trusted lieutenant?” 
Kas could see you wince at the words. You are desperate to keep the conversation calm and avoid all his triggers. But the boy clearly has his own annoying way of processing the information, blurting the sound of his immediate enemy as a result.
He growls as his jaw slightly shakes with how hard his teeth grind against each other. “How about Kas, the man whose aboutta break your nose if you keep yapping?” he spits out. Dustin quickly turns his way at the sound. He shudders in his seat, preparing for another altercation. 
In an attempt to deescalate the situation, you slowly answer Dustin’s inquiries. “I’m not sure about all that,” you start, speaking directly to the boy. “But Kas, he’s - he’s different.” He looks at you with one raising brow and forward leaning chin, egging you on to continue.
“He may look like Eddie, talk like him, walk like him, even hug like him - if you’re lucky,” you quickly correct. “But he’s not Eddie.” You pause, dropping your eyes to the hands intertwined upon your lap. “I really need you to understand this, Dustin. Kas is not Eddie. They are two different people.”
As you spoke, Kas slowly moved his attention onto your chapped, pouty lips. Your inflection changed as your words continued. His ears are perked as he struggles to understand how you were feeling. How to help. Your solemn expression sets off a multitude of alarm systems in his mind.
His first thought is to scoop you off your feet, carefully supporting your neck and the back of your knees with his arms. He wishes to take you away from this place, to any reminder of the past and what you have lost.
His second thought, however, fuels the anger and resentment within him. The thought that your sadness, that your pain, is caused by Dustin and his aggravating need to know the truth. Finally, you take a breath as those tears you’ve been holding finally dive off your lashes. 
“Eddie is dead…” 
“… So please. If we can move on from this - if you can accept that Eddie is g-gone,” your voice hitches, leading you to take a slow breath before continuing. “Then we won’t have to worry about what happened earlier.”
Kas’ head tilts curiously as he observes your behavior. The words are falling easier and easier for your pretty lips, but the heartbreak resonating throughout your body is crystal clear and constant.
He wishes he could revel in the excitement, to celebrate the happiness that followed your understanding that Eddie is gone. The acceptance that has allowed Kas to live without being under his shadow. But how could he ever be happy when you were so sad? 
Upon hearing your words, he is reminded of the detrimental actions that ripped the perfect morning with you from his hands. The precious morning and slumber that you both deserved. He wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through your freshly washed hair and watch as you fell asleep in his arms.
Kas fiercely avoids acknowledging the thought that he, too, is responsible for taking that away from you. That maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t all Dustin’s fault.
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April 7th, 1986. 8:12am.
Kas had an uneasy feeling as he took slow and hesitant steps down the stairs. Who could possibly be here? The knock seemed hurried, yet forceful. His first guess would be the cops, that maybe Rick got out of jail again and they’ve come to bring him back. Or what if it was a neighbor? One that saw some movement in the desolate house and called 9-1-1? Either way, a conversation between the police and Kas, Hawkin’s latest serial killer, is not going to end well. 
He considers calling you down. A fresh, pretty face that can woo the police away. One that can lie and pretend that she has every right to be in Reefer Rick’s abandoned lake house.
No, he could never do that to you. He wouldn’t dare ruin the incredible image in his head of you resting, naked beneath the warm sheets waiting for his return. He couldn’t wait to drop these sweatpants and curl up next to you. 
Nah, man. There’s no way he’s dragging you out of that bed. Plus, he knew, without a doubt, that you would be too busy dry heaving at the thought of lying to the cops to even try. A smile rips across his face. Shit, how he loves you with every fiber of his being. 
As he finally hits that last step, Kas dramatically slumps his entire body upon realizing Reefer Dicky Dick Rick doesn’t have a god damned peephole. He’s convinced that peering through the windows like an idiot would be way worse than just opening the door.
With a sharp inhale and roll of his eyes, Kas flings the door open. The wind wafts in, flying his curls back with the intensity of his speed. All to begrudgingly land his eyes on …
“Eddie?”
Kas’ entire body runs cold as his breath is stalled in his chest. The eyes, the hazel innocent eyes before him. Irises bight and clear as day when flush against the pink of his tearing eye. A reddish plump to his nose and cheeks. The trembling lip that slowly whispers a second “Eddie” that Kas is too astonished to notice. 
Dustin Henderson. The two comrades, friends of war, partners, brothers were left stunned at the sight of each other. 
Several minutes pass and the boy is the first to break the silence. “Ed-,” he starts, but Kas is quick to stop him in his tracks.
“Don’t call me that,” Kas spits out with a deadpan expression. He could feel his entire body shutting down, one muscle at a time. His breath is completely ripped from his lungs as he desperately seeks dissociation, any method of escape from who he must face. 
Pain strikes Dustin’s whole, causing the slightest twinge of his brow. He takes a step back with fluttering eyelids as he struggles to comprehend the situation.
Kas, however, is too busy wishing he could disappear to notice. Wishing that he could turn back time, tell you to hide so that you both could giggle under the fresh sheets until the knocking dissipated. 
Lost in his thoughts, Kas didn’t see the boy’s extending hand before it was gently placed against his forearm. “Don’t!” he yells, raising his tainted arm as he stumbles back into the living room.
Dustin follows him inside with worried floating hands, prepared to catch if needed. He kicks the door closed with helpful intentions. But the slamming door causes Kas to stop dead in his tracks, which in turn causes Dustin to crash against his torso. 
Without a second passing, Kas slams his hands against the mop head’s shoulders. He digs the weak boy into the wall beside the door. Dustin yelps in pain as his hips thrash forcefully back onto a side table. A sharp sound snaps through the air as a glass bowl shatters and keys scatter across the carpet.
“Don’t touch me,” Kas demands sternly. “And don’t call me that,” he adds with a heavy exhale, as though the words have become routine. “I - I won’t,” Dustin blurts out with a fast sucking breath. 
Kas slowly nods with fluttering lashes as he stumbles back. Tears well in his eyes as he struggles to discern reality and memory. Dustin Henderson, Dustin. Dustin. The name floods his body with a volatile mixture of Eddie's and his own emotions.
Is he ecstatic? Is he worried for his friend? Why was he crying? Why did he push him against the wall? That must have really been scary. Maybe he should apologize? Apologize?! For what? Dustin left him to die, rotting away in front of his family’s trailer. 
“They wished you death …. They watched as you were torn apart.”
Vecna’s chilling voice plays on repeat in his head. It’s all - It’s too much. His head spins despite the debilitating feeling of his skull being crushed. Tears roll down his cheeks like cinder blocks. He cannot control them, cannot stop them even if he tried.
He has never felt pain such as this. A pain so shocking that all bodily systems are stalled. His chest begins to heave just as his sight becomes blurry. Any memories tied to you and your anxiety attacks have rapidly been erased. He has nothing, nothing to help him. No one to support him in this unbearable situation. His heart pulses like the clacking of a horse’s hooves, while also freezing every five beats. 
Kas instinctually bends over, falling into a kneel. His chest struggles to rise and fall with each breath taken. His brain is overloaded, cutting all ties with consciousness. 
Dustin rushes to his side with a light and comforting touch upon his best friend’s back. He is very careful not to touch the pink scars ripping across his waist and ribs when catching him. “Eddie,” he calls out softly.
“Eddie…”
“…Eddie”
“Eddie?”
“EDDIE!”
“Oh god! Oh god, Eddie,” Dustin cries as he lands his knees harshly against the cold floor. He pulls his idol’s body onto his lap. Tears stream down his face, dropping onto Eddie’s cheeks below.
Eddie’s entire body was on fire. So much pain but all he cared about was that he finally proved to himself that he was no coward. By the look of Dustin’s blubbering crying face and the fact that he couldn’t feel his toes, he knew that this was it. Time to go out like a rockstar.
“Bad huh?” Eddie coughs up. He could taste the familiar metal on his tongue. It wasn’t the first time blood was in his mouth. 
“No, no,” Dustin starts. “You’re going to be fine. Just gotta get you to the hospital, okay?” His voice keeps hitching. The boy brushes hair from his cheek with a cold breath on his face. 
Eddie nods his head in a desperate attempt to make his little brother feel better, but the blood keeps coming up. He gags on it before muttering, “I think …” The pain shoots up his body in pulsating electrical bursts. “Common,” he utters, trying to hype himself up. He had only a few more words to say before he was done, before he could rest. 
“I think I just … I think I just need a second, okay?” He whispers. He struggles to keep his eyes open, slowly becoming more tired as the minutes pass.
He gets flashes of your smile burning bright. Your laugh, how you cock back your head with each giggle. Your fingers intertwined with his, always such warm hands. A loving smile spreads across his devilish cheeks. “Okay,” Dustin whimpers out in between sobs. 
“I didn’t run away this time, right?” Eddie blurts out with a bit of a chuckle. “No, no, no, no,” Dustin weakly smiles, letting out a bundle of spit with a stifled cry. “You didn’t run.” A cough rips from his throat again. The blood drains from the side of his mouth. 
Happiness fills his aching chest as the thought of Dustin as President of Hellfire plays in his head once again. A thought he fantasizes about often. His eyes close as he sees the light behind the boy’s curly head. “You’re going to have to take care of those sheep for me, okay?”
Dustin lets out a soft whale as he struggles to speak. “No, you’re going to do that yourself,” he whispers stubbornly. Eddie’s brows furrow at the words. He uses all of his might to crash his palm against Dustin’s forearm. 
“Nah, man,” Eddie grumbles. He hated when the boy second guessed himself. Dustin never saw his potential, never felt the confidence he could easily have. Hey, that was the same shit you would say about Eddie all the time. Funny, full circle.
“Say, ‘I’m gonna look after them,” he demands. “Say it.” He wanted the words to come out harsh and strict, bringing the good old dungeon master voice back out for one last ride. He didn’t expect the coughing fit that would erupt from his attempt. 
“I’m… I’m gonna look after…” Dustin starts as the words fall into a jumble of sobs. “Good,” Eddie answers with another harsh cough. 
A smile spreads across his face, the smirk that is clearly copyrighted by the Munson family. “Good, cause I’m actually gonna graduate,” Eddie starts. His smile grows deeper and deeper as he remembers those pretty little eyes of yours. “And I’m gonna marry my Lolly. I think it’s my year, Henderson.” His heart warms - he likes to think it’s because of his incredible future with you, instead of the blood pooling in his lungs. “I think it’s finally my year…”
“...I love you man.”
“I love you too.” 
“… Eddie”
“Eddie …”
“Eddie!”
Kas moves with a body strictly set on autopilot. His mind is screaming, screaming his name. His heart races, beating thickly in his ears. He could still feel Dustin’s tears falling onto his cheeks. He feels the boy leaving. How his pillow, his knees, quickly fall from beneath him. Dustin’s weeping voice as he is pulled away and Eddie is left behind in the Upside Down. 
Before he could stop himself, Kas grabs Dustin’s hands off of his body. He wraps his calloused fingers around his wrists, slamming them harshly against the wall. “What the hell are you doing here?!” He screams into the adversary’s pathetically whimpering face. 
“I-It’s me,” Dustin stutters out, but each word that leaves his lips peaks his anger. Kas yells out a grunt as he digs his fist thick into his collar. He lifts the small boy up and throws him against the floor. Henderson went flying across the living room, sliding upon the carpet. 
Everything became red. A smashing of his knuckles across Dustin’s cheekbones. It hurt, but not as much as when his supposed friend left him behind. This makes Kas feel a whole lot better.
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April 7th, 1986. 11:12pm.
Looking back, Kas definitely needed that 14-hour cool down period. He scans over your crushed frame, but your eyes are fixed upon Dustin’s face. His nostrils flare as fluttering lashes drop a tear. He roughly brushes it away with a single finger against his red cheeks.
With a sniffle, Dustin whispers, “O-Okay, hi Kas. I’m Dustin.” His hand shakes awkwardly as he tries to stand. Your arms reach for him, careful not to let him fall. Despite your unfortunate patient, Kas has always adored your caring soul. The dutiful World War Two nurse tending to his eternal wounds. He loves you, not only due to your very beautiful body, but everything within its gorgeous shell - not that you’d ever believe him. 
Dustin looks down at his wavering hands and ripped shirt. His fingertips press against his cheeks. He winces in anticipation of a pain that never comes. “How did I,” he stutters, a gulp thick in his throat. “W-what is this?” Kas finally stands - it was his time to shine. He peers down at Dustin through his cheeks with a lifted chin. The boy stumbles back at his movement, afraid of what may come next. 
Just how Kas likes it: seeing his prey shaking with barely contained fear before him. At least they know the truth - that he’s a monster in sheep’s clothing. 
“I healed you,” Kas starts with a scoff. “Me, I did that,” he points to Dustin’s weak body. His smirk and bouncing brow shoots your way, making sure you acknowledge his selfless act. That annoyed, deadpanned face of yours returned, it’s one of his favorites. 
Dustin looks to you for clarification, some sort of understanding of what the hell happened to his fallen friend. Kas hated it, hated that he looked at you instead of him. Like every word falling from his mouth needed to be fact checked by you.
“Hey, Henderson,” Kas calls out, a whistle to follow. “Eyes over here. Daddy’s telling a story.” 
Kas stalls when he sees both your eyes pop out of their sockets. Dustin’s nostrils are flared as he takes a slow inhale. You quickly drop your gaze to your feet, while stifling a cry. What the hell? Why did the world come to a grinding halt? 
“Vecna saved me,” he continues hesitantly. The words slowly drop from his mouth, each elongated word. “You know, after you left me to rot.”
The boy’s neck extends as shock fills him to his very core. Fire burns true in his little hazel eyes. Something Kas, nor Eddie, has seen outside of the D&D table. 
Oh hello Nog, the Artificer - it’s been a while. 
“Who left you?” Dustin challenges with a finger addressed to the man before him. It makes Kas laugh, enjoying the fire burning within him just like the good arsonist that he is. “‘Cause it sure as shit wasn’t me.”
