#stranger things 4 fic

[wroteclassicaly]

Deciding to masturbate with your best-friend Eddie.

You’re both on his mattress, trying to find the position to get in that would be the most comfortable. It started out as boredom and typical discussions of sex, but it turned into you throbbing between your legs and Eddie unable to hide the straining in his denim. It was a raised eyebrow from him and a shrug that you’d engaged in.

Fuck it.

“Shit, you okay?” You swear his voice is raspy, wind bitten. And the window isn’t even open.

Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears, blood hot in your veins, palms perspired and clenching his sheets in your vice. “Mhm. You?”

“Yeah. S’… I’m all g-good.” He’s just as nervous as you.

Were you going to look at him first, did he know it was okay that he looked between your thighs?

“I’m naked now. If you wanna…” He was shy, chest puffing in exertion, twirling a lock of his curl around his finger.

~*~

And god did you look. His cock was a girth you could beg to be choked on, throat raw, cunt demolished. He had a bush around the base, one that practically met that patch of hair cascading his navel. You knew you were in trouble.

The second that it was your turn to bare yourself for him, Eddie had to curb the urge to peel your flesh apart and lick his tongue inside. Your glistening pussy needed to be fucking devoured, and someone should do it. You weren’t shaved and that had his mouth watering. Your messy curls were matted back with your cream, your labia puffy and swollen apart, showing him you.

Finding a spot ended up settling you both across from the other, on your backs, toes touching, asses close. Eddie would occasionally lift to a propped palm, watching you pleasure yourself.

Eddie’s tongue clicked to the roof of his mouth, plush lips pursing, wetted seconds later with a thin layer of saliva.

~*~

It was supposed to stay at touching yourselves, drinking in glances, curiosities fed. But when Eddie’s ring clad knuckles tugged hard on his slippery shaft, and the result was him bumping into your sticky folds as you arched your hips into your rhythm — all became molten static. Eddie had pulled his hand away like your hot cunt didn’t just make his cock jump in his fist, noticing your stringy arousal stretching from the crease of your thigh to his rings. You whimpered, a soft, guttural sound that had you lifting your thighs, before they fell back apart.

“Did you just touch me, Eddie?”

You don’t look bothered when you raise, your pupils blown to hell. He’s sheepish, his dick throbbing against his fingertips. “I didn’t mean to.”

What’s gonna happen next?

[majestyeverlasting]

A Sure and Steady Thing

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: A rainy evening in Hawkins sets your lake plans awry, but brings you closer together back at his place through a confession you didn't quite see coming.

Word Count: 2k

Features kissing and big feelings.

Relaxing into the passenger seat, you close your eyes and listen to the pattering rain. With how clear and blue the sky had been, doubting the weatherman hadn’t seemed so bad. He’d been wrong before, speaking of storms that never reared their heads. Except this evening, as dark clouds settled over Hawkins, that was far from the case. 

Eddie can’t keep up with all of the fat droplets rushing down the window but he sure does make a game out of it like when he was a kid. 

He doesn’t stop until he feels the gentle pull of you wrapping one of his curls around your finger. Wash day was two nights ago, so it’s still soft as silk. Curiosity glimmers in his eyes as he directs his gaze to your careful movements. 

You smile at him. “Remember when I used to do this in Mrs. O'Donnell's?” 

Halfway through senior year, the guy who sat behind him dropped out and you took his seat. Eddie had seen you around before, but only enough to offer nods of acknowledgement. The day you finally gave into the urge to play with his hair he didn’t tell you to stop. 

“You were in that class with me?” A smirk pulls at his lips. 

“Yeah,” you play along. “Had a big, fat crush that took you about five hundred years to see.” 

Chuckling, he looks down and begins turning one of his rings. 

Touching his hair expanded to drawing shapes on his back to passing cutesy notes. Somehow he’d still convinced himself that it was all some trick of the fluorescent lights. It wasn’t until you admitted your feelings straight to his face that he stopped holding back from expressing his. 

“I got there in the end, though,” he says as you uncurl your finger. 

Looking out the windshield, you can barely make out the line of trees before you. Let alone the trail that leads down a small hill to the lakefront. The rain showed no immediate sign of letting up, and there was only so much to do bound to a couple seats. 

“Maybe we should plan for another day,” you suggest.

“If you’re tired of sitting here with me, you could just say so.” If it wasn’t for the lilt in his voice you would’ve believed his sincerity.  

There’s fondness in your eyes as you meet his gaze. “When did I say that, hmm? Just don’t wanna be cramped in a van, is all.” 

His eyes flit down to your lips when you offer a sweet smile that’s convincing enough. The console creaks as he braces a forearm arm on it to lean closer to you. 

You melt a little when he presses his lips to yours. Your first kiss had gone something like this, just moments before he’d pulled out of the bustling school parking lot to drive you home. It was over before it began, rendering you both silent and grinning like fools under the spell of love. 

It was nothing like the kiss you shared now that was as sure and steady as the falling rain. 

There’s a tender depth to his eyes when you part. Like you’re staring straight through to an unbarred part of him that was just for you. 

“We take the long way home if you want,” you say. 

He smiles at that word. Home. 

With how often you found yourself at his trailer, it was just as much yours. Any place was capable of feeling like home when there was love within its walls. He found that out for himself the day his mom dropped him off at Wayne’s trailer with a trash bag, a suitcase, and wide eyes. He eventually wanted to go off and grow into another home with you. 

“What’s that look for?” You tilt your head. 

Instead of answering, he gives your chin a gentle pinch between his thumb and forefinger before starting up the engine again. 

•••

The streets of Hawkins are quiet and empty. Even more so than they usually are. By the time he pulls into Forest Hills trailer park, your hand has long been grasped in his. He gives it a gentle squeeze as he comes to a stop in front of his place. 

“On my count?” 

You nod, grabbing onto the door handle. 

“Three…two…one!” 

Both of you hop out of the van at the same time, weaving towards the front door. Warm raindrops immediately begin darkening your clothes and wetting your skin. Muddier parts of the ground give under your footsteps, but you’re careful not to tread too heavily. The wind picks up, thick with the sweet scent of the earth. 

You stop behind as Eddie as he pushes the key into the lockhole—or so you thought. They fall out of his grip and clink to the wooden steps as he curses. The first streak of lighting lights the sky, followed by a low rumbling of thunder.  

He snickers as he tries again. “Take two.” 

Both of you clamber inside this time around. Thankfully, it’s warm and you aren’t met with the chill of the AC against your wet skin. There’s an intimate promise in being back. Everything is just as you left it, your belongings mixed in with his and Wayne’s and almost blending in. You take off your shoes and leave them on the mat by the door. 

“I’ll bring everything in later,” Eddie says as he rubs the moisture on his arms. 

The shrill ring of the landline interrupts his next thought. 

“Hello?” he says upon answering. “Hey, Jess, what’s up?” There’s a curious furrow between your brows as you walk over to hug him from behind. 

When he peeks back at you, you kiss his shoulder. 

“And he just told you this today?...Yeah, no, I’ll be able to come in then.” You perk up in interest. 

“Really, it’s no problem, man. Shit happens.” Eddie looks down at your fingers as you slip them under the hem of his shirt, gracing over old scars. 

“Alright, see you tomorrow.” 

When he puts the phone back on the base, you make an inquisitive sound. 

“I gotta go into the shop early,” he tells you. 

Humming, you splay your fingers over the warmth of his stomach. “No staying up late then.”

A hard feat when he was with you. There were always more conversations to have, more kisses to share, another movie to watch. Time always escaped from you, if you ever had a grip at all. 

As Eddie turns around in your hold, you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“What now?” Your question is light. 

“I dunno,” he murmurs, drawn in again by your nearness and the sweet scent of your perfume. “I mean, I’ve got a couple ideas…”

You smile against his lips when they meet yours. 

It’s a feeling you get lost in, letting yourself sink and then rise up again. There’s a warmth that builds and builds, and because there is no place for it to overflow you have to contain it all. It’s the only type of burning that’s ever felt good. 

Eddie pulls away just long enough to lead you over to the couch. After he sinks down into the plush cushions, you straddle his thighs like they’re the best seat in the house. The weight of your body makes his head spin, and the way your chest brushes his as you lean in again makes him thirst like he’s gone without.

So he drinks and drinks and drinks more of you in.

For the longest time he swore the universe kept the sweetest things in life tucked away from him. Somehow you’d slipped through the cracks and found your way to him against the odds. 

A sudden gust of wind blows, and the trailer walls creek in a way that makes you pull away. As you take a look around, you realize the warm glow of the lights have disappeared. All that’s left is the soft natural light pouring in. 

Eddie watches the skin of your neck as you look everywhere but him. 

“Power’s out,” you note, voice thick. “Should we turn on the radio in case they’re saying anything important?” 

His hands squeeze your waist in what you assume to be an acknowledgement of your words. But it's really because you’re sitting so pretty with bright eyes and dewy lips. Turning back around to the sight of him staring so intently makes warmth rise to your cheeks. 

“There’s that look again,” you softly accuse. “What’s going on up here?” You tap your index finger against his temple before trailing it down under his chin, making him shiver. 

He purses his lips and shrugs.   

“Try me.” 

He squeezes your waist tighter, this time to stay grounded to earth. Outside, the storm begins to wane as if the universe is setting the stage for him. 

“You’re it for me,” he finally says. “There’s a bunch of stuff I haven’t done and a bunch of stuff I still need to learn, but I’m sure about you.”  

It feels like a garden begins to bloom within you, right down to the bone. 

Being sure about anything was a risk. It took the type of faith that asked you to walk blindly into the future, relying only on what you knew in the now. If he didn’t know anything else, he knew that life without you wouldn’t be half as worth living. The happiness you drew out of him was immeasurable day after day. He’d stopped trying to make sense of it. 

Wayne had warned him about a love like this one evening as they were looking through pictures of his late wife when Eddie was still a boy. He’d told him that one day somebody would come along and knock him off his feet in a way that made him question everything he thought he knew about himself—but in the best possible way. 

It sounded obscure at the time. Eddie didn’t want to fall or be forced to rethink anything. At eleven-years-old, he swore all he needed for the rest of his life was his guitar. Wayne had laughed at his nephew’s confidence, but still made him promise that when that type of love came around, he didn’t run from it no matter how much it terrified him. 

Eddie found himself running from a lot thereafter. All he seemed to do was run, and run, and run. It wasn’t until he officially met you in Mrs. O'Donnell's English class that he slammed on the brakes for one of the few times in his life. 

You lean forward until your forehead touches his. “I love you so much it hurts sometimes,” you whisper. 

Eddie laughs a little, overwhelmed. “Good to know we’re in the same boat.” 

He takes hold of your left hand and blindly runs his thumb over your ring finger. 

You were a couple of kids from Hawkins, Indiana, who’d seen the impossible, falling in love and drunk on the thought of forever—the world would’ve never thought. 

The storm has rolled out by the time the sun begins to set, and fleeting daylight cuts through the clouds in defined golden streaks. It looks like heaven has been cracked open over Hawkins. As the two of you take it all in from the front porch, you can’t help but suppose it has. 

Come the next weekend as you’re sitting beside Eddie on the shore of Lover’s Lake, you can’t take your eyes off the way your engagement ring marvelously catches the light. 

-

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 - 𝐬𝐭𝟒

𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵4 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸) -nav here-

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺- 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 .. 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 .. 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“listen” he heaved a long sigh, “i want you to be comfortable in this house- this is your house too y/n. okay?” he received no response.

“okay! but.. we have to implement some ground rules. sound good?”

 no response. “okay.”

you were sat next to eddie, wide eyed, on the couch as your dad, hopper, sat opposite you both.. he’d walked in on something… misfortunate… and now came the lecture.

both of you were frozen, in slight fear and humiliation.

“i want you to be able to share your.. feelings.” you heard el snort a laugh from her room, where she was no doubt listening in closely.

he definitely heard, as his lips curled to a slight grimace, but kept going, just like joyce told him to on the phone 10 minutes beforehand.

“but, there will be no- no more of.. that.. while el and i are home. at all. not. at. all. zilch. okay?” eddie hesitantly nodded next to you, you just continued to stare at your dad in mortification.

“words, y/n- i need words!” he looked like he hated this conversation almost as much as you did, so you said, “yes, dad. we understand.” eyes scattering around the room, avoiding eye contact as if it were the plague.

“look, hopper-“ a look from the man sent eddie back a step, “sir? listen- we didn’t mean for you for hear uh- all that” you see eddie try to repress a smirk and you quickly whack his leg with your hand, he inhales and forces a straight face. “y’know, but-“

“uh uh, no but’s” hopper said sternly, staring down eddie with a look you’d only ever seen him use on one before.. mike.

“no but’s” eddie agrees, nodding quickly.

it was an amusing sight to see, eddie, your rockstar, d&d playing boyfriend, having to abide by the sheriff’s rules, looking like an obedient dog in training.

hopper sighed one more and leant back in his seat, the quick second that he wasn’t looking, eddie snuck a look at you, smiling brightly and sticking his tongue out. you quickly repressed a laugh, if you laughed.. who knows how much longer this would go on for.

“alright…” you two turned back to face your dad, “i hate this as much as you two” he confirmed your thoughts, “do you understand my point?” he enunciated his words, you and eddie nodded in sync.

hopper stared at you both for a second longer, almost analysing you. “alright.. you can go, i’m done.”

you don’t think you’d ever stood up so quickly before in your life, eager to get out of that situation. grabbing your boyfriends hand and pulling him with you.

before you both entered your room, you heard a shout.. “keep the door open 3 inches!”

[acrossthesestars]

Morningstar

Pairing: vampire!Eddie Munson x femreader

Rating: E

Words: 6k

Warnings: mention of a dead body, blood, angst, hurt/comfort, smut (unprotected, blood play).

A/N: if you know @magpie-to-the-morning or myself, you know that we are both weird girls who thrive on all things dark and spooky. So when we started hearing vampire Eddie theories floating around (yes, Emma saw it coming before the rest of us), we had to team up and bring our baby boy back (finale? what finale?). And in doing so we learned how well we work together, how we compliment each other and somehow share a weird gothy love language.

Morningstar is a fic for our fellow weird girls, our fellow outcasts. It's a love letter to them, and to Eddie Munson, who deserves the same care and protection he showed the little lost sheepies.

Beta'd by @jadore-andor without whom Alex is nothing and for whom Emma is eternally grateful.

alex masterlist | emma masterlist | ao3

Part One - A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night | Part Two | Part Three

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Your friend bit her lip, eyeing the darkness beyond her trailer’s porchlight as if its lengthening shadows would reach out and snatch you right off the concrete steps. “Hawkins is… different, since you left. It’s been worse since the earthquake.” She sounded nervous, enough so that goosebumps pebbled over the skin of your arms.

Still, you weren’t one to be daunted by the creeping feeling of dread that seemed to have gained a chokehold on your hometown.

“I’ll be fine. Besides, you know me. I like different.” You flashed her a reassuring grin and, with a wave, set out for the dirt track leading through the woods. You’d walked home this way dozens of times, hundreds - just not since you went away to college last fall. It’s what had kept you insulated from the bizarre rumors flying around town - lab experiments gone wrong, monsters on the loose, satanic cults. Even the very real and tragic deaths didn’t ring true, and you’d flat out laughed at the idea of Eddie Munson being some sort of serial killer. It was the same small town ignorance you’d fled back in September, the same gossip and petty-mindedness, albeit on a scale that had everyone feeling tense enough to snap.

