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[cloned-eyes]

my little meow meows

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𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝…

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

★ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you leave your best friend and Hawkins behind your junior year to move to the city of angels with your parents, what your best friend Eddie never expected was to see you on the cover of the newest playboy issue five years later, and holy shit was he anything but disappointed.

★ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, no mentions of race, hair color/texture, or body size, readers nickname is angel, smoking weed, female nudity, male masturbation, angst, mentions of divorce, lots of fluff, 69, unprotected p in v, squirting, creampie.

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: as always thank you to my baby loves @xxhellfirebunnyxx and @take-everything-you-can for reading and hyping me up with this fic, love you babes dearly. Also, thank you @bettyfrommars for unintentionally giving me the name and nickname for this <333

★ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.4k

It was a chilly autumn day in Hawkins, Indiana and all Eddie wanted was a carton of cigarettes and a bag of pretzels before making his way to the last place a twenty year old like him should be– high school.

“Welcome-... oh.” The older man behind the counter stopped himself from his usual cheerful greeting before groaning as he eyed the metalhead down.

One time…Eddie stole a box of condoms, one time two years ago and Stu the manager of the stop and go is hellbent on never letting him forget it.

Eddie rolls his eyes at the bald headed, beer bellied man as he makes his way down one of the small aisles, grabbing his usual bag of Rold Gold pretzels. His eyes scan the shelf for anything else he might feel like snacking on come lunchtime, before a loud horn echoes from outside making him whip his head around, brown waves falling down his back from where it was laid over his shoulders. He witnessed the tail end of a car who must've cut off another in the intersection, before his eyes dropped to something else. The words playboy catches in his line of sight, making him turn around fully, two heavy black boots carrying him over to the magazine rack that sits just underneath the big store window.

Two very familiar eyes stare back at him, causing him to harshly swallow, his heart beat kicks up in nervous excitement, holy shit!

It’s you.

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5 years ago

“Eds, can you please quit hoggin’ the joint?” You whine from your upside down position on his bed, head hanging over the side as he’s sprawled out on the floor, flipping through a magazine while taking quick puffs of said spliff. “It’s called puff puff pass, you greedy boy.” You pout, not realizing the affect such words would have on your best friend.

“Uh, yeah shit sorry.” He stammers as his eyes find yours, shaky ringed fingers raising up towards you as the zigzag rolled joint slightly quivers in his grasp. Greedy boy will stay on a loop in his mind later on tonight when he’s alone.

Eddie wouldn’t argue with anyone who said he was fucking dumb, because the dumbest thing he could ever do is fall for his best friend. That’s like the number one rule in a friendship and he just had to go and fuck it up, like he does everything else. But you’re you. How can he not fall for those innocent doe eyes? That beautiful smile that could light up even his darkest days– and that giggle, that giggle that sets his insides on fire, makes him wanna trip over nothing just to hear it, makes him wanna memorize even the corniest jokes just to go back and tell you later, while his chest is puffed out and proud he’d been able to make you cover your mouth with your pretty hand while a girly giggle bursts from between your lips. Yeah he’d done that.

But you’re you, the girl everyone wants. The girl he’s incessantly hounded about whenever he does a deal with one of those meathead Jocks.

“So… is Angel ya know, seeing anyone?” Steve Harrington aka king Steve asks as he passes a crisp twenty dollar bill over to Eddie before smoothing out his letterman jacket. Of course, it never fails.

“Uh, n-no I don’t think so.” Eddie says, shoulders deflating as he throws the bill into his black lunch tin.

“Good, good. You think you can put in a good word for me?” The honey eyed boy asks as he flashes Eddie a charming smile, the smile that made all the girls swoon over his very existence.

Well yeah Eddie could admit he was cute or whatever, I mean he has eyes. But he loves you and there’s just no way he’d ever “put in a good word” for anyone that wasn't himself.

“I don’t think you need my help getting into anyone's pants, king Steve.” Eddie bites, before kicking his legs over the rickety bench and trudging his way out of the woods, to the school's parking lot. He quickly notices you hunched over, leaning up against his rust bucket of a van, arms crossed as your head studies your dainty feet in your pristine white keds.

“What's goin’ on sweetheart?” Eddie prods as he now stands toe to toe with you, the stark contrast of his dirty Reeboks against your clean and proper shoes, causes a sad giggle to erupt from your chest. You slowly pick your head up and Eddie noticeably winces when he realizes your eyes are full of unshed tears that are so close to boiling over, ready to drip down your lash line and onto your perfect cheeks. “Hey, what's wrong princess?” The metalhead asks before bringing his thumb up to wipe the tears that have finally bubbled over.

“I’m moving… tomorrow.” The tears are now boundless, no end in sight as they fall freely.

Eddie feels light headed at your words, moving? Moving where?! He says as much in a strained but somber timber.

“California, can you believe that?” You scoff, moving to California in your Junior year of high school no less, sounds like an utter nightmare.

“California!?” Eddie all but shouts, “what the fuck? Why so far away?” He’s trying his best to keep it all together, he wants to grab you and kiss your pouty lips, tell you everythings gonna be okay and no one can take you away from him, but he doesn't, he tries to stay neutral and positive for you.

“Well hey, we can still keep in touch, right?” He chuckles, but the smile is nowhere near to reaching his eyes, it holds nothing but sadness and unspoken truths.

“Oh, Eddie.” You wistfully whisper before throwing yourself into your best friends embrace, two leather clad arms wrap around your body as he rubs little circles into the skin above your elbow, his head buried into the top of your hair– he takes in your scent as his last ditch effort to be this close to you, until it's eventually ripped from him. You smell like strawberries and cream and he’ll never be able to smell it again and not think of you, it'll be ingrained in his subconscious forever… filed away in that part of his brain that holds a box of the many things he loves about you.

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Eddie couldn't believe his eyes as they scan the inside of the issue, you sprawled out in next to nothing on a questionable looking mattress as you spread your legs for the camera, fucking the reader with those doe eyes that had him lost for you, years ago. Of course he had to buy it, even as Stu rang him up with a knowing smirk on his face, that smug bastard.

So here he sits in that same van you were leant up against just five years prior, where you broke some of the worst news he’d ever gotten, thumbing through all the pages your beautiful body graced. God, you were even better than the you he conjured up in his imagination.

He couldn't help it when his cock began to stir against the rough fabric of his jeans, apart of him felt guilty but he knew he had to find some kind of release before he stepped foot into hawkins high. He refused to be the guy who popped a boner in class, he was already a freak he didn't need perverted creep added to that title– so before thinking too much about it, he made his way to the back of his van, plopping down on the small mattress that was placed back there for action that didn't involve just him and his hand.

He began unbuttoning his jeans, it was laundry day so he had no other obstacle to remove– his cock instantly bobbing out in front of him, hard and already leaking at the tip. He quickly turned to the page of you sprawled out on a similar looking mattress to the one he was seated on, before spitting into the palm of his hand and bringing it down to his throbbing sex. The glide was easy with the amount of saliva he’d used, building a rhythm as his eyes wandered over your beautiful curves. He couldn't help but to think about what you’d been up to these last few years, who you are now, if you still think about him at all… yeah fucking right.

God, he would have treated you so good if he had the chance, fucked that pretty little pussy until you were screaming for him to not stop, keep going, right there.

With his unused hand he brought the bottom hem of his shirt up and under his chin so he wouldn't make a mess on the only clean shirt he had in a three mile radius, but also so he could get a better visual, now picturing your mouth around his cock instead of his heavily ringed hand. The way your pretty plump lips would wrap around him, taking him all the way back into your throat as spit falls from the sides, your eyes watering as they look up at him. What did him in was the memory of that last moment he had with you when his nose was buried in your hair, strawberries and cream had his toes curling in his boots as his creamy cum dripped over his knuckles and down his silver rings, some even splashing onto his happy trail as low moans of your name left his lips.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

One week later

The last place you ever thought you’d find yourself, was back in Hawkins. But your aunt called your mother in a panic, she was going through a messy divorce and she needed to make this thanksgiving special for your two younger cousins who were more than likely going to feel the brunt of the new change.

So of course, you and your mom packed up and flew to Hawkins to spend thanksgiving in the little town you’ve tried so hard to leave behind.

Two days here and you already remember why you missed it so much, although you love the big city and all it has to offer you’re really just a small town girl at heart, always have been.

“Hey, there you are sweetie. Can you do me the biggest favor and run to Melvald’s? Your aunt is about to have a nervous breakdown over her cherry pie, it’s just not baking right…do you think you can grab a few?” Your mom asks as she leans against the doorway of the guest bedroom you’re staying in.

“Yeah sure, but it’s the day before thanksgiving, you think they’ll still have some?” You ask as you stand up from your lying position on the bed.

“Well it wouldn’t hurt to check?”

“Of course not.” You agree with a peppy smile as you assess yourself over in the mirror attached to the big dresser.

“Do you want to take her car?” She asks with a grateful smile.

“No, I could use the walk.”

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You stroll down the bakery at melvalds, placing three pies in your little hand held grocery basket; cherry, pumpkin and pecan before turning around and making your way down a random aisle, but what you see or rather who made you stop quick in your tracks.

Eddie.

You haven’t seen him in five years and it shows, his hair is longer, shoulders broader but still wrapped up in leather. You stand there unable to move, unable to take your eyes off of your old best friend, the guy you had it bad for since sixth grade.

His head snaps towards you at the sudden realization he’s being watched, you see the futures on his face go from utterly confused to shocked in a matter of seconds. Brown eyes widening into large pools of chocolate.

“A-Angel?”

Angel, you hadn’t heard that nickname since your junior year. It was something you were predominantly called in Hawkins and were grateful it didn’t follow you out to California. But standing here now, listening to it fall from his perfect lips, you realize just how much you’ve missed hearing it.

“Eddie.” You clutch at the small basket in your hand, as you shoot him a bashful smile. You didn’t know what to say. “Hey, how ya been? Sorry I never returned your phone call and totally let our friendship disintegrate into thin air.” It’s not that you didn’t want to talk to him, but the pain you had gone through leaving him behind was too much to bear and in your young mind you thought it would be easier to quit him cold turkey, so to speak. Was it a shitty, selfish plan? Absolutely. But you knew the inevitable would happen and he’d get a girlfriend he was over the moon for and would brag to you about how much he knows ‘she’s the one’ and you just couldn’t take that blow to your heart. So you never called back. Put all your time and energy into school and new friends, dating here and there but never being able to fall for anyone the way you did for him.

“H-how have you been?” Eddie stumbles, trying to break the awkward tension. He can’t seem to look you in your eyes and you can’t help but to mistake his nervousness for anger, you wouldn’t hold it against him if he held some sort of resentment for you and your fleeting friendship.

“I’ve been okay, back in town for a couple weeks so that’s nice…” you try your best not to grimace at your words, this whole interaction feels so…different. You hate how you had once been able to talk to him about anything, to now have no clue how to speak to him.

You want the ground to swallow you whole.

“Yeah, um you look great by the way.” His eyes finally meet yours again, they hold contact for at least a few seconds before they shift down to your exposed midriff and the tops of your thighs that peek out from beneath your brown plaid mini skirt.

“Hey, I’m um well me and Wayne are having a pre thanksgiving dinner tonight, since he’s working a double tomorrow for ya know the holiday pay. Anyway, do you wanna maybe come by? He always asks about you.” His cheeks turn rosy from his rambling and the unnecessary information he’s now kicking himself for adding in there.

“Oh, um yeah. Yeah I’d love to!” The smile you beam up at him could bring him to his knees in an instant. The smile he beams down at you has your heart fluttering anew.

“Do you mind taking me to my Aunt Cindy’s to drop these pies off, and then we can head back to your place?” The basket sways in your hands as you hold it up in question.

“Yeah, she still lives in Loch Nora, right? 1310?” His remembrance of little details from years ago goes straight to your heart and maybe a tad between your legs.

You swiftly nod your head as Eddie puts the remaining ingredients for what looks to be Wayne’s famous Mac and cheese into the buggy, before you both walk side by side to the register.

The checkout process is silent as the cashier rings you both up separately, aside from the happy greetings and small talk from the nice lady, but you don’t miss the little glances Eddie shoots at you from the corner of his eyes, as if the next time he looks you’ll be gone. You can’t help but to think maybe he’s not so mad at you after all, I mean he wouldn’t invite you back to his place if he was, right?

The car ride to your Aunts house was filled with more silence mixed with the metal music Eddie had playing in the background while his fingers drummed incessantly on the steering wheel. It seemed to be more out of nervousness, as the side glances continued and if you weren’t mistaken you’d say he was looking at your thighs rather hungrily. You could feel that pull in your lower belly, that fire you used to get while hanging out with him as if you had to squeeze your legs together to get any sort of relief. Fuck, why are you torturing yourself like this?

After dropping the pies off and your mom quickly catching up with Eddie, you hop back into his van and head to forest hills.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

“Well look who it is. How are ya kid? Haven’t seen you in…what’s it been? Four or five years now?” The older man asks before bringing you in for a hug. Wayne was like the father you never had when you lived in Hawkins, as your actual father was always at work or bringing his work home with him. You couldn't help it when your eyes welled with tears at all of the memories you had in this trailer and with these two men who still seem to mean the world to you.

Dinner went smoother than you could’ve expected, the food was good and the conversation was even better. You all seemed to fall back into your usual banter, especially you and Eddie, it was almost as if no time had passed, like you never even left.

Finally after all the food and beer had been eaten and sipped, Wayne gets up from the table before slipping on his work boots that sit by the front door.

“Well, I gotta head out. You kids be good ya hear? It was nice seeing you sweetheart.” Wayne says before wrapping you up in another bear hug, and then he was off leaving you and Eddie back in that awkward silence, but not for long—

“D-do you still smoke?” Eddie asks as he nervously plays with his hair, wrapping it around his ringed finger then letting it fall back into place.

“Duh, you think just cause I moved to L.A. I stopped smoking? They’re even worse out there.” You say as you nervously shift on your feet.

“Well I just thought since you no longer had the best dealer in town, you’d quit or something.” Eddie instantly regrets his words and his weird attempt at flirting, but when you giggle and playfully roll your eyes at him that feeling dissipates from his mind completely.

“Lead the way, handsome.” You purr, causing Eddie’s breath to hitch. You had never called him cute or handsome before and now he thinks if he plays his cards right he may actually have a chance with you, whatever you were willing to give him he’d take with a smile on his face.

You follow closely behind him before he opens his door for you, standing with his back up against it motioning for you to go first, still the perfect gentleman.

The only light in the room was coming from the kitchen and the soft moonlight peeking in through his makeshift curtains, so you saunter over to his night stand and turn on his lamp, the yellow light causes you to squint your eyes as they adjust to the brightness. You begin taking in any new details not noticing much, before your eyes fall to his bed.

You and Eddie both stop in your tracks and now he’s the one who wants the ground to swallow him whole. How could he forget that there? How could he be so stupid? He wouldn’t blame you if you cursed him out, called him a freak and a creep and left. But when his hazy eyes find yours, he can see a smile forming on your lips but he can’t tell if it’s from flattery or if you're going to laugh and tease him.

“I um, I meant to put that up.” He admits as his face grows beet red, he rubs at the back of his neck as he tries to gauge any kind of reaction from you.

“Did you like it?” If Eddie hadn’t been watching your every move he might’ve missed the soft whisper of your voice. That question however caught him completely off guard, he could feel his cock begin to stir as you walked over to him, now almost chest to chest.

“Uh, what?” He urged as he shook his head from side to side, brown waves swaying back and forth with every move as if he hadn't heard you right.

“I said… did you like what you saw?” Your eyes are big and innocent, a pout forms on your lips as your hand reaches up to touch his chest. Eddie feels like he can’t breath, you're touching him and he can’t fucking breath because he’s thought of this moment for years, and its happening.

“I did, I r-really did.” He confirms as he licks his plump pink lips, before giving you a nervous smile as if he still couldn't believe this was happening.

“Did you touch yourself to my pictures Eddie?” You whisper as your hand moves lower down his abdomen, making your way to the top of his jeans.

“Mhm, yeah I did.” He admits, causing you to send him a salacious smile, fingers beginning to fidget with his handcuff buckle.

“Well I’ve touched myself thinking about you plenty of times, so I guess it’s only fair.” You shrug, slipping your digits under his shirt and rubbing them through the tuft of hair that sits just above denim.

“You-you have?” Okay, you have to be fucking with him now, there’s no way you have played with yourself thinking about him.

“I have for a very long time.” You admit, vague but the look on your face tells him you’re serious. You have thought about him like that and his dick couldn’t stiffen any harder in his jeans, if it tried.

“Fuck princess, so have I…want you so bad.” His hands move to your hips, first a gentle graze before his grip tightens possessively.

“Then take me, Eddie.” You whisper into the plump skin of his pink lips before they’re on you, soft and pliant. It starts off sweet and full of love before it becomes hot and needy, tongues interlocking with passion as you take in the taste of cigarettes and the sweetness of the marshmallows and brown sugar from the candied yams Eddie had shoveled into his mouth earlier, not typically your favorite but on Eddie it was.