He steps forward in a way that, involuntarily, spreads shivers down Kas’ spine. A shiver not formed due to fear, shock, nor worry. A shiver that inadvertently fills his body with admiration and respect. “Steve had to pull me away from you,” he says sternly, dangerously entering the other's space. 
Kas’ left brow raises as a smile sprawls across his face. A slow chuckle erupts from within that could scare away Vecna himself. He is callous and cold. His eyes reddening as each word is spoken. “You’re a fucking liar, Henderson,” a cold stern tone to his voice. Kas takes a step towards Dustin, egging him on. “You don’t want to know what I do to liars.” 
Dustin scoffs, suddenly taking the interaction lightly. “Why don’t you start off by telling me exactly who said that I left you?” he asks with rigid eyes. Kas scoffs too, rolling his own, as his lip pulls up on his left side. “Oh,” the boy snickers, making Kas’ entire care-free persona develop into fuel lit fire. “Let me guess, Vecna told you that? Just like how he told you he saved you?” 
“Watch your fucking tongue,” Kas spits through gritted teeth. He could barely see your hands or hear your voice as you attempt to calm the situation. All he could see was red. The resilient, fascinatingly familiar color flushing across his sight. He just needed one good reason to wreck that pretty little face of his. 
“I watched you die and I was there until the very end,” Dustin yells, completely matching his opponent’s energy. “I would have never left you behind.” 
“But you did!” Kas screams into his face. His shoulders raise as he puffs his chest, entirely prepared to destroy the small being. But, fortunately for the boy, you are a sneaky one. A slow palm to his chest, resting with just the right amount of pressure on his sternum. He could feel another hand pressing into his lower back. And somehow he could breathe again. The red slowly dissipating from his mind. All his senses return with lightning speed. It all hit a bit too hard as he struggles to process the next words from his mouth.
“No, I fucking didn’t!” Dustin spit outs with disdain. Your hand still glued to Kas’ hot skin, the only thing keeping the other alive. “Steve ripped me from you, I hated him for weeks…” He loses track of his words as though the memories shot through his precious thinking cap. 
“No, no,” Kas mumbles but the flashes ring true. Dustin cried onto his dying body. He screamed, pleading for Eddie as he was dragged away by Harrington. He didn’t want to go, but Steve was following through on his promise - to protect Henderson. They loved Eddie. His friends would never have left him behind. 
“No!” Kas shouts, pushing the boy back, but he persists, taking a step forward to show his older brother that he meant every single world. 
“It took me so long to see that he was saving my life,” Dustin utters before powerfully pushing two hands against his chest. “I was ready to die with you in front of that trailer!”
Kas bounces back, rocking on his heels with minimal physical damage but holy shit did that fuck over his brain and everything he’s come to know as true so far.
“I should have!” the boy shrieks. Tears stream down his cheeks in a way that breaks Kas’ unbeating heart, in a way he’ll never admit - maybe not even to you. Kas coughs, clearing his throat before plopping back onto the couch. The room is silent until Tobbs calls out to his fellow detective. 
Kas clings onto the TV as a tool for his dissociation. A small voice in his head begins to beg for forgiveness. Regret encapsulates his chest cavity as he acknowledges the pain he caused to not only his prodigy, but to you. The betrayal was his own.
He should have remembered, should have corrected Vecna, but he had nothing. Not a single clue as to what was happening. He was lost, alone. He knew his memories were not his own, but he didn’t care. Anger is easier than loneliness. It wasn’t until he saw you and the graceful flash of your smile that he second guessed those thoughts. 
All he has now is Eddie’s memories from before. He would only need one hand to count how many he’s got, but that’s no excuse. He should’ve remembered. He had an inkling, some part deep deep within him that immediately rejected the idea of Henderson leaving him behind but he didn’t listen.
Why didn’t he listen? How could the idea that everyone would leave him behind be so believable? That he wasn’t worthy of true friendship? What could he have done to deserve that? 
Kas squints before applying pressure from his thumb between his brows. He could feel the beginning of a headache scraping against his forehead. Muffled voices wrack through the air as he struggles to recollect what is true and what he was told.
You and Dustin begin talking about Eddie and his last moments. He now finds distraction from his own thoughts in your conversation.
He, barely, tries to not eavesdrop as you nervously ask, “Did - did he have any message or - or, um, did he say something about me?” His ears perk for an answer that never came. He looks up to see Dustin shaking his head, which forces his heart to sink in his chest. 
Kas instinctually seeks your gaze, knowing without a doubt that this answer would completely destroy you. He watches as your face pales and your body stills. He struggles to deny every fiber in his being that screams for him to hold you. As much as they pleaded and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t manage to move from his seat. His own body betrays him in the midst of all this new found information.
“Tell us the story.” Your mouth barely moves despite the power of the words that fall from your lips. Kas cannot deny the excitement he feels upon being reminded of your undeniable strength. You were easily the strongest woman he has ever met, even if he did remember all the women in his life. He turns towards Dustin, awaiting the story that even he is curious to hear. 
The boy, however, tucks his hands beneath his pits and crosses his arms over his torso. “What’s going to keep him from punching my face in again?” he spits out. Again, he looks right at you as though you were the handler to the rabid dog that Kas was. 
“He won’t hurt you,” you say through grinding teeth. It was enough to make Kas smile and tilt his chin back and forth, like a giddy girl. He sits back, completely relaxed, knowing that you have his back. 
Dustin takes a breath, lowering his eyes before him, but not before cracking his neck to the side. “Eddie was dealing with Chrissy,” he starts. 
You quickly interject, “Yeah, he had a date set with her.” Your eyes fall as you think further. “It - It was a Friday, right?” 
The boy nods his head as he tightens his arms upon his chest. “Vecna killed Chrissy right in front of Eddie.”
The veins in your neck tighten as you clench your teeth. Eyelashes flutter back tears. Kas cannot help but want to protect you. “Are you sure you want to hear this?” he asks in a low tone. The act surprises Dustin. His eyes flash between you two as he realizes the connection you have. 
You take a deep sigh before walking over to the couch beside him. You crash down, hooking your arm around his bicep. You lean into the meat of his arm as your eyes close. “Keep going, Dustin.” 
Kas pulls you in, holding you closer than he thought possible. He would do anything to spare you from this hurt, but he also knows whole heartedly that you needed to hear it - just as he does. “After that, Eddie went into hiding. Cops obviously pinned it on him… and Max, well, she saw him leave the trailer in a hurry-” 
Your head raises upon hearing the name. Kas turns to you for guidance as it remains unfamiliar. “Wait, Max was a part of this?” you ask in disbelief. 
Dustin stalls before answering. He swallows a huge gulp as he squeezes his hands into a fist. “Yes.” Your brain wracks with ideas, struggling to understand exactly who else was involved in this dangerous ruse. “We went searching for Eddie and it led us back to here,” he mutters as he takes a quick glance around. 
“We found out Vecna’s past and how to fight him, and we were ready,” he slows down his words. “We had a plan and we were going to stop him.” His bottom lip begins to quiver. A hand catches his balance upon the back of the recliner. “Something went wrong, and we needed more time.” 
His eyes suddenly bare holes into yours. You could see the tears welling within them as he struggles to let out the next few words. “He went back,” he swallows, “We would’ve lost so many people if not for him, but by the time I could get back…” He drops his head, shaking it as those fists crash against the tops of his thighs. 
Kas observes every inch of Dustin’s face, of his body language. He understood his words to be true, his feelings to be true. He is distraught. Dustin may have made it out of there alive, but a piece of him still rests on that road right beside Eddie. Dead and hollow. A piece he may never recover.
He rallies the courage from within to finish their interwoven story from his blurred recollection. “I-” he starts. The pronoun explodes a combination of familiarity and disorientation. “I died in his arms.” 
Kas could see your head immediately shooting his way. It made a small smile burst from his lips and shortly take it away. “But after you left, I heard someone. I thought it was you,” he turns your way with a weak grin. Tears flow from the ducts of your eyes, a steady current. “I don’t think it was.”
His voice hitches before he clears it and attempts to continue. “I died a fucking hero,” his eyes raise forward as he is flooded by the reminiscent feeling of bravery and pride. “I wasn’t a coward - no, not anymore.” 
You bite your lip as your arms wrap around his neck. His own tears begin to fall as you pull him into your chest. “You were always a hero, baby,” you whisper into his red, hot ears. "You saved me before any of this happened."
His sobs destroy the very fabric of your being. A sound that will forever haunt your dreams. You take it in waves, all of his pain without regret. Your face slowly becoming stone cold, tears ceasing to exist as you tighten your hold of him. 
Kas clears his throat, slowly pulling away from your soaked shirt. Your hands slowly float to his knees. He looks back at Dustin, his close friend, without anger or resentment. “Vecna brought me back. He told me to kill you,” he mutters while shaking his head. “I came back different.” Another frog is stuck in his throat as he struggles to take in breaths without falling into another sobbing fit. His eyes drop to the hands in his lap. “I wasn’t a killer before, but I am now.” 
Dustin looks your way in a panic, desperately wanting to know more. “He didn’t make me, you know? He taught me how and I just kept it up.” Kas calmly nods as he feels the blood drain from his face. “Eleven people,” his voice hitches as he meets the boy’s innocent eyes. 
“Tammy Thompson, Ryan Trent, Andy Johnson, Carol Carver, Dave McKinney, Paul Richardson, Justine Hutch, Dick Newman, Kristie Peterson, Olivia Wilson, and Vickie McNulty.” 
Kas keeps his head down. Not a single part of him wants to see the terror on either one of your faces. The silence floods the air like a stuffy smoke. It’s almost palpable, almost as though you could feel it weighing down on your defenseless body.
“Vickie.” Dustin slices through the smoke, a wavering tone to his voice. “Vickie from marching band?”
Kas nods his head ever so slightly while struggling to swallow the biggest gulp stuck in his throat. 
He didn’t want to raise his eyes, no not at first. He could remember her screams, particularly hers as they sounded like they were perfectly extracted from Jason Voorhees’ machete. The red of her hair mixed beautifully with the crimson that drenched her clothes.
He would be lying if he said he had any remorse in the kill. He just saw someone he knew. A poor girl smudged with dirt and muck as she struggled to get out from under the library’s debris. He scared her, just a little, to get that blood pumping quickly into his mouth.
“Yes,” Kas finally answers. “Vickie from marching band.” 
Dustin almost collapses backwards, but swiftly rushes to land onto the chair before him. A completely new pain strikes Kas’ heart as he realizes that Vickie meant something to him. Your hand squeezes at the sides of his thigh as you, too, hesitantly land your head against his shoulder. Comforting him, even though you are shocked by his doings.
“I think I need a break,” Dustin mutters. Kas raises his eyes to see that the boy had turned a shade of green. He runs out the front door and vomits off the side of Rick’s porch. A solid tear runs down Kas’ cheek. What has he done? 
While the two are inside, Dustin struggles to keep himself upright. His entire torso is flush against the wooden porch. His eyes almost bulging with each retch.
Robin has been searching for weeks to find Vickie. She’s grown so close to the McNulty family, determined to find her across the Upside Down. She refuses to acknowledge the possibility of her death, the possibility of not being able to save her through all the party's efforts and losses. 
How is he going to tell her about this? 
But amongst the sadness, he cannot deny the feeling of relief in his belly. Eddie is back. Even if it’s some weird, murderous version of him, he can still see him - talk to him. He doesn’t have to pretend to speak to the mist over Lover’s Lake anymore. He doesn’t have to think of a world that Eddie Munson isn’t a part of. 
Sure, his mentor looks different. Much more shirtless than usual. Dustin never thought he would see him in anything but ripped jeans. His hair is longer, smooth and less matted. The contrast between his dark locks and skin reveals how much paler he’s become. Red eyes are a nice touch that he can appreciate when they aren’t paired with a beating.
When Kas speaks, the boy swears he could see sharpened canines. Were those the very knives that dug into his skin before he passed out? 
Regardless, Dustin has his brother back and the happiness that consumes him is undeniable. He would accept him with open arms in any condition. 
A tenacious brotherhood built on fantasy, triumphs, and defeats. A deep connection between a Master Inventor and his Dungeon Master. He wishes he could go back, back to when the worst thing that happened was that D&D got canceled because Corroded Coffin finally got a gig. 
All he can do is wish. 
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September 16th, 1985. 8:43pm.
“Yeah, well Mike’s got a girlfriend cross country,” Lucas shares, desperately running away from the attention placed on his and Max’s relationship. 
“What the hell,” Mike gripes as Gareth places a firm hand at the back of his neck. He shakes it while releasing a hellish laughter. “Alright Mike, where’d you meet her? I only slightly think she’s made up.” 
The group laughs as Eddie watches them from his Dungeon Master’s throne. His foot hangs off the edge with a knee to his chest, hands playing with a small ripped paper. 
He is known for his transparency. Whatever he feels is perfectly displayed upon his face. The mood for today is an abundance of annoyance, clear in how he lifts the side of his lips and his eyes roll with each passing second. 
“I met her here actually, she just moved away,” Mike shares. “Her name’s-” 
Eddie slams his hand down onto the table with a force that shakes the auditorium floor. “Why are we talking about maidens?” he asks with a booming voice as he stands from his seat. “We should be talking about how the party’s going to fight Lolth tomorrow,” he hints. 
Dustin’s eyes widen as he slowly asks, “What are you talking about?” He peers around the room, seeing the entire party with mixed expressions of shock and gaping mouths.
Eddie huffs in response, rolling his eyes in annoyance, as he grabs his books and map. “No jerking off tonight, boys. You’re gonna need your throwing hand.” 
The party begins to pack up after a rather rough section of the campaign. Only Lucas, Jeff, and Dustin survived, while the rest await their rebirth. Dustin’s brows pull as he watches his fearless leader. The man who is always moving is now perfectly still. He takes heavy breaths as he grips tightly against the top of his chair. 
“You coming?” Lucas calls out as he and Mike begin to walk down the stage’s stairs. 