It was a relief to be away from that feeling, surrounded by the familiar trees that had been the background of your dizzy daydreams as a child. Out here you had felt safe fantasizing about the things that went bump in the night without fear of what your peers would think, how they might judge you for your darker interests. Here in the woods, there was ample space to imagine werewolves and witches and vampires, and where you might fit among them. Even as you got older and your daydreams changed, it was your favorite place to lose a few hours, your headphones firmly over your ears as you sprawled on a blanket to write in your journal.

A cool breeze murmured through the branches overhead and spring peepers trilled in the distance, their nighttime chorus punctuated by the plaintive calls of nightbirds. You took a deep breath, savoring the peace, as you made your way through the woods. As you walked, you debated whether you wanted a night alone or if you would rather call Robin and finally give in to her pleas of spending an evening with her and Steve Harrington - a pair you could still hardly imagine actually hanging out together. But she swore he was cool and no longer the douchey jock you remembered before you left for college.

You were lost in your own thoughts, not noticing when the birds fell silent. Something tugged at the back of your mind when even the frogs stopped calling, but you were too busy ruminating over the empty months ahead to notice the shift in the air, the pervading sense of wrongness creeping up on you now that the sky had turned black.

Until you nearly tripped over the bodies…

The toe of your boot hit something solid, shocking you to a stop. You had assumed it was a mass of leaves, a random pile left behind by some kids. But that…that was hair, dark and ashy. And that was a hand, outstretched and pale as bone in the moonlight. Your stomach rolled, your hand covering your mouth to hold back the bile that rose in your throat. It smelled like death, you realized, like blood and sickly sweet rot. But then there was movement, just a shifting beneath the dirt that sent the leaves scattering, and from the lump of foliage, Eddie Munson looked up at you, his eyes black in the night. Andy, that creep, with his stupid curly hair and letterman jacket, lay motionless beneath Eddie, his fingers clawing into the dirt even in death.

Andy was dead. The thought slammed through your mind but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad about it, not even as you gazed into his lifeless face, his eyes dull as they stared into nothingness. No, you didn’t feel bad, not after what he had tried to do last summer.

Eddie groaned and it stirred something in you, snapping your awareness back into place. You dropped beside him, hands hovering over his hair, hair face, his chest. There was blood, too much blood, smeared across his mouth and jaw and you had no idea who it belonged to - him or Andy. You knew how it looked, how freakish and fantastical, and your mind began to scream one impossible word.

Vampire.

"Hey Munson," you breathed, pushing away the ridiculous thought. "Remember me?" You asked softly, brushing the hair from his eyes. He mumbled your name, recognition flashing across his glassy eyes, the syllables garbled as he coughed and more blood splattered over his face, little freckles of red scattered now over your neck and cheeks. "That's right." You tried to smile, tried to shove down the feeling of wrongness, of fear, that pricked up your spine. Your hands skated over his chest, fingertips softly probing for wounds. You had to get him out of there, had to get him help. He was freezing, too cold for the warmth of spring, and goosebumps again erupted over your arms.

Eddie’s fingers closed like a vise around your wrist, his rings biting into the bone, and you winced at the sudden display of strength, the cold power that snapped like a taut bowstring, thrumming through his touch. He whimpered then, a small pathetic sound that tugged at something in your lower belly.

You leaned in closer, concern creasing your brow, and startled when his grasp tightened even further, pulling you off balance and down into the leaf litter beside him.

“Eddie, what - “

He pressed against you and the words died in your throat. Your back was braced against something solid, your fingers scrabbling against the fake leather of Andy's letterman jacket. Dread clogged your throat when you realized exactly where you were, trapped between a dead man and the the most likely suspect for his murder. But this was Eddie. He couldn't be responsible for whatever had happened here. The Eddie you remembered was kind, if a little eccentric; all throughout highschool he'd always spared you a smile and because of it you had harbored a silly crush. His disdain for the "popular" kids was no secret, but he'd treated everyone else with basic kindness.

“I don’t even remember doing it,” Eddie murmured close to your ear. His voice was weak, shaken, a far cry from his usual boisterous nature. He sounded scared. Lost. “He found me in the woods, right after… I didn’t mean to.”

His eyes were pleading. For understanding? Forgiveness? Maybe just for you not to scramble up and run as far away as you could, leaving him bloody and alone. You reached out to stroke the lines of his cheek with trembling fingers. “Didn’t mean to do what, Eddie?”

Your voice shook as his cool breath fanned across your jaw, as he dragged himself over you and settled his weight on top of you. Your head spun, pulled in too many directions. How many times had you imagined this back in highschool? How many times had you thought about being brave and telling him that he was the best thing about Hawkins, aside from Robin, that thoughts of him had kept you up at night?

Again that sense of utter wrongness settled over you and the apprehension had you feeling skittish. His hair tickled your face as the wind shifted and you felt him go rigid above you, his hands gripping hard at your thighs as he fought to hold still. “To be a monster.”

You pulled back to look at him, brushing the hair from his face, hands cradling his jaw. “Eddie, you are not a monster, okay? Whatever happened here, we can figure it out. But you are not a monster.” Were you crazy for thinking so? Probably. But what you knew about Eddie Munson, romanticized schoolgirl fantasies or not, led you to truly believe that he was in no way some kind of beast.

“Then why do I feel like this?” Gone was the warm, familiar brown of his eyes, swallowed up by so much black. His gaze was locked on your mouth, darting between your lips and your throat, and when he spoke you saw the pointed tips of his canines, elongated in the light of the moon, and again your brain blared a single word at you.

Vampire.

Pulling in a trembling breath, your chest brushed his. You felt the air go still, the tension between you snapping. “I’m sorry,” he said with a whimper and then his mouth was at your neck, pain blooming hot and sudden. You shrieked, slapping at his shoulders and digging your heels into the soft ground, trying desperately to put distance between you. He snarled, the sound closer to something an animal would make and you realized that in this moment he might as well be a predator defending his kill.

Slowly, and then all at once, the agony shifted, becoming softer and melting into something decadent. There was a soft pulling sensation and the rasp of his tongue over your sensitive skin had you arching beneath him, all thoughts of escape floating from your mind. One of his hands dragged up your thigh and over the cage of your ribs to hold you still, the other moved your leg so he could settle more comfortably between your thighs. The world took on a dreamy sort of quality, delicate around the edges as everything began to go quiet. All you felt was Eddie’s mouth, his large hands, the way he began to grow hard against your center. The artfully ripped tights you wore beneath your skirt were hardly a barrier and you couldn’t help but roll your hips against him, moaning softly at the way he thrust forward in slow, dragging movements.

Sensation pulled at you, tendrils of want tugging you deeper into that waiting darkness. Your mind went deliciously blank, everything fading but the stroke of his tongue that matched the heartbeat between your legs. You found yourself all too eager to let go, to succumb to whatever it was that had you forgetting yourself, your nerves and better judgement. You could lie there for hours, all night, forever, but some lingering spark of self preservation flared within the darkening recesses of your mind.

“Eddie.” It was a feeble protest, barely audible over the sound of the wind caressing the leaves or his contented growls at your throat. “Eddie, stop. Not here.” When he didn’t respond you pulled yourself together as best you could and reached down, pinching the meat of his thigh. He yelped, the sound so out of place that a startled laugh burst from your throat, an almost hysterical sound. When he pulled away the moonlight caught in the fresh blood smeared across his mouth and jaw - your blood. The thought was staggering and for a moment you felt even more lightheaded, the trees above swaying as you sagged back against Andy.

Andy!

You shoved away from his body, untangling yourself from Eddie and shooting to your feet. Reaching up, you touched your neck gingerly. Your fingers came away red, shining, and you lurched forward. Eddie shoved himself from the ground, his hands coming to steady you, gripping your elbows gently. He glanced down at Andy, too many emotions flashing across his dark eyes to name. You turned, placing your body between them and retreating until your back rested against Eddie’s chest. Cocking your head, you surveyed the area, taking in the details you had missed earlier.

“Animal,” you said as it all clicked in your mind, the solution fitting together like puzzle pieces.

“What?” His voice was hoarse, raw.

“It looks like an animal got him,” you elaborated and felt Eddie go tense behind you. “Hey.” You turned and took his hand. It was cold against your palm and you could feel his hesitation as you brushed your thumb across the delicate skin. “Munson, look at me.”

With a shudder, Eddie lifted his gaze to meet yours, his head ducked and his body tensed as if to run.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know you. And you’re not an animal, or a monster, or whatever else this bullshit town has been claiming. Even with all of… this.” You kicked some leaves over Andy’s body and turned back to Eddie. “We can figure this out. Will you let me help you?”

When he finally nodded, you twined your fingers with his and tugged gently. “Come on, then. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

-

You led Eddie to your parents’ house, relieved that they’d chosen this week to take the cruise your mom had always droned on about. Even with having the whole basement recently converted into an apartment for you, bringing a wanted fugitive home would have invited all sorts of questions you weren’t sure you had the answers to.

Eddie looked even more lost inside, his hair tangled and torn, bloody, mud-streaked clothing jarring against the respectable wallpaper and aggressive cleanliness of your parents’ home. He startled when you opened the basement door and a shadow streaked through it, racing toward the two of you.

“It’s okay, it’s just my cat.”

The little black creature in question trotted into the light with an inquisitive “mrrp” and wound around your legs.

Eddie relaxed beside you. After a moment he crouched down and held his fingers out for the cat to sniff. “What’s his name?”

“Jonathan Barker.” When Eddie stared incredulously up at you you shrugged. “I was on a horror classics kick.”

“But Barker? I uh, don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s a cat.”

“What’s your point?”

“… Fair enough.” He chuckled, a little faintly, but amused all the same. Your heart lifted at the sheer familiarity of the sound. Jonathan Barker rubbed his cheek against the ripped denim at Eddie’s knee but darted away when Eddie reached to pet him. “Fine,” Eddie scoffed, unconvincingly. “I’m more of a dog person anyway.”

“Be nice, he’s had a hard life. I found him by the side of the road when he was a kitten and he’s always been a little skittish.” Jonathan Barker stared at Eddie with wide eyes from his perch on the back of the couch, as if agreeing with you.

Eddie fell quiet again as you led him down the creaking stairs and into your basement apartment. It was easier to breathe there, surrounded by battered pieces of mismatched yet comfortable furniture, Joy Division and Patti Smith posters, stacks of well-thumbed paperback books, milk crates full of albums and cassettes, and houseplants crowding every window well. The conversion had been your parents’ condition when you’d told them you needed some time off school. Your mother had already turned your room into a home gym and “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable down there, dear? You’ll have more room for all your… interests.”

Part of you suspected they were a little relieved to have you neatly tucked out of sight.

You moved towards the small kitchen area with the vague idea of making tea on the little hot plate. Having a task to focus on kept your mind from racing about what on earth you and Eddie were going to do next. You busied yourself with the familiar ritual for the next few minutes, giving both of you time to think. By the time you set a steaming ceramic mug in front of Eddie, his expression was less wild, his frame less taut with that kinetic, restless energy. He wrapped his hands around the mug’s warmth and didn’t quite meet your eyes as he asked “So, what happens now?” He took an experimental sip but pulled a face. At the flavor, you wondered? Or his attempt to get something other than blood into his system?

“Well, we should probably get you cleaned up,” you said softly, taking in the shadows beneath his eyes, the blood crusted across his face and neck. Dirt clung to him like a second skin and you could see how uncomfortable he was beneath the grime. You abandoned your mug on the counter, pushing off and walking across the room toward the closet by the bathroom and pulled down a few fluffy towels. Eddie’s shuffling footsteps followed you into the little room, and he stopped in the doorway while you turned the hot water knob. You moved to face him, finding him staring straight ahead, his brows bunched in confusion. Turning, you tracked his line of sight toward the mirror, his dirty image reflected back.

“I wasn’t sure I would actually show up,” he mumbled, reaching up and dragging his fingers over his cheek.

“Silver,” you said, watching him watch you.

“What?”

You shrugged. “Mirrors used to be backed in silver and the myth goes that silver is detrimental to…,” you paused as his eyes narrowed and waved your hands to dispel the building tension. “Well, you know. You’ll show up in pictures too,” you chirped, hoping to lighten the mood.

“How did you become the vampire expert?” A heavy brow rose and you fought the urge to fold your shoulders, to make yourself smaller under his gaze.

“I read a lot,” you snapped, suddenly defensive. After a long moment he nodded, shrugging off his vest. You startled when it hit the ground, heavy pins clattering against the tile, and turned to leave. His cold fingers wrapped tight around your wrist, stopping you from sliding past him.

Again, his eyes were pleading, soft and dark and lovely. “Stay,” he asked, “please.”

You thought the rapidfire emotional changes would give you whiplash, but you nodded, exhaling sharply, and reached for the hem of his shirt. He raised his arms and you pulled it over his head, dropping it to lie with his vest. Angry marks were scattered across his torso, red and welted and poorly healed. A gasp escaped your mouth as you took it in, reaching forward and gingerly trailing your fingers over the wounds. “Eddie, what happened to you?” Your voice was hushed, quiet as the steam from the shower began to cloud in the small space.

“It’s all a little blurry,” he murmured, his hands going for the buckle of his belt. He unclasped the mini handcuffs that held it together, deft fingers quickly working open the button of his jeans. Your eyes snapped back to his and you found him watching you hungrily. A chill danced up your spine at the sight, a mix of cold fear and delicious anticipation. You realized he was trying to distract you, obviously not wanting to answer the question. So you let him.

He side stepped you and you turned, not looking away and letting him press you against the door. The small of your back hit the wood and he kept coming, cocking his head as he crowded into your space. Reaching out, you rested your hands against his chest, your eyes going wide when you registered that there was no heartbeat against your palm. Eddie didn’t seem to notice as he leaned forward, a smug grin stretched across his mouth.

You wanted this. And it was obvious that he wanted it too, but it was almost too much right now and your head was spinning. “Give me your rings,” you murmured hurriedly, grasping for an excuse to take a moment and collect your thoughts. You tugged your lip between your teeth and he quirked a brow at you. “I’ll get them cleaned up for you.” His smirk softened into a smile and he stepped back, pulling them off one by one. The silver had burned him, leaving behind painful looking bruises and charred skin. You refused to react, knowing that he wouldn’t want your pity, and held out your hand for him to drop them into. They clinked together as you caught them and you pushed him lightly toward the shower. Eddie turned, dropping his pants and you couldn’t help but glance at his ass as he pulled back the curtain and stepped into the tub.

Gathering his filthy clothes, you pulled the door closed softly and padded back into the living room to toss his things into the washing machine, carefully undoing the clasps of his pins and setting them aside for safe-keeping. You set it to start before heading to the sink to get Eddie’s rings cleaned up. Soap, water, and some scrubbing had them shining again and you avoided thinking too hard about the fact that you were scrubbing human flesh from the metal. When you had finished, you flopped onto the couch and reached for the clear coat nail polish you kept on the side table next to your favorite bottle of black. You painted the clear gel over the silver, hoping it would form enough of a barrier to keep them from burning him again. His rings were as much a part of his persona as his vest and his wild halo of hair, and more than anything right now, he needed something comfortable and familiar.

To be fair, so did you. Once the rings were safely coated in a protective layer of nail polish and drying on your coffee table, you rose, stretched, and padded over to your dresser, opening the second drawer and pulling out a baggy t-shirt. You stripped, leaving your dirty clothes in a pile, and pulled the worn fabric over your head before heading for your record player. Soon, the driving synthetic beat and rough-edged vocals of the Psychedelic Furs drifted through the space.

“Forever Now? I guess that’s fitting.”

You whirled around, surprised to see Eddie leaning against the door jam, a towel around his waist and his arms wrapped around himself. Dark tendrils of hair framed his face in damp curls and his skin was scrubbed an angry pink, but he looked somewhat more settled, his brown eyes clearer.

