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scoops-aboy86 · 4 days

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not sure if you're taking prompt requests (I've been lurking hehe♠️♥️) but can we consider steddie who have sexual tension whilst also being each other's biggest hater? maybe Eddie is mouthing off to Steve and they place a bet; loser draws a card at random and if they don't complete it within the month then...I don't know but something embarrassing. let's say Eddie (cocky and on his high horse) underestimates Steve and loses the bet and draws the card: bulk up. And determined not to be a sore loser he goes all in, unfortunately he misinterprets just how much he's supposed to bulk for, and what bulking up actually entails 👀 by the end of the month that boy is busting out his pants

Hey there ♠️♥️ anon! I for sure take prompt requests, and I love the idea of these two giving glaring daggers vibes whenever they’re in the same room…

(The following is also on ao3, because, uh. It's 5545 words.)

They’d settled their differences in the Upside Down, that first time, right? Despite a shared mutual history of one looking at the other and thinking ugh, Steve had thanked someone who wasn’t a friend and didn’t have any person interest vested in his safety for coming to help rescue him from a gruesome death, and Eddie had broken with years of anti-jock, anti-popular tradition to admit that Steeeeve Harrington was a good dude. They’d even bonded a little over how much of a butthead Dustin was. Right?

Wrong. The truce only held up until Eddie nearly died by bat attack, though it wasn’t officially called off until several weeks after that because Eddie was in a literal coma. Pretty much the last thing Steve had said was to not try and be a hero, and Eddie had agreed… and then pulled that shit? The idiot had nearly bled out in Dustin’s goddamn arms—leaving the fifteen year old even more shell shocked than he had been after Starcourt when it had finally, fully hit him that Steve could have been literally tortured to death, just because he’d picked up some weird Russian transmission.

So Eddie’s first real day coherently awake and not foggy from pain meds, jarring and stressful as all that was on its own, also included a vicious reprimand to the tune of what the hell were you thinking from the former King of Hawkins High. And, hey, he firmly maintained that if you kicked a man when he was down then you shouldn’t be surprised when he goes for your ankles. The shouting match that ensued only ended when Robin, Jonathan, and Jonathan’s weird friend from California physically dragged him out of the room, while Dustin and Mike each put a hand on Eddie and effectively held their weakened DM pinned to keep him from giving chase when he could not, in fact, actually walk.

(Surprisingly, Mike is actually on Steve’s side with that one. It’s because upon returning to Hawkins, when getting the full rundown, Dustin had said, “He was dying, he was right there and I couldn’t do anything to save him… It was like when Troy told you to jump off the quarry and you actually did it. I was useless then too.” One look at his friend’s haunted expression and Mike was thoroughly pissed off at both Eddie and his past self, no matter how okay things had turned out after.)

Everyone hopes it’ll blow over, but both Steve and Eddie are stubborn as hell and convinced the other is in the wrong. Neither wants to back down, so they don’t. Things snowball into an active feud, Steve with his sarcastic comments and the bitchy faces he pulls, and Eddie jumping on furniture to deliver thinly veiled speeches about whatever his beef of the day with Steve is this time—both dramatic as fuck and not nearly as ashamed enough about how loud and petulant their complaints about each other are.

As Robin likes to say, they’re both kind of right but they’re also both morons.

So their friends do what any reasonable group of young people irreparably traumatized by intradimensional monsters would do: they trick both of them into the same room and lock the door until they either sort their shit out or knock each other unconscious. The new Hopper-Byers house has a basement that doubles as a tornado shelter that’s just perfect for keeping them contained, no windows and all.

By the time the Party lets them out, they seem to have reached a truce.

Robin finds out later, though, that they haven’t ended their feud so much as… turned it into a competition. They’ve given each other a month to get into one of the other’s hobbies, though she does not get any explanation of how the results will be judged or what the ‘winner’ gets out of this besides general bragging rights. Steve will try and learn guitar well enough to play a single song (and not that Twinkle Twinkle Little Star shit in the guitar for beginners books, an actual, recognizable song that one might hear on the radio, singing optional), and Eddie will try and bulk up.

“Bulk up,” Robin repeats flatly, picturing Eddie’s toothpick frame and absolutely failing at imagining muscles showing up on it. “Eddie Munson, who was held back for two years in part because he refused to climb a rope in gym, or participate in any other Presidential Fitness Test activity as an anti-war, anti-mindless sheep protest, is going to take up working out.”

Steve just shrugs with a smirk. “I don’t know, all he said was ‘bulk up.’ We’re not asking each other for advice—which means he can’t ask Lucas either, since that’s just, like, my advice but trickle-down style—”

“That’s not a phrase you should use, Steve. Not when you’re making… that face.” Robin is starting to think that the sexual tension between these two idiots isn’t completely in her imagination.

“Whatever, he can’t ask for my advice and I can’t ask for his. By the way, do you know anything about playing guitar?”

It’s going to be a long month.

“Okay,” Gareth begins, “I’ve done some research, and I’ve compiled a list of—”

Eddie snatches the sheet of paper out of his hand, ignoring Gareth’s grumbles as he scans it. “‘Eat lots of starch to fuel the body,’” he reads. “Okay, easy enough. ‘Lots of protein, fish is good.’ Done, I fuckin’ love fish sticks. Healthy fats, blah blah blah… ‘Recovery after workouts is important.’ Makes sense.” He flicks the paper back in the younger boy’s direction, sitting back into the couch in his trailer with an exaggerated stretch. “This is going to be easy. I can just carry amps around like usual and eat up, I’ve got this in the bag. Harrington is going down.”

Snatching it up, Gareth shoots Eddie an annoyed look. “This is bringing out a lovely color in you, dude. I might not be around much for the next thirty days.”

Eddie snorts. “Band practice,” he reminds him in a sing-song voice. “I’m thinking we can do two or three times a week now that school’s out.”

“Yeah, about that…”

And that’s how Eddie finds out that Gareth is being dragged on a family road trip next week to visit some great aunt or uncle somewhere, Jeff has already started courses at the nearest community college, and Frank has a full time job washing dishes at Enzo’s now. The latter two will probably give Eddie a good in for selling to new customers, now that he’s been freed from perpetual daily forced contact with high schoolers, but other than that it all kind of sucks.

After Gareth leaves, Eddie sulks his way to the grocery store to pick up what he figures he needs for the next few weeks. Piles the shopping cart up with fish sticks and ketchup, protein powder and ice cream (because the list had said something about smoothies, there’s ice cream in those, right?), pasta, various kinds sauces to keep things interesting, a bunch of different kinds of chips for snacking, and bacon and a carton of eggs for breakfasts. That should cover most of it, right? He can come back for more whenever, but he thinks this might last him a week. No skin off his nose when that big government payout is basically footing the bill.

One week later, Steve’s fingers are sore from trying to play his grandpa’s old guitar he had found in the attic, and he’s having a hard time with Robin’s explanation of sheet music. She doesn’t know a thing about string instruments, but she’s working out an arrangement of Everybody Wants to Rule the World that he can both read and play, so he can only complain so much.

Eddie feels vaguely bloated all the time, but he deadlifts his amps and carries them around the trailer for a while several times a day and takes care to give his muscles a nice long break afterwards. He’s already had to make a couple more trips to the store for pretty much everything except protein powder… Which isn’t that bad with enough ice cream blended in with it, and sometimes he even remembers to throw in some fresh fruit for color. Sometimes he does bananas and peanut butter. Zero complaints.

By the second week, Steve is making decent progress . He’s pretty sure, anyway. The music he plays is basic, halting, and awkward, but it’s music. The real VIP when it comes to helping him learn, actually, is Erica. She’d just taken up the flute in eighth grade, more to fulfill an elective requirement than anything else, and she’s a vicious but effective task master when it comes to making him practice. Her critiques, while scathing, usually offer the information he can’t make sense in of in a new way, sometimes easier to process. Between that and Robin helping him puzzle out where to put his hands to make the chords sound right, things are coming along.

Meanwhile, Eddie has developed a routine. He deadlifts his amps and carries them around the trailer for a while a few times a day. He cools down with a joint afterwards, and if it’s a really hot day he goes through popsicles like nobody’s business. They’re basically frozen juice. Practically just water. He’s pretty sure he can have as many as he wants, and when he gets to the goofy part of his high he sometimes deep throats them just for fun—because he’s busy with this whole bulking thing, alright? Hasn’t had a chance to drive out to Indy for some good sweaty stress relief. The munchies hit him hard and there’s something satisfying in how all the snacks he blows through (ha) make him feel sluggish and warm on their way to making him bigger. He doesn’t give a shit about building muscles, it’s just… The sense of accomplishment is nice.

Partway through the third week, Steve runs into Eddie in the grocery store. Literally.

“Oof. Hey, look where you’re—Oh, it’s you.” Eddie barely glances at Steve to make this assessment, he’s too busy trying to decide on what pasta sauces he wants to get for the next few meals. His cart is already quite full (plus there’s an entire case of Mt. Dew on the wire shelf underneath), his eyes slightly bloodshot, and he has an already open Snickers bar that he takes an absentminded bite from.

Steve has to pause to take him in, knowing that something is different but not quite able to decide what… But his brain registers it as a vaguely positive thing all the same, and he finds the Snickers bar amusing. “Jeez Munson, you couldn’t wait until you got to the register? How long have you been shopping?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, swallows, and very maturely sticks his tongue out at Steve through his plush lips, right there in the grocery store. “I was working out earlier and got hungry, fucking sue me.” He makes his sauce selections and moves on, but Steve trails after him with just a dinky little basket with a few items in hand.

Which… he doesn’t mean to do, but finds himself embarrassingly hypnotized by Eddie’s ass. (And since when is Eddie not flat as a pancake back there? Must be doing squats or something. Whatever it is, Steve can admit in the confines of his own mind that it’s paid off.)

He breaks off towards the register before Eddie says anything else to him, though—and before Eddie can notice the unexpected semi starting up in his jeans. And he gets away with it too, because Eddie is facing resolvedly away, unwilling to let Steve see the way his cheeks have flushed from that bare minimum of teasing. Because Eddie has only been in the store for less than ten minutes. Made a pass at one of the candy displays by the front entrance as he was coming in, and yeah he’s high, but usually he has some restraint. This time… he just really wanted something sweet in his mouth, and Steve’s comment makes him want to shove the rest of the chocolate bar in his mouth all at once. (Which he still does, but manages to wait until Steve is gone and hold in the little moan that wants to worm its way out around the mouthful.)

If they both go home and touch themselves for a bit after the encounter, no one’s ever going to know.

The next time they see each other, it’s because time’s officially up on their bet. Steve cannot get over how Eddie, who declines to sit down for this private little open mic event in the bland Harrington living room, fills out his jeans. It’s making his mouth water involuntary, throwing off his concentration while he tries to play the song he’s prepared. And what is up with that? He’s never looked at Eddie this way before, never had this problem in locker rooms with his jock teammates, had little trouble not looking or not thinking much of it if he did. Eddie’s not even naked for fuck’s sake, his jeans are just painted on, a stark contrast to the loose t-shirt he’s wearing.

He needs to see what’s under that shirt. Doesn’t know what he’s hoping to see, other than, just… Eddie. Which is annoying as hell, because it’s distracting while he’s trying to play—a month is long enough for him to figure out some basics and a single song, but not to be totally comfortable with the instrument.

When he’s done, he looks up from where he’s been focused intently on his hands only to see Eddie staring at him with a slightly furrowed brow, head tipped slightly to one side.

“I can’t call it good,” Eddie says slowly, reluctantly, “because it’s Tears for Fears, for chrissakes. But… I am impressed.”

Steve resists the urge to pump his fist in victory.

“For only a month of learning to play, the most painful part was really just your taste in music,” Eddie continues, smirking.

“Oh shut up.” Steve rolls his eyes and puts the guitar aside with a huff. “Your turn, Mr. Metalhead Smartass. Time for show and tell.”

And Eddie barely hesitates. Sure, he knows that he’s kind of missed the intended mark on this bulking thing, but he definitely is bulkier. His pants, the same size he’s been wearing comfortably for years, are digging in at the waist hard enough that he’s opted to stay standing for now rather than risk their integrity. He’d gotten a new, bigger shirt specifically for this occasion just to draw out the suspense of the reveal.

Part of him just wants a reaction. Like in the store, when Steve had teased him about the candy bar. He wants Steve to see him, stride over from the couch, and grab at the roll of pudge spilling over the top of his jeans. Call him out on all the pasta and sweets and nutritionless snacks, on getting high after his increasingly shorter workouts and clearing out the pantry. On the angry red stretch marks that streak the skin untouched by bite scars.

So Eddie wets his lips, and pulls his shirt off over his head. He shivers as Steve looks him over, even though it’s a hot day, and god he could go for a popsicle right now, would shove it all the way in and give Steve a show—

“Okay, let’s test it,” Steve says. “Arm wrestling, like we agreed. You want to do this in here? Or there’s the dining table, or kitchen counter.”

Eddie frowns, part of him disappointed. “Uh… Kitchen, I guess.” They can stay standing in there. No way he’s going to get down on his knees to arm-wrestle Steve fucking Harrington over a mirror-polished coffee table.

Steve waves him on. “After you then, it’s over there.”

Because Steve is trying hard not to react to a shirtless Eddie Munson in his living room. He’d seen Eddie shirtless before but that had been in the hospital, when he’d been almost more bandages than man. It had scared him then, seeing the proof of how close they’d come to losing someone this time. (Again, even if Hopper had come back.) Now it makes him want to grab, maybe push Eddie against something, just to see… what he feels like under his hands.

No, really, Steve wants to know. He can’t even articulate why to himself, but he wants, and he’s always been the kind of guy to jump first and ask confused questions later.

So they’re in the kitchen, hands clasped and elbows on grouted tile, each pushing as hard as he can. Maybe Steve started with the intent of going a little easy, though fuck if he understands why—but Eddie is really warming up now and Steve, to his surprise, is having to work a bit.

“You been lifting?” he asks.

Eddie grins, wolfish, back at him. “Yeah, I have these big amps I carry around all the time. Musician, remember?”

Steve wants Eddie’s teeth in his shoulder. Wants to bite him, all over him. Wants—Jesus fucking Christ—to watch himself disappear into Eddie’s mouth like that Snickers bar, like Eddie couldn’t imagine not wanting to swallow him down.

… Oh no.

It’s not like Eddie ever had particularly defined muscles, and what Steve now registers as extra softness all over isn’t helping them show. He was a wiry dude to start with, never meant to have bulging biceps, but that doesn’t mean he’s weak. Not after all that post-Vecna physical therapy and the past four weeks of working out with heavy band equipment.

Steve still wins the match, but it takes a while.

“You’re definitely stronger than you were a month ago,” he admits. “So… I guess I’m impressed too.”

They just sort of look at each other for a moment.

“So it’s a tie?” Eddie asks finally. “Fuck, what do we do for a tie-breaker?”

And Steve has a wild idea, one that, when he floats it, Eddie agrees to much faster than he’d agreed to the original bet.

The tie-breaker is this: they’ve ordered one large pizza each, and whoever eats the most wins. Eddie has barely stopped to consider that this might not be a fair contest; he hasn’t had lunch yet, and feels like his stomach is starting to digest itself. Hasn’t gone this long without a huge and heavy meal providing the delicious stretch to that organ that he’s recently grown to enjoy in weeks, and it’s probably a minor miracle that the hunger pains aren’t audible.

When the pizza arrives he just about tears his box out of Steve’s hands, flipping the lid and grabbing the first slice on his way back to the couch without fanfare, only a huge bite and a stifled sigh of relief as he finally plops down on the cushions and gives his feet a rest.

“Here,” Steve tells him, holding out a two-liter that Eddie hadn’t even realized was part of the order, he’d been so focused on food—and since when has Steve known that Mt. Dew is his favorite? “Hang on a second, I’ll get glasses.”

“S’fine,” Eddie grunts through a still partly full mouth, deftly twisting the cap open with his teeth, spitting it off into the distance, and raising the entire bottle to his lips for a long pull. “That hits the spot, thanks,” he says absently when he’s done, not bothering to put the bottle down as he reaches for his next slice. “Are you ever going to start on yours, or what?”

“I, y-yeah.” Steve turns away to his own box before Eddie can see the flush on his face, the one that goes all the way to his chest. What is happening to him? He hasn’t felt this tongue-tied since the first time he’d made out with Nancy, but why is it happening with Eddie?

Something about the abandon with which he’s eating, like it’s both effortless and necessary. Like he could keep going all day at the same pace, never satisfied, still chasing whatever it means in Eddie’s book to be full, and… Steve always has been a sucker for girls telling him how well he fills them up, hasn’t he? It had never meant this before but, well, there is some precedent at least.

But still, Steve thinks, as he tucks into his own pizza. Eddie. They hate each other, right? That’s why they’ve been feuding. The dude’s theatrical persona and general aura of fuck the world puts Steve on edge… but there’s no sign of either while he’s eating, wholy focused on the task (meal) before him.

Eddie finishes his pizza first, naturally. He guzzles some more of his soda, the bottle reaching about three-fourths empty, and doesn’t bother stifling a burp. Pressing a fist to his filling stomach, he manages to extend it to a belch, forcing out more of the gathering carbonation to make more room in there. Then he reaches for Steve’s pizza.