“I’ll just meet you there,” Dustin says, waving his hand for the two to leave. He has been trying to find an opportunity to buddy up with the President of Hellfire, maybe this was his chance. “So, Eddie, do you have a sec?” he asks sheepishly. 
Eddie now had his forehead plastered upon the chair as his fingers nervously tap on its sides. He groans as his way of replying to the youngling. Dustin lets out a soft chuckle as he nervously asks, “You okay?” 
Eddie slowly raises his head as a smile lifts to the right of his cheek. “Yeah, I’m good,” he says with squinting eyes. “Hangovers don’t feel like they used to.” He raises his arms to stretch them before rolling his neck.
“I was wondering if, uh, I could get your advice on something?”
Eddie’s eyes perk as he drops his arms and slides into his chair like a snake. “Why yes, the doctor’s in,” he beams with his smile. 
Dustin laughs while pulling a chair out and plopping into the seat. “It’s about girls - uh, maidens,” he starts. 
Eddie nods furiously, gesturing with his hands for him to continue. “What is her name?” he inquires. Dustin drops his head nervously, “Susie.” 
Eddie’s eyes close as he smiles. “Ah, Susie,”  he whispers in acknowledgement. He leans back into his seat, taking a big whiff of the young love in the air.
“Yeah, she, uh, she’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I met her back in camp about a year ago and she lives in Utah, but I, uh, I think I love her and I’ve never said that to someone before,” Dustin rambles.
Humming, Eddie sinks back into his chair. His expression is happy and proud of his little freshman. “Well, little man, it sounds like we’re in the exact same situation. If you figure it out, you let me know,” he dismisses with a chuckle. 
Dustin is taken aback. A king like Eddie having trouble with girls, uh - maidens? He’s a rockstar for christ’s sake, what kind of problems could he have? “What’s her name?” he asks, just as plainly as Eddie did before. He snickers beneath his grin as he rests a chin upon his fist. 
“Let’s just call her Lolly,” Eddie lets out with a breathless chuckle. A coy smile sprawls across his lips. 
Dustin’s brow raises with curiosity as he dives in more information. “Lolly, like … Lolth?” he asks, tucking his chin into his neck in excitement. His eyes widen as he lovingly awaits his DM’s answer. 
Eddie blows out a raspberry before sinking even further into the throne. He shakes his head while creasing his eyebrows. “Did you nickname her after our next boss?” Dustin laughs out incredulously. 
“Maybe,” Eddie retorts in a sing-songy voice. He scoffs, throwing his head back. “Go ahead, honestly, tell me that Lolth isn’t a smokin’ hot babe.” 
Henderson smiles, enjoying his mentor’s flustered face. He shrugs, nodding his head - knowing it isn’t wrong. “She must be a badass,” he utters. 
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” Eddie adds, running his tongue over the front of his teeth. “She’s my spider queen,” he hisses with excitement.  
Dustin giggles alongside Eddie. Their smiles fill the room with a rose tinted ambience flooded with nostalgia and happiness between old souled friends. The connection between them was palpable, undeniable. Eddie noticed it the second he laid eyes on the small fella. He knew there was something special about him, and he has yet to be proven wrong. 
“In all seriousness, Henderson,” Eddie says lightly, coming down from his laughing fest. “You should tell her. It’s a risk, yeah, but love isn’t really something you can hold onto. Trust me, it eats away at you more than you can imagine. It physically hurts not to say it,” he takes a deep breath. “You’re lucky you don’t have to see her every day.” 
His words peak Dustin’s interest. Who is this maiden? Has he seen her before? Does she go to Hawkins High? He’s never seen his DM so vulnerable, and he revels within the precious moment.
“You can tell her too, Eddie,” he whispers, careful not to upset him. The President raises his eyes and stares behind his curly chocolate bangs. “What if she loves you too?” 
Eddie’s keen smile pulls to one side as he shakes his head. “She doesn’t even know me,” he mutters, leaning back into his chair. 
“Then let her get to know you, man,” Dustin encourages. With a smile, he starts, “A wise man once told me that love was risky but it’s not something you can hold onto-” 
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Screw you, Henderson,” he mutters with a low hummed chuckle. His head cocks to the side as an idea forms in his mind. He leans his elbows onto the table as he locks eyes with the boy. “Let’s make a pact, right here and right now.” Dustin encouragingly nods. “You tell Susie and I - I’ll tell Lolly,” the words start to lose their muster as he continues. 
“You got yourself a deal, Munson,” Dustin slams his hand against Eddie’s, giving him a good shake. A contract that would build the very foundation of their friendship. 
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April 7th, 1986. 12:11am.
Your mind feels like a dead plane about to crash into the ocean. A slow spiral as you fall from the heavens and dive into the horror show below. First row, VIP ticket. Guess that’s what happens when you fall in love with a true killer.
Without noticing, your hand slowly slips from his arm. Fingers hook onto your chin as you struggle hard to process the information. To make sense of something that just shouldn’t make sense. 
“You didn’t know who she was,” you start. Your closed eyes tickle lashes against your cheek. “You - you didn’t.”
Kas’ soft, calm voice breaks through the mist, bringing you back down to that ocean floor. “I did,” he murmurs. “I killed her, and I did it because I knew her.” 
You turn to him with tears flooding your vision. The breath is sucked from your lungs, unable to take in more. You finally hit the water - it’s time to sink. “Tell me, just,” you gulp, shaking your head out as your mind screams for you to run. “Make me understand, please.” You turn to him, heaving sobs as you do. “Why did you do this?” 
He drops his gaze, not wanting another second of your crying face to be burned into his mind. He hurt you, again. Regret, again. All for an unneeded kill he made so carelessly. 
Vickie’s red hair bobbed so effortlessly in the mucky mist of the New World. He immediately recognized her from that unfortunate junior year that he had to take band for his elective. Despite the tragedy, she still was perky and determined to get out. 
And that’s why. She had hope, and all he wanted to do was crush it. 
Kas hesitantly reaches for you, wanting to comfort you and distance himself from the situation. The very act shakes you to your core, causing you to cower to the other side of the couch. “Don’t,” you say plainly. He drops his eyes while clenching his jaw in pain. 
Who did he have to blame this time? It’s not like Henderson was the one who brought up their names. It certainly wasn’t you. You knew he had a list, a list of people who died the way you should have, but he knew you would never want to know who. 
And yet, he gave you just that. It breaks any perception that you had of him. The person who took care of you upstairs, who loves you - yeah, that’s a serial killer. Vecna took everything from you. He could care less about how his kills affect other people.
Chrissy died and Eddie became a “serial killer.” Eddie died and … Kas became the serial killer. 
“I don’t,” you start but quickly take in a shaky breath. You pinch your brows together, trying so hard to see any future with him beyond this but everything comes up blank. 
“I killed because I didn’t know any better,” Kas whispers. His gaze stuck on his hands as they rested between his legs. “I was taught to torture, told that every person in Hawkins would rather see me dead than alive.” 
He abruptly stands, practically jumping off the couch. “I had doubts. I - I tested it, you know?” He begins his pacing, desperately trying to stop his heart from exploding his chest with each beat. 
“With Kristie and Dick, I saw them. They were under struggling to get out of town hall. I helped them get out,” he slows his movements. “They were so happy to see me. And that made me happy, a-and I thought - ‘yes, he was wrong!’ But they were just happy until I got them out,” he says softly. 
“They ran from me, called me an ‘asshole’ and a ‘killer,’” Kas mutters as he stands still before you. “I showed them they were right.”
A wave crashes over you. Weak electricity shoots through your body, tingles that make you feel light headed. Your face falls into your hands as you ponder the thought.  
“But then I met you, darlin’,” he says as he crashes onto his knees before you. His big, warm hands pull your palms from your cheeks. “You showed me that there was another way. And - and I don’t want to go back to that.” 
Kas takes a sharp breath before clearing his throat. His quivering voice continues, “I still hear their screams.” You slowly raise your eyes to his. His face contorted and solemn as he struggles to hold back heaving sobs.
“I wish you were there,” he drops his head onto your lap. The tears curl around your face. You cannot help the gentle hand that brushes through his hair. “I wish I died in your arms,” he cries. “If I did, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be in fucking Valhalla or some shit, but I wouldn’t be back here as this monster!”
He sobs into your bare thighs. Your chin quivers as you try to be strong but fail every other second. You feel empty. No worry or remorse toward him or yourself. Just a body floating slowly into the ocean’s depth. 
After some time, you whisper coldly, “You are not a monster.” He raises his swollen eyes to you, the innocent chocolate button eyes bow beneath all this façade. “A monster wouldn’t have regrets. Wouldn’t be crying with the person he tried to kill.” 
After one last swoop of his soft curly hair, your hand rests at his cheek. Kas leans in as he always does. Those innocent eyes flick up to your hardened gaze. “You are not a monster. Not anymore.” He takes in a shaky inhale through his nose. 
“You are going to work hard, harder than you ever have, to make up for what you did.” You gently place your fingers to the side of his chin, squeezing as you guide him to your eyes. Ensuring you are both locked in before finishing your thought.
“But you will never make up for those eleven lives. You will carry them in your heart until you die. And that does not mean you stop fighting to make it right. Do you hear me, Kas?” 
His lashes flutter as he unsuccessfully attempts to hold back his tears. He could see the strength within you. The power you hold that has barely scratched the surface. He couldn’t be more in love with you despite the horror of the words that fell from your supple lips. 
Kas knows, in this moment, that he will happily die for you a million times. He is crazy about you, completely unhinged and dedicated to your smile. He may never make up for what he’s done, but he will put all his power into trying until the day he dies - not just for you, but him as well. It’s not easy living with a guilty conscience, maybe this will make it a bit lighter. 
Regardless his determination is set, your broken heart is more than enough to fuel his intentions. 
“I hear you, darlin’,” Kas utters. His hands delicately reach for yours, intertwining your fingers as they should have been from the very start. “I promise you I will try my absolute hardest to make up for what I’ve done.” He pulls your interlocked hands to his lips. A sweet peck with eyes fixed onto you. “I promise you I will work my damned best to be the man you deserve.” 
His words pull you right out of your spell. Those worried wrinkled lines between your brow completely smooth out. Eyes fall straight down to your hands. A promise you would never expect from Kas, and one you could count on from Eddie. But one and two are not the same, and fear still encapsulates you. 
You want to trust him. To know that he’s that beautiful man who held you in the shower earlier that day. The man who carried you away from danger. The man who saved you from the dangerous, psychotic being he is scared of most in this world. 
But he is also the man who took Vickie and all those people from their families. The man who left you in a ocean of your own tears, naked and afraid in that fucked up version of Hawkins. The man who stalked you, hunted you. The man who almost drank you dry to please his own murderer. 
“Please don’t break it.” The words fall from your lips involuntarily. You aren’t even sure if “it” is referring to his promise, or your heart. “Please,” you finally raise your eyes to him. 
Dustin opens the door, walking into a quiet room. He closes it behind him, locking the deadbolt before landing his back against the wood. It pulls both your attentions, causing Kas to stand and let go of your hand. Your body aches for him, wishing the boy stayed outside just a little bit longer. 
“I lied,” he starts. His hands crash at his hips, letting go of a huge breath of relief. “He said something about you when he was …” 
It was your turn to release a breath of relief. You are confident, fully confident in the love that you and Eddie shared. Doubt wracked your brain when Dustin told you that he didn’t say anything about you in his last words. For whatever reason, the boy held the information from you. The only way you would get it is if you wait, painfully and patiently. “What did he say?” 
Dustin takes a quick look at Kas before returning to you. “He wanted to marry you, after graduation.” You smile with a trembling lip, both taken aback and not surprised at all. The thought of you across from Eddie in a cheesy tux at city hall. It may not be Chicago, or Paris, but being Mrs. Eddie Munson would be an absolute dream that you would choose over the world. 
He laughs as he finishes his thought. “I didn’t know who he was talking about before, but, yeah, it’s pretty clear he was talking about you.” The tears hit him again, a tickle at the back of his throat. He tenses his face to hold it all in. “He nicknamed you Lolth, or Lolly,” another breathy chuckle drops. “Pretty badass D&D character, honestly pretty comparable to Kas.” 
Your heart warms in a way that turns your body into cotton candy. A sensation you haven’t felt since you last laid your eyes on Eddie. It is almost like he is here. You place your hand upon your chest as you sink into the feeling. “Thank you,” you say with a feverish nod. 
Kas watches the woman he loves turn into a rare aurora of orange twinged happiness. He is thankful for the boy, grateful for his honesty. He seeks his eyes to mouth “thank you” himself. 
Dustin nods, but quickly looks away as he is too worried to hold the gaze. He brushes a hand through his hair while uttering, “I don’t know what I’m going to tell the others.” Your ears perk up, causing you to jump up and rush towards him. Your hands firmly grabbing onto his. He pulls away, but hones in on your intensity. 
“You can’t tell anyone.” Your gaze locked on his hazel brown. Your body becomes a mixture of hot white and cold. You just got him back. No one will take you away from him. No one will hurt him. No. No. No! “They don’t need to know.”
Dustin steps back from you with disgust. His hands are harsh as they rip from yours. It is enough to make Kas take a step forward and let out a thick, heated breath. “They need to know,” he starts pointing to Kas. “He is the last person to see Vecna alive. We need to know everything so we can put that asshole into the ground.”
You turn back to Kas, a slow glance over your left shoulder. His attention is pulled upon seeing your movement. Your brows raise at their tips, trying to discern what he is thinking. A slow smile gradually pulls across his lips. An encouraging nod shoots your way. 
The relief filling your chest finally allows you to take a deep breath. You extend your arm backwards with a hopeful expression. He happily reaches for your hand, resting his warm palm against you.
Kas stands beside you, in front of Dustin. In this moment, you realize that he and you are forever. It may not be perfect, it may not be Eddie, but you are in it - for the long haul. Protecting each other against any potential harm. His fight is your fight, just as it should have been with Eddie. There’s no way you’re backing down. 