“I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Oh, I’m just full of surprises now.” He lifted his brows in a sarcastic show of being impressed with his own new abilities, even as he wrapped his arms more tightly around himself. “I uh, seem to have misplaced my clothes.”

“They’re in the wash. That Hellfire shirt might be a lost cause but I think I managed to save everything else. Come sit.” You jerked your head at the empty cushion beside you.

Eddie pushed off the wall and dropped beside you, carefully leaving space between you that crackled with things unsaid.

“How are you feeling?”

“I don’t even know.” Eddie scrubbed a large palm over his face. “More like myself, I guess? But still…”

“Hungry?”

“Yeah.” You hated the lingering note of shame in his voice.

You swallowed but squared your shoulders. “We can fix that.”

His dark eyes snapped to yours. “No.”

“Eddie, it’s fine - “

“Jesus, no it isn’t!” You blinked at his outburst but he forged ahead. “I killed someone. I could have killed you.”

“Andy?”

“Don’t tell me I killed more of the basketball team.”

“Eddie, listen.” You lifted a hand to cup his cheek, to turn his face towards yours to make sure he heard you loud and clear. “That guy was a dick. He was probably out hunting you with his buddies, from what I’ve been hearing. If he didn’t attack you first, he would have and believe me, he wouldn’t have lost any sleep over it.” You shrugged dismissively and added “Besides, he tried to feel me up at a party last year. Fuck that guy, you did the world a favor.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, his lip curling back and he opened his mouth to speak. You stopped him, pressing your fingers to his full mouth. He swallowed his reply, simply mumbling, “What a dick.”

You nodded, giving him a small smile and turning to face him more fully.

Eddie moved closer, his thigh pressed to your own. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, even as he raked his gaze down your throat. His fingertips brushed the hair from your neck and you shivered.

“What if I told you I liked it?” Your voice trembled, the confession making you feel unaccountably vulnerable, more exposed than even the hungry way Eddie eyed you.

“Jesus, Briar.” He shuddered and dragged his open mouth against your skin. His lips moved in a gentle kiss, a far cry from the searing torrent you craved.

“Why Briar?” It came out as a gasp as you twisted in his arms to climb into his lap.

“Because you found me in the forest. You caught me when I was spinning. Don’t let go.” Eddie’s tender hold tightened and his teeth sank into the delicate skin of your throat.

You tipped your head back and tangled your fingers in his hair. “I w-wanted this before today, you know. Always meant to say something, back in school.”

His lips still locked to your pulse point, Eddie made a questioning sound deep in his throat as if to ask Why didn’t you?

“The usual bullshit,” you hedged before adding, “I was scared.

Eddie pulled away at that, his mouth stained red and his brows lifted. “You’re not now?”

“I was,” you admitted. “Back in the woods when I found you. But then you opened your eyes.”

His eyes widened, something like awe lighting their brown depths.

His surprise would have been sweet if it didn’t wrench your heart to think someone caring for him in that way would be so astonishing. The thought snapped the tether holding you back and you leaned in to capture his lips in a kiss. The taste of copper burst on your tongue but beyond that shock it was simply him. His lips were surprisingly soft against your own, his eager mouth swallowing your shared groan, his tongue gliding against yours as he twisted and bore you down onto the sofa cushions.

He cleared his throat, nuzzling your cheek. "I don't think I can be gentle with you."

"I don't want you to," you murmured, twisting beneath him to pull him more fully on top of you. He drove a knee between your thighs and you couldn't help but grind against him as he licked a stripe up the column of your neck. His teeth scraped softly against your skin, his tongue following to lap up the thin line of blood that beaded there. Then he was grabbing you, his fingers digging into the meat of your waist and you clung to him, your nails trailing furrows down his back.

"Please," he whispered, his voice strained as you rubbed against him like a cat.

"Yes." You made sure to keep your voice steady, threading your fingers through his hair and tilting your head to the side. He inhaled, hissing your name, his breath chilly on your skin. You yelped when his teeth broke the skin once more, pain flaring through you before easing into something delicious, something sinful and indulgent. Your head dropped back and Eddie cradled the back of your neck, holding you still. He rolled his hips against you and you trailed your fingers over the expanse of his chest, down his abdomen to the hem of the towel. He growled and something in you snapped at the sound, wild, needy, and hot. You pulled impatiently at the loose knot at his hip and the towel fell away, his length twitching in your hand.

Eddie pulled away at your first stroke of his cock, red smeared across his mouth and down his chin. And when he kissed you, you tasted the metallic tang of your own blood. Your hand tightened around him and the sound he made was close to a snarl as he leaned forward and licked at the mess he'd made of your neck, trailing his hand down your body to rub against your center. You bucked your hips forward, searching out his touch and he obliged quickly, pushing your underwear to the side, finding you already wet for him. His thumb brushed your clit and you gasped, your back arching off the couch.

"More," you groaned between clenched teeth, hitching one leg higher on his waist. Two thick fingers pierced you as he placed wet, open mouthed kisses to your chest, licking at the hollow of your clavicle and mumbling your name. He pressed his hips forward, thrusting into the tight grip of your fist.

His fingers were cool against your heated flesh, soothing you even as he made you writhe and buck beneath his hand. You felt loose, wanton, and need coiled in your belly as you whimpered for his touch.

“Shit,” Eddie hissed. “You’re so fucking warm.”

You clasped the back of his neck and pulled him closer as you guided his cock where you needed it most. Both of you groaned when he fitted the blunt, swollen tip at your entrance. The stretch was delicious, a promise of even more to come and oh, you wanted him to fill you. Your fingers still wrapped around his length, you squeezed, pulling him deeper inside you. His breath fanned loud and ragged against your ear as he fought to maintain control.

At least, until you met his eyes and whispered “Please.”

With a snarl, Eddie buried himself inside you. The force of it shoved you up the cushions until you reached a hand back to brace yourself against the arm of the sofa. Just as desperate to keep you still, to hold you down and claim you, Eddie seized your hips tight enough to bruise.

“Fucking vixen,” he rasped, the hint of a smirk in his voice. “So tight. So fucking good.”

His praise lit a fire in you and you matched him thrust for thrust, moaning every time his thick cock pushed inside you, stretching you until you thought you would split apart. You realized you had never wanted anyone this much, been this aroused. It stripped any sense of shyness or hesitance away, leaving you free to give yourself over to him in whatever way he wanted.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good. Fuck me harder, Eddie please. Don’t stop, don't stop,” you chanted, babbling mindlessly. Dimly, you were aware of the arousal leaking from you, smearing your thighs and urging Eddie to take you harder, faster, more.

Eddie reached between you, his thick fingers rubbing slick, tight circles against your clit. You were so wet you could hear it and it was obscenely hot, winding you up tighter and tighter. Your breath caught in your throat and you keened, a wild, animal sound you’d never made before. “That’s it, baby,” he urged. “Let yourself go. I’ve got you.”

“Please, please, please,” you whispered, your voice ragged, unsure of what you were begging for but desperate for more, for whatever this was to never end. Eddie’s mouth was back at your throat, his teeth piercing your skin, and the sharp sting of pain threw you over the edge. Your orgasm bloomed through you, violent in its intensity and you shouted his name, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sound.

“No, I want to hear you,” he mumbled against your throat, his thrusts deep and uneven as he fought to hold back his own end.

You whimpered his name, the overstimulation threatening to overwhelm you as he kept rubbing lazy circles against your clit. Your hands tangled in his hair, yanking his mouth to yours. Ignoring the shock of pain at your neck as his teeth ripped away from your skin, you licked into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue and moaning. He followed you over the edge, coming hot and deep with a grunt of your name, his fingers digging bruises into the flesh at your hips.

After what felt like an eternity, your heart rate slowed and your breathing calmed. You shivered, Eddie’s cool skin against the sheen of sweat that coated your body sending goosebumps erupting over your arms and legs. Nudging him gently, you moved from beneath him, but his hand caught your wrist as you stood. His eyes were soft when he looked up at you, pleading and nervous.

“I need a shower,” you answered the unasked question. He pushed off the couch and followed you to the bathroom, a shadow at your back.

You turned the water to hot, praying to whatever god that listened that it would be enough to ease the aches and knots that had started twisting your muscles. Turning to face Eddie, you gathered his hair up in a knot at the top of his head and secured it with a hair tie, a few riotous curls escaping to frame his face. He quirked a brow at you and you shrugged. “No sense in getting it wet again.”

—

After your shower you lay in bed, your limbs tangled with Eddie’s. Kate Bush played softly in the background and Eddie dragged his fingertips across your scalp, slowly easing the headache that had begun to pound at your temples. You were tired, exhausted even, but you were afraid to close your eyes, terrified that if you did, he would simply disappear.

“We should probably talk about, well… everything,” he said softly.

“Yeah,” you mumbled in agreement. The unsaid questions hung heavy in the air.

What the hell happened to you?

What’s really going on in Hawkins?

Do you feel this too?

After a pause, you ventured “Can it wait until tomorrow?”

You could feel the tension leaking out of Eddie, disappearing like smoke as he relaxed into your arms. “Oh, absolutely.” He mumbled it into your shoulder, pressing lazy, open mouthed kisses to any skin he could reach. You did the same, slipping in and out of sleep, drawn back by the need to reassure yourself that he was still there, to keep mapping his body in the dark.

You finally drifted off with his weight comfortably above you and your arms around his waist, each clinging to the other in a silent promise.

I’m here.

You’re safe.

I’ve got you.

[flohamilton]

a little different - eddie munson x vampire!reader

request: Hey i saw that your stranger things request was open! So can i get a Eddie x reader but reader is a vampire in the upside down then meets up with the crew and saves eddie from dying and it’s all super cute and romantic

paring: vampire!reader x Eddie Munson warnings: typical cannon violence, blood, depictions of injuries, cursing category: fluff, hurt/comfort word count: 6.5k

I’m derailing from the plot a bit, and choosing to live in delusion and pretend that everything with Max ended up being totally safe and fine!!

It started when you heard the guitar.

You sit up quickly, the small rusty cot you used as a makeshift bed squeaking as you moved, putting your weight on your elbows. For a moment you thought you were dreaming. It wasn’t uncommon for you to have extremely realistic dreams, especially considering the large amount of time you spent asleep.

Although you had been in this place for nearly six years, you still remembered the music from the regular world and while you weren’t sure what the song was, it was a heavy metal song that vaguely reminded you of Metallica. Whoever was playing this guitar had taste.

Deciding against your conscience, you felt your body being pulled to the direction the guitar was coming from, almost as if you were not longer in control of you body and instead were being pulled by a magnet. Your curiosity had been peaked. You had been alone in this dark, cold, lonely place for 6 years and this was the first indicator of life beyond the thing, disfigured, grey, covered in what looked like dark vines. He terrified you more than any childish nightmare ever had. You were more afraid of him than you were the bats. At least you knew the bats couldn’t harm you. He was different. You knew this place you were in belonged to him, that he ruled here. You had never seen him but from afar. And you knew you never wanted to see him up close. You were tried of being alone and craved the thought of human interaction, and without giving it much more though you ran off into the the woods you called you home and headed to the south side of the Upside Down to where the music was coming from.

By the time you emerged from the woods you found yourself in the trailer park. The music had stopped a few minutes ago and you could hear the sound of wings flapping even before the bats came into your view. You finally spotted the the creatures swarming a trailer and flying in through a vent on the roof. You hear the sound of humans screaming mixed with the screeches of the bats coming from within the mobile home. Your heart sped up at the prospect of finally seeing real people.

As you watch wide-eyed from the wood line, you suddenly see the trailer door burst open as someone rushes out. You see them pick up a bike and you notice that it’s a boy around your age. He has long, unruly hair and a black bandana tied around his head. He’s cute. Very cute, and you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from him. You notice he’s holding what appears to be a spear and some type of spiked shied as he jumps on the bike and beings peddling furiously.

The bats don’t hesitate to take off after him, flying out of the trailer door in a cloud-like formation, and at the moment you notice just how many of them there really are. At least a hundred are following after him now, chasing this strange boy on the bike. He’s disappeared from your view and you can only see the cloud of bats charging after him.

In an instant you see that bats have stopped in their tracks and begin to swarm him now, circling the same area, screeching, the sound of their flapping wings echoing in the woods behind you.

It was when you heard him screaming that you started running.

You were fast, sprinting down the street and arriving at the swarm before the boy had even taken a second breath.

“Hey assholes!” you shouted in the general direction of the bats. “Over here,” you exclaimed, pulling the sword on your hip from its sheath.

In an instant, the bats seemed to focus all of their attention on you, first hissing in your direction then suddenly and all at once diving straight toward you. You raised you sword above you head and didn’t hesitate to start your attack. The sword was so large you were taking out three and four bats with every swoop, huffing out curses of frustration as they began to breech your sword and peck and bite at your skin. Ever since you turned, the bats had no effect on you. Although you still felt the pinch of their teeth and the stinging as their talons met your flesh, you knew no blood would be drawn nor would the pain be enough to deter you from your mission - saving this boy.

You glanced over at him in the midst of slicing three bats to the ground - their motionless bodies landing at your feet. You saw the boy had regained his focus and was now swiping at the bats with his own spear, letting a fierce battle cry out as he thrusted his nail-filled shied directly at a bat, killing it instantly. His eyes met yours and your body filled with fire. You held his gaze only for a moment before taking out four more bats that were quickly approaching you.

However you quickly realized the boy was no match for the bats, and although he had done a solid job defending himself, they were overwhelming him now, forcing him to the ground. Somehow you had sliced your way through most of the bats, only a few dozen or so remaining. They all seemed to swarm the boy now, taking turns as they picked at his flesh and ripped apart an area of skin on his exposed neck. He screamed in pain and you winced, you could hear the fear in his voice.

“I said over here!” You shouted, letting out a sharp and loud whistle from your teeth. With that you had successfully gained the attention of the rest of the bats. It didn’t take much more of your energy to successfully kill the remaining ones. You looked up victoriously, letting out at sigh of relief. When you looked to the boy you gasped as you saw one singular bat was hovering above the boy’s chest, his shirt had ripped now and the bat was pecking at his skin, tearing the flesh on his chest as he screamed in pain.

“Help me!” He shouted, looking over at you in desperation.

Your body was acting before your brain could fully process what you were doing and suddenly you were throwing your sword to the ground as you took a few large strides over to him. You knelt down and grabbed the bat with your bare hands, taking its head in one hand and its tail in the other and ripping with all of your might. The bat broke apart in your hands and you quickly thew its body to the ground away from you.

You knelt down to the boy and assessed him, lying helplessly on the ground.

“Hey, you’re okay, let’s take a look, yeah?” You said, sitting on your knees now and hovering over the boy.

He nodded at you, tears welling in his eyes, “Am I gonna die?”

“No, no you’re not gonna die, I’m going to help you okay.” You tried to sound positive but as you looked over him, you shuddered with fear. You noticed a few bloody splotches on his face, and blood was forming in the corners of his mouth, You were no doctor but you knew that couldn’t be good. His neck had a large bite mark and you could see where bits of flesh had been ripped away. The tendons of his neck were slightly exposed. You ripped open what remained of his shredded shirt, vaguely making out letters that read “Hellfire Club” with some sort of red devil on the front. You looked down at his chest to see exposed, open flesh and blood was steadily coming from the wound now. You knew you needed to stop the bleeding before he lost too much blood. Your nose twitched at the scent of it, never having tasted human blood, you were surprised at the sensation. For a brief moment you almost wanted to indulge yourself but you had to stay focused. This innocent boy was not going to die, especially at the hands of your careless blood thirst. You had control, you didn’t need human blood. You had to focus.