“Hey,” Steve protests, but makes no actual move to stop him. (Part of Eddie wishes he would. ‘Jesus, Munson, you ate a whole large pizza in under fifteen minutes and you still want more? You’ve really turned into a fatass.’ God, that would be—Eddie crams as much in his mouth as he can while his free hand is already reaching for another.)

“I win,” Eddie says with his mouth full, muffled and chewing but still understandable. (Fuck stopping just to talk, he’s hungry, he needs it.) “You wanna get between me and—urp—my prize, Steve? Try it and see what happens.”

And Steve doesn’t, just lets him take what he wants, and god damn if that isn’t a strange little thrill. Grease is starting to drip down Eddie’s chin, pizza sauce gathering in the corners of his mouth. No one has ever watched him eat before but Steve is watching, his own progress slowed now that the game is up.

They’re back on the living room couch, Eddie with his shirt still off and well beyond feeling self-conscious about the way his jeans are practically creaking at the seams the more he puts away. He’d give in and unbutton them (a common occurrence at home), but instinct tells him the problem is too far gone—the threshold between ‘tight’ and ‘too tight to get the button undone’ crossed. Still, he keeps eating because that feels better than stopping to problem-solve. He feels almost high under Steve’s gaze, an echo of the munchies creeping in that has him reaching for more pizza, more soda, just more.

Until the inevitable happens. Eddie doesn’t exactly notice it until he feels his belly drop, still cradled in his suddenly looser jeans.

It’s not even the button that’s popped. The entire left side of the denim has ripped down to the lower curve of his ass, bare skin bulging out because he’d forgone boxers so they wouldn’t bunch up uncomfortably under the pants.

“Shit,” he hears Steve whisper, and then bare skin is covered by warm hands and Eddie hums appreciatively as he’s cupped, kneaded, Steve’s fingertips teasing their way just under the stretched, shredded edges of fabric. Relaxing into the touch, into a quiet headspace he’s been falling more and more into over the past few weeks, where he just sits and eats.

The fact that there’s still pizza grease on Steve’s hand makes it, somehow, even more perfect.

“How did you do this,” Steve murmurs, sounding amazed, “in a month?”

Eddie just hums with his mouth full, relishing the attention. Now that Steve is focused on him he’s abandoned his own food, allowing Eddie free rein to take as much as he wants.

He wants it all. Loses all track of time in getting it. Even more so when the pizza runs out and Steve is at his side offering a lit joint, his own partly-finished bottle of soda, and packages of snack cakes.

(When had those come from? When had Steve left to get them? … Are questions Eddie barely cares enough to think, let alone ask.)

Everything feels hazy and syrupy-slow as Eddie greedily sucks down the smoke. He’s so full, but not full to bursting, not yet—and this will help him feel hungry again, help him eat more. Maybe until he can’t even move. For now, the food keeps coming, sometimes brought gently to his lips without him having to do anything but chew, and Eddie gives himself over to the pure hedonism of it.

Steve’s fingers around the joint (from Eddie’s jacket) rest against Eddie’s lips while he takes his hit. He’s still amazed that after only a month that Eddie can eat like that before getting high—how much food has he been going through in the name of ‘bulking,’ anyway?

For a moment Steve feels vaguely guilty for setting the challenge in the first place, and for impulsively suggesting a pizza eating contest as a tie-breaker… but Eddie’s rosy cheeks and hazy expression and overall eagerness for more is both a balm and a cure. And Steve listens to him chew, and gasp and moan between bites, eyes dropping down to tattooed skin, flush and growing damp with sweat as Eddie gets more and more worked up with the crinkle of every wrapper.

The pile of snack cakes is running low—the box had been full but Eddie is still going, one after the other after the other, so Steve puts the joint down and gets back to feeding.

“You look so fucking soft,” he murmurs. It’s both derision and praise, and he glances up just in time to see Eddie’s eyes roll back in time with a deep moan, squirming slightly in his spot on the couch. “Oh, you like that? You like when you get called out on how big you are?” Watching him swallow and try to breath shallow enough not to jostle himself but deep enough to actually get some oxygen, Steve licks his own lips. “How much you ate to get this way?”

Eddie sucks the last mouthful from his fingers in answer, tongue swirling around the tips. There’s so much in there already that Steve almost has more chocolate, frosting, and cake crumbs when Eddie pulls off with a wet smack than he’d had before, but it goes straight to Steven’s dick.

“Been eating all the time,” Eddie mumbles with a hint of a whine. “Can’t stop. Don’t want to.” He reaches out, not quite looking where his hand is going and groping around blindly until he finds Steve’s wrist and guides him to touch his gurgling belly. “Do you like it? Do you like me—urp—like this, Steve?”

“I really fucking do,” Steve breathes. God, his jeans are entirely too constricting right now, dick filling at the mental images of Eddie eating all the time—while watching tv or planning out his story-campaign things, even during simple tasks like putting his shoes on or applying eyeliner before playing at the Hideout, slowly chewing even in his goddamn sleep. (Which, realistically, he probably didn’t, but it’s such a heady thought that Steve doesn’t care about realistic right now.)

“I don’t even fit in my pants,” Eddie whines, pawing clumsily at his still buttoned fly while half his ass is already hanging out the rip. His pupils are stretched wide, eyes reddened, the high setting in nicely. “How, how’m I gonna go home?”

“Stay here,” Steve blurts out. “You don’t want to flash your wide ass around the whole trailer park, right? Just stay, plenty of room, and we can find you something to wear in the morning.”

Eddie nods, groans, and grips his distended belly with both hands. Steve helps as best he can, massaging over the other boy’s jam-packed stomach to coax all the carbonation from the Mt. Dew and Coke back out, spilling from Eddie’s wet and greasy lips like sweet, filthy nothings. And—

“Is it crazy that I still want more?” Eddie groans, tipping his head back to rest on the couch cushions. “Fuuuck that feels good Stevie, keep d… Oh god, mm, keep doing that…”

And then he spreads his legs wide with a groan, pausing to use both hands to finally get his pants unbuttoned. With no hint of self-consciousness, he wriggles his hand inside pants and pulls out his stiff cock, licks a long, lingering stripe along his other palm while maintaining direct eye contact, and starts to stroke himself.

“T-that’s it, keep… You’re so fucking hot, feeding me by hand,” Eddie babbles. “Letting me have this, oh Jesus Christ—”

His fist is moving in time with Steve’s ministrations, panting and with a flick of a thumb over his cock head, twist of a wrist on every pass. Steve can’t tear his eyes away from the heated flesh peeking out between Eddie’s fingers—the one on his cock and the one clutching his belly, flicking continuously between the two.

“You should keep doing it,” Eddie gasps, blind to the lack of remaining food he’s so full and gone. “Ste, Steve, that should be my prize for winning—” He pauses to let out a wet series of belches, hips practically jerking with them. “Ooh fuck, yeah, you should. You should feed me, keep making me bigger. Wanna be, mmmhmmnn, be full all the time, I’d let you fuck me even, god I bet that’d be good. W-wanna be filled from both ends, Steve…”

And Steve isn’t much better, barely blinking and throbbing in his pants, leaking a wet patch into his boxers, nodding and panting yes and uh-huh and I will. He’s thinking about how much he’s always liked going down on girls, and how different could a dick be? It’s not like he doesn’t know what feels good, and he knows the basics like keeping his lips over his teeth and using his hand for whatever he can’t fit, and Eddie’s thighs look soft and inviting. He can picture those thighs around his ears.

Wanna be filled from both ends, Steve.

“Fuck,” Steve growls, leaning in dangerously close to Eddie’s face even if the majority of his attention is still angled downwards. “You’re getting fat, man. You want to get fatter? Bust more of your clothes? The way you’re going, this thing—” he swipes a hand down over Eddie’s rounded belly and then back up to his stomach, pressing out another round of wet, breathy burps “—is going to be huge. Your ass too. You’re going to bump into things. You’re going to lose sight of your feet, of your dick. How far do you want to take this, huh? Until you can’t even reach it under all that extra padding? You want to have to ask me to help you with that? If you can’t stand me now—”

“Wha,” Eddie gasps, shuddering, so close. “No, you’re the one… Can’t—urrp—stand me…”

His voice is so petulant, so sad, that suddenly Steve gets it. They’ve both been posturing, picking fights to avoid direct rejection. And Steve, without even realizing it until now… He’d been so mad about Eddie playing the hero and nearly dying because it had scared the shit out of him, and Eddie had felt attacked and lashed out right back.

Steve slings a leg over Eddie’s, settles on him, and kisses him hard. Doesn’t even care when Eddie shakes and comes all over them both, biting Steve’s lip with a moan that could put actual porn stars to shame. Steve scrambles to get into his own pants and finish himself off a moment later, while Eddie is still catching his breath and groaning with every bump of Steve’s fist against his belly, but also still kissing him with no apparent intent of ever stopping.

And they don’t stop so much as, Steve slumps to one side and Eddie is too bloated and weighted in place by his own overindulgence to follow. Which Steve whines about a little, but his mind is too blown to figure out how to sit back up right now.

“I think I like guys too,” he says, dazed. “Is that a thing?”

“It’s a thing,” Eddie confirms, patting him on the thigh where it’s still stretched across the other boy’s lap. “If it helps, you’re taking it well.”

“Thought you said you wanted to take it,” Steve mumbles back, and feels a giddy little thrill at Eddie’s snort of amusement. “Speaking of things I just realized… Did we ever actually decide what we’d get for winning the bet?”

There’s a pause.

“I’m too full to think about that right now,” Eddie sighs, which they both know is a no. “Think I might’ve overdone it today.”

Another beat of silence, and then Steve can’t help asking, “Just today?”

A slow grin spreads across Eddie’s still-flushed face, the look in his eyes as he briefly bites his lip telling Steve that pretty soon there will be a round two. “Well now, sweetheart… Why don’t you sit back up here and tell me what you think, and we’ll just see if you’re right.”

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redheadspark · 2 years

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Could I request an Eddie x reader fic where Eddie has to save reader , it doesn’t have to involve vecna or another of the other creatures . It can be as simple as reader almost died from drowning now he’s saving her or what not . Or pushing out of the street when a car is coming. Really it’s all in your hands the way you want it go :)

A/N: OMG this is going to be fun to write! Thanks for the request anon!

Savior

Summary: Eddie swore to keep you safe, and he wasn't going to break his promise.

Warnings: A small hint of angst but some fluff in the end

"Damnit, DAMNIT!"

Eddie fell down to his knees over your body, seeing you unconscious and drenched in water with a massive cut over your eye. Steve was grimacing and recovering from the bat assault that he had to endure, Robin and Nancy were at the ready with their weapons out as Eddie was looking you over, seeing your chest still.

Too still. You weren't breathing.

"Shit," Robin grimaced as Eddie leaned his head over to place his ear near your mouth, noticing your breath was gone and your skin still glistening cold from the water. He huffed, pushed his hair away from his eyes before he did the same to you. Nancy was about to walk over, maybe telling Eddie to give you space or something before Eddie made a fist with his joined hands and pumped against your chest. Hunched over you, he was pumping up and down, going into a Rhythm and making sure your body went with his pushes. The other three watched in both fascination and in horror, not knowing what to do to help since it looked like Eddie was all over it.

Eddie then stopped, tilted your chin up and breathed through your mouth, plugging your nose in the process. He took two long breaths before he started the process all over again.

This was what he promise would never happen to you.

The last thing he thought he would ever have to do in his life was CPR on his girlfriend. He thought it was stupid, taking a CPR class at school to get extra credit from almost failing his science course. But you took him, Eddie almost kicking and screaming in the process, since you figured it was a useful tool to know and have under his belt.

"When am I ever going to use it?" Eddie asked as you two walked out of the class, hand in hand, over tot he cafeteria. You shrugged.

"You never know. And hey, if you have to use it on me, then you'll save me," You explained, Eddie chuckling and kissing your head.

God he thought it was a sick joke doing it on you then in the Upside Down.

"Come on, baby," He hummed at you as he pumped his hands-on your chest again, having hope in his voice and eyes as he leaned down to give you two more breaths. It didn't matter that you were all in the Upside Down and trying to stop some kind of sick demon who was killing teens, or that the world was going to come to an end, Eddie was only worried about you and keeping you alive. He was floored when you decided to help them stop Vecna, even when you were sticking by him after he was accused of killing Chrissy Cunningham. You even helped hide him out from the cops and the jocks who were after him, which lead to meeting Dustin Henderson and his gang who apparently knew more about the supernatural than anyone should. Being brought into their twisted world seemed surreal, but you were grounded with Eddie. Even after you conducted the plan to save the world, Eddie was holding your hand tightly and making sure you were willing to help.

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, no matter what. Got it?" He asked you as you rode in the RV. You nodded your head, a bit nervous about the whole situation you were thrown into. Eddie gulped, leaning over to kiss you softly to seal his promise.

And now you were out cold on the ground, Eddie's heart breaking as hope was falling away with every pump.

"Come on," Eddie said in a grunt, leaning down to breathe into your mouth one more time. Your chest expanded with the invasion of the air, Eddie taking in a breath again as he felt less and less hopeful.

"Breathe baby, PLEASE!" He pleaded, almost sounding wounded as he leaned down to breathe into your mouth one more time. As soon as he exhaled, you finally inhaled sharply and rolled to the side, coughing up the water that was caught in your lungs. It was violent, beyond violent as the water was escaping your lips and your eyes were wide with trying to breathe again. Eddie immediately moved to wrap you in his arms, giving you some kind of anchor as you were trying to catch your breath and get your vision back.

"I got ya, I got ya I promise," He repeated against your wet head over and over, not realizing that he was crying and beyond thankful that he saved your life. You were weezing, but leaning back against him and lacing your cold fingers against his sweaty ones. For a split moment, he thought you were gone forever. He could almost feel his heart breaking from the notion of you not being there to love him and care for him anymore. He already lost his parents, he already lost Chrissy.

He couldn't loose you, it would have killed him.

As you were shaking a bit violently, Eddie shrugged off his jacket and threw it over you, moving your way hair from your face to scan your eyes and make sure you were okay. Your blue lips smile, chattering a bit but happy none the less as you leaned forward to touch your forehead to his. You both took breaths together, never letting each other go.

"You s-s-saved me," You blubbered out, Eddie wetly chuckled as he kissed your hair. He murmured the four words that would forever he engrained into your mind, long after escaping the Upside Down, even long after you got married months later and moved out of Indiana to escape the nightmares.

"I'll always save you,"

The End.

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weirdo-twins · 2 years

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How Vol 2 Should have Ended

A re-write of the st4 finale, to address the narrative issues and especially the rampant homophobia, racism, and sexism. There’s a lot here so, as the kids say, buckle up and obviously spoilers below.

Surfer Boys + El (part 1)

First of all, let’s put the cali gang actually in or near Hawkins. El could still do the piggyback because short of her actually getting into the Upsidedown, that seems like the best strategy anyway, but the four of them careening into a situation they don’t fully understand without anyone else knowing they’re on the board now too would have added a lot of tension and raised the stakes for that group to be on level with the other groups. It’s an easy enough timeline or location fix. (We could also nix that weird stoner POC motif?)

Next, this is subtle, but important. During the Pineapple pizza scene, El should be struggling to find the words to end her and Mike’s romantic relationship. It would be best if we got some hints during her time away that she was beginning to realize their relationship was unhealthy. But anyway, we should see in her facial expression, tone, body language, that while she did miss Mike, she is not planning on ‘making up’ with him and is trying to figure out how to let him down.

Mike should pick up on this vibe and panic. This should be due to his intense compulsory heteronormativity. Instead of framing him fumbling with the ILY as Mike attempting to overcome his own insecurities, we should see it more obviously as a last-ditch attempt to stop the impending end. Again, subtle, maybe no actual scripted changes, but a change in body language, tone, framing.

The Sinclairs

We’ll come back to them, but now we need to delete that whole scene with Jason and his cronies attacking the Sinclairs because the racial/power dynamic is very fucked up. Jason may still need to walk in on Lucas and Max and step on the walkman, and it would be nice to get Lucas rejecting everything Jason stands for, but we don’t need a young black kid being threatened at gun point like that.

Instead of Erica getting caught and pinned down, she escapes and runs to get help. I don’t think the murder house is supposed to be right next to the trailer park, but we’re going to say that it is, so that Erica can reach Dustin and Eddie or they can hear her yelling. Which brings us to...

Eddie + Jason

We do need a death this season. We get one every season, and Eddie is, unfortunately, the red shirt. But it should be done much differently. It shouldn’t just be a red shirt death for the sake of keeping the tension alive, it should allow Eddie his real hero moment and mean something. (And yes, the outcast dying is sad, but most of these characters are outcasts in one way or another, it’s their Thing, so I don’t think Eddie dying sends the message that outcasts don’t get happy endings if the rest of the outcasts are ok)

So, the bat scene goes as it does in canon. But Eddie follows Dustin through the gate instead of - I don’t even know what he thought he would accomplish exactly. Enter Erica - Eddie and Dustin rejoin the Murder House group and Eddie and Jason get their destined meet-up. Jason’s been looking for him all season, here we go.

Eddie gets his hero moment facing off against Jason. He doesn’t run from him anymore. And he dies directly saving either Lucas or Dustin’s life. Maybe by getting Jason away from all of them. Dustin still has his dramatic scene with him as he’s dying. He gets to be a real hero whose actions had bigger impacts than killing a few bats out of thousands.