You shake out your hair, taking in a slow breath for confidence and neutrality. “Who are ‘we?’” you ask. One simple question to determine the safety of the journey forward. Dustin looks to Kas, seeking the answer within him. How did this boy not get it yet? He shakes his head. He doesn’t know every thing. 
Dustin turns to you, clenching his jaw. “Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Lucas, Erica, Mike, El, and Will.” The names float in the air, almost each one recognizable to you. These are the people you see in the hallways. The people in the cafeteria. The people who run the school newspaper. The people in the band. The popular kids. God, how the hell are they all mixed up in this? The only name missing being … 
“Max,” you call out. “You said Max knew what was going on. What - Why isn’t she going to be there?” You rake his face, desperate for an answer, only to see him grow solemn. Kas knew that Henderson’s face undoubtedly meant bad news. He squeezes your hand, letting you know that he is here for you. 
The silence feels unbearable. Your skin is on fire and about to implode. “J-Just tell me,” you start before taking a deep inhale. “Is she dead?” 
“No,” Dustin states. Your heart skips a beat as you gasp in happiness. Max is far too young, far too young to be gone… “But she’s hurt and it’s bad.” 
Your body stills as your breath escapes you once again. “What do you mean?” you utter quickly. Another squeeze to your hand. 
“She’s in the hospital,” the boy utters under his breath. 
You push past him, reaching for the door knob. You don’t even know where you’re going but you are going.
Kas is the one who’s calm hand rests on your forearm, causing you to pause. He models a breath with you before flicking his eyes to Henderson. “Tell the party we’re meeting at Harrington’s at 8. You pick us up at 6 and bring us to Max, then to the party,” he states without a second of hesitancy. Your eyes light up before turning to see Dustin’s reaction. 
“Done,” the boy promises. 
“Dustin!” 
All three of you drop, closer to the ground. The voice comes from outside. You can hear heavy boots onto the steps of the porch before crashing his knuckles against the wood. “Dustin, your mom called.” He groans before knocking again. “Common, I know you’re in there - I can see the light on.”
Steve Harrintgon’s timbre is incredibly clear. He is here, a simple door away to finding out the truth. 
Your heart races faster than it ever has, faster than when you thought you were going to die. You panic, thinking what would happen if Kas and Steve come face to face in such an abrupt manner.
When you whip your head to Kas, his face is calm and unbothered. It gives you strength - a chance to take a breath. 
“Henderson, please. It’s already midnight and Robin’s in the car. If you don’t come out soon, she’s gonna start holding down on the horn,” Steve says with an exhausted tone. A huge yawn follows his words.
Dustin shoots his eyes towards Kas. He gestures for you both to move, to make your way to the kitchen. Kas nods, and guides you over with your intertwined hands.
“Just wait a damn second, Harrington,” Dustin spits out. “I’m getting my shit.” Kas leads you behind the fridge, squeezing your hand in repetitive pulses until you both are safely hidden. 
Dustin swings the door open and steps outside, pushing his way through Steve’s burgundy sweater. “Dude, you gotta stop coming here,” he scolds as the boy closes the door behind him. “How did you even get in?” The voices trail off, but you remain silent, still, and pressed against the fridge. 
Upon hearing Steve’s car pull away, you let out a breath of relief. You instinctually let go of Kas’ hand, stretching your arms and cracking your knuckles to release the tensing pressure. “That was close,” you whisper under your breath. 
Kas slowly wraps his arms around your waist, digging your hips against his. “It was,” he says as his eyes rake over your features. One hand releases to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. It is almost as though he is lovingly adoring everything but your eyes, leaving them for last. 
“Should we finally get that rest now?” he suggests with a smirk. 
Your eyes fall on him as though this was your first time ever truly seeing him. The way his lips part when he looks at you. Those eyes that stop your heart every time they land on you. The way his curled locks land right on his collar bones. His alabaster skin, soft and sensual. The spider tattoo on his peck that you love so much. 
Before you knew it, your hand was trailing across his torso. Peck to peck, before sliding down his sternum and onto his belly. Your eyes were locked, as though they were in a trance, completely intoxicated by his incredible body. Almost as though an alarm went off, your head perks and returns back to hold his gaze. “I would like that.”
Kas smiles as he leads you back into the living room, back up the stairs, and back into the room that will forever, now, be deemed as yours. He lands back onto the mattress, floating upon its waves, as he guides you down beside him.
Your head rests where it belongs, on your favorite spider tattoo and just above his heart. His arm wraps around the small of your back. A hand lightly tracing dancing fingers against your upper arm as you pull closer into his chest. 
A sleep you have been waiting for. A sleep you deserve - you both deserve. 
“Good night, Kas,” you whisper against his skin. “Good night, darlin’,” he whispers back. 
“I love you.” 
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HE WOULD HAVE
Request: could you maybe do an angst fic for eddie? idk just some fighting because he’s jealous. but honestly everything will be great, i love your writing
Summary: Eddie can't stand how close Y/n and Steve have become, mainly because he knows he can't compete with the latter. Not knowing how to handle himself, Eddie pours his heart out in the most inappropriate moment.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Genre: angst
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Requested by: anon
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Warnings: swearing, alcohol, blood, wounds
A/N: this is way longer than I expected. I love how I exclusively get angsty requests. Good to know everyone's aware of my incapability to write anything happy lmaoooo. Anyway, thanks for the request lovely anon, enjoy<3
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"Woah... Woah woah— wait! Hold up!" I frowned at the compass, my hand raising in order to give a visual aid to my order.
Robin and Eddie didn't miss a beat before halting their oars, turning around to check on me. Nancy and Steve were already peaking at the gadget over my shoulders, as confused as I was.
"It's... Here?" Nancy questioned, more than declared, shifting her position to lean out of the boat, staring into the darkness of Lover's Lake.
"Can't be." Steve shook his head in the negative, scooting closer from behind in order to take the compass from my hand.
"No, actually, it could." my upper body rotated to meet Steve's eyes, my fingernail tapping on the edge of the boat. "Underwater. Eddie?" I'm called out, switching both my attention and my line of vision toy long haired friend. "Where did Patrick..." My question died in my throat at the sight of the boy's eyes digging holes into Steve. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's great, Y/n. I'm having the time of my life." He quipped, briefly meeting my eyes, just to look away as soon as I parted my lips. "Patrick died here, if that's what your question." he killed two birds with one stone, taking the chance to both reply to my unasked inquiry and to refrain my response to his comment.
"So" Robin cleared her throat, eyes rapidly shifting from my form to Eddie's, to Steve's and then to Nancy's. "It's underwater, right? Right" she pointed animatedly below us. "Here."
"Has to be." Nancy's absentminded attitude switched fast as lightning right as I felt movement behind me. "Steve, what are you doing?"
"Someone's gotta go down there. Check this thing out." I looked over my shoulder to see the boy taking off his shoes and socks.
"No." I denied, reaching out to hold him down by his forearm, stopping him from standing up. "Why's it always gotta be you?"
"Well, unless any of you can top being Hawkins High swim team co-captain—"
"Was I not the other co-captain, Harrington?" My whine earned me a groan from Steve.
"Yeah, but you're not a certified lifeguard, are you?" The boy reasoned, lightly slapping my hand away from his arm.
I resigned myself, sharing a concerned look with Nancy, and proceeded to abandon the thwart in order to give them both some space cramped boat, which left me kneeling in front of both Robin and Eddie. The younger girl took a sudden interest in the walkie as soon as I searched for the metalhead's face.
"How are you holding up?" He shrugged, his hands turning fidgety with his rings while he so obviously refused to meet my gaze, or even communicate with me.
I knew it wasn't the time to confront him about the attitude —we had other priorities, and pressing him into talking to me around people he barely trusted would be fruitless—; yet, it had been an ongoing problem since we found him in back that shack, getting worse and worse.
I sighed in defeat, pursing my lips in a tight line before going back to my previous place; this time, only Nancy sat by my side, eyes glued on her wristwatch while we waited for Steve to return.
EDDIE'S P. O. V.
"How long?" Robin's words broke an ominous silence that could have lasted anything from twenty seconds to two hours.
"Closing in on a minute." Wheeler finally peeled her eyes from the damn watch, looking around with visible worry.
"Okay, that's it." We three turned in shock to Y/n, ever the impatient one, who was already discarding her shoes.
"Woah— nonononono." My heart stammered against my chest, hands in the air, prompting Y/n to stay sat, something she obviously didn't do.
"'nonononono' what?" She spat, getting rid of her jacket. "You want him to drown?"
"Y/n. stay in the fucking boat." Though I attempted to sound assertive, it most likely came off as a plea.
A frown darkened her gaze, her movements coming to a halt for a millisecond. "Nance?" She called, not averting her sorry eyes from me.
"One minute and twenty seconds." The girl announcement cued a deafening silence, charged with anticipation.
Y/n's sweater landed on my lap, making me shoot up to take a firm grasp of her wrist, and earning a wave of complaints from the girls in the boat due to the wobbling caused by my impromptu movements.
"Guys, stop!"
"Eddie sit down!"
"Let go of my wrist!"
"I'm not letting you jump in there!"
A loud splash at my right tore a collective shriek out of us four, immediately ceasing the ruckus.
"What's going on in here?" A breathless Harrington found himself hanging on the side of the boat after a couple of strokes, curious eyes observing both Y/n and me, quickly putting two and two together. "Sit down, Jesus Christ." The fact that Y/n complied when Steve asked her to do what I had just requested from her seconds ago only fueled my resentment towards the pair. "I found it." He announced, taking the hand Y/n was offering him. "It's pretty damn big."
His last word was followed by a yank, strong enough to momentarily pull Harrington's head and Y/n's hand and forearm underwater.
Once he resurfaced, we all shared a panic-stricken look.
"The hell was that..." I muttered, fearing the possibility of my words disturbing whatever was below us.
Nancy shook Y/n's shoulder I'm distress, snapping her out of her paralyzed state. "C'monshitc'mon." The y/h/c girl took a firmer hold of Steve's forearm, planting her foot on the gunwale in order to use her whole body to pull him up.
Horrible decision, really.
They were there and...
Splash.
They weren't there anymore.
And oh, how I would wish to say I didn't think twice before throwing myself into the cold, unwelcoming water of Lover's Lake to save the girl I held so close to my heart, but I didn't.
I froze, a string of unintelligible curses dripping from my lips, hands on my head while Nancy Wheeler dove in headfirst, closely followed by Robin.
Fuck.
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READER'S P. O. V.
"—Y/n! For fuck's sake—" I found myself gasping for the intake of foul air in a world that didn't look like ours, a hand clad in chunky rings forcing me to sit up. "There you go." Eddie's voice sounded somewhat distant, yet my eyes caught him knelt right by my side. "You fucking idiot."
"Shut up." Eddie's frightened eyes shifted from my frame to something behind me, right before my back was met with yet another pair of hands.
"C'mon, dummy." Robin spoke, helping Eddie pull me up.
"Where's Steve?" I took an startled look around, not missing how Eddie's hand quickly slipped away from my arm at the mention of my friend. I tried to ignore the muttered bitter words that accompanied the lack of touch.
"Steve's fine, though he may have..." Robin confirmed, sneaking an apprehensive look at Eddie. "... Rabies. Anyways, gotta run!"
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EDDIE'S P. O. V.
"You sure you can walk?" Even his tone annoyed me. "You hit your head pretty hard. You may have a concession."
"Conc—" Y/n's snort made me peek over my shoulder with yearn and jealousy. She, Steve and Nancy sat under the rock. "Steve, it's a concussion." Her hand landed on his shoulder and I had to look away. "I swear I'm fine." Ahead of me, Robin watched with knowing eyes, the same she gave Wheeler.
God, did that suck.
Soon enough, we were advancing through the woods, Nancy leading the march with Robin trailing after her; not so far behind, Y/n ambled, taking in her surroundings as if we were in a field trip.
Maybe she did have a concussion.
I should check on her, I thought, before Steve can do so. I trotted towards the girl, who, as soon as she caught a glimpse of me, gave me a half smile.
"Hey, uh," I rubbed my hands together, eyes fixed on the ground in order to avoid those creepy vines. "You okay?"
She hummed affirmatively, "got a couple of scratches and my head hurts, but could be worse." I nodded, feeling her y/e/c irises scrutinizing me. "You?"
"Good— yeah, I'm good." Fuck, it was so difficult to communicate with her these days, and the nasty feeling that corroded my insides and fed my insecurities whenever Harrington got a bit too close to her didn't help one bit either.
Flashes of all the small moments I had seen them share those past few days hit me like a ton of bricks. Since when were they so close? And when had Steve 'the hair' Harrington turned out to be a good guy? And why the hell would Y/n put herself in danger for him?
Worst thing was, a part of me knew he would have done the same for her.
"I'm sorry I didn't throw myself into that damn lake without missing a heartbeat, okay?"
My heart stammered, eyes opening wide as I fought the urge to freeze. The words had come out in a passive-agressive grumble I couldn't manage to stop from spilling out. I didn't need to raise my gaze from the dirt to know that Y/n looked at me like I had grown two heads.
"No one expected you to dive in." Deep down, I knew she had the best intentions by saying that; she was trying to make me feel better about quite literally forsaking her earlier, but the wording...
"Yeah, 'cause why would anyone expect me to do something heroic, right?" Shut up shut up shut up, I internally yelled at myself; not only did I not listen, but also started to raise my voice "Leave that for King Steve, am I right?"
"woah— okay, enough."
Y/n had been patient for the time they had spent on me. She was understanding of my situation, but I was out of line, and she could only take so much.
"Everything good there?" Steve had most likely caught on the conversation; he was just a few feet behind.
"Peachy." Y/n deadpanned. When I finally met her gaze, I regretted every word that I had just vomited. "Where's this even coming from?"
Terrified of being confronted by Y/n, I attempted what I had found out I did best; run away.
Her hand got a firm hold of my leather jacket's sleeve before I could go far. "Don't you dare."
"You were sooo ready to dive in for him." Please stop talking, please stop talking.