You break the kiss causing him to whimper before quickly discarding your brown knit sweater over your head, throwing it onto some unknown surface in his messy bedroom. His eyes widen as he takes in your bare breasts as if he hadn’t been jerking off to pictures of them all week, but seeing them up close and in person was a different experience entirely. 

You bring your lips back to his, heavy breathes and moans fall between your mouths as Eddie turns your body slightly, knees buckling on the edge of his bed before you both fall back onto his lumpy mattress. A sharp gasp and that giggle falls from your lips and Eddie can’t help but to take in every crease and dimple on your face, smiling down at you as if he lived and breathed to make you smile, as if seeing you happy in turn made him happier. You know now, there is no denying that this love that is surging between your bodies has been there all along, you were both just too stubborn and self deprecating to see it. 

“God, you’re beautiful.” Eddie whispers into your cheek before his lips begin a trail down your jaw line and onto your neck, soft kisses that make you squirm and shift as if he’s teasing you, aching to see you break, to hear you beg him for more, more, more. 

But what flies out of your mouth instead, has him detaching from your skin to look back into your eyes and then down at your lips, as if he needs to see how you look as you mouth those words to him. “I love you, Eddie.” 

It drips from your tongue so earnest and sincere that it has him breaking all resolve, he swallows harshly, your eyes fall to where his Adam’s apple bobs causing your stomach to sink. You make a move to push him off and sit up before stuttering over your words, trying to assert some kind of damage control to save yourself from humiliation but Eddie doesn’t budge, you dare look back into his eyes scared to see what you’d find but when you do, you see nothing but pure adoration and love, it causes you to furrow your brows in confusion as you and Eddie stare into eachothers eyes, souls bare and ready for what follows. 

“I love you angel, I always have.” Falls so sweetly from his lips and you can’t help but to hold onto every single word tightly as if they’d float away from your mindseye, forever. 

It's what you’d always wanted to hear, he loves you, he’s always loved you. 

You don’t put much more thought into it before you’re yanking off his mercyful fate band shirt, throwing it off to land in the sea of clothes that would eventually become his floor. 

You eye his tattoos, new and old before slowly tracing them with your index finger. Eddie watches you with a deep set smile, the one that perfectly displays his dimples. He slightly jerks when you move on from the demon on his left pec and down to his nipple, lightly circling it, before bringing the pad of your digit to the silver barbell nestled there, ever so gently swirling as you pull a whimper from his lips. 

“Is it sensitive?” You ask with the ghost of a smirk on your face, already knowing the answer.

“Mhm, very. Feels really good.” He chokes out between huffs.

“Can I lick it?” The look on your face is pure desperation, how could he deny you something you're clearly begging for with your eyes. 

“You want to?” His face is full of surprise as if it’s the first time anyone has ever paid any attention to his nipples and you just can’t help but to think what a shame that is. 

“Wanna do everything with you.” You whisper before bringing your face closer to his chest, eyes on his as your dark lashes flutter up at him, lips pressed together before you give his nipple a quick blow of cool air, his eyes shut as he hums in delight. 

“Need an answer before I put my tongue on you, pretty boy.” Words dripping with mock confidence as your insides flutter with nerves. 

“Yes baby, you can lick me wherever you want.” He rushes out, so needy for whatever you’re willing to give him.

Without another thought you flick your tongue across the pink bud and silver jewelry before wrapping your lips around it, giving one good suck before you move on to his other nipple, both decorated and equally making you drip between your thighs. 

“Oh fuck, that feels…so good.” Eddie hums as his eyes shut tight, enjoying the sensation you’re bringing him, he jerks his hips in anticipation and the rough denim catches on your clit, a moan bubbles up and out of your throat as he continues his movements, his hungry eyes moving down towards where your lower half meets his, your white cotton panties on full display for him as they perfectly outline your lower lips, wet patch glistening in the low light of his room. He half expected you to wear some little lace number but something about the white cotton brings him back to the nights he’d stay over at your house when your parents were out of town. He’d catch a glimpse of them in your hamper and it took every ounce of him not to look, not to touch, not to smell but goddamn did he want to.

“Already so wet for me.” The words sink into your skin as he places kisses around your neck, desperately trying to stave off marking you as his, at least not until you’re asking, begging.

“Just need you inside me Ed’s.” You whine as you now begin to rock your hips into his, bodies moving and rutting into each other in tandem as moans fill the stale air of his bedroom. 

“No baby, not yet…no need to rush, we have all night.” His voice is deep and husky as he throws you a wink before swiftly peeling your panties down your lower body, leaving them to dangle off of your right foot as if he was just too desperate to fully remove them, you clench around nothing at the thought and Eddie doesn’t miss it as he looks down onto your pussy with complete wonder in his eyes.

“She’s so fucking pretty.” He whispers, making your face heat up from the praise of your sex, you wanted to squirm and snap your legs shut at the attention. Sure, you’ve done these types of poses for pictures as photographers, lighting directors and wardrobe designers looked on. But, something about being underneath Eddie and him looking at you, like really looking at you, made you feel so unbelievably vulnerable, like his opinion is the only one in the world that matters to you. 

“Want you to sit on my face baby,” his voice is needy, practically begging with his puppy dog eyes “want this pretty pussy to suffocate me.” He grits, the way he almost growls his request has a shiver running down your spine. You nod rapidly, allowing him to lay down before you’re swinging your leg over his head to nestle yourself right over his awaiting mouth. The first lick through your folds has you whimpering, hands falling to his chest just to have something to hold onto. The feeling of his warm, soft lips on your pussy is addicting but his tongue that dips out to flick over your clit and into your fluttering hole is down right diabolical, you can’t help but to move your hips side to side, giving him just what he wants as you bury his face deeper into your cunt. 

He’s enjoying every minute of it with the groans and expletives that muffle from his mouth, as well as the front row seat you have to the tent in his black denim jeans. 

Your curiosity was getting the better of you as you continued to eye his bulge; you needed to see him, taste him, touch him, so you lay flat against the metalheads chest, bringing your hands up to tussle with the handcuff buckle Eddie was still sporting all these years later. 

He gasps from underneath you, his hands moving from your hips down to the globes of your ass, taking handfuls as you unbutton and unzip his jeans— you hear a faint “oh fuck” when you begin pulling both denim and plaid polyester down to gather at his knees. His cock springs up, hitting his stomach in an almost comical way that makes you wanna giggle, his tip is cherry red, blue veins run along the sides and clear beads of precum bubble out of the slit. He’s big and pretty, so pretty. 

You take him into your hand, touching it as if it were some kind of delicacy, you want to memorize every vain, every ridge and dip as your hands enclose around it. You squeeze around the base creating more beads making the others drip over and down the mushroom tip. 

You can’t take it anymore as your mouth waters with hunger, you take him between your lips licking and sucking at the flushed skin before moving further down and burying him deep in your throat. 

“Mmff.” The vibrations from his groans make you shudder as you continue to bob your head, creating a steady pace as you cup his balls and use your unoccupied hand to twist on his shaft. 

Eddie gives a quick slap to your ass cheek before he’s tapping your leg which you take as your signal to get off, and you do. 

“Fuck angel, I need you to stop before I come down your throat.” He says as if it’s a bad idea, like you wouldn’t love to swallow every drop he gives you. 

He can tell by the look in your eyes that that’s exactly what you want, but he only has one place for his come in mind—

“I need to fuck you full baby, I’ll let you swallow another time.” He says in absolute glee as if he's silently preparing to give you what you want in the hopefully near future. 

Eddie quickly grabs the backs of your thighs, catching you off guard and making you yelp as you fall onto your back on the mattress, but once you’re laid flat he doesn’t let go, pulling you down so that your butt is almost hanging off the edge. His eyes are blown wide with lust as he grabs his cock and gives it a couple strokes before tapping the head on your clit, he throws you a devilish smirk when you moan from the action. 

“You ready princess?” The flushed look on your face and lustful gaze would’ve been enough of an answer, but Eddie had to wait for any kind of verbal confirmation before proceeding, “mhm, very.” You finally speak up, voice demure but the look in your eyes still shined with glazed over desire. 

“Hold onto me baby, want you close.” Eddie whispered as his tip began to sheathe itself inside of your drenched hole. 

Your hands instantly went to the nape of Eddie’s neck, before you began dragging them down, placing gentle caresses down his back. The soft touches and feeling of your tightness wrapped around his cock had his eyes rolling back and mouth agape in pleasure. 

He felt like a virgin with you, nervous like he was going to blow his load entirely too fast but also scared to make one wrong move, he didn’t want to fuck anything up. He never had to worry about this kind of stuff; as far as Eddie was concerned, chicks came and went and he never had to make any kind of impressions to make them stay, you were different and that fucking terrified him. 

But once you rub your nose on his like a cute little kitten and bat your lashes up at him as if to tell him he could push in further, all those debilitating thoughts leave his mind, giving over to you; your scent that fucking strawberries and cream, your taste of slight cigarettes that he knew was from him; that thought drove him wild, and the sight of your beautiful lips open in a perfect “o” from the overt satisfaction he was bringing you. 

One last thrust had his cock completely buried inside your walls, wet and already gripping him like a vice, he wasn't going to last long with all the sensations you were bringing him. It had his head spinning, making him so fucking dizzy with lust. 

In his determination to get you as close as he was, he stopped his small thrusts to spit a glob of saliva onto your clit before roughly thrusting in and rubbing his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves, simultaneously.

“Oh my god!” you shouted with a feminine squeak, making Eddie smirk cockily all while thrusting faster while his thumb continued to form tight circles.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He growls as his brown doe eyes bore into yours, watching as you lose yourself to that overwhelming arousal that was burning in your lower half. Eddie swiftly lifted your legs bringing them to your chest, the new angle had him hitting that little pleasure button hidden deep inside of you, head on. Whimpers and pleads fell from your mouth as your legs began to shake so intensely, you thought they'd lock up for good. 

Your cunt was pulsating so fiercely around Eddie that he had to remind himself to breathe, everything felt too good and he could tell he wouldn't be able to hold out any longer, no matter what he willed his mind to distract him with. 

“Im so fucking close baby, come here.” He groans, bringing his arms underneath your body and gripping you in a tight hug before yanking you up so you were practically seated on his lap, all while he was still nestled deep inside of you; then began bouncing you on his cock as if you weighed nothing. You were babbling nonsense at this point, so close to what you could tell would be the most intense orgasm you have ever had. 

“Fuck yes, yes, please.” you moaned before Eddie captured your lips in a deep tongue filled kiss, heavy pants and mewls being passed back and forth into eachothers mouths making the whole scene so much more ardent and passionate. 

“Oh! I'm gonna come eddie!” So close to that precipice you could practically taste it, you bounced harder on the metalhead's cock making him throw his head back while whimpers were suspended into the muggy air above. 

“Good girl, that's a good girl. Gonna come so hard for me aren't you?” He had babbled those words with so much desperation that it made you hit your high instantly, with a gush of warm liquid falling over Eddie's hairy thighs and seeping deep into his mattress. A new stain added, that would commemorate this beautiful moment between two once love sick teens turned two head over heels, adults who were ready to give all they had to each other, a second chance to do what they should have a long time ago. 

“Uh, gonna fill you up baby.” Eddie's grip tightened around you as heavy grunts were spewed from his pink swollen and slick lips.

The come down was filled with cuddles and kisses, as Eddie pulled you closer into his chest holding you against him as if you were the most precious thing he’d ever had in his grasp. 

“You should be my date for Thanksgiving dinner.” You murmured as you burrowed deeper into Eddie's shirtless pecs.

“Mm, I should?” He responded with a playful lilt, as if he wasn't praying you'd ask him. You gave him a little nod as you bit at your lip, a hopeful gaze in your eyes. 

“And then after maybe we can talk about me moving back to Hawkins.” 

T A G L I S T

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[rosygaze]

i think we’re alone now

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader

synopsis: you and eddie are experts at hiding your relationship but your friends would say otherwise.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, secret relationships, cursing

word count: 3.2k+

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Lucas Sinclair was excited.

The entire year he’d been on the bench waiting patiently for a turn on those hardwood floors. He was there every practice, training just as hard as if he was even close to being on the starting lineup. He was there for every game, feet tapping with anxious excitement whenever his coach would look his way. Only for him to call the teammate beside him.

Any other person would’ve been discouraged by the second game but Lucas was determined. Something in his gut told him that today was the day.

The game was just about to start any minute now and the air inside the gym was electric. Lucas bounced on the balls of his feet in an attempt to keep his body warm and ready for action. He turned and saw his friends sitting on the bleachers right behind him.

Max, Dustin, Mike, Erica, and Steve all sat beside each other. Dustin gave him a toothy grin and two thumbs up and Max smiled at him in a way that made his heart race. Robin was off on the other side, sitting with the rest of the band. The one he was most surprised to see was Eddie. His feelings towards the basketball team weren’t exactly a secret. The only thing the Hawkins Tigers and the Hellfire Club had in common was their equal hatred for each other.

Somehow, you convinced the Dungeon Master to come tonight. Stating that it was only fair that Eddie supported all of his “little sheepies” no matter what. Whatever magic spell you cast on him worked, but that didn’t stop Eddie from looking completely bored and annoyed though.

Speaking of, Lucas noticed you weren’t here. He craned his neck but he couldn’t spot you anywhere. You hadn’t missed a game the entire year so he was a bit worried.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure running through the doors of the gym. Lucas sighed when he saw you hurrying to join your friends. You were mumbling your apologies to the other audience members as you awkwardly shuffled in the small walking space.

Instead of taking the nearest open seat beside Dustin, Lucas watched you continue your shuffling until you reached the open seat beside Eddie. The metalhead’s previously annoyed demeanor melted away as soon as he laid eyes on you. Lucas’ brow raised when he saw the two of you greet each other with wide smiles and soft glances.

He had never seen Eddie smile that way before.

When you were able to pull your attention away from Eddie, you looked in his direction and gave him a big wave. “Go Lucas!” You yelled, not caring about the weird looks you got for cheering on a benchwarmer. Eddie was looking at you the same way Lucas knew he looked at Max whenever she sniped at a mouth breather.

Before he could think about that any further, a loud whistle cut through the air.

Game time.

Robin Buckley was bored.

Tuesdays were always quiet at Family Video. Everyone was too busy with their jobs or school to take the time to choose the perfect movie for the night. She was stuck watching the clock, willing for 4 P.M. to come faster. Steve wasn’t even here to keep her company today. How else was she going to make the time pass if she couldn’t annoy her favorite dingus until closing time?

All of a sudden, the bell rang and you walked into the store.

“Hey, Robs.” You greeted.

“Finally! An actual human being!” Robin shouted into the empty store. Her voice echoed through the aisles of videotapes. You laughed.

“Figured you might be lonely so I thought I’d visit.” Crossing the entrance, you stopped in front of the counter. “Also, I needed to return some tapes.”

“Give it here.” Robin patted the countertop and you plopped your paper bag on top of it. You watched Robin take the tapes out and stack them into a pile. She typed your name into the computer and looked at your stack, taking inventory. Robin’s eyes narrowed when she realized that three of the tapes weren’t showing under your name. “Some of these aren’t in your file.”

“Oh, I forgot.” You slapped a palm on your forehead.  “Those are Eddie’s.”

“Eddie’s?” Robin’s head snapped up. She heard how your voice sounded softer when you said his name.

“Yeah, he heard that I was visiting you today and asked me to bring over his tapes too. Said he didn’t want to pay the late fees again.” You waved your hand in the air dismissively.

“Hmm.” Robin turned back to the computer to hide the knowing smirk growing on her face.

“Something wrong?” You checked on your tapes, thinking that you’d broken something on your drive here.  

“Nothing.” She said quickly and a bit too high-pitched for her liking. One last hit to the ‘Enter’ button and Robin gave you a big smile. “You’re all good.”

“Thanks, Robs. You wanna watch a movie? Your boss won’t mind if I stick around right?” You pushed yourself up onto the counter.

“Nah, he won’t care. Just bat your eyelashes at him and he’d probably hire you on the spot.” Robin blinked at you furiously in a terrible attempt at looking flirtatious.

“Haha.” You said, dryly. “Go pick us a movie or I’m leaving.” Your arm extended, pointing at the aisles.

“Yes, ma’am.” Robin saluted at you. Her gaze glanced down to your wrist. “Nice bracelet.”

“Thanks.” You shook your wrist, showing off your little collection.

Robin wasn’t talking about the pink bangle or the dainty gold chain. She had her eyes set on the black leather band that clearly didn’t belong with the others. The same black leather band she had definitely seen on Eddie’s wrist last week.

Dustin Henderson was impatient.

It had been 20 minutes since Eddie said he would pick him up from the library. He watched every car that passed by with hawk eyes but there was still no sign of the beat-up van that his older friend loved to drive. When another mini-van zoomed past, Dustin rolled his eyes and put the walkie up to his mouth.

“Eddie, this is Dustin. Where are you? Over.” He released the button but only got static in response. He pressed the button again. “I swear to god if you forgot about me, you’re on your own for the next session!” Dustin hissed into the walkie.