Plus, with our main emotional death happening outside the Upsidedown, caused by an angry white kid with a gun and not a supernatural monster, we get the commentary that ordinary violence is as real and terrifying as these scary monsters. (Ala Buffy season 6 anyone?) Also Jason’s villain arc comes to a head. I think it’s also important to show how dangerous guns are in a show like this and that they’re not just cool monster fighting toys.

Jason does not simply die quietly off in the background. We frame him as the dangerous monster that he is and give Eddie some vindication by having him arrested (maybe even blamed for the other murders as well, thereby clearing Eddie’s name). The is revealed later via the news reel. In the moment, either they manage to subdue him or he just runs after the reality of killing someone sets in.

Mad Max

Ok, now about Max. We are not turning her story into one where she loses to the monster (depression) just as she is starting to heal and get help. This doesn’t work specifically because Max’s ending in canon really undercuts the powerful scene in episode 4 where she chooses to fight for her own life and wins because her friends love her. It undercuts all the progress she’s made coming back from that trauma and it sends a pretty shitty message about mental health and to anyone who identifies with her.

Instead, we amp up her fight scene a little so that her happy memories are actually used in a way that explores her character and continues her arc of healing. As she runs and distracts Vecna, we see her coming back to her true self, remembering who she is and what she has to live for.

It still gets pretty dicey. El shows up and we proceed as in canon for awhile. Max has found her core and puts up a good fight, but the music, her doorway out, is gone. She levitates, Lucas (and us) are terrified, her arm breaks, we’re all freaking out here.

But Max is stronger now and she holds onto that core of who she is and keeps pushing him away. She has El and Lucas and Erica and she’s not an easy target.

Surfer Boys + El (part 2)

Meanwhile, while El is struggling, it is not just hearing her boyfriend’s voice that gives her strength. Instead of just telling Mike to monologue, Will starts talking to El himself. It’s a clambering combination of Mike and Will and Jonathan (and even Argyle) telling her to fight, telling her she’s strong with and without her powers, telling her they’re with her. Maybe we even get a Jonathan Byers pep talk for El, a little window into how he’s adjusted to being her big brother too these last few months. It’s all of them together that help El fight, help her find her own inner strength.

And Mike still says he loves her. He gets caught up in the moment, rambling, doing his best to hang on to their relationship because he wants to be straight and he wants to be in love with her and he doesn’t want to lose her. And he still says that Thing about how his life started the day they found her. And this all gets Vecna’s attention.

He can hear them. And he recognizes Will. He can sense him now, a radiating presence in Hawkins, right by El, rife with pain and doubt and isolation. Someone Vecna already knows inside and out, has a bond with. And this is his opening. He gives up on Max and switches to Will.

In the restaurant (maybe Benny’s), Will has gone still and quiet. They don’t notice right away because they’re focused on El. But Will hears the chiming of the clock, and suddenly Will is there, in the ruins of the house with Max and El, and Vecna starts in on him.

Max, no longer in his thrall, wakes up in Lucas’s arms. She has a broken arm, but otherwise is ok. But she tells him she thinks Will is in real trouble.

Meanwhile, Vecna overwhelms Will. It’s easy. He plays Will’s own words about being a mistake back to him. El tries to help him. She tells him to think of something happy. She blasts Vecna. In the restaurant, she’s screaming Will’s name, and they’ve noticed. Jonathan is frantically trying to wake Will up (parallel to Joyce in S2)

Will

Will thinks about his friends, but Vecna corrupts that with memories of his friends ignoring him, his own isolation. He thinks about Jonathan. The words Jonathan just said to him. But Vecna drowns it out, with all the fears and doubts a gay kid in the 80′s would have. That a lot of gay kids today still have. And then he plays Mike’s line back to him. He tells him Mike will never love him. No one will ever love him. He shows him every painful scene Will and Mike have ever had. Will levitates to the restaurant ceiling. His bones start snapping.

El does her best to stop him. They fight. She says something like HE IS MY BROTHER. NO. Eventually, as in cannon, they stop him. The combined efforts of the Russia crew and the monster fighters in the Upsidedown take him out.

Will falls. Jonathan breaks his fall, has him in his arms. El comes out of her trance and she and Mike crowd in close. Will is like Max in canon. Not completely vecnaed, but in very bad shape. Paralleling Joyce in season one, Jonathan is holding him and telling him to breathe and that he loves him and he’s going to be okay. (The song that played in s1 when Will was ‘dying’ and also played while Max was dying plays over Will again)

The bell tolls, the earthquake happens. Max and her group know Will or El must have died. El has the same reaction, saying that Will cannot die and pumps his heart for him with her powers while Argyle is getting an ambulance there. Will has Max’s fate of being comatose.

Why this works for Will when it didn’t for Max: Will’s arc has been entirely repressing and hiding his trauma. All of it, not just the gay stuff. He hasn’t confronted or processed anything, so this is round one that will force him to confront it. He hasn’t started healing and then gone backwards. There’s a more concrete promise that this is not the end.

It also plays into sooooo many parallels that Max’s situation doesn’t. One of Will’s central functions is being missing. Him being physically present but mentally gone is a nice symmetrical flip to what we had in s1 and will bring up old tensions in a new way. Joyce was gone when this happened. Jonathan was in charge when this happened, etc. S1 ends with Will in the hospital waking up and everyone being happy. S4 ending with him in the hospital and not waking up drives home that point that ‘this time it won’t all work out’ with even more poignancy than Max’s.

This also gives new meaning to ‘running up that hill’ as Will has essentially swapped places with Max. And it serves as a plot twist right when we need one. We were worried about Max, but she’s not the one we should’ve been worrying about.

It sets up s5 so well. Joyce will be back on her ‘my son is not dead’ juice, which is peak Joyce. Fighting to save her kids’ lives. Insisting on things that sound crazy (although hopefully they all just believe her this time when she’s like I can hear him etc.) It will give Mike the time, space, and motivation to sort out his own feelings as he remembers what losing Will felt like and how much he needs him in his life. He’ll probably feel a lot of guilt for pushing Will away and saying that thing he said. He and Max could bond over those feelings. It will also set us up for an entire season of Will fighting his demons and then finally finally gaining the agency he has never had in this show from day one.

The show started with his vanishing. It would be poetic to end on his reappearance. On him beating the thing that has haunted him. Bring things full circle.

Anyway, this is how I would’ve done it and no I’m not taking notes.

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lemon-boy-stan · 2 years

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"CLOSE CALLS"

summary: after steve almost dies, you can't sleep. seeking your best friend's comfort, you go to the room he's in, and when feelings are shared, one thing leads to another. genre: angst, fluff. warnings: season four spoilers, swearing. pairing: steve harrington x reader.

The night before going back into the Upside Down, you stayed at Nancy's house; because it was the biggest and because Holly and her parents were on a three-day trip.

There were only two guest bedrooms, so the kids had to share Mike's bedroom, Lucas and Dustin with sleeping bags and Max on the bed. Robin slept with Nancy and Eddie was the first to call dibs, sleeping in Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler's room.

So that left the two guest rooms for you and Steve; though you really wished you'd been forced to double up with him, because you had no chance falling asleep alone. Especially not after watching Steve almost die saving your life.

It was almost two o'clock now and you were still wide awake, terrified of sleeping. Not that keeping away helped. The room was dark, and everywhere you looked you kept seeing flashes of your best friend's near-death.

Steve was wrestling with five our four vines by them time you got to him, stuck to the floor. They wrapped around his body, his arms, his legs, and then around his neck. The bats flew from the sky, darting at Steve, snapping and snarling at his showing skin, ripping gashes deep into his chest. Steve moaned out in pain, blood pouring from his mouth in coughs as he tried to grip the vine, wrestling with it. Steve let out a sob, "Y/N."

You ran before the others could stop you, hacking at the vines with your knife. Each time they were cut, the vines wilted like flowers, but the meat was rough and hard. You didn't care, though. You had to save him, had to. He was your best friend. You couldn't go on without him. If he died because of you...

You jolted awake, tears in your eyes, sweat down your neck, your breaths unnaturally fast. You looked down at your blanket-covered body, when had you fallen asleep? You shook your head, gripping the doona before pulling it all the way down. You weren't going to be able to get any more sleep without waking up again; you needed a walk, a glass of water. You needed... Steve?

What the fuck? Since when did you think so much about Steve Harrington that you needed him to fall alseep? He was your best friend. And he almost died!, said the voice in your head, he almost died and so you need closure! Just go see if he's awake. Remember all those late-night talks you used to have with him in middle-school?

This is such a bad idea, you thought to yourself, before walking out and standing outside the door next to your room. The light was on inside, and you swore you heard shuffling, but you knew Steve Liked his sleep.... So you knocked softly on the door, "Stevie?" whispering the old nickname you knew he hated but you could never stop using it; you had an emotional attachment to it, it made you feel safe, and you knew he secretly liked it.

There was more shuffling, and a soft grunt before the door opened. He was using his left hand to lean against the wall, the other by his hip. "Hey," he spoke tiredly, and instantly you felt guilty.

"I'm sorry," you looked away, "I didn't know you were sleeping." Steve shook his head, "no. Well I mean I was, but this guy was itching." but also, said Steve to himself, I was awake the whole night and I kept hearing you crying. Are you okay?

But he didn't say that. Instead, he grinned and pointed to the makeshift bandage and it was only then when you realised he wasn't wearing a shirt. You didn't care, though. You were just glad he was alive. Steve frowned, "are you okay? You seem upset." and you opened your mouth before biting your lip and shaking your head. "No," your voice was only a little shaky, "I'm okay. I'm good. Besides, I don't want to trouble you about it."

Steve gave you one of his looks, "going back to your room without telling me is going to make me more troubled about it." and you hadn't noticed when you'd moved closer to him, but you dipped your head into his chest and choked softly, the words tumbling out in wet sobs. "I can't sleep and you almost died."

Steve sighed heavily, wrapping his arms around you. "I couldn't sleep either," he said after a while, "I kept thinking about what would've happened if | didn't save you." you were still crying as you sniffed into his chest, "you wouldn't have almost died," the guilt pouring out of you.

Steve shook his head, placing his lips on yours softly. He was fairly taller than you, and he always did it to calm you down. "But I didn't. I'm right here, I'm okay, baby." baby. That was a new nickname, and you didn't know what it meant, but it made you feel safe. He picked you up gently from the floor, "come on. You can sleep in here tonight. Don't cry anymore, baby. I love you." and your heart stopped. You stared at him as Steve put you back down.

His name came out in a quiet stutter, "Steve?" the tears still shining on your face, you were afriad you were going to cry more. You were sure you'd heard wrong. He was your best friend. "What did you just say?" you hated asking. Steve gave you a soft, almost sad smile," love you." your breath hitched in your throat as you forced your tears back; they fell anyway, "I love you too." he kissed the top of your head and you kissed the collar of his shirt because that was the part of him you could reach without standing on your tiptoes.

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They'd done it, Vecna was dead.

His burnt corpse was the only thing that was keeping Steve sane until he was able to get back and check everyone was ok. Max had radioed them while they were on their way back to the trailer, broken arm but no other injuries for their team. Steve was a little worried Eddie and Dustin hadn't radioed but they'd seem them in minute, he's sure those dorks were just jumping around celebrating or Dustin had forgotten spare batteries.

The thought of the boys celebrating cracked a small smile on his face, he'd been worried about leaving Dustin but he knew Eddie would look after him no matter what. He hoped Eddie and him could continue whatever they'd started the last couple of days, he had found himself smiling around the metalhead despite the danger surrounding them.

He saw some bats laying around the trailer, presumably dead once their master had died. The door to the trailer was closed, a good sign the boys had gotten inside safely. What was inside however, was anything but safe.

The door had been hard to push open, corpses of bats behind it, the first bad sign. The second was the strong metallic smell in the air, and there on the ground was Eddie.

"Eddie, hey hey Eddie look at me what happened."

Eddie was barely breathing and his eyes didn't quite look at Steve's as he tried to put pressure on the impossible amount of wounds. He coughed, blood spilling passed his lips.

"Stupid vents, bats, Dustin in bedroom, safe."

"Good, good you looked after him yeah Eddie you did so good ok so good."

Eddie was fading fast, Steve kissed his forehead softly as his body went still. The grief too strong to process now, his only priority was getting to Dustin behind the door. Holding back tears, Steve and the girls moved Eddie away from his bedroom door, moving on autopilot.

"Dustin? Are you ok were coming in, just, just don't look out here ok."

Steve slowly pushed open the door, the silence in the trailer caused a deep dread to pool in his stomach.

"No, no no no no no Dustin!"

Curled against the wall, still and covered in blood was Dustin, dead. A pile of dead bats around him and under a second vent. Eddie had died protecting nothing. Steve's kid was dead and he hadn't been here to protect him.

"You die, I die."

Dustin was right, since Steve felt like he'd died alongside his kid, his brother, his son, his Dustin. Robin could do nothing for her soulmate than hold him as gutwrencing sobs shook Steve and cut through the silence of the trailer.

Eventually she'd have to pull him away, they'd have to take their fallen friends bodies through the portal, they'd have to radio the kids, they'd have to tell them what happened. Steve would have to tell Claudia, have to tell Wayne. What would he say, he couldn't tell them they had died saving the town they'd always be some unknown murderer's victim.

They'd have to do a lot of things, but for now, for now they could cry.

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Darkness At The Heart Of My Love, Chapter 2 | Kas!Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: Eddie struggles with a new discovery, torn between the urges of the heart, and the urges of his body.

Warnings: 18+ for blood, mild gore/animal death, feelings of hopelessness, and desperation, swearing, biting, fangs, anxiety, lil bit of blood drinking, female reader, possible season 5 theory spoilers? Kissing, make-outs - let me know if i forgot anything!!

Words: 13k+ - she's a long one

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Chapter song: Darkness At The Heart Of My Love - Ghost

*~”When the summer dies

Severing the ties

I'm with you always, always”~*

Eddie Munson was no stranger to pain.

It had been a companion since he was a child, when his father’s fists would rain down on him, punctuated by vile words that wormed under his skin and stayed hooked in the back of his mind forever.

He knew many kinds of pain.

The verbal pain from that man who was supposed to protect him, the sniggered remarks and disgusted comments by the other kids that he walked past in the hallways.

“Look at him. Eddie the freak.”

“Is it true that he has a cult? Who’d wanna follow him? Weirdos, that’s who. Maybe they’re only there for the drugs.”

There were the other kinds of physical pain, at the hands of his classmates as they cornered him after school. He’d long since given up fighting back, realising quickly if he gave in, they’d eventually get bored and leave him there. He could pick himself up, limp home and get rid of the blood before it stained his beloved jacket, and his uncle could question it.

But this was… different.

This was pain mixed with terror, mixed with longing and the petrifying realisation that this was it. The end. This wasn’t a critical hit that meant you were gone just for the campaign, this was final.

The agonising bites of those foul bats, the stench of their breath as they swarmed him… but it was okay, because he was doing his job. Right?

He was being the distraction. He was drawing them away so they wouldn’t come for you all. Just as he was meant to.

Eddie the Banished wasn’t retreating. He ran to the danger and… Was he finally a hero? He hoped he was.

He pretended not to care that he was seen as someone who ran, that it didn’t bother him but… not so deep down, he just wanted to be seen as something good for once.

Someone worth remembering.

So this pain, he could deal with. He was already starting to go numb anyway.

But then he heard footsteps.

Then he heard voices screaming his name.

Dustin’s voice.

Your voice.

He’d been too weak to be able to lift his head, his body burning like he’d been doused in kerosene, but at the same time he felt so cold. And it was agonising because he wanted to see you, to comfort you, to tell you it was okay and that he’d saved you.

And you’d promised, you’d promised you wouldn’t come back for him, that you’d get yourself safe.

But… God, he knew. He knew you wouldn’t keep it and selfishly, cruelly... He hoped you wouldn’t.

And that was the vilest thing he’d ever thought, but Eddie was selfish when it came to you. He would do anything for you, no matter the consequences and he didn’t want to leave this world without you at his side. He didn’t want to leave you alone, like he always had been.

Then you were suddenly at his side, your hands frantically pushing at his clothes, his skin, icy cold fingers pushing at his neck, and he heard your broken sob when his heart flickered only weakly in response.

The blurriness cleared from his vision, granting him the sight of your beautiful, precious face twisted on terror and agony.

Your eyes held the vicious truth that not everyone was making it out of here.

That he’d broken his promise to never leave your side and to always be there to make you smile.

And then he was fucking terrified, and it hurt like nothing else he’d ever felt before.

Eddie Munson was going to break his promise and tear your heart out in the process.

He was hurting you, and he swore he would never do that. Never be his father, never be like those vile exes you’d been with.

And here he was, fucking up again.

Not to mention how the tears on your face sharpened his mind with a sickening clarity that left his rasping lungs even more breathless - he was going to die.

He was going to die and he didn’t want to.

Maybe he had before, maybe there was a time where this would have been a welcome reprieve, an escape from pretending nothing got to him but then he’d met you and that had all changed.

Now Eddie wanted that future he’d never thought he’d get. He wanted late night movie marathons and scaring each other with Ghostface masks.

He wanted sleepy mornings where neither of you wanted to get out of bed and instead stayed there all day.

He wanted to get down on one knee, propose with a ring he couldn’t afford but you deserved, and he wanted to make you happy.

He wanted to be happy.

He wanted to learn you, more than he already knew, the little quirks you’d develop, and he’d adore with every year that went by.