“It’s bad, huh?” He asked, bare chest rising and falling with adrenaline. You knew although he was in pain, he probably couldn’t feel the true extent of his injures with the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“What’s your name?” You questioned, trying to distract him. You peeled off your sweatshirt, leaving you in just your white t-shirt, however you could hardly feel the cold air around you.

“Eddie. I’m Eddie Munson.”

“Eddie. Nice to meet you, Eddie. I’m y/n,” you stated, bundling your sweatshirt in your hands and pressing firmly on his chest. “You’re gonna be just fine, just have to apply pressure okay?”

Eddie nodded as you pushed even harder on his chest, grunting in pain as you did so. His hand reached up and found your wrist, squeezing it as he shifted uncomfortably in pain. Although you were shaken by the tense situation you heart couldn’t help but flutter at the contact with his skin on yours. “I’m sorry, I know this hurts,” You said, continuing to press hard on his wounded chest. Although your sweatshirt was a dark navy blue color and you couldn’t see his blood, you felt it begin to seep through the thick material.

“Was that a sword?” He asked, shifting uncomfortably under the weight of your hands pressed against his chest.

“W-what?” You asked, slightly thrown, not expecting his question.

“You had a sword,” he remarked, eyes gleaming a bit despite his pain. “It was pretty wicked.”

Just as you were about to open you mouth to speak you heard a young voice calling in the distance. “Eddie?!” You could make out the voice as it got closer to where you and Eddie were.

“Eddie?! What the hell man? You can’t just pull shit like that?” You turned your head to see a young boy, maybe about 14 or 15, jogging toward you. He was wearing some sort of camouflage get up, with a jacket that looked like moss and and a grey hoodie pulled securely over his head.

“Woah who the hell is that?” his jog slowed to a stop as he took in the scene before him looking back and forth between you and Eddie. Only then did he take in the full scene and notice Eddie’s injuries. “Oh shit man are you okay?”

“Just peachy, Dustin” Eddie muttered, his voice thick and gravely.

“What the hell happened to him? Was it those bastard bats? I knew we should have aborted the mission sooner dammit Eddie why did you have to cut that rope?” Dustin began to stammer over his words. “We never should have agreed to this -”

You cut him off, “Woah, wait a second, slow down. Would you just come over here and apply pressure? We need to stop the bleeding?”

He looked at you for a moment then shook his head, “Right, yes, so sorry, you’re right we need to stop the bleeding.” The boy knelt down on Eddie’s other side and as you let off of his chest, the boy took your place, pressing both of his hands firmly on Eddie’s chest.

“We need to sit him up so I can tie my sweatshirt around his chest. Make a tourniquet, ya know?”

“Yeah roger that…” Dustin paused. “What happened to him?” He asked, his voice quiet and meek now, sobered from seeing his friend in pain.

“The bats attacked him. I tried to keep them away from him but they got to him anyway.” “How is it that you don’t even have a scratch on you? No offense but if Eddie is this hurt how are you okay?”

You paused. You couldn’t exactly figure out how to form your words or how to explain that bats weren’t a threat to you. In fact most things weren’t a threat to you at all. Ever since you found yourself in the upside down, you noticed you were different. You were stronger, faster, more resilient than before. You gained a thirst for blood in such a strong way it was almost cliche. With the lack of humans to feed on in your home here in the Upside Down, you opted to only feed on animals, and when you needed to feed you would make an appearance back in the regular Hawkins and swipe a deer or coyote if you were lucky.

“I’ll explain that later,” you said, brushing off his question, not in the right state of mind to explain your situation. “We need to sit him up, keep applying pressure though, okay.” Dustin nodded. “On the count of three, ready. One.”

You reached down and cradled Eddie’s head with one arm and his shoulder with your other arm.

“Two.”

Eddie moaned in pain

“Hang in there, buddy,” the boy spoke sympathetically as he continued to hold pressure on his wound. You realized Dustin’s hands were red with Eddie’s blood meaning the blood had begun to soak through your sweatshirt completely now.

“Three.”

You slowly hoisted him into an upright position and he moaned in pain one more, but more intensely now, tears in his eyes streaming down his cheeks. You maneuvered yourself so that you were sitting back against your heals with Eddie’s back leaning up against your chest. Eddie grabbed both of you hands in his, holding on tight as if for dear life.

You looked at the boy, “Quick, tie my sweatshirt around his wound. Make sure you do it really tight, like way more tight than you think it needs to be.”

“Got it,” the boy said, intently focused on saving his friend, reaching under Eddie to secure it the sweatshirt. Once the it was tied and secured with a knot, you looked to Eddie’s neck which was still seeping blood, but not as rapidly as his chest.

“Quick, tie his bandana around his neck please,” You ordered, squeezing his hands in yours. “Hang in there, Eddie, we’re gonna get you out of here, just have to stop the bleeding first.”

Eddie nodded but you noticed he was starting to fade. “Eddie you have to stay with me, okay, stay awake!”

You looked to Dustin as he finished tying the bandana, he met you with wide eyes, worried for his friend. “Hey Eddie please stay awake! Steve and Robin and Nancy should be coming back any minute now. We'll get you out of here get you some help okay?”

“Okay buddy, sure, whatever you say.” Eddie gasped out. You made a note that the adrenaline must have been wearing out. It had been only less than ten minutes since you killed the last bat, yet you knew Eddie had to be in a lot of pain right now. “This cool chick saved me, Dusty, she tore a bat apart with her bare hands. It was badass.”

You chucked and let out a sigh of relief, happy Eddie was still coherently speaking.

“I’m y/n by the way,” you said to Dustin, smiling sheepishly. Nothing like introducing yourself to someone after saving a life together.

“I’m Dustin. I have so many questions about you but it can wait. I’m just so thankful you were here to help him,” Dustin said sincerely.

Before you could speak a reply you heard footsteps heading toward you and you saw three figures approaching you.

“Oh thank God, there they are,” Dustin sighed, the relief in his voice tangible.

“GUYS! OVER HERE! WE NEED HELP!” Dustin shouted over to them. The three figures began to run over to you and you slowly could make out their faces. You were met with two girls and a boy all around you age. They looked overwhelmed and disheveled and you secretly wondered if whatever they just went through had something to do with him.

“Dustin what happened to him?” The small girl with brown curly hair asked. She walked closer and knelt down look at Eddie, she smiled weekly at you.

“The bats got me, Wheeler,” He said, looking semi relieved his friends were safe.

“Is he going to be okay? Oh God how much blood did he lose?” The other girl asked quickly, you noticed she had shorter hair and was wearing some type of army outfit.

“We think he’ll be okay but we need to get back to the trailer and clean him up. This is y/n, she saved Eddie’s life and she’s going to explain why she’s in the Upside Down later. Right now we need to get him back to the trailer. Steve can you help me carry him?” Dustin asked, everyone looked around dumbfounded, taking your presence into account.

“Uh, yeah, here let’s get him up.” The other boy said, squatting down and slowly lifting him up, grunting with difficulty. Eddie was practically dead weight now. You stood up now, your legs slightly numb from how you had been sitting on them.

Eddie was hoisted up by Dustin and Steve now, his face contorting in pain. “Okay buddy, let's get you inside,” Dustin said.

You had no choice other than to follow these people you had just met. You couldn’t stand to leave Eddie and not help him, you owed that much to him.

With everyone safely though the portal, Steve and Dustin hoisted Eddie up and led him back through the hallway into what you assumed could only be his room. The walls were covered with Metallica posters and clothes and random items were thrown messily on the floor.

Once Eddie was on his bed, you breathed out a sigh of relief, happy to have him safe and in the real world again.

You spoke up, “I need someone to find me bandages, water, a wash cloth, aspirin, and some sort of alcohol or disinfectant.”

Nancy nodded and ran off with Robin following close behind into the bathroom and they gathered the items you requested. The girls returned and they handed you the first aid supplies.

“Thank you so much,” you said gratefully, taking the wash cloth quickly dampening it with rubbing alcohol and holding it over Eddie’s chest, pausing. “I know that me being here right now is really weird and if someone would rather help him please don’t let me overstep, I just really feel like I need to do this since I’m the one who couldn’t get the bats away from him in time.”

“No he’s all yours,” Robin said, clearly a bit squeamish around blood. “Is there anything else we can do?”

You shook your head as Dustin spoke up, “While she’s helping Eddie, we need to radio in to Max, Lucas, and Erica and make sure the plan worked.”

The three older teens nodded at Dustin and followed him out of the room, leaving you alone with Eddie.

“Hey Eds,” you whispered, looking down at his fragile-looking frame. “You still with me?”

“Right here, sweetheart,” he said, somehow managing to be smooth even in the life threatening situation he was in. Your cheeks burned in what you assumed could only be a bright crimson color and you hoped Eddie was out of it enough to not notice.

“I’m just gonna get you cleaned up okay?” You asked. Eddie nodded his head silently, content to be laying in a bed.

You carefully removed the ripped shirt from his body and united you sweatshirt, now completely logged with Eddie’s blood. The bleeding had stopped for now and you wanted to get the wound cleaned and bandaged before the bleeding began again. You tossed the sweatshirt to the floor, making a mental note to clean up the bloody mess later. You looked down at Eddie, upper body now completely bare. You noticed his slightly toned stomach muscles and the tattoo over his heart, a spider.

You picked up the wash cloth again preparing to contact his skin. “This might sting a bit.”

“’s okay, just get it over with.” Eddie grunted, gritting his teeth in anticipation.

You slowly moved the cloth over his wounded chest as he hissed in pain. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, tears pricking in your eyes at the sight of his pain.

Eddie’s right hand reached up to grip your free hand, and he squeezed it tighter than ever before. “Just have to get the germs out, ya know. I don’t want this to get infected.”

“Yeah me neither. I can’t go to a hospital you know, I’m wanted for murder.”

You waited for the punch line that never came. “You’re serious?” You asked, dabbing away the blood from his chest.

“Dead serious. But I didn’t do it. It seems we both have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Yes,” you sighed with slight frustration, wanting to know more. There was no way this sweet, sweet injured boy on the bed next you could be capable of murder. No way. You didn’t hesitate to believe him when he said he was innocent. “We do have some explaining to do.” You thought of your situation. Everything. For some strange reason, you had a feeling that you being a vampire in the upside down wasn’t going to be the craziest thing you were going to hear tonight.

“Okay, your chest is all cleaned up, I’m just going to bandage it then I’ll move on to your neck.” You said, rushing over to grab the bandages. “I’m just gonna sit you up.”

He nodded as you pulled him up. You were sitting incredibly close to each other now, you could feel Eddie’s breathing and the warmth coming from his body, you hoped he wasn’t getting a fever.

“You’re really pretty.” Eddie said, looking dead into your eyes grinning slightly, making you feel like you were going to pass away on the spot.

“Thanks,” You paused, looking down and then back into his big brown eyes. “So are you.” You continued to look into his eyes for a few seconds, only then remembering the task at hand, “Right so I’m going to bandage you up now, let me know if anything hurts or you want to take a break.”

“Okay, pretty,” Eddie said now, obviously flirting. You giggled and shook your head as you carefully wrapped the bandage around his chest and back. You were getting slightly overwhelmed. In the years you spent alone, you never had the chance to be around many people, including the male species. Sure you had crushes, but you were only 14 when you ended up in the Upside Down. The attention Eddie was giving you was new and a little scary but you didn’t mind it.

You paused and in the silence you heard Dustin’s voice from the living room “He said she ripped the bat apart with her bare hands. Her bare hands!” He exclaimed in a whisper shout. You shook your head and chuckled under your breath, Eddie noticed.

“I meant what I said, you ripping that bat apart was so badass. Super hot, ya know. Sorry if that was forward, just wanted you to know,” Eddie said, leaning into your shoulder as you secured the bandage around his torso. You laughed now, cheeks heating up again, unsure of what to say but completely flattered at his words.

“You can lay back down now.” You said and Eddie obeyed your orders, eyes on you the entire time as you cleaned up the area around his neck that had been bitten. This injury was much less server than the last one and cleaning it up was a lot simpler. He still winced in pain as you cleaned it with alcohol, but this time you opted for a medium sized bandage that stuck to his neck.

“You’re really good at this ya know, you should be a nurse.” Eddie said, as you finished your work. You almost laughed out loud at the irony of that. You a vampire being a nurse. What a paradox.

“I don’t think I’m cut out for that, Munson.”

“Well you did a hell of a job fixing me,” He said, doe eyes piercing into your soul.

“Yeah, well I owed you. I tried to stop the bats, to create a distraction,” your eyes fell to the floor, growing teary again. “It didn’t work.”

“Well I’m here aren’t I?” Eddie asked, grabbing your hand and gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb. “I can’t tell you how much this means to me, you saved my life. How can I repay you?”

You were the one who was feeling bold this time as you replied, “You can take me out on a date. Or you know, a secret date since you’re wanted for murder and all.”

“Deal, it’s a date,” Eddie said, bringing your hand to his lips and placing a chaste kiss on it. “A secret date.”

You couldn’t contain your smile now. You couldn’t remember the last time you had smiled fully with your teeth, but here you were in this boy’s trailer tending to his wounds, smiling like an idiot because you were going to go on a date with him. The fangs you had developed were surely showing by now, and either Eddie was too out of it to notice, or he didn’t care. And right now you didn’t care either.

“Here,” you said, passing him two aspirin and a bottle of water. “Take these. You’ll need them.”

“Thank you,” Eddie said genuinely, then swallowing the aspirin.

“You should sleep,” you said, looking down at Eddie and gently brushing a few stray hairs out of his eyes.

“Will you stay with me?” he asked, looking up at you, his gaze both intimidating and heartwarming. “Don’t want to be alone.”

You heart swelled at his words and so you nodded your head and settled into him, your arm finding its place around his shoulder as he tucked his head into your chest. Quite frankly you didn’t want to be alone either. You were aware of your heart racing now and were positive Eddie could hear it.

“You bring me a lot of comfort,” Eddie said with a sigh. “’s like I’ve known you forever,” he paused for a beat. “God that’s so cheesy. But it’s true! I feel like I know you somehow.”

You smiled tight lipped smile down at him, eyes suddenly filling with tears again, overwhelmed at the sudden emotion and the feelings you felt for this boy. You really couldn’t explain it but you agreed, it did feel like you knew him. You felt so comfortable in his presence, snuggled up to his side. You grabbed his left hand in your right and sighed. Whatever reason the events in your life had happened, you suddenly felt as though it had all been worth it leading up to this one moment in time. You were meant to be in the upside down, you were meant to be a vampire because you were meant to save Eddie.

“I feel so comfortable around you. I’ve never felt like that with a person before.” Your heart lurched at the thought of the words that were about to slip from your lips, and before you could stop yourself you were saying it.

“I’m not like a normal person, Eddie.”

“Hell yeah you’re not. Neither am I. That’s why I like you so much.”

“No that’s not what I mean.” you paused, collecting your thoughts. “I mean that I have certain… abilities.”

“You don’t mean you can move stuff with your mind too?” Eddie asked, looking up at you in awe.

“No…?” you said, confused at why he would suggest that, brushing it off figuring you would learn soon enough. You let out a large sigh and give Eddie a big smile, showing all of your teeth.

Eddie notices the fangs. “What exactly are you?” There’s a hint of shock in Eddie’s voice but not much. You would have to guess he had been no stranger to weird things considering you found him in the upside down. “A little different,” you say, earning a chuckle from Eddie.

“Yeah I gathered that.”