"I'd have jumped for any of you." Her brows were knitted and her jaw clenched, and I knew I was on the wrong but why did she have to look at me as if I was making things up? "Steve just happened to be in the fucking water, y'know, since he volunteered to do the dangerous shit."
" 'since he volunteered to do the dangerous shit.' " I bitterly mocked her words, yanking my arm away from her grasp, and wishing for the foreign ground to swallow me.
"Can you stop with whatever's going on?"
"Nothing's going on."
She threw her hands in the air, overcompensating for my uncharacteristic lack of dramatism "you're being annoying now."
"If I'm so annoying, why don't you go talk to Harrington?" I tried to hide my pain with a scornful visage.
For better or for worse, she was having none of it.
"Fuck you!" She sped up the pace, walking backwards in order to face me. "I almost got beaten up, saw a person die," she enumerated with her fingers, attracting the attention of the remaining three people with us, "had to run for my life— have you seen me run, Eddie?" She scoffed. "Got dragged into a DIFFERENT." Clap "FUCKING." Clap "DIMENSION!" Clap. "through the dirtiest lake and nearly DIED! so EXCUSE ME if I decide to skip this bullshit argument you're trying to drag me into." She shook her head in disappointment, turning her heel. "Hey Robin, Nance! hold up!"
Could this be any worse?
"Trouble in paradise?" I felt a wave of shame washing over me at Steve's cautious tone.
"Huh?"
"You and Y/n."
"What about me and Y/n?"
Steve quirked an eyebrow at my pretended nonchalant demeanor. "Listen man," he briefly motioned at Y/n, walking crestfallen between the two girls.
From that perspective, we could see the gashes on her back from those weird bats.
"You know where she should be?" I could only deny with my head, spinning my rings. "Italy."
Holy shit.
My brain would never understand how school could make English such a boring subject. I knew I'd be good at it otherwise, but it was so. Fucking. Boring.
"Eddie, focus." Y/n's whisper, appropriately loud for the library, did little to snap me out of my lethargy. It did remind me, though, that I was not alone in the calvary that turned out to be an English study session.
"I'd kill to travel the world." My whine made Y/n stared at me dumbfounded. "What's your dream destination?"
"... What?" The girl was not quite used to my random changes of topic, yet, she never told me off for distracting her and myself.
"Dream destination." I repeated with an excited smile. "Which place you'd sell your soul to visit?"
"Hmmm" she mused, gnawing the cap of her pen. "Probably Italy, but I doubt I'll ever have enough money to go."
"But your place popped up in the news, and bam! Henderson calls me." Steve pretended to pick up an imaginary phone, imitating Dustin's voice. "'A college girl named Y/n's asking about Eddie. What do I do?' and I thought, damn." He stopped me by placing the back of his hand in front of me. "She gave that up to help you."
"Well, now I just feel even shittier." I mumbled, distractedly kicking a rock. "Not only do I get you guys in trouble, I also screw up her dream trip." I stole a glance at Y/n through my lashes, only to find her already peeking at me. "She's gonna hate me forever."
"I think you're way off on that one, man." I silently questioned the boy walking besides me. "You're pretty much the only person she talks about. She was so pissed about being out of Hawkins during the summer." There was a moment of silence before Steve spoke the his last sentence related to the topic. "I don't know were or how you two left things off. I don't know if you ever dated or anything but..."
"Not really."
I shut my eyes, leaning back against the ugly paperwall covering Nicole's home. I hadn't been invited to a ton of big houses, but it just took a couple to realize that rich people had the most horrendous paperwalls.
The music was so loud that we could hear it even from the third floor —supposedly off limits—which wouldn't be all that annoying any other time, but now it was muffling Y/n's laugh.
"Ughhhh."
"What's wrong?" I could hear her smile every without opening my eyes and turning my head to her frame.
"Music's too loud."
"Too loud?" I peeked at her through my opened eyelid. She was leaning forward, her hands on her back, planted on the wall, much like her foot. Her gaze was focused on me, sporting a disbelieving half smile. "You're a disgrace to metalheads."
I took my hands to my heart with a pained look constricting my gaze. "Ouch! You're a mean," I shook my head, "mean," slowly shifting to face her, my shoulder never leaving the wall. "mean woman, Y/l/n."
"You hurt my feelings, Munson." She joked, mimicking my moves in order to meet my eyes. We stayed like that for an instant before Y/n detached herself from her resting place, taking my hand in hers. "Let's go for a walk."
"And leave your graduation party?"
She shrugged, careless, "honestly," Y/n took a step closer, her fingertips traveling up to tuck behind my ear a couple of rebel locks. "I'm over high school parties."
"Look at you, being all mature and shit." She scoffed, averting her gaze. "I should be graduating with you."
"Next year, you'll see." Her hand gave me a reassuring squeeze.
"Hey." I swung our hands, snapping her attention back to me. "Don't forget about me once you go to college, okay?"
"Pfffttt." She increased the swinging in response, staring into my soul with her mesmerizing eyes. "How could anyone forget about you? In any case," without letting go of my hand, she crouched to grab her red cup from the floor. "you don't forget about me."
"Dunno," I looked up, pretending to ponder my words. "you're pretty forgettable." Her palm came in contact with my chest, pushing me back playfully and leaving me praying to whatever was out there that she hadn't noticed how hard my heart was pounding due to our proximity.
"Y'know what?" She returned her drink to the floor. "If you want," Y/n took a firm hold of my leather jacket's flaps "I can give you something to remember me." I gulped, my mildly intoxicated body not opposing to her hold as she dragged me to the further corner from the stairs that led to the actual party. "Just if you want." She whispered, coming to a stop once she dimmed we had enough privacy.
"Are you going to, like, kiss me? 'cause" I managed to sputter with a nervous laughter, not quite understanding how my legs hadn't given out yet. "I-I might pass out if you do."
"In that case, I won't." She tsked her tongue, letting go of my jacket with pursed lips. "Can't have you hitting your head or something."
The girl took a step back with a devilish smirk; I barely registered my following movements, only catching the amusement crossing her face before our lips met in a drunk, lazy kiss.
"Consider giving it a shot, then." Steve genuinely suggested, giving me a pat on the back before jogging to reach the girls.
Before I even registered it, we were at the Wheeler's house, waiting for Nancy to find a proper way to communicate with Dustin. As I was scanning the place, I didn't realize Y/n had approached me, by Robin's request.
"That was really cool." Her voice was soft and low, but still managed to make me jolt away from the curtains. "Sorry— the Morse code thing, I mean."
"About damn time I made myself useful." I tried to laugh my own self deprecating comment off; unfortunately, it put up a frown on Y/n's face. Clearing my throat, I attempted to redirect our interaction, vaguely motioning at her form. "You should, uh... Check your back."
Her eyes squinted in confusion, endearment tugging up the corner of her lips. "A bit difficult, isn't it?"
"I'll check it for you. Let's—" I looked over her shoulder, mildly raising my voice. "Hey, Wheeler! Can we borrow your room for a moment?"
The younger senior gave me a side eye, but nodded nonetheless. I cued Y/n to head to Nancy's room with a light bow, which she did, thanking the brunette on her way out.
Once we found ourselves out of sight and nosey ears, the girl before me cleared her throat. "Are you actually gonna check it out?" She removed the plushie from the mattress and plopped down on top of it. "Or was it an excuse to talk privately about whatever's going on with you?"
"Both?" I shut the room's door behind me wandering around to find any piece of fabric mildly clean. "We didn't really have time to check yo— woah!"
"What?" Y/n shrugged at my shaken reaction, her shirt hanging loosely on her arms as if she had just pulled it over her head, which she probably did. "You wanna check it or not?"
If I hadn't known any better, I would have said her cheeks had acquired a dark shade of pink.
"I— no, yeah— yeah." After somehow managing to prevent my eyes from roaming her upper body, I circled the bed, reluctantly reaching for the bandana tucked in my back pocket. "It's... Not so bad." I declared, kneeling on the mattress right behind her.
"Duh," she puffed. "I didn't even notice."
"Yeah, 'cause you were fucking unconscious."
"Touché."
"Dumbass." I muttered under my breath, ever so carefully scrubbing the dry blood from around the gashes with the patterned kerchief. "I thought you were, y'know," glancing over her shoulder, she raised her brows expectant. "Dead."
"I would be," she confessed, turning back around with a wince due to an incautious swipe of the bandana over her wound. "Had it not been for you."
"For them." I corrected. "I could've jumped earlier, and I didn't."
"To be fair," Y/n tilted her head to the side in a thoughtful manner. "You didn't have a solid reason to jump."
"You're a very solid reason to jump into— actually, you're a very solid reason to do anything." I felt my heart miss a beat at my own quiet words while I waited timorous for Y/n's reply.
"Am I?" Her tone was unsure and gloomy. "I've been feeling very shitty lately. Can't remember the last time I did something right." She threw a leg over the bed in order to make eye contact with me, the bottom part of her face hidden behind her arm, resting atop her bent knee. "Specially when it comes to you."
Finding myself at a loss of words, I could only, put down the bandana and avert my gaze from hers.
"Truth is, I've been avoiding you since my graduation 'cause I'm— well— stupid." She let out a rueful laugh. Y/n most likely noticed I was about to reassure her; not a single word had come out of my mouth when she stopped me. "Eddie, don't. I may be a coward, but I'm not gonna make up a crappy excuse for giving you the cold shoulder after..."
Silence.
"Harrington said you'd be in Italy right now." My irises raised to hers, examining her every move at my statement.
"He gotta button his lip." She pinched her nose.
"Why didn't you leave?"
"Because I love you." The statement knocked any sign of jealousy out of me, leaving me in a state of absolute panic instead; in fact, my head was buzzing so loud that I didn't even realize Y/n seemed to be going through the same emotions, pink once more staining her face. "Y'know, like, you're my— my friend, and you were in danger."
Her friend.
Why did that hurt?
"Do you like Steve?" The question escaped my mind, but Y/n wasn't shocked by it; on the contrary, I could see the gears of her head turning until they clicked.
"Is that what all of this is about?" She put her shirt back on with a wince. "You're being a pain in the ass because you're jealous of Steve?"
"I'm not jealous." She gave me the look, making me groan out of frustration, shooting up from the bed in a sudden movement that startled both of us. "Can you blame me? Really? You two are all over each other, and he's cool, and rich, and brave, and apparently a fucking good dude?!" I took my hands to the back of my head, trying in vain to keep my emotions at bay as I paced the room. "And you know what? He WOULD'VE jumped into that musty lake after you!" Y/n raised to her feet, circling the bed with her mouth open. "I'm not a interdimensional hero!"
"Eddie—"
"Actually, I'm the furthest thing from that— from him!" My monologue faltered at the gentle wrapping of Y/n's hand around my wrist, her eyes staring at me with sympathy. "S-So cut me some slack for getting... a bit jealous of Steve fucking Harrington being as close to you as I used to be."
A series of rushed knocks on the door brought us back to reality— more like to this alternate reality.
"C'mon lovebirds," Robin pushed the door open, Steve and Nancy peeking over the blonde's shoulder. "We gotta bike to Eddie's trailer."
"What—"
"We'll fill you in on the way, c'mon!"
I cursed under my breath; at that point, I had decided to just do as they told me and not question it. Y/n had come to the same conclusion, so out we went, trailing after the three people.
"Wait," I stopped Y/n, who walked before me, and, after taking off my leather jacket, I draped it over her shoulders for her to slip her arms into it. "So you don't get cold."
She muttered a quick 'thanks' that sentenced the conversation to an abrupt end; just as I attempted to walk past her, though, her hand attached to my now bare forearm. "Eddie?"
"What is it?"
"I like Steve, just not like... that." She made sure I understood, putting an exaggerated emphasis on the last word. "My type's not really interdimensional hero. It's more like, uh..." she squinted her eyes, suppressing a smile. "Misunderstood nerd mistakenly framed for murder."
It was my turn to blush, mouth in agape. All this months thinking that one kiss was a product of careless flirting and cheap beer, when, hopefully, it was something more.
"So please drop the attitude, alright?" She added, leaping to plant a quick kiss on my cheek, right by the corner of my mouth. "C'mon, lover boy."
As ridiculous as it might sound, in the horrible situation we five had found ourselves into, Y/n's lips brushing my cheek was all I needed to feel reassured, and her fingers intertwined with mines, all I needed to feel safe.
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bloodsoakedtooth · 1 year
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I hate to give you get another request but perhaps eddie x a male reader that is like punk and stuff, can be romantic or platonic just this is enrichment to me
Send in as many requests as you want, i love writting them!
Eddie Munson x Punk Reader
Warning: pretty much pure fluff <3 masc reader but you could probably read it as gn if you wanted to. Little hint of plus size reader because i love fat people
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He knows who you are, before you even speak to him. You stick out like a sore thumb in a town like hawkins
Eddie had a crush on you for sooo long
Like before he even spoke to you
He just thinks you look SO cool
He's always looking at your jackets and pants trying to see if you've added anything new
When you're eventually friends or dating he asks you to sew stuff on to his vests and jackets because he hates sewing and he sucks at it <3
In return he'll spike stuff for you because he knows you hate it (honestly who doesn't?)
He LOVES finding out about new bands. His collection of tapes and stuff is mostly just metal, so it's nice to get a little variety in there
If you have a dnd patch he might just propose on the spot
He also LOVES how intimidating you are
(In my expereince people seem to be intimated when you dress punk regardless of your height or body type)
You're like his little guard dog <333 (insert the "if you want a dog i can bark" meme here)
Thanking about wearing each others jackets.