Eddie wanted a future with you, the one person he loved more than anything in this planet, in this universe… and he wasn’t going to get it.

He was going to leave you, alone, scared, grieving… And he wasn’t going to be there to comfort you.

And that hurt more than his torn flesh, his broken bones and the promises bleeding out of his body, through your fingers and onto dusty floor.

“Don’t you dare leave me, Eddie. I won’t let you.” Your hands clung to him, cradling his head in your arms as Dustin’s face swam into view on his other side, supporting his body too.

He wouldn’t get to tell you every day how much he loved you and watch your eyes soften, that soft, beautiful colour rise on your cheeks like it was the first time he uttered those words even though it was more like the millionth.

Yet the thought of you mourning him, of plunging into darkness and being swallowed whole… Fuck, that hurt more than the gouges on his body, the blood and life seeping out of him. You burned so brightly, so fiercely and he couldn’t bear the idea of that light going out.

He wanted you to be happy. And he wouldn’t be able to give you that gift himself, but he wanted it for you all the same.

Eddie tried to lift a hand to your face, but he couldn’t seem to get his limbs to work. They wouldn’t respond, just numb fire attached to his body. But somehow, he could reach your hand, through sheer force of will he moved his own a few inches across his torso - it petrified him that the blood helped that action, “Don’t lose yourself for me, sweetheart. Don’t throw your life away for me. Remember that I love you, fuck, I love you so much and I won’t ever forget any of this, from the moment I met you and you made me realise the real world wasn’t so shitty. Remember that, and promise me that you’ll try and be happy, that you’ll live all those dreams we talked about.”

He watched as the realisation bloomed in your eyes, the knowledge that out of the three of you here, only two would make it back alive. Then he watched as sheer stubbornness and refusal tightened your features, tears flooding your skin, “Eddie…” You parted your lips, the lips he’d kissed and caressed and dreamt about so many times.

He blinked rapidly, tears spilling from his own eyes and doing nothing to help the blurriness rapidly filling his vision, the shadowy darkness lingering at the edges. He could feel every struggling beat of his heart, like a ticking countdown in his chest.

But he didn’t want to scare you, not any more than you already were, so he merely gripped your hand as tight as he possibly could, knowing he was coating your fingers in blood, but this was important. He had to know you’d be okay eventually, that you’d find happiness somewhere at least. “Please, sweetheart…”

The devastation shattered over your face, and he saw the cracks beginning to form already, almost swore he heard your heart break as his own slowed to a near crawl, “Okay, I promise.” A sob broke your throat, fresh tears flossing your cheeks and you gripped him tighter to your body, Dustin pressed close to your side to help support him.

He turned his gaze to Dustin now, the boys’ wild curls a blurring mass against the dark sky, “I love you, man.” The kid had to know that, how much he meant to Eddie, the fact he was the only other person, aside from you, who saw him as… Eddie. Not the Freak. Not the weirdo, or the murderer. Eddie.

Dustin sobbed too, his face all torn up in grief, eyes shining with the force of his tears, and he tried a smile, “I love you too.” His boyish face seemed so young, so lost and it killed Eddie to see him like that, to know he was the reason why.

Eddie looked between his eyes, well, where he thought Dustin’s eyes were. “You gotta take care of all those lost sheep, okay? They need you now.” He nodded once to Dustin… or maybe he just thought he did. He couldn’t really feel his body anymore.

When Dustin nodded quickly in response, too overcome to speak, Eddie finally looked back at you. And Eddie didn’t believe in angels, but the second his eyes landed on you, the blurriness cleared. The scarlet lightning merely framed you like a halo, the blood and dirt on your face merely marking you as his warrior, his fierce soulmate who would - and had - literally fought through Hell to get to the people she loved.

Even the tears streaming from his eyes couldn’t disturb the clarity of you, and it was a sight that bought him peace.

He summoned one final ounce of strength, one final strong pulse of his heart to push his guitar pick into your hand, curling your bloody fingers around it, “Take care of my sweetheart, sweetheart. She’s yours now. I love you, more than anything. Thank you for making me feel like a hero. Your hero.” He gave you one final smile, eyes locked on yours before someone cut that cord and darkness plunged down. His body fell through time and space, dragging his consciousness down too and his hand slipped from yours. That manic, vibrant energy he crackled with had finally gone out.

Eddie Munson was gone.

*~”Will you walk the line?

My path serpentine

Remember always

That love is all you need

Tell me who you wanna be

And I will set you free”~*

Eddie Munson was gone… Except that then he wasn’t.

At least he didn’t think he was.

Because the last thing he expected when the world faded to black, was to wake up in the Upside Down, kneeling in a pool of blood that was rapidly growing with every second.

Except that it wasn’t his blood.

No, it was the thick, black blood of the bat squealing in his hands, it’s dying cries getting weaker and weaker by the second as Eddie’s fangs drained the life from him, like some sick reversal of what had previously happened.

Wait, fangs?!

He dropped the bat, scrambling backwards in the dirt and his stomach roiled, raging like a storm and then he was heaving, pints of that tainted blood spilling from his lips as his mind rejected what his body craved.

Panic flooded every sense, raging loud in his ears, ears which he was certain could hear the squelching ripple of vines far away, permeating his nose with the rotten stench of the place and the even more pungent smell of the bat.

He could feel thick blood coating his hands, ducking his head to look but the world swirled under and over him, that simple movement sending shockwaves through his head, and he collapsed sideways without being able to stop it.

Everything was dialled up to a million, the dim light hammering into his eyes, too many sounds, like his own breathing and his own heart too loud in his ears. He clutched his head, smearing blood all over himself but he didn’t care, couldn’t care because he had no idea what was happening to him.

He was dead. He was supposed to be gone. So how was he back?

Did he seriously manage to fuck up again? He couldn’t even do this right?

It took Eddie a moment to realise the fresh heat on his cheeks came from the tears streaming from his eyes, relentless as he curled into a tighter balm despite the bone deep ache in every part of his body.

His stomach hurt, and his legs… God, his legs were in pure agony.

And his throat, it felt like someone had doused it in kerosene and lit a match. It burned, feeling drier than that time he’d gotten way too high, fallen asleep without drinking anything, and woke up with his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

But you’d been there, emerging from where Wayne had let you in with the biggest glass of water, painkillers and the Lord of The Rings to read to him whilst you nursed him back to health, your hand weaving through his curls and gently rubbing away the headache.

You always took care, even when you were hungover yourself. You’d just curl up together until you felt human enough to find food.

A different kind of pain splintered his chest this time as he remembered your face, how utterly broken you’d looked the last time he’d been coherent. How broken.

He’d done that to you. Made you hurt like that, breaking the promise he made when you first got together.

Guilt plunged through the fear and panic in his mind, choking him and turning the iron taste of blood into something metallic, something horrible.

He whimpered, curling in deeper on himself and he bit at his lower lip, a habit he’d always adopted to bring himself out of bad memories, the pain clearing his mind.

Except where he was usually met with the blunt drag of his teeth, he was now met with a sharp sting and blood. His blood this time.

Impossible… right?

Eddie lifted a shaking hand from his head, slowly bringing it to his mouth and he hesitated for a second, before gently probing his teeth with his thumb.

Yep.

There they were.

Fangs.

Fucking fangs.

What in the Jesus H Christ was going on? He was a vampire? Vampires didn’t exist. Vampires were a fairy-tale, mixed in with horror films and D&D, they didn’t appear in real life.

Eddie blinked a few times, staring unseeingly at the sideways wasteland around him, continually prodding his teeth with his thumb, trying to make sense of this change, this perversion of himself.

Because, despite the utter wrongness of this whole thing, that voice in the back of his head was challenging him.

Why couldn’t they be real?

Vecna was real for God’s sake. The Upside Down was a whole ugly thing, there were vampire bats, so why couldn’t there be actual vampires?

And of course it would happen to him.

Eddie laughed coldly, his throat wrecked and dry, those tears falling harder at the bitter irony of it all. As if he weren’t a freak enough already. Now he had to go and become a vampire.

He couldn’t even die right.

What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

He answered that for himself, merely curling up tighter into a ball and letting the barrage of thoughts and emotion wash over him, too tired and too sick of himself to even get up.

So he didn’t.

It was thirst that eventually drove Eddie to his feet days later. At least he thought it might have been days. It could have been hours. He really didn’t know… Or care.

Like he was at the mercy of a puppet masters hands, he was dragged out of his defensive position, body screaming in agony, and he began stumbling through the ruined version of home, driven by the horrendous searing burn in his throat.

He didn’t want to do this.

He didn’t want to have to sink his fangs into another living things body and drain it dry. The whole concept of it was just so fucked up, so wrong and he still couldn’t wrap his head around it.

But that was a train of thought he couldn’t go down, because if he did, he would end up on the floor again.

Or driving a stake through his heart. If that even worked.

Eddie shook his head, his curls all tangled and matted with blood and who knows what else. He wrapped his arms around himself, as tight as he could as he wandered into the main part of town, the buildings still just as desolate and terrifying as always.

In a way, he supposed it was ironic that he had been banished to the fucked-up, alternate dimension of his own home. Away from his friends, from his uncle, from the girl he loved more than anything…

He really had tried, to change the way people thought about him. To help them see that he wasn’t this scary, rough metalhead with a drug addiction that ran a cult.

Sure, he was never going to change the rumour-mill of a high school in a small town but his whole life, he’d just wanted friends. Friends who loved him, who appreciated his quirks and his interests and accepted him for every part of himself, even the fucked-up bits. And he’d finally got that. He had a group of friends that loved him.

And this place, that monster had taken it from him once again.

Suddenly, there was a shift in the air. A change in the stale atmosphere he could breathe in all too easily now. He wasn’t sure how to describe the change, just that there was a sudden heat in the air, a heady aroma of something that fuelled the ache in his throat and made his teeth prickle.

And Eddie might have been a newly fledged bloodsucker, but even he knew what that meant.

Blood. There was fresh blood somewhere in this dead wasteland.

But that should be impossible. There shouldn’t be any fresh blood in the Upside Down.

Some kind of instinct took over, and his feet were carrying him further down the street, silently and smooth, far more evenly paced than he usually walked. He blended in with the shadows, slinking through them like a phantom, around corners and houses that he was so familiar with despite the fact they were dark reflection of above, until he heard footsteps crunching on gravel.

The dead air was suddenly filled with the soft scent of apple and cedarwood, warm and comforting.

A scent he didn’t realise he was that so familiar with until now, one that reminded him of funfairs and summer nights.

A flash of carefully styled brunette hair that glinted gold beneath the red lightning, a slightly dirty yellow sweater which shone like a small beacon in the dark, faded jeans and familiar white trainers with red ticks.

Harrington?

Steve Harrington was in the Upside Down.

Eddie froze, hidden behind the broad trunk of an oak tree, eyes easily tracking Steve in the gloom as he carefully walked down the street, head sweeping from side to side like he was looking for someone.

Were you here…?

Hope flooded his system, battling the bloodlust for a moment and he nearly plunged headlong across the dead grass to shake Steve’s shoulders and ask if you were behind him, to see you emerging from some corner with that determined expression that always softened whenever you looked at him.

Eddie took a step out of the tree, his feet crunching on the bracken and sounding way too loud in the graveyard of the town.

Steve’s head snapped in Eddie’s direction, hand flexing around the beloved bat grasped at his side and he raised it slightly, defensively. “Who’s there?” His voice was hard and unwavering, as always when facing danger. He might have been scared internally, but he never backed down.

Eddie had heard all about how Steve saved the kids from the Russians, the way he’d battled the Demogorgon with no hesitation, always willing to throw his own life on the line, just to save his friends.

It was something you and Steve shared. And it was something Eddie loved and admired in the pair of you.

Eddie was a single step away from stepping out of the tree, of running to his friend and near sobbing in relief that he wasn’t alone anymore, when his jaw twinged painfully, a sharp ache bursting through his skull and then he tasted blood on his lower lip.

Every sense magnified even more, trebling in strength so all he could hear was the frantic thump-thump-thump of Steve’s heart.

The barest of dry breezes shifted, like a cruel act of fate and that apple and cedarwood scent was suddenly permeated with the rich, irony scent of blood.

Steve’s blood.

It was Steve’s blood lengthening Eddie’s fangs, the beat of his heart making his throat ache for hot, fresh blood to quench it.

His friend.

He was thinking about hurting his friend, of sinking his fangs right where Steve’s heart pounded strong and sure, of swallowing mouthfuls and mouthfuls of blood. Blood that some instinct told him would taste like those summer evenings and candyfloss, like the balmy air that caressed your skin when you stepped outside.

This was Steve, and Eddie was thinking about eating him.

Disgust mingled with the hunger, the starvation, and he stumbled backwards, shrinking into the shadows as if the shroud of darkness might dampen this insane hunger.

It did little of the sort, but the distance was a good thing, and maybe he needed more of it, even if they idea pained him.

Because he knew, if he walked out there, if he explained what was happening… Steve would let him. He would let Eddie take that blood, and then he would bring him home, to you.

But if he did, he wouldn’t stop.

Meanwhile, Steve had been scanning his surroundings, evidently not spotting Eddie and he dropped the bat with a sigh. His hand shifted restless through his hair, throat bobbing on a swallow and he mumbled, “Dammit, Munson. You were supposed to be here.”

That caught Eddie’s attention, ears pricking with this new-found sensitivity, and he waited, listening.

Steve looked around one final time, fingers still reflexively tightening and loosening on the bat, “I was supposed to be able to bring you home at least, so she could say goodbye.” He shook his head, casting a final sideways glance to the darkness then he turned, seemingly beginning to head back the way he came.

As the hazy red light danced over his clothes, Eddie noticed the slight dampness to them, the water clinging to the cuffs of his jeans.

Water?

Eddie racked his brain, the memories of before still a little hazy through the bloodlust but then the synapses fired, and it clicked.

Watergate.

Obviously whatever tremors had shaken the world above hadn’t destroyed all of the gates, maybe they’d just… opened them.

Maybe there was a way out.

A way Eddie could be free of this damn place.

Steve was already moving, his mumbles carrying over to Eddie, “- shouldn’t have left you here, I should have helped her bring you home. That was a real dick move, and I’ve regretted it every day since.”

Eddie was speechless, as he slowly followed Steve at a distance, sticking to the darker areas on silent feet.

He regretted leaving Eddie here? He… thought about it?

Even with your devoted, beautiful love, he still wasn’t used to people actually caring. There was still a small part of his brain that told him he wasn’t worth saving, wasn’t a thought on people’s minds and yet… Here this was.

Steve unknowingly led him across town, back through the sparse forests where it became harder to stay hidden, and Eddie had to take to pausing behind thicker tree trunks every now and then. His words still followed him, sending a jolt through his heart each time.

Until he heard the next thing.

The thing that made every cell in his changing body grow icy cold.

“I really wish you were still here, man. I don’t know how to help her. I don’t know how to save her.” A wrecked sigh from Steve as he kicked absently at a rock, “She’s slipping out of my hands every single day, more and more and the only thing that’s going to save her is you and I can’t give that to her.”

A panic seized Eddie’s heart in its clawed grip, twisting and reminding him how useless he was down here, how pointless his promise had been.

You were struggling and you were in pain, and it was all because of him. And he didn’t know how to help you, without hurting you. Without scaring you when he explained that… That what?

That he was a vampire?

That he was just having thoughts about sinking his teeth into one of your best friends’ throats?

Eddie made a noise of disgust at himself, focusing back on Steve, swallowing any nugget of information he could, all the while fighting those urges and the dark, velvet voice in his head telling him to take a bite.

Steve stood at the edge of Lovers Lake, watching the dry, cracked bed where the water should be. “I’m losing her, Eddie. And I can’t bring her back from this. I’m sorry, man. I promised you I would help her be happy, and instead I’m losing her.” He inhaled sharply, shaking his head once more, “I’m not letting it happen. I’m not going to let her go. I promised you I’d take care of her, and I’ll do it, even if she hates me for it.” With that, Steve stalked across the parched ground with renewed purpose, pausing at the pulsating gate. He seemed to be debating whether to say something or not, despite not realising the ears that were taking this all in with shocked silence, “I miss you too. Not just for her, or Dustin… But for me.” Steve swallowed once, and then he was gone, back through Watergate and back through to the world above.

Eddie gave him about fifteen minutes, the longest fifteen minutes of his life before moving to the gate quicker than he intended. Everything turned into a blur around him, like these instincts sensed his urgency to get home, to save you, to pull you back from the darkness he had caused.

He stumbled over his feet a little as the blood rushed back into his head, but he wasted no time in somewhat ungracefully diving through the gate.

But instead of water washing over his vision, it was heavy oblivion crowding into his mind and swallowing him whole, the sense of something other waking up.

*~There's a darkness at the heart of my love That runs cold, runs deep The darkness at the heart of my love For you~*

For the second time in however many hours, Eddie woke up covered in blood that wasn’t his own.

This time, he was laying on his back, surrounded by the shifting whisper of… tree branches, apparently.

He shot upright, hair flying round his face with his frantic absorption of his surroundings, realising he was lying in the middle of the forest floor, twigs and damp earth leeching cold through his clothes, his filthy t-shirt now stiff with even more blood. Fresh blood.

Eddie flinched, and the shock of seeing the fresh scarlet mess over his clothes made him realise something. His throat wasn’t dry anymore.

He was covered in blood. Again.