“I mean that, six years ago something happened. I was in Hawkins, and then suddenly I was in the Upside Down. Those bats, they attacked me just like they did you. Only I didn’t die. And I should have died.”

Eddie frowned, “I don’t think I’m following.” “After I was attacked, I woke up and things were different… I’m a vampire, I know it sounds crazy but -”

“Crazy doesn’t phase me sweetheart, not after the week I’ve had.” Eddie paused for a minute, something darkening behind his eyes, almost a hint of sadness then he looked up at you. “Shit the bats bit me, does that mean I’m going to be a vampire too?”

“I don’t think so, my heart literally stopped. I was dead, and then I came back.”

“Damn, that would have been so metal.”

“So you’re not afraid of me?” You asked sheepishly, squeezing tighter to Eddie's hand now.

“Not in the slightest, sweetheart, how could I be afraid of you? You saved my life. But wait, do you… ya know.. have to drink blood?” He chuckled, “Hey how have you not killed me yet?”

“I don’t need to drink human blood, I’ve never actually had it, I only drink animal’s blood, ya know, squirrels, deer, things like that."

“There’s no animals in the upside down, how did you get them? Did you get into the real word somehow?”

“I would crawl through openings in the trees, nothing like that portal in your living room that was the trippiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Tell me about it.”

“There's a lot more I could tell you, about the upside down and the things in it. And I’m sure you have your own stories, but you should sleep. I'll stay here with you until you fall asleep.”

Eddie nodded, pulling you closer to him and burying his head further into your chest, wincing, “Shit, this hurts bad, y/n.”

“I know, I’m sorry, but the aspirin will kick in soon I promise.”

Eddie sighed, at least now in a comfortable position. He closed his eyes as you reached down to play with his hair, stroking it gently as he began to doze off.

You sat like that with Edie in your arms for probably 20 minutes as you heard the others taking in the other room, whispering voices wafting through the air.

“Max is fine, ” Dustin said with a sigh of relief.

“He’s hurt but he’s not dead,” from Steve.

“Then how does y/n ties into all of this?” questioned Robin.

“Let’s find out,” you heard Nancy say.

Suddenly Nancy appeared in the doorway, eyes wide taking in the sight of you in Eddie in such close proximity.

“Could we talk now?” Nancy asks, looking at you with her bright blue eyes, “I think we need to introduce ourselves.”

“Yeah, of course,” You whispered, gently removing yourself from Eddie's tight grasp. He let out soft little snores now and you looked down at him in contentment, happy to know he was safe and resting.

You quietly followed Nancy through Eddie’s trailer and into the living room where Steve, Robin and Dustin were sitting.

“Is Eddie okay?” Dustin asked, standing up from where he was sitting on the couch.

“Yeah, I bandaged him up and gave him some aspirin. He’ll be okay. Sore, but okay. He’s asleep now.”

“Thank God,” Steve said, nodding his head at your words.

“Thanks a million for taking care of him,” Robin said with sincerity, “We would have lost him if it weren’t for you.”

“I’m just glad he’s okay,” you said quietly, eyes on the floor, wishing all the attention was off of you. You looked back up, the four pairs of curious eyes still staring at you. “You guys probably have a lot of questions.”

“We do. But you should know, there’s things… that have happened. Whatever you tell us, just know we believe you,” Nancy said.

And with that you told them everything. You told them that you were 14 when you were taken by him. That you were taken to the Upside Down. You explained the bat attack, and how you were different after that. As you explained your newfound thirst for blood, Dustin and Robin’s eyes widened in alarm.

“Don’t worry, I only drink animal blood. Never even tried a human’s blood.”

They looked at you wide eyed, but nodded along as you spoke. Taking it all in, and you knew Nancy was right. They did believe you.

“Nothing could hurt me anymore, I was immune to any injuries, the bats couldn’t even leave a mark,” You continued. You told them how you had been alone for all of those years. How you didn’t have the best home life no one bothered to look for you, assuming you had run away. How you hide in the shadows of that darkened world in fear of seeing that terrifying creature. You may have been immune to the flesh wounds of the bats, but you were afraid of him more than anything. You explained everything you knew about that other place, about the monsters that inhabited it.

“We call him Vecna,” Dustin murmured quietly once you finished your story.

“You’ve seen him?” You asked, feeling yourself become overwhelmed with emotion once more, so validated that some else knew who he was.

“We tried to kill him,” Nancy spoke.

“That didn’t go so hot though, but we did a number on him,” Steve said. “Wherever he is, he’s weak and hurting.”

And so in return they explained their lives to you. All of it. The mysterious girl eleven whom they had all grown to love so much. Will, the young boy who had been taken in a similar way as you. Your heart broke at the thought of someone so young going through what you did, but you were so happy to know that he had people to look for him, to fight for him. You weren’t so fortunate.

You were informed of all they knew about Vecna, how he had killed 3 teenagers so far, one of which Eddie was facing murder accusations for, How he was now hunting their friend Max.

“Wow,” You said, silently processing all you had learned. Two hours had passed by this time and you felt like a completely different person. “Thank you for telling me all of that… and thank you for believing me. You don’t know how special it is to me to have actual people to talk to.”

“And thank you, for telling us all you know. If you don’t have anywhere to go, you can stay with us. We’re a family, and we’d love to have you,” Robin offered.

“Thank you.” You paused, a tear slipping from you eye at the word. Family. Something you had so desperately craved. “We still have work to do guys,” Dustin said, and the group nodded in agreement. “We need to take Vecna down once and for all.”

“I’ll help you in whatever way I can.” You said.

“Let’s stay here tonight, Lucas, Erica and Max should be here soon. We can rest tonight and form a plan in the morning,” Steve said, looking around for the group’s approval.

Just then you head rustling coming from Eddie’s room and you stood, listing closely.

“N-no, no please, take me, don’t hurt her,” Eddie murmured.

“I’m gonna go check on him,” you said, hurrying back to his bedroom, pulse beating through your ears, afraid Vecna had somehow made an appearance and was about to harm Eddie.

When you entered his room you saw the boy thrashing around in his sheets, a pillow on the floor, and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

You carefully approached the bed and sat down on the edge next to him, “Eddie,” You spoke, grabbing his arm lightly, “Eddie, wake up.”

He let out a small cry, “Let her go,” he said with more fervor this time.

“Eddie, wake up, it’s y/n, I’m here, you need to wake up now.”

Eddie’s eyes shot open and he looked around the room, his terrified brown eyes landing on you. He tried to sit up but you pushed him back into a laying position, not wanting him to agitate his injuries.

“Thank God,” He sighed, laying flat on his pillow now, hands pressed into his eyes, chest rapidly rising and falling.

“You okay?” You asked, taking his hand and giving it a small squeeze. “Nightmare?”

He nodded his head. “It was you,” he said, “Vecna had you.”

“I’m okay Eddie, I’m fine. He can’t get me.”

“How do you know?”

You paused. You had lived in the same dimension with him this long and hadn’t found yourself in his grasp yet. “I just do. Trust me. I’m right here, nothing’s going to happen, I promise.”

“Will you lay back down with me?” He asked, his eyes almost childlike now, filled with fear and relief at the same time.

“Of course,” you said, assuming the same position you had taken earlier, this time Eddie was the one to wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you tight into his chest.

“I was talking with your friends,” You said.

“Bunch of idiots, huh?” He joked.

“They’re great,” you said. “They asked me to stay, to figure this whole Venca thing out… I said yes. I don’t have anywhere else to go,” You looked up into Eddies eyes, lightly taking his cheek into you hand, stroking his jawline with your thumb. “Looks like you’re stuck with me now.”

“Good,” Eddie looked at you more intently now, “That’s what I wanted.” His eyes shot between your eyes and your lips, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, slowing bringing yourself closer to him, connecting your lips, with a small kiss at first, pulling away and smiling at each other, then pulling back together quickly, deepening the kiss. Your senses were on overdrive by now, hands on either side of his face, making their way back to his hair, Eddie grabbing your waist and pulling you even closer.

You pulled away from each other and looked contently into each others eyes, your foreheads resting together. “I’m so glad you found me y/n. And that we get to do this together.” “Me too, Eddie,” you said, resting your head on his chest now, closing your eyes in contentment. “Me too.”

“I still want to hear all of your sick vampire stories,” Eddie said, resting his head on yours, with a sigh. “I want to know all of your stories.”

“I’ll tell you all about it in the morning.”

Thanks to the person who requested this! I had a ton of fun writing it!

*hopefully this is what you had in mind. I also had an alternate plot lined up where the reader turns Eddie into a vampire in order to save him so let me know if that’s something you’d like to see!

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Chapter Three: Rage

The Ascension of Kas

Vampire/Kas!Eddie Munson x afab!Reader

summary: It's been eight months since Vecna had won, leaving the group in despair with the aftermath. But you seem to be having it the worst with the hauntings of your boyfriend keeping you awake at night. But are the visions of Eddie only a dream, or is Vecna slowly showing that he is once again ready to finish what he'd started?based off these fanmade trailers (x) & (x)

warnings: death, blood, violence, gore, murder + other Stranger Things related themes.

words: 3.20k+ // The Ascension of Kas Masterlist // stranger things masterlist

"Eddie! Eddie! Stop, please." You laughed as he nuzzled into your neck, his lips pressing against your neck. The book you were reading was now pushed to the side as your boyfriend lay across you. You could hear Eddie's soft, gruff laugh muffled slightly from the inside of your neck.

The two of you had come home from another energetic and intense Hellfire meeting. Of course, right when he came home, Eddie was fired up from the campaign and cracked his notebook open to start on another. Which you didn't mind since you liked the moments the two of you were like this - in each other's company doing separate things. But it was evident now that after an hour or so, Eddie was wanting your attention.

"Don't like my kisses, sweetheart?" Eddie pulled back and smirked down at you, his dimples showing on each of his cheeks.

"Of course, I want your kisses," You laughed lightly, pulling your hand from beneath him, and caressing his hair back from his face.

Your eyes softened as you looked up at him with your eyes searching over every feature on his face. Looking at the soft freckles that kissed along his skin, the crinkles around his eyes from smiling and laughing so much. Eddie closed his eyes and leaned into your touch as he seemed to melt into it slightly. But when his doe brown eyes opened again it made your heart skip a beat.

"What?" Eddie asked, his voice soft and brows pulled together slightly.

You smile more and shake your head, "Nothing...just like looking at you. You're so pretty."

Eddie laughed through his nose, "I think you need to go and look in the mirror, cause it's you that the beauty in this relationship."

You rolled your eyes and shook your head as Eddie moved to lay against you, his head resting on your chest. Your fingers moved through his hair slowly and gently as the two of you lay in comfortable silence. Eddie tightened his hold around your waist as he relaxed more into you.

"I wanna stay like this forever," Eddie spoke. You couldn't see but his eyes were closed as he lay on top of you. Listening to the thud of your heartbeat. "Just me and you, baby."

"We can. I don't have any arguments about staying like this." Your lips turned up slightly as you spoke.

Eddie turned his head up to look at you, "Good...cause you can't get rid of me. Stuck with me forever."

You nodded your head before bending down and kissing his lips softly. Little did the two of you know what would happen in a few short months.

~.~

Your brows pulled together tightly as you slowly started to wake up. When your eyes opened up you were staring at the ceiling of the Harrington with the sun streaking across the textured ceiling. Slowly you pulled yourself up into a sitting position and looked around to see that you were alone in the den but could hear the sound of your friends speaking not too far down the hall.

When you moved to stand from the couch your leg buckled beneath you for a moment, but you were thankfully able to catch yourself before falling down to the floor. The room spun for only a moment before you were able to steady yourself and move out of the room. You followed the sound of the voices to the front of the house where you saw your friends sitting in the dining room. Robin was the first to spot you, her eyes widening, and causing the other's the turnaround.

Nancy spoke your name softly before walking up to you, her eyes heavy with worry. "How are you feeling?"

"F-Fine...I-I...think." You spoke hesitantly, your eyes darting from Nancy to everyone else sitting at the table.

You walked into the room and got that feeling when you suspect everyone was talking about you before you walked through the door.

"What are you guys talking about?" You asked, moving around Nancy and stepping further into the kitchen. Your eyes were drawn down to pieces of paper that were strewn across the top. Most of them looked like quick sketches of something, while one was drawn out with more detail. "What is this?"

"Do you not remember last night?" Steve asked with a confused look on his face. You shrugged your shoulders slightly and shook your head. "Not really. I-I had dreams of Eddie again if that's what you were all wondering about."

"What were the dreams? If you don't mind...sharing?" Robin asked

"Just memories," You spoke softly "Good memories...happy ones."

Robin smiled sadly and nodded her head. But Steve stared up at you in a way that made you feel a little uneasy. It was almost like he was perplexed by you or something, confused that you're acting somewhat normal.

"You were under his spell last night," Steve spoke up. "Somehow you were brought out of it without the use of music or anything."

Your eyes widened and suddenly you felt like you had ice water dumped onto you.

"You were crying for Eddie," Dustin clarified while pushing forward some of the drawings "And we saw this hanging out in the backyard before it...flew off."

Your hand reached down to get a closer look at what everyone had drawn last night. It was clear after seeing the different versions they all must've sat down and drawn what they saw. But what you could make out was a man with wings.

"So you...saw what? Batman last night?" You questioned

"It was someone for sure, and whatever it was, it moved fast. It was like it was waiting for you." Nancy explained

"Whenever I see Eddie...he doesn't have wings. He's normal, maybe looks like how I last saw him. But never like this." You shook your head. "None of you were able to make out what this thing looked like?"

"Just a man, tall...that's it. It was really dark and once we noticed it, it flew off." Dustin spoke, keeping to himself how he was sure that it looked like Eddie. His leather coat, the long hair. It was fast, but he couldn't shake that familiar feeling.

"You're you going to bring this to Hooper?" You asked, setting the drawing back down, looking mostly at Steve.

"Of course we are. This is just further proof that this is Vecna."

"Or something else." You muttered, causing Steve to throw his hands up and roll his eyes.

"Listen, something is obviously going on. More of the Upside Down is bleeding into our town, making people leave. The Hive Mind has taken over most of the East side and is moving closer to downtown. There is something going on whether it's Vecna or not." Robin spoke, her anxiety causing her voice to become hoarse and rushed. "We need to get to the bottom of it. Because people are dying again, having their throats ripped open and the blood drained completely."

"Listen, you guys can take this to Hopper. I'm going to head back home." You sighed, reaching to rub your eyes, feeling a headache starting.

"What? No! Y/N," Steve started, pushing his chair back as he stood. "We're supposed to stick together. You were under his spell, just like Max and Nancy were! What if that happens again?"

"Then it happens again, Steve." You shrugged "I don't know if you have noticed or not, but I'm not too concerned if Vecna kills me or not."

Robin frowned and spoke your name as a part of your truth comes out. She can see that you were either pretending to be over what was happening, or you truly were. Your face was void of any emotion so it was hard for her to read you.

"You don't mean that," Robin shook her head.

"Don't I, Robin? I told you yesterday, that I am over fighting it. If Vecna wants me...he can have me!"

Your friends sat back in shock as you turned and stomped back into the den. The sounds of your feet moving through the home echoed before it was followed by the slam of the door. Steve moved to go after you, but Nancy stepped in front of him quickly to stop him.

"Move out of the way, Nance," Steve spoke, glaring down at her.

"She obviously needs space, and if we come at her and force ourselves down her throat she's just going to push more. She's upset, Steve. Let her cool down."

Steve ran his hand through his hair angrily and cursed under his breath feeling helpless at saving his friend who obviously doesn't want to be saved.

But what Steve and the others didn't know what that you did remember last night. You remembered waking up, you remembered walking out and seeing Eddie, you remember things becoming hazy for a moment before you woke up and were staring at Steve. You remember seeing Eddie.