Omg if you have patch pants he's gonna want to wear them. He doesn't care if you're 3 sizes bigger, that's what belts are for
You're kinda of a power couple tbh. Especially to the kids
They just admire you and think you're so cool
Omg Eddie would LOVE punk shows, please take him to one
You probably teach him a lot, honestly
It's not like he's a raging conservative but he has a lot to learn
Do you wear makeup? Style your hair? Paint your clothes? Eddie wants to know aboit all of it
Yes please explain to him the proper way to make your hair look like a rat's nest he is fascinated
But yea he loves when people look like they could kill him <33
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jujuisjesus · 2 years
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he was in the trailer for about 5 seconds but idc I already know he’s mine
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marvins-linguinie · 1 year
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robin: just tell steve! im sure he likes you back!
eddie: no.. he doesn't.
robin: you don't know that.
eddie: but i do, buckley! i've been through this before, and it always ends the same way. i tell him, and he'll give me that... that look. then he won't talk to me. he'll avoid me for as long as i exist.
robin: he won't-
eddie: i know, you rejected him and came out to him, but it's.. it's different.
robin: i know it's different. i was the one rejecting him. it was scary though. i was telling this guy i knew for a few days that im into girls. i understand what you're going through, eddie.
eddie: he's in love with nancy. he has been, and always will be. if i tell him, steve will just see me as an obstacle towards winning back nancy.
robin: well, your speech about how he should win her back didn't help either of us.
eddie: i was putting things into perspective. he loves her. i just needed a reminder that i had no chance and that i needed to stop trying.
robin: he won't love her forever. they aren't good for each other. and i think he knows that.
eddie: but, what if he does love her forever?
robin: then you give up. you find someone else. and that may seem impossible, but there are billions of people on this planet. im sure one of them need an eddie in their life.
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jack-the-fool · 2 years
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Mike Wheeler 🤝 Steve Harrington
Having their official bisexual crisis upon meeting Eddie Munson and then retroactively realized they had a crush on their childhood best friend.
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munsonson · 1 year
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reader who zones out fairly easily in class and eddie who doesnt want them to fall behind so he takes notes for them. he ends up passing the class and comes to find out reader would do it on purpose just to get him to study.
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lustrousgh0st · 2 years
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So it’s cannon Eddie has handcuffs in his room, condoms on his bedside table and “stains” on his bed???
Eddie munson fucks, no debate
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chaotictomtom · 8 months
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eddie but it's that queen II album cover. i just know he'll be singing at the top of his lungs the im lord of all darkness im queen of the night part of the march of the black queen
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nightmareentertainment · 11 months
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Eddie overrated Argyle underrated argue w the wall /hj
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magnoliabutters · 9 months
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• STAY A WHILE •
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pairing: kas!vamp eddie munson x (she/her) reader
summary: an unexpected guest tends to put a kink into things…
warning: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; canon divergence, enemies to lovers trope, season 4 spoilers; first half is straight up porn, previous series parts mentioned, internal dialogue, hardcore vamp shower sex, blood, gore, y/n count: 2, fluffy fluff, trauma responses & bonding, physical fighting, (unprotected) p in v, grief, violence, etc.
word count: ~8.6k
reblogs & thoughtsies are so appreciated pweaze 👹
• stories of eddie munson • season two • previous part •
note: this is for you, anonymous ♥️✨some influence from true blood & other vamp media, i ain’t gonna lie! also here are some smut resources I used to up my game; instead of & this spencer reid edit (so fahking hot).
thank you to @nackrosor for taking the time to beta read this part! you and your thoughts are so so appreciated and you truly helped make this part 10x better. ii think we make a great duo and i am very thankful. my loves, please check her out - her stories and, particularly, her smut is to die for...
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Ten minutes. Ten minutes have passed. Ten minutes have passed and the water remains heated. You find it baffling. A shower surprisingly still warm to the touch. It feels good, better than you had imagined. Just like how his arms are still wrapped so tightly around you. Tightening with every second that passes. It feels good, better than you had imagined.
Ten minutes have passed and his arms are still hot to the touch. He hasn’t moved his forehead from your shoulder. His breath still a light breeze against your back. Your cheek rests upon his temple, digging deeper into the comforting embrace. His hair smells of honey. It’s soft, softer than you remember.
“Kas,” you coo. Kas’ head immediately perks up, but his arms continue to grip around you. “Why does your hair smell like honey?” you ask with all sincerity. He smiles as he returns to his rest. You can hear the soft laughter before a slow inhale. “You know, I’m not really sure.” He finds the topic random, but enjoyable. He wouldn't expect anything different from you. He would do anything, any thing to help you feel better.
You look over your shoulder, pinning your chin against your muscle. He pulls away naturally. Your eyes rake over that gentle face, pausing at each feature - taking him in. “Did you find a conditioner out there or something?” you ask but a laugh interrupts you. An unspoken understanding of how odd the conversation topic is and yet, it’s better than talking about your new-found reality.
Kas huffs, truly thinking about the concept. “No,” he shakes his head. “I was more focused on food than my hair to be honest.” You gasp, making him jump. He chuckles at his startled reaction. “How could anything come before your hair?” you inquire. His smile matches yours as he places a kiss upon your shoulder blade. Your eyes close as his lips press gently onto your skin. You soak in the sensation as though it may be your last.
“Okay, maybe I found some gel somewhere,” he admits with a tilt of his head. His front teeth biting into his lower lip. You turn your head back to the faucets, leaning further back into his chest. “For the bandana, right?” you mutter. “Yeah, for the bandana.” He adjusts his hands, but pulls you in closer as you rest between his legs. The water now rushes against your stomach.
Kas tucks his chin into the nape of your neck. He places a peck on your skin before nuzzling in some more. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks hesitantly. You let the words float, contemplating a response. You note how your chest feels more open, that you can actually breathe. Your head feels centered and balanced, no longer light.
You could talk about it, if you wanted to. And yet, “Talk about what?” He lets out a breathy laugh as he hugs you tighter. Each squeeze gives you an ounce of your life back, an ounce of control. “Nothing, darlin’,” he says with another light kiss. You center your breathing, taking a deep exhale as you lean further into his embrace.
You stop - you feel something. It's not physical. It's not sweet. Your eyes closed and your heart opened, enough where you were startled awake again. You find comfort in him, in his hold. This time, fully aware, that these arms are not Eddie's. This chest is not his, nor these kisses. What you are loving, appreciating in this moment - these are Kas' actions. Kas is opening your heart...
“Should we-we should probably stand,” you suggest. Your hands reach the lipping of the tub. You push up as his arms fall to his side without retaliation. Kas follows behind with eyes to the shower’s floor. “Well, I’ll leave you to it,” he mumbles as he steps out. His soaked black jeans limit his movements almost comically.
You reach for his wrist, wrapping your fingers around it. The action not tethered to your conscious, but here you are having to explain it. His eyes land on your grip and then trace up your arm and to your face. “You can stay,” you whisper. His eyes slightly light up as he takes in a breath. “I-I need help getting my back,” you quickly lie. A smile pulls to his right side as he nods. “Of course.”
Kas leans onto his other leg, still being drenched by the water, but you quickly stop him. “Those must hurt. You should take them off,” you suggest. Your eyes lift to his. Innocence fills them, and that same innocence he sees. He likes this side of you. He nods before taking off his jeans and boxers. You could see where the denim had irritated his iridescent skin. With a deep breath, you quickly raise your eyes. "A-and your bandana too."
Something changed between you both. Why fight it?
Kas stands before you, completely bare as you are for him. Your eyes travel from his lips, to the nervous swallow of his adam’s apple, to his collar bone. Your body craves his skin, craves a bite and a kiss against those bones. You revel over Eddie’s tattoos. The spider that you aimed for any time you fell asleep on his chest. The light brown happy trail that leads to his finely groomed bush. Your heart races at the sight of his cock. You try not to let your emotions show, but you take in a sharp breath through your nostrils.
You missed his body. You have missed it every second since that night.
As you finally make your way back up to his eyes, you realize he has been watching you the entire time. A smile thick upon his face. Despite your blush, you grab hold of the soap and lather your hands. "You coming?" He softly chuckles as he takes a step into the tub. He faces you, awaiting your love. “Turn,” you instruct while guiding his body to turn around. You were not yet ready for any head on act.
Kas watches you through the corner of his eye while you massage his back. You recognize the little beauty marks you like to trace here and there. There was always one to mirror the other. A pair of beauty marks on his left shoulder blade. One at his mid-back, a mark on either side of his spine. But your hands stop at the rough surface of his lower back. The scars you do not remember. The scars that are not his. They are Kas’ scars.
Despite its healing, the wound remains pink with ripples of dark red. It rips around his waist and to his stomach. You have seen it, this huge break in his skin, but you haven’t been able to study it. To really see the pain that caused and followed the injury. You are careful to touch it, careful not to hurt him. He has been through so much.
You lower your hands onto his butt cheeks without hesitation. Kas lets out a sheepish giggle as he steps forward, as though he didn’t expect it. His reaction catches you off guard, leaving you with confusion and a chuckle. “You ticklish?” you ask as you grip against his cheeks again. He yelps as he presses his palms upon the tiled wall. You laugh alongside him. Did you find his weakness? His ass? “I just didn’t see that coming,” he murmurs out of breath. “I’ll move on I guess,” you lead as you tauntingly giggle. You crouch as your hands fall to his thighs and down to his calves. He drops a harsh breath as his finger taps against his outer thigh.
As you raise, your hand trails up his soft body. Your fingers light upon his skin as you trace them up to the crook of his neck. You step aside to allow the hot water to splash against his pinking back. Your hand still travels his body, slowly making its way to his devilish jawline. A fingertip lands at his chin, guiding his face back towards you. The smile has now disappeared. He peers down at you with a flat lip. His eyes scream for your attention, but you are stuck glaring down on his cock standing straight as ever. “So predictable,” you murmur as you step forward. His dick now resting at your hip as your finger brushes a curled lock behind his ear.
Your eyes return to his, expecting his sex gaze that usually ends with a leaned in kiss, but you are left surprised. His brows are perplexed as he places space between you two. No sex in his eyes. He looks at you as though he was finally able to see you, to examine you just as you had with him. His finger brushes against your right ribs which rips a wince from your lips. You turn down to see a purple, yellow bruise beneath your breast thickly spread across your side. His eyes turn to the side of your face.
His finger guides your chin to the right as he observes the harsh red line wrapping your neck. It is almost as though his attention pulled your own. The unfortunate act that now has you feeling every ounce of pain within your body. With a shift of your weight, you can feel all your joints screaming and on fire.
“I’m sorry he hurt you,” Kas mutters as he reaches for the soap. He rubs it across your chest, desperate not to make eye contact with you. His eyes are down like those of a child who’s done wrong. He lathers the soap across your skin gently. He pays special attention to the beaten parts of you. However, you could barely notice his level of care. Your gaze had deadened, blurred to all hell, once reminded of your injuries. Somehow, you find comfort in knowing that your pain matches his. That you two are tethered together. Your bodies telling the story of your combined tragedy.
He breaks your train of thought with five simple words. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he says flatly. His touch still delicate on your body. This time you purposefully seek out his eyes, ducking down to find them. Once met and he could not longer hide, you can see the tears welling within them. You can stare into his brown, red flaked eyes without worry. Your hand instinctually floats to his cheek. Your thumb caresses him and he leans deeper into your palm. The silence feels comfortable, natural, enjoyable between you two, as though you have done this for years.
You lean into him with eyes closed. He watches you like a deer in headlights. Your lips lightly land upon his, a soft kiss that causes electricity to fire throughout both your bodies. The sweetness distinct as you open your mouth and take his tongue in. Its strong force thick upon yours. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and closer into you. He crashes even harder against you. His hands gripping onto your hips before wrapping around your mid back.
Kas pins you on the cool tiled wall. Your fingers dig into his back. He quickly tucks his hand beneath your thigh, hiking your foot up and onto the tub’s ledge. His moans reverberate upon your lips and you pull him deeper and deeper. Your fingernails digging into his skin. Both of your breaths hot, fast, and harsh.
“Kas,” you whimper as his kisses travel down your chin and onto your neck. Your hips rut against his throbbing cock. He moans above your skin as he grinds opposing your force. The water rushes between you two with such pleasure. Your hand reaches for him, tightening your fingers around his girth. A thumb brushing across the threshold of his tip. You bite into his bottom lip as he breathes heavily against you. He pulls back into a smile, ripping away and leaving blood in both your mouths.
You rush your movements, taking the sight of him in. Those furrowing brows. Those fluttering eyelids. That hanging mouth and rising chin as he feels every bit of bliss from your touch. You swear this breathing halts. He struggles to speak, inevitably licking his lips and forgetting his words. God, how you enjoyed turning this strong man into a puddle! His forehead presses against yours.
Kas' forehead presses against yours lazily. “Fuck, y/n,” he exasperates. You hastily pull away, almost throwing yourself against the wall. He stares back at you with widening eyes. His hands falling from your body just to raise slowly, in case he did something he shouldn't have. But he didn't do anything, it's the name. Your name that has suddenly become unfamiliar. A name to reference a life lived and a life lost. The name of a girl who only knew innocence and barely met love. A girl who died when her soulmate passed away saving the town and avenging the death of a friend.
A girl who no longer exists.
“Just-,” you start, unclear of where the sentence may end. “D-don’t call me that. Not anymore.” His head tilts as he attempts to place a comforting hand at your side, but you push his arm aside, refusing his coddling. His eyes fall again, taking a deep swallow as they do. “What should I call you?” he asks in a whisper.
Your brows pull, tight and furrowed. The question is perplexing. You have just realized that you no longer identify with yourself and now, what? You have to come up with a name? You shake your head, hoping to erase the memories like an etch-n-sketch. “Just keep calling me ‘darlin,’” you whisper. "You're good at that."
Kas hesitantly raises his hand to your cheek. At first, you dodge him with a quivering lip, but he decides to press forward, landing his palm upon your cheek. “Yes, darlin’,” he murmurs as he meets your gaze. He understood what was happening without another word needing to be said. You nod along exhaustingly. Your hand meeting his hip and trailing up towards his neck.
You pull him roughly against your mouth, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. His tongue adamantly slides past your lips as your nails dig into him once again. His hand presses against your hip, pushing you harshly against the wall. You could feel his body tensing atop you. You cannot think of a better place to be.