And he not only liked it, but he couldn’t remember how it had happened.

Where the fuck had the time gone?

Why couldn’t he remember?

And why didn’t he know what – or who – the blood belonged to?

“Shit, shit, shit.” He scrambled to his feet, rubbing at the blood like it would go away, but it just spread further, coating his hands like paint, and only increasing the tangy smell wafting around his head, “No, no!!” He whimpered, dropping back to the ground to wipe at the leaves and bracken, doing anything to stop this feeling clinging to his skin.

Oh stop panicking, this is who you are now. Get over it and embrace it.

Eddie froze, looking around quickly, “Who’s there?!” he ignored the way his voice cracked in fear, tears welling to his eyes again, but he refused to let them fall.

He was so sick of crying.

Safe. Get somewhere safe. Away from this.

He bolted back to his feet for a final time, moving on instinct whilst his mind struggled to keep up with all of this.

There were no bodies nearby, no one screaming in fear so that was… Good, right?

Right?

There was no way he could have hurt someone; he didn’t have that in him.

Hell, he’d barely ever fought back when Billy or Jason had beat on him, just sat there, and took it, let them hurt him and he never raised a fist in self-defence.

Why would he? People already thought he was a dangerous monster, so if taking the beatings meant he wouldn’t fuel that thought, he’d let his skin split and his bones break.

Right.

So, there was no possible way the blood belonged to a person. Even with the time loss, even with this… vampire-ness, he just couldn’t.

And he kept telling himself that.

Over and over, as his feet carried him out of the forest, down the quiet streets to one house in particular that always been a safe haven.

The porch with its fairy lights wrapped around the beams, the pumpkins set out for the holidays, the door mat that welcomed in every single guest.

And if he moved round the back of the house, he’d be able to pick out the window right by the apple tree, the one with the suncatcher he’d bought for you hanging in the window, so it could throw rainbows over the dark, welcoming walls of your room.

Except… He couldn’t go in.

Not just because he was meant to be dead.

Not just because he was too scared for you to see him like this.

Not just because he was a vampire.

But because on his way out of the forest, he’d tripped over something on the ground.

Something that showed evidence of being mauled by a creature out of its mind, starved, out of control. Multiple twin piercings of teeth all over its bloody neck, an antler broken in the struggle.

He hadn’t even made it a foot away before he heaved, vomiting up scarlet blood that tasted like game and iron, tears flooding his cheeks in utter disgust and heartbreak at what he’d done.

How dare he go up there after doing that?

If he could do that to such a beautiful creature, maybe he did have it in him to hurt someone, to hurt you.

Maybe he was a monster after all.

~* Now paint a pair of eyes And let's watch as it dries Remember always, that love is all you need Tell me who you wanna be And I will set you free *~

Eddie kept himself hidden, kept himself away from you for a total of five days.

Five days he spent hiding in the boathouse during the day, avoiding the sun which made his eyes hurt and his head spear with flashes of pain.

Five days he spent stealing things from campsites, forcing himself to eat regular food, food he used to love… Only for it to make his stomach roil until it came back up.

Five days he spent watching for the moment the sky slipped behind the clouds and he could sneak across town to your house, climbing the tree in your back garden with a grace he’d never really possessed.

He’d sit in that tree, perched on a thick branch, hidden in the darkness as you fought one of your own.

It was his own personal Hell, watching you do everything you could to avoid sleep, watching you toss and turn until you screamed yourself awake ,the sound so potent and clear in Eddie’s ears that it felt like a knife to the chest. Or teeth.

Every night he undertook his vigil, he got a little angrier, a little sadder, and a lot more guilt-ridden.

Angry, because Steve had promised he would look after you. And he knew it wasn’t all Steve’s fault, but you were barely clinging to this side of the living and Steve had promised.

That primal shadow lurking in his mind snarled at the thought, at the prospect of you not being taken care of and slipping away before his very eyes.

But it was the idea of going in there, of breathing in your midnight rain and starry sky scent and losing control. The thought of being unable to stop his fangs from tearing through your throat like butter, of hurting you when you were already in so much pain…

Go to her. Save her. Show her you’re alive and protect her from all these assholes who don’t seem to care.

Eddie grunted, poised in that same tree now, watching the dim glow of your phone through the window, “I’m not going over there. I can’t. I can’t risk hurting her.”

Yeah. That shadow apparently had a voice. It was his voice - since who else would be living in his head? – only deeper, bassier in every sense from the tone of the words to the urges and emotion it stoked within him.

You’re weak. You sit there and blame yourself, yet you’re causing her more pain by ending her suffering. Steve was meant to take care of her, and he didn’t. Look at her. Look what happened because you weren’t there.

Eddie gritted his teeth, feeling a prickle run through his jaw, like an itch and he reached a hand up to rub at the side of his face, “Fuck off. They tried their best, okay? Steve already feels bad enough, and he is looking after her. Stop being an asshole.”

He never thought he’d see the day where he was having a full on, verbal conversation with himself, but then again, he never thought he’d see the day where he was eaten by bats and then turned into a vampire, so.

The moon hung heavy for a few more hours, until it began to be chased by the very first brushes of sunlight.

You’d long since woken up, with a cry of pain and Eddie had sat there far longer than usual, watching as you physically dragged yourself from your bed and got ready for school, all the while the tree branch splintered under the weight of his hands digging into it.

The sheer intensity of his emotions was becoming harder and harder to restrain, the urge to protect you and also to put an end to your pain, to show you that he was alive, mostly and you didn’t need to mourn anymore.

You didn’t need to be alone.

But what if he hurt you?

That battle hadn’t gotten any easier over the last couple of hours, and more than once he’d almost dozed off for a few minutes, only to wake up halfway across the tree, hand outstretched toward your window.

To give it a gentle shake to free the half-latched lock you always kept it on. For him.

Fuck, he wanted to go in there so badly, to slide into bed and wrap his arms around your trembling frame. He’d pull you into his chest, bury his nose in your hair and reassure you that he was okay… Reassure himself that this was real. That he might be some bloodsucking monster, but he was still alive.

He just couldn’t risk causing you more pain.

She’s dying from the inside out.

“Shut up.” Eddie breathed it, the shadowy voice chipping away at the resolve the same way it had been for the last few hours, eating away at his determination.

You could save her, right now. Just knock on the window.

Eddie shook his head fiercely, curls lifting in the breeze and the scent of distant rainclouds and electricity tickled his nose, “Stop. I mean it.” He closed his eyes, the wood creaking in protest as his hands flexed.

Don’t you realise how happy she would be? How relieved? You could give her all of that, and yet-

“Enough!!!!” Eddie snarled the word loud enough to startle the birds on the roof of your home, causing them to take flight in a flurry of wings.

He swore, barely having time to jump from the branches to the shadowy cover below before your face appeared at the window, peering out curiously.

He froze, breath stolen just from that closer glimpse at you, the pain so clear on your face but you were so beautiful, you were the most gorgeous, stunning person he had ever seen, even in your pain.

If you don’t go to her, I will.

What?

Before he could work that one out, you were already gone, the light turning off and he waited for the kitchen light to come on, to tell him you were going to eat something, but it didn’t. Instead, he heard your keys in the front door, and then the retreat of your footsteps toward the street.

Oh, how easy it would be to chase after you and hold you… But instead, he held himself against the back of the house with every ounce of supernatural strength in his body until you were gone.

Coward.

He snarled again at the voice, instead climbing back into the tree, and slipping through the window into your room. He paused when the quiet softness enveloped him, so familiar and comforting to him.

It was cosy and dark in here, away from the sunlight that burned his eyes and made his skin feel all tight.

Your scent was everywhere, filling his head with the memories of all the nights and days here, the warm cuddles in bed, your hands tangled together as you pressed kisses to each other’s bodies… The fairy lights lighting the room as you read to him, or as he worked meticulously on the next D&D campaign whilst you played with his hair, weaving braids into it and marvelling at the soft, curly texture.

Before he moved any further, he ducked down to kick off his trainers, since they were messy and covered in dirt.

He padded across the room on silent feet, pausing to brush a hand over the stuffed bat he’d won you at the carnival last summer.

“Oh my god, Eddie, look at that bat!!!”

“Shit!! Look how cute he is!! I am so winning that for you, sweetheart.”

He spent a whole pocketful of change on the stall, throwing those little bean bags again and again until the bucket tipped over and you and Eddie exploded into cheers loud enough that a mother pulled her child away.

Neither of you could care, especially when the man handed over the stuffed bat and you squealed in utter delight when Eddie presented it to you with all the flourish of a diamond ring.

You treasured that bat for the whole night, tucking him into the front pocket of your faded dungarees, and he even sat between you both on the Ferris Wheel.

That little stuffed animal held every single memory from that night, every ounce of joy, and blossoming love because it was one of your first few proper dates.

Eddie picked up the bat, straightening its wings as he recalled how fucking nervous he’d been at the end of the night, his hands shaking, heart pounding but he’d still lifted a hand to your jaw, stroking your cheekbone before finally drawing you up to his lips so he could kiss you.

It had been the little nudge you’d both needed, the final point in which things went from ‘Will We?” to “We Will.”

He pressed a kiss to the head of the bat, before placing him back in the exact spot it’d been before.

He turned to the rest of the room, just taking in your space, the little symbols of you that it felt like he hadn’t seen in years. You were everywhere, your scent, your warmth, your personality. Even if he could almost feel the pain lingering from your heart.

There was a drawer where Eddie kept some of his clothes, so he could stay here and not have to worry about changing if you were going to school the next day or something.

He stooped down to open the drawer, carefully rummaging through until he pulled free a pair of ripped black jeans (obviously), a faded soft Metallica t-shirt, and a denim jacket.

Lifting them to his nose, he easily and indulgently breathed in the scents lingering on the fabrics, yours and his, mingled like they should always be.

Your scent was forever one that simultaneously set his heart racing but also soothed that wild, untamed energy within him. He only ever had to be in your presence for a few moments, the scent of your perfume or shampoo gently wafting over him and he felt safe. He felt at home.

You were his home.

Eddie swallowed as his throat suddenly closed up, overcome with the loss of something so poignant and so good in his life.

He shook his head fiercely, quickly changing without leaving a speck of dirt on your floor and he bundled all his clothes up into something more manageable.

He needed to get out of here, get away from these memories and the temptation, because he knew he would sit on your bed, like all those times before and wait for you to come home.

With a final glance round, he decided to slip the scarf from the back of your door, soaked with that beautiful scent and he slipped it around his neck before regretfully leaving your room, back into the cold and the dark and the loneliness.

~* There's a darkness at the heart of my love That runs cold, runs deep The darkness at the heart of my love So bold, so sweet *~

This was a really bad idea.

Like, a terrible one.

A dangerous one.

What was he doing, exactly?

Only being technically dead, but still currently wandering the schools of Hawkins High.

Oh yes.

Considering quite a lot of the student body would actually rather be dead than come back here, he was certainly living up that nickname of ‘freak’, wasn’t he?

But then again, Eddie was here for one reason, and one reason only.

The same reason it had been for a long, long time now.

You.

Because if there was one thing that would make Eddie risk exposure, it was you, and Hellfire.

It was a Friday, and about twenty minutes until the weekly Hellfire meeting. He knew you had been appointed DM in his absence, for which he was so incredibly proud and he genuinely could not wait to see you run the campaign. You’d stood in for him sometimes, and every single time you did, you were just incredible.

The way you’d describe locations and characters, the turn of voice when a monster gained the upper hand, or a player rolled a critical score – he was obsessed with watching you play.

So if that meant sneaking into the school when the last trickles of students were still lingering, then he would.

He still remembered your Friday schedule, and had used the cloudy, gloomy afternoon to run across the field from the woods, through the halls and slip into the drama room.

It contained enough dark corners for him to settle down into, adopting his preternatural stillness and blending into shadows to watch you.

Your presence walking toward the door hit him before you even opened it, that scent washing through him and again tempting him to come out of hiding, but he didn’t. He forced his limbs rigid and watched as you looked around the cosy room, a shudder running through your body like you felt his presence.

He stayed utterly silent as he watched you set the room up, light every candle, organise all the seats, pull the carefully crafted characters form their boxes and place them in their relevant positions on the map.

Eddie watched as you did every single activity but seemed to avoid the throne until you couldn’t put it off any longer.

You stood in front of it, staring at the carved wood with glazed eyes, as if you were watching something else, someone else sitting there. Especially when you ran a hand carefully over the back of it, and if he hadn’t had the hearing of a supernatural being, he would have missed the way you breathed, “This will always be yours, Eddie.” Before lowering yourself into the seat and settling in to wait for the others to arrive.

And wait.

Half an hour passed, then forty-five minutes, then an hour.

Time went on and on, the candles burning lower and your frame sinking deeper into the throne, like the energy you’d managed to dredge up was dissipating like the smoke from the flickering flames.

Where the hell were they all?

The Hellfire Club never missed a meeting, were always early and always eager to get started before the supposed time, so why weren’t they here?

He sat there, hiding, watching as the love of his life grew more and more dejected, eyes turning unseeing and unfocused again as you stared at the notes of his campaigns, the notes written for the third time because the first two were so unreadable in his eagerness that even he couldn’t have deciphered it.

They’ve forgotten her, Eddie. They’ve thrown her away, like they don’t care. She’s sitting alone and you’re still hiding from her.

Eddie hissed so very softly under his breath, anger beginning to stir in his belly with every passing tick of the clock.

He’d heard from your walk to school with Dustin that the Club had to convince you to take over as DM, had to literally get on their knees and beg, tell you how he would have wanted it and yet they’d fucked you over?

No fucking way.

By the time the clock crept past two hours, Eddie was stewing in his own fury, blood hot in his veins and hands curled into fists.

You were slumped over the table now, your head in your hand like it was too heavy, rubbing at your eyes every now and then and smudging your makeup.

He watched as you fished your phone from your pocket, thumbs quickly typing out a message, seemingly to one of the Club.

Not three minutes later, your phone gave a soft ping, and you ducked your head to read it.

Eddie witnessed your body stiffen like you’d been punched, head slipping from your hand and a noise of pained shock exit your throat.

He needn’t have tried to figure out a way to read the message, because you unknowingly told him just a breath later, “Band tryouts? What the actual fuck?” You stared at the phone like you couldn’t believe it, all whilst he watched and listened to the increasingly ragged, unsteady breathing rasping past your throat.

Before he could make a move to comfort you, to help you, to do something, you were gone. Fleeing the room and leaving the door swinging on its hinges and the taste of agony bitter on his tongue.

Bastards.

Yeah, it was bullshit that they were replacing him so quickly, but he knew it had to happen at some point.

But to leave you sitting here? To neglect telling you? To abandon you?

Eddie saw red.

A wave of fury that had been broiling in his belly at the treatment of you rose, making him taste smoke in his throat. His jaw twinged, ached for a split moment before he felt the sharp sting of his fangs pierce his lip.

They’d left you sitting there.

He burst from his hiding spot; eyes zeroed in on the only remnant of the Club left in the room – the character statues perched on the map.

They were swept up in his grip in a mere blink, and this feral snarl ripped from his throat at the sight of Gareth’s character.

How dare they fucking leave you.

A soft crack came from his fist, and he dropped the shards on the floor, that deep voice cooing in delight, begging him to leave this place, coaxing him to go and find the real versions of these layers and make them pay for causing you such pain.

And what did Eddie do?

He listened.

~* And all this time you knew That I would put you through The darkness at the heart of my love For you *~

The footsteps of the last ‘audition’ faded away down the street, their owner buzzing about ‘how well that had gone’ and how they’ve ‘totally got the spot’. In all fairness, they hadn’t been too bad. The best out of everyone that had come, but that might have just been because Eddie was focused more on the short mop of hair instructing the people on what to play.

Eddie had never felt a bad feeling toward his friend before, but right now?

Right now every smirk, laugh, nod, word only fuelled that raging chasm of fury in his belly and each shift of the breeze only burned his throat more.

His fangs still hadn’t retracted, and he was too far into his anger to notice how his lips moved to accommodate the new length. He also wouldn’t notice the red sheen to his eyes, the way they turned glossy and captivating, intended to ensnare the pray and ensure they didn’t run away…. Too much.

Eddie also wouldn’t have noticed how the inner voice that was usually his own had slipped further into the new arrival, that voice that was deeper and raspier than his usual tone. The lines between man and this monster were blurring, despite all his best efforts to ignore this new revelation.

The was a haze in his mind, a weighted cloud of scarlet bloodlust that made his limbs tremble with anticipation and his mind forget all thought but feeding.

Because the boy standing across the street from him had hurt you when you were already in so much pain.

And that just wouldn’t do.

We should have a little fun with them first, Eddie.

Eddie shook his head sharply, keen eyes tracking the street for any late stragglers, “No. I don’t have the patience for that. He needs to know what he did.” Even his physical voice had dropped in pitch, flatter, lacking its usual animated brightness.

Of course, that could just be because he was dead, and his girlfriend was currently clinging to the precipice by her fingernails.

That reminder made him snarl softly again, and he rose from his hidden crouch from someone’s front yard. The air shifted, bringing across Gareth’s scent stronger, and his head was suddenly full of heady, tempting images of the boy prone beneath Eddie’s attack, sobbing in fearful apology of his actions, of Jeff screaming and running from the sight of their old friend and DM fang deep in Gareth’s jugular.

Oh, the way the blood would feel sliding down his parched throat, hot and tangy. It would quell that beast rising within him, quieten the fury and… Wait.