It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a hallucination, it was Eddie.

~.~

A couple of days passed and you hadn't really reached out to anyone else. You were too busy coming up with a plan on how to get yourself back down to the Upside Down.

The thought that Eddie was possibly alive hadn't left your mind for an entire couple of days, and if anything, it was haunting you. You were dreaming of him more often. You knew that if you didn't see for yourself that he was still there and dead, this fixation wasn't going to leave you.

The sound of the doorbell ringing through the home caught your attention and pulled you away from your thoughts. For a moment you hesitated and debated on whether you were going to head down and answer. But after a few more rapid presses of the doorbell annoyed you enough to get up.

"Jesus Christ," You cursed as you move to open the door, seeing Dustin standing on the other side.

"Henderson? What are you doing here?" You questioned, stepping aside as he walked in through the front door.

"We need to talk," He rushed out.

"I don't really have time right now, buddy. I-I am in the middle of something important." You spoke closing the door tightly behind you.

"This is about Eddie," Dustin spoke quickly. You froze for a moment and stared down at him in shock. "That figure that we saw the other night."

You stared down at Dustin silently, waiting for him to continue. He took a few deep breaths before speaking again.

"I'm almost certain that it was Eddie." He spoke slowly.

You stared at him a little longer before your eyes hardened, "If you're here to make fun of me, or use my grief as a joke...this really isn't funny Dustin."

"No! No, no, no." Dustin quickly shook his head, raising his hands and shaking them back and forth. "I'm not making a joke here. I haven't been able to get it out of my head...just...looking at it, it felt familiar. The others don't know Eddie as well as we do. They wouldn't be able to see. It was fast, but I swear to you, Y/N. It looked like Eddie."

Your eyes searched over the kid's face in front of you, seeing his blue eyes eagerly looking up at you. It was like he was silently begging you to believe him. In the few years that you have known Dustin, he's never lied to you. Not over something so serious as this. Your shoulders relaxed and you let out a soft sigh, Dustin seemed to relax at the same time once he saw you weren't angry.

"Come 'ere," You spoke nodding your head in the direction of your family's living room. Dustin followed close behind you before taking a seat on the couch, with you taking a seat in the chair across from him. "Ok...I didn't say anything because Steve's been a bit...much ever since I told him what's going on. But, I do remember the other night when you guys found me. It's in pieces but in the last few days more and more had been placed together."

"So you did see him?" Dustin asked.

"Before I went under...whatever curse or spell that Steve saw. I heard him calling for me. I wasn't dreaming, I wasn't...having a vision. I heard his voice and when I walked out into the backyard, I saw him. He was...just..." You moved to rub your hands over your face. "It sounds crazy and like it's not possible, but he was there! Eddie even acknowledged me...waved to me."

"Eddie wanted you to go to him?" Dustin asked, you looked at him and slowly nodded your head. "Did he have wings like we saw?"

You shook your head, "He looked like...Eddie. Just a little disheveled."

Dustin let out a large puff of air before resting back in his seat. Both of you sat in silence as you tried to gather your thoughts about what you shared. Deep down you weren't entirely sure if you were going crazy, but knowing Dustin felt he saw the same made you feel better.

"I want to go back down there." You spoke after a long, tense pause.

Dustin's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he looked at you. "I-I'm sorry...did you just say that you want to go back down? As in through a gate and into the Upside Down?"

"Yes. I'm not gonna be able to let this go until I see that he's still down there where we left him." You spoke, your tone was strong and adamant. "I'm not going to ask you to come with me, Dustin. I-I wouldn't want to put anyone else in danger."

Dustin let out a laugh of false humor, "Uh...I'm not letting you go alone if that's what you think."

You smiled slightly at him. "What do you think the others will say?"

"Hopper is going to say no right away, along with pretty much anyone else."

You nodded your head, "I figured as much. But I'm still gonna go. Tonight, my dad has his gun up in his lockbox. I know the code, and still have some of the stuff from months ago."

Dustin nodded "I have the spear and shield."

"So we're doing this?" You asked

"Yeah. But let's talk to Steve maybe....I-I think it would be wise if at least someone knew we were down there...in case something happened.

"Ok. I can do that." You nodded and looked toward the clock sitting on the mantle in the living room. "They are most likely closing up at Family Video, let's see if we can catch them before they leave."

Next, You and Dustin quickly stood from your seats and moved out to your car after grabbing the keys from the table. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies the entire drive there, nervous about how your friends were going to react.

~.~

"Absolutely not," Steve nearly shouted as he looked down at you and Dustin.

Family Video was closed and locked up when you'd arrived, Robin allowing the two of you inside when she spotted you. You didn't hesitate or have any sort of small talk with them, instead going right into why you and Dustin were there. As you were talking, you watched as Steve's face seemed to twist with anger and turn red.

"I'm sorry, dad, but you're really not the boss of me and can't tell me if and when I can do something." You spoke, voice just as stern.

"You wanna go back down there...where Vecna is...are you crazy?"

"Maybe." You snapped at him. "But I am not going to sit here and wait to see what happens. Dustin saw him too, Steve."

"It was dark! And that thing moved too fast to see what it was." Steve threw his hands up, "Robin...please...talk some sense into her."

Robin rose her hands up in defense, "I am not getting into this. If she wants to go and see if Eddie is still down there...she's gonna go."

"Thank you." You spoke to your friend, before hardening your gaze back on Steve. "I'm going."

"No, you're not." Steve pointed his finger at you. "And neither is he. Do both of you forget all of a sudden that we don't have Max currently lying in a hospital room - in a coma! I might add - because of Vecna. Our town is ripped apart in pieces because we lost against this guy already once."

"I'm not looking for Vecna, Steve. I'm looking for my boyfriend!" You screamed, hands fisting tightly at your side.

Steve took a deep breath, before speaking again. "I get that you're grieving, Y/N. I do. But your grief is obviously being twisted into something else and making you see things. Eddie is dead. Ok? I don't wanna be mean about this. But he's dead...he died in your arms. You need to let him go."

Your brows shot up towards your hair as you looked at him. You heard a gasp come from Robin as Dustin softly spoke Steve's name. Spoke it in a way when you're disappointed in someone. The store fell into a tense silence as you stared off with Steve, neither of you moving or making a sound.

"You're fucking kidding me right." You spoke, your voice calm and even. It made the hairs on the back of Robin and Dustin's necks stand up. Steve's stomach rolled with nausea as he looked at you. "You're really gonna stand here and say that to me?"

"Y/N..." Steve tried to start, but you quickly interrupted them.

"You don't get to stand there and tell me to let something go, Steve. I was there, I held him in my arms as he suffered and bled to death so I don't need you telling me what to let go of. I wish that I could let him go...it would be less painful. But you of all fucking people don't get to stand there and tell me to move on with my life. You pulled me away from him! You made me leave him!"

"I was saving your life," Steve whispered

"Saving!? Saving!? You put me in purgatory!" You screamed, tears overflowing.

The room now became suffocating with the tension building between you two. Robin knew you needed to let it out, but she was scared at what cost.

"You better hope to fucking god, Harrington that he's still down there. You better pray that he is in fact dead. Because if I go down there, and he's gone...and you made me leave him, suffering and alone...I am never going to forgive you."

Steve shook his head, his body shaking from the rage you were sending his way. "You don't mean that,"

You laughed with a scoff, a sinister smirk coming across your lips. "Oh, but I do. I do mean it, Steve."

You turned quickly without another word leaving out of the video store, the door slamming behind you loudly making Dustin and Robin flinch from the force. You peeled out of the parking lot quickly, leaving them to sit in the pure anger you left behind.

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[strangercleric]

"Mike... I know what you are."

He's confused, just a second ago he was in Hopper's cabin having an important conversation with Will. Later, he remembers hearing the sound of a clock coming from El's old room. He remembers heading towards the sound, opening the door and seeing a huge clock. And now he's back at… his house?

"I know you lie to yourself, and I know you lie to people you love all the time."

"Who are you?" He asked while looking around scared. This didn't make sense, they had defeated the Mind Flayer... right? So who was this voice?

"You pretend to be normal, wanting to fit into this disgusting town, but the reality is different. Right, Mike? You're not normal. You're not what your parents want you to be, you're not what your friends expect you to be..."

"Shut up. ¡LEAVE ME ALONE!" He left his room and ran downstairs, but Vecna did not stop tormenting him.

''...you're not even what your girlfriend wants you to be. Because you lie to her her about what you really feel, you know she doesn't deserve it, but you still do it. You know why? Because you are weak Mike."

He frowned, he was upset, the voice had no idea what he was saying, this wasn't real. Just another stupid nightmare. He ran further until he reached the basement almost out of breath.

"You're too weak to accept the truth when it is right in front of your eyes, you always have been. You don't want to see how your parents are in a loveless marriage… just like you and Eleven are in a relationship full of lies, and all because of you. You pretend to be a strong leader and a hero to your friends, but that's just another mask to cover your own fears and insecurities."

Suddenly, his eyes felt wet.

"You hide your feelings, because you're afraid that people will find out the truth."

"What if they don't like the truth?" Will's words echoed in his head.

"Those feelings that haunt your mind constantly, those that haunt you even in your dreams. The ones you don't fully understand but feel won't go away overnight. Those strong feelings you have, not for Eleven, but… for another person."

Her heart began to beat much faster, and her head ached in an unnatural way, as if something was trying to break in and wanted to extract everything that was inside.

"Look at his art, Mike. It is everywhere, on every wall."

He raised his head slowly and began to look at the basement walls. The voice was right, his art. The ones he had given him with so much love. He also had a folder full of those drawings, his drawings. He couldn't deny that fact.

"You are unconscious, Mike. You've pushed your best friends and family away. You hurt Eleven's feelings, because you don't love her the way she wants, right Mike?"

He covered his ears, he didn't want to listen anymore, he couldn't… the words burned. He never wanted to hurt her, he never wanted to hurt anyone. However, he did, and he felt miserable about it.

''You don't love her, you don't love her that way because it never felt real. It was more like a game, right? Let's play pretend, let's play because maybe, if we play too much... it will become real."

Tears managed to well up in his eyes. He didn't want to feel this anymore, it was horrible. As his shaky legs would allow him, he walked out of the basement wanting to head for the front door. But Vecna ​​still had truths to tell him.

"Let me tell you that ever since you started that game… it was your destiny to end it. You're not made for each other, you're not the perfect princess and the brave paladin. Can't you see? Your heart never fully belonged to her, it never truly chose her."

He reached the door, grabbed the knob and opened it. The sunlight blinded him completely. His eyes adjusted to the morning light and he noticed that he was not in the entrance of the Wheeler residence. Now where the hell was he? A smalls children ran past him, laughing and playing.

"You have always chosen him first, from the beginning… it has always been him, Mike."

When he finished hearing those words he frowned again and turned around, slowly and shakily, while he recognized that moment that had once been… his first day of kindergarten. Suddenly, one boy stood out among the others. He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. He was approaching and stealthily surrounding the little boy, fearing that he might perceive his presence. He was so scrawny and innocent, with freckled cheeks and messy black hair. He noticed how he looked into the distance worried, seeing how the other children had fun, he was alone and sad. Mike felt déjà vu. The boy began to walk towards the playground where his other classmates were, he followed him.

''That day your life changed, that day you made an important choice, Mike. Do you remember which one it was?"

Little Mike was looking in all directions, the other kids seemed to be fine in their groups, they didn't need him. He was going to give up, but then… he saw this other little boy. His full attention was directed to him. The boy was on the swings, swinging by himself, alone. Little Mike felt a bit of insecurity, what if the other boy wanted to be alone, he didn't want to be a bother. But, on the other hand, he needed to talk to him, there was something in that boy that filled him with curiosity.

Mike looked at the little version of him with tears in his eyes and gently took his shoulder.

"Go with him" He whispered, the boy returned his gaze and listened carefully "I assure you it will be the best thing you have ever done."

The opposite blinked in fright and looked down at him.

''I don't even know what to say'' he spoke in a high-pitched and shy voice.

"I know you will find the right words" he took the boy’s chin and made them connect their gazes. "I trust you."

After a few seconds, they both smiled at each other and the little boy walked away with a newfound confidence.

Mike watched the scene in wonder and nostalgia. He no longer had control over his tears, they just poured out of him disconsolately. He watched the younger version of him talk to the other boy, they were smiling at each other and chatting about who knows what, forming the strongest bond Mike had ever had with another human being.

The recess bell rang and everyone began to enter the establishment. The two little friends got out of the swings, they held hands and before following the others inside, they stopped. The adorable Will slightly turned his head and looked at him with a serious expression.

''Why did you screw this up, Mike?'' He spoke with a sad tone.

He frowned again, he didn't understand. What was Will referring to? Suddenly, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, he turned quickly.

"Why did you have to leave me out, Mike?"

Now it was another version of Will, 15 years old to be precise, with the same sadness in his eyes.

"Will, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-"

"Shut up, Mike. Everything you say hurts me."

A storm of black clouds began to overshadow the beautiful blue sky, they were full of gigantic red lightning and it seemed to be wanting to surround them.

''I don't want to hurt you, believe me it's the last thing I want-''

"Please shut up, stop!" Will screamed and cried, as he desperately fell to his knees on the ground.

Mike cried even more, if that was possible.

"You can’t fix this anymore, he is broken… you have broken him."

The voice, again, adding even more angst to what was happening.

"No, NO!" Mike yelled before falling to the ground in front of Will.

"You and him will never be what you were before, and you can never be more than friends. Because you'll never be able to tell him how you really feel."

He raised his hands and held Will's face, which was wet with tears.

"Will, look at me." Mike sobbed and pleaded.

The opposite kept his gaze lost, as if he had no soul.

"Please just look at me...I'm here." He wiped Will's tear away with the back of his thumb.

Byers finally looked back at him.

"Will, there is something important I have to tell you. I, I…"

He took a deep breath and looked once more at that boy who made him happy so many times, the one who gave his life so much more color. He had to tell him, there was no more time.

''I love you." He smiled genuinely and brought their forehead together. He was still crying, this was all too much for him, but he had done it, he told Will the truth.

"Mike, I…"

They slowly parted and their gazes reconnected, he felt so hopeful, so filled with a new energy, that he believed it might be similar to electricity. Maybe this is what love really felt like.

"I could never love you."

Mike separated from him quickly, dejected by what he had just heard. There was venom in his words, in the way he had said it.

"Did you think it would be so easy?" Will’s voice turned monstrous "Did you think I would return your feelings and we would live happily ever after?"

Now Will's face began to deform, he almost looked like a… zombie. He got up from the ground and began to back away, while he listened to the hurtful words of the monstrous Will.

"You are so naive, Mike. I will never love you, I dislike you, you are disgusting."

He had a lot of tears, a lot of pain and angst, it scared him too much.

"You are doomed... no one will ever truly love you."

After these words, the zombie Will turned to dust in front of him, vanishing into the air, leaving Mike completely shocked.

“Time's up, Mike. Now you're alone again."

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I hope you liked this little fic. I just wanted to get this scene out of my head. I mean ✨Mike being taken over by Vecna, and him making Mike see the moment when he met Will✨. The idea was torturing me for a whole week lol. I don't really know how to end it aka give it a good ending to the story… cause I definitely didn't think an ending. But if you guys want me to do a sequel, where hypothetically they get Mike out of there, I'd be willing to write one. Good energy and constructive criticism are appreciated. Thanks for reading <3

[eiddets]

the episode “beyond the sea” of black mirror, but make it steddie.