An elderly woman passed by, giving him a curious look. Dustin smiled at her politely. When she was out of hearing distance, Dustin yelled into the walkie again.

“Eddie, what the fu-”

“Slow your roll, Henderson. I’m almost there.” Eddie’s gruff voice crackled through the speaker. In the distance, Dustin could basically hear rubber burning as Eddie sped down the pavement. Not even a few seconds later, the white van came barrelling down the quiet streets of Downtown Hawkins.

Dustin stomped over to the van and threw the door open. “Took you long enough.” He grumbled and slid into the seat.

“Got caught up with something.” Eddie stepped on the gas.

“Yeah? What’s their name?” Dustin joked.

“Your mom.”

“Dude!” Dustin’s mouth dropped open.

“Walked straight into that one, bud. Sorry.” Eddie smirked and reached over to ruffle his curly hair affectionately.

“Because of that little comment, I’m picking the music today.” He aggressively turned on the radio and was immediately bombarded with the familiar tune of ‘Like a Virgin’. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Were you listening to pop radio?”

“Maybe I was. What’s it to you?” Eddie took his eyes off the road for a second to give him a challenging look, Madonna’s voice echoing against the metal walls. Dustin held his hands up. “Nothing! I think it’s pretty cool for you to expand your music tastes.”

“Yeah okay, kiss ass. I got tapes over there.” Eddie stretched a finger and pointed at the dashboard.

Dustin opened the dash and saw the small collection of tapes that Eddie had hidden. He gathered them up and put them on his lap, scanning through the different plastic cases. One tape stood out to him. Among the sea of black and red tapes, was a singular pink tape. He picked it up and saw the handwritten scribbles on the front—a cluster of hearts surrounding two sets of initials in the center.

Eddie’s. And yours.

Dustin smiled. He was about to open the case when Eddie grabbed one of the tapes.

“Too slow! I’m playing this.” Eddie opened the plastic case with one hand and shoved the tape into the radio.

“Hey! I said I was gonna pick!” Dustin crossed his arms and glared at daggers into the side of his head.

“You’ll like this one. Trust me.” Eddie tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the beats that were slowly creeping in. He was right, though. A minute into the song and Dustin was banging his head along with him.

Nancy Wheeler was frustrated.

This was the third time this week that her car had broken down. The past two times she could get it to work again but this time it wouldn’t budge. She sighed and swiped her hand across her forehead, wiping away the sweat that built while she tried everything to get the damned car to start.

Nancy paused, taking a minute to think. Jonathan was way too far and on the other side of town. Robin didn’t know how to drive so she was out of the question. She wouldn’t even dare ask Steve for help.

Wait.

She took in her surroundings and realized that she couldn’t be more than a 10-minute walk from the local car shop where a certain Eddie Munson worked. Nancy’s luck just might be turning around. She grabbed her purse and her keys and walked quickly along the side of the road until she saw the sign for the car shop.

Once she was close enough, Nancy all but ran inside and looked for her friend’s familiar head of hair. Instead, she found you sitting on the hood of a car with a book in your lap. You looked up when you heard footsteps coming in and gave Nancy a big smile.

“Hi, Nance!”

“Hi,” Nancy was happy to see you of course but a bit confused to see you here. “Are you having your car fixed?”

“Nah, I’m just visiting Eds.” You closed the book in your lap, marking the page with your finger.

“Oh,” She thought it was a bit weird. You and Eddie were friends but she’d never seen the two of you alone together. “Where is he by the way? My car stopped working and I left it on the road.”

You hissed at her predicament. “He’s just getting something in the back but he should be out any second now.”

As if on cue, Eddie came strutting out of the back office with two Coke cans in hand. “A can of Coke as requested, m’lad- Oh hey, Wheeler.” Eddie cut himself off when he saw Nancy.

“Hey…” Nancy trailed off.

“You need something?” Eddie handed you the soda can. Nancy, ever observant, noticed how his fingers lingered against yours for a second too long.

“Uh, yeah. My car broke down and I need a tow.” Nancy jutted her thumb behind her.

“I’ve been telling you for weeks that you needed to let me take a look at her. Now, look what’s happened.” She rolled her eyes at Eddie’s cocky tone.

“Yeah, yeah. So, can you help me or not?”

“Course I can! Lemme start the truck.” Eddie whipped out the keys from his pocket. He turned back to you. “I’ll be back in a jiff. You’ll be okay here?”

“Mhmm,” You nodded. “Go help, Nance.”

He nodded at you and walked towards the truck. Nancy noted how you stared after Eddie’s retreating form. Looking down, you shyly brushed your hair behind your ear. She was about to ask you what was up between the two of you when she was cut off by the sound of the engine spurring to life.

“Chop chop, Wheeler! I don’t have all day!” Eddie slapped his palm against the metal door and stuck his head out the window, his loud voice ringing through the garage.

Nancy rolled her eyes again.

Steve Harrington was drunk.

Or at least he was getting there.

Yes, his King Steve days were long gone. And yes, he would rather fight a demogorgon again than spend another minute with Tommy H. and Carol, but he did miss the occasional party game sometimes. Which is why he occasionally held parties for his little group of misfit friends.

Steve had his hand in the air, the ball gripped loosely in between his fingers. He shook out his wrist to relax the muscles. His eyes were target locked on the cup and he threw the ball. It made an arch in the air before missing the cup by inches, the ball bouncing off the edge of the table and clattering to the floor.

“Damnit!” He exclaimed.

“I thought you were supposed to be good at this game.” You joked, fiddling with the ball in your hand. You’d taken Eddie’s place when he excused himself to get his “special stash” and Steve was losing to you. Badly. You threw the ball again and it landed perfectly into the cup.

Steve groaned. “And I thought you were going to be bad at this. Isn’t this your first time playing beer pong?”

“Yup. Now, drink up.” You smirked. The drink burned Steve’s throat as it went down.

“I’m gonna get you.” Steve pointed at you.

“You beating his ass?” Eddie had finally rejoined the two of you, metal lunchbox in hand.

“To a pulp.” You beamed at him.

Steve glared at you and grabbed the ball. He shook out the cloudiness that was starting to tunnel his vision. By sheer luck, the ball went into the cup. “Ha! I got you. Now, you drink up.” He pointed a finger at you.

Almost instantly, Eddie grabbed the cup and chugged the drink. Once he was done, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He met Steve’s confused look and shrugged. “She doesn’t like alcohol.” Eddie looked at you and you smiled at him gratefully.

Steve knew that move. He’d seen enough happy couples in his life to know how to tell when two people were together. There were the subtle touches, the lingering looks, always finding a way to be near each other. Drinking for your partner during beer pong because they don't drink themselves

No. Steve was no idiot. He knew exactly what was going on when you and Eddie slyly slid out of the room when you thought no one was looking.

Eddie stood close behind you and whispered in your ear to follow him. His warm breath made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You looked around at your friends and checked if anyone had seen him but they were all too busy with their own conversations to notice. Eddie had slipped out of the room first. You counted to ten before leaving the room yourself and closing the door behind you.

Once you got outside, the cold Indiana air bit your cheeks. Eddie stood a couple of feet away from the door where he knew the two of you wouldn’t be seen if someone would come out. Even in dark with just the blue pool lights from the Harrington pool, you saw how Eddie’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw you. He opened his arms and you all but ran into them.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist and you were pulled flush against his chest. You nuzzled into him, feeling warmth return to your body. He kissed your temple with an exaggerated ‘mwah’. You braced yourself on his shoulders and looked up at him.

“Hey there, beautiful.” Eddie said, ever the smooth-talker.

“Hi.” You replied.

“You looked so hot playing beer pong.” He played with the hem of your shirt.

“Well, I learned from the best.”

“Yeah? And who’s that?” He furrowed his brows but the playful glint never left his eyes.

“My amazing, talented, and handsome boyfriend.” You tugged on the ends of his hair by his chin. You watched the corners of his lips tug up into a smirk.

“You have a boyfriend? Shit. I was gonna ask you out.” Eddie pretended to be devastated, pouting those full lips and everything.

“I’m taken, sorry.”

“Lucky guy.” He wiggled his brows and made you giggle. The sound made him pull you even closer to him. Not wanting a single inch of space between you.

“I think I’m pretty lucky, too.” You cupped his cheek and rubbed small, affectionate circles with your thumb. Eddie leaned into your touch and pressed his lips against the pad of your thumb.

“I missed you.” He pressed his forehead against yours.

“We were literally in the same room a minute ago.” You smiled despite your teasing.

“Yeah, but I couldn’t touch you.” He sounded so sad that it made your heart pang. When you and Eddie finally got together a month ago, you’d decided to keep it a secret from your friends. Not because you didn’t trust them. No, you’d trust any of them to save your life from interdimensional beings.

There was just something about your relationship with Eddie that you wanted to keep to yourselves. You two were living in this magical bubble. As if you two were the only people in the world. You wanted to hold onto that magic for as long as you could but you both knew that the bubble had to pop at some point.

“We should just tell them.” You whispered.

“I know. I’m surprised they haven’t found out already.” Eddie dropped his head to your shoulder and nuzzled his face in your neck.

“It was nice to just keep things to ourselves though.” You scratched his scalp lightly.

“Yeah. The hiding was kinda hot too.” He kissed your neck. A shiver ran down your spine and you were sure that Eddie knew since you could feel his smug smirk against your skin.

“Settle down, Romeo. Our friends are here.” You slapped his shoulder playfully.

“I’ll just have to wait until we get home then.” Eddie tickled your sides, making you squeal. His heart soared. He knew it was way too early in your relationship to be thinking about the L-word but he knew that was something he was starting to feel for you. When he finally relented, you were out of breath. Eddie noticed your hair had gone messy from your wiggling and he brushed it away from your face. With your cheeks cupped in his big hands, he looked into your eyes. “We’ll tell them.”

“Soon.” You nodded.

Eddie ducked down and pressed his lips against yours. You sighed in relief, feeling any sort of tension leave your body the second he kissed you. His hands tilted your head so he could deepen the kiss. Kissing Eddie just felt right.

Being with Eddie was right.

You brought your hand up to hold Eddie’s wrist, squeezing it three times slowly. Three times to say the three words you were too scared to say out loud just yet. It was way too soon anyways. You’d tell him one day.

Behind you, the party raged on. Pop music was blaring from the speakers. The soundtrack for the tender moment between you and your boyfriend. When the lyrics came in, the two of you chuckled into the kiss.

I think we’re alone now….

There doesn’t seem to be anyone around…

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[chxrrysangel]

Night Visits

Eddie has been known to climb trees, especially ones that lead to a certain best friend’s bedroom window. He’s also been know to be quite skilled with his fingers.

Pairing | perv!eddie x (f) best friend!reader

Warnings | 18+ MINORS DNI, innocence kink, corruption kink, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, honorifics, Eddie talks a lot about cum idk, religious imagery, inexperienced!reader

Word count | let’s just say smedium for now

Technically Part One

Eddie took a short assessment of the large oak tree, testing its sturdy branches under his weight before making the climb. It seemed safe…enough. Tying up his hair into a makeshift ponytail, so as not to get caught in the bark, he made his ascend to your second story window. He thanked Ozzy for the barely there streetlights in your neighborhood, making it much easier to be stealthy without the watchful eye of passer-bys.

The soft glow of your bedside lamp illuminated your bedroom, reminding him of home. The lampshade created a shape akin to a halo over your features, which Eddie thought was quite fitting. He did the signature knock against the glass, alerting you to his presence. Your lips sported matching smiles as the window came up, letting in the cool breeze that carried Eddie’s signature scent. He smelled like evergreen trees, sandalwood, and weed if you stood close enough. And vanilla. His shampoo smelled like vanilla.

“Eds, it’s so late. What are you doing here?”

“I can’t come to see my favorite person?”, he retorts as he climbs through the window. His cow eyes scan your room, taking in the changes since the last time he was here. You plopped down onto your bed, watching him spin around.

“Now I didn’t say that. But it is a Saturday night, I’ve got church in the morning.” His mouth forms on ‘o’ shape in understanding. If there’s one thing you’ll commit to, it’s the church. It was quite endearing to him how devout you are, which made his plans for you all the more enticing.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to make this a sleepover,” he grins knowingly, mischief evident in his tone.

His eyes glance over to your purple alarm clock, noting the time. 11:43 pm. He makes himself comfortable beside you on the bed, inching closer every so often. You try to ignore him, attempting to focus on the book you were reading. At least it worked a little bit, until you felt a ghostly fingertip creep up your bare thigh.

“Yes, Eddie? Can I help you?” He looked almost angelic, if it weren’t for the hunger in his eyes.

“No. Not at all, sweetheart. Keep reading, don’t mind me.”

Except now you couldn’t. The words on the page blurred while you felt his fingertips move further up your legs. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, nerves getting the best of you.

“You know I’ve been thinking about that night every day since?”, your best friend confessed.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, working up the courage to look him in the eye.

“Yeah?”

Your voice was just barely above a whisper, unable to speak louder for fear of it cracking. His fingertips didn’t stop dancing along your inner thigh, making it rather hard to focus. He nodded, hunger in his eyes still.

“You look like you wanna eat me, Eds.” He smiled sweetly, a stark contrast to the thoughts running through his head.

“Trust me, I want to.” He leaned in close, whispering the words in your ear.

His hand gripped the hem of your shorts, pulling lightly. He was a tease and he knew that. But the way your pupils dilated with need at every touch made it all worth torturing you.

“Do you wanna do what we did again?” You nodded fervently, not caring if you came on too strong. Eddie liked that about you, how eager you were. It was…sweet. Eddie bypassed the hem of your shorts, feeling for the wet spot on your underwear he knew would be present. The metalhead m smiled to himself, enjoying how easily you become putty in his hands. Slowly he dragged his fingertips over your slit, rubbing your clit through the thin material. He watched your hips push against his hand, making him chuckle quietly.

“You like when I do that, yeah?” Something akin to a yes was muttered under your breath, too focused on the circling of his fingers. You were almost too cute to corrupt. Almost.