What if it satisfied him enough that he could come and see you? What if it dulled these urges long enough that he could spend at least just a little time in your presence without the fear of hurting you?

That thought, dangling in front of him like a shiny prize, made him slowly creep forward on silent footsteps, the bloodlust still a thick haze in his head that allowed room for one three thoughts only.

Hunt.

Feed.

Revenge.

Jeff looked up from unplugging the amp, that ingrained instinct of an unknown danger causing him to look up, “Hey, I think I just saw someone out in the yard.”

Frowning, Gareth looked up too, clocking his head to gaze into the empty street, “Really? I didn’t hear anyone.” But he too had that feeling of skeletal fingers brushing over his neck, the silent alert that something out there was watching them, lying in wait.

Did they know?

Did they know that the friend they had already moved on from was out there? With his intense, captivating gaze that would ensnare them like a pinned bird, ready for his feed?

Could they see that it was someone who used to bring their Friday nights alive with tails of monsters and heroes, whose voice painted the most elaborate and beautiful worlds before their very eyes?

The same voice that sung with them, who played his beloved guitar in front of a gathering of loyal fans?

No. They didn’t.

Because Eddie Munson was dead and the world had moved on.

The street was quiet, the birds and smaller animals had fled in the presence of a predator and the moon had slipped behind a cloud, casting everything in the weighted blanket of night.

It was time.

Yes, yes, Eddie. Feed. Become who you are meant to, let me out, let me join you-

Eddie tracked a path across the street, each step bringing him closer and closer, Gareth’s heart pounding a rhythm drum beat in his ears, louder and louder with every inch foot of space and it all narrowed down to those three thoughts.

He slipped behind the car on the driveway, holding his breath, limbs coiled to pounce as he bared those fangs once more-

Ping.

A frantic buzzing was emanating from his pocket, sending a little humming vibration through his hip every couple of seconds.

It was insistent, the buzzing almost getting stuck and overlapping each other in an effort to keep up with itself.

Eddie blinked in confusion, startled out of his bloodlust and he frowned, trying to place where he was, why he was seconds away from tearing out his friend’s throat.

What the fuck was going on?

Gareth and Jeff were still peering out into the driveway, instruments held in the air mid-action before Jeff shrugged, “Maybe it was just a cat.”

Gareth hummed his agreement before the pair continued with their task, none the wiser of how close they had just come to death at the hands of a ghost. Or rather, a vampire.

Eddie felt sick.

Sick to the very core with disgust at himself, at this whole situation.

He’d let himself grow weak and distracted, nearly allowed that beast to take over… And what would have happened then?

Ping.

He made a noise, quickly turning tail and fleeing to the safety of the tree line once more before searching his pockets for the source of the vibration.

His hands met the flat smooth shape of his phone, tucked into a pocket and he pulled it out, still just as confused.

When did he pick this up?

When did he even turn it on?

Before he could question that further, the screen suddenly lit up with another flurry of notifications, the bright light stinging his eyes but that didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter that he had almost killed his friend.

It didn’t matter that he was standing still within view of anyone looking out of their window.

Nothing else mattered.

Because it was your name lighting up his screen, hundreds, and hundreds of message alerts, all titled with “Lucky Dice❤️‍🔥🎲”, his nickname for you ever since you first joined Hellfire and had grabbed his hand, brushing a teasing kiss to his knuckles before he rolled the attack roll against your character.

Your cheeks were flushed with the action, ignoring the snickers from the others when neither of you could look away from each other, when it took Eddie an extra second to remember what he was doing.

Ever since then, when that brush to his knuckles had given you the result you wanted, you’d done the same thing.

A kiss to the knuckles, a secret smile against his skin and it worked every time.

He’d been calling you his lucky dice long before you knew about it, because with you, he was lucky. Everything always seemed to work out just right, just perfect, and it was all down to you and that smile.

Eddie’s hands shook as he opened up the text screen, and the blurring of hundreds of text messages shifted across his vision.

It was a story, a journal of sorts, a letter written to Eddie with every thought, emotion and action described to him in the voice that could guide him out of Hell.

As he quickly sifted through, his heart sank deeper and deeper as it became more evident you were drowning, that beautiful voice growing more exhausted and losing the ability to fight. His newly immortal heart grew as cold as ice at the thought of you sinking into that pit for good.

You were going to die.

Like hell would he let that happen.

Lucky Dice❤️‍🔥🎲:

-“Come home.”

-“Please come home. Come back to me.”

-“I love you, Eddie.”

His fingers moved before his head caught up, knowing that if he bailed now, he wouldn’t get another chance.

If he ran, he’d lose the only good thing in his life, the one thing he’d truly gotten all for himself. Love, happiness, and someone completely beautiful he got to call his girlfriend.

So, once more, Eddie Munson didn’t run.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” – sent.

Even as he pressed send, his feet were already quickly hurrying over the ground, running towards, not away. He weaved through back alleys and over gardens, slipped through two fences and then he was there, once more beneath the tree in your garden.

There was nothing, just darkness at first and then the light flicked on.

He watched as the text bubble rose and fell, about four times, each appearance sending his heart careening further into his chest.

The soft hiss of the blinds over your window snapped his attention back to full focus, nearly cracking his neck he tipped it up so quickly.

Inch by inch, you were exposed to him.

Hips, torso, ribs, shoulders.

You were wearing one of his t-shirts, an old Metallica band tee, the material soft and cosy on your frame and he always loved how it fell to your mid-thighs. It gave him room to gently trace patterns on the soft skin, to rest the width of his hand just above your knee, and to feel your smaller fingers trace over his knuckles and rings.

His hands curled into fists reflexively, an ache of longing ripping through his body and he was thankful he didn’t need to breathe as much as a regular person, because there was absolutely no air coming into his lungs now.

He could see from the rapid, uneven rise and fall of your own chest that you were suffering the same, your face still hidden as you steeled yourself for what you might see.

A silly thought pinged into Eddie’s mind, and he quickly lifted his hands to smooth through his curls, to make sure his fringe fell over his forehead right and he wasn’t covered in dirt or anything.

A quick brush down of his jacket and jeans, and he prayed he looked tidy enough for you, that he looked how you remembered him… Without all the blood.

Fuck, he was so nervous. It was like that first date all over again, where he stood outside your door for a solid five minutes, arguing with himself before he finally had the courage to knock and take you out on a date.

If anything, he might have even more scared.

But he had no time to dwell on that, because your chest expanded with a final breath, and then you pulled away the last barrier between the pair of you.

Oh, you were even more beautiful than the last time he saw you.

Even the tear tracks on your face were like brushes of starlight, just like when you’d both climb up onto the roof of the trailer and watch the night sky.

He was just so in love with you, it hurt.

Eddie watched as you stared down at him, chest stuttering.

You didn’t move. You didn’t even blink.

You just stood there, perhaps even more still than he could get, just… Just staring at him.

Eddie cocked his head slightly, worried you were going into shock, and he took a step forward, into the light that emanated form above the back door, and then he lifted his hand and gave you a little dorky wave, even as every single cell in his body was screaming at him to pull you into his arms.

Each rapid-fire pulse was an order, demanding he go and hold you.

That movement seemed to break you from the trance, and your face crumbled with fresh tears, just seconds before you dropped out of sight below the window, collapsing under the weight of this revelation.

Eddie swore under his breath, turning to scramble up the tree, across the branches and somewhat ungracefully into your bedroom window, where your muffled sobs were piercing the silence. “Shit, hey, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here.”

He dropped to his knees beside where you had fallen, curled in on yourself and he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your shaking body, his own trembling with the crushing weight of everything that had happened.

As he gently pulled you into his lap, coaxing your head to his neck, it hit him just how much you’d all gone through this year. You’d experienced things even a full-grown adult wouldn’t be able to handle, and yet none of you could tell anyone about it.

Ever.

Your arms suddenly flew around his neck, gripping his shoulders, his hair, your legs uncurling, only to loop around his waist. The sobs were coming too fast for your words to make sense, but he didn’t need super senses to know you were breathing his name over and over, like a mantra, a chant, and a blessing all in one.

Tears burned the back of his own eyes, then fell heavily as he pressed his face into your hair, letting his own sobs come quietly as he merely held you tighter, relishing the feel of your warmth against his own chilled bones, the scent of your shampoo. You were real, you were alive, and you might have been falling to pieces, but you were still here.

This was real.

It was finally real.

Hours, or maybe only minutes later, you slowly lifted your head from his neck, his jacket soaked in tears and the scent of salt heavy in the air but that didn’t matter. Not when you lifted your hands to cup his jaw, to turn it this way and that, glossy eyes probing every inch of his face, “I…” There was a roughness to your voice form the sobbing and your exhaustion, but Eddie was still enraptured by your beauty. “Eddie, how is this possible… I watched. I felt when you...” You flinched imperceptibly, moving to pat at his chest and to pause with your palm pressed over his heart.

Fresh tears filled your eyes as his heart beat strong beneath your touch, and he smiled a small smile, reaching up to brush away your tear with the back of his finger, “It’s kind of a weird story, I’m not gonna lie. It sounds like part of a campaign, but then again, everything we do does.” He laughed a little, trailing that knuckle over your cheekbone, along the line of your jaw and down your neck. His hands trembling still, terrified he might accidentally hurt you, but you trusted him.

You always did.

The way you shivered beneath him sent more little shockwaves through his blood, like little jolts of lightning and this time in your presence had already made him feel far more alive than any moment since he’d opened his eyes. “But I will say that through it all, I kept thinking of you. I knew you’d help me back home, sweetheart.”

You made a little noise, half exhale of breath, half sob again and pulled him closer with the hand still on his jaw, your rings cool to his skin.

The world stood still again when your lips pressed to his, soft at first, a tender press as if you were both getting reacquainted with each other, but within seconds it was already growing bolder, more intense.

Eddie’s hand slipped back to your neck, inadvertently resting over your pulse as he pulled you closer, eyes falling closed and he gently ran his tongue against the seam of your lips, groaning softly at the instant parting you granted him, and he groaned again deeper in is throat when the taste of you flooded his tongue.

You were hot coffee on a cold morning, burnt sugar in front of crackling bonfires, the scent of thunderstorms heavy in the air and the explosion of stars on a blanket of midnight.

He thought kissing you before was indescribable, but now, with the heightened senses and months of being apart… It was something else entirely. It was everything.

And you always responded so well, melting like butter under his touch but equally meeting his soft challenge with your own.

You shifted on his lap, straightening up so every inch of your torso was pressing into his, dragging your other hand upfrom his chest and into his hair.

Shit.

Your nails scratched over his scalp, and his eyes would have rolled back if they were still open. Your head slanted to kiss him at a deeper angle and your tongue danced with his own, stroking against it like you refused to back down having missed him just as much and the pair of you determined to show the other just how much.

With every second that slipped by, every soft moan from your mouth into his, every pass of your hands through his hair, he was losing grip on that tether a little more.

His skin burned everywhere you were touching, even through your clothes and his heart raced in time with your own, pumping blood round his body and only increasing that searing heart. His head filled with the scent of you, his mouth flooded with your taste, and he hadn’t even thought about the hot flush of your blood beneath your skin yet.

He was drowning in you, the world fading away to everything but this moment right here and he was oh so happy to let it.

Your tongue was currently tracing the roof of his mouth, thumbs pressed firmly but gently into the joint of his jaw and then – then the tip of your tongue caught his teeth, his fangs he hadn’t even realised had extended and you made a noise of surprise.

Eddie’s eyes flew open, even as the sensation travelled straight through his spine and all the way below his belly and he pulled back, apologies already falling in stuttered, wrecked gasps from his lips. “Shit, shit, fuck, baby, I – I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise, I didn’t-”

The finger you pressed to his lips cut him off mid-sentence, and you examined him with unreadable eyes, even with your cheeks flushed so prettily and your hair all messy from his own hands.

When satisfied he was quiet, you once more cupped his jaw, running your thumb over his plush lower lip for a moment before gently pulling it down to expose his fangs.

He’d never get used to saying that.

You lifted your eyes to his, searching them, the rich honey they’d melted into and when he nodded ever so faintly, you looked back to his lips. A second of nothing, then you pressed the pad of your thumb carefully to the tip of lengthened canines, watching as a bead of blood welled up, scarlet and shining.

Now the aroma of your blood pervaded the air, intense and irresistible, a purely concentrated version of you, and fuck, it made his teeth length more, and he felt a deeper hunger than anything previous. This wasn’t just hunger to quench is urges, it was a hunger for you. To remember you the way he used to, to feel you and make you feel just how much he treasured you.

It was already whispering in his head, the urge making his hands clench into fists, and he carefully turned his head away from you, squeezing shut his eyes so you wouldn’t see the hungry, red sheen to them. The action of his hands made his rings click together, a sort of stim he’d always done, to try and expel anxious energy.

You still hadn’t said anything, something Eddie was also trying not to worry about because he couldn’t bear the thought of just getting you back and then losing you again, especially to his own detriment.

Were you terrified? Disgusted?

“Hey…” Now you did speak, voice gentle and you gave a little tug to his curls, “Look at me, Eddie.” Shit, the way you called his name in that hoarse voice, a voice he’d listen to and do whatever to make happy.

Which was why he had to ignore it this one time. “I can’t. I don’t want you to see me like this, like a mons-”

“If you finish that sentence, I swear to God, I’ll knee you in the balls.”

He froze, peeping open one eye that he slid sideways, “Not the kind of talk I’d expected us to be having right now, sweetheart.” He tried to bring humour to the situation, tried to distract you… But you’d always seen straight through his bullshit.

He felt your eyes on him, that look he just knew burning in them, so he relented, slowly turning back to face you. He waited a single second before opening his eyes properly, letting you see the full expanse of the glimmering sheen over the honey brown.

And you did not flinch. Not one bit.

If anything, curiosity shone in your own gaze, the blood still sitting on your thumb as you gazed between his eyes and then down at your thumb.

A pause. Thoughtful, wondering.

Then you held your thumb to his lips and spoke so softly, so simply, “Here.”

Eddie blinked, brows pulling in, “Wait, you don’t understand… I can’t. I haven’t…” He swallowed, pointedly trying to ignore your thumb, glazed eyes fixed on your own even as his cheeks flushed, “I haven’t fed from… From a human. Only from animals.” He couldn’t help the way his lips pulled back a little in disgust when he said that sure you would cringe away too.

But you sat there still, unmoving, unwavering, “Eddie. Look at me, I’m not scared. I’m not disgusted. Whatever this is, whatever happens, I’m with you.” You nodded once to emphasise your point, “You can tell me what happened whenever you’re ready, if you even want to. But I’m never going to leave you. I just got you back, I’m sure as hell not losing you again, okay?” You leant forward, resting your forehead to his, “I love you. Every single part of you, even if some of them are sharp and pointy… Besides, we’ve dealt with weirder.”

He couldn’t help the huff of laughter when you said that, the tension in his body melting away with the soft, gently thump of your forehead on his own. This was an action so familiar to you both, something that always brought him comfort and it helped him to realise, maybe… maybe he could do this. You’d be by his side, and he always felt most himself, most confident when you.

“What if I hurt you?” He spoke it quietly just in case it was spoken into existence if he said it any louder.

You shook your head faintly against his own, confidence oozing from you. Confidence in him, “You won’t. I trust you.” You lifted your head from his enough to look at him, and then held up your hand again, “Go on.” There was a little encouraging smile on your lips, curiosity still burning in your expression.

Okay.

Eddie took a deep breath, his ringed fingers coming to gently encircle your wrist and he brought your thumb between his lips, giving the tiny wound a gentle suck and… You exploded across his tongue.

It was all of those things from earlier, fire, sugar, storms, lightning, everything, barrelling tenfold through every single sense and sending him flying higher than any drug every could.

It was cliché as fuck, but you were his drug, expanding every sense and thought until he felt like he was just in this humming state of bliss.

And that was all from one drop.

You really were the very thing he orbited, coveted, and treasured.

When his head eventually cleared, you both moved back to the bed, cuddling up the way you always had done, not an inch between you, buried underneath the covers, away from the rest of the world.

Eddie held you close in his arms, arms wrapped around your torso with his fingers buried in your hair against your scalp, absently rubbing his fingertips into the muscle every now and then.

Your head was cradled on the front of his shoulder, right over his heart and he knew you were counting the beats beneath your ear, convincing yourself once more that he really was here beneath you, alive, whole, safe.

He let out a sigh, a breath he’d been holding since his last one and he mumbled, “Can we go to bed? Just… Just to hold each other?” He was never ashamed to ask for these moments, this softness.

You hummed softly, turning to kiss his shoulder and you nodded, “Of course we can.” You were quiet for a moment, rubbing his back gently, “Do you need to hang upside down from the light or something?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, laughing again and suddenly, just like that, everything was just okay, “You’re hilarious, sweetheart. Really. I’m laughing so so hard right now.” He poked your side playfully, earning himself a little squeal.

“Come on then toothy, get in my bed.’

This was it.

He was home now.

Finally, he was home.

Back in bed with you, holding you close to his body and counting each one of your breaths, something he’d done long before now. It soothed him, settled the frantic energy itching to get out of his body and helped him focus on something.

In, hold, out.

Over and over, and it not only reassured him you were okay, but it also told him this was real. Because there was no way he could make this feel as solid and warm and true as this.

He could never replicate the warmth of your body, the scent of your skin or the way you felt in his arms.

