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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑

Thank you so much for all the support on this series so far and your patience; all the lovely comments and reblogs and asks are making my days and I’m so happy about every single one of them🖤 I hope you enjoy this chapter! - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Eddie Munson x female reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than you’d thought: Evil…and love. The story is told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending (I PROMISE!!!), fluff, smut, it turned into a fix it fic for ST4

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (you need to be 18+ to read this story!), angst with a happy ending, attempted assault, bullying, canon-typical violence

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 | ~1 hour

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | mentions of attempted assault, canon-typical gore & violence, blood

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑

[Wednesday, March 27th, 1986.

MIDNIGHT.]

Life’s not a game of D&D.

That’s what Wayne Munson used to tell Eddie. He’d said it when the cops had escorted a distraught sixteen-years-old Eddie back home because they’d caught him drinking a beer. He’d said it again when he’d picked up Eddie at the police station two years later because Andy Warren had snitched on Eddie’s drug dealing, and he’d said it when, a few weeks later, a letter from school had informed him that Eddie wouldn’t graduate. And the year after that, when a similar letter had found its way to the Munson trailer.

Wayne had never been one to get angry at Eddie, though.

He’d shouted at him once, when Eddie had still been a kid and he’d accidentally smashed the pane of the kitchen window with a baseball bat – but the way Eddie had flinched and shied away in response had stuck with Wayne Munson, and he’d never again raised his voice at his nephew.

It was the disappointment which stung, probably more than the words warning him not to veer off the right path even though Wayne knew, with all his heart, that Eddie would never wind up like the older Munson brother had.

It were those words, though, that came to Eddie’s mind now.

They were true.

While, as in life, D&D was an intricate pattern of choices following each other, tipping into each other like domino stones, the throw of the dice guided by the hands of luck determining the outcome as much as the player’s choice…some choices were a gamble.

You rolled the dice and hoped for the best, hoped luck would make you stronger than the monsters.

Sometimes you were lucky and landed a Crit Hit, a natural twenty defeating evil.

Sometimes, you weren’t, and the dice sealed your fate.

But Wayne had been right when it came to one crucial point.

When you died at the gaming table, there would be other games, other campaigns.

In life, there was only one campaign.

And no way to get back in once the dice had kicked you out.

[FIFTY MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT.]

Don’t try to be cute, okay? Don’t try to be heroes.

Steve’s words still rang in your mind as you watched the three figures walking away from the Forest Hills trailer park, past the Welcome sign at the side of the road that didn’t look welcoming at all covered by tar-black creepers, your friends’ backpacks stacked with makeshift-weapons.

Nancy’s curly head, Steve’s broad shoulders, and Robin, fiddling nervously with the straps of her backpack.

The plan was a simple one.

You’d split into three teams.

Team Creel House in the Rightside Up with Max as Vecna’s bait, accompanied by Erica and Lucas.

Team Demobats with Eddie, Dustin and you, waiting for the signal to lure the swarm of bats away from Vecna’s lair in the Upside Down version of Creel House and towards Eddie’s trailer to clear the path for team number three – Team Crit Hit, with Nancy, Robin and Steve, armed to the teeth and ready to land the killing blow as soon as the bats were gone and Vecna was defenseless in the trance of his making.

A perfect row of dominos, waiting for the first one to be tipped.

Something felt…weird. Off.

As if you all should have been greeted by an army of monsters upon entering the Upside Down again.

But the Upside Down was calm and still, like the surface of a lake in a tranquil night.

In the distance, your friends had reached the tree line of the woods separating the trailer park from the rest of Hawkins, leading right up to the little hill and Creel House like the crown on top of it.

And with every step they took, increasing the distance, every second that passed…that sense of doom descended upon you, nestled in your guts.

As if something horrible was going to happen.

In your mind, the branches of the naked trees in the woods were turning into skeletal hands, reaching out for your friends.

In a matter of minutes, everything in this place would try to kill them. Kill all of you.

But above all else…it would try to kill Eddie.

Eddie, your songbird, who would soon be on the roof of that trailer to draw in hundreds, thousands of the very bats which had devoured him in your nightmares sweat-soaked night after sweat-soaked night for the past four months.

Nightmares…or something else. Something way more horrible than a nightmare.

Because nightmares, no matter how cruel, ended at some point. You woke up, and the horror was over.

But what if they had never been nightmares or threats at all, but…visons? Glimpses not of what Vecna wanted to do to Eddie or what you feared most, but at the future itself?

Voices floated over to where you standing at the side of the trailer, and your fist tightened around the can of gasoline you’d been holding, its contents emptied on the dead grass in a ring around the Munson trailer, ready to be set aflame once the bats had arrived to keep them trapped and diverted.

“…looks so cool.”

“As if she was destined for another dimension.”

Eddie’s voice pierced the gloom and fear in your heart as you turned to where Dustin and Eddie were sitting on the steps leading up to the Munson trailer.

Eddie was holding his Warlock guitar in his lap, the deep, dark red of the instrument a splotch of color amidst the obscure half-dark of the Upside Down.

“You think you can teach me when we’re out of here? To play guitar?” You could practically feel Dustin vibrate with his excitement, and Eddie’s surprised smile in reply as he scanned Dustin’s face.

“Uh, yeah. Sure. I still got my first guitar. It was an acoustic one. It’ll do for a start.”

“Wait, you’re not gonna teach me with that one?”, Dustin inquired with a nod at the Warlock guitar.

There was a beat of silence as Eddie gave Dustin a playfully shocked once-over. “Hell, no. You gotta start slow. Like when you learn to ride a bike. You’re gonna start with the old acoustic guitar. It’s your metaphorical training wheels. Gotta earn this beautiful sweetheart here.”

You smiled as Eddie gently patted the polished surface of the instrument in his lap, before his gaze flitted to Dustin, who was fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie. It was obvious, even from the distance, how anxious the boy was.

“You know,” Eddie began slowly, a small smile curving his lips, “I could show a few chords, though.”

“Right now?” Dustin’s head snapped up.

“No time like the present,” Eddie shrugged, “They didn’t even RT to tell us they’re in position yet so, uh, guess we gotta pass the time some way.”

Hadn’t you known Eddie so well, you might have fallen for his lighthearted, decidedly bored tone.

But you knew him better than you knew the pages of your favorite book, better than your own heart.

And you could tell he was scared – trying hard to play it cool for Dustin’s sake, probably fighting the overpowering urge to pace around like a trapped beast.

You could see the tremor shaking Eddie’s hand when he patted the spot on the concrete step below, gesturing for Dustin to sit between his legs so he could show the boy how to hold the guitar, and your heart was overflowing with affection at the gesture.

Eddie had always taken care of others. Had given them a safe place in Hellfire when they’d been lost in the shark tank that was Hawkins High, a place where they wouldn’t be judged or scorned upon.

You didn’t know much about Eddie’s past, but you knew enough to fill in some blanks. To know that, when Eddie could have become cold and uncaring and mean just like the world treated him…he had chosen kindness. He had chosen to remain gentle instead of letting the vile words and the bullying he’d had to endure harden his heart, and he’d chosen to look after others when it would have been so much easier to just take care of himself.

You wished you could tell Eddie, who kept insisting he wasn’t a hero and would never be, how much of a hero he already was, for being himself in a world that tried to change him – and for giving others a place and the courage to be themselves as well. Hell, he’d done the very same thing for you, without you even noticing it, you realized now.

It was so easy, to let your guards down around Eddie, to be yourself. As easy as breathing. As easy as loving him.

You stayed in your spot around the trailer’s corner, not wanting to interrupt the moment between the two, and your heart swelled even more, like the sea come high tide, at the happy little smile on Dustin’s face as he sat on the step between Eddie’s legs.

Eddie would have been the most amazing big brother.

“Whoa, careful, man,” Eddie cautioned as Dustin’s arms shot up to make room for the guitar, and with the same gentleness as if it were a wounded little bird, Eddie slowly placed the guitar in Dustin’s lap.

“’Kay, you put it on your thigh, and then your left hand goes here –“ he explained as he took Dustin’s hand to place it on the guitar neck, “And the other goes here. There.”

“And now?”

There was a distorted clang of the guitar’s strings being pulled and a strangled sound ripping from Eddie that sounded as if he’d stepped on Lego while walking barefoot, and you pressed your hand in front of your mouth to catch the giggle threatening to spill and give you away as Eddie exclaimed, “Jesus Christ, Henderson, careful.”

“Sorry! Sorry. What now?”

“We start with a few simple chords. Gimme a sec.”

“Old Macdonald Had A Farm?”, Dustin proposed, giving Eddie a look over his shoulder, and even from your spot half-hidden behind the corner, you could sense the offended glance Eddie was giving Dustin.

“If you’re ever gonna propose to play Old Macdonald Had A Farm on my sweetheart,” Eddie retorted, “You gotta e-i-e-i-o yourself to another D&D club ‘cause you’ll be banished from Hellfire’s game table for the rest of your life. Goddamnit.”

Dustin giggled, before Eddie reached out to place his hands over Dustin’s still hovering over the guitar’s strings, guiding the boy’s fingers apart before placing them over the strings on the guitar neck.

“We’re gonna start with the first riff of You’ve Got Another Thing Comin, that’s an easy one. ’Kay, like that – that’s an F – and then with your right hand, you do this –“, he steered Dustin’s other hand over the strings, the first note floating into the air, “And then you switch the left one here, to B –“

A second note, and then a third one, joined the white spores floating through the air, the guitar’s soft sounds obscured and dulled by the weird atmosphere of the place, and for a few moments, you listened to Eddie’s voice, giving instructions and explaining the notes, accompanied by the soft tinkling sounds of the guitar, slowly, the same seven notes repeating before Eddie announced, “Yeah, that’s good. There, try on your own.”

“Now?”

“’course. Who’s gonna judge you, the monsters?”, Eddie snickered, but it didn’t sound mocking at all.

There was a pause before the first note warbled into the air, then the next, slow and stumbling but definitely a melody, and when the final note of the little riff floated into the air, Dustin threw Eddie a questioning, proud little grin over his shoulder.

“Dude,” Eddie grinned, giving Dustin’s head a gentle shove, “That was good!”

“I think I could learn it.”

“Sure. We’re gonna make a guitarist out of you in no time.”

“Suzie’s going to love it,” Dustin grinned, before the smile slipped a little. “Steve says girls love guys who can play instruments.”

Eddie gave Dustin a dubious glance as he took the guitar back into his own hands, fingers working to tune the instrument a final time for the big moment as his eyes narrowed.

“Are you tryna learn to play the guitar to impress a girl or because you want to learn it?”

Dustin hesitated. “Both? I mean…it doesn’t hurt, right?”

You waited for Eddie to muster one of his usual witty retorts, anything…but he didn’t.

There was a beat of silence. When Eddie spoke up again, his voice had lost its playfulness, his tone gentle but stern. “You shouldn’t do things to impress others. Ever.”

“It’s just a tiny little thing,” Dustin protested, but Eddie’s hand gently game to rest on the boy’s shoulder, the silver rings glinting in the half-light, and Dustin fell silent again.

“It’s not. It’s not just a tiny little thing, you hear me? The way you dress, the things you like, the way you’re passionate about the things you enjoy, those aren’t little things. The sum of those things makes you you. And you should be proud of them, of who you are. If you actually wanna learn to play the guitar, because you think it will be fun, I’m gonna teach you. Right away. Tomorrow, if you’re up for it,” Eddie chuckled. “But I need you to promise me something, ‘kay?”

With Eddie’s head turned to face Dustin, you could only see the back of his head, his mane of dark curls spilling from the bandana almost ink-black in the dim light of the Upside Down. But you didn’t need to see his face to know his expression was stern. There was something strange in Eddie’s voice as he gently settled a hand on Dustin’s shoulder.

As if he urged the boy to listen.

As if it was the last chance to tell him.

Dustin seemed to sense it, too. His smile slipped, his expression growing serious.

“Never change, Dustin Henderson. Not for anyone. Not ever. Promise me?”

The words were like a punch to your gut.

They sounded like goodbye.

“I…yeah,” Dustin uttered, surprised, but you didn’t get to hear the rest of the conversation.

You spun around, your hand pressed in front of your mouth to suppress the sob already lodged at the back of your throat, the blood roaring in your ears –

The crackle of static pierced the air, followed by Nancy’s urgent voice through Dustin’s walkie.

“They’re in position. You can start diverting the bats.”

“Alright,” Eddie replied, rising to his feet alongside Dustin, who was already in the process of shutting off the walkie again, and Eddie’s gaze met yours as you took a step around the corner.

Only then did you realize you were still holding the empty canister in your grip, fist tightened around the metal handle hard enough to make your knuckles go numb.

“Gimme a sec,” Eddie murmured as Dustin already started to climb the ladder to the roof, and you watched him break into a little sprint towards you.

“You ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world, monster slayer? Might dedicate it to you if you cheer loud enough for m-“ He cut himself off as he reached you, the grin slipping from his face as he took in your expression.

“What’s wrong?”, he asked gently, prying the empty canister from your hand to lace your fingers with his own.

“You were saying goodbye,” you whispered, choked already by the stupid tears that wouldn’t stop flowing. “Why are you saying goodbye?”

“No, no, no, I didn’t. I just…I dunno, I wanted Henderson to know. That’s all. It was the right moment.”

“You feel it, too,” you breathed. “You can feel that something will happen.”

“Shit, I’m scared out of my mind. But I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always come back to you, no matter what, remember?”, Eddie inquired softly, raising his free hand, the one with your green silk ribbon tied around his wrist. “You said it always found its way back to you. So will I, sweetheart. Always and forever, ‘kay? Just like you’ll always find your way back to me.”

With the softest smile, he tapped his index finger against his guitar pick dangling around your neck, before he tucked it underneath the collar of your Hellfire shirt for safekeeping.

And with his eyes on yours, he drew the zipper of your own combat vest closed a little higher.

“It’s gonna be metal. And in two months, when we graduated and we’re skinny dipping in the ocean on some Californian beach by night, we’re gonna laugh about it.”

Eddie’s hands snaked up to cup your cheeks while he leaned in, his lips capturing yours for a kiss, searing and passionate and desperate.

So very desperate, his lips moving against yours while he pressed closer, chest to chest, racing heartbeat against racing heartbeat, plunging you into sweet oblivion for a few blissful seconds as your eyes fluttered closed and your senses zoned in on the movement of Eddie’s soft lips on yours, his scent, memorizing the moment.

And once more, you wished you could freeze time right now. Freeze this moment and place it in the glittering world of a snow globe behind thick, polished glass. Keeping it safe.

You memorized it, the way it felt like whenever Eddie kissed you, like sparks and glitter and sunlight rushing through your veins. The way his breath hitched when you reciprocated the kiss, as if he were still surprised by the fact that you were kissing him back. The way his hands were warm on the sides of your face, the way his thumb grazed your racing pulse before he gently angled your head to deepen the kiss, your own fingertips brushing over the fabric of the bandana tied around his head before tangling in the soft curls at the nape of his neck to pull him closer.

The way he tasted, of Yoo-Hoo and the faintest trace of cigarettes, of himself.

It was over too soon.

Tears pricked your eyes as Eddie untangled himself from you, his umber eyes shimmering with his own panic as they found yours, holding your gaze as he gently placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“I love you. See you in a few, monster slayer,” Eddie smiled.

I love you, too, you wanted to tell him, but the words were stuck in your throat, suffocated by the tears which threatened to spill from you.

Eddie turned to race away, towards the ladder resting against the side of the Munson trailer, the strings of his guitar strapped to his back caught the dim light of the lonely street lamp flickering a few feet away, shedding its pale beam across the space.

Don’t let this have been the last kiss, you silently begged, raising your head towards the skies to combat the tears of panic, a plea at the stars, just like you’d done that November night after you’d broken his heart.

For the briefest of moments, your mind flitted back to that night in November, when you’d been with him on this very roof. When the skies above hadn’t been an endless void, but a glittering sea of stars. When you’d first seen the door with its stained-glass roses – and the Mind Flayer’s spidery silhouette looming right above Eddie. Watching him.

Vecna watching him, finding your weak spot, the one thing in the world which’s loss would thoroughly destroy you.

It was that night, you realized, that Vecna had picked him.

Keep him save.

But there were no stars in the skies arching over the Upside Down.

Only darkness.

But something else stirred awake at your unspoken plea.

Not something in the frozen world around you…but something from within your own chest, your own soul, the darkness which had been nestling there ever since Starcourt – the part of Vecna’s powers you’d stolen – like a sleepy cat raising its head, yellow eyes blinking open to see who’d roused it from its slumber.

And just like at the clearing, with Eddie’s gentle voice guiding you towards that sliver of darkness within your heart, your eyes fluttered closed.

This time, though, for the first time…there was no fear or repulsion when you thought about the darkness.

Something had changed, a few hours ago.

A knife in itself isn’t a bad thing. It can’t be good or bad, it’s just a weapon. It’s a matter of who wields it and for what cause that determines a weapon’s purpose. In those three times these powers have been activated, it has been to protect. Not once did they flare to life to attack.

Eddie’s words were still present in your mind, the truth you hadn’t seen those past few months because fear and panic had been clouding your mind.

All those months, it had been Vecna who’d sent the headaches and nosebleeds, the hallucinations and nightmares that had haunted you like a horde of demons – not darkness you’d ripped from him.

You could feel it react to your thoughts, something alive and conscious yet bound to you, part of you. It laced around your mind like tendrils of black mist, weaving around your thoughts like a cat weaving around its owner’s legs in greeting.

Like a companion.

The realization crossed your mind like the sudden flash of a shooting star cutting through the darkness of your panic.

It wanted to save Eddie, because you wanted to save Eddie.

It loved Eddie, because you loved Eddie.

And all of a sudden…you didn’t feel so alone anymore in your endeavor to protect him.

To your own surprise, you could feel a tentative smile tuck at your lips.

The high-pitched noise of the amplifiers positioned on the Munson trailer’s roof as Eddie connected them to his guitar tore you from your thoughts, and you craned your neck to get a glimpse at him as the first few notes of the guitar riff pierced the eerie silence of the Upside Down.

[MIDNIGHT.]

Eddie had believed they could do it.

That it was possible, to break the curse, set the girl he loved free from her demons and end the horrors haunting Hawkins.

That he could take you to prom, to the beach, whisk you away from small-minded little Hawkins.

But then everything had gone so horribly wrong.

Like a row of dominos collapsing on each other.

And once the first domino had toppled over…there was no way to stop the rest from falling, too, one after the other.

He’d bought you more time – in exchange for all of his own. That’s why people called it buying time, after all. It came with a price.

It was the words within the pages of his favorite story of all that came to his mind, in the end.

I would rather spend one lifetime with you than face all the ages of the world alone.

He was only sorry that this one lifetime had been such a brutally short one.

[THIRTY MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT.]

The song Eddie had chosen wasn’t soft and slow like the metal songs he’d turned into ballads when he’d played for you Saturday after Saturday to ward off your nightmares while you’d slept in his bed.

It wasn’t an unspoken confession of love he drew from the strings of his guitar right now – it was a declaration of war.

It was a battle cry.

You’d always known Eddie Munson was a force of nature when it came to the things he loved. It had always drawn you in, his unwavering, infectious joy and passion – for D&D, for music and playing the guitar, for metal and art and stories.

But as you watched him now, you realized that Eddie was made for this.

The rooftop of his trailer became his stage, his spotlight the crimson bolts of lightning slashing across the fabric of the starless skies above, illuminating his pale features, making the metal on his hands and his wrists glint.

With a euphoric smile on his lips, he threw his head back, wild dark curls flying around his handsome face and skilled fingers dancing over the strings of his guitar as he let himself get carried away by the music.

You could easily imagine him playing for a crowd of thousands.

He looked beautiful.

Ethereal.

Like a god of war having arrived to wage his wrath upon the human-turned-monster reigning over this dark mirror realm – and win.

When he began to sing, his dark voice beautifully raspy as it laced with the guitar’s tunes in the cold air, it felt like it was thrumming right along your veins.

“End of passion play, crumbling away

I’m your source of self-destruction.”

You could feel the rage against Vecna in every word, every note; the desire to hunt and kill and hurt this monstrous being which had hurt Eddie – and Max, and you, and all the other victims, destroying life after life, silencing heartbeat after heartbeat. Breaking bone after bone.

Not Eddie’s rage, but your own, you realized, his song pulsing alongside your own heartbeat.

“Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear,

Leading on your death’s construction.”

It sounded scratchy and powerful, his beautiful dark voice weaving the lyrics with the melody he drew from his guitar to form the siren’s song that would lure Vecna’s army of bats away from their master, leaving him vulnerable and defenseless for your friends’ bullets to land the killing blow.

“Taste me you will see,

More is all you need,

Dedicated to

How I’m killing you.”

It was evident why Eddie had chosen this song.

He was quite literally flipping Vecna the bird, in his very own Eddie way.

And watching your songbird caught up in his music he so loved, so passionate as his fingers danced over the strings of his beloved guitar and the lyrics spilling from his lips as Dustin took his place at the edge of the roof, binoculars raised and gaze already trained on the western skies, towards Creel House, you couldn’t help the wide, happy grin tucking at your lips at the infectious joy Eddie was radiating.

“Come crawling faster.”

Tearing your gaze away from Eddie, you squinted, following Dustin’s line of sight to the western sky in the distance, the dark thunderclouds rolling in to herald the storm to come.

And there, above the treetops of the nearby woods…were the first bats.

The ones which must have been closer – only a few, trailblazers for the swarm which would soon follow suit.

Winged death.

And a cruel one, at that.

“Obey your master.”

Over the noise of Eddie’s music, you didn’t hear the sound of the door to the trailer creaking on its rusty old hinges as it was being opened.

“Your life burns faster.”

Neither did you hear the footsteps behind you, drawing closer.

“Obey your

Master

Master.”

A hand settled on your shoulder, fingers digging into the fabric of your own combat vest as your heart dropped with shock and you whirled around.

Coming face to face with a pair of steel blue eyes, bloodshot and crazed with madness.

“Master of puppets, I’m pulling your strings.”

You opened your mouth in shock, but the shellshocked gasp was cut off as Jason’s hand shot out to wrap around your throat.

There was no chance for you to call out for Eddie, to warn him and Dustin.

“Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams.”

“Game over, slut.” Jason’s voice, low and calm like that of a preacher during his Sunday morning sermon, was barely audible over the noise of the music.

But the look in his bloodshot eyes changed, growing darker, hungrier even than before as they locked on a point behind you.

On Eddie.

Too diverted by playing bait for a swarm of monsters on the roof at top volume to notice the ones which had followed you through the gate from the other side.

“Blinded by me you can’t see a thing.”

With Jason’s hand squeezing your throat, cutting off oxygen and making the first stars dancing in your vision as panic swept over you, you closed your eyes and reached out to rouse the darkness nestled within your soul to command it, wield it like a fairy tale knight his flaming sword – but you were too slow.

Jason slammed your head against the trailer’s wall.

“Just call my name ‘cause I’ll hear you scream.”

Stars burst in your vision as the side of your face hit the wall, the pain of the impact hitting you like one of the crimson bolts of lightning above to split your skull as Jason finally let go of your throat.

“Master

Master.”

You slid down the wall, falling like a puppet with its strings cut, your muscles disobeying the desperate command to climb back to your feet while the world spun around you as if you’d been strapped to a carousel, going faster and faster and faster until the world was split into two, three images, all dancing over each other.

Three Jasons looming above you, raising their head like a creature sprung straight out of the cover of one of Eddie’s D&D books, six pairs of eyes locking on the rooftop of the trailer.

“Watch the slut,” he commanded, and in your daze, you followed his gaze to the second person standing on top of the steps to the Munson trailer, his baseball cap casting a shadow across his face, only the flash of his teeth visible as gave you a leering grin.

“My pleasure.”

Andy Warren.

With a nod Jason turned towards the ladder leaning at the trailer’s side, ready to climb towards Eddie and Dustin on the roof – before, one fist already clamped around one of the ladder’s steps, he paused.

You fought the nausea, fought for your hands to splay on the dead grass, fingers digging into the cold earth as your vision started to clear, three Jasons becoming one again while his free hand disappeared in the pocket of his letterman jacket.

“Come crawling faster.”

Help me, you pleaded at the darkness in your soul, reaching out but finding nothing but skull-splitting pain in your head, the ringing in your ears and the roar of your own blood mingling with Eddie’s song, loud enough to drown out the havoc on the ground at his feet as his own eyes and Dustin’s were locked at the distant skies, the first of the bats soaring towards you all across the treetops of the woods.

“Obey your master.”

And through the haze creeping in at the edges of your vision, more lights burst in front of your eyes as Jason pulled his hand out of his pocket again – only it wasn’t lights.

“Your life burns faster.”

It was the glint of a lightning bolt catching on the polished metal surface of whatever it was Jason was holding.

A gun.

Jason had a gun.

No. No, no –

With panic morphing into raw, unfiltered terror, the surge of adrenaline momentarily conquered the pain and the daze of the blow to your head as you crawled across the grass towards Jason, ready to climb to your feet and stop him –

“Be a good girl and stay here, little slut,” Andy drawled. The tip of his sneaker hit your side as he kicked you down into the grass again, hard enough to force the air from your lungs for a second time and plunge you into a world of pain as you felt your ribs cracking, the sensation vibrating through your body as the impact forced you on your back.

“Obey your master.”

There was no air, no strength left in you for a warning scream – but Eddie and Dustin wouldn’t have heard it, anyways. The music was too loud.

And the last thing you saw as your senses were slipping, like water running through your hands as tears of panic and despair ran down your cheeks and fell into the grass, was the glinting gun clamped in Jason’s fist as he climbed the ladder to the roof.

To Eddie.

Just as the first trailblazers of the swarm reached the trailer park.

***

There was never much going on in Eddie’s mind when he played the guitar or sang.

There was only the music, a current washing through him, stronger than the strongest weed could ever be as it infused him with the kind of ecstatic happiness that made him feel like he was flying, like the world was small and far away and the music his wings.

There were only two things that could make him as happy, as alive and awake. Making music – and being with you.

And fucking hell, he was good.

A little bit of self-hype in the face of a slow, painful death currently drawing closer in the distance on leathery wings, he figured, was okay.

It definitely was the most metal concert in the history of the world.

In this moment, Eddie felt more metal than Ozzy himself.

He’d wanted to take you to the Hideout one day so you could see him play with Corroded Coffin…but he wasn’t sure if anything could ever top this.

Most. Metal. Ever.

And in the haze of endorphins and serotonin and all the other -ins currently flooding his system as his fingers danced over the strings of his guitar, his muscles guided by reflexes more than anything else and the lyrics of the song spilling from his lips, it took a few split seconds for Eddie to notice the flash of movement in the corner of his eye.

And when he finally did, it was too late.

The song was cut off, the final note floating among the white spores dancing in the cold air as Eddie froze mid-movement, his eyes locking on the icy blue ones of Jason Carver – before they flitted down.

Coming to rest on the gun aimed right at Eddie’s face.

“Hey, freak,” Jason spat.

His fists were clutching the gun so tightly that his knuckles were white – but there was no tremor running through his hands.

He was as deadly calm as the atmosphere of this dark dimension.

“Jason,” Eddie replied quietly, fighting hard and failing miserably to banish the quiver of panic from his voice as he slowly let go of the guitar strapped around his torso to raise his hands in a gesture of surrender – in the hopes to keep Jason’s focus from straying to Dustin, who was cowering on the roof somewhere behind Eddie.

And if Jason was here, had followed through the gate –

“Where is she,” Eddie breathed, his eyes leaving the barrel of the gun to read Jason’s.

There was not a single spark of sanity left in them.

Nothing, not even the moment he’d realized Vecna had caught you in a trance, could compare to the raw terror gripping Eddie now, like a numbing, freezing, icy wave.

Not for the first of the murderous swarm of bats drawing closer with every second, not even for the gun aimed at his face, but at the thought of what Jason might have done to you, the image of that September night when he’d found you in the woods conjured up into his mind once more.

The smirk on Jason’s lips made Eddie want to throw up.

“Your little slut’s in good company. Andy’s taking care of her until I’m done with you.”

It felt as if someone had injected the icy water of Lover’s Lake straight into Eddie’s veins.

But before he could muster a reply, a high-pitched, blood-curdling shriek pierced the frozen air, making his gaze flit towards the woods, the first black dots against the backdrop of the dark skies illuminated by those eerie crimson flashes of lightning, before his eyes found Jason’s again.

“Listen,” Eddie tried, his voice trembling as hard as his hands, still raised in a gesture of surrender, “This thing that hurt Chrissy and Patrick and Fred Benson? It’s here. It lives here. And we’re here because we want to stop it. Make sure it won’t hurt anyone ever again. And right now, this thing – this, this demon – is sending its army of monsters right here so we need to get away from –“

“SHUT UP!” Jason’s roar came out of nowhere, making Eddie jump. “Don’t you dare say her name. Any of their names.”

Another high-pitched shriek echoed through the air, drawing closer and closer – but Eddie didn’t dare pull his gaze away from Jason again to check how close the bats already were.

He needed a distraction. He needed to get that fucking gun out of Jason’s hands, get Dustin and himself away from the roof and to you before the bats or Andy or whatever shit would happen next could hurt you, hurt any of them.

“DON’T MOVE!”, Jason hollered, and Eddie’s heart dropped to the floor a second time as he realized Jason had noticed Dustin somewhere behind Eddie.

“He’s telling the truth,” Dustin began quietly, his voice even. “Eddie didn’t hurt anyone. He’s trying to help. The demon –“

“The demon you summoned,” Jason hissed, his cold eyes locking on Eddie’s again. “You and your little cult. The boy’s in with you, right? Him and Sinclair. Your acolytes.”

“We don’t have time –“

“Dustin!”, Eddie hissed to silence Dustin, draw Jason’s attention away from the boy and back to himself as he slowly inched to the side, to put himself between the barrel of Jason’s gun and Dustin.

Time was running out.

Judging by the sound of shrieks and screeches filling the air, there were seconds left until the first of the bats would arrive at the trailer park – and minutes until the rest of the swarm drawn away from Creel House would follow suit.

“I know what you did. Sold your soul to the devil to make fires with your mind. But you know what? Fire won’t be fast enough. Not against a bullet.”

“You know what else will be faster? These things,” Eddie hissed, the shrieks filling the air growing louder by the second. But Jason didn’t budge, didn’t let his focus on Eddie falter.

“They’ll eat you alive,” Dustin breathed.

“Yeah?”, Jason sneered, taking a step closer towards Eddie, “Let them try. I got enough bullets. But the first one –“

There was a resounding click as Jason cocked the gun.

“The first one’s for you, freak.”

***

Pain. The world was ablaze with blinding, white-hot pain thumping through your skull, your ribs, charging through you with every beat of your pulse and every labored intake of breath as you fought for your muscles to obey your desperate commands to move, to somehow get the fuck up from the ground and race after Jason, terror clouding your muddled senses.

Your fingers sinking into the cold, dead ground of the Upside Down, fingernails breaking and teeth gritted with fierce determination, you dragged yourself towards the ladder, Andy’s leering chuckle sounding from behind you as he watched you struggle and fail to climb back to your feet.

There was something warm and sticky running down the side of your face – but whether it were tears or blood, you couldn’t tell. Didn’t care to tell.

There were shrieks in the distance, neither human nor animal. You didn’t need to look at the western sky to know what it was. The first bats, heralding the murderous swarm to follow suit. And the screeches were drawing closer fast.

You needed to get up.

Your hand splayed on the dead grass, and with a suppressed hiss of pain as your cracked rib protested at the movement and your skull felt like a glass vase shattering on the floor, you dragged yourself up to your feet.

“Aw, look at you, little slut,” Andy cooed. “Are you in love with the freak?”

A low wail ripped from you as Andy grabbed a fistful of your hair before yanking you backwards, against him.

“What do you see in that creep, anyways, huh?”, he crooned into your ear, his hot breath stale as it hit the side of your face, overpowering panic gripping you as Andy’s free hand clamped around your jaw, forcing your head up at the three silhouettes on the roof. Dustin, cowering on the ground behind Eddie, his hands raised – and Jason, holding Eddie at gunpoint.

“Jason’s gonna blow a bullet right into his ugly face. Send him straight down to Hell where he belongs.”

Help me, you pleaded at the darkness, but the haze clouding your senses was too strong, the spinning sensation too fast. The darkness didn’t heed your call.

Your senses were still reeling from the blow to your head, the crack in your ribs, the panic shrouding your mind in impenetrable fog as Jason’s shout rang out from the roof, the words muddled by the ringing in your ears, high-pitched and growing louder and louder.

Only that it wasn’t in your ears, but in the air.