“More, Eddie. More.” Now who was Eddie to deny you? He peppered soft kisses across your bare shoulders and collarbones before making his way down the length of your body. Just the thought of what he was about to do to you made his cock leak.

~~~

Your sex glistened in the soft light, wet with arousal. Eddie tried not to stare but fuck, he thought, you had such a pretty pussy. He glanced at you from the foot of the bed, taking notice of your shallow breathing and wet lips. Such a needy girl, he thought. Not breaking eye contact, he flattened his tongue to lick a stripe up to your clit.

The feeling was unfamiliar, but so good.

Eddie pulled your body closer to his face, forcing your thighs to spread. He started off slow, tongue meticulous but forceful. Eventually the novelty wore off, giving way to pleasure when your hips began to push towards his face of their own accord. He was like a starved man, sucking on your clit as though your body could provide all the sustenance needed to survive.

Your wetness dripped down his chin, covering his pink lips in a light sheen. It was absolutely sinful. A particularly strong motion forced a deep guttural moan from the back of your throat, perhaps too loud to be lied away if you were caught. Eddie stopped, eyes darting towards you with a certain dominance.

“Pretty girl, I know I know. But I need you to be quiet. Don’t wanna get caught now do you?”. His voice was stern enough to make you cower if it weren’t for the most charming grin you’d ever seen on his lips. It softened the blow some, but the message received.

His middle finger prodded against your entrance before slowly slipping in, meeting almost no resistance. He watched your eyes roll back, biting your lips to soften the mewls he pulled from your lips with every pump.

Eddie didn’t believe in god, but watching your precious innocence unravel as he fingered your pussy was something of an angel. He went back to lay between your thighs, teeth grazing across your clit and sucking up your juices. He chuckled lowly to himself, enjoying the way your hips met his stroking fingers to chase your orgasm.

“Eddie, please,” you begged stuttering on his name. He cooed, shushing and telling you to be good for him. Your walls fluttered around his fingers, squeezing in a way that hinted you were close. Your shallow breaths increased in frequency, feeling the tightness of an upcoming orgasm. It was just like before, only now you kind of knew what was to come. You chanted your best friend’s name into your pillow, trying your best to keep quiet but hardly being successful.

“That’s it princess, cum for me. I know you can do it.” Eddie’s praises did little to help your self control, which he realized with the way your walls fluttered at every new nickname. He watched intently as you came, not stopping his attack on your clit as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

“That’s my girl.” Slowly he pulled his fingers out, nearly cumming in his pants when his ears picked up on your soft whines. Eddie wished he had a camera in this moment, the entire scene at play worthy of being recorded. From the post-orgasm sheen on your skin and puffy bitten lips, to the slick on his fingers, he was convinced this was his haven.

Eddie sucked on his digits, relishing in the way you tasted. You were so cute like this, fucked out and he’d barely done a thing to you. Your head was clearly somewhere else, drifting while you came down back to Earth. Eddie’s erection strained against his jeans, something he would take care of at a later time. Or now, with you watching. The thought alone almost made him cum right then and there.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #perv!eddie #eddie munson x best friend reader

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: *melts into goo* I swear the vibes I get from this story and where I can go with it are a mix of Ariana Grande's "Dangerous Woman" and "I Didn't Change My Number" but Billie Eilish lol That lost song is actually where I got the title because I saw a TikTok where some did the Steddie AI followed by the lyrics "Take it out on you...and your best friend to."

So this is set in the 80s and I chose to make the reader plus size because I haven't done it before with these two and because we plus sized babes are sexy bitches ;). (All you souls, no matter your size are beautiful. Never forget that <3)

Warnings: Dominate Steddie and Sub Reader, she's not a virgin but she's definitely new to this. Everything in this story is consensual! Even though they are rough with her they do come up with a safe word and tell her she can stop if she wants (and they would! I would never write a version of these boys who wouldn't.)

There is degrading (mostly about how the reader wants to be used), spanking, choking... rough smut for sure but followed with aftercare.

Word Count: 3953

This wasn’t normal for you. You never got in trouble at school but today was just one of those days. Carol was picking on you again because of your appearance. Every day it was something different. Your hair looked flat, your clothes were hideous, or something you were reading at the lunch table made you “a dork”. 

Today, it was how fat your ass looked in your jeans. You slammed your locker shut as you turned to face her. “At least I have an ass, you ugly bitch!”

“Y/N Y/L/N!”, Ms. O’Donnell scolded. You hadn’t even noticed she was there. She sent you to the principal’s office where he gave you a week’s worth of detention after school. 

You were surprised when you entered the designated classroom to find it empty except for the teacher in charge. 

“Ah Miss Y/N, I presume. In for offensive language and bullying a fellow student. Come in and have a seat. I’m waiting on two more.” 

You flash him a soft smile as you slide into the desk in the front corner. The door opens again and fear dances through your eyes as Steve Harrington saunters in and throws himself down in a desk in the middle of the room. 

“Our very own basketball and swim star himself, Steven Harrington. Currently in detention today fooooor…”, the teacher looks at the papers in front of him. “Being caught in the girl’s bathroom. Huh. Did you get lost?”

Before he could respond, the final student entered loudly swinging the door open as he flew in. “Hey! Mr. C! How are we this fine afternoon?”

“Mr. Eddie Munson. Always a pleasure, sir. What are we in for today?”

“I may or may not have caused a disruption in the lunchroom today.”

“Mhmm. Well, since everyone is here, we can start. Detention begins at 5pm sharp and if you aren’t here on time, I do get to tell the principal who will do with you as he will.”

“Sounds sexy.”, the metalhead grins as he sits on top of a desk and crosses his legs. 

“Mr. Munson, I know you’ve heard this many, MANY times but for the new prisoners can you please…shut up.” The boy salutes him as the teacher continues. “The majority of the time, you guys will be here, SILENTLY, doing homework or reading, I really don’t care. Just be quiet. Depending on what is going on that day this week we may help out with things. The theater kids have a play on Friday and need help with the sets. As I’m sure Mr. Harrington knows, there’s also a game so the pep squad may need stuff set up.”

“Other than that, let’s just shut up and get through the week, okay?”

The first twenty minutes go by extremely slow as you try to focus on the homework in front of you. After a while, you felt someone watching, turning your head to see Steve staring at you. Something in those admittedly gorgeous brown irises sent a tingle through your body. It felt like he was trying to read you with the little information he had in front of him. 

You jumped as a loud beeping echoed through the room and a small devious smile spread across his face. 

“Shit.” The teacher pulled his beeper off his belt, furrowing his eyebrows anxiously. “That’s my wife. I’m going to make a quick call but if I come back and I catch you all talking or fucking around…” He points at the metalhead accusingly as he runs out the door. 

“Jesus Christ. I thought he would never leave.” Eddie sighed as he got up and slid into the desk in front of Steve reaching out to high five him. “Harrington. What are you in for?”

“Fucking Tammie told Ms. Luhrmann I was hiding in the girl’s bathroom.”

“You pervert.”

“It’s not what you think, ok! I left Nancy a note but she never showed up.”

“I told you, man. You need to stay away from those good girls. Speaking of…” Eddie swivels around on the desk to face you. “What are you in for, sweetheart?”

You curl a bit into your body, hoping they’ll just leave you alone. You don’t belong here. This isn’t normal for you. You just wanted to get through the week and never think about this again. 

Two hands, one of them covered in rings, come into your field of view in front of you as they press against your desk. “I asked you something, princess. Don’t be rude now.”

You closed your eyes at the deep tone of his voice. He sounds so sexy…

“She can definitely speak. Talked back to Carol today. It was amazing.”

That grabbed your attention as you turned to look at him. When you yelled at Carol, he wasn’t in the immediate group but he must have been nearby. They were his friends after all. 

“What did that bitch say?” Eddie asked Steve but his eyes never left you. 

“Said she had a fat ass.” The other boy rolls his eyes. 

“And what did you say?” He asks, speaking to you again. 

Your eyes found his before they left to scan you lips, down your curvy body, and back up to your face. 

“Boo!” Eddie shouted as he slammed his palms on the wood in front of you, making you jump again. He and Steve both chuckled as he sauntered away, back to his friend. 

“She commented on the fact that Carol lacks any kind of an ass and then followed that up with the word ‘bitch’.”

“Ooooh, you bad girl. You’re not wrong. That evil little person has nothing behind her. I prefer a girl who has some extra umph you know? Plus, their pussy always tastes the sweetest.”

You exhaled shakily at his words, having only heard or read them in stories. You definitely weren’t a virgin. You had been with men and had boyfriends but none of them ever spoke like Eddie had. They were always extremely shy type guys who had no idea what they were doing on top of you.

“Mr. Munson!” The teacher came back, sighing with his hands in the air. “Really?”

“Sorry, Mr. C. I had a question for the pretty girl but she doesn’t seem to be capable of speech.”

“I don’t blame her when it comes to you.”

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The next day, you became more aware of Eddie and Steve’s presences. You didn’t realize you actually had a couple of classes with Steve and lunch with both he and Eddie. The metalhead’s eyes watched you walk past the Hellfire club table as you tried to ignore him and the other boy constantly turned to glace at you as he ate with his friends. 

At the end of the day, you filed into the detention room, surprised to find both boys already there and seated in the front row, much closer to you than they were yesterday. 

“Ok troublemakers, collect your things, we are headed to the theater room.”

“I believe thespians refer to it as an auditorium, sir.” Eddie replied in a comical voice that made you smile but only Steve caught it.

“Yeah whatever. I don’t care. Just paint and behave. I’ll be right back there watching so no funny business.”

“Can we talk, Warden or is that still a no-no?”

“Yes, Mr. Munson. You can speak as long as you paint.”

You descend to your knees and they both follow suit. Steve reaches over for the paintbrushes but as he leans over towards you, he lifts it out of your grasp and hands it to his friend. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want something? You gotta ask for it.”, he smiled over at you as he waited. “No? Ok then.”

“Please.”

They froze as he sat back to look you over. “Please what?” He laughs as your face scrunches in disgust. “I don’t know what you want unless you ask me for it.”

“Please, Steve…can I have a brush?”

He nods as he passes it to you and you immediately duck down again to focus on the task in front of you. 

“Your voice is pretty. You should talk more.” Eddie’s eyes remained on the board as he painted. 

“It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk. She just doesn’t want to talk to us.”

You don’t know why but hearing Steve say it like that made you feel bad. It wasn’t exactly that you didn’t WANT to. You just didn’t trust or know them. King Steve was close friends with the people that tortured you daily and Eddie was the resident bad boy your parents warned you to stay away from. They both intimated you greatly not just because of their air of dominance but because you wanted them to wield it on you. 

You wanted them to use you until you or they couldn’t take it anymore and that scared the hell out of you. You were so inexperienced when it came this stuff plus…how do you explain that to someone? Shouldn’t you want to be wined and dined? Yes, you did. You absolutely did but you wanted to be fucked senseless first.

“I do want to talk to you.”

“Then why don’t you?”, Eddie asked.

“You scare me.”

“Well, shit, sweetheart. I’m not a fucking devil worshipper like these asshole people think.”

“It’s not just you and that’s not why.”

“I’ve never made fun of you, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey. She has a name! Steve, you should have told me.”

“Yeah, you never made fun of me but you never stopped them either. You laughed along with them while they picked on me and degraded me in front of the entire school. You’re just as much an asshole as they are.”

“Y/N!”, the teacher hollers from his seat. “As much as I am enjoying watching you tear the king of Hawkins high a new one, I don’t see much painting happening.”

Blinking, you shut your mouth and begin moving the brush again. 

“If you ever talk to me like that again, I don’t care where we are or who is in the room, I will throw you over my knee and punish you. Do you understand me?” You turn to look him, finding his angry eyes penetrating yours. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Steve, come on.” Eddie rolls onto his back as he stares up you. “She doesn’t play like that. Do you? Probably still a virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“I see. Ok, not a virgin but definitely not a hardcore kind of girl, right? You like the missionary, vanilla, candles by the bed, listening to slow 70s tunes. Am I right?”

“You don’t know me. Jesus, no wonder you two are friends.”

“Oh wow, Eds. Look at her. No, she doesn’t like that at all. I mean, on some nights yeah, but you prefer being told to shut the fuck up and do as your told.”

“N-n-no. I don’t.”

Your answer makes them giggle. “I would not have pictured that. You like being used?”

“Edward Munson! I swear to God. If I have yell at you guys one more time, we are going back to the classroom to sit silently.”

As detention came to a close, the teacher asked if you wouldn’t mind staying a little later to put everything away. You agreed especially since he told the guys they could leave. You needed that space away from them. 

When Steve scolded you, you felt your panties dampen but you meant what you said. He never did anything to keep the popular kids from picking on you. You saw him laugh with them multiple times. Thinking about Eddie asking if you liked being used, had your pussy clenching around nothing as you rubbed your thighs together. You didn’t know enough about him to really form an opinion. The town talked about him a lot and his club he had at school but you two never crossed paths. 

You kept thinking about them as you collected your things and headed down the hallway to leave for the day. Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth as arms lifted you by your waist into a nearby open classroom. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Steve and I wanted us to finish our conversation. Now that that asshole isn’t here, we can!” Your eyes widen as you listen to Eddie speak. His tone light but there’s a strength behind it that frightens (and excites) you. “Now, where did we leave off? Ah, yes. You were just about to tell us if you liked being used.”

Steve lifted his palm from your lips, resting it gently against your throat.  “Please.”

“Nope. We already had that discussion. You have to say what you want to get it.” Eddie sighs as you push back against the man behind you and he quickly tightens his grip on your neck. “Sweetheart, give me a word. Any word you feel like you’ll remember in any…overwhelming situation.” His eyes seductively raked along your body. 

“Vanilla.” You aren’t sure why that’s the first word that came to mind but it was the only thing you could think of as Steve loosened his grip and your head fell back against him. 

“If there’s one thing you are not, baby, it’s vanilla but… that’s fine. If at ANY point during our little talk here you feel unsafe or you want to stop just say that word. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand.”

He steps forward, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Good girl.”  His fingers trailed down to your shirt, grinning before he roughly ripped it open exposing your bra covered breasts. “Now…I’m only going to ask one more time. Do you…like…being used?”

“I-I-I don’t know. I want t-t-to be.”

His eyes widened in genuine surprise. 

“You said you’re not a virgin, right?”, Steve asked and you shook your head. 

“Aw, Harrington. What she’s telling us is she’s never been fucked properly. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Eddie, that’s right.”

The metalhead rolls his eyes in frustration and takes a few steps back. Steve flips you around and slams your upper body down against the desk, reaching around to unbutton your pants as he pulls them below your ass. You hear the sound of a lighter being closed before the echo of his palm slapping your skin reverberates through the room. 

As a handcuff belt buckle places itself in front of you, the smell of smoke fills the air. 

“Sweetheart, this would go a lot smoother if you just listened and did as you were told.” He bent down on his heels so his face was level with your own. “Yes. What?”

“Yes, Eddie, I’ve never been fucked properly.”

“That’s better.”

Steve’s hand moves to hold your face flat to the wood and your arms reach to claw in front of you. You whine as he spanks you again. “Stop moving!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m…” Your apology trails off as the tears start to fall down your cheeks. 

Eddie balances the cigarette between his fingers as he runs his thumb under your eye. The gesture was sweet in contrast and he noticed you begin to settle. His eyes flicked above you and a few moments pass before Steve slides his hand off your head to between your shoulder blades. 

“You said you were afraid of us. Why?”

When you don’t immediately answer he sighs and the other boy delivers two hard slaps to your bottom. Instead of pushing back or fighting underneath the weight of his palm holding you down, you laid still, accepting it. The only movements you made were with your face as you winced at the feeling.

“Why?”, he repeats. 

“Be-be-because of… how you m-m-make me feel.”, you whisper. 

“Did you hear that, Stevie?”, Eddie smirked up at him.

“Just barely but yeah. Y/N, I was there when you shouted at Carol, remember? I know you can speak louder than that.”

Your face scrunched at his words and the metalhead held his chest as he laughed.  “It kills you doesn’t it, princess? To both hate someone AND want them at the same time.”

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted as Steve tugged on your shirt and adjusted you so you were facing him again. “You hate me, Y/N?”

When you took too long, his fingers pinched your cheeks roughly as he tilted forward till his nose was touching yours. “I asked you a question. You fucking answer! Do you hate me?!”

“Yes! You fucking asshole! I hate you!” You defiantly glared at him as you screamed at him. 

“His friends kind of suck. They don’t even know about me. Do they, Harrington?” Eddie snuffed out his cigarette, tossing the butt in the garbage. “I mean it’s fine. I don’t care. What I do find fascinating through is this electricity between you two even though you both hate each other.”

“I don’t hate her.” Your eyelids fluttered at his admission. Why did you torture you with his friends if it wasn’t because he didn’t like you? “If I hated her, I wouldn’t want to make her cum right now.”

Eddie pressed himself to your side as his lips hovered over your ear. “Has anyone ever made you cum before?”

You couldn’t tear your eyes from Steves and you didn’t even both trying. “No. No one has ever made cum.”

“Good girl. See? She’s learning. I knew you were smart.” Eddie’s palm slid along your shoulder, bringing your bra strap down your arm. His fingers, almost delicately, freed one of your breasts from its confine and you panted out a silent moan as the pad of his thumb grazed your nipple. 

“Do you want Steve here to make you cum?”