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it’s the 60s.

steve harrington, loving husband and father to two kids, is sent on a mission to space. he is tasked with monitoring and repairing the ship, ensuring everything is up to protocol.

when nightfall comes, he transfers his consciousness to his replica, which resides in california, so that he can spend time with his family.

eddie munson is the other person on board.

it’s a two man job, one that requires the both of them in order to maintain the spaceship, but in his free time, he transfers his consciousness to his replica on earth, to spend time with his wife, and daughter in hawkins, indiana.

what the two of them don’t realize, is how disconnected they feel from their replicas. the sex isn’t the same, their emotions are weak, and they are unable to experience the true meaning of life, cooped up in the spaceship, miles away from their families.

so they turn to each other.

it starts with the little things—steve brushing against eddie’s shoulder, eddie passing sneaking glances whenever steve’s not looking.

the only real human contact, is the contact they experience with each other.

over the course of six years, they start to catch feelings, start to rely on the electricity that courses through their skin whenever they touch, as the connection they feel with their wives are weak, not as strong.

when steve transfers his consciousness to earth, spends time writing songs about steve. hums the melody underneath his breath, waits for the man to return to his arms.

when eddie’s gone, steve draws. he draws so much it overflows from his notebook, spills onto the floor in a mesh of paper. there is one consistent factor about his art.

and that is eddie.

—

they didn’t mean to fall for each other, didn’t mean to live this double life—sneaking around, lying to their families—but they couldn’t help it.

people crave human connection, and whether it was forced conformity, or loneliness that led to their relationship, it doesn’t matter in their eyes

all they know, it’s that they love each other.

and that’s all that matters.

[stevethehairington]

it's my feeling we'll win in the end

MacksDramaticShenanigans

Eddie thrusts his hand, fisted around the diploma, into the air like he’s god damn John Bender on the football field, and he lets out a triumphant whoop.

He hears his friends go crazy in their seats again, and when he finds them in the crowd once more he sees that Dustin has climbed up onto his chair, one hand gripping Steve’s shoulder for support while the other is pumping through the air. He’s shouting Eddie’s name, and so is Mike, who is clapping so hard his hands must hurt. Lucas and Max each are holding one corner of a sign spelling out “Eddie the Conqueror” across the center, with hand painted flames licking around the words. It makes Eddie laugh, bright and buoyant, and he shakes the diploma through the air some more.

Eddie’s chest feels tight in the best kind of way as a sudden tidal wave of emotions body slams him, clogging his throat and forcing him to take a sharp, deep breath through his nose. His nostrils flare with it, and a hysterical sort of laugh bubbles up. It’s just, he’s never been this happy before. Never been this proud. Never felt this good.

He’s smiling so big that his cheeks hurt. He feels like he’s walking on fucking air. He did it, he fucking did it.

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say it with me folks: EDDIE MUNSON DESERVED TO GRADUATE!!!

so here he is doing just that 😋

shoutout to some of my favorite eddie graduates fanarts that kept me fueled while writing this, go give them some love!!

hope y'all enjoy!!

[zigster-ao3]

I can’t stop folks, the brain rot has taken over. 

Title: You Can Cook? Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson  Rating: E Tags: AU- Canon Divergence/Steve Cooks/Steve’s sexual awakening/PWP/feelings/supportive Robin Buckley  Summary: It turns out Steve can cook and Eddie is very much impressed. That’s it, that’s the story. 

[wroteclassicaly]

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.”

[majestyeverlasting]

eddie, 21

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: Tugging a flower onto the side of their head and, oh god, are they pretty.

A/N: Thanks for the request!

Lose Yourself a Little

Nightfall looms in the distance, but for now the sun offers the last of its light amid a rosy sky. The golden streaks shine between thick tree branches as their leaves rustle in the docile wind. A sense of stillness has washed over you like a tide, rendering your breaths languid where you lay. It must’ve hit Eddie all the same with how quiet he’s grown beside you.    

It was as if you’d found your own corner of the world. But there was no way you were alone on an evening such as this, at a beautiful overlook no less. There were surely others hunkered down admiring the very same sky. 

Though, it was nice to pretend that you’d been the only ones with the idea to stretch out on your backs and look up as if nature was putting on its best face just for you.  

You don’t have to reach far to take Eddie’s hand into yours where it rests on the blanket. When you give it a gentle squeeze you’re met with nothing in return. Not even a twitch of his fingers. You peek over at him, only to find that his eyes have slipped closed. Delicate eyelashes appearing to grace his freckled skin. Plush lips parted ever so slightly. As if he needed any more help, the light warming his face makes him appear all the more lovely. 

You don’t let go, and a smile finds its way to your lips when he finally squeezes back. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs. 

“What for?”

His eyes flutter open, and he turns his head to look at you. “Can’t stay awake. I think they put something in the air.” 

Those words earn a soft laugh from you, and you release his hand in favor of rolling onto your stomach and propping yourself up onto your forearms. It gives you the leverage you need to draw a tiny heart on his chest before smoothing your palm over it. 

“It’s not like we were on the road all day or anything,” you say lightly. “I offered to help drive.” 

Eddie gives you a lopsided smile. “Better you on map duty than me.” 

Amusement strikes you again, but this time you move to press your lips to his. He hums into the kiss and steadies your face with a gentle hand cupped beneath your chin. He’s so soft and warm that you’re surprised you’ve never completely lost yourself within him. 

A dissatisfied sound rises up his throat when you pull away too soon, and you satiate the lingering need with a few extra seconds that leave his chest brimming with warmth and his lips tingling with the memory of yours.

The next thing he knows, you’re reaching for something above him. All he can do is stare at the pendant of your necklace that dangles over his face as you grunt softly with the effort of your movements. 

His curiosity wanes when he registers the faint sound of an earthy snap. When you move back into his view, you’re holding a white flower he remembers seeing a cluster of when you first situated the blanket. 

It's not too big, and he watches the small smile that blooms on your face as you trace the smoothness of its petals with your fingertip. 

Something in your gaze shifts when you look at him again. It’s one of those rare times where he can’t quite pin your intentions. 

“Be still,” you say. As if that wasn't what he’d been doing for the past thirty minutes. 

But he listens nevertheless. 

You brace on his chest so that you can tuck the flower’s stem behind his left ear, making the petals splay as bright contrast against his dark hair. Before you sit back up completely, you peck his lips one last time, and he sighs contentedly.  

Reaching up to feel the flower, he says, “Thanks, sweetheart.” 

All you can do is nod. 

He realizes then that you’re looking down at him as if he’s responsible for the setting sun. There’s enough love in your eyes to reach and reverberate off the innermost parts of him. It makes him feel shy like it does every single time, and like every single time you don’t care. Because it’s a love he deserves no matter if he has to fight to accept it.

Except, right now, he’s not fighting at all. It had actually been a long while since he had. If anything, he’s soaking it in. 

And as he lays there with flushed cheeks, radiating love right back, it’s safe to say that you’ve never seen a prettier sight. 

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[padf00ts-l0ver]

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥. [𝐞.𝐦]

𝐭𝐰- 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

(𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞)

the mattress bounced on impact as your back landed on it, saving your fall.

taking only a second to catch your breath, you took dustin’s hand that was held out for you as he helped you off of it. you ruffled his hair in thanks which he quickly brushed off, ‘not the hair y/n’ he complained.

now, waiting eagerly for your boyfriend to join you both and be back in your arms once more, in desperate need for the comfort of your eddie after the intense fright you’d all just experienced.

but when you looked up through the portal, you saw eddie stop his climb halfway through.

“ed?” you called out in confusion, “you gotta hurry up babe”

he held still and looked over to where the bats were still trying their absolute hardest to break through. you see his chest move as he takes a deep breath, and he slid off the rope.

your eyes widened, and you felt your heart stop immediately, knowing him long enough to realise what thoughts were rushing through his head at this moment.

“eddie- eddie stop it!” you pleaded, voice on the edge of breaking in a panic.

eddie looked up at you through the portal, smiling softly. “i’m buying you some more time angel, use it.” he told you, as he pulled out his pocket knife and quickly slit the rope, the only thing keeping both worlds, the upside down and regular hawkins, together.

or in other words.. the only thing keeping you and him together.

“eddie! i swear i’m gonna kill you, get back up here” you sounded helpless and small, you hated it, but in this moment you were feeling every single thing crashing down on you all at once.

“this wasn’t the plan ed- we have to follow the plan eddie, please!” you shouted desperately.

“eddie, c’mon man what’re you doing?!” dustin seemed to be feeling similar, as he called out for his friend, unbelieving of what was happening right in front of him.

“it’s gonna be fine” eddie shouted back up to you both, his eyes caught your frantic ones, “angel- baby listen to me.. look at me, okay?” his voice was calm, you don’t know how, as dustin and yourself were obviously as panicked as ever, but he seemed at ease somehow.

“honey, it’s okay, alright-it’s okay” he placed one of his hands on his chest, the opposite side to where his heart actually was, but you didn’t think he knew that.

the sound of the bats was becoming louder and louder, their screeches were deafening and the sound of their nails scratching onto every possible surface was making you cringe.

you shook your head fast, frantic to get your boyfriend back to you. “eddie please-“ you didn’t realise you were crying, but eddie did.

“wipe your tears angel it’s okay, everything gonna be fine” he tried to soothe you, as best as he could being a whole dimension away from you.

“i gotta go now though okay” he sighed, the bats weren’t stopping and he knew he had to stall as much time as he could for you, if anything- all he hoped was to keep you safe, who cares about the world ending if his little love isn’t safe first, right?

he looked up at you and dustin once more, “you better take care of my girl henderson.. be safe, i love you” he nodded to himself, smiling at you, eyes shining with something unrecognisable to you at this moment.. probably because your own eyes were brimming with tears and obstructing your vision.

you felt your heart stop all at once when eddie left your sights all together, unable to even reply to his last sentiment in time.

“hey-hey here c’mon” you felt dustin pull you out of whatever trance you’d got yourself stuck into, he pulled you along by your hand across the room.

“wait- what’re you doing?” the immense confusion you felt was lifted when he picked up a chair and quickly went to place it directly under the portal, kicking the mattress out of the way.

“ladies first?” you looked at him, to the chair and up to the roof where the one chance you have to get eddie back was..

“let’s get him back.” was all you said in response, and climbed onto the chair.

once both of you had made it though to the upside down, dustin breaking his ankle in the process.. you’d ran out as fast as you could through the door of the trailer.

it looked completely dead outside, gloomy, dull and scary, god you hated it here.

the last time you were here, which happened to only be 15 minutes earlier.. eddie was here to protect you, to hold you close to him when you felt yourself being overwhelmed by fear.

now you were alone, and so was eddie.. you needed to get to him as fast as you could.

you needed your eddie.

you felt like the darkness of the place was practically seeping through you.

“eddie!” you heard dustin begin to shout, your head whipped toward him, seeing if he’d found anything.

“eddie! eddie! where are you?!” you screamed.. as loud as you could, hoping- praying to anyone that would listen .. that somehow eddie would hear you.

dustin’s screams became more urgent and you looked over to him, seeing his eyes wide in terror and you stopped, following his line of eyesight.

and suddenly..

you felt your world completely shatter beneath you.

“eddie!” you shrieked, sprinting over as fast as your legs would take you.

because there was eddie.. but eddie didn’t even look like your eddie anymore.

there was blood everywhere on him, his previously white shirt could now be passed as red fabric and you thought you could throw up right here and now.

as soon as you got to him, your legs dropped beneath you. kneeling next to him, and bringing his head into your soft lap instead of the cold hard ground- tears blocking your vision as you manically tried to put pressure on anything you could, to stop all the blood.. but it wouldn’t stop- it just kept coming out.

“angel, hey” he coughed out a smile, moving his shaking hand into your own.

you felt dustin drop down beside you, hearing his cries.

“eds- why did you do th- how could you do that?” you sobbed, your eyes frantically moving from all his wounds to his face and back again.

“had t-to honey” he stuttered out, his breathing becoming more laboured, his thumb circling your hand as best as he could.

you were physically unable to speak- nothing other than wails and cries would release when you opened your mouth to talk.

eddie looked over to dustin next to you, he grimaced a smile, “hey bud- you take care of all those little sheep, okay?” he croaked out, barely intelligible.

“no-no eddie you’ll take care of ‘em, you’ve just gotta hold on so we can get you to a hospital or something, okay?” he urged, his voice breaking.

eddie huffed out a laugh, “y’know i told you this’d be my year, right?” dustin made a sound in the back of his throat, “my year, ‘n i’ll graduate and-“ a cough broke through.

your hands brushed through his hair, untamed and curly.. just like always.

“shh, it’s okay, it’s okay you don’t have to talk” you weeped out.

his eyes found their way back up to yours, both glazed with tears, “i love you y/n angel, always have- always will” he smiled at you, and a new round of tears found their way down your cheeks.

“i love you eddie” you cried, “more than anything”

this was the most horrible moment in your life. 

you knew right here and now, that no matter what happens, nothing will ever top the immense amount of pain you’re feeling right at this very moment.

 you couldn’t believe it.. your eddie, dying right in front of your eyes.

“yo-you promise me.. that you’ll never forget me?” he asked you, words coming out jumbled.

“oh eddie-“ your breathing stuttered, “i could never ever forget you. never” your head shook, one of your hands cupped his face, as you gently leant down to kiss your eddie once more, both of your lips trembling.

as you pulled back up, you saw him smile, and you heard his breathing falter.

you froze.

your own breathing stumbled, and you made a noise of disbelief in the back of your throat- “eddie?”

but this time, you didn’t get a response.

he was silent.

a/n:

do i like how this is written at all? hm, no!

did i cry while writing this because.. eddie? .. yes!

this isn’t proof read/edited oops- just needed to get a quick eddie fic done and written because we all need something to cry to after recent events have occurred.. still very much not over it!! will never be over it!! rip eddie my love, i will always love u </3

[fruitydemogorgon]

Mike's Monologue

“You know last summer, when I…”

“A day after you went missing, we found El in the woods. It was like…the universe telling me to replace you with her”

“For a while, I was so scared of myself that I did.”

“But I don’t want to listen to the universe anymore. I don’t want to replace you. In fact, screw the universe! It’s against us anyway.”

              Bemused- “How?”

“Once a week for the past three years monsters from literal hell have come up to terrorise our town. Our friends. Our family. Us.”

“But that’s not it. AIDS, h-homophobes. The real world is full of monsters too.”

Mike’s arms hang in the air. Will reaches his fingers out, makes contact with the soft skin, traces it.

              “Well, we’re crazy enough to fight them.”

Will slips his fingers into Mike’s. In one strong movement, Mike clasps his hand back.

Grinning from ear to ear, he murmurs through his teeth, “Yeah, as a team. Crazy together.”

Both boys’ eyes wide, hearts full.

Mike, in a swift, seamless motion, brings his free hand to Will’s face, the other following in its steps. Will’s face in his hands, Mike’s hands on Will’s face. He swoops down, a flush of crow-black hair and a collision of lips. A hunch turns to a balance as Will kisses back, extending to his full height, finally, after a week of cowering, finding strength. Finding strength in a truth that had been hidden from him. A truth about him, for him, from him. Mike’s truth. Mike’s truth, his truth that he loves not the one he saved in the forest, who fought his battles and accepted his care, but the one that listened to his woes and cured them with soft words of affirmation and understanding, the one that bandaged his scars, that left his heart is disarray. The one with a hand to his chest, clutching his shirt, feeling hand beat against heartbeat, beat, beat, beat.

The one. Mike’s one.