And Andy was ripped away from you.

With his iron grip holding you upright gone, your legs gave in once more and you tumbled back into the grass as Andy’s scream rang through the night air, the crack of a gunshot ringing through the air, too loud –

But it wasn’t Jason who’d shot, you realized, momentary relief surging through you on another wave of adrenaline as you raised your head from the grass as a second gunshot sounded, like the crack of a whip, and a third, lacing with Andy’s screams.

The bats had him in a chokehold.

Right now, there were only a few of them, half a dozen in a blur of pale leathery wings, the horrors from your nightmares come to life. Andy’s bullets had missed them.

They were holding him on the ground, paper-streamer-tails wrapped around his limbs like ropes. His fist around the hilt of his gun loosened as one of the creatures wrapped its tail around his throat to silence his panicked screams, and the weapon fell from his hand, useless against the monstrous creatures, anyways.

More of them shot down from the skies, and you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for them to get you next.

But they didn’t.

There was a muted wail of pain ripping from Andy, nearly drowned out by the cacophony of screeching and hissing.

When your eyes flew open again, it was to the gruesome image of the bats sinking teeth and talons into Andy’s chest, blood splattering – but none of the creatures attacked you.

As if they didn’t even notice you were there, helpless and struggling on the cold ground mere feet away.

Another flash of lightning zigzagged across the skies above, everything too bright, too loud, a pandemonium of noise and light and nausea.

Your eyes fell on something small, discarded in the grass.

Andy’s gun.

***

“Call them back.” Jason’s voice was barely loud enough to be heard over the screeches of the bats, over Andy Warren’s agonized, throttled wails as those…those things were eating him alive.

Eddie needed to get down there, needed to get to you, and get you and Dustin away from these things –

“I SAID CALL THEM BACK, FREAK!”

There was a streak of panic mingling with the hatred in Jason’s scream now as he waved the cocked gun at Eddie’s head, making him shrink back, still blocking Dustin from the madman’s line of vision, “CALL THESE FUCKING THINGS BACK!”

And through the daze of panic, it dawned on Eddie that Jason thought he’d been commanding them with his guitar.

“I can’t.”

“CALL THEM BACK OR I’LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT!”

Andy’s screams were growing louder, more agonized, more nauseating with every second.

Before Eddie could muster a reply, tell Jason he couldn’t…the clap of a gunshot pierced the air.

***

You couldn’t remember how you’d managed to climb back to your feet to throw yourself onto Andy’s discarded weapon, or the feeling of your fingers closing around its hilt.

But you remembered the feeling of grim determination flooding you as you’d raised the gun, aiming at the figure on the roof, the green of his letterman jacket marking the bullseye.

Never in a million years would you have thought you’d ever aim a gun at something else than a monster, at another person – but Jason was as much of a monster as the creatures devouring Andy Warren behind you, his agonized, muted wails dying down, drowning in the cacophony of screeches and the noise of flesh being ripped from his bones.

But the horror of Andy’s death cries, the hissing, screeching bats, the Upside Down…it all blurred into insignificance as you cocked the gun, your arms trembling with the remaining strength the adrenaline in your veins managed to rally.

There was not a single second of hesitation.

When your index finger settled on the trigger, your mind’s eye didn’t conjure up the memory of the look Jason had given you that September night as he’s forced his legs between yours, pressed you against the picnic table.

No.

It showed you the memory of Jason, hovering above Eddie, your songbird slumped in Andy’s grip and dark curls spilling over his shoulders to hide his bloodied face as Jason raised the crowbar, the glint of silver moonlight catching on metal.

His words, spat at Eddie.

Let’s give the Freak a taste of his own medicine. I want to see how many bones we can break before we need a new crowbar.

You pulled the trigger.

***

The shot was a miss, the bullet not even grazing Jason before it hit the amplifier behind him, a rain of sparks flying in the air as the device died with an ear-shattering screech to momentarily rival the noise of the bats on the ground, the ones drawing closer above the woods.

But it was all the diversion Eddie needed.

Jason noticed his mistake too late.

With a roar of rage ripping from Eddie, the guitar soared down, Jason’s bloodshot eyes widening as they locked on Eddie’s – and Jason grunted in surprise as the guitar knocked the gun from his grip.

The weapon clattered to the ground.

For a split second, time seemed to freeze as Eddie and Jason watched as the gun slid across the rooftop, the scraping sound of it drowned out by Andy Warren’s dying cries as the bats continued to devour him.

The shellshocked moment was broken when Eddie’s eyes met Jason’s, abysses of rage and madness staring back.

Eddie lunged towards the discarded gun, having come to a stop at the edge of the trailer’s roof – but so did Jason, throwing himself onto the weapon just as Eddie reached it, and together, they plummeted from the roof.

The impact made blinding pain bolt through Eddie as he landed on his side, right on the cracked ribs Andy Warren had left with his crowbar, the force of it muting Eddie’s pained scream as stars danced in his vision, but he couldn’t wait for the pain to ebb.

He needed to get back to his feet and get the fucking gun before Jason could, and he needed to find you.

A hiss of pain ripping from Eddie’s throat, he rolled over, onto his stomach, elbows digging into the dead grass of the lawn as, through the pain exploding in his side, he fought himself up to his feet. A wave of dizziness swept over him before he caught himself, one hand splayed against the trailer’s side to steady himself.

The first thing he saw when he blinked back the tears of pain was Andy.

Or…what was left of him.

There was a twitch running through the guy’s hand, sprawled on the ground, coated with blood, as the bats continued to consume him, the wet sounds of teeth and talons tearing through skin and muscle and tissue too loud.

Eddie felt acidic bile rise in his throat as he averted his gaze, the horrid image already burned in his mind, joining Chrissy and her broken bones in his own collection of nightmares to haunt him. He would endure them all, as long as when he woke up drenched in sweat and tears with a scream on his lips, he would only have to turn and see you slumbering peacefully next to him.

Eddie could endure whatever shit would come his way, as long as you were there beside him.

But he was too late.

Eddie’s eyes locked on yours, wide and terrified in Jason’s chokehold, the gun pressed against the side of your head, a sickening grin twisting the jock’s freckled features as his cold eyes met Eddie’s.

“Game over, freak.”

And in the sky behind Jason, the swarm of bats had reached the edge of the woods.

***

He’d been over you before your muddled mind could catch up with what was happening, kicking the gun out of your grip with ease before grabbing the weapon and dragging you off the ground, your struggle weak, movements sluggish as if you were stuck in mud.

The barrel of the gun was cold against your skin as Jason pressed the weapon against your temple now, his arm locked around your throat to keep you in a chokehold, your back pressed against his chest.

Your vision blurred, coming in and out of focus before your eyes found Eddie’s.

There were tearstains glittering on his pale cheeks, and the cut on his brow you’d mended with the fish hook had ruptured again, fresh blood running down his temple, a few stray curls sticking to the crimson rivulets as he pushed himself away from the trailer’s wall, swaying a little on his feet while his hands shot to his side as his face contorted with pain, the spot where Andy’s crowbar had hit home back at the boathouse to crack Eddie’s ribs.

“Let her go,” Eddie breathed, his eyes travelling from yours to Jason’s, wide and pleading.

Help me, you screamed once more at the darkness you’d ripped away from Vecna, reaching out to grasp it, rouse it like you’d done in the boathouse, but you couldn’t reach it through the muddled daze in your mind.

If Jason had realized what had happened to Andy, he didn’t care.

The sickening sounds of the bats feasting on what was left of Andy were swallowed by the noise of the swarm, drawing closer by the second.

They’d tear you all to ribbons – if the bats occupied with Andy’s remains didn’t tire of him to do the job before the rest of the swarm could reach you.

Eddie moved to dart towards you before Jason’s hiss made him freeze once more. “Don’t. Move. Or I’ll kill her.”

The nausea churning in your guts was overpowering at the feeling of Jason’s hot breath hitting the side of your face, the barrel of the gun pressed so hard against your temple that you could feel the bruise forming beneath the metal already.

“I followed you because I wanted to kill you, Freak. For what you did to Chrissy. But I think I got a better idea.” Jason’s grip around your throat tightened, making darkness creep in at the edges of your vision as you gasped for air. “So much better. You took Chrissy. I’ll take your little slut. It’s fair, don’t you think?”

Eddie’s umber eyes were wide with terror as they locked on yours, tears spilling from his eyes – but his face blurred beneath your own tears as Jason forced you to the ground, your knees hitting the cold dirt and pain burst through your body as his chokehold around you loosened to grab a fistful of your hair, so hard that if felt as if he’d rip your scalp clean off.

The click as he cocked the gun vibrated through your throbbing skull –

“I did it.”

At the sound of Eddie’s voice, having reached its breaking point, Jason’s grip on you stilled.

“I killed Chrissy,” Eddie repeated quietly, his panicked gaze flicking to you before it settled on Jason again, and horrid realization hit you about what Eddie was doing.

Because Jason was so caught up in his twisted vigilante fantasies, in his own version of the story painting him a tragic hero and Eddie the monstrous villain to defeat. And Eddie was giving him what he wanted, a shot in the dark to buy more time and keep Jason occupied.

“I summoned a demon and made a deal. Create fires with my mind. And in exchange, he wanted lives. He chose them, I brought them to him. Fred, Patrick. Chrissy.” Eddie’s voice was growing steady as he spoke, the skilled dungeon master taking over to weave the desperate lie. Only his hands, curled into fists at his sides in an attempt to hide the tremors running through him, betrayed his panic and despair. With a small nod at you, he breathed, “The demon wants her next. She’s under a spell.”

“A spell,” Jason echoed hollowly. “Chrissy was under a spell.”

It attested Jason’s descend into madness that he truly believed the absurd fairy tale Eddie was weaving for him.

And maybe, just maybe…it could work.

“That’s why Chrissy went with you. You put her under a spell.”

No, you wanted to hiss at Jason, Chrissy went to buy drugs because she knew you wouldn’t care enough to help her.

“Is – is she under that spell now?” Pain shot through you as Jason gave you a little nudge, his fist still in your hair to keep you from falling face-first to the ground, drawing a weak cry from you.

His jaw set with grim determination, Eddie said, “Yeah.”

“I don’t believe you. Your little slut came to the boathouse. She –“

“Do you think she’d have ever wanted anything to do with Eddie The Freak?”, Eddie spat, and your heart squeezed in your chest at his words, echoing those he’d used in the cafeteria that day when he’d faced off Jason for spreading his vile, ugly lies.

It was exactly what Jason wanted to hear.

This wasn’t about Chrissy, or even you.

It was all about Jason and his ego, his hurt pride. And it had always been.

And Eddie, clever, empathic Eddie, knew exactly how to wield Jason’s narcissism in his own favor.

It dawned on you that Eddie wasn’t trying to buy more time to figure another way to save you both.

He was trying to paint you as the damsel in distress in need of saving, playing Jason’s game, and rendering himself the villain so Jason could be the hero he saw himself as.

So Jason would let you go.

There was a beat of hesitation, of Jason’s grasp around you loosening – before it tightened once more, ripping your head back while he bent down to you, his stench of sweat mingling with the tang of blood in the air as, his breath stirring your hair, he sneered, “You love her.”

There was an incredulous, maniacal laugh bubbling from Jason’s lips. “Eddie The Freak is in love. You know what? I don’t care if she’s under a spell. You’re not. You took Chrissy. I’ll take your slut. Say bye-bye.”

It happened too fast for your muddled mind to catch up.

Eddie’s eyes widened, tensing as his hands shot out as he darted forward as if in an attempt to tackle Jason to the ground, rip him away from you before he could pull the trigger – but someone else was faster.

There was a low grunt as Jason’s grip around you vanished, and you fell to the ground, hands splaying in the cold dirt to catch your fall as you whirled around. To Dustin.

He must’ve made his way down from the roof while the rest of you had been diverted, snuck up on Jason. And with a roar, Dustin raised the branch he’d picked up from the ground, ready to swing it at Jason for a second time.

But this time, Jason saw it coming.

And he was so much stronger than Dustin.

The roar morphed into a wail of pain as Jason’s fist connected with the boy’s face before you could command your muscles to move and stop him, and Dustin slumped to the ground.

And before you could charge at Jason, he whirled around, his fist connecting with your cheek – and in a rain of stars, you fell to the ground, and the world went dark.

***

Eddie had never been violent.

He’d always been a small kid, the punching ball for the bigger kids, too weak to ever even land a blow in return until puberty had struck, and he’d shot up, becoming tall enough for his height and his metal clothes to ward off any more physical attacks.

And even now, tall as he was, he was lanky. And no matter how strong he was, he probably wasn’t strong enough to best Jason, the jock, in a fight.

But despair and adrenaline and rage, the kind of blind rage Eddie had never felt before in his life before he’d ripped Jason away from you that September night, were like his very own superpower running through his veins as he charged, his fist clamping around the collar of Jason’s letterman jacket to yank him away from you and Dustin, his free hand already curled into a fist to land the first blow.

There was a split second of grim satisfaction at the sensation of his rings slamming against Jason’s cheek, metal meeting bone as pain shot through his fist at the impact.

The feeling didn’t last.

Jason’s crazed eyes flashing with fury, he attacked.

Eddie was too slow.

Before he could duck away, Jason’s fist slammed into his broken ribs, and Eddie’s scream was muted as the air was squeezed from him at the pain searing through his body, his legs giving in as Jason crashed into him.

***

Wake up.

It wasn’t a voice, exactly.

It was a feeling, something nudging and urging you from within, black mist battling the one numbing your mind and senses as you realized the shred of Vecna’s – of your – powers had finally been roused.

And it was stronger than the ringing in your ears, the pain in your skull, the spinning carousel of your senses; a tether of steel anchoring you amidst the storm that pushed your senses like a tiny little kite.

Your eyes flew open, your vision sharpening, colors crashing back to you as your eyes locked on the sky.

It was the color of a fresh bruise, crimson flashes zigzagging across like angry welts on skin, black thunderclouds rolling in fast over the nearby woods –

No.

Not thunderclouds.

Bats.

Hundreds, thousands of creatures like the ones which were still ripping the flesh from Andy Warren’s bones at the end of the yard.

And they’d nearly reached the trailer park.

It was the final realization to make the rest of your senses snap back to reality, pierce the haze clouding your mind.

Eddie. And Dustin.

You pushed yourself up from the ground, eyes snapping up to Dustin, rolled up on his side and obviously dazed by the blow to his head.

“Dustin, can you get up?”, you pressed, clambering to your knees as your eyes scanned your surroundings for Eddie.

He was on the ground mere feet away from you, Jason on top of him, pinning him into the dirt with his own weight as Eddie struggled against the hold.

There was a swift movement as Jason drew back his fist for another punch – but the blow never followed.

Instead, there was a flash of something, glinting in the sparse light, and your heart skipped its next beat as you fought yourself to your feet, far too slow to reach Eddie in time, your body going numb with shock.

Because clutched tightly in Jason’s fist, the serrated blade glinting eerily in the half-light, was a hunting knife.

***

Eddie’s name rang through the air on your scream, your voice breaking with panic.

Reflexes taking over, Eddie’s hand shot out to stop the trajectory of Jason’s knife as it soared down towards his exposed throat, adrenaline taking the wheel.

He didn’t feel pain as his fist wrapped around the jagged blade of Jason’s hunting knife mid-air.

He didn’t even feel the blood welling up where the serrated metal was sinking into the skin of his palm, dripping down on him like warm summer rain, Jason hovering right above him, his weight pressing Eddie to the ground.

In that moment, Eddie was certain not even Vecna’s eyes could hold so much madness and evil as Jason’s did right now; glaring abysses of nothing but hatred and bloodlust, his features twisted into a crazed grimace as his other hand, the one which had been pinning Eddie’s left arm to the ground, flew up, gripping the knife’s handle with both hands as he leaned his entire weight on it now, driving it closer to Eddie’s exposed neck, inch by inch, pain now flaring from the deep gash – but if he let go now, Jason would kill him.

The tip of the serrated blade grazed Eddie’s throat, cold metal biting the skin right above his collarbone as he realized he was losing, horribly losing this fight, the dice falling on a natural one to seal his fate at the hands of Jason Carver.

Eddie’s other hand, the one not wrapped around the blade, groped at the dead grass at his side, for a stone, something, anything to use to get Jason and his knife off of him.

Eddie could feel blood welling from the cut on his neck, collecting in a little pool in the hollow above his collarbone as Jason pushed the knife further, Eddie’s strength fading, the pain searing in his palm clutching the serrated blade growing unbearable, making him scream –

“It’s funny, to see you struggle”, Jason hissed, spit dribbling from his lips.

By now, he looked more like a rabid beast than a person.

There.

Eddie’s fingers brushed against something in the grass, cool and smooth, the familiar feeling of it beneath his fingertips like discovering a friendly face in a crowd of strangers.

He didn’t need to look to know what it was. Hope flooded him as his hand wrapped around the neck of his guitar. It must have come loose when he’d tumbled from the roof.

“Just like your little slut struggled, in the woods.” Jason sneered, before a lewd smirk tucked at his lips and his voice morphed, becoming as calm as the surface of a pond. “She missed out. I would’ve made her feel so much better than you could ever have, freak.”

Eddie knew Jason had meant the words as a final stab, a final I’ve won, before his knife would slit Eddie’s throat.

But the memory Jason’s words conjured up, of you, struggling as Jason pinned you against that picnic table, his hands forcing their way underneath the hem of your cheerleader skirt right before Eddie had ripped him away from you, was what tipped the scales.

With a blazing surge of rage, Eddie swung the guitar – just as Jason was tackled off of him.

***

You didn’t remember how you’d managed to climb back to your feet, how your trembling legs had carried you across the dead grass, staggering towards Eddie and Jason.

There was only blind despair and white-hot fury fueling your movements as, with a roar of all the pent-up anger and hatred at Jason Carver, you crashed into him, tackling him off of Eddie like Eddie had ripped him away from you back in the woods that fateful September night six months ago.

The impact catapulted you to the ground alongside Jason, his contorted face a demonic mask as he used the momentum to roll on top of you, his hands closing around your throat –

***

The guitar’s strings released a distorted tone into the half-dark when Eddie slammed the instrument into the side of Jason’s head, hard enough for the impact to splinter his beloved guitar with an ugly crunching noise that reminded Eddie of the sound of Chrissy Cunningham’s bones snapping on his ceiling, and Jason was knocked off of you, slumping in the grass beside you like a limp rag.

With a silent thank you at his beloved guitar, Eddie let the pieces fall into the grass, pulling you to your feet with a swift motion as his uninjured hand came up to your cheek, his eyes finding yours, scanning you for injuries, but there was no time to check, or grasp what had just happened, or gather you up in his arms.

“WE GOTTA GO!” Dustin’s howl mingled with the noise of the swarm, of thousands of wings flapping in the air as they descended upon the Forest Hills trailer park.

There was no time to check on each other, to set the ring of gasoline on fire as initially planned to form a second barrier against the bats. The trailer’s reinforcements would have to do.

His hand gripping yours, Eddie dragged you towards the trailer.

And then the bats were there.

Ready to feast.

***

It had been Dustin’s idea to use the veranda door instead of the front door, the canopy of the roof and the metal fencing you’d fastened around to form a cage the perfect first barrier against the vicious swarm of monsters hot on your heels when Eddie slammed the fence’s door closed with the rattling of metal lacing and the furious screeches of the first bats as they slammed into the fence.

Their frustrated screeches rang in your ears as Eddie locked the fence’s door with a quick movement, jumping back before the creatures’ claws reaching through the gaps of the metal could catch him.

You jumped as one of the creatures smashed into the fence right in front of your face, and with only the fence wire between you and the beast, you stared in horror.

Up close, they looked even deadlier than in your nightmares.

Serrated claws made to slice through bone in a fellow swoop, eyeless faces opening up to a sea of razorblade-teeth, the putrid stench of rotting meat clinging to their pallid, leathery skin making your guts churn with nausea.

They weren’t beasts of prey. No, beasts of prey hunted to survive.

Those creatures…they were made to kill for the sake of killing.

Slowly.

Cruelly.

The images your mind conjured up, of those serrated, hooked claws tearing through Eddie’s skin, through muscle and sinew and bone as he screamed in agony, pinned you in place before Eddie ripped you from your trance, his gentle hands pulling you backwards into the trailer.

Another door slamming shut, another chain rattling as Eddie put the lock in place, the scrape of metal against metal barely audible against the cacophony of screeching, hissing, screaming.

The noise of the bats hailing against the door, the walls, the roof was that of a hailstorm as the three of you caught your breaths.

When you’d reinforced the trailer with the metal plates, you’d been certain it would hold.

Now you wondered if that had been a terrible miscalculation.

“Shit,” Eddie panted, breaking the shaken silence before he turned around to come face to face with Dustin and you.

Blood was splattered across his throat, dripping from a shallow cut above his collarbone and soaking the fabric of the Hellfire shirt peeking out from under the combat vest. Dirt and grass and spores had caught in the dark curls spilling from the bandana around his head, and more blood was running from the gash on his brow which had ripped open again at some point as his chest heaved with every pant as his eyes flitted from you to Dustin and back, assessing the damage.

Eddie opened his mouth to utter a reply, but he was interrupted by Dustin’s shout, “EDDIE WHAT THE FUCK?!”, making Eddie and you jump, and your heart froze in your chest as you stared at the spot on Eddie’s side Dustin was frantically pointing at.

On the polished wooden hilt of Jason’s knife lodged there.

“JESUS H CHRIST,” Eddie called out with a squeal rivalling the bat’s shrieks outside as he pulled the knife out of his side before you could protest, mind racing with panic because you should never, ever, ever take the weapon out of a stab wound because it would only further the blood loss, your hands trembling uncontrollably as Eddie let himself sink to the ground and you moved to rip open the zipper of his combat vest to assess the damage, Dustin shouts high-pitched beside you, “Holy shit! Holy shit!” –

But when you pushed the vest aside to assess the damage Jason’s knife had done beneath, there was no blood. Not a single droplet.

The three of you fell silent again, the havoc of the bats raging outside momentarily blurring against the ringing in your ears as all of you stared at the pearly white fabric of Eddie’s Hellfire shirt.

“Jesus H Christ,” Eddie whispered, one hand pressed over his heart in shock, “Holy fuck.”

“Dude,” Dustin agreed on a trembling breath.

“How –?”

“The vest,” you murmured, lifting the side of the padded fabric, the two frayed holes where the blade had gone clean through, a hair’s breadth past Eddie’s side.

“Guess you were right about pulling up the zipper, huh,” Eddie stated weakly, and you raised the broken zipper in your hand.

“I broke it.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie gave you a shaken grin, “It did its job.”

Another beat of silence, before Eddie rose back to his feet, swaying a little with residual shock before his gaze travelled from Dustin to you to assess the damage, before he croaked, “Anybody hurt?”

Dustin cocked an eyebrow. “Dude. Everybody’s hurt.”

A noise made you start, something slamming against the front door with more fervor than before, and your eyes met Eddie’s.

“We need get out of here.”

“It worked,” Dustin breathed, hands coming up to his head with a wide, bewildered grin on his face, “It fucking worked!”

There was unspoken understanding crossing between Eddie and you.

Because with the noise of the bats trying to find their way into the trailer…you weren’t so sure whether you shared Dustin’s optimism.

And the dark feeling in your guts was right…somebody had to keep the bats out of the trailer and away from the gate before they could wreak havoc and bloodbath over the Rightside Up Hawkins.

It wasn’t over yet.

With a subtle nod at you, Eddie turned to Dustin. “Okay, Dustin, get your ass through the gate. See if you can reach Erica to check in with them. We’re gonna be with you in a minute.”

“What? Why?! It’s only a sprained ankle. I fell a little weird when I jumped off the roof, that’s all. I can still –“

“Dustin,” Eddie interjected, more vehemently than probably intended, his voice strained as he tried to speak over the havoc the swarm was wreaking outside, “For once, do what you’re told, ‘kay? You’re limping, for fuck’s sake. What are you gonna do if these things come in here, argue with them?!”

To your surprise, Dustin actually clamped his mouth shut and heeded Eddie’s command without another attempt to change his mind, limping over towards the makeshift rope dangling from the gate in the middle of the living room as Eddie watched him, swatting a few of the spores away from his face before he inquired gently, “You need some help, man?”

Dustin gave him a grin over his shoulder.

“How? Are you gonna yeet me to the other side?”

“If you keep that tone, I might,” Eddie snickered while he watched Dustin start climbing, before turning back to you, and all the lightheartedness left his face, the mask stripped to reveal the terror beneath, before he raised his hand to cup your cheek.

His jaw set when his umber eyes locked on the gash on your brow where Jason had slammed your head against the trailer’s wall.

“It’s just a scratch,” you murmured.

“It’s not.” Eddie’s low voice was trembling so hard it was breaking. “What else…?”

“A concussion. A few broken ribs, pretty sure” you flinched, giving him a lopsided smirk, “Now we match.”

You reached out to grab Eddie’s other hand, coated with the blood running through his fingers and dripping to the floor, and you winced as you gently pried his fist open to reveal the deep cut running through his palm as Eddie let out a pained wince of his own.

“Uh, guess I’m officially Kas The Bloody-Handed now, huh?”, Eddie announced weakly. “Though I can’t handle another fish-hook-situation.”

There was no time for stitches, anyways.

Judging by the noise of the swarm pounding down on the trailer…you needed to get ready to fight.

With a small nod, you reached for the first-aid box Eddie had deposited on the kitchen aisle when you’d all went through the gate a few hours ago.

It was so Eddie, to think of something as small yet so significant like that little first-aid box.

You swallowed against the lump in your throat as you unrolled one of the gauze strips, and Eddie watched as you started to wrap the material around his palm, as firmly as possible to staunch the bleeding.

A few seconds longer, and Jason’s knife would have cut right to the bone.

The thought of Jason falling victim to those things ripping at the trailer’s outsides held that familiar feeling of dark, grim satisfaction. This time, though, there was no guilt, no shame about it.

“Monster slayer?”

At his softspoken words, your head snapped up from the bandage, meeting Eddie’s eyes which were swimming with concern, the silent question within. Are you okay?

“Do you think he’s dead?”

Your whisper was swallowed by the noise of the bats hailing against the walls, the roof, hacking and clawing at the metal reinforcements in their search for a way inside.

But Eddie had heard you, anyways.

“I dunno,” he said gently, his uninjured hand grasping yours. Watching you, he brushed the pad of his thumb over your wrist, the soothing little gesture you’d already become so used to, “Do you want him to be?”

Jason had been unconscious, knocked out by the blow to the head with Eddie’s guitar – but the bats would do to him what they’d done to Andy. The memory of it, the wet, squelching sounds of flesh being ripped from bones, made your guts churn and bile rise in your throat. You didn’t yet know what to feel about both of their cruel demises. But after everything they’d done, would have done…you couldn’t find it in you to pity them.

Not right now.

Maybe not ever.

All that mattered right now was that Team Crit Hit would be able to kill Vecna, that your friends and Eddie were safe.

“I want him to never hurt anyone ever again,” you finally replied.

“He won’t,” Eddie soothed, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours, a moment of quiet understanding passing between the two of you, his presence a sanctuary amidst the raging storm as the tears you’d been fighting to hold back stole themselves into your eyes after all, hot against your cheeks as they ran down your face and mingled with the blood still seeping from the gash on your brow.

“He won’t hurt you again.”

Before you could muster a reply, something slammed against the front door again, with such force that the hinges gave a low groan, making you jump apart, wide gazes meeting.

In wordless understanding, the two of you jumped to grab the makeshift weapons you’d spread out on the kitchen table.

Two spears, hunting knifes strapped to sticks.

And two shields, long nails driven through the metal of trashcan lids.

They’d have to make do.

Spear at the ready, your fingers clammy as they wrapped around the handle of the trashcan-lid-shield and the last remnants of dizziness not yet having receded from your senses, you positioned yourself beside Eddie in the middle of the Munson trailer’s living room, right underneath the gate, your back pressed flush against his as you listened to the noise of the bats trying to claw their way into the trailer.

And if those serrated claws could cut through bone…

Eddie’s skin was warm against your own as he angled his hand holding the makeshift spear, his pinkie linking with yours in a silent gesture of reassurance.

“It won’t hold forever, will it?”, you breathed.

Eddie swallowed. “No. It won’t.”

You nodded, panic threatening to sweep you away all over again.

“But it doesn’t have to,” Eddie added. You couldn’t tell whether he believed the words. “Only until they burned him to a crisp.”

“Yeah.”

And as if on cue, the ear-shattering noise…

Stopped.

As if the swarm had frozen mid-movement.

In the silence which settled over the trailer, you could hear the roar of blood in your ears, the thundering of your heartbeat as it mingled with the sound of your and Eddie’s ragged breaths in the air as you listened.

Waited.

And in the silence, there was a soft flutter, travelling up the walls. Travelling up towards…

“The roof,” Eddie whispered, and you glanced over your shoulder to look at him. His head was raised, umber eyes scanning the ceiling, a single beam of light from the gate falling across his face to illuminate his profile. “They’re on the roof.”

There was another horrid realization dawning on you.

Whereas the Demodogs had hunted like…well, like animals, in a way…

The bats seemed to have a level of understanding which decidedly exceeded the wit of the Demodogs.

A scraping sound made your head snap up to a spot in the kitchen ceiling.

To the air vent above the stove.

“They can’t get in there,” you breathed. “That’s not possible.”

But even while you spoke the words…you knew it was.

The vent’s seal was pushed away from the outside, clattering to the kitchen floor with a noise that rang like the crack of a whip in the shaken silence of the Munson’s trailer.

Before you could react, tear yourself out of your panicked daze, Eddie did.

A feral roar spilled from him as he darted towards the kitchen, the first of the bats already clawing their way through the air vent – but before they could get through, Eddie slammed the spiked trashcan-lid-shield over the opening, hard enough for it to hold, sealing the vent.

With a shaken little grin, Eddie turned back to you, brushing a stray curl away from his lips. “There. Fixed it.”

“There are no other vents, are there?”, you breathed, and Eddie’s face fell the second realization hit you like a truck.

There were.

In Eddie’s bedroom.

The thought passing between the two of you, you both whirled around to dart towards Eddie’s bedroom, a weird, screeching sound ringing through the air like nails drawn across a chalkboard, as if something big from outside were tearing at the metal plates barring the windows.

The second the two of you burst through the doorway to Eddie’s bedroom, glass shattered, and the bedroom window burst into a million glittering pieces raining through the air as something big sailed through, landing on the carpet in the middle of the room.

It had ripped the metal away which had barred the window.

And as if time had frozen alongside you, Eddie and you watched in quiet horror how the thing cowering on the carpet raised its head.

It was Jason.

He looked like something which had already died and clawed its way from its grave.

Blood was spilling from a gash in his temple where Eddie’s guitar had broken the skin on impact when Eddie had knocked him off of you, and cuts were marring his face, tiny shards of broken window glass sticking out from the side of his face, his neck, like thorns from the skin of a monster.

And where his eyes should have been, bloodshot and burning with hatred…were two black holes, weeping blood.

The bats had taken his eyes.

“Please -” It was barely more than a whisper, a strangled sob, spilling from Jason’s lips.

Then, everything happened at once.

As Eddie pushed you behind him to shield you, the swarm broke through the shattered bedroom window like a deadly tsunami of fangs and talons, sweeping over Jason to drown him within. His strangled outcry was cut off amidst the pandemonium as Eddie pushed you backwards through the door, out of the bedroom, the first of the bats already flitting through the door, followed by a second one, before Eddie could slam it shut.

In the tiny hallway, there was no room to wield the spears, Eddie already trying to pull you back and place himself between you and the attacking bats as you raised your shield, readying yourself for the fight –

But the attack never came.

Just like with Andy Warren outside, the bats sailed past you, the tips of their wings brushing your cheeks like a soft caress as they pounced on Eddie, faces opening up to bare rows and rows of needle-sharp fangs, Eddie’s own shield gone, stuck to the kitchen ceiling to block the path through the air vent.

With a howl of fury, you slammed your own shield into the bats to knock them off of Eddie, your spear clattering to the ground as your other hand reached to grab one of them by the tail, ripping it away from Eddie who lashed at the second creature with his own spear, the blade driving clean through the thing’s wing to pin it against the wall as the nails of your spiked shield impaled the second one.

In perfect synchrony, you both darted towards the metal plates stored in the kitchen should any of the barriers around the trailer break so you could fix it from within, Eddie grabbing one of the corrugated sheets while you grabbed the nail gun, and the bedroom door was barred anew in a matter of seconds, just in time before the old wood could give in and tear from its hinges.

There was no time to assess your handywork, though.