Both bodies move with grace. Kas lifts you with strong hands at your ass while your leg curls behind his. His cock at your entrance as he slowly lowers your waist onto him. His breath on your face as you mewl from the euphoric sensation. He thrusts firmly, causing gasps to drop from your lips. His girth reaches all your crooks and crannies. He fills you up and you are dying for more.
Your back slides up and down against the wall. Your wet hair snarls together. He buries himself in you. Deep, dark thrusts that make you want to scream with pleasure. He heaves against you, struggling to sustain the kisses on your neck as your tightening walls pull his attention. His hot breath upon your skin leaves you aching, aching for something more. Something you don’t yet know.
“God, fuck,” Kas grumbles against you. His ruts become harder and harder. "You feel so g-good." Your nails dig deeper, ripping up his back without care. Eyes beginning to roll as he quickens. Moans fall from your lips as you press the crown of your head upon the wall. Your neck extends as you do.
A seething breath rips from Kas, halting his movement. He still holds you close against him, tightly wound as he’s stiff within you. “I-I,” he whispers as he pulls from your neck. His eyes turn up to the ceiling as he lets out a shaking exhale. You study him. How his mouth hangs open. How his body stills, tenses, and pulls away.
“No,” you plead as you bring him closer. He keeps his head away, trying so hard to keep his eyes up despite your strong pull. You loosen your grip at his efforts. “Help me understand,” you whisper. “I just need a second,” he answers quickly, finally closing his eyes. He takes another chilling and shaken breath. “It’s hard not to,” he mumbles. “Not to what?” Your eyes seek for the answer.
Kas slowly opens his eyes and leads his gaze towards your neck. He takes a deep breath before shutting his eyes and kissing the exposed, sensitive skin. You understood as soon as you felt his touch. He wants it. He wants you, but not in a way that anyone has wanted you before. “Do it,” you whisper, tilting your head to the right. Not a second thought runs through your mind. He raises from your neck, proud of himself before reacting to your words with worry.
“Come on,” you urge softly. He shakes his head with a stiff lip. Why is he making this harder on you? On him? With a huff, you pull him closer once more. Your hips simultaneously grinding upon him. The friction explodes between you two. You both moan into each other's mouths, dying from absolute pleasure. His eyes shutting tight before roughly opening back to yours. "Tell me what you want," he says sternly. "I want a reason to give it to you so badly."
A gasp escapes you in response to his abrupt demand. It forces you to finally acknowledge the burning desire to be consumed by him in a way that truthfully scares you to your core. “Bite me, Kas.” He stares into you, almost into your soul, to determine whether or not you are serious. And without a second passing, he pulls your hips harshly upon himself. He sends rough and quick thrusts, burying himself within, that roll your eyes to the back of your head.
As soon as your eyelids close, Kas sinks his sharpened teeth into your neck. You let out a gasp filled moan. The pain excruciating but it quickly subsides. You can feel the dense, warm liquid trailing down your chest. He rams harder and harder with each bite. His mouth and tongue delightful against your sensitive skin.
You could not imagine his touch feeling any better and yet the added light headed sensation pushes you closer and closer to exploding and reaching the high you desperately crave. “Oh god,” you choke out as your fingers rake through his hair. Your bodies bounce off of one another. A devilish and wet smacking echoing within the room. The now cold water feeling refreshing.
He pulls up for air, inhaling deeply, as he lays his love drunk eyes upon you. Blood drips from the sides of his mouth and the tip of his nose. It's crimson flows in tandem with the water and spirals its way down the drain. Naturally, you attempt to turn around, trying to offer what you consider is the best of yourself. “No.” He stops you with gentle hands at your waist. “I want to see you. All of you.”
Innocently, Kas brings a thumb to his fang, pricking it ever so lightly. He offers it to you while sustaining slow, powerful ruts that make your knees buckle. You open your mouth without delay. He places the finger at the curl of your tongue. You wrap your lips around him as you suck in his intoxicating blood.
With a hiss, he murmurs, “Take it like a good girl.” He slams his hips against you, and you swear you will have more bruises by the end of this shower. The euphoric feeling drops your head in the clouds, desperate for its never ending status but sadly, your body can only take so much. “Fuck,” you purr. “I’m gonna…”
“Wait, darlin’,” Kas hushes. “Almost - I’m almost…” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust and …. You feel his body tense against you. Incoherent words mumbling out as he curls into you, his head on your neck yet again, but “darlin’” comes out clear as day. You love the idea of his seed within you. The pulsing feeling pushes you to reach your high right alongside him, dissolving into pleasure. It sends shockwaves throughout your body, making you weak as you cling onto him with sinful screams.
Pornographic sounds leave both your lips as you collapse into each other. Both bodies slide down until they fall onto the tub floor. They land where they began, holding each other underneath the streaming water. Heaving breaths escape you both as you lean onto one another for support.
Five minutes. Five minutes have passed. Five minutes have passed and you rest against his chest, lying between his thighs as the water crashes upon you both. At one point, he had placed his still bleeding thumb against your bite marks. They have since healed. The water washing away the evidence. It washes away the transgression.
“Darlin’,” Kas whispers just before kissing your forehead. “I know, we should probably get up,” you mutter. You rest your weight on your hand as you raise from his hold. He watches you with adoration in his eyes. If his pupils could switch shapes, they would be pure hearts. You would be lying if you didn’t think the same of yourself. Something changed here in this shower. What if things go back to normal once you leave?
Kas stands beside you. He places gentle hands at your hips, guiding you up and ensuring you’ve gained your balance. He steps out of the shower, breaking the seal before you could stop him. You watch him with eyes of wonder, waiting for him to revert to the asshole he was.
But he extends his hand to you. You take it curiously. He grabs hold of a hanging towel and wraps it around your shivering body. He rubs his hands up your back, trying to keep you warm. “Thank you,” you say. He smiles as he reaches for the other towel. He wraps it around his waist and quickly returns his hands to your back, rubbing as he does.
“I’m feeling like a nap,” Kas grumbles as he guides you out of the bathroom. You hum in excitement at the idea of sleep. You forgot how much you needed it. The reminder hits you like an 18 wheeler.
Entering the bedroom, you’re reminded of the disastrous sight before you. “I don’t think I can sleep in Reefer Rick’s sheets,” you shudder at the thought. “Hold on,” he says as he determinedly walks to the bed. He rips off the cheetah print and the stained checkered duvet. He drops them onto the ground and begins to dig into the dressers.
“Ahah,” he exclaims as he shakes a roll of burgundy sheets your way. “You get that end?” you suggest with a laugh. He nods and shakes out the fitted sheet. You grab hold of your side, tucking it under the corners of the mattress.
Kas lands atop of the bed in celebration of clean sheets, but immediately begins to roll like a wave. “What the hell?” he mumbles with his arms spread out. You laugh as you land a hand against the bed. “It’s a water bed, Kas,” you giggle. “The fuck?” he asks, struggling to sit up like a cat stuck in water.
You lay down, grabbing the pillows and stripping their sheets. “Can you grab me the pillow covers?” you ask as you point towards the dresser. He nods as he fumbles out of the bed. You burst into laughter watching him drop onto the floor. “I’m good!” He reaches into the drawer and throws the cases your way.
As you switch them out, you peer outside the sliding door to the patio. The purpled, deep mist still thick on the water. “Do you think that fog will ever let up?” you ask as you pat his pillow down. “Let me see,” he says as he struggles to open the door. It clearly hasn’t been used in some time.
Kas walks out, carefully stepping upon the rotten wood. He takes in a deep breath as he looks out into the fog. You stifle your giggle, trying to understand what he was doing. He turns around with absolute confidence, nodding his head hastily. He closes the door and dives back onto the water bed.
You smirk, working on your own pillow case. “Well?” you ask with a chuckle. He peers up at you, his neck all twisted, as he rests on the mattress. “Darlin’, I have no idea.” You laugh alongside him. He reaches for you, guiding you beside him as he rests his head upon your chest. Your fingers naturally run through his hair, tracing little circles on his temple.
“You know, I might just be alright dying here with you in Reefer Rick’s bedroom,” Kas murmurs as he digs deeper into your embrace. “You know, I might not be cool with you dying,” you say with a bit of awe. He smiles, but remains curled against your breast. “I actually want you to stay for a while,” you mutter under your breath. Embarrassment fills your cheeks with hot red. His hand tucks underneath your hip, pulling you closer. “Always,” he replies.
You fall asleep, tight within his arms. His light snoring is music to your ears. His warmth and weight on your chest is the best weighted blanket you could ask for. Sleep with Kas is easy. You feel safe with him by your side.
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A series of crescendoing knocks echoes from downstairs.
You jump at the sound, instantly putting Kas in defensive mode. Both of you startled from your 45-minute sleep. "Did someone see us?" you ask with panic in your voice. The words come out automatically. His eyes squint with furrowing brows. He slowly shakes his head as he pushes up from the mattress. "I don't think so," he whispers as he makes his way to the dresser one again. His hands plunge into the drawer until they find a pair of black cotton shorts, something Eddie would never wear. He slugs them on before walking out the door with determination.
You rest hiding in your sheets, wondering if you should stand. A few silent seconds pass and you roll yourself off the water bed. You look into the still opened drawer. You can see where his hand brushed through all the rolled clothing, unfolding it. A large graphic tee decorated by MTV's logo catches your eye. It flows over your head and shoulders without difficulty. You have grown quite fond of oversized shirts in the last few weeks.
As you raise a pair of jeans atop your hips to see if they would fit, you hear a loud bang downstairs. Your heart drops as your palms grow sweaty. You were halfway down the staircase before you realized you were running. The noises never stopped. It sounded muffled, like items being tossed to the ground. You didn't start rushing until you heard glass crash.
The sight before you left your body frozen. Kas had someone pinned against the wall. His palms pressed heavily against the intruder's inner wrists. Glass shards are trickled throughout the carpet. The living room was quite the mess before, the only difference being the now escalating altercation in its midst.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Kas yells. He raises the intruder's arm just to slam it back against the wall. You could barely see the person beneath him, but you try your best to grab a glimpse. "I-I-I," you hear stuttering falling from the smaller individual. Your hands' grip tightens against the banister.
Kas growls aloud as he pulls against the person's arm and drops them onto the floor behind him. He slowly turns around with a stone cold face you only recognize from the night prior. His eyes red, red once again, as he yells down at the intruder. "Tell me!" He gradually lands onto a knee beside the person's waist. His tightening knuckles gripping harshly at his collar.
Your eyes drop to the, now identifiable, boy as Kas straddles him. The curly brunette hair almost matched Kas', just a shade lighter. He is smaller, much smaller in stature and overall size. He cries, begging for him to stop. You hate yourself for not rushing to his aid but you are glued to the steps. Your body does not even give you the option.
As his head fell back onto the burnt orange carpet, the boy's baseball cap drops on the floor. You find yourself entranced by it, by its color. Kas lands a hard punch against his cheek when you finally make your way onto the carpet. You feel as though you were in a trance, as though the violence before you was just a blur in the background. All you wanted was to hold that cap, to take a better look. There was something about it. Something you didn't understand. Something that drew you to it.
You bend down to reach for it. The boy raises his hands, begging Kas to stop, but another punch lands against his face. The cap's hard visor rests between your two fingers. It's bright turquoise blue eerily familiar. As you turn it your way, you read "Thinking Cap" aloud. Finally, it makes sense and the whole world returns to its high definition.
Your raising eyes land upon Dustin Henderson and his bleeding, bruised face. Kas pulls him up by his collar just to plunge his sharp fangs into his neck. "Stop!" you scream as you lunge towards Kas. Your hands press harshly against his chest, pushing him off Dustin's body. Dustin gasps as he quickly applies pressure upon his wound. He inches away, fueled by adrenaline, but is still too weak to crawl.
As he stumbles back, Kas' eyes look through you. There was no emotion. No recognition. He was purely in a kill mode and nothing will pull him out of it. He reaches for Dustin once again, but you step in his way. "Stop," you lead. Your hands slowly raising. "We can talk about this." His gaze is stuck upon the cowering body behind you. "Do you know who that is?" he asks with a chilling tone.
You are forced to remember the stories of Dustin's betrayal. You try your best to keep in mind that you may not have had a reliable source, but those stories still make you sick to your stomach. "I know," you whisper under your breath. Kas scoffs, taking a step forward. "Then there's nothing to talk about."
You place your hand upon his chest - a simple gesture that you hope he will respect. He turns to look at you, this time with a look of disgust. Those red eyes pulling him further and further from the Kas that you have come to know. "Move," he demands with a chilling, deep voice. Your eyes begin to well as fear strikes your chest. Despite stifling your sobs, you shake your head in refusal. He pulls his eyes from you, scoffing as he peers down at Dustin.
With an abrupt movement, Kas pushes you out of the way with his hand. Your body crashes harshly against the glass display, cracking it behind you. You fall to your hands and knees against the shards thick within the carpet's fabric. Your blood rushing between your fingers. A whimper escapes you as you pull out the biggest pieces, but all you can hear is Dustin's breathless pleads. "Stop, Eddie, this isn't you." His voice quivers, terrified by the bloodied, murderous sight before him.
You wince at the sound of his name, knowing it would just cause more pain. Kas winds up a kick before digging it into Dustin's ribcage. An animalistic yell falling from his lips. You can hear sobs as the boy crumbles into himself. "Please," he whispers. The words almost as painful as the microscopic shards in your palm.
Despite the glass, you pick yourself up. Harsh exhales as you push off the ground. You know this isn’t Kas. Not the man who held you in the rolling hills, and certainly not the man who you’ve come to care for. No, this is a boy who only knows pain, loneliness, and abandonment. The boy with red eyes, who only comes out when brutally faced with memories of the past.
Your body moves independently, no longer connected with your consciousness. There is no guilt or second guessing. You need to protect Dustin, not for him or Kas, but for Eddie. You do this for Eddie Munson.
Your fingers wrap around a lamp post resting on a side table beside the filthy couch. You yank it from its place, pulling out its plug recklessly. With a single swing, you crash the lamp against the base of Kas’ spine. He falls down immediately, knocked out. His face flat and smushed against the floor across from Dustin’s. You still see his chest rising and falling. You hate the relief you feel from the sight.