You couldn’t help it. Your hand wrapped around the back of the other boy’s neck as you brought his lips to yours. The first thing you noticed was how delicious he tasted. You felt like you could orgasm just from this alone. His hands remained still against your hips except for the little twitch of his fingers when your mouths connected. 

Your bliss was short lived as a hand abruptly clung to your neck and violently shoved your back flat to the desk. 

“Did I ask you if you wanted to fucking kiss him?!” You trembled as Eddie angrily shouted in your face. His gripped tightened against your neck for a brief moment before he let go and you turned to the side as you gasped for air. 

“Munson.” The metalhead glanced at Steve realizing quickly the man was gone. His eyes were black with lust and need, practically hyperventilating as his hands dug into your meaty hips. “Jesus fucking Christ. Fine. She said she wanted to be used. I guess we’re doing it this way since someone can’t fucking listen.”

Steve hastily unbuckled his belt, pushing down his pants just enough to free his cock before spitting in his hand and stroking it along his length. You gasped as he breached your entrance, giving you no time to adjust to the size of him as he stretched you open. He was much bigger than anyone you had every been with and you cried out as you reached out into the air, grazing your hand along Eddie’s shirt as you grabbed the fabric. 

“How does she feel, Harrington?”

The man’s grunts filled the room as he slammed his hips into yours. “So, fucking tight. My god.” He slowed his pace as he craned his neck to watch between your legs as his dick disappeared inside of you. 

As you continued to moan, you focused on Eddie as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his own cock, pumping it with his fist. “Open your mouth, princess.” You did as you were told as his fingers tangled in your hair, pushing you lips to length. “Good girl. Fuck me…” His teeth bit into his bottom lip as he slowly thrust hips. 

The feeling of you moaning around him causes him to wipe his head towards Steve, watching as the boy pressed rapid circles into your clit. With both of them inside of you, you were quickly hurtling toward that ledge. 

“Yes, pretty girl. Take it. Fuck…your mouth feels amazing.” 

Both boys thrust into at a fast pace, Steve slamming his hips into yours so hard the desk underneath you began to shake. You started to gag and gurgle around Eddie’s cock. 

“Wh-what, baby? You gonna cum? That’s right. Just let go and feel it.”

He pulled himself out from between your lips, continuing to pump himself as he watched you. Your body shook as your back arched and you came.

Steve murmured obscenities under his breath as your pussy clenched around him. 

“God damn. That was so fucking sexy.” The metalhead shoved his cock back into your mouth as they both chased their highs.  

Steve came first, pulling out of you just as he released ropes of his seed on to your stomach. Eddie soon followed, holding your head in his firm grip as he came down your throat.

You laid flat against the desk, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath. As you heard them pull up their pants, you half expected them to leave you there having got what they wanted but were startled when you felt a napkin being run along your stomach. 

“Geez. Always so jumpy.” Eddie gripped your arm as he helped you sit up so he could adjust your bra and shirt. “Shit.” You followed his eyes realizing what he did; that when he tore open your shirt a lot of the buttons flew off with it. On impulse you covered your chest with your arms as you tried thinking of excuses to give your mom when you got home. 

While his face furrowed in thought, Steve lifted you off the desk and guided your pants up your legs before buttoning them back up. 

“I got it.”, the metalhead snapped his fingers as he tugged his shirt over his head. Gently, he removed your blouse, handing it the other boy before throwing his own over your head. He smiled in triumph at himself as he walked around you both towards the student desks and put on his leather jacket. 

“Do you drive here or…?”, Steve asked. 

“Yeah, my car is out front.”

“Good. Come on. We’ll walk with you.”

As they started to head for the door, you reached for Eddie’s arm, turning him around, and yanked him to your body as you leaned up to kiss him. It startled him at first but after moment he keened into it as his hands cupped your cheeks. He definitely tasted different than Steve but you still wanted more. You could kiss him all night if he let you. 

After pulling away, you pushed past them and headed for the parking lot, feeling their eyes watch you as they followed. When you guys got to the parking lot, you were thankful for the slight breeze as it cooled your still somewhat sweaty skin. 

There were only three cars remaining; yours, the BMW you assumed was Steve’s, and Eddie’s van. Steve reached across you, cutting you off as he opened the vehicle door for you. You paused for a moment before turning to look at them. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but the soft eyes that looked back at you were completely different than what you had experienced these last two days. 

You wanted to say something but weren’t sure what. Thankfully, they understood as Eddie stepped forward, placing his hand on your shoulder as he guided you into your car. 

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

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A/N: Request from @hargrovesangel. Gods, I managed to write this in one freaking hour. Record time, seriously! We truly love jealous Billy, don't we?

Words: 1861 Warnings: jealous!Billy, violence, maybe hints of a toxic relationship?

It was already dark out when you stumbled across the trailer park, tears worsening your sight. One streetlamp, two streetlamps, three streetlamps… Eddie’s trailer came in sight. You sniffed, another sob echoing through the crisp air.

You knew that Wayne was at work already. You let out a sigh of relief when you spotted the light coming through the window of the living room. Eddie was home then, probably jamming away on his beloved guitar.

You rushed up the stairs, knocking as hard as you could. For a few seconds, it remained quiet, then, you could hear the footsteps nearing the door. When Eddie saw your tear-stricken face, his lips parted.

“Jesus H Christ, what happened?” You shook your head. Before you could utter a response, you were interrupted by another sob and threw yourself into his arms.

Eddie had been your best friend since middle school. He was quite literally your comfort person—and you always had each other’s back.

“We… we fought…” you choked out. Eddie held you tightly. This wasn’t the first time you were at his doorstep, crying over your relationship with Billy. And without fail, you argued over the same thing over and over again: Eddie Munson.

Billy was an impeccable lover. He was passionate and intense, he was protective and always looking out for you. It had taken him months to prove to you he was serious about you, that he liked you more than a fling and you were so in love with him it physically hurt. But he was also jealous. Unpredictable and dangerous.

He’d never been fond of the idea of your best friend being a guy, let alone someone like Eddie Munson. He’d promised he’d accepted it but the expression on your face whenever you told him you’d go and hang out with the town freak spoke volumes.

It was quite ironic that you were currently in Eddie’s arms.

“Come inside, sweetheart. Let’s get you warmed up, you’re ice cold.”

“Y-yeah, I walked here.”

“You walked?” Eddie’s eyes widened as he closed the door and led you over to the couch.

“Wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible,” you murmured.

“Shit… You want something to drink?”

“A… hot cocoa?” Eddie’s hot chocolate was the best in the world. Maybe it was the cheap and somehow charming sachets Wayne bought, maybe it was the way Eddie prepared it—he’d one day started replacing the spoon with a slim chocolate bar and it always lifted your mood.

Eddie nodded. He gave you a smile and went to heat up some milk in the microwave before he went to work. A few minutes of silence later, he returned with a mug that had the Iron Maiden logo on it and sat down with you. He loved that mug. He only let you use it when you were feeling down—just like right now. You took a sip, savouring the sweetness of the hot chocolate.

“So… what happened?”

“The same thing as always. Billy hates you, he doesn’t want me near you, he’s jealous. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I keep telling him that we’re just friends but it’s like he doesn’t want me to talk to any other man but him.”

“Oh, sweetheart…” Eddie pulled you close so your head was resting on his shoulder. You sniffed.

“Can I stay the night? I bet he’s on his way to my place right now but I just… I don’t wanna face him again tonight.”

“Of course you can. Do you want me to talk to him? I’ll talk to him. Tell him we’re just friends and that I don’t want to steal his girlfriend. Maybe even let him know about my crush on Chrissy to calm him down too?”

“No! No, don’t do that! You know how… aggressive he can get. I don’t want him to hurt you.”

Eddie tilted his head, clearly concerned—not for himself. For you.

“Let’s… can we watch a movie? I need a distraction.”

The metalhead sighed. “Yeah. Yeah, we can do that. But… listen… there’s something we need to do about this eventually.”

You gave him a small nod. “Tomorrow, okay?”

Eddie got up in defeat and walked over to the small TV. There was a messy pile of VHS tapes next to it. Eddie let his ringed finger glide over the titles. “How about Nightmare on Elm Street?”

You chuckled. Horror movies were your thing. Whenever a new one came out, you’d stock up on popcorn and watch it together. Right… Billy was jealous at that too even though you two regularly had movie nights together as well—the only difference was that those usually ended in fucking. One time, you’d even done it in the cinema. That’d been way hotter and more exciting than you had initially assumed.

You sighed. You already missed him—yet at the same time, you couldn’t bear being near him right now.

Eddie put on the movie and then returned to you. You cuddled up to him, allowing him to put his arm around you like he always did. It was then someone knocked on the door. Frantically. Loudly. As if they were about to punch through the wood any moment.

You froze, knowing exactly who it was.

“Open up, Munson, or I swear to god I will kick in the fucking door!” Billy roared.

Eddie and you looked at each other, contemplating. Neither of you had any doubt that he would do so. You bit your lower lip when Eddie got back up and opened the door with a deep breath. Billy stormed in, pushing him aside.

His chest was heaving as he barged into the living room, staring you down. You hadn’t been here long. He must have turned the streets into a racetrack on the way here.

“I fucking knew it. Of course you’d run straight into that freak’s arms.” His expression was murderous. You could practically feel his anger.

“Billy… please, calm down.”

He didn’t. Instead, he turned to Eddie who, with widened eyes, seemingly feverishly calculated his next move.

“Fucking bastard. I told you to stay away from my girl, Munson!” You flinched, jumping up when he grabbed him by the collar, shoving him against the wall. Eddie groaned.

“Billy! Billy, stop!”

“Woah, woah, listen, man, we didn’t…” He didn’t get any further. Billy’s fist connected with Eddie’s face. His head was forced aside, blood pooling on his lower lip. “I’m gonna show you what happens when you don’t do as I say. This shit has been going on for long enough.”

You stormed forward when Billy took another swing, catching his elbow only a second before he could throw another punch.

“Billy, please! Please, stop!”

Billy threw you a glance. He narrowed his eyes at you, panting, but kept his fist ready to hit Eddie yet again.

You swallowed. “Billy, if you touch him one more time, I’m breaking up with you.”

He scoffed but hesitated. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me. Touch him again and we’re done.”

Billy’s nostrils flared. He was on the verge of exploding with anger as he took another menacing step towards Eddie. “What did you tell her, Munson, huh? I’ll be damned if you take her from me. I love this girl more than I love my fucking self, alright? She’s mine. I’m not losing her to the town freak of all people!”

I love this girl more than I love my fucking self. You gasped for air, letting go of Billy’s arm. You turned his face to you, cupping his cheeks with your trembling palms.

“Billy. Please. Please stop,” you whispered, tears swimming in your eyes.

One second passed. Then another. Billy was still breathing heavily. You looked him deep in the eyes, begging him silently. And then, finally, he released Eddie who instantly took a step back along the wall, relief apparent on his face.

What happened next you would have never expected.

“I’m sorry…” Billy muttered.

Your lips parted. Never… Never ever beforehad he apologised to you for expressing his jealousy. You knew this was a big thing for Billy, an overcoming that took all of his willpower. He was trying to be better for you. You’d never expected him to change, hadn’t expected that you could change him because you had fallen in love with him with all of his flaws but this… this was huge. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his middle, hugging him tightly. You closed your eyes when you felt him put his arms around you.

“Come back home with me. Please, doll.”

You took a shaky breath, looking up at him. “Billy… we can’t keep fighting about this. Eddie is my best friend. I’ve told you, times and times again that we’re just friends.”

“Yeah… and I’m into Chrissy Cunningham who currently doesn’t remember that I exist,” Eddie decided to throw in, pressing the ball of his thumb against his bleeding lip.

“Fuck, I’m jealous, alright? That what you wanna hear?”

“And I get that… but… you have to trust me when I tell you that there’s nothing between us, Billy. There never has been. I love you.”

Billy took a deep breath and pressed the side of your face against his chest, stroking your hair. You knew without seeing it that he was glaring at Eddie who cleared his throat.

“If I may interject, she always talks about you when we’re together. Like, all the time, man. She does love you.”

Billy stayed quiet for a moment. “Let’s get you home. Back to my place. Let me make it up to you, alright?”

“Promise me that this was the last time you lashed out because of this. Please, Billy.”

“Fine,” he spat. “I promise.”

“Then let’s go. Eddie… I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“You sure you two are gonna be okay?”

Billy narrowed his eyes at him. “You implying I’m gonna hurt her, Munson?”

“Just making sure she’s good with it, man.” His brown eyes were on you as he said that and he nodded as if to mutely ask the question yet again. You nodded as well.

Billy interlaced his fingers with yours, pulling you outside with him with gentle urgency. He led you to his car whose engine was still running. He opened the front passenger door and fastened your seatbelt for you. Once he was in the car with you, he breathed out so loudly it even drowned out the sounds of the rattling engine.

“My mom looked at my dad the exact same way you looked at me today. Begging him to stop hitting her… and me,” he suddenly said. “I’m sorry,” he repeated then. It was the moment you saw it for the first time since you got together. The open wound eating away at his heart, the scars that he was so desperate to hide from the rest of the world… except you.

“I already lost one important woman in my life. I’m not gonna lose another.”

“It’s alright, Billy. You won’t lose me.” You reached for his hand. You’d get through this somehow. Together.

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[slavghoul]

Interview from Upset Magazine 6/2023

Words: Steven Loftin

Like an apparition manifesting within a dense fog, it was through radio static that Swedish rockers Ghost were formed. In the kindergarten he attended as a young boy, Tobias Forge found himself enamoured with the music crackling through the little toy speakers. From this point forward, he began picking apart the notes and melodies - his journey toward the lore and canon coming into focus as he sat, trying to figure out how this black magic could be summoned.

While it would be many years before he would don his garb as Papa Emeritus, the essence of what his future would sound like was being set through his exposure to a wide variety of music. If any proof were needed, just look to the impressive list of covers Ghost have put their ghastly mark upon, including 2016's 'Popestar' EP, which included the band's takes on Echo & The Bunnymen ('Nocturnal Me') and Simian Mobile Disco ('I Believe').

Ghost's latest EP is another covers bonanza. A five-piece offering of Tobias's backstory, 'Phantomime' plays out like a Greatest Hits radio playlist - a fitting throwback to Tobias' first dalliances with music. Of course, when a group more aligned to the metal/hard rock community bust out covers, including Genesis and Tina Turner, eyebrows are raised. To this reaction, Tobias scoffs. "In 1991, Genesis was one of the biggest bands on the planet! That was a huge hit. In the mid-80s, when I had an older teenage brother who rented every VHS movie that came out, of course, we saw the fucking Thunderdome, and that was a huge hit, and it's still being played on Swedish radio. It's an evergreen; it's not an eclectic choice at all," he declares. "I grew up listening to Stranglers because my brother liked them. What else do we have, Iron Maiden - I mean, are you kidding? I'm a metalhead!"

Originally conceived during the sessions for their fifth album, last year's 'Impera', there were two folders on his computer's desktop: one named 'Impera', the other simply 'Covers'. As the ideas for 'Impera' grew, Tobias would enter his usual routine of working on a cover or two. "At any point, when you lose a little wind in writing your own things, it's quite nice to say, 'Today let's go in and work on the covers'; you can choose anything you want, you can work on absolutely anything you want. And you don't have to finish it, you don't have to release it, you don't have to do anything, but just continue working."

He likens it to the freedom of being a theatre owner who, instead of trying to pen the next greatest Broadway phenomenon, opts to have a go at something already timeless and perfected.

"Maybe you're like, 'Okay, so this fall we're just going to do a reinterpretation of Hamlet instead, that's going to be fine, and that keeps everyone working, and that keeps a project moving along! And I find a similar thing with working on covers. So as I was writing "Impera', the covers folder was also growing exponentially and at a point. I had this idea that was going to be a full-length album."

With COVID restrictions meaning the original producer for 'Impera' was stuck in the US, Tobias had to source a replacement. It would be Klas Åhlund who stepped up to the plate. But, on one condition. "He was pretty upfront. He was like. Yeah, I only want to make the record; I don't want to work on covers," Tobias remembers "Fine, fine, fine, that's fine." he shrugs. "So, after the 'Impera' recording was done, I felt as if making a completely different, whole record again: I didn't have time for that. I didn't have the energy for that. But once I trimmed down the number of songs to only these five to make a very rocky record, it loosened up the screws a little bit for me in terms of like, "Okay, so now I know what the EP is going to be - it's going to be a full, full-throttle rock one."

Ditching some rumoured softer covers, including U2, Misfits, and Motörhead. 'Phantomime is instead a delectable slice of Ghost doing what Ghost do best: creating theatrically big rock. It's Tobias's mark upon some bonafide classics, including Iron Maiden's 'Phantom of the Opera' which feels as befitting to Ghost as it does seeing Papa Emeritus kick the bucket ready for his next iteration. While the focus was on creating this small dose of Tobias's musical DNA, it also served another purpose; to simply be "not very complicated." The project began with the mindset of "we can make this recording loosely - quick but stress-free - as opposed to making a record which is your hard fifth record that needs to live up to certain standards. So it was just a very inspired, very simple recording, actually."

After the complexities of 'Impera' which wound up requiring two studios simultaneously running in parallel "to be able to work efficiently" - Ghost was morphing into a taxing experience for the band leader, "It was just a bigger thing [and] way more stressful."

Deciding to strip that covers folder down to the five tracks, by all accounts, 'Phantomime was a measured and reserved effort. "It ended up being me, an engineer, and an occasional musician coming in and doing something. It was so much looser, so much more mentally Feng Shui," he smiles, relief glowing in his voice. "And I think that that reflected a little bit on the two different records. They're meant to be related - they are definitely related - they were made roughly in the same time, but they're completely different things."