“GUYS!”, Dustin’s shout from the Rightside Up rang through the gate, barely audible over the havoc the rest of the swarm was wreaking on the bedroom door.

“WE’RE BUSY!”, you shouted back as Eddie and you retreated towards the gate, remaining weapons raised – his spear and your shield, readying for the storm to come, terror gripping your senses and adrenaline flooding your veins.

Your sudden scream rang through the air as pain, searing, white-hot pain shot through your skull like a lightning bolt, your shield clattering to the ground as your hands flew up to press against the sides of your head because you feared the bone might shatter like Eddie’s bedroom window if you didn’t.

Pictures flooded your mind, images of Nancy and Robin and Steve, tied to the walls by tar-black creepers wrapping around their limbs, their throats, like mice in the hold of constrictor snakes, throttling them as they struggled against their force, bound and helpless.

Memories. No, not memories.

It was happening.

Right now.

Your name rang through the air on Eddie’s desperate shout, and the pictures stopped, Eddie’s face coming into focus as he knelt in front of you on the ground, his hands folded over yours.

“We’re losing,” you whispered.

“What? What are you-”

“He’ll kill them,” you sobbed, “He’ll kill them all.”

“No,” Eddie breathed, “No, listen – he’s –“

“I SAW IT!”, you cried. “I – images from the hivemind. He’s killing them right now.”

“Monster slayer, listen to me –“

Scrambling back to your feet, “I need to help them.”

“Wait a second –“

“There is no second, Eddie!”

“LISTEN TO ME, GODDAMNIT!”, Eddie shouted, his hands settling on your shoulders with a gentleness so opposed to his raised voice, his eyes pleading as they locked on yours. “Sweetheart, please, think. He shows you what he wants you to see. That’s what he does! He’s a master-manipulator –“

“She’s right.”

Dustin’s voice, trembling with panic as it floated through the gate, made your heads snap up towards him, standing beneath the gate on the Rightside Up, his walkie in his hand.

“Erica called. Things escalated. There – Chance and a few of Jason’s friends attacked them. At Creel House. They’re gone now, but…they broke the Walkman.”

Max’s only chance to get out of the trance.

Your eyes locked on Eddie’s.

“It’s real,” you whispered. “I can go out there.”

“The bats –“

“They won’t hurt me. They didn’t attack. I don’t know why but they stayed away from me when they attacked Andy, and they stayed away right now when they attacked you. You saw it yourself. It’s…it’s like they don’t even see me. They won’t hurt me. It’s…it’s logical, I’m carrying a part of their hive. They think I’m with them.”

You bent down, grabbing the remaining spiked shield from the floor. “I need to save them.”

“I know”, Eddie breathed, voice shattering as tears streamed down his face. You barely heard the words over the noise of the swarm still trying to get through the bedroom door. “I’m coming with you.”

“No. No, you need to stay here. With Dustin. Go through the gate. Go to Fred’s gate. I’ll meet you there. We’ll all meet you there. Okay?”

“But –“

“Eddie,” you pleaded. “Please. Please, listen to me. Go through the gate. Promise me you’ll go through the gate. Promise me you’ll get Dustin and run.”

There was a split second of hesitation, Eddie’s eyes scanning yours, before his hand came up to cradle your cheek and his lips crashed on yours in a final, desperate kiss filled with all the things there was no time left to say.

I love you. Promise this is not good-bye. Promise you’ll come back to me.

Your fingertips brushed over your green silk ribbon tied around Eddie’s wrist. Your lucky charm.

Pulling away from the kiss, you gently placed the spiked makeshift-shield in Eddie’s uninjured hand.

He wasn’t one for spears or swords.

He’d always been someone who protected instead of attacked.

You hoped he’d realized it made him as heroic and brave as a person could ever be.

“See you on the other side, monster slayer”, Eddie breathed.

And with a last glance at Eddie, his beautiful umber eyes shining with terror as he watched you go, you turned and raced out of the trailer.

***

Seconds bled into minutes.

One minute into two, into three.

The blood still gushing from the cut in Eddie’s hand was starting to soak through the gauze you’d wrapped around his palm, staining the bedsheets tied together to the makeshift rope as his fist tightened around the fabric, his uninjured hand clamped around the trashcan-shield’s handle.

There was the noise of the bats trying to get through the barred door of his bedroom, of Dustin frantically calling for Lucas and Erica on his RT, the silence on the other side, all of it blurring into white noise as Eddie’s mind was reeling.

There was something wrong.

Something he couldn’t quite pinpoint, gnawing at the back of his mind.

A thought lost in the fog of adrenaline and terror about everything that had happened, the horrors of Andy and Jason’s gory demise, and above all, the terror of knowing you were in danger.

While he was staying behind.

Again.

Not quite running again, but not fighting, either, no matter how hard he’d already fought, how he’d proven that maybe he wasn’t that guy anymore who ran as soon as danger arose.

But helpless, because he couldn’t be with you.

Because you were right; the bats didn’t touch you and if he’d went with you, the monsters would have killed him in a matter of minutes, shredded him to ribbons like they’d done with Andy and Jason.

It still broke Eddie to know you were facing this final battle on your own.

***

You wouldn’t have had to worry about the bats entering the trailer as you left, you realized as you slipped through the door.

Most of the swarm were still in Eddie’s bedroom, trying to get to the gate in the living room.

Trying to get to Eddie who, by now, would have made true of his promise and climbed through the gate, back to Dustin and the safety of the Rightside Up and on his way to the designated meeting point at Fred’s gate you’d all agreed upon.

Out of the danger zone.

And the rest of the bats which were clawing at the trailer’s walls, the roof, the fencing you left behind as you sprinted down the path to the road leading past the trailer park…they’d noticed you, but didn’t react.

As if you were one of them.

The part you’d stolen from Vecna protected you, once again helping to save those you loved.

Amidst the panic, there was gratitude for that darkness.

You weren’t alone.

Your breath forming little clouds in the toxic, freezing air of the Upside Down, legs burning and lungs on fire while your head felt as if it were being split apart by a drill from within, you raced into the woods lining the street.

Fog was crawling over the dead leaves on the ground, crawling up the naked trees like Vecna’s creeping vines as it grew thicker with every second, your panting filling the eerie silence of this place.

Frozen in time, like Sleeping Beauty’s cursed kingdom.

Your body was screaming in pain, but you were propelled forwards by the image of Robin, Nancy and Steve tied up, choking beneath the force of the black vines pinning them to the walls of Creel House, a horrid mirror image of Vecna’s lair, the lost, broken souls pinned to their pillars like dead butterflies, the colors gone from their once vibrant wings, muted and dull and stripped of everything they’d once been.

Eddie was safe for now, and so was Dustin.

And you begged all the higher powers that might listen to let your legs carry you fast enough to save Max and the rest of your friends.

This time as the pictures forced their way into your mind, making your body go numb as if you’d been plunged into a freezing lake, it knocked you off your feet.

The floor tilted as you tumbled into the dead grass, the blinding headache making you hiss in pain as it felt like your skull was split open so the images could pounce on your mind like the bats on the Munson trailer.

Of Max, suspended in the air like a fragile little puppet on its strings, her hair the color of flames in the dim blue light of the camping lantern barely able to keep the darkness in the attic of Creel House at bay.

Her eyes were white, rolled back in her head, lips parted with a muted scream.

And her bones…her bones started snapping.

Her fingers. One by one.

Her left arm, the sound resounding through your skull, like the sound of twigs being snapped in two. Then the right one.

Her legs.

You’d seen what had happened to poor Patrick, had seen Chrissy’s broken body.

But Max, who’d endured so much, the fierce girl with fire in her hair and fire in her heart, brave in the face of danger, who’d outrun the monster already…

It couldn’t be happening. It was a trick. Vecna was in your mind, tricking you once again, another trance to stop you because if the bats knew you’d left the trailer, so did he, of course he did.

Blood started running down her cheeks in crimson rivulets, so bright against her pale, freckled face.

As vibrant and bright as the life fading from her.

You could feel it, draining away like water down a tub.

No, not draining away…

Sucked out of her.

No. No, this isn’t real, not real, not real –

Before you could scream her name, the vision stopped and you rolled onto your back, ringing for air.

[FIFTEEN MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT.]

Eddie knew something bad had happened. He felt it in every fiber of his being, as the noise of the bats wreaking havoc on the blocked door to his bedroom, the walls and roof…stopped.

The pandemonium of wings beating against the outside of the trailer, of blood-curdling screams and hissing filling the air and of talons scratching and tearing at the metal plates reinforcing the tailer’s outside…it all stopped.

Deadly silence fell over the place, broken only by Eddie’s labored breaths, the wild thumping of his heart against his broken ribs.

The bats…the bats were leaving.

And the feeling which had been gnawing at the back of Eddie’s mind hit him like a speeding truck.

Realization, the final piece of the puzzle falling into place.

You’d connected the dots – but you’d all connected them so horribly, horribly wrong.

The bats hadn’t attacked you, yes. But not because they’d recognized the part of Vecna’s powers you’d stolen, marking you as part of the hive.

No.

It had been a trap all along.

To lure you to Creel House, to his lair, trying to save your friends.

Vecna wanted to hurt you.

His monster slayer had run straight into Vecna’s waiting arms.

And his bats, those horrid creatures…they were leaving to follow.

To tear you and the rest of your friends to ribbons, just like he’d done with Andy and Jason.

But Eddie wouldn’t let them.

***

As you rolled over to scramble back to your feet, the seconds draining away like your friend’s lives in the creepers’ chokehold, Max’s life in Vecna’s, thunder rumbled through the air, louder than any storm you’d ever heard.

Only it wasn’t thunder.

The ground was moving.

And even before the ground split open, Creel House Cracking apart like the shell of an egg, you knew it hadn’t been a warning, or a threat.

What Vecna had shown you had been real.

You were too late.

And Max, clever, fierce, sarcastic Max who never let anything get her down, who never hesitated to fight tooth and claw for those she loved…

Max was dead.

[TEN MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT.]

In Little River, Louisiana, there sometimes had been hurricanes.

They’d went on for days, and when they’d moved on, there had of the Little River trailer park.

It had happened twice, as far as Eddie could remember.

He also remembered that feeling, when the noise of the wind and rain against the sides of the community shelter they’d had to seek refuge in had stopped, and they’d all stepped outside and the air had felt…calm. Clean and peaceful, in that odd way it did after a storm.

Eddie felt like that right now, with all of the panic which had dazed his mind only moments before just fading away, making room for a strange serenity.

“EDDIE WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!”, Dustin shouted through the gate, and Eddie’s eyes flitted up to meet the boy’s blue ones, wide with panic, his cheeks wet with tears.

They stared at each other. Rightside Up and Upside Down, frozen in their place for a single shared heartbeat like two ships passing in the night.

Eddie knew he would never reach Creel House in time in to help you fend off the bats, and even if he did – those things couldn’t be fought. There were too many of them.

Except…he didn’t have to.

Because Vecna wanted him. He wanted to kill Eddie to hurt you – and if Vecna was as petty as Eddie hoped he was…revenge would be the first box to tick off his to-do list.

All Eddie had to do was cause some havoc. Lure the bats away from you and your friends and back to him.

And run.

Because every second he’d manage to run to divert the bats and Vecna was time for you and the rest of the party to escape, to potentially kill the monster.

And if there was one thing he could do better even than play the guitar, Eddie figured, it was running.

Maybe this was why he’d been running all his life.

Running away from everything, not knowing that he was running to you.

Running away all his goddamn life so in the end, he would be able to run now and buy you more time.

“EDDIE COME ON!”

“Go to Fred’s gate.”

“What?!”

There was no time.

Eddie bent down to grab the makeshift spear discarded on the ground, his heart racing with the knowledge of what he was about to do.

“EDDIE!”, Dustin screamed as Eddie raised the spear.

The blade caught the crimson glow of the gate as it whirred through the air.

“EDDIE, NO!”

The makeshift rope fluttered to the ground on both sides of the gate, the bridge between worlds severed. Eddie could only hope it was enough to keep Dustin out of the Upside Down.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

What Eddie had always done from the moment he’d met you in the woods, what he’d wanted to do from the second he’d ripped Jason away from you.

“Keeping her safe,” Eddie replied softly, his eyes meeting Dustin’s. “Go to Fred’s gate. Wait for the others. I’ll meet you there.”

They both knew it was a lie.

“No. No, you promised her you’d go through the gate.”

“Yeah, I did.”

It was funny, how history repeated itself in the smallest ways.

Only days ago, Eddie had watched Nancy jump into Lover’s Lake after Steve, her bravery bordering on recklessness.

As unambiguous a sign of true love as those cynical eyes have ever seen.

He’d always understood why Nancy had done it. He’d known that he’d have done the same for you. No hesitation.

Eddie would have dived right into that cold, dark lake for the sliver of a chance to save you.

And that’s what he was doing now.

His eyes fell on the green silk ribbon you’d tied around his wrist only hours ago in the calm before the storm. It felt like an entire fucking lifetime ago.

He’d been so certain he’d never break a promise he made for you.

Eddie gave Dustin a sad little smile.

Goodbye, Dustin Henderson. Look after those lost little sheepies for me, ‘kay?

Eddie didn’t need to say the words.

He knew Dustin, the boy who, at some point along the way, had stopped being a friend to become a little brother to Eddie, understood.

And with the spear and shield in his hands, Eddie raced out of the trailer.

Onto the battlefield.

***

Max is dead.

Before you could react, let the realization settle in, you felt it.

Pain.

Not yours but Vecna’s.

***

The Warlock guitar lay broken on the ground, two parts dangling from the strings.

But Eddie didn’t need a guitar to divert the bats.

There were a million other ways to draw them in – make Vecna sic them upon him.

With a howl of rage, Eddie drove the tip of the spear down, into one of the black creepers running through this eerie realm like blood vessels, covering the dead grass at his feet.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU WANTED, RIGHT?! I’M RIGHT HERE!”

The thing hissed, an eerie sound amidst the quietness, as Eddie pierced the spear through the slick black thing for a second time, the bats nowhere to be seen in the skies.

“I’M HERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” His voice echoed across the trailer park’s mirror image as he kept attacking the creepers on the ground. “I’M HERE YOU FUCKER! COME AND GET ME! YOU WANT ME, DON’T YA?! I’M –“

The words were cut off as something wrapped around Eddie’s ankles.

And pulled.

The impact as he slammed into the ground momentarily knocked the wind from his lungs, pain bolting through his cracked ribs as he struggled to get back on his feet, realizing that he couldn’t.

The creepers.

The creepers on the ground had grabbed his ankles, chaining him to the ground.

Eddie lashed at them with the blade of his spear, cutting and slashing while they slithered up his legs, faster and faster, panic rising in his chest – as his eyes locked on the tree line right across the street, the wood surrounding the Forest Hills trailer park.

The naked trees looked…wrong.

Movement travelled through them, all along the edge of the woods.

The horrid realization had hit Eddie that it had been a trap.

The bats weren’t in the sky.

And they’d never left.

They’d hidden in the trees at the edge of the woods, waiting for him to take the bait in his blind, all-consuming fear for you.

A thousand eyeless faces swiveled in his direction as the swarm broke away from the trees.

Panic was clawing its way up his chest as Eddie frantically hacked away at the creepers pinning him to the ground, hard enough for the strings tying the knife to the staff to come loose.

There was no time. He grabbed the knife, the gash on his palm ripping open again, blood pooling through the already soaked gauze and running down his hand in wet rivulets as Eddie drove the knife into the writhing black substance of the creepers again and again, hacking them away piece by piece, too slow.

They fell away, their hissing sounds swallowed by the cacophony of the swarm of bats soaring across the street and towards him.

A tidal wave of wings, of talons and teeth.

Before Eddie could scramble back to his feet, it reached him.

And swallowed him whole.

***

Images were pelting on your mind in rapid-fire frequency.

Robin and Steve, throwing Molotov cocktails.

Nancy, cocking her shotgun as the stench of burning, rotten flesh filled the air, Vecna’s roars of pain.

And then, you felt them.

Hundreds, thousands of…of beings, neurons in a network.

Wasps in a hive.

A thousand consciousnesses becoming one.

The swarm of bats.

Having bided their time.

Waiting, hiding in the trees.

And then, they weren’t hiding anymore.

They were attacking.

Eddie had been right.

It had been a trap.

And you’d both fallen for it.

“I’ll take your songbird. I’ll break him, bone by bone. And when I’m done, I’ll shatter his mind the way you shattered his heart, little thief. And maybe then…I’ll put him out of his misery.”

That was why the bats hadn’t attacked you.

Because their master had held them back.

And once again, you’d been stupid enough to fall for his tricks.

No. No, no, no –

With Eddie’s name ripping from you in a broken, desperate scream, you raced down the hill.

Into the woods.

Towards the trailer park.

But even then, you knew you were too late.

***

They were upon him.

A maelstrom, trapping him in their midst, a pandemonium of wings slapping his face, talons reaching for him, as, with a scream of fury and despair, Eddie grabbed the shield from the ground, slamming it into the nearest of those creatures in an attempt to keep them away, keep them at bay.

But there was no way he could.

There were thousands of them.

Their movement made the world around him tilt with vertigo as he leashed out with the knife, the tails of one of those creatures already wrapping around his wrist mid-movement to restrain him, and Eddie screamed as they ripped him to the ground, the bones in his wrist crushed beneath the creatures tail as more of them pounced down.

Tails wrapped around his other wrist, his ankles, pinning him to the cold ground, writhing and struggling and helpless as pain took over and his vision blurred with his tears.

And then, the rest of the swarm hailed down on him.

[MIDNIGHT.]

The scene unfolding in front of you when you broke out of the woods, Eddie’s name carried through the air on your broken scream, was one you’d seen before.

So many times. Night after sweat-drenched, tear-soaked night.

In your nightmares, though, Eddie had screamed. Battle cries fusing into dying ones.

Nothing like the horrible silence pressing in from all sides as you raced across the road, down the gravel to the Munson trailer.

They made room for you, the sea of wings and teeth and talons parting for you.

Of course they did.

That’s what Vecna had always promised you.

To take Eddie. Making him pay for what you’d stolen, knowing that nothing would ever be able to break you like losing Eddie could.

It was only logical to grant you the front seat as he did it.

“EDDIE!” The scream shattered as you let yourself fall to the ground beside him, the last of the bats letting go of him and darting into the air before you could rip them away, your knees hitting the dead grass, wet with rain –

No, not rain.

There was no rain in the Upside Down.

It was blood, Eddie’s blood, soaking the dead grass. Soaking his Hellfire shirt, blossoms of red unfurling on the white fabric where the combat vest was glaring open because you’d ripped away the zipper only moments before everything had went to hell.

The bats had fallen silent, locking you in this moment as they drew their circles in the air around the two of you, keeping you at the eye of the storm.

The sound of your name leaving Eddie’s lips was the ghost of a whisper as his umber eyes found yours.

“Eddie. It’s – it’s okay, I’m here. I’m here.” Your hands pressed over the wounds on his chest in a desperate attempt to staunch the bleeding, stop the flow of blood that was pooling beneath your palms, running through your fingers, warm and bright, the life draining out of him too fast. “We’ll get you out of here, okay? You need to hold on, Eddie. You gotta hold on because we can get you out of here, patch you up like – like at Skull Rock, okay? We’ll –“ Your words were cut off with the sobs you were trying so hard to suppress for his sake.

“Gonna need…a lot of fish hooks,” Eddie pressed, his voice so weak, but his lips curved into the ghost of one of his radiant sunshine-smiles like always when he tried to make you laugh, set you at ease.

No fish hook in the world could mend those wounds.

You both knew it.

You both knew this was the end.

With a sob ripping from you, you shuffled closer, gently cradling the back of his head as your other hand brushed away a few stray curls from where they’d stuck to the blood seeping from the bite wound on his cheek.

Eddie’s eyes, those beautiful umber eyes, were glittering with the tears spilling down his face, mirroring the ones you so desperately tried to hold back for his sake.

“’M sorry,” Eddie breathed. His voice was frail, crumbling away beneath the agony of his wounds, “’m sorry I broke my promise. I thought –“

“I know,” you breathed, softly shushing him. “I know. It’s okay, Eddie. It’s fine.”

Nothing would ever be okay again.

You gently reached out with your free hand, catching the tears that were running down Eddie’s face, the pad of your thumb caressing his cheek as, his eyes firmly locked on yours instead of the swarm swirling around you in the air, Eddie whispered, “Did we win?”

No. No, you didn’t.

Max was dead.

And you could feel Vecna’s presence even now, a dark shadow eclipsing everything in this realm. His wrath, the pain of whatever wounds Nancy and the others had managed to inflict on him, yet not enough to kill.

“Yes,” you breathed, forcing a smile on your lips to carry the lie, “Yes, we did. We won. Nancy landed the Crit Hit. They’re all okay.”

The smile of relief on Eddie’s lips broke you into a thousand pieces, before it turned sad. So deeply sad. “’M sorry I’m not gonna be there to take you to prom.”

“Eddie –“, you sobbed.

“Promise me…promise me you’ll graduate,” Eddie breathed. “Promise me you’ll…go to the beach. Live your life, ‘kay? Be happy.”

You would never be again.

Not without him. Not without Eddie, because Eddie was your happiness. He was your sun to light the day and the moon to illuminate the night and the stars to guide you through the dark.

And all of this light…it was dying. Fading away.

When it was left, there would only be darkness left.

An eternal void, right inside of your chest.

“You need…you need to promise me, monster slayer,” Eddie choked, his eyes pleading as he forced out the words. You could see how much it pained him to speak.

“Eddie –“

“Promise you’ll be happy again. Promise you’ll never lose that…that beautiful laugh of yours, ‘kay?”

There were no words. You couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe, your world ending yet the one you were in kept spinning as you forced yourself to nod, forced the tears away because if they started falling, they’d blur your vision and you couldn’t let that happen because you wanted to see Eddie, wanted to see the radiance of the soft smile he gave you despite the agony he must have been in; wanted to see the light in his beautiful umber eyes before it would forever be snuffed out.

“I need…to hear it, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you choked out. It wasn’t a lie, not exactly. Because you wouldn’t lose your laugh.

Eddie would take it with him wherever he was going now, into the place where you couldn’t follow no matter how much you wished you could.

The lyrics of Max’s song came to your mind.

If I only could make a deal with god, and get him to swap our places…

You would. Without a second of hesitation.

But there was no god in this realm filled with horrors.

Only Vecna.

And Vecna didn’t make deals.

He only took.

“I love you-hoo, monster slayer,” Eddie whispered, blinking against his tears. “It’s always been you.”

The words faded into the air, barely more than a susurration. Soft like a spring breeze.

And the light, this radiant light in Eddie’s beautiful umber eyes, all the sparks and life which had been there, so vibrant…it was snuffed out.

Just like that.

You wanted to catch it like fireflies in the summer night’s air, trap it in a glass and put it back into Eddie’s eyes.

But you couldn’t bring it back.

There was no power in the world that could.

What stayed behind was the tenderness with which Eddie had always gazed at you, the ghost of his soft sunshine-smiles on his lips as if even his final breaths, so happy that you were with him, joy had won over the agony of his wounds, the terror of death.

But Eddie…Eddie was gone.

Vecna had made true of his promise.

He’d taken the most precious thing away from you after all.

He’d taken away your songbird.

He’d taken Eddie from you.

The scream which had been locked within your chest ripped free.

Of agony and loss and rage, clawing at you, ripping out of you from deep within, from the spot where you could feel something break.

Shatter.

Irreversibly, into so many pieces, that you would never be able to mend them, breaking and breaking until they were too small to break any further.

Like sand was made.

Maybe your heart would turn into a beach, to contain the ocean of darkness which spread through you, numbing your body as you keeled over, your face pressed into the crook of Eddie’s neck, his soft curls tickling your cheeks. The warmth had not yet started to fade from his skin, his scent of soap and chocolate and the faint traces of cigarettes still clinging to him beneath the metallic tang of blood.

“I love you, too,” you choked out, nuzzling your face against the side of his neck, the angry red marks the tails of the bats had left there, before you placed the softest of kisses on his lips. “I will always, always love you, Eddie Munson.”

You curled up on the hard ground, Eddie’s blood on the grass as cold now as the rest of this dark realm, and rested your head on his chest, above the spot where his heart had fluttered so beautifully against your palm only hours before.

Your favorite tune in the world, silenced forever.

You stayed like this. Curled up against Eddie’s side, your head resting on his chest, sobs ripping through you as the bats kept drawing their circles around the two of you, the flutter of their wings filling the air with soft rustles as the spores drifted all around you like fresh snow, settling in Eddie’s curls, in your lashes, on your cheeks.

You waited for them to cover you whole.

Find their way into your lungs and suffocate you like this grief was, this all-consuming grief tearing you apart.

To make it all stop.

To let you follow to wherever Eddie had gone.

***

Death, stories had taught Eddie, was supposed to be gentle.

It was supposed to be a warm, dark current to immerse him, make the agony of his wounds stop – but how could it ever be gentle and peaceful knowing that he’d leave his monster slayer behind in this horrible, freezing dark realm? How could it be peaceful when Eddie knew the girl he loved more even than he loved music and stories would stay behind, after going through so much already, left alone to weep over his body in this horrible place full of monsters?

I’m sorry. Eddie’s fingers found your green ribbon tied around his wrist; the silk soft beneath his fingertips. It was still there.

I will always, always come back to you, monster slayer. I promise.

The second promise he’d broken.

I’m so sorry, sweetheart.

When Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, there was only darkness. All around him.

The kind of darkness that was eternal, stretching on and on and on.

A void.

And Eddie was…afloat?

No, not afloat.

There was water, covering the ground all around him, but it didn’t soak him. He didn’t feel it.

He didn’t feel anything.

The agony of his wounds was gone – and so were the wounds, he realized as his hands shot out to his face, his chest.

“What the –“

The whisper travelled through the air, filling the silence of this place, mingling with the soft sloshing sound of the water beneath him as he rolled to his side, hackles raising.

There was something else there. In the darkness with him.

He could feel it, a looming presence.

Watching him.

He climbed back to his feet, the water at his feet gurgling happily, its echo floating through the eerie silence of this void.

And when Eddie turned around…

Something had changed.

There was a table, amidst the darkness, its legs sinking into the water.

A single, large table, like those in the Hawkins High cafeteria.

And on the table…

“What the fuck,” Eddie whispered, grasping one of the little figurines placed on the tabletop to examine it – just as a movement made his head snap up and his attention zone in on the figure at the head of the table, rising from a lonely chair, behind a black-and-silver dungeon master’s screen positioned there.

Eddie’s dungeon master screen, he realized, the doodle of the skull with the flash of lightning and the bat wings staring back at him from where he’d taped it to the plastic years ago. It had been the first draft of the Hellfire Club logo.

And the face surfacing from behind the screen, the lonely figure rising from the throne at the table’s head…

It was a little boy.

Seven, maybe eight years old, with the most unsettling eyes Eddie had ever seen.

The vibrant blue of blooming forget-me-nots dotting the sides of hiking trails in the woods around Lover’s Lake come summer.

A dark premonition or an educated guess, but…Eddie knew who the little boy was.

“Hello, Edward.”

Eddie flinched at the sound of that name, placing the little figurine of the Mind Flayer back on the table in front of him, watching the boy tilt his head with a quirk of his lips, the ghost of a devious smirk that was so weirdly out of place on the child’s serene little face.

The boy’s arm shot out as he tossed something, and Eddie caught it mid-air, something small and hard. Like a pebble stone.

When he opened his palm to assess what it was he’d just caught, Eddie’s eyes widened.

Resting in his palm was a crimson D&D dice.

“Will you play a game with me, Eddie?”, Henry Creel asked.

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓

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Death of Me - Chapter 4: What Not To Expect When You’re Expecting

Chapter 4 | Series Masterlist

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Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, mentions of needles and needle phobia, honestly at this point you're here to be hurt and I'm here to do the hurting. Hawkins PD are incredibly ineffective at their jobs and stupid.

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"It's not that bad." Steve tries, and fails, to sound nonchalant.

Eddie stares at him for what feels, to Steve, like an eternity. Before pointedly jangling the cuff that now secures his wrist to the railing of his bed.

"Not that bad, huh?"

A few hours earlier

This morning had been worse than most for your nausea, not helped by knowing you were going to have a blood draw in the afternoon. When the time rolled around for your appointment you were an anxiety ridden mess, needle phobia is a bitch like that. You'd already pushed the appointment back a week and it had done nothing but prolong your anxiety.

Your mother had left work to take an extended lunch break to accompany you to this appointment, knowing you were a fainting risk. She had been on her best behaviour lately regarding out of pocket comments about Eddie, you could ignore the lip pursing at least.

For all the anxiety it had caused you, the blood draw wasn't so bad, your mother had been suggesting baby names to you from a book, keeping you focused on her while the nurse stuck you.

"Melissa?"

You snort, "Please, just mentally say that potential name for me. Sounds ridiculous."

"Oh. You're not sticking with your surname for baby?" Before you can open your mouth your mother speaks again, holding a hand up,

"I'm not criticising. I'm not judging. I am merely asking if you're sure that's in the best interests of this child."

You glance sideways at the nurse in earshot and glare at your mother wordlessly until the nurse leaves to take your blood out to the lab.

"You will see, Eddie is innocent, they'll clear his name. And yes, the baby is getting his surname. " You set your jaw, defiance glinting in your eyes before your mother backs down, not wanting to cause you any more stress.

"Okay then… Bruce?"

"Definitely not."

You're shifting into a sitting position to climb off the bed and sway slightly, your mother quickly holds you in place by your arms,

"Easy, easy. There's no rush." You pause, allowing the dizzy sensation to pass before sliding off the bed, still supported by your mother,

"I can stand by myself."

"Humour me, you're still my baby. Even at appointments for your baby." You walk to the cafeteria together, your mother insisting on feeding you before she heads back to the office. You sit at a table and groan immediately,

"Bathroom, back in a minute." Your bladder seems to have shrunk on a weekly basis, now at 13 weeks you're sure it's an egg cup size or smaller, and you have no idea how you're supposed to function beyond 30 weeks by which time you estimate your bladder will have ceased to exist.

As you're leaving the bathroom there is a commotion, police officers swarming the building and running up the stairs. None of the staff on duty in the hospital seem particularly alarmed by their presence so you let your curiosity get the better of you. You had overheard the floor number on the radios so you head up in the elevator, as the doors open you can see them going into a room almost opposite you, just down the hall. You try to creep along, get a glimpse of the drama but the door is quickly slammed shut before you get too close. You can hear muffled shouting before Steve Harrington is ejected from the room, and held back by officers.

You swear Hawkins just gets weirder by the year as you return to the cafeteria downstairs.

"Any day now, Lucas. She's going to come back. Just like Eddie." Dustin meets Lucas' eyes from across the bed, Lucas prays Dustin is right. The waiting is torture, so is the anxiety that she might wake up when he's not there and think he left her alone.

"I hope so."

"Me too man, me too."

The peaceful moment is broken by the sounds of heavy footsteps running, shouting,

"Oh shit." Dustin and Lucas realise what is happening almost immediately, Dustin poking his head out of the door in time to see Steve getting hauled out of the room, officers now standing guard outside Eddie's room. Steve catches Dustin's face peering out from Max's room and immediately stops struggling against the officers holding him,

"Okay I'm good, I'm good. I'll come with you to answer your questions." Steve is led away, not cuffed but certainly being restrained by the officers. Dustin shuts the door quietly, trying not to draw attention, Lucas is immediately in front of him and startles him slightly,

"That doesn't seem great."

"No it doesn't, Robin and Nancy need to know." Lucas nods and looks back to Max, clearly unwilling to leave her side.

"Don't worry, I'll go." Dustin waits a few minutes before stepping out and walking as casually as he can to the elevator.

"So you're telling us that Eddie is innocent and you can prove it? Well blow us away Harrington."

"I need to speak to Hopper, Jim. He'll be able to understand."

Callahan shakes his head from the other side of the table,

"No, see, you don't get to make demands. You were found in the hospital room of our resident murderer. At best you were conspiring to help Eddie Munson escape, at worst, you're his co-conspirator and you helped him with his murders. We know he wasn't acting alone."

"No, that's not what happened. Eddie didn't do anything, neither did I!"

Sweat is trickling down Steve's back, he knows the truth won't be believed by anyone here in this room.

"Please. I'm not demanding, I just need to speak to Hopper. Please." The officers questioning Steve share a glance.

"Eh what the hell, call him."

Hopper is in the room within 30 minutes, and he and Steve are sitting in his car after Hopper makes the point that actually, no, they can't hold him indefinitely and he is allowed to leave the room.

Steve explains the situation as calmly and as quietly as he can, the two men come up with a plan, a plan to get Eddie out of the hospital before he can be taken into police custody.