No way.

Eddie let out a soft sigh against your hair, allowing his body to sink further into the mattress, his fingers tracing patterns over your shoulder blade, a habit he never really noticed he was doing.

And as you finally slept for the first time in months, he felt the coaxing caress of sleep run over his skin too, gently drawing him down into a darkness that was soothing and safe, one that echoed with the faint call of your laughter and the feel of your hand in his.

So, he gave in, following the sound of your voice in his memories, and he allowed himself to sleep properly, safely.

Eddie the found was home.

~* Paint a pair of eyes Let's watch as it dries I'm with you always, always *~

The clouds had just passed over the moon, the clock somewhere past 1:30am when Eddie’s body went rigid for a split second, arms tightening around where he held you to his chest.

His finally dreamless sleep rippled, his resting consciousness slipping through the surface of his mind and giving way to something else.

Someone else.

Him.

The shadowy blanket of his mind shimmered and folded, re-emerging into the stormy, red-hued sky that hung below Hawkins, a flipped mirror of what was above.

The bats that had given life to this form still tore through the air, shrieking at each other as they raced to find their next meal.

They didn’t hurt him or come for him now, even if he could still feel the searing agony of their teeth tearing into his flesh. He brushed a hand over his belly, where the scars would never fade and he still almost flinched away, as if expecting attack.

But of course, they wouldn’t dare, he was one of them. A predator.

A monster? The very thing everyone had perceived him to be?

Before he could dwell too much on that, before he could allow himself to break down in duress at what he had done, his back straightened. His shoulders went back, chin raising in a perfect posture of obedience and willingness to obey.

The stance of a general.

There was no body, but the presence was just as poignant, just as deadly and darkly, wrongly alluring, “My pets did their job well, I see.” There was the sense of being observed, examined by a figure stalking around him in circles, “Perhaps a little too well. I did not expect you to let the boy escape.”

Shit.

His mind whirled quickly, flying through a reason he could give that would not reveal the truth too closely, “Forgive me, sir. My… transformation was not fully complete, I- he - managed to find an escape, I’m afraid I don’t know how.” He couldn’t tell him. Couldn’t risk Vecna knowing the gateway back home. Back to her.

The disembodied voice hummed, mockingly almost, “Yet again, true love wins out.” His next words carried a smirk, the belief that he held the upper hand, “I wonder what she’ll think when she finds out what you’ve truly become.”

He could hardly believe what he was hearing, but he was careful not to let it show on his face. Did he truly not know that he’d been up there? That he… that Eddie had seen her? She knew about them both?

He chose to stay silent, to listen obediently for fear of revealing something in his scrambled, starving brain.

Vecna continued, his voice as cool and casual as if talking of the weather, “If you cannot keep him under control, I will be forced to make moves I’m not planning on taking yet. I’ve been inside your little dove’s head for quite some time, and I must say, she’s practically begging for me to take her and free her. I’d hate to have to end my fun too early because you cannot control the boy.”

A fury rose in his chest, so fierce it stole what little breath he had and threatened to swallow him hole, to burn this place to the ground and take its master with it.

No one touched you.

No one dared lay a hand on you, including this monster.

Even if the guilt still ate at him for leaving you, for hurting you… He would tear apart anyone who dared cause you harm.

Yet as soon as he felt his teeth lengthen, felt his eyes grow sharper and his instincts deadlier… there was a strange tug at his very core.

Something wrong.

It was hooked into the fabric of his very being, sensing the disobedience and reminding him why he was alive, who he had to thank. It yanked sharply, pain splintering through his heart and that fury was suffocated, the flames dying out as instantly as they had come.

Before he could lose composure over whatever the fuck just happened, that commanding voice began to fade back into the aether, but not before his final command. “Be ready. I will have use for you soon. I don’t need the boy getting in the way.”

He still didn’t understand the separating between himself and Eddie. ‘The boy’. He didn’t know where one began and one ended, where one mind stopped and the other started. He might be in control now, but his thoughts, his cravings… His desires, they were still Eddie’s. Still theirs. Just… dialled up to a million.

Were they?

He didn’t know anymore.

Was he still Eddie?

Or was he truly someone else? He knew he had a voice, that he could see through Eddie’s eyes, but he didn’t have the control over the physical body, at least not when Eddie was awake.

The voice hadn’t finished, “When the time comes, I need to know I can count on you.” He felt a phantom pressure around his throat, tighter than the craving for blood, “Can I count on you, General Kas?”

“Yes, Master.”

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #kas!eddie x reader #kas!eddie #eddie munson angst #vampire eddie #stranger things #stranger things 4 #joe quinn #darkness at the heart of my love series

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stranger things daemon au (part 2: the teens)

jonathan and alexis

alexis (lexie for short) settled very early on, only a few days before his tenth birthday, as he was forced to grow up so quickly. lonnie was so proud that his son had 'become a man' that he took him out hunting on the day that he settled, and jonathan hasn't really been the same since. althea often rides on lexie's back, usually as some kind of bird but sometimes as ferrets and even foxes sometimes. it becomes a bit of an inconvenience in the car, especially as lexie takes up so much space, but they just about manage to make it work. when there's not enough room in the car, lexie gallops alongside the car, keeping up speed pretty easily. she was a great help against the demogorgon in s1, being so big, and helps in the next few seasons, too. she is very protective of jonathan, especially when it comes to monsters (in s3, it's very obvious), but she's also very protective of their loved ones, and saved nancy in season 1 by going on her rear legs and hitting the demogorgon with one of her hooves. in season 4, she spends a lot of the season laying down and not talking, not even to joyce and her daemon, liam, though she always fights when the time calls.

nancy and justinian

before he settled, settling was all they talked about, with nancy often wanting some pretty bird or a deer, like their mom's red deer daemon, and justinin leaning towards cat, dog and even some big cat daemons. they have a weird relationship, with nancy trying to ignore him and justinian just wanting some care from her. when they find out barb died, they grow closer than ever through that pain. justinian definitely leans more towards birds and, when the demogorgon comes, he swoops down as a blur of white and scratches its shoulder, staining his talons black. they do research later on, and find out he's a gyrfalcon. that's the only thing that sparks her interest. other than that, she's a husk of what she'd been like before, with fake smiles and fake laughs and fake happiness so she can cover up how much barb's death had pained her, to trick everyone into thinking she's okay. in season 1, her relationship with her daemon is distant, while in season 4, they're deeply in sync with one another, able to communicate with just a look.

steve and delmira

delmira used to be a golden retriever, to make their dad happy, but after beating the demogorgon she went into a bigger, lithe form that was able to take easy bites out of the demogorgon's skin. steve's parents were disapproving and he got no allowance money for months, but he doesn't really care. after getting tortured by the russians, del and steve can go great distances from each other with minimal pain, only feeling a painful tugging feeling in their heart. they avoid doing it, to avoid freaking people out and to avoid either of them getting hurt but in season 4 they leave eachother twice, once, del and sherwin staying with the kids, and then again to protect dustin. del hates herself for not being able to save eddie, but her focus had been so totally on dustin. they don't blame dustin, but they can see dustin and syretia blame themselves, and they don't know what to do about it.

robin and sherwin

sherwin settled when robin was thirteen, for no particular reason. they did a lot of digging on what animal he was (no pun intended) and found out he was a bat eared fox. both of them don't really like it all that much, especially as he attracts the wrong kind of attention with his huge ears. during their time at starcourt, they 100% bet that steve's going to try and kick sherwin, or at least make a nasty comment about him, but he doesn't. post-torture, they can also move great lengths away from each other, which only a slightly painful tugging feeling. sherwin stays with the kids while robin goes to the mama gate, then stays with lucas, erica and max for some extra help, and also to keep sherwin safe, considering he's the smallest of the teens' daemons. he helps a lot with lucas's fight against jason's german shepherd daemon, especially considering how fidelia is a much smaller bird than, say, nancy's gyrfalcon. sherwin blames himself a lot for max's death, even though he couldn't have done anything, and sticks by robin's side a lot post-s4.

eddie and calpurnia

not much to say here. she settled a few months after moving in with wayne, a lot more people disliked him for his snake daemon and he showed her off a lot to make a point of his daemon. she tried to quench the bleeding around his neck by curling around it and putting pressure on it, but he bled out and died with her anyway, letting her turn into dust.

argyle and nita

argyle similarly settled early, only 10 and a half years old when nita stayed in the form of a capybara. known widely as one of the friendliest animals on earth, argyle was proud of his daemon, no matter that his mamá thought she was stupid-looking or his papá with his doberman had sighed loudly at the sight of it. she's touchy-feely with anyone's daemon, and likes it when amias, el's daemon, imitates him by turning into a lesser capybara, not quite able to match nita's size. she cuddles up with lexie a lot, and lexie doesn't really mind, often humoring her and snuffling her to please her.

(PART 1)

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eddieslov3 · 2 years

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Idea by the lovely @thegreencanary again~ love your ideas and this time angst! and then fluff ig gn!reader

Tw: Demobats, injuries, blood. Probably a little inaccurate had to change some minor things for this but the lines are the same I swear. Use of 'Sweetheart' and 'Babe'. Reader is oblivious.

Fuckin' Bats

When they had asked you to tag along AGAIN after the previous years, you had immediately said yes. You had been there since day one, you fought off the demogorgon with Nance, Steve and Jonathan. Went to the upside down more than once and even had a demodog nearly kill you one time. Luckily Steve had saved you, smashing the beast away with his infamous baseball bat before the demodog could inflict any more damage to you already worn and torn body.

It left some deep wounds on you, these now scars. All over your body, the worst ones on your left arm. You couldn't care less, they were proof that you fought. But whenever someone asked who was oblivious to what was actually happened in Hawkins you told them it was a Dog. Most believed it. Some just knew better.

So you find yourself next to the others, the others being Eddie, Nancy, Robin and Steve. Along with Dustin, Lucas and Max. All of you we're starting at the lake. In the middle of it was one of the portals to the upside down. "Whenever the demogorgon attacked it left an opening.. what if vecna did the same thing?" Nance had pointed out, resulting in all of you just driving down there.

"How are we supposed to reach it?" Lucas asks looking over at you guys, not fully getting the hang of the plan. Eddie then proceeds to point at a small boat. Together, Steve and Eddie, throw the As the teens try to get to it you the young adults are already approaching the boat, Steve and Eddie helping out, Robin gets in first , using both Eddie and Steve to secure herself. Then Eddie gets in and helps Nancy out. Naturally Dustin wants to board too, resulting in Eddie pushing him back. "Woah you're tryna sink us? this holds three people tops, Okay?." "Its better this way" Nancy agreed. "You stay here with Max. Keep an eye out for trouble"

"You keep an eye out, its my goddamn theory", he tries to argue, Lucas and Max just knowing it's not worth it arguing. You're still on the shore, jumping into the boat before Steve. "You heared Nance" Robin says. "Who put her in charge?" he conters. "I did." she then says. Nance demands the compass from him which he unwillingly gives her.

Steve then throws Dustin his bag and pushes the boat off of shore when he also gets into the boat. "You said three!!" Dustin yells. Steve just shrugs ans whispers "Sorry!" As then Eddie jotices you're in the boat too. "Woah no no way you're staying." He begins to argue but you just shake your head.

"I'm coming with you." you say. You definitely didn't wanna stay behind and let them ho alone. Eddie groans. "Why did I even try"

As you all are safe on the boat, all of you try to move as little as humanly possible. You know that one of the basketballteam members died here, so If Dustins theory is correct, there should be a gate to the upside down right in the center of this stupid lake that made you self-conscious sometimes. When everyone talked about how beautiful their experiences were here yet you had none.

Not because you didn't want to. But right now there were bigger problems, the little boat definitely not designed to hold five young adults but you didn't and couldn't let them go alone. That wasn't like you. You couldn't just stand there and do nothing while the people you love dearest, put theirselves into massive and also life-threatening danger.

"Bedtime at nine kiddos! Miss you already!" robin yelled, teasing the teens a bit making you laugh and forget about your stupid thoughts.

After a while of rowing the compass was ticking weirdly and Nance ordered you guys to slow down. Easier said than done. The clattering made your skin crawl, you could hear dustin over the walkie and Steve was already undressing himself. So much was happening that you couldn't register all at once.

"steve what are you doing?"

"Somebody's gotta go down there and check this out... Unless one of you four can too being a Hawkins swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard of three years, then... Its gotta be me. No complaints, all right?" He says and then stands up to also get rid of his shirt.

"Hey I'm not complaining. I do not wanna go down there." Eddie exclaims while wrapping up the flashlight in a plastic bag securing it with a loose knot. With a grummled "good luck" he hands it to steve and takes out a cig. "Thanks" us the only thing Steve says before wanting to jump in. Nance asks him to be careful as he jumps in. You and Robin exchanging a glance having seen what exactly Nancy had dine while Steve was undressing before.

Faster than you, Robin took the cigarette from Eddies mouth throwing it into the lake. "Gross!" As then with a splash, Steve disappeared into the lake. Leaving the boat moving, causing you to fall into Eddie. "I'm sorry Eds" he just secures you and helps you sit up.

"where are we at Wheeler" Robin asks clearly anxious for her best friend. "Closing in on a Minute." "Okay." You akwardly play with your fingers getting more and more restless.

Eddie clears his throat as all of you cringe when something or rather someone emerges from the water. "Christ!" That was clearly Eddie.

"I found it!" Steve explained and the girls asking him stuff. As he confirmed robin took the walkie to inform Dustin. "Dustin, you're a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate" not knowing what she had caused.

"it's more like a snack sized gate than a Mama gate" the man holding onto the boat explained. "But its still pretty damn big" as he was saying that something pulled him down, he could manage the first time, being more than confused. "Steve?" you asked looking at him. That was when he got pulled down forcefully. All of you screamed his name and not even seconds after Wheeler was standing un the boat. "Jesus!" "Where'd he go?!" "Steve!?"

After struggling for a bit she jumped in. Making Robin call out her name, even Eddie did. You also screamed her name. "Wait here" But it was too late. "God damnit!" Eddie was very vocal.

After a few moments of contemplating Robin gets up onto the rim of the boat making you and Eddie tense up. First looking at eachother then at Robin. "No, no no no, what are you doing? She said wait" he quickly said slightly panicking. You try and reach out for her. "Robin please no don't go.. she said wait here.."

"Yeah I heared her"

"She's in charge" he says tensing up, you slipping while trying to reach for her. "Are tou kidding me? I made that shit up" she says weirdly calm and then falls into the water. He can't even be fast enough as you too jump in leaving him cursing. "Jesus H. christ this is so stupid" and then he falls into the water.

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All of you finally on the other side, the upside down, not getting to breathe properly because of the environment. Thunder and screaching make you jump and you frantically search for the others. "Guys?! Hey!?" you scream turning around in a panic you haven't felt aince the last time you we're down here, your skin was crawling, vines were clutching one of your ankles in place. You could hear them. They were nowhere to be seen.

You manage to free your foot by chance and run into something. "Christ Babes you're okay I've got you" a familiar voice says, arms closing around you. His touch makes you relax at least for a moment before you hear steve scream in pain. Both your heads turn, finding Robin and Nancy trying to help Steve. In a whim, Eddie lets you go and he runs to Steves aid.

You follow but are awestruck by what he did next. He grabbed the weird bat like creature by its even weirder tail and slams it down. Groaning as it seems to be a heavy and not cooperating creature. Steve is still struggling but since Robin and Nance were helping you decided to try and help Eddie.

"stay there I can manage!" he yelled over the screaching of those beasts and the yelling of your friends. It nearly made you shut down and just not be able to move. "No. I wanna help!" you said and just ran. Into the bats that were about to fly into Eddie and tackle him down. A gut wrenching scream made its way out of your throat as the weird demobat rammed its teeth into your shoulder. It resulted in you falling, screaming and squirming. "FUCKING hell" you yell trying to fight it off.

"Sweetheart?!" you heard Eddie yell. "I told you to stay away!" he was mad, but not at you, at himself for not being able to protect you. Protect the one he is fuckin in love with. The main reason why he jumped after all of you had jumped. He fucking loved you, with every little inch of him. He loved you. So he tried to rip off the weird bat. "Please Sweetheart don't die on me"

At this point you were crying, grasping for air, kicking every limb you were able to move just to loosen the bat just to be free. "Fucking Hell" he cursed again trying to remove it as gently as thus beast allowed him to. "Please it hurts so much I can't take... It mu-much longer" you said weakly.

One of the demobats aimed directly for your throat, as the boy, who loved you more than anything in this world, was trying to get to you. Teeth boring into your skin, making you scream. A gut wrenching, bone crushing noise that Eddie would never be able to fully forgive or forget.

"I think I'm dying"

As you speak these words your body just falls limp, yor arms wanting to pull on the beast but the grip loosend and your arms fell beside you. Eddie immediately panicked, hands moving to the beasts head ruppig it off successfully. With a swift move he threw it as far as he could manage, the adrenaline in his body making this the easierll task.

"Sweetheart?" he mumbled searching you carefully for a pulse, his body trying to shield yours as best as he could manage. This made him feel alone, even tho he wasn't. The boy felt helpless, trapped and useless. He couldn't even find your pulse. Frantically he searched every inch of you, no pulse anywhere, no frien- people close to help him.

"please Sweetheart... Please don't die on me" he had said. Tears falling from his eyes, hiccuping kore than he'd ever admit to.