“Dustin,” you whisper as you fall on your knees beside him. He is hurt, badly. You rush to apply pressure against the bite. You can feel his pulse beneath your finger tips. It’s strong. It gives you hope. He grumbles as you tilt him onto his back. “Dustin,” you plead. “Talk to me.” He lets out another sob, one that shakes you to your core. He turns back onto his side, reaching out for Kas’ unconscious body. “Eddie,” he cries softly.
You are hit like a tidal wave filled with emotions. Dustin’s cries have mirrored your own. You are terrified to think of what he will soon learn. How reality will hit him - hit him harder than Kas did.
“He’s okay,” you soothe. Your worried eyes peer back at Kas. His hair thrush against his face. His arms cross upon his chest as he sleeps off the hit. “Y/n?” he asks through sobs. His eye quickly swelling, only leaving him with his right. You take a deep breath, trying to stay in the moment with him.
“Yeah,” you let out with an exhale. In this context, your name feels right. "You found him," Dustin whispers with a hint of a bloodied smile. A breathy chuckle falls between you both. "He found me," you utter. His hand weakly falls from his neck. "He always said he would..." he trails off.
You drop your eyes to your hands. The pressure isn’t enough. It wasn't enough with his hand. You needed more, more than this. You can’t split your attention. He needs help. “Dustin, I need you to keep your hand right here,” you say, grabbing his hand and placing it firmly on his neck. He struggles to remain conscious but manages to keep pressure where needed.
Quickly, you crawl over to Kas. You carefully raise his head and place it within your lap. “Kas,” you whisper as your hand taps against his cheek. Your fingers push back strands of dark locks from his face. “Kas, you gotta wake up.” Another tap and his eyelids lightly flutter. Excitement and relief pour over you as you look back at Dustin. You just might be able to save him.
His lazy eyes open and land upon your face. His chocolate irises warm your soul. A small smile appears on those delicate lips. The man you know is back. You hold your hand to his cheek, leaning down towards him with your own beaming grin. “Hey darlin’,” he whispers but winces at the sudden pain on the base of his skull. “Hi Kas,” you murmur.
Kas’ eyes light up at the sound of your voice. Slowly, you watch his memory return. A twitch of his brow and his breathing increases. He attempts to sit up but you hold him down with a hand to his chest. “Kas,” you say softly. “I need you to trust me. Can you do that?” You can feel his heart racing beneath your palm. His jaw clenches as he slowly nods.
You smile, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “Dustin,” you say but he immediately pushes against your hand. With a quick inhale, you continue, “Dustin is here. I know what he did to you,” you whisper. “But we need answers. We need to know his side of things.” The reality is that Kas only knows what Vecna told him, as far as you know, and you both have already caught the skinless fuck in a lie. You need to know exactly what happened to Eddie. You deserve to know.
Kas takes in sharp breaths through his nostrils. You try to calm him by brushing your hand through his curls. “What do you need me to do?” he asks reluctantly. He struggles to hold on to his anger when you provide him with the comfort and love he has been craving since he woke up in this hellhole. “Give him your blood, like you did for me.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he pushes up from the ground. He sits up beside you, keeping his eyes upon yours. “If he’s anything like you, he’s going to pass out for days with how much he needs,” he mutters with annoyance. “Good,” you offer. “It’ll give us some time to talk.”
He shakes his head as he finally pulls from your gaze. He bites into his wrist as though he was being asked to complete the biggest chore. He quickly grabs your palms and squeezes his hand into a fist above them. Drops fall and you whisper your gratitude while spreading the blood upon your cuts. He then crawls over to press his inner arm against Dustin’s mouth. As soon as blood touches his tongue, Dustin begins to reach for Kas. He holds his arm tight at his mouth, sucking more and more.
Kas finally rips his arm from Dustin’s grasp. His limp body falls backwards without another word said. Kas stands and walks up the stairs without looking back towards you. You rush to the boy’s side, quickly checking his neck. It had already healed over. The swollen eye slowly returns to its normal state. He finally looks like the boy you always saw seated beside Eddie at the Hellfire table.
With a smile, you reach onto the couch to retrieve a pillow and blanket. You place it under Dustin’s head and carefully tuck his body in. You are too scared to move him, but thankful he fell far from the glass. He needs rest to recover. You just wish that Kas’ blood healed mental wounds too.
You rush upstairs, wanting nothing more than to talk to Kas. You are worried, concerned. There is like a flick to him, some switch that gets triggered any time he is met with someone from Eddie’s past. When those red eyes appear, you have learned that Eddie nor Kas is present. It's a trauma response, a different personality - you don’t know. You just know that the man with red eyes is dangerous and should be avoided at all costs.
As you walk into the bedroom’s doorway, you find Kas staring out into the mist again. You stand beside him, just before the sliding door. Your arms crossed over your chest. “He’s alive,” he mutters. You nod, knowing better than to try to make eye contact with him right now. “Thank you.”
He turns to you. You immediately note the tears in his eyes. “I saved him for you,” he whispers. You give him a reassuring nod, placing your palm at his cheek. “I know, Kas. Thank you.” He leans into your palm with brows furrowed. “You know what he did to me,” he painfully whispers as his eyes fall. “He left you,” you answer, raising his face back towards you. “But why? We don’t know why.”
Kas pulls away, rushing back to his side of the bed. “Why should I care?” he yells. You follow behind him but continue to respect his space. “Because you don't know the whole story. That asshole might've spun you a bullshit tale, telling you he left you on purpose,” you start. He shakes his head, whispering “no” on repeat as he paces in the room. “What if he had to leave?" You brush a hand through your hair. You truly hope that the reasoning falls along those lines or else you might actually be an accessory to murder.
"You don't remember anything?” you ask with sincerity. “I don’t remember!” he yells as he kicks the dresser. The wood snaps and breaks into shrapnel across the floor. You gasp at the sound, covering your mouth with your hand, but slowly you lower it. His face is pained. His fingers tapping against his head as his mental state crumbles before you. It hurts to see him like this.
“Okay, okay,” you murmur. You slowly approach his pacing rhythm. Your moves are hesitant and careful, knowing that any wrong touch could trigger his upset. Only a step away and you can feel the heat resonating off of his skin. He whispers to himself as his fingers tug onto the roots of his hair.
Your hand reaches for his bicep. Slowly, desperately slow as you trail your palm up to the back of his neck. You guide his forehead to your chest as you wrap your arms around him. His hands crash around your waist as he falls into your embrace. “I don’t want to remember,” he whispers against you.
Your hand pushes through Kas’ hair, shushing him as he cries soft sobs into your chest. You take a quick breath and clear your throat, trying to gather your thoughts through these intense emotions. “You don’t have to remember, baby,” you soothe. “You don’t have to remember. It's going to be okay."
You guide his head away from you so that you can hold his gaze. His eyes red and swollen from crying. You brush his tears away with your thumb. “You are safe. Here with me," you start. "But you have to let go of that anger and think for yourself.” He pulls away from you, sniffling as he does. “You almost killed him and you don’t even know why, Kas,” you plead. He throws his hand up, scoffing. "I've killed worse for less."
You aren't sure if he intended to upset or shock you with this statement. Regardless, you have decided to no longer accept the dangerous and disastrous emotions that a skinless chicken, Vecna, has decided for Kas. If he doesn't want to remember, that's his choice but he certainly doesn't get to act based off of emotions that a psychopath thinks he should have.
You grab his hand and pull him to a sit on the mattress. You recognize how lucky you are that he’s even allowing you to touch him, but you move confident and unbothered. “I understand not wanting to remember the bad stuff, trust me,” you mutter. “And that kid… if his actions lead to him not coming home, I-I would have no issues leaving him alone with you down there, but the fact is, he mattered.” You point to the boy through the floorboards, seething with your tears. “He mattered to Eddie and that is why we need to hear his side of things.”
As soon as you say his name, Kas’ head perks up again. His face turns into that familiar disgust as his lips pull and he begins a low growl. “Oh, don't start with that shit," you spit out. "Eddie talked about that boy like he was his fucking prodigy! He mattered.” He rolls his eyes, sucking his tongue against his teeth. “Why should I care who mattered to him?” he asks with revulsion.
“You care about me, don’t you?” you yell out hastily. You are caught off guard with the amount of vulnerability you threw to the wind. You accidentally put yourself in harm’s way, leaving yourself open for an attack. In this, you recognize that Kas can hurt you. He has the ability to hurt you to your core, something you did not expect or could have wanted. You are terrified of this situation, knowing how careless he truly could be with your heart. He could simply say "no" and your whole world would crumble.
Kas’ finger makes its way to your chin, raising it to his eye line. “Of course I care about you,” he murmurs. A twitch of a smile escapes you. You push away your happiness to finish your point, dropping the smile as quickly as it appeared. “Dustin mattered. Eddie wouldn't just care like that about anyone,” you say. “The why matters to me too.”
He takes in a breath, unintentionally pulling back and placing distance between you two. He slowly nods, showing his understanding. He may not like it, but he understands. It is just like that moment, when he could have let Vecna kill you. Eddie saved you that night, not Kas, and yet you'll never know.
“What do you need me to do?” Kas asks as he reaches for your hand. You gladly intertwine your fingers and bring both hands to your chest. “Let him tell his side. No more fighting. Just talking,” you plead. Your brows raise as you beg him to accept. He nods again, still not happy about the situation. “We’ll listen, and then I'll decide what to do with him,” he mutters. He pulls back his hand and stands, making his way to the door's threshold.
You turn, calling him back to you. “Kas.” Both your eyes meet in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. He leans against the doorframe. His body still and gorgeous. God, you wish you could take a picture of this moment. A keepsake to always remember his beauty. “I care about you too. You matter to me. I need you to know that,” you state plainly.
Kas pushes off the doorframe to walk your way. His hands are tangled in your hair before you feel him crash against your lips. A kiss so passionate you feel lightheaded, as if you could see the stars through the ceiling. He pulls away at just the right moment, leaving you dying for more, whimpering for his return. His lips only inches away when he whispers, “I love you too” just before walking out of the room.
As soon as he leaves, your eyes widen to an unmeasurable size. He loves you too? Your heart stills at the thought of him loving you. A hopeful feeling that raises your chest, but also makes you forget to breathe. It is a complicated feeling, but you wouldn't trade it for the world. Although, it's nothing compared to the panic you feel when you attempt to analyze the "too" part. Does he think you were telling him that you loved him? No, you were just telling him that you cared - that he meant something to you. Fuck, what if he's right. What if there is a "too?"
You quickly stand, shaking your head. A simple "nope" falls from your lips as you steadily make your way out the bedroom. This is not the time, nor the place to analyze your feelings. You make your way down the stairs with wide opened ears. Silence. You peer around the bannister and note that Kas sits upon the couch facing Dustin's unconscious body. He stares, not a blink to be seen.
Breaking his gaze, you purposefully walk before him while on your way to the kitchen. You happily feel his eyes upon you as you open one of the cabinets. Food will probably be difficult to find, but maybe you could find something edible. You reach up on your tippy toes to see the top shelf, fully aware that your oversized shirt raises up to your waist and exposes your panties. As you land back onto your heels, you look over your shoulder to catch his adoration. He coughs and quickly turns back to Dustin. You giggle, shaking your head.
Making your way to the fridge, you finally land upon an incomplete pack of Eddie's favorite brand of beer. Despite your crouch, you drop your head and take a deep breath. Tears well in your eyes but you blink, hoping they will disappear. With a deep breath, you stop to appreciate the sight. Eddie was here. He touched these beers and he touched this very fridge. "I miss you," you whisper to yourself. "Things may look a little weird from where you are, but I'm still crazy about you, baby. I will see you again."
With a sniffle, you reach for two bottles of beer - leaving three left for Eddie to finish somehow. You stand, slowly closing the door as you take slow inhales. You walk back towards the living room with both beers hanging between your fingers. Kas' eyes light up, a smile shortly follows. You sway the bottles, dancing as you do. "Oh yeah, darlin'," he encourages with a clap and a seated dance himself.
You hand him one, crashing beside him on the couch. Almost habitual, his hand reaches for your beer. He twists off the cap just as Eddie used to and hands it back to you. You take a sip without a second thought. He kicks his feet up onto the coffee table, leaning back into the cushions. His arm wraps around your shoulders as you burrow into his chest.
As your eyes land upon the black screen of the TV, just beside Dustin's sleeping body, you hum to yourself. "Wanna see what's on?" you ask, peering up at him. Kas shrugs while taking another sip. You reach for the remote on the table and click the on button. Two men appear on the screen wearing white opened suits and brightly covered undershirts. "Oh, Miami Vice," you call out. "Have you seen it before?"
When you turn back to him, his chin is tucked within his neck. He watches the two men in disgust as he takes a swig of his beer. You laugh uncontrollably at the sight, landing a hand at his chest. "They look like douches, but they're pretty cool - fighting crime and shit," you share. "Let's watch five minutes of it and if you don't like it, we can change the channel?" He huffs, nodding at the idea. "I'll be counting down the minutes," he mutters.
And there you two sit for the next fourteen hours watching Miami Vice. Kas is completely invested in Detective Crockett and Tubb's storyline. He almost didn't want to leave to get food with you, but he managed to pull away from the TV to hide in the shadows while you were in the store and walk you back to Rick's. You decided to clean up the shards, which then turned into the entire living room, during a few commercial breaks. However around hour ten, you struggled to keep your eyes open and fell asleep on Kas' chest. It didn't help that he was running his fingers through your hair as you cuddled upon his spider tattoo.
Dustin still sleeps soundlessly upon the ground, tucked in his blanket and pillow. Kas has steadily relaxed within his presence. You have even caught a small smile when Dustin stretches out within his slumber. The world finally seems alright. You are beyond thankful for this quick break from your new reality. This is the only pure happy thing that has happened since Eddie passed. You will enjoy every second.
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