"You know he's going to be hunted again right? He's going to have to agree to this plan before we can make a move."

Steve nods,

"I understand, we can't let him go down for something he had nothing to do with."

"Well, someone will have to take the fall for this Steve. Its not like I can tell the nice officers what you've just told me and lead them into the Upside Down looking for Vecna. As for Eddie, do you have some place where we can hide him while we get everything straightened out? Somewhere they wouldn't think to search?"

Steve thinks and comes up empty, then a small spark,

"He mentioned a girlfriend but wouldn't tell me her name. Henderson knows though."

Hopper looks at Steve for a second, waiting for him to catch up, when he recieves a blank stare Hopper speaks up,

"If the police know about the girlfriend do we not think they would search her house first?" He speaks slowly and using his hands to punctuate his sentence.

"Shit." Steve had not considered that Dustin might not be the only person in the world other than Eddie who knew who Eddie's mystery girlfriend was.

"Okay, how's this. We lead them to search your house. They will come up empty handed because I'm presuming Eddie isn't a frequent guest at your house? Once they have searched we will the move Eddie to your house. We can hide him at my cabin for those few days."

"Thank you." Steve nods, his house is certainly big enough to hide Eddie until this blows over.

"Don't thank me yet kid, if this is the Big One, we're going to need all the manpower we can get. He better heal quickly. And he's not skipping town if he heals in time." Steve's stomach lurches, the not knowing of what comes next after those gates opened has probably given him a stomach ulcer by this point. He knows what comes next won't be good, but maybe this time they will get the upper hand and take the son of a bitch down.

The two men drive to the hospital mostly in silence, and find Eddie's room unguarded, Hopper is once again astounded at the ineffectiveness of the police department as they enter Eddie's room unimpeded.

After Eddie's initial and well earned sassing of Steve he listens to the plan.

"Aw shit, Harrington if you wanted me to move in with you, you could have just asked."

"I'm taking that as a 'yes I agree to the plan'." Eddie nods,

"Do you want us to call your uncle, maybe clue him in on what's happening. Maybe let him know you're not dead?"

"Is it safe for him to know?" Eddie looks at Hopper, conflicted. He would give anything to see his old man again, probably get the lecture of a lifetime and be grounded until he was 45 but it would be so worth it to tell Wayne he was okay. But Hopper can't lie to Eddie and say for certain Wayne would not be implicated or arrested if they made contact.

"And the girlfriend can't know yet either, if that's how we're playing it." Eddie nods again.

His plans to leave Hawkins or stay change depending on the direction of the wind these days. In his heart he wants to stay, have his "holy shit you're alive" moments with both you and Wayne probably have a mug chucked at his head by you, but his head tells him that he would put you both in danger, drag you down with him. How could he do that to the two people he loves the most? So maybe leaving is the best option. He doesn't truly believe that Hopper can clear his name, and is only going along with it so his friends don't feel guilty or that they didn't try hard enough.

Your mother drops you off home after your appointment, leaving you to flip through the copy of what your mother has referred to as "The New Pregnancy Bible". The floral imagery and the evidently much older than you woman on the cover had made you cringe, and chapters on planning your pregnancy received a scoffed laugh as you skipped past those.

"Bit late for that." You joke to your empty bedroom.

You skim read most of the chapters, as you'd expected there's no advice on what to expect when you're expecting a baby and your boyfriend is dead, accused of murdering your best friend. You suspect that market would be incredibly niche.

You get up from your bed to place the book on your desk, keen to focus on something non-pregnancy related for just five minutes of your day when you catch sight of something in the mirror that makes you gasp softly,

"Oh!"

Your gaze is frozen in the mirror, turning your torso back and forth, a small smile playing on your lips as you notice it. It's probably mostly a result of your lunch, but you can see a new curve at your abdomen. You run a hand down it slowly,

"Hi there, baby."

Every milestone you reach just makes this more real, actually seeing your bump becoming visible is another reminder that this is happening, you're having Eddie's baby. And while you'd be the first to admit that you do not feel ready there's also another part of you that can't wait to love on this child, make sure they know who their daddy was and that he would have adored them. Wayne's comment about the Munson nose has stuck in your mind and you'd be lying if you said you didn't picture this baby as a carbon copy of Eddie, eyes like melted chocolate and curly hair that you can never quite seem to tame or even untangle, and that's if you can even get this child to sit still for five minutes.

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sabinemorans · 2 years

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Roll for Seduction

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4K+

NSFW Warnings 18+ ONLY: penetrative sex, some teasing, condoms used

You caught up with Eddie briefly after school. Walking down the hallway near each other wasn’t going to arouse suspicion since it was crowded and it gave you an opportunity to confirm what time he wanted you over. While everyone was chatting loudly and racing to get out, you caught his eye meaningfully and he winked.

“7:30,” he mouthed and you nodded before speeding up to walk closer to your friends. He watched you go with a dreamy look in his eyes, then raced to his car. He had some cleaning to do.

His uncle worked the night shift so he’d be gone until dawn the next day, giving you and Eddie ample time to have a romantic evening that would end-if all went well-with the two of you passed out in each other’s arms. Eddie stopped in the middle of cleaning his room and smiled so big it hurt his cheeks. He was going to absolutely, positively, blow you away.

A couple of hours later, his uncle was gone and after a couple of deals were made for extra cash Eddie was waiting impatiently for you to arrive. He’d cleaned his room up (it wasn’t really dirty, just messy), ordered pizza for you both and even tidied up the common area of the trailer. There were even some special items he’d placed in easily accessible areas in his room-you know, for later.

7:25. He had gone ahead and got you what you always got to drink and set it next to his beer when he heard a knock. A knock in the same pattern he’d used earlier. Eddie practically tripped over his own feet to get to the door and when he yanked it open and saw you standing there his head felt fluttery. God…he loved you. Confessing fully hadn’t been on the table tonight in his original plans but…maybe it would be later.

“Hey handsome~” You purr, boldly pushing in past him and shutting the door behind you without looking. Your hands slide up his torso, starting at his hips and coming up, up, up until they tangle in his hair for the second time that day. The memory of the abandoned classroom burst into Eddie’s mind and he had to fight the urge to fall to his knees before you. He had a plan dammit! A very sexy, romantic plan and by God he was gonna execute it! “Did you miss me?”

He leaned down and kissed you softly, his arms coming around to squeeze you to him so once again there was little space between your bodies. He slipped his tongue inside only briefly before moving his soft lips to your neck and ear. “Mmm…so fucking much. I touched your panties in my back pocket all day and guess what?”

Your nose was nuzzling his neck, just as desperate for him as he was for you and you made an inquisitive noise.

“I aced my test. I think they’re a lucky charm now.”

“Oh baby, that's great! I’m sure that was just us studying hard though and not my panties. You dirty boy, I can’t believe you even took them.” You were mockingly upset but he saw through it, shaking his head slightly. He’d felt your fingers tighten ever so slightly when he brought them up, you were turned on by it too.

“Now I think I’ve gotta start doing it often. Maybe I’ll ace all my tests if I have a little piece of you with me every day.” The soft whimper that left your lips at the thought of being bare beneath those skirts and cute little shorts you wore made him groan in response and cup the back of your neck to bring you closer. “Mmm you like that idea huh? I can do it for the rest of the year and then when we graduate, and run off together I won’t have to hide anything. I’ll put something for you on my battle vest and wear it proudly wherever I go.”

“Oh Eddie…” Your eyes became wide with wonder and emotion, love specifically he hoped. Your lips pressed to his and his hands slid down to your ass to grab it firmly, a sigh of relief flooding through his body at tasting you again. You’d had another New Coke in the few hours the two of you had been apart and he smiled into the kiss.

“You taste like Coke…”

“M’sorry,” you mumble while he peppers your mouth and cheeks with soft kisses. “I know you don’t like the taste.”

“Mmm…no it’s ok. It’s fine. I’d rather taste it from you, you make everything taste good.” Eddie runs his nose along yours, thumbs playing with your jugular vein. He strokes it softly so you sigh sweetly and become putty in his hands.

“Fuckin’ smooth talker,” you mumble against his lips when he kisses you again.

“Yeah, you love it. C'mon let’s eat. You fed me so let me feed you sweetheart.” Eddie leads you to the couch and doesn’t let your hand go until he absolutely has to.

“My favorite pizza and you have a drink for me, all nice and ready! Aren’t you the sweetest? If I didn’t know you were a good boy I’d say you’ve done something naughty, Eddie Baby.” You lean into his side and give his cheek a lingering kiss, which makes him eager for more. The words ‘good boy’ sent a shiver down his body and he gulped slightly, looking over at you already eating your slice with relish. You caught his gaze and winked, no doubt noticing the flush on his cheeks.

Eddie stumbles for words for a second and ends up just taking a swig of his beer. He could see you giggling out of the corner of his eye and felt warmth flood through him. You were so gonna get it.

The two of you ate and laughed and watched TV, which was overall one of the most perfect dates that could happen. Eddie loved being with you, no matter if you were poking fun at his shows (he loved the Twilight Zone and Macgyver), listening to him practice guitar, or just sitting near him and reading. Having you close enough that he could sniff your hair or press a kiss to your skin was paradise to him and since you lived in suburbia it was hard to have a normal kind of date like this.

“Where do your parents think you are?” He asks curiously, playing with your hair. One arm was around you to keep you pressed into his side-always needing you as close as possible. The hand that wasn’t playing with your hair was sliding along your bare arm, dipping under the sleeve of your t-shirt occasionally. It hadn’t escaped his notice that you were wearing your gym clothes, the gray Hawkins High t-shirt and the green athletic shorts and it made him wonder briefly if you had your own plans for tonight. You two had met in gym your freshman year after all and it was most definitely when you’d fallen in love so of course he had an attachment to your uniform.

You snuggled closer to him, sliding a hand along his chest and humming a bit at the feel of him. “Robin’s. Even though I gave up band, we’re still friends and she can keep a secret. I’ll probably catch a ride with her and Steve tomorrow morning.”

Eddie grunted at the mention of Steve Harrington. He didn’t hate the guy, they just weren’t exactly on good terms. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and a grin. He frowns. “What are you grinning at?”

“Nothing,” you purred, leaning up to kiss his cheek, your hand sliding up his chest to cup his face. Eddie hums softly and automatically brings his hands up to your hips as you move to straddle him. When you’re sitting right on his dick through his jeans he sighs with happiness.

“It’s not nothing sweetheart. C’mon tell me.” Before I lose my patience and fuck you right here, he thinks.

“I just think it’s cute that you act jealous of Steve, even though you have nothing to worry about.” Pulling back from planting soft kisses on his cheek that made his toes curl, you had a smile on your face a mile wide.

“Nothing to worry about huh?” His hands grip your hips tighter and rock you ever so slightly on his hardening cock. Your weight alone had gotten things started and it wouldn’t be long before he was bursting at the seams to be buried inside you. “You sure? He’s not gonna do something with his hair and make you swoon?”

It was a joke, yet he still felt his mouth tighten a little at the thought. But you laughed, loud and bright making his heart swell with love.

“No! Of course not! Steve’s hair is nice but…” Fingers slipping into his hair, your face was suddenly right in his with your next words ghosting across his lips like a promise. “I prefer a rockstar look more.”

Swallowing hard Eddie kisses you passionately, moaning into your mouth while he gropes at your ass. “Now who’s the smooth talker?” He mumbles against your lips.

When he feels like he’ll die if he doesn’t breathe he pulls back and quickly pulls you to his room. All the mess was cleaned, his covers washed and there was even a second pillow on his bed for you but he barely gave you time to notice.

Out of habit Eddie locks his bedroom door and then is on you again, tongue taking up residence in your sweet mouth while his hands worship the soft skin under your shirt. You aren’t idle though, not simply content to enjoy his touch on you, your own hands scramble under his clothes to feel him back. His battle vest and his leather jacket were both off in a flash. You tried to pull up his Hellfire Club shirt but he caught your hands in his.

Big brown eyes blown wide with need, Eddie kisses your knuckles then pushes you onto his bed. “Not so fast sweetheart, I’ve got plans for you tonight. Let’s slow it down a little.” He winks, and feels accomplished when you pout at him. You were so fucking cute when you did that.

“But Eddie,” you whined as you kicked your shoes and socks off but not taking your eyes off him. “I’ve been thinking about you all day…”

“And I’ve been thinking about you sweetheart, but just trust me. I wanna enjoy you, all of you as much as I can. You trust me right?” Eddie had tossed his boots and socks to the side and had started working on his belt when he noticed you hadn’t answered him. Belt open and hanging down from his jeans he looked up, finding your eyes glued to his ringed hands on the leather. He chuckled, making you jump and meet his eyes finally. “Distracted already huh? You wanna finish this for me?”

You swallow hard and nod. Your legs open wider without you conscious of it as he steps forward. Your face is level with his still clothed stomach and when you press a kiss to it Eddie can’t help but groan a little. You were just so fucking sweet…

The belt came off slowly and Eddie even let you get so far as to unbutton his jeans before he stopped you. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “Now can you answer me? You trust me right?”

You nod, then wet your lips. “With all my heart Eddie…”

“Good.” With confirmation Eddie strips off his shirt and drops it, his cock throbbing as he looks at the absolute neediness in your eyes. He’d never found himself super attractive or unattractive but the way you looked at him with your eyes raking over his lean body made him feel like the most beautiful man in the world. He lets you run your hands along his now bare torso while he ties his hair back in a low messy bun; then he moves your dominant hand into his jeans, onto the bulge in his boxers.

“Fuck, Eddie…you’re so hard already…” You were practically drooling for him, your thumb running along his hard length while your hips slightly ground against his bed.

“Shit that feels good,” Eddie moans, sliding his hand up and down your arm for a moment and then scooping you up under your armpits and moving you onto the pillows. He yanks his jeans off before crowding you on the bed, arms on either side of you while his mouth takes control of yours. Your hands run down his back and your legs come up to wrap around his waist tightly. He lets out a guttural noise at your nails digging into his skin and ruts himself against you, his cock beginning to leak with need.

When his hands move down under your ass to get you at an even better angle something finally clicks. He pulls back, breathless and looks down at you.

“What’s wrong?” You’re panting, lips kiss swollen and your eyes go wide as his hands slip under your shorts to grab you skin to skin. You yelp and cling to his shoulders in surprise. “E-Eddie!”

Eddie grins and squeezes the soft flesh beneath his calloused fingers. He’s rutting again now but slower, tortuously slower. “You’re not wearing any panties…I can’t believe I didn’t notice before! You changed clothes but kept going without huh? Didn’t want me to take another trophy?”

“What?? N-No I-I just…I just didn’t uhm…” You floundered. His smug look has that cute little crease in your brow showing up and you opened your mouth to speak but instead only a deep, greedy moan came out. He’d rolled his hips perfectly against you. You whined and clutched at him harder. “Mean…”

Eddie lowers his mouth to yours and teasingly licks at your lower lip, dragging it out so you squeeze him hard with your thighs. “Watch your mouth baby before I fuck it and leave this pretty pussy empty. You don’t want that do you?”

You whined again and shook your head. He smirked. “Didn’t think so.”

He slowly untangles himself from your limbs to begin undressing you. Your shorts are slid off with kisses to the inside of your knees and then he’s over you again, pulling up your shirt with his teeth while making heavy eye contact that has you both shivering. When that’s also discarded he leans back with a hand on his cock, stroking it over his shorts to admire you. His warm brown eyes take you in from your heaving chest to your already glistening folds and Eddie lets out a breath of sheer awe. No matter how many times he saw you like this it would never cease to amaze him. That you were here with him, bared and wanting him as much as he wanted you.

Eddie looks into your eyes and says the words he’s been thinking of for years out loud. “I love you.”

He hears your breath catch, worry shooting through him suddenly only for a wave of relief to wash over him when you sit up and cup his face in your hands. You’re both smiling like idiots suddenly and Eddie nuzzles into your palm lovingly.

“Oh Eddie, I love you too. There’s no one else for me but you, you got that? Just me and you, Munson. Forever.”

“Forever, sweetheart…” Eddie whispers, mouth crushing against yours briefly before he reaches into the top drawer of his nightstand. Swallowing hard Eddie pulls out a condom from the waiting box in there, and is sliding between your soaked lips once it’s on. As he lines himself up, one hand cupping your face he promises, “one day, I’m gonna make you a Munson too.”

With complete relish he watches your eyes widen at his words and then flutter closed as he sinks inside you, a deep groan escaping his chest. Your body arches against his and Eddie leans his head down to your shoulder as if in prayer, mumbling against the skin. His pace is slow but deep, filling you completely and feeling every little twitch of you around him. Deep groans leave your chest, your hands sliding down his bare back in such a sweet caress Eddie finds himself whining softly into your ear. His hands slide underneath your ass to pop your hips up more, angling himself deeper to make you cry out.

“Fuck-Eddie,” you gasped against him, your mouth pressing wet and needy kissed along his shoulder while your thighs squeezed him around the waist.

“Yeah babydoll? You like it?” It was fucking torture for him to fuck you so slow like this, to feel your heat around him so totally then leave it-only to plunge back in at the same pace but he could endure it if it meant a harder orgasm for you. Eddie could endure a lot of things to give you pleasure or even just to make you smile. His teeth graze your ear teasingly and then he’s pulling back and sitting up on his knees while still buried in you.

He pushes back his bangs which are a bit sweaty now from his forehead and suddenly grins at you.

“What?” You ask once you realize he’s grinning, wetting your lips a little.

“Nothing, I just like watching your eyes wander…” Your gaze has gone from his face to his bicep and then down his chest, lingering on his tattoos. It made him feel warm inside to know you were visually struck by him. Watching you lustfully look at him gave him confidence like nothing else did. Eddie drags his hand down his chest and his lean stomach, his cock throbbing at the sight of you eagerly watching this movement. When he reaches between the two of you he lets a callused finger brush against your clit.

You gasp, your body involuntarily pulsing around his cock making him lean his head back and moan. “Fuck…you feel so perfect.”

He shivered when your hand reached down to grasp at his hand on your thigh, stroking the top with your nails lightly. Goddammit you were so fucking good. You were twitching under his thumb and the gentle circle he was making with it and slowly, again making it torture for you both he began to pump in and out of your pussy. It was leaking out around him, coating him with so much slick it was becoming impossible for him to keep the torture up. Before he knew it Eddie was pushing inside faster, his thumb’s rotations becoming smaller and more focused where he knew you needed it.

The pace became desperate but not frantic-he still wants to drag it all out as best he can but you just feel too fucking good. So hot, so wet inside all for him. And your noises fuck the noises it was like you were in heaven with him inside you and it only spurred him on more. He leaned down and fucked your mouth with his tongue as he drove into you, and when you were so far gone you couldn’t kiss back his mouth assaulted your neck instead. He bit, sucked and made his mark all over both sides of your neck while praising you for taking him so well.

“Shit-so good,” he panted into your ear as he tilted your hips up to make the angle deeper. “So good for me, god, baby I love it-I love you.”

You stuttered out that you loved him too and suddenly were moaning louder, your grip on his back tightening. “E-Eddie m-m’close,” you breathed, trying to pry your eyes open to see him.

“Yeah? You wanna cum? Is that it? You wanna cum all over my cock huh?” Eddie pressed in fully and moved his free hand between the two of you to press on your lower stomach making you scream his name. “Cmon I wanna hear it. Can you ask me if you can cum? Can you?”

One of your hands gripped at his hair then and tugged so deliciously hard he almost came right then. “C-can I cum baby,” you begged, your eyes open just enough to meet his. “Please? Fuck-pretty please can I? I need it so bad!”

Goddammit he couldn’t deny you. He nodded and picked his pace back up, going so fast now that the sound of skin on skin in his tiny room was frankly obscene. Eddie watched as your breathing hitched higher and higher and you arched more off the bed. So close, so close you were making that cute face you did and your pussy was tightening around him and-

Everything went white. You screamed his name and clamped down so hard on him his thrusts stuttered. Head tilted back to the ceiling Eddie yelled out your name without a thought to his neighbors; riding out the high while still rubbing at you, albeit a bit more lazily. You tap out when you can’t take anymore and he stops immediately.

“Fuck…I came so hard” he says with a slight laugh, his breath coming in soft pants. “Your pussy is just too good. Like it was fuckin’ made for me. I couldn’t even last long enough for everything I’d planned...” Not that it had at all been a waste.

You laugh from below him and pull on his hair gently to bring him down to you. He kisses you languidly, as if you both have all the time in the world. “I think it was,” you say against his lips. “Just for you…”

“I’m a lucky guy, the luckiest guy in Hawkins.”

“Mmmm I agree! We’re both lucky. Who else finds love so early?” You press your forehead to his and high him tight, pressing your chests together.

Eddie lets out a soft sigh, burying his face in your neck and shrugs. “I’m just glad we did…”

***

Eventually he has to pull out of you. After some soft kisses he leaves the bed to throw the condom away and brings water and juice for you both. He has to take his hair from the bun as it had come loose from your tugging and he shakes it out. He fixes it and then takes the juice cup from you, draining the other half. He can feel your eyes on him and he turns his head slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Something catch your eye?”

Your fingers reach out to touch the half crescents in his skin from your digging, dozens of them all over his back and you smile. “You of course. All of you. But I was thinking…what was all the stuff you had planned huh?”

Eddie flushed a little and shrugged. “You know I just…I just wanted to last longer. Do more…stuff.” He grabs the water cup to have something to do and even as the icy cold water gives him a chill it’s not enough to break the heat of your gaze.

“Stuff? Liiiiiike?” You prompted, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist and kissing on his shoulder softly. Goosebumps prickle along his skin and he swears he can feel your smile against him.

“Well I…I wanted to do more positions. Really take my time with you more. Drag it out. I wanted…” Eddie looks over his shoulder at you, his gaze hot. “I wanted to wear you out so badly we’d both call out of school.”

Even though he’d just cum he felt a twitch inside him at your reaction. Your mouth had opened slightly and you’d squirmed. He looked at you with interest, suddenly putting his glass on his nightstand and then pinning you to the bed yet again. Hands wrapped tightly around your wrists Eddie watched you wriggle beneath him with obvious want, a naughty smirk creeping onto his face.

“Turned on again after all that? I love it… You think you could cum again for me?”

“Mmmm…maybe after a little bit,” you confessed, biting your lip a little as you studied him. He hums, leaning down to drag his nose along yours and then along your cheek as he thinks.

“Why don’t we rest a bit, and we’ll see what happens, Hm?”

“Deal.”

You snuggled up together under his covers and put your face in his neck, which made him smile into your hair. Together your breathing deepens and becomes more even, heart rates slowing almost in tandem. Before the curtain of darkness could fall over his eyes completely you asked, “Eddie? Did you mean it?”

He grunts softly and he squeezes you a little tighter. “Mm?”

“What you said…about making me a Munson?”

Eddie pulled back, just enough to see your silhouette in the moonlight streaming through his window. Caressing your cheek with his thumb he murmurs, “Yeah sweetheart. I meant it with everything in me.”

You sighed happily and nuzzled your way back into your spot in the crook of his neck. “Good. It’s a plan then. I love you Eddie.”

Eddie kissed the top of your head and tangled your legs together, arms holding you tightly to him.

“And I love you sweetheart…”

As sleep overcomes Eddie he has one last thought, and that’s what it would be like to have you handcuffed to a bed frame, with one of his rings on your left ring finger.

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dumbalthxe · 2 years

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It’ll be okay : Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

Description: You have been going out with Billy Hargrove and has been honestly miserable,you always ranted to your dealer Eddie about it, you loved how he genuinely listened and tried to give advice but that’s not the only thing you loved about him. (Billy lovers pls don’t hate me I promise I have nothing against him)

TW: cussing,aggressive behavior,drugs,depression,shower together (wholesome)…if I forgot something pls lmk

Disclaimer: pls remember as you read I don’t write alot and I didn’t proof read this so pls just overlook any mistakes :) other than that enjoy!

You walked through the woods behind Hawkins High, branches snapping and leaves crunching with every step, this was a weekly trip you had made after school and it honestly was burning holes in your pockets. You hugged yourself as the cold air came in contact with your warm skin “almost there” you whispered to yourself as you continued to walk.

Right when you were about to get to the picnic table that was covered in graffiti you noticed Eddie wasn’t sitting in his spot with his iconic black toolbox he kept his stuff in. “What the?” You looked around and Eddie was no where to be found. The feeling of disappointment washed over you and you turned around and began to make your way back toward the high school when suddenly someone screamed and grabbed you which caused you to scream as well and elbow whoever decided it’d be cute to grab you.

“Ow fuck y/n” you heard a familiar voice speak as you were let go and you turned around to see Eddie kneeled over with his arms over his stomach looking up at you “oh my god Eddie I’m so sorry but you can’t be doing that!” You scolded him and watched as he slowly stood up and got closer. You felt yourself get more nervous but you stayed frozen right where you were standing. Eddie grabbed a strand of your hair and played with it “it’s okay y/n, since I scared you so bad I’ll discount the weed for todays transaction, is that a deal sweetheart?” He ended his proposition with a wink and I smiled and nodded at him.

You knew Billy would be absolutely pissed If he had seen your guys interaction just now but you didn’t really care at the moment, everything felt like it didn’t matter just you and Eddie, you felt guilty about how you’ve had these feelings toward Eddie whilst with Billy but honestly there’s no telling how Billy will react if you try to leave. I mean it’s not wrong having thoughts right? You’d never truly act on them.

You two sat at the picnic table that had “art” carved into it. “So since I scared you, I’ll make sure to throw in a little extra along with that discount you’re getting” he spoke as he pulled out a ziploc bag and then lightly tossed it to you, you had luckily caught it and then handed him his money.

Right when you were about to thank him you heard a familiar voice yelling your name for a distance and you let out a long sigh “I’m so sorry” you apologized to Eddie before running out of the woods and toward the voice who was screaming for you. “Fuck” you stopped in front of Billy out of breath and holding your sides “I’m definitely not athletic” you complained and Billy stood there clearly not amused.

Your smile faded and you looked down at your beat up shoes “y/n. You spend way too much time with that freak for you to just be getting drugs” he scolded as he leaned against his car. You went to get into the car but he grabbed your arm and you winced in pain as you tried to pull away. “I swear to god if you are cheating on me y/n I’ll make sure you regret it.” He warned before letting you go.

“Fuck you I’m walking home!” You held back tears as you began to walk away and all he did is laugh at you. You felt your eyes begin to swell up with salty tears and soon enough they fell. You looked down at the arm that Billy grabbed and rubbed it, as you were distracted by that Billy sped by and called you a whore which didn’t really help you feel any better in all honesty.

You shoved your hands into your pockets and kept walking, you made sure that you were careful whilst walking knowing some people drove like a maniac, considering you were dating someone who drove like one. You were about half way home when your legs got tired so you found a grassy hill to sit on, you watched the road from it and watched as cars flew by. One familiar van stopped though and pulled over to the side, you felt your heart begin to race though and not in a good way.

You were terrified of what Billy would say if he saw you with Eddie outside of a deal or even worse what he’d do. You began to stand up and just approached Eddie “if you wanna hangout then we’re going to have to go to your trailer like we usually do” you warned and he gave me a confused look before nodding and then I had of course gotten into the passenger seat of the van that was absolutely blaring metal. He began to drive as he watched the road ahead of him “Why haven’t you left him yet y/n? You staying with him genuinely worries me” I could tell he was being serious.

You didn’t look at him but out the window “I’m scared of what will happen if I do try to leave” you admitted and then looked down at your hands and picked at the skin that was around your fingernails. “Sweetheart..” Eddie began to speak but you zoned out after he called you a pet name, you began to imagine what it was like dating such a loving and caring person. You were suddenly snapped out of it by Eddie snapping in your face and yelling your name. You could see that he was relieved whenever you had turned your gaze toward him.

“Jesus y/n are you trying to give me a heart attack?” He sighed as he pulled up to the trailer and parked. We both had got out at the same time and approached the front door together which Eddie not only unlocked but had also held it open for you.

Your nerves began to sky rocket as you began to walk through the doorway ‘what if Billy finds out I’m here’ everything began to get fuzzy and you could feel yourself losing balance and next thing you know everything goes dark and you feel your body hit the floor.

You were woken up by two men screaming at each other which had caused you to jolt from the bed you were in and toward the screaming. “You’re a fucking psycho!” You heard Eddie scream so you slowly turned the corner to see Billy trying to force his way through the door “where the fuck is y/n!?” He screamed and I quickly made my way toward them so things didn’t escalate even more.

“Billy I’m right here” you spoke calmly in an attempt to calm Billy down as well. “So I was right? You are cheating on me huh?” He looked kinda…hurt? “What no? Billy it’s not like that Eddie is just a friend!” You had began to try and defend yourself. “What the fuck ever y/n, I don’t even know why I stay with you,we’re done.” he admitted and then slammed the door shut which caused both you and Eddie to flench.

“Well…you’re not with that asshole anymore” Eddie tried to break the silence but I just glared at him. “I need a ride home Eddie” even if Billy was an asshole to you in the relationship you still had good moments so him leaving still stung and you had felt the urge to cry.

He’d given you a disappointed look before nodding and heading out the van with keys in hand and you of course followed not far behind.

The trip felt like forever even though it was only twenty minutes and you nor Eddie spoke the entire time. “Thanks for the ride” you may have been upset but you weren’t a bitch. You shut the door to the van and then headed inside where your mother had greeted you but you kinda pushed her away.

You made your way to your room and immediately fell onto your mattress and let all of the pent up emotion out, You didn’t know what to do, Billy left and you knew you had feelings for Eddie but since Billy left you didn’t even want anything to do with Eddie you had just wanted to be alone. It felt like everything was crumbling around you and next thing you know, you had dozed off from crying so much.

The next day you had woken up and did nothing special with your hair and lazily threw on an outfit then you were out the door. You had walked to school that day with what little energy you had and once had gotten to school you felt stares burn holes through your body and you just quickened your pace to your locker. You put your bag in your locker and shut it and then of course you were greeted by Dustin and Mike. “Hey guys” you spoke quietly as you began to walk to your first class.

The halls were crowded but louder than usually “um y/n we have a problem” both of the boys had seemed to be in a panic “what’s the problem?” You questioned as you kept your gaze to what was in front of you. “Sooo Eddie and Billy are getting into it�� Mike dropped the news and my heart sunk. “Where?” You wanted to waste no time getting there, without speaking the two ran down the hall and you followed. The two had lead you to the gym where Billy and Eddie were in another argument and you had sighed.

So much drama

“Guys stop!” You screamed and next thing you know Billy and Eddie both had their gaze on you “you two are stressing me the fuck out!” You admitted and then looked at Billy “you thought I was cheating, so take your bullshit out on me! Eddie hasn’t done anything WE haven’t done anything.” The two had looked at you in shock, neither of them have heard you this worked up before.

“What’re you gonna do y/n cry about it?” You heard a random voice call out and you balled up your fists “you know what, this is between you two! I don’t care anymore!” You stormed off with Dustin and Mike behind you trying to calm you down. “Y/n please listen to us!” Dustin shouted and you and looked at him “we know you don’t feel the best and honestly, we get why. You need to take it easy on Eddie though okay? He feels bad, he thinks this whole situation is his fault” he began to explain and you sighed “I’m sorry okay? I’m just…trying to figure out some things right now..I just wanna be alone” you admitted and the two just nodded and walked away.

You were like this for weeks but eventually on a cold Saturday night Eddie had knocked on your door and your mother had surprisingly let him in and even lead him to your room where you laid, surrounded by trash and dirty dishes. Your mother would make sure to occasionally clean up that way it didn’t get too bad, which you truly appreciated because you didn’t have the energy to do so yourself.

“Here you two go, I’m going to go run some errands I’ll be back in a while” your mother announced before leaving you alone with the curly headed metal head. “Angel…I hate seeing you like this” Eddie looked around your trashed room then at you, it’s been a bit since you had showered or even brushed your teeth, you were surprised my teeth haven’t rotted out of your skull.

“Come on get up, rise and shine!” Eddie tried to sound enthusiastic as he opened the blinds and let the bright rays of sunshine in, it hurt your eyes so you hid yourself under a blanket and Eddie moved the blanket and then picked you up out of bed and carried you to the bathroom, you just let it happen because you didn’t have the energy to fight back. “Come on sweetheart let’s shower” he grabbed the bottom of your shirt and then looked at you for consent which you gave and so he began to gently undress you “put the temperature of the water to your liking” he turned away not to wanting to look at you even though he had just undressed you and saw every inch of you.