Ugh Idk I just needed to write this down. I feel like it incorporates all the important details we're thinking of. also imagined it to be a private moment under the stars. ugh the blue in my head is really pretty okay lol if the duffer's don't have something like this im suing. ALSO please please read the last line of speech with mike's little will smile :)

[percyjacksonfan3]

Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson Characters: Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jason Carver, Dustin Henderson Additional Tags: Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Friends to Lovers, Slow Romance, BAMF Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson is a Softie, Stranger Things 4, Not Canon Compliant, Sexual Tension, Season Four Rewrite, Resolved Sexual Tension, Eating Disorders, mentions of bulimia, Yes Vecna and the Upside Down still exist and they WILL be dealt with Summary:

Here's the thing about Chrissy Cunningham: she actually is the straight laced dependable good girl that everyone thinks she is.

She's also, until she starts having these weird visions that make her feel like she's going out of her mind, insanely bored.   Or, alternatively, the fix-it AU where Chrissy doesn't die and she and Eddie try and figure out what the hell is going on with her. And with them.

Also, the usual gang is there. Eventually. Because these two need some serious help fighting demons and figuring out that they are not just friends.

[flohamilton]

hi there! so this is kinda related to your “a confession” imagine so if you don’t wanna do this request i totally understand!! but i was wondering if you would be down to write a hurt/comfort imagine with eddie? the reader has a fear of intimacy and vulnerability due to past trauma of being used by people. so when the reader and eddie are having a very soft and romantic moment, reader just kinda crumbles in front of him bc omg ???? someone is actually being gentle and loving with them and reader just can’t handle it, but eddie is super loving and patient with them, reminding the reader that they are safe with him and helps to ground the reader. just overall fluff at the end with caring eddie :)) thank you so much <3

dear anon!!! thank you sm for this request, i truly love writing soft eddie so this was a pleasure to write. soft eddie heals my heart, so i hope you enjoy

premise: when Eddie surprises the reader with a romantic stargazing date, reader can't help but to get overwhelmed at the intimate gesture

paring: Eddie Munson x reader warnings: subtle mentions of rape and abusive relationships, panic attack, smoking, drinking (wine) (for the purpose of this, they are 21 +), some cursing, kissing category: hurt/comfort, angst and fluff word count: 3k I decided to take the route of reader being in an abusive/non-consensual relationship so just wanted to give an extra tw for that. It’s not explicitly mentioned, but eluded to

trust and stargazing - eddie munson x reader

“Eddie can you please tell me where we’re going?” You begged from where you were sat in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van.

“No, I can’t. It wouldn’t be a surprise if you knew, now would it sweatheart?”

“Okay fine but is the blindfold necessary?” You asked, adjusting the makeshift blindfold tied snug around your head, which was actually Eddie’s black bandana. You couldn’t quite make out the terrain but the smooth road had turned to gravel, that you were sure of.

“Yes, completely necessary,” Eddie said, you couldn’t see him, but you knew he had a wide grin on his face just from the tone of his voice. You felt his hand reach over and grasp yours. “Just trust me babe.”

After a few more minutes you felt the van come to a stop as Eddie shifted into park. He opened his door and quickly made his way to your side, opening the door and grabbing your hand to help lead you out of the van.

“Okay, just keep holding my hand,” Eddie said as he led you away from the van. With your sight prohibited, you were overly aware of your other senses. You could feel a cool breeze, sending a shiver up your spine. You also heard a faint rustling sound - almost likle water. You guessed you were at some sort of body of water. The quarry? Maybe Lover’s Lake?

Eddie slowly came to a stop and went behind you to remove your blindfold. You could feel his gentle fingers, delicately undoing the knot. The sensation of his fingers in your hair sent another shiver up your spine. You hoped he didn’t notice.

“And here we are,” Eddie said, a non-egotistical pride in his voice as he stepped back beside you now.

You gasped, taking in the scene before you. You were right, you were at Lover’s Lake. A blanket was laid flat on the ground just off the shoreline. A few pillows from Eddie’s bed and his large blanket were strewn about, along with a bottle of wine, two glasses, a box from your favorite bakery from downtown, and a bouquet of pink roses mixed with baby’s breath, wrapped in an iridescent cellophane.

“Eddie you didn’t have to do all this,” you said, feeling your eyes begin to prick with tears.

Eddie knew you were having a rough week. You chalked it up to having a rough few days at work. Rude customers was all. But Eddie wasn’t so sure that was it. He didn’t want to push you or badger you. He wanted to plan a little date, something to cheer you up, to try and help you take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

You and Eddie had been dating for just over a month. The relationship was fun and new and exciting. But also scary. You were still very shy around Eddie, straying away from his touches, tearing you eyes away from him if contact prolonged more than five seconds. Eddie assumed you were just shy and reserved, a common trait for anyone in a new relationship. However you knew the real reason, but you chose to push those nagging thoughts aside as you focused your attention back to your thoughtful boyfriend.

“I know,” Eddie said moving closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. “But you deserve it. I know you’ve had a tough week and I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you.”

You could have broken down with that sentence alone. No one had gone out of their way to so something to thoughtful like this for you before you.“Thank you Eddie, really,” you said as you picked up the bouquet to admire its beauty, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen. “This is so sweet.”

“C’mon, let’s sit down. We can drink this wine and eat these cookies and then we can stargaze. I may or may not have stolen Henderson’s telescope and it may or may not be in the back of my van right now.”

You let out a hearty laugh, plopping down next to Eddie as he poured the wine carefully into your glass. “He’s going to kill you when he realizes his telescope is missing.”

“Oh I know,” Eddie said, pouring his own glass of wine and taking a small sip.

You settled into a comfortable silence, listening as the soft waves of the lake crashed to the shore. It was a light and calming sound, one that comforted you as you tried to slow your heart. You told yourself it was just jitters, being on this romantic date with Eddie. It was jitters, nervous and excited and happy jitters.

“Hey, you okay, sweetheart?”

“Oh yeah, fine. Just listening to the lake.”

“It’s nice, huh?”

“Yeah real nice.”

Eddie knew you were distracted. He couldn’t be sure but he had a hunch that whatever was bothering you this week was still plaguing your mind now. He was still relatively new to this relationship thing. He wanted to be there but he didn’t exactly know how.

“C’mon, let’s look at the stars,” Eddie offered leaning back onto his elbows, encouraging you to lay next to him.

You were hesitant but also so eager to get closer to Eddie. You wanted nothing more than to feel his soft touches, his hands rest in yours, cool and calloused from years of playing guitar. You wanted to feel his heart beat against yours. You wanted to be closer to him but yet you hesitated. You wanted that more than anything but your mind would not afford you peace. Thoughts lingered in the back of your head. Bad thoughts. Thoughts of doubt. Doubt that you could trust Eddie. Doubt that he would take advantage of you. Doubt that he was just using you, buttering you up with wine and your favorite cookies and flowers just to get something more. To use and discard you, just like someone before.

But you knew that Eddie was not him, not your ex. You knew he was a soft and gentle soul who longed to take care of you. Eddie had been nothing but loving and supportive toward you since beginning your relationship. You trusted Eddie. Trusted him with your life, but there were parts of your brain. Deep and dark. Ugly and twisted and damaged parts of your brain that made you think otherwise.

But you ignored them as you immersed yourself into his presence, taking a small bit out of the sugar cookie. You ignored the way your gut lurched as you laid down and you rested your head on Eddie’s chest, as his hand wrapped across your shoulder, gently rubbing up and down your arm. This isn’t your ex. This is Eddie. You are safe.

“So how was your day Eds?” You asked, forcing your mind to distract itself. You wanted to submerge yourself in Eddie. He was so good for you. You knew all of your fears and anxieties would melt away if you just talked to him. Being around him made you better.

You were settled into him now. Resting you head on his chest, taking in his scent of cedar and stale cigarettes. And maybe something more. It was a scent that brought you immense comfort. Like home. Eddie wrapped his arm protectively around your shoulder now, rubbing up and down your arm.

“It was good,” He sighed in contentment. “I wrote a new song, I can’t wait to play it for you.”

“I can’t wait to hear it,” you beamed, over at him, for a moment before returning your gaze to the night sky. It was the perfect night to stargaze. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, and your were far away enough from town that the street lights didn’t outshine the stars.

“I missed you today. I hate being away from you.”

“I know,” you said. “I hate it too, babe. Thank you for this,” you said gesturing to the set up Eddie had organized.

“Of course, anything for my girl. Any chance I get to be with you makes me the happiest. Ever.”

Your eyes connected with Eddie's for a moment before his lips met yours softly. He was so gentle with you. He pulled you closer to him but with such precise care, as if you were made of glass and would break it he applied too much pressure. You could tase the wine on his lips and the faint reminisce of a cigarette he must have smoked before coming to pick you up. His tongue ran across your lips gently and you hummed at the sensation as your parted you lips, deepening the kiss. His hand had moved to your cheek now, grasping your face and rubbing your cheekbone softly with his thumb, occasionally brushing against your eyelashes. After another moment Eddie pulled away and you both sighed, slightly breathless.

He looked at you, his big brown doe eyes, filled with so much love and sincerity. He began by peppering your nose with a small peck, then moved down to your cheek and then your forehead, causing you to giggle as he left a trail of tiny kisses on your face.

“I love you, y/n,” he said, sounding somewhat breathless, you could feel his heart beating against you.

You felt yourself begin to crack. You really didn’t want to cry in front of Eddie. Not after he planned this entire date, not after he kissed you like that, with so much passion yet so gently and lovingly. Not after he has just said “I love you” for the first time. Yet you couldn’t stop yourself when your eyes filled with tears and you let out a small sob.

“Woah, h-hey, I’m sorry!” Eddie said, sitting you both up gently and putting some distance between you. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Shit I didn’t mean to freak you out by saying that so soon, its just -”

You cut Eddie off with another sob, “No, I love you too,” you said, voice taught with emotion.

Eddie looked horrified now. He wasn’t sure how you sobbing and saying “I love you” for the first time correlated, but he pushed those thoughts aside and scooted closer to you know. He wrapped a protective arm around you shoulder, rubbing your upper back softly.

“Why are you crying? Are you sure I didn’t hurt you or something?”

“No, no never.” You paused, taking a deep unsteady breath, trying to gather yourself. “Its just that - no one has ever been so gentle with me.” You cried, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your head on them. “I’m not used to it,” you said, voice meek and barely audible, making Eddie’s heart feel like a piece was breaking off, crumbing to the bottom of his stomach.

“Honey please talk to me,” He said, large hand rubbing up and down you back now, “What’s got you saying that?”

Your upper lip trembled as you continued to bury you head into your knees. You gathered yourself, taking a deep breath, knowing that you were about to open up and tell Eddie the hard stuff.

“I dated a guy,” you said, looked up, pausing to wipe the stray tears that had made their way down to you chin.

“It was a while ago, like a year, year and a half,” you said wincing, not wanting to hurt Eddie by taking about your past relationship. “He uh … he wasn’t like you. He didn’t treat me the way you do.”

Eddies eyes widened as he listened to you, a park of his eyes growing dark as he spoke. “Did he hurt you, baby?” Eddie could almost feel his own eyes filling with tears at the sight of your distress.

You could only nod you head, unable to speak for a moment as more tears rushed from your eyes. “N-not physically. I mean sorta. He crossed some physical boundaries I had. He knew I wasn’t ready but he forced me-”

Now Eddie was the one cutting you off, “It’s okay, you don’t have to say it. I know, I get it.”

“Yeah,” it was all you could say. Letting out a harsh sob as Eddie pulled you tight into his chest.

“I”m so sorry,” he cooed, holding your head protectively against his chest as you cried. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

You cried, it was all you could do. You cried for the pain your ex had caused you. You cried for the way he made you fear being intimate and vulnerable. You cried because no one had ever been so caring as the way Eddie was caring for you right now. Holding you in his lap, slightly swaying back and forth, whispering softly into your ear, “I won’t hurt you, I won’t let that happen to you. You are so strong, y/n. So damn strong.”

You began to feel your breathing slipping from your control, your chest rising and falling rapidly from the sobs that were wracking your body. Fearing you had revealed too much, that you would scare Eddie away.

“Woah, hey breath, y/n. Just breathe, sweetheart.” Eddie took you hand and placed it on his chest. “Feel my heart. Try to follow my breathing, baby.” He inhaled a slow and deep breath and you tried your best to mimic it, but your lungs felt like they were on fire.

“I can’t,” You cried, chest heaving more rapidly now.

“Yes, yes you can, breathe. Just breathe,” Eddie said in an extraordinarily calming and even tone, still clasping your hand against his heart, his eyes looking deep into your soul.

You followed along as Eddie took another large inhale, this time you were able to follow him as he exhaled. You repeated the process a few times, gradually gaining your breath.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, finally getting your breathing a back to normal.

“What, why would you have anything to be sorry for?”

“For all the times I’ve been emotionally blocked off. And all the times I have avoided being close with you - intimate with you,” you sputtered out, cheeks heating up with embarrassment.“It wasn’t you and it wasn’t because I don’t want to. Believe me. It was just the memories from him. My mind would take me back to a dark place and that scared me.”

“Sweetheart don’t apologize, you have nothing to be sorry for, truly.”

“No I do, Eddie. I’m sorry for freaking out, I didn’t want that to happen but… But in my mind that could have gone very differently just now. But you were so gentle and soft with me. And, and I’m just not used to it. I’m damaged.”

“Hey. Stop that. None of that,” Eddie said, taking your face in both of his hands. “You are not damaged. None of this if your fault. It was that asshole, not you. Please believe that,” he spoke with sincerity, causing you to tear up again.

“I want you to know that you’re safe with me,” Eddie continued, still holding you. “Always. You don’t have to be sorry … about the intimacy. If you don’t want to then I don’t want to okay? I would never ever make you do something you don’t feel good about, alright? I always want you to feel comfortable around me. I’m sorry if bringing you here implied I wanted something more. I know Lover’s Lake has that reputation but I just wanted to take you somewhere nice quiet so we could just be with each other.”

“Okay,” you sighed, feeling as if invisible cinder blocks had been lifted from your shoulders. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, really. This is basic human decency, y/n. You deserve to be treated better than that. You deserve to be treated like a queen. Please, please trust me when I say that. That that’s how I want to treat you. I don’t want you for your body, I want you for your soul. That’s where the real connection is. Not that you’re not the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, but you get my point.”

You nodded into his chest, hands going into the back of his long hair. You were running your hands through his curls, cheeks flushing, heart absolutely melting at the statement “I don’t deserve you,” You felt like you could cry again.

“No, don’t say that. I think we’re very deserving of each other.”

You only nodded, feeling at a loss for words.

“Hey why don’t we lay back down, the night is still young, we can stargaze,” Eddie suggested. “Unless you’d rather just go home, I wouldn’t blame you at all.”

“No I don’t want to go, I want to be here with you.”

“Okay, c’mere then,” Eddie said with a grin as he laid back down on the blanket, the pillows cradling his head as he pulled you close to him once more, draping the other larger, fluffier blanket on top of the two of you. You settled back into his chest, entangling your legs together, Eddie’s hand resting on the small of your back.

“This is what has been bothering this week, Eds,” You said, not wanting to rehash your emotions but just needing to get one last thing off your chest. “When I said I was having a hard week, it wasn’t because of work, it was because of my ex. I saw him. From a distance at the grocery store. He didn’t see me, but it brought back a lot of negative feelings. I sorta caved in on myself I guess. I just wanted to tell you.”

Eddie paused, thinking over your words for a moment before speaking. “I want to you know that if you ever need to talk, if anything is ever bothering you, I’m here. And I’m ready to listen. Or I’m ready to just sit in complete silence with you. I just want you to know that I'm here and that I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, Eddie. Thank you for this, for everything."