He loved you, ever since he first caught glimpse of you in school. He was just mesmerized by your beauty, even now where you were laying.

Hands ghosting over you, still looking for a pulse, your eyes fluttered open as he couldn't hold in a sigh of relive. "Hey Babes" he carefully said as he pulled your bitten body to him. "You're not dying, is this clear?" he says as finally Robin finds him and helps him steady you. Not even fully aware you nodded and he tiredly smiled for a split Second. "I'm trying" you managed to press out. Gasping for air as he and Robin manage to somehow lift you up, he hold you close. "Just hold on.. okay?" he had mumbled as the carried you to safety.

The next thing you knew, you lost consciousness, you did hear them talk and held onto Eddies shirt tightly, but you were not there fully.

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After that you didn't have any idea on how you got out, the next thing you knew is you woke up in a bed, or rather in the real hawkins. "What happened?" you ask, not fully knowing if anyone was actually there or not. You could hear a low rustle and were more than relieved. "Hey Babes" a very familiar voice spoke and you had to grin. "Hey Baby" you said, searching for his face, soon he was looking down at you. You heared another voice announce that you were okay and heared a row of several sighs of relive.

"thank god" Steve said, while Robin just laughed and Dustin just smiled from a few feet away. Eddie carefully took your hand in his, squeezing it lightly. "I'm goad youre awake" he says, love in his eyes and words, so clear you could taste it. You gave him a silimar look and literally all eyes were on the two of you.

"So when will we get you two to kiss?" Dustin asked being the most impatient of all here. Making you chuckle. "Oh Dusty, I don't thunk Eddie wants to kiss me" you said laughing a bit. He himself just looked at you, his long hair falling into his face. "Who said that?" he then asked, carefully leaning over you, proceeding to press his warm lios to yours, kissing you more than lovingly.

You even got cheered on and had to giggle. "I didn't think.. you know.. you'd like me like this" you said sitting up carefully. "Well yes I have had a crush on you since.. I don't know.." he mumbled. "Since you stepped in for me.. you know.. that's at least five years back" he admits making you blush. You liked him. You really had feelings for this guy and yes they were the beautiful love kinda way. So you just grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him into a kiss.

"I like you too, you know big boy?"

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

This was a request by @salenorona23

Brief description: I want to request a Eddie munson x plus!size reader. Of where the reader is Dustin's adopted sister and she has powers and she gose into the lake with them and like saves them from the bats and they are like surprised bc they didn't know she had powers. but Eddie is like in love with her more so he tells her he loves her and that he has since middle school. (you don't have to do it i just wanted to request something)

Alright I'm excited. Here we go. Also I got some info from the secret circle. I think that's what it's called.

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Warning: cursing, mentions of drug use and smoking. Not proof read and no word count.

🦸‍♀️🔥🖤

You didn't know why or how it happened but as you sat there in a police station at 11 years old you became an orphan. You never understood how your house caught on fire killing everyone but you. Until you were in an orphanage. A stupid older boy pulled your hair and a fire started on his pants. It was you. You started it. Realizing it was your fault that your family died. It was your emotions that did it. So you folding in yourself. Doing your best to control yourself. But the day you found out you were getting a perminate home you started a fire on your bed. It was small enough that no one noticed. You honestly wanted to die. You didn't want to hurt anyone else. But the Hendersons where a very nice family. Dustin being the best nerdy brother you've ever had.

You didn't have friends growing up. Until Eddie Munson found you on the swing set by yourself. You were humming something when he approached and sat on the swing next to you.

"Hey whatcha doing by yourself?"

"Just swinging" you shyly replied

" I'm Eddie."

You smiled. But didn't say anything

" well aren't cha gonna tell me your name"?"

You didn't say anything afraid to develop an uneasy feeling.

" well if you don't want to tell me. Then maybe I'll just call you loser."

You laughed cuz you were a loser. And since then that's what Eddie called you.

...

It was your freshman year in highschool when something changed. You were sitting in the cafeteria with the hellfire club listen to Eddie talk about D&D. He said something about powers that his character had. You felt this pain in you stomach. It hurt so bad . When the trays on the table started to shake. Everyone thought it was an earthquake. But you knew. It was you. So you got up and ran to the bathroom. It turned out you had finally became a woman. Well you were very unprepared for this situation and you need to go home. You heard knocking on the door. you asked the person to go away afraid what might happen to them if you lost control.

"Hey I saw that you had blood on your pants. I thought you might need some help."

You opened the door to see Robin. She had a concerned look on her face. She handed you a pad.

" I have to go home. I don't have any extra clothes."

She nodded and walked behind you to your bike. You thanked her for her help and rode home. You explained to Mrs Henderson what happened and she told you to shower and that she was gonna go out and get you supplies.

Why was this happening to you? What was it? You could make things happen. And you didn't understand why. Countless days went by in the library looking for answers.

You weren't sure if what you read was the reason you started noticing things. But you kept on seeing repeating patterns. Numbers mostly. When you got hurt you would heal incredibly fast. When you touched fire it didn't burn. A pure white cat came to you one night. It was weird. Like you knew she came for you. You asked Mrs Henderson if you could keep it but since she was allergic you weren't allowed. So you would feed it and do your best to take care of her. Whenever you were upset or sad the cat would find you. She calmed you. It was one night reading 'The complete book of black magic and witchcraft' that you understood what was happening. So the first thing you need to do was control it. And make sure no one ever found out.

Working on chants and spell work you were able to suppress your ability. Finally able to have a semi normal life. But that's when the bullying start.

Comments on your overweight self was all to unnerving. Your chants needed help to force away the power that was growing in you. That's when the candles came into play. But what helped completely ease your nature for long lengths of time was Eddie. You guys were good friends since the swing set. You spent a lot of time together. But the relationship was entirely platonic. It was your senior year and Eddie's 3rd time around when shit hit the fan.

So much was going on that you had no idea what was actually brewing just underneath the surface. People were dying and words about monsters were rumored. Something was happening in Hawkins and you could feel the pot about to boil over. But with no clue what to do. You searched and search but to no avail.

It was one day that you overhead Dustin on the phone talking about needing El and her powers.

Powers there was someone else with powers. You sat down on the privacy of Dustin's room to ask him for the truth. When he explained all that had happened these past years. You were overwhelmed by uncontrollable urge to run. And when you made it outside you started to levitate. Just as Dustin came out you fell to the ground. You explained that you just fell with Dustin not really believing you. You need to find Eddie.

You heard the screeching of tires coming to a halt in front of the house. You were sitting on the front steps smoking. You watched Eddie stumble out of his van holding his acoustic guitar.

" Hey loser what's going on?" Eddie said while sitting next to you.

" I umm I had an anxiety attack." You lied

You never told anyone about the shit you were going through. But for some reason even though Eddie knew you well. Well enough to know you when you were lying he never pressured you to tell him anything. He was always so thoughtful that way. It was the reason you got so close to him. He was always so nice to you. When times got bad that your incantations wouldn't work you would always find yourself in his trailer smoking weed and listening to him play. He was the only person able to calm you enough to surpress the growing pain you felt when you didn't use your curse. You remembered the first night you stayed with him. You were freaking out about something someone said about your thunder thighs when you and Eddie went to a movie. The person sitting next to you was complaining about your thigh touching there's. You were visibly upset that you left before you felt things start to unravel in yourself. Eddie found you in the parking lot leaning against his van smoking. You notice some blood on his rings and a few cuts on his hand. He must have gotten into a fight. He always did that. Not fight much but definitely gave people an earful. But this was the first time he hit anyone. That night you helped him clean his rings and wounds until it was too late to go home. Uncle Wayne was off that night so sleeping on the couch was out of the question. But Eddie's bed wasn't a better option. He had a twin bed. There was no way you both could fit on it. But you did try. Eddie noticed you were uncomfortable and made the decision to sleep on the floor next to you. You told him that you didn't want to take his bed from him but he wasn't having it. You woke up the next morning with Eddies face incredibly close. He looked so serene. Beautiful.

The next time you stayed Eddie had a bigger bed. You figured the floor must have really felt like shit for him to go out and get another bed. Eddie would never tell you he got it because he wanted to sleep next to you.

As you listen to Eddie play his guitar, you watched his hair get caught in one of the strings. You helped him untangle it and help put up his hair in a messy bun. You smiled at your work as you sat in a chair on the corner of your room that was mostly meant for jackets or unfolded laundry. It was getting late and Eddie was going to go but you asked for him to stay. He had never stayed the night in your room. Always either with Dustin or the couch.

"What about Mrs Henderson?"

"Please she knows we're are just friends." You said while heading to your dresser. You grabbed a long shirt and an old pair of P.E shorts. Normally you wouldn't wear bottoms but when you were with Eddie you did.

"I'll be right back." You left to find something for Eddie to wear. Pulling out a pair of pajamas bottoms and a shirt from Dustin draws. You watched as Dustin was in tranced by talking to his girlfriend Suzy.

" Here hopefully they fit." You handed the clothes to Eddie before Turing back to your clothes. You pulled off your shirt with your back towards Eddie. Pulling on the long shirt. You reached to take off your bra and tossed on your chair. Unbutton your pants taking them off and pulled on the the shorts. You always changed in front of Eddie never thinking anything of it. You turned and saw Eddie avert his gaze.

" Umm I'm gonna go to the bathroom." He announced.

You nodded as he practically ran to the restroom. You got under the covers. You lit a small black candle and said a chant to help repel your power. Blowing out the candle it relight itself. Fuck you were really out of it tonight. You put the candle in it's holder when Eddie came back in. The pajamas bottoms were high waters on him and he didn't have a shirt on. Guess it didn't fit. Your eyes ran over his chest and saw a medium size Celtic shield knot on his right shoulder. You remember when you convinced him to get it. It was his protection sigil from you. You never knew if you could complete control yourself but you knew you didn't want to hurt him. So that was the only thing you thought of without Eddie getting suspicious.

You gave Eddie a forced smile and turned your back to him to sleep. You felt Eddie get comfortable next to you. You heard him blow out the candle covering your room in complete darkness. You said a silent prayer for the candle to stay off and it did.

" G'night loser."

You smirked "Night fucker."

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The next day you were at lunch listening to Dustin's trying to explain to Eddie how they need to postpone the cult of Vecna. You weren't really interested in D&D. It hit a little close to home. So that night you just went home.

The morning Dustin woke you telling you what happened to Eddie and Chrissy. And that he was missing. You knew exactly where he would be. When you and the others finally found him he was scared shitless. He was in trouble and you didn't know what to do. While he laid low you brought him food and clothes.

" Eddie are you ok?" You said over the phone.

"Yeah think someone is coming. I gotta go."

Eddie hung up the phone and you went to find Dustin. He was with Eddie at skull rock later that day. You hugged Eddie so tight when you found that he was safe. Holding his hand you heard something about a gate. And went with the others to lovers lake. You watched as the boat holding Nancy, Steve, Robin and Eddie. You stood back because you didn't want too much weight on the small boat.

You cleared your thoughts watching the boat fade into the distance.

"Elements of sun, Elements of day. Please come this way. Powers of night and day I summon thee, I call upon thee. To protect them! So mote it be!" You recited 3 times while the kids watched you. You felt a gust of wind pass you towards the lake. You were pacing. The only sounds that filled the night air were crickets and the rubbing of your thighs. You had a thought that you could never sneak up on anyone with your thighs rubbing so loud.

It was only a few minutes when Dustin said Steve came back up. But not even a minute later something pulled him back in. You pulled the binoculars away to watch as Nancy dove in after him. With Robin following.

"Eddie don't." You mumbled. And watched in horror as Eddie looked over to your direction just before he fell in.

It was about 2 minute before you felt the gust of wind return to you. They were unprotected. You had to go help. You looked back at Dustin saying I love you. Then turned back to the lake.

" Oh, Angels, give me the power to fly and fly" You said and wind lifted you carrying you to the boat. "Earth pull me down and guided me to my love ones."

You held your breath as you dropped into the water. You were pulled thru the water to a big red crack. You made it to the surface. Hearing screams and grunting.

"Oh, Angels, give me power to fly and fly" you repeated. You were lifted from the water and taken to the fight. " Make earth pulled me down." You landed on your feet weighed down by the water in your clothes. You saw Steve all bloody and everyone fight these winged creatures. But they were being overwhelmed. You heard Eddie scream your name but you ignored him.

"Ignes dissipare et Vallum" you yelled at the top of your lungs. Everyone turned to you as flames started to surround you. A tornado of fire spun furiously around you. Closing your eyes you channeled the heat towards the animals. Screeching and thudding filled all of your ears as they burned.

You felt completely drained after that you fell to your knees. You never used that much power. You let it take over you. When you looked up you were met with big brown eyes and frizzy curls.

"Y/n? What-"

You were breathing heavily. " I umm I'm sorry. I had to save you..."

Eddie pulled up your chin giving you a kiss on the cheek. He helped you to your feet. Everyone was looking at you. You could tell they were a bit frightened.

" I uhhh I'm a carline." You muttered exhaustedly.

" What is that?" Nancy asked

" A witch."

" A sorcerer?" Eddie sounded confused.

" Kinda" you replied

"What the hell!?" Steve and Robin said in Sync.

"I umm yeah I don't know what to say." You looked towards the ground. When you heard Steve whimpering. You moved to him but he stepped back. " Please...I can help."

Steve looked at you confused but mostly afraid.

" I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to help."

Steve nodded and you held your hands ghosting over his wounds.

"Y/n?" Eddie said softly but you ignored him again. You needed to focus.

"By earth and air, by fire and water. So shall you hear my call. Powers of birth and rebirth, powers of silence and peace, Heal thy body and mind."

You said this 3 times when you opened your eyes you saw the blood flow back to the wounds and heal closed. Steve's eyes watched in disbelief. You felt your body tremble. You couldn't stay awake anymore. And when you woke you were in Eddie's trailer. Eddie was sitting next to you on the floor holding your hand.

"He loser. Thought we lost you."

You grunted trying to sit up with Eddies help. You were freezing and dirty. You just wanted to go home.

...

You got off the phone after talking to Dustin. He was safe at the Wheelers. You found a note on the fridge that Mrs Henderson was at the casino for a few days. So it was just you and Eddie in the home. You went to your room with Eddie staring at you. You explained that you were gonna shower and he could have next.

Your hands were trembling as you did your best trying to wash of the scum. You heard a knock. Eddie asked if you were ok because you were in there for an hour. You came out wrapped in a towel and met Eddie in your room. The silence was more than awkward.

" So uhhh this whole time you uhh could do that" Eddie finally broke the tension. You nodded as you sat next to him on the bed.

" It why I need to stay as calm as possible. I can't fully control it."

A few seconds of quiet filled the room.

"It's why I suggested the tattoo." You pointed at Eddie's shoulder. " To protect you from me."

Eddie shifted a little. " You won't hurt me y/n."

"You don't know that."

Eddie turned to you and pushed your hair behind your shoulder. He placed a soft kiss on your hand.

" Thank you for saving us. Uhh for saving me."

You gave him a small smile but that was quickly gone when Eddie pressed his lips to yours. You hesitate for a second before pushing him away.

You stood up gripping your towel. " Uh what was that?"

Eddie sighed and his knee started to bounce.

"Eddie?"

" I-i like you. I mean I have feelings for you."

Your eyes widen at his words. Wait what?

"Uhh.... we're friends Eddie." You didn't know what else to say.

" Yeah I know. But since I saw you on the swing when you were in 6th grade I've liked you."

Eddie got up and came towards you but you held up your hand and Eddie froze. You kept him from moving closer.

" Eddie no. I can't. We can't." You let go of him.

"Why?"

"It's not in the cards for me. Don't do this. I need you. But as my friend. Nothing more ok."

Eddie was obviously frustrated but he didn't press you. He never did, on anything. That's why you loved him. He left to shower as you got dressed and went to bed. In the morning you found him on the couch. Needless to say it was awkward as fuck but you both tried to act like nothing happened.

...

The time came for the plan Nancy came up with to destroy Vecna. With your powers they knew to have you as back up. So before you left Eddie and Dustin in the upsidedown you looked back at Eddie and went to him. You pulled off his necklace and put a clear quartz crystal next to his pic.

You repeated your protection spell while touching the crystal.

" Please don't do anything stupid Eddie. I can't protect you if I'm not here."

"y/n I lov-"

"Don't." You cut him off and left.

...

Killing Vecna was a battle especially the tentacles but you managed to hold them off for the others to complete their mission.

You guys made your way back to Eddie and Dustin when you saw Eddie on the ground.

No you stupid fuck! You ran to Eddie. He was gone. Blood had started to dry.

" No Eddie. No! Fucking stupid." You cried holding him. You look at Dustin who was in shambles. He was holding Eddie's necklace.

"He took it off. Why would you take it off?!" You screamed at Eddie's lifeless body. Hitting him on his chest. Dustin's sobs filled your ears.

"No. You don't get to leave me. You hear me fucker! You don't get to go. I love you..."

You closed your eyes and prayed for silence. And it came. You held Eddie and took the crystal away from Dustin

" Sorem est...Sorem est....SOREM EST!" You said over and over again until you had nothing left. You fell over Eddie still mumbling the incantation. When you felt something leave you. It felt like the life was being pulled from you. Your body shook and kept shaking until the feeling stopped.

Breathing heavily you heard the best thing you could ever hear.

"Hey loser" Eddies strained voice filled your ear holes.

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