“Eddie…will you help me wash my hair” you asked shyly and he turned toward you and nodded. The water of the shower hit your skin and it kind of burned but you didn’t mind, you began to wash your body and shortly after you began to clean yourself Eddie joined in and began to help you. “You’re so beautiful” he complimented as he began to help wash your hair, he untangled the knots and everything. “Your body is beautiful,your eyes are beautiful” he began to make a list and you felt a smile form on your face “there’s that pretty smile” he complimented that was well which caused your smile to widen.

The two of you showered for a bit longer and then eventually got out. “Oh shit I forgot to get you a change of clothes stay here” Eddie frantically got dressed and made his way to your room where he gathered a few things and returned “here I won’t watch” he sat the clothes on the toilet seat and exited the steamy room.

You had made sure to dry off and put your clothes on and once you were finally out of the steamy bathroom you felt relieved to feel the slightly cooler air. The trash in your room killed the mood and Eddie could tell “don’t worry about it Y/n I’ll help you clean up!” With that being said the two of you spent quiet a bit of time cleaning and then once you were done, the two of you laid on the couch and watched tv.

Eddie was behind you holding you close to him and you were enjoying every second of it. “Thank you Eddie” you finally spoke once again “no problem sweetheart anything for you” he kissed the top of your head and you turned to face him, he had pulled your body close to his and you looked him in the eyes then at his lips and next thing you know the two of you were kissing.

You could just melt into him, the moment was ruined though by your mom coming in and asking for help with the groceries which of course you did because you’re a good kid.

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You and Eddie had walked into the crowded and stuffy halls of Hawkins high with your hands intertwined and smiles plastered on the both of your faces. The two of you had approached two of the lovable hellfire club members, Dustin and Mike. “Your king and queen have arrived” Eddie announced and then pretended he was playing the trumpet which caused you to laugh.

“Oh my god it’s such an honor to be in your presence” Dustin bowed and went along with Eddie’s act and Mike just stood there unamused. “Oh brighten up Mike” you gently nudged him then watched him fight back a smile.

“I am so glad you’re mine” Eddie cooed and pulled you closer to him by your waist before planting a small kiss on your forehead and then one on your lips. “Gross” Mike faked a gag and then walked away “awwwww” Dustin smiled at us and we pulled apart.

“I’m glad I’m yours too” you admitted, you were definitely a lot more happier.

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obscurest-reference · 2 years

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Lies

so i wrote something with the intention of focusing on my Stranger Things OC and then. it turned into Steddie so. (i rewrote the beginning to NOT include my OC and just turned into full-on Steddie)

genre: confession, fluff

warnings: swearing, drinking, weed mention

wc: 2,021

Lies

Steve threw a party.

But seriously, this victory was staggering. What better way to celebrate evil life forms getting obliterated by a high school freshman with weird mind powers than to throw a major get-drunk blowout party?

So Steve threw a party.

Eddie didn't drink. His poison of choice was weed, and the occasional hallucinogenic mushrooms. Him and Argyle got on well because of that. Eddie's weed had worn off a while ago, and frankly, he was too busy to try to find more.

Because Nancy drank. And when she drank, she drank. She might start off with beer, but soon she'd migrate to the mystery punch, and later she'd do vodka or tequila shots.

So Eddie was kept busy, watching Nancy, making sure she or anyone else around her didn’t do anything stupid. When Eddie first arrived at the house, he got spit on and called names, but it wasn’t anything he wasn't used to. But when Steve, Nancy, and Robin welcomed him, everyone sorta backed off. Now that everyone’s drunk, save for Eddie, Robin, and one other designated driver, they’re all just now realizing how… attractive Eddie is.

“Hey,” one girl says, stumbling over. “You’re that freak, huh? Heard you play guitar, right?”

Eddie studies her. “Yeah, not the kinda guitar you’d like, sweetheart.”

“Mmm…” she looks vaguely disappointed. “But you can still play guitar for me.”

“I’m a little busy right now.”

She follows his line of vision and watches as Nancy and Steve intertwine their arms and do another shot.

“Ohh,” the girl says. “Watching after your friends?”

“Something like that.” This was not Eddie’s crowd. He wanted to leave. But Steve seemed to be having fun. Nancy seemed to be having fun, too. So he stayed.

“Okay,” the girl slurs. “I can give you my number if you want it.”

“I’m alright.”

“Okay,” she repeats. “Byyyeee.”

"Byyyeee," he says, mimicking her tone.

Eddie watches her stumble away, feeling that same protective feeling he did when Chrissy asked for "something stronger". God, he was in trouble. He glances at Steve and Nancy. He's just--

He can deal with it like he's been dealing with it.

But here's the kicker: Steve and Nancy have agreed to just stay friends. They weren't eager to revisit their past and potentially fall back into their old habits, so they're keeping that distance. Eddie thinks it would be easier for him if they were together. But they're not, so he's suffering in silence.

Nancy appears in front of him, pink lipstick smudged in the general area of her mouth, eyes dilated and hair a mess.

"Hi, hotshot," she slurs, grinning a little.

"Who've you been kissing, Nance?" Eddie teases, folding his arms.

"Ngh… no one. Maybe someone. I don' remember."

"Listen, it's 12:30," Eddie says. "I was supposed to call my uncle 30 minutes ago to tell him I'm okay and I'm staying at Steve's place."

Nancy groans and leans forward, her forehead resting on Eddie's chest, arms dangling loosely in front of her. Eddie pats her back supportively. "I don' wanna have to come with you," she groans.

Before the party had started, Robin paired with Steve and Eddie paired with Nancy to babysit and look after them. It was what good friends would do, and now that they're all good friends, they're doing it.

"I'll get Robin to keep an eye on you," Eddie says.

Nancy lifts her head up again and brings her hand to his cheek. "Make sure you sound sober."

"Well, I am sober." He moves her manicured hand away from his face. "I'll call upstairs, there's less noise."

"Less music," Nancy corrects. "More moaning, I think."

Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn't try to hide a smile. "Yeah, okay, princess. Don't do any more shots."

"Fuck you, hotshot," she says, stumbling away.

Eddie glances around the packed house for Robin. She's at the other end of the living room, just observing. After a quick round of charades, he successfully communicates to her that she needs to watch Nancy while he goes upstairs to make the call.

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"Harrington, Harrington," Eddie drawls, interrupting a game of beer pong.

"Shut up, Munson," Steve slurs, holding a finger up to him without looking back. Steve sways a little as he aims, then bounces the ping-pong ball nearly perfectly into one of three remaining cups. Cheers go up, Steve rushes over and downs the cup, and Eddie (once again) rolls his eyes.

"Okay, what?" Steve asks, wiping his mouth. If Eddie was drunk he'd think Steve just glanced at his lips. But Eddie's not drunk. He's not even dreaming.

"I need to use the phone in your room, but the problem is, I don't know which one is your room."

Steve thinks on this. His face is very flushed. "Okay okay. Lemme just come show you. 'm way too drunk to try to explain."

Well, at least he knows when he's hammered, Eddie thinks to himself. Steve pushes past him and starts marching over to the stairs, swaying every other step. Eddie has to help him up the stairs like he's helping an old lady cross the street.

Nancy was right. There's voices coming from down the hall. Steve leads him in the opposite direction and to a closed door, which he promptly opens and lies down on his stomach on his bed.

"Uh," Eddie starts, a sick feeling in his stomach. "Y'gonna go finish your game down there?"

"Nnno," Steve decides. "Those guys were all losers."

Eddie doesn't say anything. He sits on the edge of the bed and picks up Steve's phone, dialing his home number. After assuring his uncle that he's fine and lying that he's tired, Eddie successfully convinces his uncle that he'll be home by 11 a.m. tomorrow.

"You're a pretty good liar," Steve notes. "Tell me a lie."

"Ooh, I dunno about that," Eddie says, moving the phone back to its place on the bedside table.

"Come onnn," Steve presses, rolling over to his side. "Make me believe that the sky is green and grass is blue."

"Uh. The sky is green and grass is blue."

"Agh," Steve says, waving his hand dismissively. "That wasn't as good."

"I can't do it on command."

"How d'you get your hair like that?" Steve asks, sitting up and scooting closer to Eddie. "Didya get a perm?"

"No," Eddie says, swallowing. "It's like this naturally."

"Hm." Steve gently takes a lock of Eddie's hair and twists it between his fingers. "We both have amazing hair, dude."

"Yeah," Eddie says quietly, still as a statue. His face burned so much it hurt. That sick feeling in his stomach spread outwards and now everything felt sick.

He was sick.

"Did Robin ever tell you she likes girls?"

Eddie whips around suddenly. "Y-yeah, she did."

"I like girls, too." His pauses, then his voice grows quiet. "I like you the way she liked Tammy Thompson."

If Eddie didn't have an empty stomach, he would've puked right there on Steve Harrington's floor. Instead, he shoots up and stomps over to the entrance, slams Steve's door shut, and gets really close to Steve's face.

"Steve, you're drunk," Eddie says, more to himself than to the boy on the bed. "You need to go to bed."

"No, no, I think…." Steve takes a deep breath through his nose. "I think I'm really actually very sober right now."

Eddie takes it back. Steve doesn't know when he's drunk. Because how could he say that? To him? And how could he say that here?

"Eddiiieee," Steve sings. "Can you say something now…?"

That's it. Eddie's done with this stupid dream. Wake up, Eddie, please, because this surely isn't happening. It's not. It can't be.

"Edward Munson."

"Don't-- don't call me that." Eddie finally backs away and stands far away from Steve, facing the wall, so he wouldn't have to face him. Isn't this what he wanted? Isn't this the impossible becoming reality? I mean, that's what this past spring break has been about, right?

This time, Eddie inhales sharply through his nose. "Steve," he says quietly. "I want you to think long and hard about what you just said to me."

"I have been for the past week, but okay."

Eddie forces himself not to waver. "You're drunk. And you just told me you like me. You pretty much just said you like me the way you used to like Nancy."

"Yeah."

He turns around. "Are you trying to get back at me for not lying to you?"

"No."

Eddie just stares at him. His face feels like it'll melt off.

"C'mere."

"What?"

Steve waves him over. "C'mere."

His legs felt glued to the floor. He didn't want to get close to him. He felt that if he got closer, he'd never be able to get farther. He felt that, if he saw him any better than he could now, Steve would never leave his mind. He did not want to be with him because he was scared that it wouldn't be real and that he would remain a fantasy.

Steve gives up and marches over to him instead. "Can I show you something?"

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, and then forces them to open and look Steve in the eye. His eyes weren't dilated like Nancy's. "What?"

Steve takes a single step forward, and before Eddie can react, before he knows what's happening, Steve's hands are cradling Eddie's cheeks, his feather-light touch making it hard to feel all the scars and callouses from battles past.

And Eddie wanted to fucking cry.

"Eddie…."

"Steve."

"Can I kiss you?"

What was he supposed to say to that? How could he respond to that? Who would know what to do?

Eyes wide, hands sweating, body light, Eddie Munson replied with: "Yeah."

The only thing that told Eddie this was reality was the smell of Steve's cologne. You can't smell in dreams. People who say you can are liars. But as Steve's cologne and the smell of beer mingled in Eddie's head, Eddie squeezed his eyes shut like he was avoiding looking down at the drop of a rollercoaster. And boy, did the drop come.

Steve had to physically take Eddie's hand and place it on his waist to let him know that he was okay with it. Frankly, Steve was scared. He wasn't scared of Eddie. He was scared of being found out. He figured it would be easier to do this when drunk, because if they were caught, it would be more excusable.

Eddie still didn't know if Steve was lying or not. He wanted to keep his hands to himself in case he was lying. But then Steve moved his hand and he knew, he knew, that Steve couldn't be lying.

In the past week, Eddie had learned more about Steve than he ever thought he'd want to. One interesting point was that Steve was ticklish, and hated when anyone touched him anywhere between his ribs and his hips.

So when the King moved the Freak's hand to his waist, it was the final confirmation.

He decided if he was gonna kiss Steve Harrington, he was gonna do it right.

Eddie's hand pressed against the back of Steve's head, pushing him further into the kiss, and his other hand stayed on his waist right where Steve left it. For a moment, Steve didn't know how to respond. Eddie's hand in his hair was a feeling he only recently realized he wanted to experience. But Steve found his footing and pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together, nearly tripping over each others' feet as they stumbled to Steve's bed, his hands clumsily reaching under Eddie's Iron Maiden shirt, and Eddie landing on top of him with a sharp exhale.

"They're gonna kill us," Steve breathes, brushing Eddie's hair away from his eyes.

"Who's 'they'?" Eddie asks, lips pressed Steve's jaw.

"The-- the girls. Nance and Robin."

"Then just don't tell them."

"What do I say when Robin asks me where we went?"

"I dunno," Eddie says, moving up and planting a long kiss to Steve's cheekbone. "Lie."

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Chapters: 7/12 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Wayne Munson, Will Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper Additional Tags: Dude Ranch AU, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural Elements, Ranch Hand!Eddie, Ranch Hand!Steve, Steve's parents suck, Period-Typical Homophobia, homophobic parents, homo on the range, recovery from toxic masculinity, steve gets sent as punishment, steve writes letters to the gang back home, Found Family, Original Character(s), Wayne Munson owns a dude ranch in wyoming, eddie is still metal but also.....a teeny bit cowboy, no beta just a lot of gay cowboy feelings, Slow Burn, they are roommates, some angst thrown in there for good measure

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A dark green minivan nosed off from the main road and Steve watched as it bounced over gravel on its way to the building. He stood and waved, and he was greeted by a chorus of enthusiastic honks from the vehicle. It pulled to a stop in front of the two boys, followed by a cloud of rosy dust. Steve could hear the excited voices in the car before the doors even opened.

He was immediately overtaken by a surprisingly fast, curly-headed figure that barreled into his middle. He laughed as he kept himself from falling over, hugging Dustin back with everything he had. The boy was talking a mile a minute, but his voice was completely muffled against Steve. He pulled them apart, beaming.

“Dude, I didn’t catch a word of that,” he said. Dustin heaved a sigh.

“I just missed you, that’s all,” he said. Steve pulled him under one arm and ruffled his head affectionately.

“I missed you too, buddy.”

Robin bounded up to him and threw her arms around his shoulders with a squeal. He used his free hand to hug her as tightly as possible while keeping Dustin close on his other side. Tears threatened at the back of his eyes, but he willed them away.

“Good to finally see you, dingus,” she said huskily, pulling back to look at his face and give his cheek a soft slap. “Have you been totally lost without us?”

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wroteclassicaly · 6 months

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When you smell good after your shower, body lotion lathered on, and Eddie just leans over and bites you.

“What? Smells good. Should put a warning on the label though. Causes boyfriends to turn into wild animals.”

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msgexymunson · 5 months

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Soft Touches

Description: you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

Warnings: acquaintances to lovers, reader is AFAB, weed smoking (both parties so no real dub con), fem oral receiving, praise kink, p in v unprotected sex.

A/N: It's my birthday! And I'm high, and horny, so happy birthday! If you've read my work you KNOW I'm a sucker for the first time y/n fucks Eddie. When I'm a benevolent dictator it shall be a universal holiday ;)

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“Eddie, what the hell was in that?”

Floating in a cloud of your high, the entire room seemed to glow in pink and orange, senses tinged in a sunset glow. You were definitely stoned out of your tree if you were comparing Eddie's stuffy, cramped room to a breath-taking sunset.

“It's a new strain I got from Rick. You feeling it?”

“Oh, I'm feeling it alright. I can hear colours.”

Eddie's rich laugh echoed off the walls of his trailer. He laid on the bed casually, one arm slung beneath his head making his tight t-shirt ride up slightly. Just a peek of his happy trail was on display, which you tried, and failed, not to stare at.

It was proving difficult, especially since you sat criss-cross apple sauce on his floor. His body was eye level, handcuff belt shining softly in the low light. The glint of that drew your eyes even lower, concentrating on the bulge you could see in his jeans.

You thought you were being sneaky. You absolutely were not.

“Hey, sweetheart, you gonna answer me or just stare at my dick?”

“Huh?”

Shaking your head as if to clear it, you finally met his gaze.

“I said, you can come lay up here if you want.”

Halfway between getting up and still in a weird little crouch his words finally filtered through your addled brain.

“I wasn't staring at your dick!”

“Whatever you say, baby girl.”

Frozen, mind empty of comebacks, you clambered out of your goblin stance and stood up, when the blood decided to rush to your head.

“Oh Holy shit.”

Your knees buckled, and you would have ended up face first on Eddie's carpet if he hadn't caught you.

“Easy there, I've got you.”

Eddie's firm hands held your upper arms tightly as he manoeuvred you to sit on his bed. The room was spinning, everything was drifting out of focus.

“I need to lie down.”

Eddie pulled you towards his pillows and laid you down gently, picking your legs up and settling them on the bed with you. Staring up at his off white ceiling, things began to drift back in. Once the room finally stopped swooping around in your vision, you started to come to your senses.

You are on Eddie Munson's bed. You knew him, sure, only in a ‘can I come round so you can smoke us out and listen to music’ kind of way. You'd hardly call him a friend. This though, feeling the heat of his body next to you, him leaning on his side staring at you worriedly seemed entirely outside of your current arrangement.

Suddenly the air was stifling, Eddie's warmth only exacerbating the matter.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just really warm. And fucking high.”

Eddie laughed, relieved.

“Thank fuck, I was scared for a minute.”

You fumbled at the hem of your oversized sweater, attempting to wriggle it up your body but all motor skills were beyond you right now.

“Eddie.” You pouted at him, flapping the edge of your sweater with frustrated hands.

“You want this off?”

“Please.”

He flashed you a mischievous grin and pulled up upright, beginning to draw the offensive sweater up and over your form.

“Didn't think you'd be begging me to undress you sweetheart.”

Rolling your eyes in response, you held your arms over your head like a petulant toddler. Sweater removed and tossed to the foot of the bed, you risked a glance at Eddie. He was entirely preoccupied, staring at your bare midriff that was now on display.

“It's a crop top Eddie, get over it.”

Flinging yourself back down on the pillow, Eddie coughed, looking a little flustered, and settled in next to you.

“Sorry, I didn't expect it. You always wear baggy shit.”

“Comfortable shit, thank you. I come here to smoke, it's not New York fashion week.”

Eddie ran a finger across you, just below your belly button. The barely there touch blazed across your skin.

“I didn't know you had your belly button pierced.”

Looking down, you watch as his fingers circle it, then flick the little jewel dangling off the end. Thighs clamping together out of sheer necessity, you attempt to ignore it.

“Yeah, got it done when I was like 15, two towns over. Probably my least painful piercing. Apart from ears, of course.”

Apparently, Rick's new strain also makes you run your mouth, as well as being insanely warm and horny. It seemed you had captured Eddie's attention. He turned further towards you, one hand holding his head up. The other, much to your relief, stayed on your stomach. You're not sure he was even aware he was still stroking your skin.

“Least painful? What other piercings do you have?”

You seriously considered dodging the question, but it's difficult to be devious directly to those big wet eyes of his. It's like trying to lie to a baby cow.

“Well, I got my nose done, but the piercing fell out and I didn't bother to get a new one. That one stung. But the worst had to be my… my nipples.”

The whole bed lurched as Eddie jumped up and sat cross legged facing you. He practically flew into action, grabbing his cigarettes and a lighter as if you were about to tell him some epic tale.

“Right, tell me everything.”

Whilst laughing at his wide eyed expression, you realise he's being completely serious.

“Well, they er, they like, sanitise the… area, draw a dot where they're going to pierce you and tell you to take a deep breath in and it's done. It's super quick actually. It's more the after part that hurts. Why are you interested?”

Eddie pushes his hair behind one ear, the tip of it is glowing scarlet, you notice.

“I was thinking about getting it done my last birthday but I didn't have the cash.”

He's staring at you, nervously chewing on a hang nail. You can practically see the unasked question dancing on his tongue. You weren't going to offer, hell no. If he wants to see he has to ask. The thing is, the way your tummy is bubbling right now, you don't think you could say no to those eyes of his.

The question remains unsaid. He merely offers you a drag on his cigarette which you take gratefully, before he's stubbing it out and laying back down next to you.

“How you feeling now? Bit less baked?”

“Oh I'm still fucked, but I can see straight and I don't feel sick.”

His fingers begin their dance again, skating over your exposed flesh, stroking down your side to your hip, across your stomach, and back again. You want to mention it. He's never touched you like this before, but you also don't want him to stop.

“Good. Not inviting you over again if you hurl on my bed.”

Giggling, you turn and face him. You're both on your sides now, knees close to knocking. His shirts ridden up again and before you can even register what you're doing you've placed a delicate hand on his hip. His eyes widened briefly, but that's it. Both of you are touching the others bare flesh, whispers of touches. Little, tentative things, like the bursting of soap bubbles on skin.

“I wouldn't hurl on your bed. I'm sure I'd at least make it to the bathroom. I'm not an animal.”

Eddie just grins in response, and you look at each other, really look. His dopey smile is the same as yours, and it seems neither of you want to mention how this seems to be rolling into very unfamiliar territory.

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

“Why are you touching me?”

He pushes infinitesimally closer, his knee now slotting between yours. It's a small gesture, but suddenly the situation feels even more intimate than before.

“Because. Because it feels good. You're soft, and warm. And you keep making little noises.”

“I do?”

He smooths his hand higher, thumb dragging along the underside of your breast, and you let out a tiny, quivering whimper.

“See? Like that.”

Opening your legs slightly wider, Eddie's knee pushes naturally further forward, his thigh now wedged between yours. His breath is fanning your nose; cigarettes, weed, and sweet snacks.

“So sweetheart, why are you touching me?”

Your hand presses a little more firmly, snaking underneath the hem of his shirt. With no complaint forthcoming, you reach further up, stroking his side, up over his ribs, and back down again. He responds in kind. Every kiss of fingers is electrifying, filling the room with a soft, dense tension.

“Because it feels good. Because I saw a bit of skin and I couldn't resist.”

“Yeah?” He's smirking as he says it, but you're beyond playing games at this point.

“Yeah.”

“I didn't know I was irresistible.”

You pinch his skin a little and he stares at you like you just betrayed him.

“I didn't say that, you're twisting my words.”

“Pretty sure I heard-”

Cutting him off with a tickle to the ribs, he grabs your hand to stop you.

“OK, OK! You were right, I was wrong. Nice touches again please.”

His hand swiftly makes its way back to your skin and you continue to stroke him.

“Nice touches?”

“Yeah, it feels really good.”

Running your hand up, you graze his nipple, and then bring it back down, down, until you reach the top of his jeans. You graze a finger, just one, under them, sweeping across his tensing abs. Then, you move up to more innocent flesh.

“Jesus Christ.”

Eddie's chest is heaving, fingers pressing indents into your flesh.

“Nice enough?” you're the one smirking this time, pleased at the effect you're having on him.

“Yeah.”

It's barely a word, more of a breath. You scoot closer toward him, just a couple of inches, but it's close enough to feel his thigh start to press against your heat. Gasping at the pressure, you rub subtly against his thigh to try and relieve your mounting feelings, no matter how slightly.

Eddie's hand starts making a trembling journey up your form, fingers twisting underneath your top. Feeling the underside of your bare breast, you both gasp. Eddie undoubtedly because you weren't wearing a bra, you because, well, the obvious. The slightest graze had your nipple hardening instantly, hips rocking forward without your control.

“Is this OK?”

“Yeah. Please.”

Fingers stretching further, Eddie finally brushes your nipple. The feeling is magnified by your piercing; they've felt more sensitive since you got them done.

The moan that escapes is louder than you meant but it couldn't be helped. This simple touch is igniting through your nerves and rushing to your high brain.

“Shit, they are pierced.”

It seems to be a thought that Eddie said out loud by accident as he rubs his fingers over your ruddy nipple, slowly circling the silver balls of the jewellery.

Another moan breaks from you, even louder this time.

“Fuuuuck Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

His touches become firmer, rubbing your nipple between thumb and forefinger, mapping the way your face scrunches up with his eyes.

“Yeah, jeez. They're really sensitive.”

Practically panting in each other's mouths, your noses rub together.

“Can- can I kiss you?”

His words are so hesitant that it makes you giggle. Pressing your lips in a swift kiss to his full bottom lip, you respond.

“I'd be mad if you didn't.”

Eddie wastes no more time, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to you that you reciprocate in kind. You keep it slow, leisurely traversing new territory with soft, exploring tongues. Naturally your arms encircle him, pulling him closer, closer. His arm snakes around your back as your bodies press together, like puzzle pieces slotting together and finding their perfect match. Eventually you break away to take a gasping breath as Eddie presses kisses to your collarbone.

“I don't know why we waited so long to do that.”

“We? I thought you just wanted me for free drugs!”

You giggled loudly at that, so loud it came out as a snort, but it didn't matter. The moment was so honest that being cool had nothing to do with it. You were bare, in a way, and so was he.

Eddie chuckled with you as he slowly but surely pushed you onto your back, slipping both of his legs between yours. Pushing your hips up, you feel his hardness graze your pubic bone.

“Eddie?”

He hums a response, lips and tongue busy loving on your neck. You tug at the hem of your top and pull upwards. Eddie gets the message, moving out of the way briefly so you can strip it off.

There you are, bare chested in front of him. You'd be nervous, if you hadn't seen the longing in his eyes. He's kneeling, one arm leaning on the mattress whilst the other compulsively strokes your side.

“Jesus Christ your tits are perfect.”

The moment stretches just a little too long for comfort; you're a hair's breadth away from crossing your arms over your chest when Eddie leans down and runs his tongue around and around one nipple. Mewling pathetically, you lace your fingers in Eddie's soft waves and tug. In response his teeth graze you as he sucks softly; then he gives the other just as much attention.

Shuddering and wriggling under him, you can't do anything but whine, your hips undulating upwards to chase some friction, some release, anything.

“Eddie, please, I need you.”

“Umph,” He responds, muffled by your chest, “I need you to say that again.”

“Eddie I swear to God if you don't- ”

He laughs, cutting off your sentence.

“Alright baby girl, I got you.”

Working his way down your front, he takes his time planting soft kisses, making you writhe at each touch of his lips, until he reaches your shorts.

Flicking the button open, he slowly drags the zip down and finds the little sliver of red panties poking out.

“Hearts? Cute.”

Thick fingers plunge into your clothes and pull them away, flinging your shorts and panties across the room into the void that was Eddie's carpet.

Insecurity finally gripped its claws into you. What if he didn't like what you looked like down there, smelled like, tasted like?

A moment of unadulterated panic, and then Eddie licked his tongue, slowly yet firmly, between your lips and all the way up. Barging your thighs further apart with his shoulders, he rooted your clit out with his tongue, running dizzying circles and sucking at it desperately.

Eddie's moans rivalled your own, such neediness etched in you swear his fingerprints will be left on the outside of your thighs like tattoos, simply from the force he held you with. Barely able to shake, you compensated by pulling his hair and guiding his tongue exactly where you needed it.

He pushed a thick calloused finger into you slowly, looking up at you as he did so. You back arched off the bed. He felt around, staring at you with such intensity you that you were seconds away from telling him to quit staring when-

“Oh God, oh fuck!”

Eddie smirked, sliding another finger in gently to join the first, and worked your clit between his lips. He incessantly stroked a spot inside that you'd never reach on your own, a firm, beckoning gesture as if he were willing your orgasm to come hither.

It was working. Your insides tingle, a tightness pulling straight from your gut and shooting out to your fingers and toes. Beyond control by this point, your hand pulls his hair tightly. To your amazement, his other hand reaches out to you, seeking, and you lace your fingers in his own.

As soon as your digits touched, you were gone. Your release plummets out of you, shaking through every bone you have, leaving you a twitching puddle of a woman. His fingers chase after it, dragging every inch of squelching pleasure out of your insides until you're tugging him away and begging for it to stop.

As he moved back up your body, licking and sucking as he did so, you tried to think of an answer to the smug grin he was just about to flash at you.

There was none. Brain unravelled, threads wound into your nerves instead of your thoughts, you laid there, ruminating on how he'd made you come faster than any other man.

Eddie hovered over you, nose nudging your own. He must have wiped his mouth at some point whilst you were in la la land.

“Hey pretty girl.”

“Eddie, you're really fuckin’ good at that.”

“I know.”

You laugh, tapping his side.

“Cocky.”

“Confident.”

Before you can retort his mouth is back on you, peppering kisses to your jaw, as his solid member presses into your naked heat.

“Fuck Eddie, please, please please-”

“Please what baby girl?” He asks, then sucks a hickey on your neck.

Pulling him towards you by his shirt collar, you bite down sharply on his earlobe, pulling a little groan from his chest.

“I want you to stuff me full Eddie. I'm- I'm on birth control. Fill me up.”

You can practically feel Eddie's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck, you can't just say that, I nearly busted in my pants!”

Pulling himself off you for the shortest time he could, he peels his t-shirt over his head and flops back on top of you. Desperate kisses and urgent gropes spill from you both; grinding, needy things that tore at clothes and grasped at flesh.

After fiddling and failing with his belt, you huff and tug harshly at his waistband. He chuckles, biting at your bottom lip as he unlatches it with ease and then wriggles his pants and boxers down his legs with urgency.

More desperate grasps, teeth and tongues clashing violently, your hand reaching down to clutch at his-

“Holy hell!”

His eyes widen, hands coming to a halt, waiting for the rest of your sentence. You're too busy trying to glance down his front as he hovers over you, your fist firmly stroking his hardened cock.

“You're huge Eddie!”

He smirks and thrusts into your hand, the velvet smoothness of his dick massaged by your palm.

“Bet you say that to all the guys.”

“Er, no, Rick's made some truth serum or some shit because that's the biggest I've ever felt.”

You guide him firmly towards your entrance, dragging the tip of his enlarged cock through your slickened folds. He quivers over you, arms thick with tension.

“Baby girl just, just slip it inside, please-”

“Now who's begging?”

Grinning mischievously, you wait for him to start forming an answer with his mouth when you slip the head inside your sopping opening. His open mouth turns into a long drawn out moan.

You would tease him if the feeling of him splitting you open wasn't all consuming. Which it fucking is. He just keeps pushing, and pushing, until his chest is flush with yours and he's mumbling platitudes in your ear.

“Doing so good for me. Such a naughty, naughty girl. Getting filled up by her drug dealer? Baby girls a little dirty, isn't she?”

You're trying not to let him know how much his words affect you, but the fluttering of your satin like walls tells a different story.

“You're not my dealer.”

“Oh really? I'm not?”

Pulling out nearly all the way and pushing back in, you bite your lip at the drag against your insides.

“Dealer implies I buy shit. You just give it to me, like a little simp.”

Eddie's mouth drops open in mock outrage.

“You want me to give it to you now? I'll fucking give it to you baby.”

Hooking an arm under your thigh, Eddie thrusts into you hard and devastatingly deep. And again, and again, until you start moaning wantonly right in his face, all bravado forgotten.

“Yeah? Atta girl. That good baby? Wanna feel me right here?”

His other hand pushes against your lower stomach, the pressure deepening the pleasure he's giving you tenfold.

“Oh Eddie, oh fuckfuckfuck!!”

Your release explodes out of your cunt with a gush, liquid spurting out of you so hard you nearly force his impressive length out. It waves drastically, like the sea against the shore, washing and washing over you until it's hard to breathe.

“Baby, baby! Holy shit, I think you squirted.”

“Ya think? My God, that was… mind blowing.”

“Yeah?”

Looking up at him, you expect that arrogant grin, but he just looks pleased and innocent. Like a kid at Christmas.

“Yeah, fuck yeah.”

Rolling him over with all the power left in your thighs, you pin him down and move firmly into him, ferality taking over your actions.

“Jesus Christ, you are a dirty girl, aren't you?”

“Maybe just a little.”

Smirking, you hump against him, your swollen clit bumping against his pubic bone on each delicious pass.

“Holy shit, I'm not complaining- fuck, what the- what are you doing? Jesus Christ!”

You bounce hard on him. Seeing him writhe under you is a special kind of power, one you aren't willing to let go of. Ever.

“Fuck, b-baby girl, you're gonna make me come!”

His intense moans spur you on further. Unable to bounce so much on shaky knees you snuggle down close to him, arms clutching his shoulders, as you grind into him. It's massaging sensations into your clit, as well as teasing your g spot with his imposing length.

“I can't, I’m- baby girl-”

“I'm gonna come, Eddie please, fill me up, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel your cum inside me, please, fuckin’ breed me Eddie. Oh fuck!”

Quivering against him uncontrollably, your legs give out, collapsing on his body as he tenses and releases inside of you. It spurs your own orgasm, snaking up your spine and gripping on your system like a fly caught in honey. An open mouthed scream is all you give him, silent but chock full of feeling, as your back arches in its own tension.

As it curls out of you, your back gives up, and you flop forward, bones turned to pudding.