'Phantomime' plays out like a ghoulish social commentary. Starting with a searing rendition of Televison's 'See No Evil, the journey traverses the scourge of Televangelism (Genesis' Jesus He Knows Me') with a delightfully-fitting NSFW video, the instant gratification humans require to feel (The Stranglers' Hanging Around"); the pull back into cruel reality (Phantom Of The Opera"), and the resulting undying hope from a degraded society (Tina Turner's 'We Don't Need Another Hero"). Each offering is bolstered with Ghost's dramatic, theatric rock licks and Tobias's powerhouse vocals.

With 'Phantomime' in the bag and the European leg of the 'Impera' tour imminent (Tobias is currently holed up in preparation), the idea of reflecting on how he came to go from a young boy listening to the static sounds of pop hits on the radio to orchestrating not only a feverishly adored band and its lore but finding the capacity to embrace his inner music nerd, couldn't be more timely. Tobias's relationship with music has always been one of intrigue. He's a pop songwriter with the ambition and ideas of a stadium rock band, which, in essence, explains perfectly why Ghost can sit in a unique, exponentially growing and expanding space.

"My earliest inclination of wanting to transform into something else was definitely Twisted Sister," he recalls. "You know, "I Want To Rock' and 'We're Not Going To Take It' - that was a huge record in 1984, and in 1984, I was three years old," he says. "My brother was 16, so everything that was going on pop-culturally amongst teenagers was happening in my home."

It was thanks to his brother that much of Tobias's relationship with music was formed. He's introduced him to various giants of the time, like tectonic plates being pushed around, impacting and shaping his musical landscape. Translating for young Tobias the attitude of punk at the time, as well as everything else that was 'in', he remembers, "When I was a kid, and he was supposed to babysit me, as a pacifier he would put me in front of [Sex Pistols mockumentary film] 'The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle"," he laughs. "And then when that was over, he would just switch to [X-rated cartoon] Fritz the Cat. And I loved that stuff, of course. That was as much [about] the expression and the attitude. Of course, I loved the songs, but it was also filtered or combined with big songs for me." Those big songs ("Men At Work 'Down Under'," he initially cites, "those sort of songs still have a unique place in my in my writing") would eventually entwine with his darker side that he'd explore as he grew older. "Whilst my whole adolescence was completely in the name of extreme metal, I always had a very soft spot for Top 40 rock and pop radio always," Tobias explains. "And I've listened to that all my life. So it's almost equal portions of Venom as it is anything. that was on the radio."

Also, witnessing shock and glam-rock bands explode intrigued Tobias. He became swept away in the idea that not only could you push a boundary to its absolute limits with convictions and over-the-top grandiosity, but you could do so with songs that quantifiably bop. But, as time has gone onto prove, it wasn't pop music that enamoured Tobias enough that he wanted to become a pop star. It's the mythology and mystery that has become his calling card.

Tobias remained an enigma under the disguise of an evolving form of the iconic Papa Emeritus (now in his fourth incarnation) until 2017, after a lawsuit from a previous iteration of his backing band's rotating cast, the Nameless Ghouls. Visual and video components to releases are often hoovered up by the fandom, stripped apart for meaning and potential. Instagram posts are referred to as a '[Message From The Clergy]" (a phrase later claimed for 2022's Best Of playlist), and lest it is forgotten, the Ghost 'Grucifix' - the prominent crucifix deconstructed into Tobias's gothic 'G' logo - which ties together the vision, religious imagery and satire that would become a core part of the Ghost experience.

His musical ambition and education colliding in the middle of his Venn diagram between dark metal and pop magic is thanks to the likes of the aforementioned Twisted Sister and W.A.S.P., as well as his teen years in the black metal community. "Their first record was also a huge impact in Swedish media," Tobias remembers. "There was this big sort of Satanic panic thing going on at the time in the fall of 1984. Where you had essentially all those things happening. You had Mötley Crüe 'Shout At The Devil', which came out a year earlier, and they were there because they toured with Iron Maiden in 1984, so there was a lot of focus on these shock-rock bands. I saw that as a kid, and I was immediately blown away - it was the coolest thing I've ever seen. And I think that that was the trigger that made me identify as that is how I want to express myself."

Decoding the songs he'd hear also became an integral part of that expression. "That was the only thing I did for years before I started writing my own songs." Recalling his time in kindergarten, they had a piano and guitar, which Tobias became infatuated with. Instead of playing with the other children, he would find himself enraptured, listening to the radio or flipping over whichever cassette happened to be loaded at the time. He would then imitate the sounds he was soaking up. "A lot of those early beginnings of how to learn and how I've learned how to understand music filters through everything I do now," he explains.

The early records he'd find himself trying to unpack included KISS 'Alive' and Pink Floyd's 'Piper At The Gates Of Dawn' - disparate matches, but undoubtedly Ghost fuel with hard rock melodies and psychedelic tendencies. "I had the first and the second Pink Floyd on a double LP that was called 'A Nice Pair'. And that's the shit that I sat and listened to and played guitar to," he says proudly. "That's weird music, that's really weird chord sequences and melodies that sort of went nowhere. And, that coloured me a lot in my vision of this is how you write a pop song. Of course, I knew more conventional writing as well. But I figured that this resonates with me, and I want to write more like that."

Tobias is the first to admit that the influence his musical exposure has had on him isn't the most straightforward. "For all the years that I was in bands, up until Ghost, basically when I was in bands not doing well, I got a lot of, I wouldn't say stick, but it was always like, 'You write weird songs, there's something weird about them, and it will never really become anything because it has that sort of weirdness to it".

As he grew, the songs he'd heard reflected this inherent strangeness he'd constructed. Before the days of mass formulaic pop factories, the music emanating from the radio abided by the strictest rule of needing to at least be approachable, but within these confines, artists of the 70s and 80s would push the envelope as far as they could. Citing Nik Kershaw's 'The Riddle' as one example, "Holy shit, if you would have taken that song and taken it to a chord structure masterclass amongst pop writers now who want to write songs for Miley Cyrus or The Weeknd or any of that sort of level they would say, no, no, no, no, that this will never work. It's too strange. It's too weird. You can't do that; it doesn't have the normal chord progression.

"There are a lot of songs from the 80s that are like that," he reckons, "compared to the now, more informative way of writing, the 80s was braver actually, and it worked well. And those songs are evergreens in a way that a lot of the top radio shit from seven years ago is forgotten, and that's the stuff that I grew up with when I started playing the guitar."

Having made that inner sanctum, he would enter kindergarten a reality, one where he can explore those recesses of his mind shaken by the musical earthquakes he experienced; now, he's matured and deeply entrenched in the reality. "Throughout the modern day of pop writing, I know a few professional pop songwriters, and we continue having these conversations because in pop," he says, "where some of them work prolifically on really high releases, they're like, it's strange how the business wants everything to be so informative. Everybody wants a weird song, but still, all the big songs are usually very, very formatted [and] very, very simple."

While unpacking the songs he'd heard back in the 80s offered Tobias a chance to comprehend what makes a good song, it, more importantly, helped him to set out doing it on his own. When digging into crafting a new Ghost number, Tobias explains that "each new song is a little bit like virgin territory with its own riddle to be solved, and is always a combination of the horror of maybe not solving the puzzle, with the thrill when you do. And it's never easy because each new song needs something new. And so you constantly need to feed your ability with knowledge about how other things are."

Breaking it down into a figurative example, he likens it to being like a detective. "I'm assuming that part of being a great detective is to constantly have an open mind, but also constantly learning about human behaviour and wha people do. If you just had 100 forensic classes, but you know nothing about people and how they live their lives, it's gonna be hard to solve crimes." The same rings true for writers who have to read to improve and further understand language, while comedians pull from real-life experiences - music is no different. Tobias's early days of stripping down songs to their basic parts and then rebuilding them have remained a constant endeavour. "But that's how you write songs as well; you go and absorb new things."

The covers process, as mentioned, is a release for Tobias. When things are stuck when trying to piece together a new chapter for the Ghost bible, a cover offers up a chance for something lighter. "Working on covers can be equally euphoric," he confirms, "because it's fun to understand a song whereas, on the other hand, it can be almost demoralising because you're like, I can't believe that this song is so much better than anything that I've written! And it's so much easier. It's so simple."

"I find myself overcomplicating things often, but you might not hear the complicated detour that I took to end up at the more understandable, straighter version that ended up being the actual recording," he continues. "That's a never-ending struggle because that's how it's supposed to be. It's not like you write the one song. I don't think I know anyone or know of anyone who's content with the idea of having written one huge song. And then you know, okay, that's nirvana for you. You don't write the one song the same way that if you're a comedian, it's not like, 'Oh, I just told the funniest joke. So now I'm done".

While Tobias is one for wanting to keep the ball rolling and on a constant endeavour to continue his musical evolution, he knows there's a limit. Every release of Ghost must have a purpose. Nodding to the 60s method of firing singles out on all fronts, eventually compiling them for a full-length release, Tobias acknowledges his relationship with his fans is based on a more long-term understanding. "That's not how we do things; we make an album, and off of that album, there are singles - it's a 70s/80s thinking. And I don't want to refrain from that - I don't want too many singles to be these autonomous little creatures."

But the world is different now. It's a Wild West where being in the masses' consciousness is key, so things may have to change for him. Admitting that right now, he knows he's post-release of Ghost's last canon entry, 'Impera', which arrived back in 2022, and while 'Phantomime' is a reasonable enough bridge, sooner or later, he's going to have to play the game of ensuring Ghost ramp up. Earlier this year, Ghost collaborated with Def Leppard's Joe Elliott on a re-release of 'Impera' cut 'Spillways' which, while a fantastic addition to their arsenal, adds to the same notion Tobias is fearful of. "I'm slowly preparing for making a new record that's going to come out in 2024, which is way too long for the current contemporary music climate; you need to be ever-present," the last phrase hanging in the air ominously.

That doesn't mean he has to lower his standards, however. No Ghost release will exist just for content's sake. Everything must have its place. He even reckons a 14-track album is "a lot of music", and he still sees an album as being "22 minutes of music per side" - true to form, currently, no standard issue of any Ghost album breaches 12 tracks. He's even ready to aim for the likes of The Rolling Stones and The Beatles by swiftly lobbing a couple of spicy takes out. "Look, man, I don't even think that 'Exile on Main Street' is that good. Not even the fucking White album is that great - break it up! Both of those records would have been better if they were trimmed down to singular records."

That pop mind breaking through; Tobias is someone who knows that music is entertainment. Certainly, a medium which often leads to more bulky connotations, but it must entertain. It's why he doesn't pay any mind to those naysayers that yearn for Ghost to be more metal or to follow a different path. This is Tobias's game; we're just privy to the sermon. These days the floodgates are open and, when compared to previous decades, as Tobias remembers it, "you had to buy your own records. Whatever additional music you got, that wasn't maybe heard on the TV or the radio, when you took something from someone else, was usually a choice, so music styles could in some way be a little bit more insular back then just because you weren't subjected to as much." He mentions his beloved death metal as being a signifier of the changes happening. "Back in the day, when I was starting listening to extreme metal, that was completely embraced by a certain little subculture or group of mostly teenagers and 20-somethings. Whereas in the 2000s, when Vice started doing black metal reporting, all of a sudden you have indie personalities who were fans of Darkthrone, and so, obviously, what ended up that turned into this fusion, which was a positive and very natural thing."

This cultural shift is another reason Ghost's space is widening and its success growing. "Nowadays, people are a little bit more open," he admits. But, with this comes issues. "As time has progressed, metal and hard rock, as well as most genres that have been around for a while, [they've] gone from this youth culture to a conservative institution because so many of the fans are now aged." The passage of time waits for no one. But, more presciently for culture, it also means our understanding of what is 'good' and what should be where is moulded differently to when we were younger. "Unfortunately, that happens to most people regardless of who you were when you were 20," Tobias reckons, "or your ideals when you're like 40/50/60 years old. Your brain starts morphing into a slightly more conservative, slightly more nostalgic... You don't want things to change."

Tobias is the first to hold his hands up and admit the same has happened to him. He yearns for 1984 and even 1990-94. He would even be happy with 1987, back to those days with the crackling radio and a childlike spirit. "That would be so much cooler. I loved that way more than in this day and age. But I can't sit around and mope about that because it's not a problem that it's not 1987."

'Phantomime' is proof nostalgia can be a useful tool. It fuels with passion, and Ghost is Tobias's Neverland. "There's such a debate about what we are and why that is." Ghost are a band that, thanks to Tobias's musical education, transcend time. They exist on their own plain and with the evergreen, timeless sounds of yesteryear echoing around Tobias's head, long may Papa reign with his gloved melodic iron fist.

#the band ghost #tobias forge #interview #really good one 👍

[the-wild-wolves-around-you]

i can't carry it for you, but i can carry you (an eddie munson fix-it fic)

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader; Eddie Munson/You

Summary: Eddie tries to sacrifice himself and be the hero, but you're not letting him go that easily.

Or

What if there was one more person on Eddie and Dustin's team when they went into the Upside Down? What if they were able to get to him in time?

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: Adult language, some descriptions of blood and violence. *** Some spoilers for the Season 4 Finale if you haven't seen it.

A/N: Eddie Munson is the new loml. Seriously giggling and kicking my feet just thinking of him. I'm already thinking of writing a smutty ch 2 and another kas fic. anyway, hope you enjoy! <3

Ao3 Link: Here

Update: Links to the smutty sequel - Tumblr / Ao3

“Alright, you’re next, sweetheart!” Eddie shouted, and his elbow shoved you toward the makeshift rope.

You stumbled as you raggedly gasped in the tainted air of this godforsaken place, but you grabbed the length of knotted sheets in your trembling hands.

“What about you?” you asked, snapping your gaze back to Eddie, who was standing between you and the door that the demo-bats were steadily splintering into pieces.

“I’ll be right behind you, princess!” Eddie tossed you a smile over his shoulder, but you could see the stark terror in his dark-brown eyes. “I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I left you behind, now would I?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but an all-mighty crack suddenly echoed through the trailer.

“Hurry, go!” Eddie said as he turned to fully face the weakening door.

“Guys, hurry up!” Dustin yelled from above you, and you looked up to see the boy dancing around anxiously on the other side of the portal.

You knew you couldn’t waste any more time, but you threw Eddie one last look before you started pulling yourself up the rope. Your arms burned from the strain, and the unholy screeching of the demo-bats was making your ears ring, but before you knew it, you felt yourself cross the portal, gravity taking hold of you again and pulling you down.

“Eddie, come on, let’s go!” Dustin screamed as your back hit the mattress, and you looked up through the ceiling of the trailer, seeing Eddie’s pale, terrified, dirt-streaked face staring back at you.

You could still hear the demo-bats shrieking on the other side of the gate, could feel the cold splatter of their dark blood on your cheeks and collarbones. Your chest heaved as your lungs worked overtime, heart pounding a war march in your ears, but your wide, unblinking gaze was locked on Eddie Munson.

The dark-haired man was halfway up the rope, just a full more pull ups, and he would fall through and land on top of you. Dustin was still screaming— Eddie, you’re so close! Eddie! Let’s go!—but Eddie slowed, then stopped, and his eyes found yours.

They were scared, so scared… but also resolute, and realization washed over you like an ice cold wave.

No.

The word echoed through your mind before it fell from your lips.

“No!” you gasped, scrambling to your feet. “Eddie!”

But you were too late.

Eddie had let go of the rope, falling back onto his feet with a thud that shook you to your core.

“What are you doing?” Dustin yelled, and he reached for the rope, but Eddie sliced through it on the other side, the length of sheets collapsing onto the mattress at your feet. “Eddie, no! Stop, stop!”

The same words were screaming through your head, but you couldn’t find the breath to voice them. It felt like a fist was squeezing your lungs into clay. The center of your chest ached, and dots began to dance in the corners of your vision, blurred by tears.

“Eddie, what are you doing?!” Dustin moaned as he frantically gripped his head, and the two of you watched helplessly as the metalhead shoved the mattress on the other side away from the portal.

“I’m buying more time,” Eddie said, glancing up, or rather down, at you and Dustin. His dark eyes settled on yours for what felt like an endless moment, and his face twisted with sadness. “Henderson, get Obi out of here.”

The nickname— that stupid nickname— hit you like a blow to the chest, forcing the last bit of oxygen from your shriveled lungs.

Ever since you offered to tutor him last fall— in the hopes of making this his last senior year— he’d taken to giving you nicknames in retaliation, and not the usual “sweetheart” or “princess” he had been calling you from the moment he met you. No, he said that if you were truly going to be his mentor, then he should treat you with respect… by calling you “Gandalf” and “Master Obi-Wan” or Obi for short. Obi was his favorite, the one he resorted to most, to the point where Dustin and some of the others had started to call you that, too.

You had always rolled your eyes and playfully shoved Eddie every time he called you these things, but secretly, you loved it.

And now, it was tearing you to pieces.