“Well.” is all that comes out, a puff of a word, just air escaping from a collapsing chest.

“Well.” Eddie responds, waiting for what you're about to say.

You're sure he doesn't expect it. A laugh bubbles out; a weird, inside laugh, that you probably should never share with anyone. But it keeps coming. And coming. Laughing uncontrollably, you roll off of him and try to get your stomach muscles in check.

You'd be worried about his reaction, if he wasn't laughing with you. It was this odd mixture of tension and relief that was bursting in the air, a barrier broken and left crumbling at your feet.

“Eddie. Fuck, Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

‘Yeah.”

His heated hand found yours, and squeezed your fingers hard. For some reason, it felt more intimate than all of this combined.

Giggling again, you lean into his chest, fingers dipping up to weave into his hair.

“Baby girl, you can't just-”

“What? Pull your hair? Because you like it?”

Tugging on his hair dramatically, Eddie tosses his head back and groans.

“Knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, certified genius. It's like you don't wanna be railed again.”

Huffing, you pull yourself on top of him again, hardened nipples brushing softly against his flesh.

“Oh, I think I'll be the one railing you. You wanna make a bet, for next time?”

Smug grin forgotten, Eddie stares at you in disbelief.

“Next time?”

“Well, I hope so. Got to be the best I've ever had.”

Stupid Rick and his stupid strain.

“Best you've ever had?”

“Fuck you.”

“Only if you wanna.”

The teasing stopped. At least for now. It was pretty clear, your need for each other was outranking any goading you'd been sharing.

At least for now…

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upsidedownmvnson · 11 days

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eddie snuggles closer into you, and he thinks he's never been this warm before.

his face is pressed into your shoulder, hot breath splaying over your skin like a fan. and it's not just the warmth. it's the way your hand feels, slowly rubbing up and down his back. it's the little chuckle you share when something funny happens on the show you're watching. it's how it feels to be loved that makes him this warm.

he sighs softly, eyes fluttering open and closed, eyelashes tickling the skin of your neck.

"you seem cozy," you muse, kissing the top of his head.

"very," he murmurs, but it's so quiet he's not sure you've heard it.

you stop rubbing his back, and he whines, squirming until you laugh and continue your comforting movements. he thinks about moving to kiss you. but he doesn't want this moment to end. he doesn't want to move even an inch, he wants to live in this perfect, perfect moment for the rest of his life.

"do you love me?" he asks, wrapping a lazy arm over hips, and placing kisses on your shoulder, pouting when he feels them shake with laughter.

"every second, of every day," you answer, leaning into his untamed hair, pressing your cheek into him.

and you think, maybe you've never felt this warm before.

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queenimmadolla · 2 months

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𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝

Summary: A glimpse into Eddie’s morning as a first time and young dad with his baby. Oh, and you’re there, too.

Warnings: allusions to sexy stuff, descriptions of breastfeeding (it’s natural—suck it up), and fluff.

a/n: pulled this one out of the vault for you guys, written last July. hope you like it!

Eddie’s up before you and surprised to see it’s light outside, a sight he hasn’t woken up to in the last couple of months. Two, to be exact.

That’s when the two of you had brought Penny home.

Eddie yawned, impressively loud before he slapped a hand over his mouth, gaze flickering to you but you were still asleep; on your stomach with your face partially hidden in your pillow. You’d successfully kicked the sheets off yourself in your sleep, leaving your legs bare and your top half covered with one of Eddie’s larger shirts.

One of your legs was bent at the knee and raised up near your elbow.

God, you always looked so fucking delectable. All he’d have to do is rouse you with some kisses pressed to your neck, settle himself behind you, pull his boxers down and move your panties to the side and he could just—

Eddie inhaled sharply, tearing his gaze away from your body before his blood could rush off to an area he didn’t have the time to acknowledge, as the very reason he couldn’t partake in his little fantasy cooed from her crib.

She’d been the result of a very similar event.

He took a couple of moments to calm himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he promised, soon.

Then he got out of bed, snagging a band t-shirt from the dresser as he walked to the crib on the other end of the room.

Eddie yanked on the shirt—only briefly struggling with the arm holes—before he was peering into the crib, mouth breaking out in a megawatt grin.

Penny was awake alright, big brown eyed stare focused on a sticker that had been plastered to the wall of his room long before she was even conceived. You’d swaddled her before putting her to bed last night, so she looked like an adorable, content burrito.

Once she realized Eddie was hovering over her, the sticker lost her attention and those big beautiful eyes were on him, sparkling as her mouth parted in a gummy smile big enough to rival his own.

Daddy came to rescue her from confinement.

“Hi, baby, good morning!” Eddie cooed, trying his best to excitedly whisper so as to not disturb you, but he couldn’t help it. He was still so thrilled—and fucking terrified—to be a dad, to have that cute face peering up at him every morning and waiting for him when he got home from work. She always looked at him like he was the greatest thing to walk the earth, always so delighted to see her daddy.

Even though she’d start crying for you the moment you came into view—but you had an advantage he lacked, you always had her food on you. Her walking meal ticket.

And Eddie couldn’t even blame her, he was a huge fan of your boobs and he’d even bet he appreciated them more than Penny.

Eddie reached into the crib, tugging the tucked in corner of the blanket out and as the blanket around her loosened, Penny’s arms shot up near her head, her tiny body arching as she stretched for a comically long period of time. Eddie chuckled, using it to his advantage, he slipped an arm behind her back and head with the other supporting her bottom as he picked her up, pressing a kiss to her head (and giving her hair a secret little sniff to get a whiff of that baby scent of hers).

“Did you sleep good, honey?” He cradled her in one arm, tucked close to his chest as he carried her out of the room to start on breakfast.

Penny obviously didn’t answer, head resting against his collarbone.

“Heard you woke up mom last night—well, early this morning, I guess—with boobie demands.”

Eddie pulled the fridge open, hovering in front of it as he debated on its contents before selecting the cartridge of eggs.

He didn’t want to put Penny down, happy to have her curled up in his arms, so a simple breakfast would have to do. A pan was pulled out, so was a little bit of cooking oil and soon Eddie was breaking the eggs out of the shell—angling his body to the side so Penny wasn’t at risk of possible oil splash back—and letting them cook.

“You like eggs?” Eddie asked, stepping a little ways from the stove as he hitched her higher on his chest and held the eggshells out for her to see.

She kicked her legs, a roll covered arm shakily reaching out towards the shells but Eddie kept them out of her reach.

“Uh-uh, no sticky fingers for you, young lady.”

The shells were tossed in the trash can but Penny didn’t care, twisting her upper so her chest was pressed to his. She gripped his shirt loosely in her chunky fist as she leaned forward and mouthed at his shoulder, effectively soaking the area with her drool before she began to suckle.

“Jesus, you act like we starve you.” Eddie chuckled, reaching for a recently washed pacifier to pop into her mouth.

She seemed to prefer it over his shirt, doing a full body sigh once she was suckling on it, with her need partially sated (eddie knew he had about fifteen minutes to wrap up breakfast before she realized nothing was coming from it and would start crying), Penny went back to cuddling into his chest.

She was starting to be a little more active—not sleeping as much as she did this time last month but for the most part, her movements were still unstable. She had good neck control (you’d had to pin Eddie down to keep him from picking her up when she’d immediately cry upon being put down for tummy time), she liked to kick her legs like she was about to take off for a marathon, but she still couldn’t quite hold things for long (unless it was hair or fingers) and had yet to roll over without you cheating and nudging her the rest of the way.

Speaking of making Penny do things…

Eddie lost to his intrusive thought, rearranging his hold on Penny so he was gently grasping her sides as he placed her feet on the counter. Immediately, she popped down to squat before shooting up again. And then she did it once more, getting comfortable with using her legs.

She didn’t even seem to wonder why Eddie was making her stand, she was more focused on staring intensely at her own feet.

Then Eddie made her jump, lifted her up and down and up and down, and when that got her smiling wide enough for her pacifier to fall out of her mouth, Eddie moved onto the cabinets.

“Go, baby, go!” He turned her on her side, miming the motions of her chunky legs running over the top cabinets like some baby ninja and laughing at how big her smile managed to keep getting, her big eyes squinting with it.

“What are you doing to my baby?” You asked as you emerged from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

“She’s gonna be the next Karate Ki—hello.”

Eddie couldn’t help himself, dark gaze trailing over your figure as you stood there, hair a wreck, no pants, oversized t-shirt—ooh, and a leaking nipple.

Eddie’s favorite. Yum.

You followed his gaze, scoffing at the dark stain growing over your left boob, hand pressing against it to stop it as if you were applying pressure to a wound.

“It heard her,” You pouted, lip stuck out and wobbling at him as you referenced your body’s response to the sound of your baby. Crying, giggling, whimpering—didn’t matter, your milk ducts went into overdrive, aware that your baby was conscious and could need a feeding. Her baby noises were like a trigger sequence.

Eddie lifted Penny to his face, pressing fervent kisses into the chub of her cheeks, “Score for you, babe!”

You rolled your eyes, completely, utterly fond and smitten over the interaction. He briefly abandoned the kitchen to hand her to you after you’d made yourself comfortable on the couch, ready to fall to his knees in adoration.

You pulled the shirt over your breast, and despite trying to place your nipple in her mouth for her, Penny struggled to find it, mouthing greedily at your boob, her little head turning this way and that way but always missing the peak.

“Girl, it’s right there.” You laughed. Penny gave it like four more seconds of trying before her whimpers kicked in and you hurriedly managed to get her to latch, stopping the outburst.

And just like that, Penny was content, making satisfied little squeaks as she nursed and stared up at you, pretending like she hadn’t been moments away from screaming her lungs out.

And Eddie was distracted, solely focused on the two of you and how he wanted to roll around on the carpet because the cuteness aggression was almost unbearable. If this was how he would be spending every work-free morning for the rest of his life, he was ready to convert to being a morning person.

Especially if those big sparkly eyes and that gummy smile would be staring up at him. GOD-she was so stinking cute. He wanted to smother her in his affection, but she was growing annoyed with Eddie all up in her face and squishing the chub she was accumulating. She even cried if he faked chewed on her chunky cheeks for too long.

“What’s that smell?” You asked, snapping him out of his love stupor as you sniffed loudly.

“FUCK!” Eddie bolted back to the kitchen, smoke surrounding the pan and what had once been edible eggs, “Hey, honey, what’s your opinion on extra crispy eggs? You a risk taker?”

“The answer to that is hurting my nipple right now.”

“Valid. That was a very fun risk.”

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yellowsweater-bluevest · 2 months

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“I don’t think I’m straight.”

Steve had reached that conclusion exactly ten seconds before saying it out loud. Laying upside down on the couch of his house with his best friend draping her legs on top of him.

“Is that what you were thinking about?” Robin asked, not lifting her eyes from her book.

“Yeah, it just makes sense.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Steve hummed thoughtfully. Did he want to talk about it? Was it important enough? Did it change anything?

“I feel the same,” he said. “I thought being gay would feel different.” For a second, Steve was sure Robin would tell him that was a stupid thing to think.

“Are you gay?” Robin asked instead, because she is Robin. She was able to ask something in a judgemental tone without being judgy.

“I'm not straight.” he repeated.

“Pretty sure there are more than two options.” She explained with a joking tone. It was lucky, she thought, that she found a zine hidden in a library when she visited her aunt in Indianapolis.

“How do I know what I am?”

“I don't know, actually,” she said, putting her book down. “I've never seen what the big deal with men is.” Robin explained, crossing her arms. “That's how I knew.”

“I definitely see the big deal with women,” Steve responded simply.

“What about men?”

“I think I always saw the big deal, I just pretended it did not exist.” Steve explained.

“Oh, sweet old denial.” She teased. “How do you feel about this?”

“I would feel better if I had better taste.” Steve deadpanned, causing Robin to laugh and kick him. He slid out of the sofa dramatically to the floor. “Kicking me while I'm most vulnerable, Buckley? I see your game.”

“I have been bidding my time to find your weak spot, Harrington.” Robin joked lightly, jabbing Steve’s legs with her foot. “You will fall, Steven!”

Steve retaliated by pulling her into the floor.

“Look who's falling now?”

“Whatever,” Robin pushed herself to sit upward, sitting on the floor with her back against the sofa. Steve mimicked her with his back against the coffee table. “Who is the guy?” she asked.

“I don't wanna tell you,” Steve whispered, more out of respect for their tradition than anything else. “You’ll make fun of me.”

“Of course I will,” she whispered back. Steve reached for her hand to intertwine their fingers and she held him without batting an eye. “That’s kinda my job as your soulmate.” Steve chuckled. “I have to make sure whoever it is doesn’t mess up our vibe, you know?” He didn’t.

“I’m sure he won’t."

"Are you really gonna make me guess?" Steve lit up at the suggestion. Before he could speak, Robin continued "I'm not gonna guess, just tell me."

"Are you afraid of getting it wrong and looking like a fool?" He teased.

"It's Eddie." She answered less than a second later.

Steve did not respond, shocked at her quick response.

"Who's the fool now, Steve?" The smile on her face was infectious to Steve, who poker her with his foot.

"How did you do that?"

"By having eyes."

"What do you think?" She closed her eyes and hummed as Steve waited for her response.

"I think he looks at you the same way you look at him."

"I should ask him out."

"I can be your wingman!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, my god, yes!"

"We have to make a plan," Robin yelled. She jumped to her feet, letting go of Steve's hand, and dashed up the stairs. "I'm going to get some paper."

Steve stayed behind, sitting more comfortably on the floor, and removing the magazines they had on the coffee table off.

They made a plan, that ended in more of a disaster which is a story for another time. There is only one thing that is important.

Eddie said yes.

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tinythebunni · 2 months

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Eddie “the freak” Munson x cheerleader reader

!! Big Stretch Baby !!

You were probably ruining your reputation by just being in his trailer. You were definitely ruining your reputation by getting fucked by Eddie Munson. The freak of Hawkins High School.

You didn’t know what it was about him, something just drew you in. Maybe it was the way he lived life like it was only him that mattered. Or maybe it was the way he smiled after losing a fight with your boyfriend, with blood staining his teeth and winks sent your way.

It didn’t matter much now, you couldn’t even think with the way his hands were massaging your tits and his hand sliding down your underwear. You squealed and kicked your feet when he pinched your clit, almost as if you were trying to get away.

“Oh no baby, ’m not letting you go that easy.” He remarked as spread open your folds with his index and middle finger.

You looked up at him, chest heaving and eyes glossed over with need. “Been trying to get in this pretty pussy for years, you’re such a fucking tease. Wearing those tiny cheer skirts, been such a slutty lil baby.”

Your back arched into his touch as your hands curled into his bed sheets, face curled in his shoulder, trying to muffle your moans in his neck. He continued fucking his fingers into you, two digits deep inside you, hitting that spongy spot that made you see starts. His thumb rubbing you clit as you spasmed against him.

Just as you were about to cum around him, he pulled away from you, leaving you feeling empty. He looked down at you and saw how you clenched around nothing, making his cock twitch in his jeans.

Eddie almost always went commando, made it easier for him to pull himself out his pants and jerk off to you at cheer practice. He’d pull down his pants and pump up and down his cock until he lost all restraint and came to your tits peeking out your bra and silly little cheer top.

He spins you around so your facing him, slamming his lips against yours. You moan against him, hands trying to figure out where to go. You were such a cute little thing to him, you and your goddamn doe eyes staring at him, hands moving up and down his body, trying to figure out where to place them.

Eddie wanted to ruin you completely and utterly. He wanted to break you down and build you up and replace you with only thoughts of him and mold you into his slutty little plaything. He wanted to train you to get wet even at just the thought of him.

He kisses down your neck while your hands fiddle with his belt buckle and jeans. Your nimble fingers fumble with the zipper, messing up a fee times from nerves and arousal.

His cute baby.

Slipping his jeans down and off completely, you look back up at him, catching sight of his leaking pink tip. Eddie was average sized, maybe 6 or 7 inches. But god! Was his dick girthy. You didn’t even know if you could fit it in your mouth.

Almost as If Eddie could hear your thoughts, he spoke up. “Uh uh Baby, you can taste me another time. Right now I wanna get inside that gorgeous cunt of yours. ‘Know she’s achin for it.”

Eddie pulls your panties to the side and lines up his tip with your opening, tapping it against you as you whine and grind down on to him.

“Shh baby, be patient f’me, know ya got it in you.” Oh he was gonna just ruin you! But that’s exactly what you wanted. He slid inside slowly, groaning at the feeling of your walls fitting to accomatd him. “Biiiig stretch baby, can you handle it?”

You nodded rapidly, already too fucked out to answer. Your tongue was slightly out your mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks form how badly you needed to come. He could feel you clenching around him and the slight roll of your hips as you tried to get him to move.

You could feel the slight pain but you didn’t care. You just wanted Eddie! You just wanted him in you and fucking up into you and god the way you could feel your tummy bulging had you curling your toes.

“Fuck baby, you see that? See how deep I’m in you?” As if to prove his statement, he fucked up into you, holding your hips as a handle for him. You let him use you, let him use you like a fucktoy. You just wanted him on you. You wanted it all.

You forgot to answer him in your daze, which he obviously caught. Eddie grabbed your cheeks, pushing them into a pout as he kissed your face. “Look at you, ya dumb thing. Can’t even answer a simple question?” He pushed your hips down onto him so you’d grind down onto him, his tip hitting the perfect spot inside of you.

You could feel the smirk on his lips while he continued kissing you, moving down to your neck, moving your shirt out the way to make space for him.

He couldn’t wait to see you walk into school tomorrow, blushing bought red as your ass cheeks from his hand prints, desperately trying to cover up his hickeys and love bites. The thought made him groan against you, as you panted and held onto his chest trying to get a grip on reality.

“Gonna fuck you dumb baby. Don’t cover up these marks either. Wanna watch your stupid fucking boyfriends face when he sees how much of a slut you are for the freak.”

What a fucking pervert.

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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

tags: 18+ very graphic smut, rough van sex, dirty talk, analplay, sub!eddie but also very much switch!eddie, lust at first sight, major mutual pining, a sprinkle of perv!eddie but hes sexy so its okay, (1) guest appearance by dustin, post vol. 2 fix-it fic, 7k filth

summary: she’s the girl next door. eddie is the metalhead freak who’s just barely clearing his name after a whole town fiasco. opposites attract but certainly not like this, and certainly not in the back of eddie’s van.

a/n: pov vol 2 ended on a positive note and eleven miraculously fixed everything so a freshly-graduated eddie can now live his life to the fullest!!!!!!!! aka what should’ve happened… minors dni. not for u.

It’s rare for Eddie Munson to be roaming the white-picket fence suburbs of Hawkins. It feels like a fantasyland — golden retrievers and tabby cats, designated trash days and bright, green grass full of yellow daffodils, oak trees with makeshift swings and wooden playgrounds built by loving fathers. It’s too perfect, too uncanny, and Eddie knows deep down that he doesn’t belong in such a world as nice as this one.

But the suburbs of Hawkins are also welcoming.

When he gives Dustin a ride from school to home, when the noon is at its peak, golden rays and soft sprinklers making rainbows rise from the soil, he thinks — for a moment or two — that he belongs. He could if he wanted to. When Henderson invites him over for dinner, or when Harrington needs help fixing his car, when Mike needs relationship advice (as if Eddie could know anything about that) and when Robin wants to know more about Iron Maiden to impress the metalhead ladies, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, it isn’t so bad on this side of town.

That is until he saw you. And he realized then why everyone called this part of Hawkins a slice of paradise.

Pretty college student. Cut-off shorts from the Gap paired with baggy baseball tees, and a cute nose always stuffed in a romance novel or — some days — a textbook. Glossy lips, adorable socks and checkered picnic blankets where you’d lay out on the too-pristine yard, kicking your legs back and forth as if acting like eye candy was your specialty.

The perfect poster girl of Hawkins with just enough rough edges to be labelled the girl next door.

Only, Eddie doesn’t live next door to you. Dustin does.

“The least you could tell me is her name, Henderson. I don’t want gas money, I want her name. Spelled out for me, syllable by syllable. Government name.” Eddie rambles, shifting impatiently in the driver’s seat as Dustin leans over the passenger window from the outside. “We’re sitting ducks here, man. What if she sees us spying on her damn fence like some creeps?”

The curly-haired sophomore sighs, fingers strung together as he frowns at his older friend, “You are a grown ass man, Eddie. All you have to do is ask her, just say hi, make an impression or something! You can’t just be looking at her from afar everytime you come over, blasting this Metallica shit…”

“You are on very thin ice, boy.” Eddie wags a finger at him, wide eyes bouncing between Dustin and the front of your house. “I don’t know her like you know her. I don’t wanna be weird, especially after just putting all this town satanic cult bull behind my ass. She might think — dammit, I don’t know… I just wouldn’t wanna scare the girl, okay?” He sucks in a deep breath, shrugging the thought off with a hopeful smile, “Not this time.”

“Disgusting.”

He snaps his head towards Dustin, reaching over and rustling the cap on his head with a playful smirk. “You’re disgusting, you fuckin’ booger.”

And as if on cue, like every other day he’s been through this neighborhood, Eddie watches your figure emerge from the porch, picnic blanket and weathered paperback in hand. His jaw goes slack at the image of your denim overall-clad frame, nothing but a bikini-like bra underneath the number while a fresh cigarette dangles from your lips. So much skin — the exposed flesh of your neck, the salty beads of sweat rolling down your collarbone, the cherubic glow of your complexion and the alluring blush of your lips as you sit out on the yard.

Fuck.

A loud boom pulls the metalhead from his trance. Dustin’s palm comes down against the flimsy van door. “Earth to Eddie? Get a grip, you’re drooling.”

And all he can really say is: “She’s so damn pretty.”

Maybe he’s overreacting. Maybe he’s just really that in-deep with a girl who he has never, ever spoken to. Maybe he’s a pervert rather than a misunderstood freak and this is all just completely wrong of him. But, god, it feels so right to stare. Eddie can’t help it, especially once you catch sight of Dustin and send him an adorable little wave — then your eyes flicker over to Eddie’s dumbfounded expression inside the van, where you wave at him too.

And the twenty one year-old swears he dies. Right at that moment. His heart skips several beats all at once, possibly even flatlining as a small smile falls upon your graceful features, bursting right out of his chest even as you look away and immediately redirect your attention to the walkman in your pocket like you hadn’t just casually murdered him alive.

Fuck me, he thinks.

The next time Eddie sees you, he gets a little more than a wave. He’s reveling in this newfound attention as he bounces down the steps of Dustin’s porch and catches sight of you on the other side of the fence, already staring his way before he sends you a nerdy two-finger salute with a close-lipped smile. And just before he reaches the sidewalk, your sweet voice stops him in his determined tracks.

“Metallica at three p.m. in this neighborhood is a death wish, you know.”

Eddie turns slowly on his heels, shoes facing you before his whole body follows hesitantly. He’s trying to wipe off that stupid expression on his face, lips parted into a skinny ‘O’ that makes him look like a fish out of water as you finally make eye contact. He heats up immediately from the inside, belly churning and throat tightening when you give him a once over. And it seems like you don’t exactly care for subtlety either — blown pupils raking over his tattooed arms, taking in the torn rips of his shirt-turned-tank-top and the tanlines just above his elbows.

He hopes you think that the scars on his body are just as badass (if not, more) than his tats.

Say something. “Didn’t know music was on a schedule.” Eddie manages to follow along with a shrug, lips tugging to the side nervously.

In response, you smile. You fucking smile as if he hadn’t just said the most stupid response ever. It’s gentle, airy, almost effortless as crescent-like lines shape your warm cheeks and you cup a hand over your eyes, adorably squinting through the bright sunlight. “Oh, believe me, I had Iron Maiden on blast one time and ever since then, the whole block has been thinking I’m some sort of cult apologist.”

His heart grows like a balloon filling with helium, voice even going so far to climb several octaves of excitement as his eyebrows shoot up his forehead. “You… you listen to that kind of stuff?”

You play with the lacy strap of your top. You’re beaming widely at him from the other side of the fence. “Do you judge books by their covers, mister?”

“No, ma’am.” Eddie swipes the glistening pad of his thumb across his bottom lip, stifling the grin that threatens to spread across his mouth. Sheepish, he shakes his head. “I think I underestimated you then. I’m… I’m sorry I…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m kidding. Seriously though, I have a bunch of mixtapes back in my room. Ozzy, Dio, some Sabbath. No one really gets it, but you… you seem like you do.”

And Eddie wonders: could you get any more damn perfect? The suburban denim dream, the girl next door, the quintessential concoction of every teenage boy’s fantasy and every teenage girl’s desire… listens to metal music? And not just AC/DC or KISS (because everyone loves those guys), but the same music he’s grown up with and loved?

He can’t help but picture you in your bed, records spread out across your comforter as you switch between Dream Evil and Peace of Mind. Your limbs stretched out on the mattress, shirt riding up with nothing but black panties underneath as you rock out to his favorites.

Yeah. He’ll think about that one a lot.

“I definitely get it. I do, I really do. I love metal.” Eddie rambles, hoping to keep your attention by stalling this conversation as much as possible. You nod at him with those big, innocent eyes and roll your fleshy lip between your teeth, keen to every stupid word that falls from his tongue. “But hey, it can be our little secret, then.” He leisurely gravitates towards the van while you match his strides, taking note of his quavering pitch and the use of Eddie’s own hands waving through the air wildly as he attempts to withhold his nervousness. “And again, just for peace of mind, I didn’t mean to judge. I figured…”

“Madonna?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He chuckles. Feels the anxiety in his stomach build even more. “Nothin’ wrong with Madonna, though. Sexy tunes. Can’t deny that.”

Sexy tunes. Come on, Munson.

But that draws a giggle right out of you, “Sexy tunes, indeed.” Then, you’re both leaning against the side of his van. No fence or Dustin coming between the two of you, just your sweaty bodies and Hawkins’ summer heat seeping through your thin clothes. You hold your palm out, fingers welcomingly outstretched. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Eddie’s gaze bounces from your smaller hand to the doting expression on your face before gingerly enveloping it in his own. “Eddie. Edward. E-Eddie. You can…” You give him a gentle squeeze, a sure smile dusting over your lips. “You can just call me Eddie, or whatever. Whatever you want, Y/N.”

“Well,” You laugh again, and Eddie blushes profusely at the lighthearted noise. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Whatever.” You share another one of those looks, and he swears that this time — this time, your eyes do all the talking that needs to be done. “I think we’ll get along really well… Eddie.”

His name has never sounded so perfect out loud.

Eddie sees you again.

And again. Every time he drops Dustin off. Again. Leant against the side of his van. Talking and talking, until there’s nothing to talk about — but it’s rare. He always has something to talk about, even when his voice fails him and he stutters or stumbles over syllables because you’re so fucking pretty and he’s… he’s just Eddie. But you see him differently than the others, so he supposes that maybe being “just Eddie” isn’t such an awful thing after all.

Again, you talk. The sidewalk. Along the road. On your lawn. Sometimes, Eddie will even join you on your blanket, skim through your books and take note of what you read, then he’ll recommend “true” literature like Lord of the Rings or something else with elves and witches.

Summer has never felt so long.

Again.

Until again becomes every afternoon. Even on the days Dustin doesn’t need a ride home anymore. Even on the days he has to practice with his band at four, but he can always just come see you at three and drive back because it’s no big deal. Even on the days your parents say you need to stop talking to that Munson boy because he’s no good, but who fucking cares?

Again, anyways.

You’re not scared of him. He’s not scary. He never was.

And so afternoons turn into nights. And nights consist of sneaking out to Eddie’s van that he’s parked a few houses down the street, because God forbid he talks to the innocent girl next door. Innocent is one fat hoax. You’re smoking pot with him in the back of his fucking van for Ozzy’s sake, giggly and unrelenting as you sit next to each other and drench yourselves in the scent of weed and Eddie’s drugstore cologne while Metallica plays faintly in the background.

He’s all man, but soft with his eyes. Soft in the way he looks at you. Crude in the way he secretly desires you. Now that he knows you, really knows you, you aren’t just beautiful.

You’re completely devastating.

You take a long drag of his joint, wincing as the paper sizzles and burns orange. “Fuck, I wish I tried getting high sooner. You’re a horrible influence, you know that?”

Eddie hums with a toothy grin, fiddling with the pair of flimsy headphones in his lap. “And yet you still meet me back here every night.”

“Why do I even do that?”

“Um, ‘cause I got, like, really fucking good ‘A’ quality weed and impeccable taste in music.” He shrugs nonchalantly, eyes following the mold of your lips around the bud. “Easy there, tigress. Don’t hog it.”

“You said…”

“I said, you could have one hit. And now, I’m confiscating it.”

You groan in protest as Eddie leans over to your side of the van and snatches the blunt from you, tossing it into a mushroom shaped ashtray as he gazes at you curiously. “Since when did you become so mean to me?”

“Weed is meant to be treasured, Y/N. And plus, I’m always mean.”

He has to admit — there has been tension between the two of you ever since your afternoon catch-ups turned into late night talking. Maybe he’s imagining it, but surely you feel it too. The bubbling in his stomach when your elbows brush in such a confined space. The heat rushing to his cheeks when you laugh and place a hand on his thigh, or the dizzy rush flooding your forehead when he picks a flyaway strand of hair off of your shoulder. The increase in your heartbeats as you stare at each other for a minute too long, even sneaking in a second glance because you just have to.

“You know what you should treasure?” You quirk a brow at him. A smirk tugs upon your lips as you dig through your pocket and pull out a cassette tape, shaking it in front of Eddie’s face. “This week’s mix I made you.”

“My mix is better.” He flicks his walkman open, switching out the tape inside for the one you hand him. “Here’s yours, ma’am.”

And he supposes that no one really expected that his friendship with the girl next door would be founded on trading music with each other. Ever since you and Eddie found out your tastes were in alignment, you made it a goal to introduce new songs to him — Madonna included. Sexy tunes.

You think he could get used to the oddity of The Cure. He thinks he can convince you that Guns N’ Roses will eventually be a rock sensation. You’re skeptical. Maybe.

So you marinate in each other’s stagnant presence, leaning on opposite walls of his metal tin can of a van, holding your own walkmans with ears caressed by Koss headphones and lids shut as your heads bob to the acoustics. Eddie can’t help but crack an eye open, sneaking a peek at your chewed lip and your look of concentration.

“I like this one.” You pipe up, feeling his stare on you. He glances away before you can actually catch him, training his gaze on the mess of blankets behind the driver’s seat. “You know, your choices this week are very interesting, Munson.”

Suggestive. His choices are suggestive, is what you’re thinking. From the first to the last track, the list of songs messily etched onto the cassette with the most boyish handwriting you’d ever seen, you can only hope that the metalhead holds some sort of attraction for you in the same manner you do for him.

Eddie chuckles, and winces apologetically at you. “I still hate The Cure, by the way.”

You nod unconvinced, and pull one of the cups of your headphones away from your ear. There’s a smile of amusement, an interested dimple in your cheek. “And yet you included The Perfect Girl on here?”

“Only because it made me think of you.”

For once, he realizes that he has flustered you. Your jaw goes slack, your pupils widen, brows softening before your nose crinkles at him. “Shut up, Eddie.”

His palms raise in a peaceful surrender, ringed fingers wiggling adorably. “You asked, Y/N.” A beat. Then you’re playfully throwing a jacket at his face and squealing before he instinctively lunges forward at you, gentle hands pulling you back by the elbows. Despite the struggle, eventually he’s pinned to the floor of the van and you’re on top of him straddling his soft belly. “Get off, you monster!” He near-giggles, sputtering as his hair gets into his mouth and he feels your body racking with laughter.

“You’re so rude to me. Like the rudest. When has The Cure ever hurt you?” You pant out, chest rising and falling steadily as you both catch your breath. Eddie’s headphones haphazardly hug his head, walkman in the palm that rests above him. “Do you treat your girlfriend this way, hm?”

“No girlfriend.”

“Oh?”

“Mmm, I thought it was obvious.” He replies quietly, the sound comes out more like a soft moan rather than an agreement. His plushy lips are wet with saliva, tongue poking between the pink flesh as his eyes flicker from your parting mouth to your curious, swirling irises. “S’why I’m here with you.”

“So I’m the second choice is what you’re…”

“Please, you are farthest from the second choice, sweetheart.” Eddie laughs, ribs rumbling against his torso. Only then does he become hyper aware of the way your breasts push up against his shirt, the warmth of your skin intermixing with his, your nipples hardening against the thin white fabric of your camisole. Sweetheart, you repeat. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. “Do you have one?”

“A girlfriend?” You ask, tone playful and curious.

Careless Whisper echoes through his headphones; your mixtape is still looping through his walkman as you trail your fingers down his wrists and brace yourself on his chest.

Fucking hell. It’s ironic. It’s pathetic. George Michael needs to shut up. Why is this damned song on here? He’s struggling to think, struggling to focus on the words coming from your mouth, struggling to keep it in his pants because you keep shifting farther and farther away from his stomach, and more and more towards his crotch. Focus. Tune out that stupid saxophone.

“Sure.” He shrugs breathlessly, tingling with anticipation.

“Nope.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Not yet, no. Why is this a conversation, Eddie?” You bite your lip cheekily, knees planted firmly on either side of his lean body when you gaze down at him then survey the still-lit joint resting on his ashtray. Silence, then: “Can I have a hit? Please?”

Eddie glances at your lips, fixating on how your tongue darts out to lick at the sticky gloss. The moonlight casts a glow over your frame, highlighting the path of your curves through your tank top. And without really taking his eyes off of your beautiful face, his fingers reach for the blunt, a blush spreading across his chiseled cheeks when your hand brushes against his to grab it.

Please.

A sizzle rustles through the heavy air as you take a slow drag.

And Eddie can’t help himself. Not this time.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?”

You’re slowly tossing the perfectly-good blunt aside, leaning down and lazily grabbing Eddie gingerly by his chin.

He thinks you’re gonna kiss him.

And before he can lift his head to meet you, instead, you’re blowing a puff of smoke between his parted lips with an exhale. “Fuck… ing… heck…” He instantly groans, eyelids drooping as your ass pushes against him teasingly like you hadn’t just shotgunned into his goddamn mouth. Party trick. You flutter your lashes bashfully, dimples poking at your cheeks as Eddie gapes at you just inches away from your face. “Y/N, where the fuck did you… learn that?”

You sigh. “Eddie Munson, you just keep on underestimating me.”

“I really do, I really fucking do…” He huffs, knuckles turning white around his walkman as you sensually tug his headphones off. “I just — just thought you were…”

“Innocent? Oblivious? I may be your girl next door fantasy… or whatever the fuck you Hawkins boys think about me…” You smirk, taking Eddie’s much-larger hands into yours and placing them firmly on your hips. “… but I am not fucking blind… you’ve been acting so off this entire night, must need something to take the edge off, don’t you?”

Fucking Ozzy. He can’t take it. His lips tug into a wince. “That easy, huh?”

Red-handed, you coo. “The easiest.”

“So technically you’re calling me easy, then?” Eddie jokes, heart pounding against his chest as he tenderly digs his fingertips into your love handles.

This is what he’s wanted. This is it.

And it’s not a fucking dream at all. It’s absolutely heaven.

Just like heaven.

“Eh, I think it’s endearing. The way you…” He curses under his breath as you lean over and trail your mouth up his jawline, biting his earlobe. “… savor me… savor looking at me. The way you think I don’t notice your stare, when your eyes wander a couple inches down whenever I talk? Oh, you think you’re so slick. I’m not naïve. Why do you think we hang out in your van at night?”

He shudders when your teeth find the cool surface of the guitar pick around his neck. “You’re evil, sweetheart.”

“And you’re horny, but maybe I shouldn’t talk about that.”

“No, definitely…” Eddie laughs nervously, swallowing as he looks down at you. “Definitely not. I’m… fuck, I’m fine. I’m good.”

“Or, maybe I should.” Back and forth banter. It’s natural with you. Too natural, almost like it has always meant to be like this between the eager pair of you. You don’t kiss him, not yet. He can wait. “Acting like a gentleman, like my friend, when in reality you can’t help but think of banging me everytime we see each other?”

“M’sorry, okay? We are friends — fuck, Y/N. Can’t focus… can’t exactly t-talk when you’re on my lap like that.”

Heat pools to his lower stomach, breaths quickening as his hands mindlessly drift down to your upper thighs, squeezing your skin through your little shorts when you grind against him. “Like this? How does it feel? Touching me, feeling me on you like this?”

Eddie’s eyes are dark, almost black in the dim shadows of his van. He looks up at you with the most dilated, entranced look, and you swear it almost makes you break. “Feels… feels so nice. Warm. I just… fuck, I don’t… don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna do… Y/N, goddamnit…”

“I think it’s both clear what we want, no?” You press a kiss to his cheek, running your thumb along the skin beneath his lower lashes. His self-control is slowly diminishing, inch by inch, he feels himself melting in your presence. “I stare, too, just so you know. I stare a lot.”

“Yeah?” Eddie lifts a shaky hand, nervously cupping your jaw and nudging his nose against yours. His voice ghosts your skin, raspy and more of a whimper than a command. “Tell me about it.”

Your mouth hovers over his, lips barely brushing against each other. Touching, touching, touching, only to pull away at the very last second. He can almost just taste the marijuana from your tongue, almost taste the honey dripping from your voice as you peck the corner of his lips. Almost. “I look at your arms, and your really cool tattoos, then I picture… where else you have them on your body…” You gasp into his ear as his hips rut into you, his fingers drawing shapes against the side of your face. “Picture your lips on my chest… kissing me, leaving marks… bruises, hickies, whatever you want, Munson. Your mouth between my — my thighs… tugging on your hair because you’d be so good to me, wouldn’t you?”

“M’want you so bad. You don’t know the half of it.” He whispers, stroking a knuckle across the shadow of your cupid’s bow. “Please… let me… fuck, let me kiss you. Please, Y/N. Want it so bad. Been wanting you ever since summer started. Makin’ me crazy, got me feeling like I’m insane with the way I just… just obsess over us.”

He’s earned it.

“Like I said, whatever you want.” You grin devilishly.

Eddie’s lips finally collide with yours, erotically wet and far from smooth. It’s incongruous, sweaty skin rubbing against each other and clothes rustling as Eddie sits up, your arms swaddling his lanky frame while you crane your neck to kiss him deeply. His hair is in your mouth, his nose smushed against the side of your face, strained groans slipping from his throat as he traverses down your neck, selfishly licking the divot of your collarbone before his palms are venturing under your camisole.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He whines, lashes fluttering against your thin bra as he pulls your top over your head. He’s mouthing at the cups, biting at the stringy lace of your push-up before he’s tugging the material down to reveal your nipples. “I just… fuck, I’m just in awe of you. You’re the perfect girl, and I get to have you.” He wraps his lips around the hardened bud, moaning as he alternates between the two and litters your flesh in dark hickies. You fist his hair, caving into his frame. “You’re so sexy. Just… fucking… took the words out of me, leavin’ me speechless… I’ll make you feel so f-fucking good if you let me.”

Your head rolls back as he kisses up the underside of your chin, meeting your lips in a more tender kiss. Your nails trail underneath his Iron Maiden ringer tee, lightly tracing over the raised scars on his abdomen, his belly, skimming over his sparse happy trail and the subtlety of his v-line. “You’re all talk, Eddie… wanna make me feel good?” He nods meekly, the veins in his neck flexing as you stroke his brow bone. “Think you should start by undressing me…”

“Christ, please.”

And without a beat, Eddie’s reaching around you to unclasp your bra, tossing it aside so that it lands over the back of the driver’s seat. He kisses his way down your belly, the little pudge when you sit, only for him to lay you down on your back, clumping up a bunch of jackets to make a pillow for your head. His fingers unbutton your shorts, tugging them down the length of your legs with your panties until they get caught on your Chucks.

He takes those off too. Quite frankly, chucks the Chucks across the van with a squeaky mutter of ‘goddamn shoes…’ before he’s pocketing a lineup of chunky rings into his jeans.

Eddie’s mouth makes up for the dorky mishap, his lips make haste against your tender calves, biting the squish of your thighs and nudging his nose against the glossy patches of arousal on the inside of your skin. He inhales the scent of your cunt, and you jerk with a moan of surprise as he kisses you there, open and fluttering for him while he lays on his stomach.

He’s never seen such a pretty pussy. It emboldens him, leaves him brazen and aching for more even though it’s the first time he’s ever seen you this naked. Even though he’s barely even had you, he still needs more.

“Need you so bad it hurts.” Eddie growls, looking up at you with a smirk as you gnaw on your bottom lip. “You’re just… fuck, how did you get this wet? God, you’re unreal, baby… let me? Please? Let me… let me eat it… I’ll do anything…”

Let me. Let me. Let me. It’s his mantra. You’d be lying if you deny that it stirs something animalistic within you.

You nod violently, biting down on your forefinger as he props you up against the wall of the van and parts your knees even further before he’s shoving his face into you. Your hands dart straight into his curls again, pulling and tugging until you’re holding him by a wiry ponytail, watching the eager way he suckles at the bundle of nerves just at the apex of your sex.

Eddie feels like a fucking virgin. Desperate. Impatient. Aggressive. He’s too excited — it displays itself when he slips two digits into your needy slit, taking in how you instantly buck against him. You need him. Need him in the same manner he needs this. His ego fires up as he drives his fingers further, running his tongue over and back and down your clit until your grip on his hair becomes suffocating.

“Having fun down there, h-hm?” You croak. Even with his head buried between your thighs, you’re mischievous, challenging, witty. He’d fuck the brains out of you if he could, but honestly, he isn’t even sure if he could survive one second with his cock in your little fist. “Fuckkk. You’re makin’ me feel so good, Eds…” Your head hits the metal wall, a soft bang that goes unnoticed with all the squelching and creaming as Eddie scissors his fingers.

“You’re so perfect. You’re so perfect, I love the way you look right now, s’fucking hot… could cum just by watching you.”

“Yeah? Just wait — just fucking wait till I suck you off.”

Eddie can’t wrap his thoughts around it. His tongue, his hands, where he’s buried inside you. He’s wanted this, ever since the start of summer, and he’s here with the girl he thought was untouchable — the perfect girl with a perfect, filthy secret that is him.

You’re grinding your mound against his mouth, quivering jaw unhinged in the darkness of his large van. His eyes flicker up to your tits, slick with his spit and your own as a dribble of saliva falls from your lips, tainting your skin.

For once, you aren’t put-together. He’s ripping your façade apart at the seams and leaving nothing to sew back.

“You’re a fucking mess, Y/N… oh, I do this to you?” He’s touching you till you’re vibrating and mewling. He’s lapping every drop of you up, tasting you permanently on his lips as he prods at your clit. “Fuck, honey…” Eddie bites you, hard enough to nurse a bruise on the inside of your thigh. “Please cum for me, yeah? Jus’ look how wet I’ve gotten you, sweetheart… you’re practically — oh, my god… you’re practically gaping… you wanna cum that bad?”

You really can’t help it. Not when he’s cooing at you with that whiny voice, teasing and suggestive as your cunt spasms over his pink knuckles. Your hips rise from the carpet flooring, and Eddie leaves another bite-mark on your stomach as slick trickles out of you. You don’t moan. You don’t scream, nor cry. Just a broken whimper and a restrained, quiet utterance of Eddie’s name beneath your breath.

Somehow, it makes his cock pulse even harder.

He gently kisses your cunt, running a soothing tongue over the bruises he’s left and the dip in where your hip meets your thigh. “Fuck, that was hot.” He smells the aftermath of your orgasm, really smelling you this time, and it ends up driving him nuts. “Oh, Y/N… your pussy…” You follow his gaze, letting out a lewd sound as Eddie admires the puffiness of your folds, swollen and open from his work. You jolt as soon as he tries to spread you. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, d-didn’t mean to get so damn rough with you. You tasted so fucking nice, s’all.”

“No, I…” You brush his hair away from his face, pushing his bangs aside as he sits up and wedges himself between your knees. “I love rough. I can take it. I can take this.” Your other hand palms him through his jeans, before you’re dipping yourself beneath his waistband, hairs prickling at your skin as you grasp him. “Do you want me to be rough with you, Eds? Because I just… I really, really want your cock, and I… I dunno if I can hold myself back…”

“Oh, you little slut.” He gasps brazenly as you pull his shirt off, eyes wide at your sudden conviction for him, “Take it. Take me, Y/N. I’m all yours, whatever you fucking want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby.”

You smirk, helping him kick off his jeans and boxers. Your cunt pathetically gapes for him once he’s bare, contracting around nothingness as Eddie takes your place against the wall. He leans back, and you just stare — drinking him in the same way he drinks you in. Your puffy nipples, still damp from his spit, your darkened neck a testament to his artistry, your mouth parting in awe as you fit his erect cock into your hand. Barely.

He’s big — lengthwise, and it curves heavily in your grasp as you lean down to pop him between your lips. Eddie nearly knees you, palms flying to cover his face as he desperately cries your name. “Y/N… oh, f-fucking… oh, Jesus…” You rake your nails up and down his thighs, licking a stripe up his manhood as you play with his sopping tip.

You chuckle in amusement around him, “Such a leaky cock. You like that, Eds? Mmm, you messy boy. All this pre-cum and I’ve… aw, I’ve barely touched you. Tell me what feels good, ‘kay?”

“S’all of it… all of it is — it’s good… fuck, words are so… words…” He melts even more as you sheathe him into your mouth, stuttering as he feels you hold back a gag. Your whole body convulses, back arching upwards as Eddie watches you take and take and take. “Oh, Y-Y/N… you just keep — keep getting better and better. Holy shit.” His belly aches with desire, tightening with each bob of your head and every seductive blink of your eyes. “You’re gorgeous. Thought about you.. whenever you’d — mmm, whenever you’d lay out on that darn lawn, what if I took you right there? What if I just… fucked you on that grass…”

“You and your dirty mouth, Munson.” You glare up at him in feigned annoyance, jerking his shaft with fast, purposeful movements. “I think it’s funny… how you pretend like you’re such a nice guy when really, you’re only a perv for me.”

“So what? Are you gonna punish me?” He challenges beadily, tongue poking out between gritted teeth like he could win this fight. “Or are you gonna fuck me, pretty girl?”

And just like that, the air changes. He feels the shift, the veil that falls over your eyes, nothing but sex and his scent running in your mind.

“No, Eds.” You move to straddle his thigh; your bare cunt dragging against his scarred skin. “I’m gonna make you beg.”

You take him into your fist again, stroking him between the generous suction of your lips and the sweep of your tongue. He tastes good to your surprise, and then you’re creating a pool of spit that trickles from his abdomen to his balls.

Messy girl. “Christ, Y/N.”

You release him with an erotic pop! — there’s stringy saliva connecting you to the crown of his cock, your throat is raw, his dick impatient, twitchy and excited. “You wanna fuck me so bad, you can’t even think straight. Look at my hand right now, look how tiny it looks when I hold you…” You grind yourself against his knee, groaning with him as you quicken your pace. Your brows furrow, a wicked grin ghosting itself over your features. “Baby, are you going to cum already?”

“Y/N, don’t s-stop. I’m beggin’ you, please…”

“Oh, you’re begging? This is what you call begging?”

“Please, s’too hard.”

“Too hard? What’s too hard? Me not letting you cum, or…” You give him one good jerk, twisting your fist so that your thumb brushes over his white-coated tip. “… your cock? Because you’re awfully, awfully rock hard right now. I bet it hurts doesn’t it, my love?” My love. His eyes gloss over. Your mouth hugs the shell of his ear. “You wanna cum?”

“Y-Yes…” He near-whimpers. Desperate. “Wanna cum so badly.”

“No.”

You release him for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. His climax dwindles back to square one, and his leg thrashes out in dismay. There’s sweat beading down your forehead, drops forming on Eddie’s brow bone as he scowls at you.

You kiss him, almost like an apology, but Eddie can tell you’re not sorry. Far from it. You enjoy this, enjoy getting him off just to start over and make him beg. Is it so sick that he likes it? The more you stretch this interaction out, the more he gets to touch you. Like now, as you swing your knees on either side of him, his palm gingerly clasping the nape of your neck as he presses your face to his.

“Let me fuck you? Let me be inside?” He pleads, nudging his nose against yours in anguished yearning. He drags his hand over your cheek, enveloping your jaw with outstretched fingers. “Just wanna bury myself inside you and stay there. Don’t even wanna cum anymore, I promise. I promise I’ll fuck you so good, m’not pathetic like the other guys… wanna feel you jus’ dripping on me, Y/N.”

You don’t answer, just gasp into his parted mouth as you line each other up. The angry head of his cock catches on your swell, snagging your clit before his tip lodges itself inside you and he — quite literally — goes rigid. You curse, slowly sinking down his length until your pussy refuses to take more.

“You’re s-so big.”

Eddie feels like he’s going to fucking burst. “Sweetheart,” He pants, panicked and frenzied as you squeeze around him. Your head lolls onto his shoulder, arms thrown around his body as he tangles his slender fingers into your scalp and pulls you impossibly closer to his chest. “Sweetheart, I can feel every p-part of you… you’re so — fuck, just like that, you wet messy thing.” He whines, the curve of your ass coming down against his lap as you keenly bounce on his cock. He meets you with gentle thrusts, your cunt already milking him thin. “Look at you, fuck, you’re loving this.”

“E-Eddie…” Your tits are squished against his pecs, his necklace sandwiching itself between your damp skin. “More. More. Give it…”

“You can’t take it, baby. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I can take it. I can. It’s not enough, I’m telling you.” You rut your hips stubbornly, guiding his palms to your waist before he’s carefully rolling you onto your side and hiking your calf over the tender slope of his shoulder. “S’not nearly enough, Eds.”

“Okay.” He breathes out, inhaling deeply as he slips himself deeper inside you. The stretch stings harshly, flashes of white prickling at the cones of your vision as he splits you raw and wide open. “Is this enough? You fuckin’… god, you perfect whore…” Your spine tingles as Eddie tugs you closer by the hip, ramming himself into you relentlessly. “… such perfect tits, a perfect leaky cunt…” He presses a kiss to your ankle, before flipping you onto your knees so that he can fuck you from behind. He wants to see you, see you flutter for him, feed his sick thoughts and relive the nights where he jerked himself off in this very van in empty parking lots to the idea of you. “… and this perfect ass… another hole waiting to be used, right, Y/N? You’d let me use it, wouldn’t you? If I’m nice enough, I bet you’d let me fuck it…”

Fucking hell.

You cum as soon as he dips the pad of his thumb against the responsive ring of muscle. You both grow feral at the sensation. Soaked. Pussy chafed raw from his cock. You can’t tell whose fluids are whose, if it’s Eddie’s spit or yours, if it’s your juices or his — the embarrassing manner in which your cunt just sucks him in, the tight walls of your ass fluttering around his gentle finger as he drives into you.

How is the van still upright? Eddie doesn’t know.

He’s an Ozzy clusterfuck of strangled, broken sounds and you’re a broken record player of Eddie-Eddie-Eds-Please, I’m cumming!

He doesn’t stop. Even when you’re shaking and bent-half in now missionary, he sheathes himself inside you till his pelvic bone is crushed to your body. “You feel so good, I’m sorry… I can’t — can’t stop, baby…”

“Don’t. Don’t stop, it’s a-alright.” You heave out, interlocking fingers as his glistening cock disappears into your used cunt. “It’s a l-lot, but it’s okay.” Eddie’s body engulfs you, your heels digging into the dimples in his lower back as he pounds into you. “You’re such a good — good boy, fuck…”

“Yeah?” He bites your throat. “Say.” The under-swell of your boob. “It.” Your arm. “Again.”

“Good boy. Such a good boy, fucking me the way I deserve.”

“Fucking you like you’re a slut.”

“Fucking me like I’m not the girl next door…” You chuckle, breathy and airy before he knocks the wind right out of you. “The whole town is gonna call me a w-whore for once.”

“Suits you better.”

You swear your soul leaves your body. You’re dying. You are dead, nearly limp in his fumbling boyish hands as he cradles your head against his chest and wipes the sweat from your eyes like he loves you. His balls slap against your loosened rim, his thumb putting pressure on your clit until you’re frantically pushing him away.

“I can’t cum again. I can’t.” You sob in pleasure, clawing at his tattoos as if they could save you from his insatiable hunger. “Eddie!”

“Need it, need your cum again, Y/N.” Eddie growls, thrusts stuttering and cock pulsating wildly before he’s spitting onto your sex as if you needed to be any more wet. “I-I think you’re so… so fucking cool, you’re just… you’re too good for me, but I fucking adore you.”

I adore you.

You can’t even talk anymore, vocal chords ripped right out of your throat as your stomach cramps, cramps, cramps and then drops to a low point. Crashing. Flatlining. Clenching hopelessly.

You nearly choke Eddie as a hand flies out to touch him, pulling him close as your walls trap him for a second time. Only now, he’s locked in tight, unable to move, unable to go anywhere and he fucking cums immediately because it’s just too inviting. You feel him seeping out of you, painting your holes with his sticky cum as he stills there like a good boy. He grunts against your lips, kissing you poorly as his orgasm eats him alive.

He’s milked. Spent.

Eddie collapses on top of you, one leg jutted straight and the other bent as he embraces you close with his whole weight resting on your frame. How can he already miss something he just had? Gaining your strength, you kiss down his shoulder, fingertips swirling over muscle and scar tissue and ink as the smell of him floors you.

It’s so Eddie. Woody, earthy, with a spicy fresh top note reminiscent of oak moss and a hint of gasoline, dry cedar and herbs. It makes you dizzy in the best way possible. He’s drenched in the girlish smell of sex, sweat and salty but you’re eager to taste him anyways.

My good boy, you think.

“Are you okay?” Your voice comes out raspy and winded, almost sickly but Eddie knows it's a good-sick.

“Yes, yeah. I just… need a sec.”

“Hm, don’t take too long, Munson.” Shit. Is this over already? Just like that? “Might get wet again.”

Oh. It’s a joke.

And he laughs, wheezy and exhausted as he irritatedly tugs his own hair out of his mouth. “You’re gonna be the death of me, ma’am.” He leans back on his hinges to properly look at you, your cheeks rubbed red-raw from his teeth and your abused, achy cunt still stuffed full of his prick. “Are you okay?”

“I’m alive.”

“Barely.”

“Barely.” You repeat heartily, shaking your head at him with a look of bewilderment. “S’gonna hurt when you pull out, you know.”

“Are you telling me to stay here forever?”

“If you admit that you like The Cure, then yes…” You bite your lip, drumming your fingers against his wrist. “… I’ll let you stay there forever.”

Forever. You both push down the giddy, cheesy smiles that threaten to spread across your faces.

“Never. Never ever.” Eddie chuckles. When he tenderly and patiently pulls out, a wet rush slowly floods out of you, his fingers frantically plug you shut — his thick, translucent cum dripping from his knuckles as he selfishly fucks his hot spill back into you like the perv he is. “But that can stay there forever.”

A freak, but not in the way Hawkins thinks.

You melt at the feeling, limbs spasming awkwardly as he spreads himself over your pussy distractedly. His eyes are so goddamn soft, kind, attentive — even when he’s pushing some of it into your poor asshole, he’s still the sweetest guy you’ve ever hooked up with.

He kisses your clit before he lovingly hikes your panties up your legs.

Fucker.

“Did I ruin you, sweetheart? Awfully quiet.”

You scoff, shimmying into your shorts and camisole as Eddie tucks himself back into his boxers. “Just wondering how you expect me to climb back into my window after all that.”

“Who said anything about climbing…” He laughs boisterously, leaning over and fixing the strap of your bra. “What do you say I walk you to the porch, ring that bell and introduce myself to mom and pop?”

You stare at him like he’s crazy.

“Absolutely not, Eddie Munson.”

He finds himself liking the suburbs a lot more.

Only this time, he doesn’t imagine himself surrounded by picket fences and golden retrievers, mailboxes with his last name painted in unreadable cursive or having to mow his front lawn at seven in the fucking morning.

Eddie doesn’t need to when Hawkins’ slice of paradise is just next door.

And he gets to taste it every fucking day and night.

So, fuck it. He’ll climb your window so you don’t have to wobble back to your house with his cum dripping down your leg. He’s a gentleman, railing you in the abandoned parking lot of Starcourt because you can’t handle the embarrassment of getting caught by someone at home. He’ll cover your mouth in the shed in your backyard so the neighbors don’t complain about the howling coyotes that have gone loose in the neighborhood.

God forbid they have coyotes, right?

But really, they should be worrying about the devastatingly gorgeous girl next door and her favorite, good boy with a dwindling hatred for The Cure.

Even though, the album is growing on him.

He’ll never admit that, though.

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary You're having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. Good thing your dealer, Eddie Munson, knows of another method that he's willing to to teach you. You get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you. [8.8k]

warnings 18+ only smut, fem!reader, eddie teaches you how to masturbate, p in v sex, light praise kink, mutual pining/lusting, lots of kissing, dirty talk, weed ment, aftercare, they are not so secretly infatuated with one another, eddie is a soft dork but also dirty <3 r implied as dressing very femininely

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Eddie kneels outside his trailer.

You stop at the lip of the grass and wonder what he's doing. His back is to you, covered by a band shirt familiar even from this angle and riddled with rips and moth holes. You're about to call out to him when he speaks.

"You're hot, huh, sweetheart?" Softer than you've ever heard him. "Why don't you go inside? Escape the heat, yeah?"

You approach slowly, footfall smothered by the lush green underfoot. He's scratching behind the ears of a tabby cat.

"It's so hot out! The sun's gonna cook you," he says, whisper-shouting.

Like the tabby can understand what he's saying it stands, stretches tall and then slinks off into the trailer. "Good girl," Eddie says, standing up.

"Are you collecting strays?" you ask lightly.

He turns to you, surprised but not scared. "Don't worry, you're still my favourite."

Good girl. His words ring loud between both ears. "I'm not a stray."

"Uh-huh. What's my shy girl want today?" You spin on your heel and Eddie starts laughing. "Sorry, I'm sorry! Come on, you'll like what I have!"

"You know I can't talk to you when you get like this," you tell him, pouting from over your shoulder.

He pushes a mess of black curls behind his ear and beckons you forward. "Come on," he says, sing-song. "Let daddy set you up."

"Jesus Christ," you mutter, following Eddie into his house unhappily.

You hate when he gets in this mood, not because he's ever really made you uncomfortable, but because you like to be teased, and he knows it. Or he likes watching you squirm. Either way, it's dangerous territory.

"How much did you want?" he asks.

The cool inside of his trailer is a blessing. You hold your naked arms away from your skin and try to take a deep breath of cool air. "I have thirty dollars. So… however much that is."

"Babe, what the fuck do you want so much for?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at you incredulously.

You follow him into his room. "Do you not have it?" you ask, tracing posters you've seen upwards of ten times by now. Eddie's a good dealer – reliable, sweet, and prone to freebies without any pervy requests in place.

He once swapped you an eighth for a cheap charm bracelet. He wears it now, the silver delicate and entirely too sweet for his metalhead appearance. It looks good on him, anyhow.

He pulls open the usual lunchbox you hadn't noticed sitting on one of his amps and pulls out more pot than you've ever seen at one time. "Don't I?"

"Woah."

"Uh-huh. Ern't she preddy?" he asks in a drawing southern accent.

You hold out your hands and he lets you take it. When you open the zip lock bag, the smell isn't awful. The buds are thick with green fuzz, and your eyes water.

You pass it back to him. "How much can I have for thirty?"

"For you? Half."

"Don't do that, Eddie. Gimme what you'd give anyone else."

"But you're not anyone else, babe. You're my favourite customer."

"I'm gonna put you out of business," you say, lightly chiding. "Can I sit down?"

He hums and nods and you sit cross legged at the top of his bed. His bed sheets are pushed away and the space is cold. His pillow under your hand is colder.

Eddie doesn't bother weighing it. You roll your eyes at him but also feel amazingly happy, because it's a lot of pot for not a lot of money, because his favouritism speaks for what you hope might be a small crush. Still, when he passes you the new bag you feel guilty.

"Eddie, I can't take that. I know that's more than thirty."

His eyebrows jump. "I don't care. What's the point in doing this if I can't give pretty girls a little something extra?"

"I don't know. To make money?"

He holds out the bag. You don't take it. "Fine," he says, sighing.

"Thank you." You watch him fish three or four bigger buds out of the bag. He presents you with a much more reasonable amount, his hands stained with the smell. "Thank you," you say again.

"Yeah. Wanna stay and watch a movie?"

You've known Eddie since middle school. Classmates, not really friends, not not friends, though ever since you've started buying a small kinship has blossomed between you.

"What movie?"

"Whatever you want."

You nibble the inside of your lip. "You'll roll up for me?"

"Sure will."

So you end up on Eddie's couch with the tabby cat that isn't his purring heavily on your lap as he rolls a couple of joints for you. You won't smoke anything until tonight so Eddie drops them into your newly acquired ziplock bag with papers and the leftover bud.

He sniffs. "So, you're not sleeping?" he asks knowingly, straightening out with a groan and disappearing out of view into the kitchenette. You're a total overthinker. Pot helps you calm down.

"I'm sleeping."

"After toking up."

"There's…" You scratch the vibrating cat behind its ears, frowning to yourself. "Worse things to do."

"Better ones, though. Hey, do you want a drink?"

You say no and he brings you a glass of water anyways. His hands smell strongly of hand soap and faintly of weed as he passes it to you. You take it carefully, wary of disturbing your cuddle partner.

"Like what?" you ask.

"Cranking one out, for starters."

You wince, afraid to bring the lip of the glass to your mouth in case you choke on it. "Anything else?"

"Running?" Eddie suggests, sitting with you but leaving a more than comfortable gap between your legs.

"Not my thing," you murmur.

It's weird, but anything above murmuring feels like shouting in the calm of his home. The movie plays on the TV and the cat purs, Eddie spreads his legs out and slouches into the cushions, his face surrounded by dark hair. He smiles at you like he always does, amicable if slightly flirty.

"Maybe pot is your only option," he says mournfully. He pulls a lock of hair in front of his face and his eyebrows pinch together. "Make sure you brush your teeth after though. Or you'll get bad teeth."

"Bad teeth?"

"Smoking ruins your pearls."

You put down your glass of water and weave your fingers into the cat's rough fur. Eddie is really nice. Really really nice. And he probably likes you, so… what's the worst that could happen, by asking?

I'm only asking, you decide.

"Eddie," you say softly, disrupting a big tobacco rant that he'd started. "What- when you say cranking one out, that's-"

"You know." He holds his hand above his crotch and squeezes the air. You feel a terrible heat start to collect in your abdomen. "Five to one? Uh- Nulling the void?" He grasps for words at your lost expression. "Making soup?"

His voice goes high. You think he's as embarrassed as you are, and you're not gonna ask again. You giggle. "Oh, right."

He drops his hand heavy against the seat of his pants and leans back. "Crank one out and sleep like a log."

"That works for you?" you ask tentatively.

"Every night."

You sink down into the couch and hide your face in cat fur. Eddie starts asking about how your job is, a genuine, earnest interest that further cements your next decision. You clear your throat.

"Eddie, can I ask you something?" He grins and waves his hand. "When you," you wince, "'make soup', do you just- how do you…" You slink down so far you're almost falling off of the couch. "How do you make yourself-" You gesture to your pelvis and then screw your hand into a fist, self-conscious.

He blinks. "Finish?"

You look at the chain around his neck rather than his face. "Yeah."

"Are you asking me because you want to know how I do it, or because you don't know how to do it to yourself?"

You rub your cheek with your shoulder. "The second option."

"Shit," he mutters.

"Sorry, you don't have to- I just thought-"

Eddie sits up. He looks more serious than he had before but not any less patient, elbows braced on his knees and head propped up in his hand. He parts his fingers over his lips.

"You don't know how?" he asks.

"I must've missed that lesson in sex ed," you try to joke. It comes out awkward. Eddie laughs anyways, a huff of breath.

"Lucky you, I've sat through sex ed three times." He grins brilliantly, but his joking tone softens when he sees your hesitant expression. "If you wanna know, I'm happy to tell you."

"Are you sure?"

"We're friends, right? What are friends for?" You don't miss the sarcastic twist to his words or his ironic smile.

Friends like you and Eddie likely aren't meant to be giving one another lessons on masturbation. But really, he's the only person you know who you could ask and wouldn't feel totally looked down on. Eddie's nice to his core, but better – he doesn't judge.

You struggle to know what to ask.

The cat chooses this moment to wake and jump off of you, strutting out of the trailer's open door and back into the sunlight without so much as a grateful look back.

And now you're alone with him.

"How's your anatomy?" he asks. You shake your head slowly. "You know, grade wise? Are we passing? B? B-? C?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Munson."

"Do you know what's what?" he asks concisely.

You sit up and press your knees together, suddenly very aware of your 'anatomy'. "I think so."

He purses his lips for a few seconds before shrugging. "Alright. We can work with that." Eddie pushes his cheek into the couch and looks at your face unflinching as he says, "You know what your clit is?"

You cringe. Full body.

Eddie shrugs. "What? That's what it's called. You don't have to be embarrassed about it."

"I know what it is."

"And you can't make yourself-"

"No."