“No, Eddie, please!” Dustin wailed, ripping you out of your reverie and back to the present.

Your eyes focused just in time to see Eddie slip out of sight on the other side of the gate, and the moment he was gone, every cell in your body rebelled.

No. No, this can’t happen. He can’t do this. I won’t let him.

All at once, you were suddenly in motion, shoving past a still screaming Dustin and stumbling toward the back of the trailer.

“Obi, where are you going?” the boy yelled after you, but you ignored him.

There was no time for talking. No time for explanations. No time, no time, notime.

You burst into Eddie’s bedroom, the door rebounding off the wall with a crunching sound. You ignored that, too, and frantically cast your eyes around the disheveled and messy room. The sight of Eddie’s guitar on the wall made your gut churn, the phantom echoes of his Upside Down concert still ringing in your ears. You half-expected demo-bats to come exploding out of the ceiling vent again, but you ignored the terrified skip of your heart as you fell to your knees and started rifling through the mess.

“Come on, come on,” you muttered, shoving aside dirty clothes, stray papers, old magazines.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dustin shouted from the doorway behind you. “Obi! We need to get back there! Eddie’s—”

“Aha!” you cheered in triumph, spotting your prize in a plastic bag beneath the dresser. You ripped it from its hiding place and dumped the contents on top of the dresser, DnD figurines and cassette tapes clattering to the floor.

The several cans of hairspray pinged as they bounced off each other, and you snapped them up, shaking them to estimate how much was left.

Not a lot, but enough. Thank god Eddie was a diva about his hair.

You shoved two of the cans into the waistband of your ripped jean shorts, one at each hip, and the third you grasped in your sweaty palm. Then you searched the mess on the dresser for a glint of metal, one you just saw a moment ago…

“There you are, bastard,” you said, snatching up the Zippo lighter perched precariously on the edge of the dresser. There were always half a dozen lighters in Eddie’s room at any given time, most usually lost and forgotten, but you were so grateful for this fact now as you shoved the Zippo in your pocket.

“Obi—” Dustin tried again, but you were suddenly whirling on him, grabbing his wrist, and sprinting back to the gate.

“Give me a boost.” You skidded to a stop beneath the portal and looked back at Dustin, who was pale and gaping at you.

“W-Wha—”

“Dustin!” you snapped, though you didn’t mean to. “We don’t have the time to build another rope, and Eddie is alone against a fucking army of bloodthirsty bats. Give me a goddamn boost!”

“I-I don’t know if I can,” he stammered out.

You frowned in confusion but then remembered the boy didn’t have fucking collarbones.

“Shit,” you cursed before your eyes fell on a rickety yellow chair. “Here!”

You dragged the chair under the gate and clambered up onto it, the metal legs groaning under your weight, but you were short, an inch or two shorter than even Dustin, and the ceiling seemed impossibly out of reach.

“Jump,” Dustin suddenly said, and when you looked down at him, his eyes were still scared but determined. Like Eddie’s had been. “Jump, and if you can reach the edge, I can push you through.”

There wasn’t time to think of alternatives, so you nodded quickly and shoved the third can of hairspray down the front of your shirt, in between your breasts and under the center band of your bra. The metal was cold against your skin, and you swore you could hear your thundering heartbeat echoing through the canister.

“Okay,” you breathed as you wiped your sweaty palms on your shorts. “Okay, I’ll go on three. Ready?”

“Shit,” Dustin said, his expression tortured, but he nodded. “Ready.”

You swallowed sharply as you looked up through the portal, the dark reflection of the Munson trailer staring back at you. Fear started to crawl up your spine like a million ants, but you ignored it as you bent your knees and prayed the wobbly chair beneath you held out.

“Alright, one,” you started, heart in your throat, flexing your fingers to get some feeling back into them. “Two… Three!”

On three, you jumped up with all your might, the chair screeching across the floor beneath you, but then you were in the air, your fingers extending, reaching…

And latching on to the edge of the gate.

The slick vines almost made you immediately lose your grip, but you dug your nails in deep, grunting as your shoulders strained against your body weight. Your legs kicked in the air, finding no purchase, until they smacked into something solid.

“Ow!” Dustin hissed. “Stop kicking!”

“Sorry,” you gasped, but that was all you could get out, because your arms were already starting to shake. You did stop kicking, though, and just hung there for a moment before you felt Dustin’s hands wrap around your feet and start to push.

You gritted your teeth and heaved yourself upwards, and with Dustin’s help, you started to breach the gate. First your head, then your shoulders, but as the Upside Down’s gravity latched onto you, you realized you forgot one important detail.

The landing.

“Oh, shit!” you yelped as your hands lost purchase, and you felt Dustin’s hands slip from your ankles as you plummeted toward the trailer floor.

“Obi!” Dustin yelled.

Your body flailed through the air, and you had just enough time to turn your body so your shoulder— and not your face— took the brunt of the fall.

The impact still knocked the breath and the sense out of you. You also heard a dull crunch as your shoulder crashed into the shitty linoleum tile, and a moment later, red-hot pain lanced through your body.

“Fuck!” you gasped, rolling onto your back and squeezing your eyes shut. A kaleidoscope of colors danced across the back of your eyelids, pulsing in time with the pain radiating from your shoulder.

You must have broken something. At least fractured it. The pain was so overwhelming, your mouth started to fill with saliva, but you swallowed it down, along with the bile rising in the back of your throat.

Eddie. Eddie needed you. He was alone. He needed help.

“Obi!” Dustin shouted again, and your eyes flew open as you sucked in a deep breath.

“I’m fine,” you croaked, dissolving into a cough and then a groan as the motion aggravated your shoulder.

You didn’t have time for this. Eddie didn’t have time for this. It had already been several minutes since you’d seen him. And since you weren’t being eaten alive, the bats must have left the trailer. But you could still hear them screeching, so they weren’t far off, which meant Eddie was still close by.

You could save him.

The thought had you rolling upright, biting through your tongue to keep from vomiting. Somehow, you ended up on your feet, though your vision was blurry with tears.

“I’m… gonna go find him,” you grunted out as you fixed your eyes on the splintered front door of the trailer.

“No, Obi, wait for me,” Dustin pleaded, and you heard him start to scrape the chair back into place.

“Can’t,” you said through gritted teeth, but then you suddenly heart a faint shout coming from outside the trailer.

A very human shout.

Eddie.

You were moving before you realized it, stumbling and then jogging out of the trailer, Dustin’s voice growing fainter and fainter behind you.

“Obi, wait, stop!”

But you couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t. The pain in your shoulder even felt distant at this point, removed, muffled. As you staggered down the road, you reached into your shirt with your good arm and pulled out the can of hairspray that had somehow stayed snuggled under your bra. You were distantly grateful that the cans hadn’t exploded when you crashed into the trailer floor, but then Eddie’s voice echoed out across the trailer park again, and all other thoughts evaporated from your brain.

Because now, he was screaming.

The sound tore at your insides, infinitely more painful than a busted shoulder, and you rounded a corner to see a fucking tornado of bats circling the middle of the road.

Circling Eddie.

He was trying to fight them off, but they were so many, too many, and you watched in horror as one lashed its tail around his neck, yanking him off his feet. You saw him hit the asphalt before more of the bats descended and blocked him completely from view.

No, no, no.

Now, you were running, sprinting, gripping the can of hair spray in your fist like a sword as you used your good hand to dig the Zippo out of your pocket. The bats were so focused on Eddie, they didn’t even notice you approach, and within the blink of an eye, you were upon them. Pain flared through your shoulder like a supernova as you used your bad arm to flick open the lighter, and then you lifted the hairspray in front of it and aimed blindly at the cyclone of bats. You hit the striker as you simultaneously pressed down on the hairspray nozzle, and a column of fire erupted from your hand.

Your distantly heard Eddie’s voice at the back of your head, cackling. Obi uses fireball, anndddd that’s a hit!

And a hit it was.

The demo-bats directly in front of you immediately went up in flames, screeching and shrieking an unholy cacophony. They flailed and pinwheeled into each other, spreading the blaze, and one-by-one, they started to fall out of the sky and crash into the asphalt, little more than piles of smoldering leather skin and ashes.

But more importantly, a path was suddenly cleared before you, and you could see Eddie lying on the ground less than thirty feet away.

Adrenaline was making every nerve in your body buzz and sing, drowning out the terror, so when the hairspray can in your hand abruptly sputtered, empty, you didn’t miss a beat as you tossed it away and yanked another one from your waistband.

The bats were wailing as they burned, and you kept the column of flames going as you stumbled over their smoldering corpses. Some of the flying bastards were starting to catch on, though, and they dive-bombed you as you reached Eddie. You turned your back on his prone form— refusing to look down, refusing to see if he was still breathing because he had to be— and you lifted up your arms as you aimed for the eye of the winged storm.

“Fuck youuuuuu!” you bellowed, spinning in a circle to roast every demo-bat that came within five feet.

One of the bats directly above you shrieked so loudly your ears popped, and you aimed for the fucker just to shut it up. Its ugly snarling face was swallowed by the inferno, and its screech cut off as it suddenly went limp and plummeted from the sky.

You gasped but then remembered Eddie lying at your feet, and you didn’t even have to think about it as you turned and threw your body over his.

The grunt that escaped his chest when you landed on him would have made you weep for joy— alive, alive, he’s alive— but an instant later, you felt the corpse of the demo-bat slam into your spine while still on fire.

You cried out wordlessly as the flames scalded your shoulder blades, the smell of burning hair filling your nose, and you immediately rolled off Eddie. The bat carcass flopped to the side, and you kicked it away, rolling on your back again to put out any residual embers.

The pain in your shoulder was worse now, rearing its head past the adrenaline rushing through your veins, and now your back felt like a charred grill.

But you couldn’t think about that, couldn’t give into the pain, because the demo-bats were still screaming around you, and now they were pissed.

You scrambled to your feet and pulled your third and last can of hairspray from your waistband. You’d lost the previous one in your fall, and there was no time to look for it amongst the smoldering bodies surrounding you. Thankfully, you’d kept hold of the Zippo, because there were still dozens of bats circling overhead, and in the brief reprieve from the flames, they decided to get bold again.

They dive-bombed you in unison, and your heart lurched into your throat as you stood in the face of what now seemed like countless winged nightmares. Their snarling maws, filled with teeth, descended on you like a plague, and you just barely got the Zippo and hairspray up before you were torn to pieces.

Flames exploded into life a moment later, and most of the bats veered off, but one fucker wasn’t deterred, and it swooped and raked its talons across your arm before spiraling off, burning.

“Shit!” you screamed as white-hot agony raced up your arm, and a gush of your own blood arched through the air, glinting in the lightning and flames flashing around you.

The bat had gotten you across your good forearm and bicep, and now both of your arms felt heavy as lead. Your body ached to drop them, to give up, but you refused.

You weren’t going to die. Because if you died, Eddie was going to die, and you were not going to let that happen.

“Come on, you sons of bitches!” you roared at the sky, baring your teeth at the demo-bats.

They screeched out their own war cry and dove once more, and you were there to meet them with flames and rage.

What felt like an eternity passed as you roasted the bats left and right, but then you felt the hairspray sputter in your hand, and your stomach dropped into your shoes. You only had a brief instant to panic before the flames died out all at once, and you stared at the can like it had personally betrayed you. But then you tossed it away like you had the others, shoved the lighter in your pocket out of habit, and gasped for breath as you searched for something, anything, to keep the bats at bay.

A flash of lightning illuminated the gloom around you, glinting off some metal half buried under the embers of a demo-bat corpse. Recognition hit you like a bus, and you lunged forward, dragging Eddie’s handmade shield and spear into your hands. Your busted shoulder screamed as you hefted the shield up in front of you, spikes pointed out, and the fingers of your opposite hand were slick with your own blood on the haft of the spear.

You crouched defensively like you had seen Eddie and Dustin do when they were fucking around in that field what felt like a lifetime ago, and your heartbeat was so loud in your ear, you almost didn’t hear Eddie’s voice.

“Obi,” he rasped behind you, but his voice sounded wrong, wet, and your insides froze. “O-bi… run.”

“No,” you said right before the bats seemed to realize you were out of fire, and then there was no more time for talking.

The cloud of them descended upon you, blocking out the sky, and you stepped back to protectively stand over Eddie’s body as you lifted you shield, closed your eyes, and braced for impact.

The first demo-bat to slam into the shield nearly knocked you off your feet, but you widened your stance and shouted wordlessly, extending your shield arm out until the pain was so great in your shoulder that you almost couldn’t feel it anymore. Bats kept slamming into the metal disk, one after another, and you lifted your spear, expecting one to swoop at you from behind.

But they didn’t.

In fact, after a moment, even the impacts against your shield stopped, and suddenly, it was eerily quiet. The demo-bats weren’t shrieking anymore, they were almost… whimpering. And the sound wasn’t coming from above you. It was coming from… below.

You tentatively peeked beyond your shield, bringing your spear in front of you, ready to impale anything that moved. But when you looked around, your eyes widened. The breath stilled in your lungs.

The sky was clear, and the demo-bats were… dead. Or dying. They twitched and writhed on the asphalt around you like worms after a big rain. Most of them were scorched in some manner, but some of them looked whole and unblemished, like they had just dropped out of the sky.

What the fuck?

You stood there panting for several seconds, but no more nightmares came swooping down out of the black clouds. The vines on the trailers around you didn’t come alive, a Demogorgon didn’t sprout of the ground and attack. There was… nothing.

Was it… was it over?

Before you could think any more about it, Eddie coughed behind you, and you whirled around.

“Eddie,” you gasped as you stumbled forward, your arms going limp at your sides. The shield and spear clattered onto the road, but you barely heard them, your eyes and all your attention focused on the man sprawled out at your feet.

It was the first time you had really looked at him since you started to attack the bats, and your breath immediately caught in your chest.

“Eddie,” you said again, but this time it was more of a whimper, your voice as weak as your buckling knees. You dropped into a kneeling position beside him, the hot asphalt digging and burning your bare skin, but it was all so very distant.

Because there was just so much blood surrounding Eddie.

His Hellfire shirt was torn to shreds, the gaping holes in the fabric matching the gaping holes in his skin. Blood trickled out of the jagged wounds, pooling on the road beneath him, spreading like oil slicks. You could feel some of it warm against your kneecaps, but the rest of you felt cold, ice cold.

“Well,” Eddie said, and his lips were red with blood as they flickered into a faint smile. “You… really proved yourself the master now, huh, Obi?”

“Shut up,” you replied reflexively, your go-to response when he was teasing you, but your voice cracked halfway through as tears blurred your vision. It felt as if you were watching this scene from outside your body, like you were seeing it at the end of a very long, dark tunnel.

Eddie laughed, which was his go to response, but he choked on a groan, coughing, blood now staining his teeth.

His pained noise snapped you back into your body, and you were suddenly moving, shuffling forward on your knees and pressing your hands into his gut. His hot blood pulsed through your fingers, slow and getting slower, and panic started to crawl up your throat.

“Goddamn it, Munson,” you said through your tears, keeping one hand on his stomach as you used the other to unknot the flannel tied around your waist. “Why’d you have to go and be such an idiot?”

You balled up the flannel and then quickly replaced your hand with it. Eddie groaned as you pressed down hard, but you needed to stop the bleeding.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you still muttered, hating the fact that you were hurting him.

“Eddie!”

Dustin’s voice was like the crack of a gun in the otherwise silent trailer park, making you flinch, but you refused to turn and face him. You listened as he stumbled across the bat-strewn asphalt, and a moment later, he was collapsing onto his knees on the other side of Eddie.

“Oh, god,” the boy whimpered, tears already streaking down his face. “Oh, god, Eddie.”

“Bad, huh?” the metalhead grunted beneath you, and you could feel how he struggled to get the words out.

Panic had latched onto the back of your tongue, pulling itself hand over hand upwards, and you knew you were moments away from screaming and never stopping.

“No, no, you’re gonna be fine,” Dustin said as he reached out and gently stroked the top of Eddie’s head. “J-Just gotta get you to a hospital, okay?”

Hospital. The word rang through your head like a bell. You needed to get him to a hospital. If you could get him back through the gate, it was less than a ten minute drive, especially while speeding. He could make it.

He had to.

“Yes, yes, a hospital, we gotta get to the hospital,” you mumbled, the filter between your thoughts and words nonexistent now. Eddie’s blood was still burning your hands like a brand, but the flannel hadn’t soaked through yet. If you kept applying steady pressure, everything would be fine. “Dustin, I need rope, your shirt, anything that I can use to tie this flannel against him.”

“Y-Yeah, of course, here,” Dustin said, immediately shucking off part of his outfit. He handed you something that was part mesh, part ghillie suit, but it was elastic and flexible, which was what you needed.

“Okay, Eddie, I’m gonna have to shift you a little,” you warned, keeping one hand pressed to his torso as you slid your other one— the one holding the mesh fabric —underneath his side.

“Sure,” the dark-haired man mumbled, but his voice was very light, little more than a breath, and his eyes were starting to flutter.

You couldn’t waste any more time, so you shoved your arm beneath him. You skin scraped across the asphalt, tiny pinpricks of pain, but they were so easy to ignore as the you shoved your hand out on the other side of him.

“Dustin, grab it,” you ordered, and when he did, you quickly withdrew your hand and pressed it beside your other one on the man’s stomach. “This might hurt, Eddie, I’m sorry.”

“Wait, wait.” His dark brown eyes flickered open, finding yours. They looked so tired. And scared. “I-I think I just… need a second, okay?”

Dustin stifled a sob beside you, but your eyes were dry as you glared down at the man bleeding out beneath your fingers.

“Eddie, we don’t have a second,” you said. “We need to stop this bleeding before we can even move you, and then we have to somehow get you through the gate, and the hospital is still like ten minutes away, and goddamn it, why did you do this Munson?”