He doesn't miss your frustration. "Hey, hey, it's fine. Some people think that it's, like, a magic on-button, but it's not. There's a whole process."

"How do you know?" you ask genuinely.

His answering smile is wolfish. "I'm in a band, babe. Fucking a guitarist is like, a bucket list thing or some shit. Girls will tell you exactly what they want if you're willing to listen."

Something about his knowing look has your heart skipping a beat. Maybe two. He pushes his hand across the couch and you're not sure if it's on purpose or accident, only that he's leaning in, a small smile on his face.

"And I'm a damn good listener."

You meet his eyes and know what he's offering. He waits, ring heavy fingers splayed wide in the space between you. It's the sight of them – thick, long and adorned in string-wrought calluses – that tips you over the edge.

He's already pulling back with a reassuring smile on his face, lips parted to likely say something too nice when you interrupt him.

"Will you teach me?" you ask quietly.

A split-second of surprise is quickly overtaken by enthusiasm. "You're not high, are you?"

"No."

He gets up to close the door and starts for his room. You linger on the couch uselessly and he doubles back, hand on the wall. "Are you coming?"

The noise from the TV fades as you walk down the hall and into his room. Your socked foot nudges into a tower of books close to the door and you reach out to steady them. Eddie pulls the sheets back into place and flicks on the lamp. He pauses by the stereo before turning that on, too.

A song you don't recognise starts to play. Eddie climbs up onto his bed and stands there for a second, suddenly very tall. "You wanna take off your jacket?"

"It's a cardigan." You peel the thin white cotton off of your shoulders and shift from foot to foot, unsure of yourself.

Eddie settles on his knees, pulls off his rings. "It's pretty. Come here," he says, holding out his arms.

You slide onto the bed cautiously, naked calves rubbing against the sheets. You feel as though every sense has been dialled to eleven; you're thinking about every brush of fabric, every small sound that they make.

Eddie takes one of your hands and you sit with one leg crossed and the other hanging off the edge of the bed, surprised at his soft touch. He soothes your hand and brings it to his lap, eyes on your now-bared shoulders.

"You dress real pretty." He says it with his usual dramatics, though there's enough sincerity there to make you smile.

You look down at your delicate clothes thoughtfully. "You think so?"

"Mh-hm. It suits you," he says as he drums his thumbs against the back of your hand.

He pushes one palm up the length of your arm and pulls it towards him at the same time. You've never been touched like this before and you want it bad, shuffling towards him with a shameful speed. He takes it in stride, hand bumping up the hill of your shoulder. His index finger slides under the skinny strap of your top and tugs at it playfully.

"You look sweet. Really sweet," he says, his voice more hushed than before. His eyes drop to your thighs. "You'll have to take those off, though."

"My shirt too?" you ask weakly, eyebrows pinched up at the starts.

"Not if you don't want to." You hesitate. He takes your thigh into a big hand and gives you a small shake. "It's okay. Take your time. Or, if you changed your mind, that's totally cool."

"No, I haven't," you deny, voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. You kick your legs out in front of you one at a time and ease your shorts over the slopes of your thighs and calves, pushing them off of his bed with your feet.

“If you change your mind at any point-“

“I’ll tell you,” you say, nodding as you pull your knees together.

Eddie manoeuvres so he’s close, twisted toward you with his hand braced by your thigh. The cold metal of the charm bracelet you'd swapped him bites into your skin. If you leaned back and he leaned forward, he could kiss you. You think maybe he has the same idea as his eyes dart to your lips.

They linger.

He blinks and it’s gone.

“I’m gonna rub your leg,” he says quietly, “and when I get to the inside, I’m gonna touch you. Okay?”

As he says it, his hand moves onto your thigh. Down to your knee.

Slowly, so slowly, back up. His fingers caress the inside of your thigh. He pauses.

“‘Kay,” you whisper.

His fingers flex over your flesh as he draws in. Then, like a shock, his fingertips press to your underwear.

“I’m not surprised,” he says steadily, fingers brushing over your cunt, ghosting but never truly touching where you want him to.

“By what?”

“That you wear such cute panties.” He strokes the hem with the tip of his finger and you hold your breath as he slides it under the elastic, running the fabric over his digit gently. “S’exactly the kind of thing I pictured you wearing.”

“You’ve pictured them?”

He looks up from his teasing and your panties snap into place. You gasp on instinct and his eyes narrow, his lashes kissing in the corners. “Does that bother you?” he murmurs.

You shake your head. His lips quirk up, a smugness that makes your heart race ever faster.

"Do you do anything like this with yourself?" he asks.

"I'm never this nice."

"That's a crime," he says, and he laughs loud, momentarily shattering the distilled atmosphere that had settled over you both. "Thighs like these and you don't touch them?"

"Is that what you do?" you ask, insecure.

"No, but it's different. I don't need to get warmed up like you do."

"Warmed up?" you whisper. Having to ask these questions feels so embarrassing.

Eddie being so soft about it makes it easier. "Relaxed," he whispers in turn, laughing towards the end.

His thumb rubs the elastic of your underwear and drifts slowly inward until he's pushing over your folds. You gasp and it's slightly startled, sounding too close to panic for Eddie, who's hand flinches away.

"Didn't like that?" he asks.

You rush, "It's okay. Surprised."

One big hand holds your thigh, the other strokes your cunt. He's a little firmer now, pushing the breadth of his thumb over your panties until he touches something very sensitive. "Here?" He pushes up a little higher and your breath catches. He makes an almost inaudible cooing sound and flattens his hand, rubbing the length of your cunt without finesse. It feels good anyway. It surprises you how much you like it.

He pinches your panties.

"Ready to take them off?" he asks.

"Yeah."

You lift your hips and peel your underwear down, folding your legs to pull them off of your ankles. You clutch them in your hand, unsure.

Eddie sits back and pulls you towards him. You let him manhandle you with a small gasp, his hands pressing into the soft of your tummy. You can't see his face anymore.

"Alright," he murmurs, pulling your thigh over his lap and spreading you wide. His voice is loud in your ear because of his proximity, and you resist the temptation to turn your face to his.

"Let's just-" he works your underwear out of your hand and tosses them aside.

His hand lands on your knee and moves down fast.

You lean back heavily into his chest with your hands pulled to your sternum.

"Eddie," you say, "what do I do?"

He hums. "Touch yourself."

You seize up and he's quick to soothe, fingers closing around the crook of your elbow.

"Hey, I'm gonna show you. I'm gonna show you," he repeats. He pulls at the lip of your cunt and spreads you open, groaning softly. You wouldn't hear it if his lips weren't so close to your face. "How'd you have a cunt this sweet and never touch it? I mean, fuck."

His fingertips whisper past your pubic hair like he's going to say something more, but he only asks, "Hand?"

You put your hand into his, the back to his palm.

He sets it to your thigh. "Do what I did before, okay? Slowly…" He drags your hand up and down the length of your thigh.

Your heart is racing. Every time you crawl close to your cunt the burning longing to be touched, to touch yourself, and to have him touch you intensifies.

Eventually he pulls your hand to your clit. "You're so sensitive. Is it always this bad?" he asks sympathetically when you jump, tickled at the feelin.

"I haven't tried in a while."

"Oh, I see." Eddie encourages you to push your fingertip into the bead of your clit, drawing slow circles. "Poor baby. Just desperate to have someone take care of you." His voice is so low, so ridiculously soft, you find yourself sinking into his hold. He squeezes the crook of your elbow with one hand, the other still guiding your ministrations. You bite your lip at the sensation that's begun, the tiny spark of pleasure.

"Here, let me-" He lifts your hand away from your clit and you whine involuntarily. "Shh, sweetheart, I'm only gonna give you something to work with."

You turn your head to him and watch as his mouth opens. He sucks the very tip of your finger between his lips, the heat of his tongue a momentary flash. When he pulls it back, your finger shines with his spit.

Your eyes are half-lidded, watching through the crush of your lashes as he presses it back to your clit. "How's that? S'that better?" he asks, crooning. His tone sports an underlying mockery, a light-hearted teasing that's slowly turning intense.

It is better. It's different. Your fingertip searches for purchase against the slick skin and struggles to find it, the wetness allowing for freer, faster movement.

You push a second finger against the first.

Eddie stops helping. You pause, confused.

"No, you got it, sweetheart. You keep going," he reassures, grabbing a hold of your thigh again. He teases the dough there, never cruel but maybe close, fat moulding under his fingers as he squeezes.

Your breathing builds with pleasure. Still, it's hot enough; there's no sign of an oncoming climax, no tightening coil in your tummy. You huff with exertion and frustration. "Eddie, it's not working."

"I'm not done." He sounds almost stern. Your stomach flips. "You have to think about what you want."

"What I want?"

"What turns you on."

You think of his hands and their rings. His happy trail.

His voice. Good girl.

You slam your eyes shut.

Eddie gives you another mean squeeze. "What do you think about, when you-"

You don't let him finish. "What do you think about?" you ask, too loud.

He stills. His nose pushes into your shoulder, his hair tickling your skin as he asks, "Are you sure you wanna know?"

Your breath catches. Your fingers stutter where they work into your clit and Eddie starts you right back up again. His lips brush your shoulder.

"Yes," you say, gasping as pleasure like little shocks of heat shoot to your core.

The hand at your elbow starts to rove, tickling your arm as he strokes downwards. "You first," he murmurs, teasing your wrist. You swear you can feel his smile against your shoulder.

You breathe in through your nose. "Uh, I think of- of somebody…" You try, but you just can't say it.

Eddie's fingers push down your crease. Stop right before your entrance. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah."

"Mmm…" He circles your entrance. "Now what does a pretty girl like you think of when she's touching herself?" You don't think he wants an answer. His middle finger brushes across the slick well and pushes in. You squirm and he holds you in place.

There's something very hard digging into your spine.

"Something sweet as you… Let me guess. Boy next door comes around to mow the lawn, you invite him in for a drink, one thing comes to another-" He pushes his finger in deeper. "And he's fucking you.

"That sound about right?"

You shake your head. His own perks up where it rests on your shoulder. "No? Huh."

Your circles have grown slow and staggered, distracted by his touch as he eases his ring finger in beside his middle. "Something more romantic? Wedding night, love of your life. Guy that's gonna treat you like a diamond. Way a girl like you deserves." He pushes in, stretches them out. You moan as he curls them, as his arm works back and forth. "Gives it to you gentle." His movements slow to match.

And sure, that sounds nice. But it's not what you think about.

"No," you manage to get out through shallow breaths.

"No? You don't want it gentle?"

"Not- not all the time."

"How about right now?"

"Please."

Slowly, slowly, the shape of Eddie's hard cock against your back starts to move in time with the thrusts of his hand. He pushes in deep, fingers searching emphatically for the sweet spot, the thing that's gonna make you-

"Fuck," you whimper.

His cock jumps. You feel it.

"You keep rubbing that pretty little clit of yours, sweetheart."

You do as he asks. You're desperate enough now that you imagine you'd do most anything he says, your climax a tangible, physical possibility. Your tummy feels heavy and aching with want, worse when he probes deeply and marks your sweet spot again. His lips press to your shoulder, soft enough that you worry you're imagining it.

"You see what I'm doing here? See what fingers I'm using?" he asks. You open your eyes reluctantly. His wrist turns. You watch his fingers sink into the gummy heat of your cunt. "Tight little hole's just pulling me in, fucking clinging to me, baby, she's greedy."

You gasp, a hiccup of scandalised sound.

"Want you to try, okay? You gonna do that for me?"

"Yeah, Eddie."

"Good girl." You moan, you don't mean to, but he's fucking into your quick and your finger pushes into your clit roughly. Eddie revels in it. "You like that? You like being called a good girl? I fucking knew it."

You frown and start to turn to him. He presses his cheek to your head so you can't, stuck looking down the length of the bed at your trembling legs.

"You looked so flustered, standing all sweet and quiet by the van out front with your thighs squeezed together. You think I didn't see that shit?"

You're limp against him, thighs spread wide as you work into your clit, chasing this new feeling. You can hardly breathe, every exhale a keening moan that has you shame-faced and weepy. You roll your hips to meet his fingers, his hand slapping against your cunt with a slick slap.

"You looked so sweet. Y'always do." He turns his lips to your ear and curls into you until your squealing. "Guess looks can be deceiving."

You're so close, so close. Tendrils of heat curl heavily at your core. "Eddie, I'm- I'm-"

"You wanna cum?"

"Yes," you pant.

He pulls his fingers from your cunt and you're so confused that you stop, your climax slipping away in seconds.

"Sorry, but you have to do it yourself. This is all pointless if you can't get there on your own," he says.

Your chest heaves. "That's mean. You're mean."

"I never claimed otherwise. Here, middle and marriage, babe." He guides your hand to your entrance. You push your fingers inside, your tongue between your lips in concentration. Your fingers aren't as thick as his, they don't feel quite the same, but Eddie pushes your thumb into your clit. "Move your wrist. Feel that? Feel how soft you are? How fucking warm you are?"

You're not nearly as good as he was but every clumsy touch feels electric. You push your thumb into sweeping circles and pant your frustration aloud, feeling close to tears.

"You wanna know what I think about, when I jerk off?" he asks unexpectedly.

You nod, your head moving back into his collar. He rubs the lengths of your arms leisurely, his lazy demeanour in total juxtaposition to your desperation.

"There's this girl that comes to see me," he starts, coloured by a smug amusement. "Sweet thing, soft-spoken, always wearing these pretty clothes looking like something straight out of the movies.

"I think about a lot of things. Her thighs-" One of his hands falls to your thigh in time, massaging, "fuck, just wanna bury my face in them and never come out. Pull down those cotton shorts she's so partial to with the dainty stitching and-" He laughs and his lips part over your shoulder. His teeth scratch up, up, up. "Make her fucking cry my name. Feel those thighs tense up around me."

You're so close your entire body shudders. You slow without meaning to, holding your breath in wait for Eddie to finish his story

He gives you one final push. "Always wondered if she sounds as pretty as she looks when she cums." He kisses the small graze he'd given you mere seconds ago and everything is blue-white with heat. "Gonna clue me in, sweetheart? Gonna cum for me?"

Your eyes close hard and you breathe out, an exhale ragged and weak and mewling. You don't moan so much as sob without tears, tensing up in Eddie's arms as bliss blooms. You pull your hand from your sopping cunt and feel your walls contract around nothing as you cum.

He pulls you close, throbbing cock pressing hard into your back. "Fuck," he hisses, hands placating where they lay.

You go lax, head tipping back as you suck in air that had felt elusive moments ago.

Eddie rubs your arms without saying anything. You cover his hands and try to summon up words.

"Just as pretty as you look," he murmurs.

He's so fuckng nice. So fucking nice, and what? He thinks about you when he jacks off? Since when?

You sit up and drop your chin to your chest, panting still.

"You okay?"

After a few seconds you smile and turn to him, intent on saying, Yes, thank you, and maybe something with more gratitude, something silly, just something. But you can't speak.

His face is close.

Eddie brings a hand to the slope of your rising shoulder, follows a line to the curve of your neck. You look to his eyes and find him staring at your lips unabashedly.

He pulls you into him. You close your eyes.

Eddie Munson tastes like lots of things as he kisses you.

Cigarettes, unavoidable. Under that, sugar. Something sweet but heavy as bourbon vanilla. Your lips part and close in tandem with his, slow and hungry. Your heart races and your fingers are still wet as you twist in his arms and take his face into your hands.

You climb up onto your knees and Eddie doesn't know what to do with you.

He smiles so hard he has to pull away. Not smirking, smiling, a cheek-aching, too-happy smile that softens everything in your chest.

You rub a shaking thumb over his cheek. You don't know if it's because of the post-orgasm rush of hormones or because he just kissed you and now he's smiling like he might do it again.

He does. He kisses you and grabs your waist. His fingers mess with the hem of your shirt and he breaks the kiss short to say, "Take it off?"

You sit back on your knees, feel the mess of wet between your legs spread as you grab at the edge of your shirt and pull it up. Eddie helps though he doesn't need to, and just like that you're shirtless.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening," he says, voice weak in what you suspect is one of his dramatics.

He slides his hands up your sides and stops just below your breasts. His thumbs grace the undersides and his brow puckers. "Fuck," he mouths appreciatively.

You flush head to toe. "Yours, too?" you ask gently.

Eddie reaches back to pull off his shirt. His hair's in total disarray and he runs his hands through it, biceps flexing with the movement, torso taut. The black ink of his tattoos move with him and your eyes eat up every single one.

He catches your eyes where they linger on the volley of bats. "You like that one?"

"I've always liked that one."

He grins and it's honey thick, hands at the small of your back and tugging. You spread your knees wide on impulse and find yourself flush to his chest, his arms locking you into place as he dives in for another kiss. Again you're surprised at how deeply he kisses you, how it ebbs and flows from slow to fast like he's both savouring and gorging himself on your closeness.

You've never been kissed like this. You're weightless. You feel every contiguity between you, the hot and wet of his mouth, the crook of his elbow against the nape of your neck, your nipples peaked against his chest and the length of his dick pushing up into your aching cunt.

"Fucking pretty," he says, pulling back just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth, your chin. He kisses your jaw over and over and over, lips pulling into crescents and then the same word. Pretty.

His mouth opens wide at your throat, teeth scratching lightly as it closes. He sucks your skin between his lips and rolls it, hand spreading wide and palm flat at your shoulder blade. Steadying. .

"That's cute," he says when he pulls away, lips shining.

"What?" you ask, hand drifting up. You poke at the quick-forming contusion.

He nudges it aside with his face as he moves in to further mark up your neck. "You're so fucking pretty," he says, each word separated by a nipping kiss.

His hands are everywhere.

Everything is warm and you can't breathe. You plant your hands at his shoulders and push away from him, and he stops you from falling flat on your back, levelling you with a worried glance.

"Is it too much?" he asks.

"No, I'm just hot. Really hot." You take a big breath and wipe your face with the back of both hands.

"That's true," he says, leaning back against the wall. His hands fall to your thighs. "Are you okay?"

You drop your hands abruptly and can't believe the fondness you're feeling. "You're pretty, too," you tell him. Honest if very shy; meek, entirely sincere. "I'm okay. I want…"

"You want?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I have this fantasy," you begin.

Eddie widens your legs to move from under them. It doesn't surprise you when he comes to lie on your chest, holding his weight off of you with an arm at the side of your ribs. His hair falls and hides the room from view. All you can see is his face, and it's beautiful.

"Tell me about it."

"It's- okay. It's…" You drift off as he dips down to kiss your collar, only chaste pecks but enough to distract you. "It's kind of like this."

"Yeah?" His breath warms your chest. More ditzy kisses.

"I get here and you're coming out of the shower-"

"Tasteful."

"With a towel low on your hips," you add pointedly. It's useless, his sarcasm has pinned you spot on. "And you- you touch me."

Eddie kitten licks the skin he's just nibbled and looks up. "Like this?"

"Like this."

"And after that," his hand moves between you to the zipper of his jeans, the sound of metal clicking metal ringing through the room, "what do I do?"

"You push me down into the bed, and-" You feel the fabric of his jeans rub your thighs as he pulls them down. "You…"

"What do I do, sweetheart?"

"You push my legs up and you fuck me," you confess.

He scrambles back towards his nightstand, a hand on your ankle that says, I'm not going far. "How do I fuck you? Am I rough?"

"Not at first."

There, in his hands, the red plastic of a condom wrapper, bright as a maraschino cherry. He holds it up and you nod.

"Not at first," he murmurs, ripping open the condom, hissing as he pulls it over his weeping cock. It's big – not too thick, but big, surrounded by a thatch of dark curls trimmed neat. "But eventually?"

He rolls it on tight and then there's nothing but this admission of your guiltiest fantasy. You spread your legs without thinking and he pulls you towards him, thumb collecting slick where it's pooled and pushing it up towards your entrance. What's left on his fingers he smears over the length of his shaft. You watch him rub at the head and sigh.

"Eventually," you agree.

His cock rubs up against you as he leans down and pinches your chin between his fingers, lips parted from a sharp gasp and opening further. "Can I fuck you? Is that what you want?"

You nod voraciously.

He gives you a very firm kiss at the highest point of your cheek. "In words."

"Yes, you can fuck me. That's what I want," you say without hesitation.

"You tell me if I do something you don't like," he says, lining up.

"I will," you say earnestly.

Eddie pushes your leg up towards your tummy and holds it there. "Good girl," he praises, and pushes in.

You're already worked open by his hand, your own hand and your climax, and still it's a snug fit. You cross your arm over your chest with your lips bitten hard to stop from making what you anticipate to be a very great and mortifying sound. He takes it slow, real slow, towering over you with his brows furrowed just slightly and his back arching. Every move he makes is accompanied by a careful thrust of his hips. He's rhythm in motion.

"Fuck," he mutters, more than once. He's halfway when you feel that stretch, your pulpy walls accommodating him with little complaint and a lot of pleasure.

You drop your head back against the bed sheets and hug yourself.

Eddie reaches for your hand where its cracking your breast absentmindedly and squeezes your fingers. "How's that?" he asks. "How's that feel?"

You close your eyes. "S'good, Eddie." You lay out your own roll of expletives as he pushes in ever deeper. "You're really- oh," you gasp, "really deep."

"You should see it, babe, pretty pussy gripping my every fucking inch." He leans down and his cock fills another inch of you. Your fingers ache with how hard he's squeezing them, and you look up to find his eyes on yours. "I'm gonna fill you up, okay? You gonna be a good girl for me and take it?"

You blink and your lashes feel heavy with tears. "Yeah. I can take it. I can take it."

"I know," he says, hovering over you, close enough to hug if you wanted to.

He grabs your side and his thumb pushes into the soft swell of your breast, his grip tightening as he fits those last inches of his cock inside you. You rub your cheek against his bedsheets, your head fuzzy from being so full. He takes your bared neck as an opportunity and ducks into the juncture of it and his face fits there like it was made to, his nose bobbing against the column of your throat as he starts to fuck into you. His hips roll, a mess of his sticky pubes kissing your clit.

This close you can smell him, the heavy scents of pot and smoke, the sweet nutty smell of oil clinging to his hair. Sweat, as you imagine you smell of too, and sex. The room is filled with it, the smells and the sounds of his thighs thudding into yours.

"Eddie- Eddie," you whimper, muffled by the sheets beneath you.

He pushes in deep and rubs his nose into your skin emphatically. "What's wrong, hm? What's got you all wound up?"

You wrap your arms around his back. You're not sure if you're allowed to but you're hardly thinking ahead – you can't. Every thrust, every movement he makes is at the forefront of your mind, commanding all of your attention. The tickling of his hair against the side of your face. The skipping of the chains of his necklace where it teases your neck.

"Babe?" he asks, pulling back to turn your head. He stills inside you.

You protest, loud and completely unlike yourself. "Eddie, don't stop. Please don't." Your hands push into his shoulder blades. He ruts in at your request, thumb rubbing your cheek. "Feels so good," you say. You trip over your praise, voice breaking.

He starts up again, whispering, "Do you want me to hold your leg up, pretty girl?" and, "Taking me so well- taking it so fucking well," and, worse, "Fuck, sweetheart, just like that," when you tigthen around him.

You weave your fingers into the messy crush of black curls surrounding his face, careful not to tug as you covet the back of his head and nape of his neck, scratching his scalp lightly with one hand as the other strokes his side.

Your moans become a half-sobbing sort of mess, quiet and desperate, drawn out of you with every tap of his cock into your soft spot. When he finds it he can't not search for it, rutting into it over and over until you can't produce anything but an unintelligible stream of babble and happy sighs.

He laps lazily at your neck, the stretch of skin dampened and stinging from love bites. He thrusts in hard and hits something sweet that has you clinging to him.

"You smell good," he says into your skin.

Your hips ache with pleasure. "I must taste pretty good," you say. What, with how he's willing to nibble on you like this.

He squeezes your neck and narrows his eyes at you playfully. "I intend to find out." He moves down until your lips are a hair's width from touching. "Bet you taste as sweet as everything else."

You lift your chin and kiss him, dedicating your affections to his top lip. He groans into your mouth, hips moving slow and thrusts shallow when suddenly they're not. His cock drags out slowly and slams in deep, his pelvis hitting into yours.

You keen into the kiss, gentle and at odds with his fucking. His fingers find your ear and his thumb follows down the shell until he's pinching your earlobe, a split-second touch that melts you into putty. He pulls away from the kiss and inhales loudly, his fingers under your ear and pushing your face to the side so that he can wade in from a new angle.

You curl your fingers around his wrist and let yourself be kissed and fucked and touched. Anything he wants to do, he can do.

Eddie breaks the kiss.

"What did I taste like?" you ask breathlessly.

He traces an invisible teardrop down your cheek with the back of his pinky finger. "Oh, sweetheart," he says quietly, lowering his lips to the shell of your ear. "That's not where I meant."

Another hard thrust. You gasp at the dull aching spreading through your tummy and Eddie softens slightly, not so deep but just as fast, faster, his cheek to your cheek as he works you open. His rugged panting in your ear is everything you need. You force your hand between your body and Eddie's and search for the wet mess of your clit, chasing quick circles into the swollen bump.

Eddie realises what's happening and his fucking turns desperate. "You gonna cum again? Shit- keep touching, I'll get you there, fucking promise you." He's hardly pulling out an inch before he's rutting back in, kicking up the speed until all you can feel is pleasure again.

Eddie slows down as you cum, moaning as you tighten around him. He pushes away from you to kneel between your legs again, eyes locking onto your cunt obstinately, his panting loud as he drags his cock in and out.

"Insane," he mumbles, hands coasting down your legs until he's grasping the fat of your thighs and pulling you back onto his cock. "You're insane."

As if proving it, his hands rove the hills and troughs of your torso, your skin clammy underhand, his hips moving mindlessly. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and blink back into focus.

"Are you close?" you ask him, whispering.

You're lucky he can hear you with the music he's playing and the sounds of your slick hole being stretched. Eddie tucks a lock of sweat-dark hair behind his ear and his eyes pause in their reverential searching to meet yours.

He peels your hand off of your mouth and holds it.

"Fucking teetering, babe. Been close ever since I felt you wrapped around my fingers." He pulls your hand and you take it as a cue to try and sit up. Eddie helps you into his lap, your thighs straddling his thighs, slipping down his length until you're stuffed to bursting.

You hide your face in his shoulder and he rubs your back. "You're okay," he says sympathetically, "I got you. You just sit pretty, there's a good girl."

You wrap your arms around his neck and try your best to bounce on his cock as he thrust up into you, a steady pace that turns sloppy. You rake your hands through his curls and kiss at the curve of his neck down to the slope of his shoulder, dizzied and cock-drunk, totally fucked out. You hum into your kisses with every prodding of his mushroom tip against your deepest spot, rambling nonsense at him in a way you hope is making a difference.

"Fucking me so good," you mumble, equal parts tearful and euphoric, lips wet and spreading a shine like frost in the sun over his lean shoulder. "So good, Eddie. Thought about this too much."

"Yeah?" he asks, sounding like a different person. Voice rough as hewn stone and hands bruising where they grip you, his heavy sack slapping into you with every sluggish rock of his hips. "Good as you pictured? M'I fucking you like you wanted?"

"Better," you say sincerely.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he says, and he's close, you know he is.

You roll your pelvis in circles and try your hardest, aflame as you plead, "Cum for me, please? Please, Eddie, wanna feel it."

Despite your shy intonation Eddie goes rigid. He fucks in with one final thrust that sends shocks deep to your core and spreading out, cutting your happy little gasp short as he pulls your head tight to his neck. His hips twitch underneath you and he's making sounds that are going to haunt you, whiney, begging moans over your head.

Eddie's tight hold on you slowly loosens. You're breathing fast, finally out of motion. Your thighs burn where they're spread over his lap and you squirm unintentionally.

He pulls your neck back from his shoulder and looks over your face, concern lining the soft set of his eyes. He cups your cheek in question.

"I'm okay," you say softly. "I'm more than okay. That was amazing."

"It was amazing," he agrees, caught off guard.

"Yeah."

You shift backwards and the two of you wince at the sensitivity. You ease your legs open and Eddie pulls out, pumping the sticky shaft once. His eyes flutter closed.

You move off of his lap and turn to the side so you can stretch out your aching legs. Eddie follows suit, collapsing off of his knees and onto his back, the pillow behind him keeping him propped up.

You watch him ease the condom off of his cock curiously, White cum has smeared and drips down the length of him, his pubes tangled by a mixture of your slick and his.

He spots you watching and smiles. "What, sweetness? What are you thinking about?"

"I made you cum."

His eyebrows jump but quickly smooth. "I think I went blind, for a second."

You giggle at his hyperbole and he pulls you down against his chest, your side pressing into his navel. Your cheek to the space shy of his heart.

His hand comes to rest on your forehead.

"Do you really think about me?" you ask, knowing the answer.

"Every night."

You close your eyes and hide your smile in his skin. He chuckles and wraps you up in one arm, his hand a firm pressure as he massage the dipped plane of your back.

Nestling your cheek into his chest, you say, "I think about it, too. All the time."

"Uh-huh. Maybe we can make some more of those racy thoughts a reality. What was that one about me coming out of the shower?"

You like this casual conversation and decide to try and make him laugh, stretching your words out low. "Well, you're coming out of the shower, and your towel slips open-" There, his bumping laughter at your over the top salaciousness.

"That's awful. Most cliche, overdone, cheap porno concept ever," he chastens.

"I never said I was creative."

"What happens after that?"

"The towel gets swept away by a sudden gust of wind, so I have to cover you. With my body."

He bursts. There's no other word to describe it, his back arches with the force of his laughter and he holds his fist to his mouth, shaking and giggling like an idiot.

"Where's the wind coming from?" he questions incredulously.

"I don't know! The window?"

"Oh my god," he says. He hooks his hand under your arm and pulls you up his chest, dotting a fond kiss to your forehead as you near. "And after that?"

"Well, I told you that part."

"Right, we hook up, but after that."

You clench your fists, insecure. "After?"

He brings the hand that isn't loving the length of your back to your face, stroking the skin under your chin with the backs of his index and middle finger, the flat of his fingernails sliding gently in a soothing back and forth.

"I guess it's kind of like this," you answer eventually.

"Does fantasy Eddie get another kiss, too? Or does he- do they stop, afterwards?"

"It's a fantasy. The kisses never stop," you tell him. Adrenaline must linger in your veins; you can barely speak.

His expression becomes impassive, and a lull in the conversation blossoms. He searches your face for something and you don't know what, but he must find it, because he dips down and kisses you chaste on the lips.

Your hands are back to tentative as they explore his neck. Your fingertips grace the curves of his throat and then sink behind, into the dampened mess of his hair.

He stays chaste, dainty kisses, pulling back to dot them against your lips over and over.

"Eddie," you say softly, "what are you doing?"

"It feels like kissing," he says, tone a mirror of your own.

You huff a laugh against his lips and kiss back.

Later, after more kisses than you could ever count and an hour dozing on his chest whilst his hand rubbed circles into your tired back, you get dressed into your clothes that he likes so much and slip your goodie bag into the belly of your strappy purse.

"Don't go over the top with it, alright?" he says, watching the green bud dissappear.

Jeans back in place and still bare-chested, Eddie sits on the end of his bed and scratches the back of his neck. You give him a grateful smile. "No, I won't. I actually think I might sleep really well tonight without it."

He smirks. "I bet you will."

Eddie walks with you to the front porch. You'd linger if you didn't have to go, and you're pretty sure he'd let you. There's a fraction of awkward silence.

"See you later," you say, walking sideways down one step, another.

Eddie catches your hand. It takes you a second to realise what he's done: forced your crumpled thirty dollars back into your hand. Your heart misses a beat and you feel your stomach plumet – you hadn't fucked him for the free pot.

"Eddie-"

"My girl can't pay for her own supply. That's not happening."

You take one step up. "Your girl?"

He has the good graces to look nervous. "If you wanna be."

You don't know how to answer. He looks pretty like this in the last dregs of sunshine, big brown eyes waiting patiently for you to say something, hand clutching his elbow. It doesn't feel entirely real.

You step on tip toes and work your hands behind his neck to kiss his cheek before rubbing your forehead against his chin. "I'll come by tomorrow?" you ask hopefully. He relaxes under your weight.

"Any time you want. I'll take you some place nice, if you're up for it."

You set back on your heels and pull away. "You don't need to go all fancy on me, Munson." You're happy to get stoned and eat burgers on the couch.

He looks you up and down, eyes catching on the flanks of your thighs before he takes in your face. His smile is almost dorky when he says, "No I- I think I do. I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl."

You nod with an aching smile and are a little ways away when he smugly calls, "Sleep well!"

After the lesson he just gave you, you're sure you will.

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