You gasped for breath at the end of your rant, your throat constricting, and the backs of your eyes started to feel hot again.

No, stop it, you couldn’t cry. You couldn’t cry because Eddie wasn’t going to die. You kept repeating this to yourself, even as Eddie coughed again, the sound wet, and smiled weakly up at you.

“I-I didn’t run away this time, though, right?” he asked, a begging for validation behind his dark eyes.

“No, no, you didn’t run,” Dustin said, voice choked.

“You’re… gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay, Henderson?” Eddie’s eyes slid from you to the boy on his other side, and his resigned tone suddenly infuriated you.

“No,” you snarled, Dustin sobbing out the same word. You pried one of your hands off Eddie’s stomach, leaning forward and grabbing both of Dustin’s. Your fingers were tacky with blood against his skin, but you ignored it as you met the kid’s eyes and maneuvered his hands. “Keep applying pressure. Hard. Here and here. Don’t let up.”

“W-What are you doing?” Dustin asked, but he did as instructed while you half turned and groped behind you.

You didn’t respond as your fingers closed around the haft of Eddie’s makeshift spear.

“Henderson,” Eddie coughed, but you refused to look at him. “Say it. Say ‘I’m gonna look after them.’”

“No, you’re gonna do that yourself,” Dustin sniffled as you turned back to face them.

You glanced down and saw blood was starting to drip from the flannel.

“Say it.” Eddie’s face was pleading.

“Don’t say shit, Dustin,” you growled, and then you leaned over and down so your face was hovering just over Eddie’s. “Do you hear that, Munson? I’m not letting your ass die, so shut the fuck up.”

Eddie’s bloody face twitched, too many emotions to name rippling across it, but you tore your eyes away and turned to Dustin.

“When I tell you to, move,” you said as you dug around in your pocket for the Zippo. Once it was in your hands, you flicked it open and laid the homemade spear across your lap.

“B-But I thought you said not t— what are you doing?” Dustin cut himself off, his wide eyes staring at where you were now running the Zippo’s flame along the knife used as the spear’s head.

“Pressure isn’t enough, he’s still bleeding,” you said in a flat, robotic tone, your eyes never leaving the lighter’s flame. “We need to cauterize the wounds. It’s the only way we’ll get him out of here in time.”

“Shittttt,” Dustin whined, and you knew if his hands weren’t glued to Eddie’s gut, they would be tearing at his hair.

“That… doesn’t sound fun,” Eddie rasped quietly.

“It won’t be,” you snapped and finally tore your eyes away from where the flat edge of the knife was beginning to glow orange. “That’s what you get for being stupid.”

“Aww, come on, princess.” He cracked a bloody smile. “You… can’t give me my hero moment? I-I think I was pretty badass. Let me go out in a blaze of glory.”

“No,” you spat, your voice cracking again as tears abruptly returned to your eyes with a vengeance. “No, because what about me? What the fuck am I supposed to do with you gone, Munson?”

Eddie blinked slowly at you, a numb sort of surprise flickering across his features.

“You’ll… be okay,” he said after a moment.

“No, I won’t,” you countered vehemently, and tears started to slip down your cheeks, dropping onto Eddie’s face and neck. “I won’t be okay. Because you’ll be dead, and I’ll spend the rest of my life in love with a goddamn ghost.”

You didn’t mean to say it, had told yourself you would take your embarrassing crush to the grave, but your mind was starting to spiral in desperation.

Eddie’s dark-brown eyes widened, but you snapped your head up to glare at Dustin.

“Move!”

The boy ripped his hands away and fell back on his ass, and you dropped the Zippo, using your now free hand to shove the bloody flannel and Eddie’s Hellfire shirt up and out of the way. His pale torso was soaked in blood, the crimson blocking out some of his tattoos, and you could see where it was still oozing from. Jagged bite and slash marks littered his ribs and sides, but your eyes quickly identified the two worst ones, the ones that were making him lose too much blood.

The spearhead was still glowing as you maneuvered it over Eddie’s torso, and you couldn’t help but find his eyes again.

They were still wide with fear and surprise, but you thought you saw trust there too in the dark depths of his gaze.

Without thinking about it, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his. Eddie drew in a ragged gasp, and you briefly darted your tongue into his mouth, tasting blood. Then you pulled back and stared into his eyes.

“Don’t you fucking die on me, Munson,” you murmured in the space between your mouths.

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” he exhaled, and you seized the moment to position the hot spearhead over the worst of his wounds and press down.

The sound and smell of sizzling flesh hit you, and Eddie yelled out wordlessly as his back arched.

“Stay still, stay still,” you begged, trying not to stab him with the knife pressed to his skin.

Dustin leaped forward and pressed down on Eddie’s shoulder and thigh, anchoring him to the ground and whispering reassurances.

You counted to ten in your head and then carefully pried the knife away from his side. The skin was still streaked with crimson, and now it was red and raised in an angry, jagged pattern that matched the serrated edge of the knife. But no new blood trickled from the wound, and relief made your head swim.

You would still need to get him to a hospital for any internal injuries, but if you could stop the external bleeding, it would buy him some time.

“Okay, okay, just one more,” you panted, picking up the Zippo in shaking fingers to reheat the flat of the blade.

“You hear that, Eddie?” Dustin asked and shook him a little. “Just a little more.”

Eddie choked out a laugh, his eyes glassy and unfocused as he stared up at the dark sky. “’S’all good. It… doesn’t even really hurt anymore.”

Dustin whimpered, and you gritted your teeth, burning the tips of your fingers as you all but pressed the flame into the knife.

“Hey, Munson? Munson! What year is it?” you asked frantically.

“Hmmm, ’86, baby,” Eddie hummed, his voice sleepy. “My year. I think it’s finally… gonna be my year.”

“That’s right.” The flat of the blade was now orange, so you dropped the Zippo again and zeroed in on the second-worst bite. “So you gotta stay alive. It’s your year, and you’re going to graduate, and the second shit settles down, you’re taking me on a date.”

“Am… I?” His dark eyes refocused a little and found yours.

“Yes,” you said and steeled yourself. “So, keep breathing and focus on me.”

“Second part’s n-not hard at all, sweetheart.” He smiled weakly at you, but then his face contorted as you pressed the hot metal into his skin once more. “F-Fuck! Shitshitshit.”

“Shhh, I know, I’m sorry, so sorry,” you babbled as Dustin whined but held Eddie down.

You counted to ten again before pulling the blade away, and again, the skin was ugly and raised, but sealed. Your eyes danced over Eddie’s torso, but the rest of the bite and slash marks were shallow, most already clotted over. It was like the bats only got two good bites in before you started barbequing them.

Thank fucking Christ.

“Okay, okay, that’s it.” You dropped the spear and then hurriedly tugged your flannel and his shirt back over his stomach. You pressed the flannel against his gut, grabbing the mesh ghillie suit that was still underneath him and quickly tying it around his waist.

Eddie groaned, but when you were done, his torso was bound good and tight, and with the worst of the wounds cauterized, you should be able to move him.

He just needed to stay awake and keep breathing a little while longer.

“I-Is it done?” Dustin asked, his voice quiet and sounding much younger than he actually was. “Is he… gonna be okay?”

“I’ve done all I can, and most of the bleeding’s stopped,” you said, and you glanced from the curly-haired boy to the panting man beneath you. “We still need to get him to the hospital. ASAP. Do you hear that, Eddie? We gotta move.”

“I… don’t think I can,” he sighed, eyes fluttering, struggling to find yours. “S-So sleepy.”

“Hey, hey.” You reached out and cupped his face, trying to keep him awake, and his gaze cleared a little as it met yours. “What’s that line, from the Return of the King? The one Sam says to Frodo on the slopes of Mount Doom? When Frodo says he can’t go on.”

Eddie blinked up at you, a small crease forming between his eyebrows, but Dustin beat him to it.

“I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you,” the kid recited from memory, and a smile bloomed across your face.

“Yeah, that one,” you said, shifting so you were crouching on your heels instead of kneeling. “I can carry you. But I need you to at least sit up for me. Can you do that, Munson?”

Eddie stared at you with an expression you couldn’t place. He looked on the precipice of either breaking out into tears or into a smile, but his eyes were steady as they held yours.

“Obi,” he breathed, but you could already hear it in his tone, so you started shaking your head.

“Nope, nuh-uh, I’m not hearing any arguments. Can you sit up, yes or no?”

Eddie pursed his lips before jerking his chin down once.

“Alright, Henderson, help me sit him up,” you said, gently tucking your fingers under Eddie’s right shoulder while Dustin did the same on the left. “Slowly!”

Together, you and Dustin painstakingly levered Eddie upright.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the metalhead hissed through gritted teeth, and then he slumped against you once you had him in a seated position. His breath was hot and damp against the skin of your collarbones, his forehead pressed into the crook of your neck.

“Still with me, Munson?” you murmured as you wrapped your left arm around his back.

“Present and accounted for,” he groaned, rolling his brow against your good shoulder.

“Good, good. Now…” You shifted a little in your crouched position, your thighs and knees beginning to burn. “I need you to drape your arm around my shoulders, and I’m going to wrap mine around your waist. On three, we’re going to stand up, and Dustin’s going to slip under your other arm. Alright?”

“M’kay,” Eddie sighed as he nuzzled his nose behind your ear. “You smell good, Obi.”

Any other time, that sentence would have made butterflies explode into flight in your stomach, but you could hear the slur in his words, and you knew he wasn’t going to stay conscious much longer. The three of you needed to get back through the gate before he passed out.

“You can smell me all you want later, yeah?” you said and jostled him. “Drape your arm over my shoulder, Munson.”

Eddie hummed wordlessly but listened, so you made sure your hold on him was secure before you took a deep breath.

“Okay, one, two, three!”

You shoved upwards, body aching from the strain of Eddie’s additional weight. He was practically limp against you, but you got the pair of you upright, and he managed to somewhat stay on his feet.

“Alright, good,” you grunted, swaying, and you dug your fingers into Eddie’s opposite hip. The hand you had wrapped around his back was the one that demo-bat slashed, and you could feel your own blood still dripping down your skin, but you ignored it as you looked at Dustin. “Grab that spear. Something weird happened to the bats, I didn’t kill them all, so more might come back.”

“Shit, I hope not,” Dustin said, but he picked up the spear anyway before he moved to Eddie’s other side.

It was then you noticed his limp, and your eyes narrowed.

“Henderson, what happened to your leg?” you demanded.

“Well, what happened to your shoulder?” he shot back, raising his eyebrows at the shoulder Eddie wasn’t collapsed against, the one that was starting to ache something fierce now that the adrenaline was beginning to fade.

You winced and then sighed. You couldn’t reprimand him for something you had also done.

“Okay, fine, but never mind helping us,” you said, and you tucked your fingers into the belt loop on Eddie’s opposite side. “I can get him. Just… keep an eye out and lead us back to the gate.”

Dustin frowned, but his leg must have really been hurting because he didn’t argue. He just nodded, spared Eddie one more glance, and turned toward the Munson trailer.

“Alright, Munson, just put one foot in front of the other for me,” you murmured as you dragged your left foot forward.

Eddie stumbled after you, his weight dragging you down, but he stayed upright, his head lolling against your shoulder.

“’M so tired, Obi,” he sighed into your ear. “Can’t I nap first? I’ll study after, promise.”

His words were both slurred and nonsensical now, and you swallowed past the lump in your throat and quickened your pace as much as you could.

“No can do, Munson. We gotta get back to your trailer first.”

“Hmmm… and you gonna spend the night? Got this… new strain from Rick. ‘s killer.”

You’d spent the night at his place before, usually when you were too stoned or tired to drive back to your mom’s house and have her new boyfriend bitch at you for coming in so late. Of course, nothing had ever happened between you and Eddie, besides you drooling on his shoulder or on his couch, but the memory of being so close to him, his warm body pressed to your side while you watched some cheesy horror movie, made you want to scream.

Because his face felt so cold where it was pressed into your neck now.

“Yeah, I’ll stay the night,” you said in an effort to keep Eddie awake. “We can get as high as you want, and I’ll even let you practice Master of Puppets again.”

“I’ve almost… nailed the solo,” Eddie sighed into your hair. “So close. It’s going to be so m-metal.”

The memory of him playing on top of the trailer, rocking out even as an army of bats descended on him, made a slightly hysterical giggle slip from your lips.

“You’re right, it was so metal,” you said just as he stumbled, and you grunted as you caught him. “Hey. Hey, Munson. Eddie!”

“Hmmm?” he hummed, but he started walking again, and you could see his trailer in the distance.

“We’re almost there, so close, just keep walking for me, okay?” You met Dustin’s eye from where he was limping a few feet ahead of you, and while he still looked scared shitless, there was a hint of hope in his gaze now.

“H-Hey, Eddie,” Dustin stammered out, his voice high-pitched. “I-I was thinking, after you graduate, to celebrate, the club should have a one-shot night, and one of the other guys can DM. That way, you can be a player again a-and see that the torch has rightly been passed on. Obi wanted to play too, right, Obi?”

“Y-Yeah,” you said, though this was the first you’d ever even heard of this idea. “I’ve watched you guys play long enough. What do you say, Munson? Help me build a character?”

“You’re a Rouge,” Eddie laughed before he coughed again, and his feet tangled. You managed to keep the two of you from falling over, but his breath was ragged in your ear.

“Really, why?” The question just fell out of your mouth, anything to keep him talking, and Eddie could talk about DnD for hours.

“Sneaky,” he muttered, head lolling against yours, his arm that was draped over your shoulders weighing down on your neck like a yoke. “Sneaky little thief.”

“When have you ever seen me steal something, Munson?” The trailer was so close now, the steps just yards away, the remnants of the front door hanging from its hinges.

“Sneaky,” Eddie said again, but it was more like a sigh. “Snuck into my chest and… stole my heart. Whisked it away and hid it somewhere.”

Now, your feet tripped against each other. You knew he was delirious, barely conscious, speaking nonsense. But a part of you— a very small part buried beneath all the fear and anxiety and fading adrenaline— couldn’t help but wonder.

Did he… share your feelings?

Unfortunately, your brief trip to fantasy land was abruptly cancelled, because Eddie suddenly went completely limp against you and started to pitch forward.

“Eddie!” you gasped, trying to grab him, your arms screaming in pain.

Luckily, Dustin lunged back and helped catch the metalhead, but the two of you couldn’t keep him upright, so you lowered him onto the ground just in front of the steps to his trailer.

“Shit!” Dustin cursed, and he started to hyperventilate. “Shit, no. I-Is he--?”

“He’s alive,” you sighed in relief as you cupped a hand in front of Eddie’s mouth. His breathing was slow but even, just like his pulse when you groped under his neck to check. “I think he just passed out. His… body’s been though a lot.”

“Oh, okay,” Dustin said before he took a deep breath to recompose himself.

Of course, that was when the ground started rumbling beneath you, the Munson trailer creaking ominously.

You and Dustin stared wide-eyed at each other for a long moment, but then the rumbling worsened, followed by red lightning cracking across the sky again, and Dustin grasped at his head.

“Shit, what do we do?!” he wailed.

You glanced down at Eddie’s slack and bloody face for the briefest instant before you started moving.

“Grab his feet and help me get him in the trailer, Henderson,” you ordered, shifting so you could pick up Eddie’s shoulders. “Then you’re going to find whatever sheets or fabric you can in under thirty seconds and tie them together. Ready? On three.”

Dustin scrambled to comply, and as the world continued to shake at the seams around you, you focused on the rise and fall of Eddie’s chest.

He was alive, alive, alive, and you were going to do whatever you had to in order to keep him that way.

~*~*~*~*~*

Two Days Later

Another yawn cracked your jaw as you slumped in the hard plastic chair, and you shook your head, trying to wake up a little.

The sunlight coming through the windows behind you was an orange bordering on red, and the clock on the wall said it was just past seven pm. The sun would set completely soon, and you knew you needed to eat something for dinner, having skipped breakfast and snagging chips from the vending machine for lunch. Your stomach gurgled in agreement, but your heavy eyes and sore body kept you glued to your seat.

The steady beating of the heart monitor wasn’t helping either, the even rhythm like a metronome trying to lull you to sleep, and you scrubbed your face with your right hand, since you left was bundle up in a sling.

As you tiredly dragged your fingers down your cheek, your gaze drifted over to the still form on the bed. In front of you lay Eddie Munson, still breathing, still alive, but pale, his cheeks lacking their usual color, his lips cracked and peeling. He looked… smaller wrapped in bandages and a hospital gown, tucked under sterile white sheets. He also hadn’t woken up since he passed out on the steps of his trailer in the Upside Down. The doctors assured you he would. He’d had some minor internal bleeding, like you expected, but it only took you fifteen minutes after he passed out to get him through the doors of the hospital.

You’d almost killed yourself getting back through the gate, and then almost fallen into a miles’ wide sinkhole, and then nearly crashed the car as you were speeding down the road in a stolen vehicle while the earth quaked to the foundations of Hawkins, but you got Eddie here in time. The doctors said so. He would have some bad scarring— part of that your fault— but once his body recovered from the blood loss, he should be okay.

He just had to wake up.

You glared at Eddie’s sleeping face as you willed him to move, twitch, anything, but he stayed still and silent, and you sighed as you painstakingly got to your feet. You’d been sitting in that chair for hours now, like you had all night and the previous day. You needed to stretch.

Even though it somewhat pained you, you tore your eyes away from Eddie and moved to the window, staring impassively at the orange sky streaked with what look like black smoke, gray ash fluttering down to build upon the windowsill.

Steve had already called to tell you what was going on. Apparently, Mike, his superhero girlfriend Eleven— who you had yet to meet— and some of the others had seen the gates worsening with their own eyes. They were holding a strategy meeting at the Wheelers’ at eight, which Steve invited you to, and you wondered if there would be food there.

You knew you should be more worried, more scared, but all you felt was tired and numb. Everything kind of felt… suspended around you, like the deep breath before a plunge. You were waiting. Waiting for Eddie to wake up. Once he did, you could worry about the gates and the end of the world and whatever else. As long as he was awake.

You continued to stare blindly out at the sky and wondered how it had come to this.

You’d actually grown up in Hawkins. Had fond memories of biking around town, playing in the woods when you were young. Then, when you were about ten, your father got a new job in a bigger city, and he moved you and your mother out of Hawkins for this “great, new opportunity.” That lasted a few years, but when that job fell through, like they always did for your father, your mother finally had enough. She divorced him, and he signed away all his rights, so your mom moved the two of you back to her hometown, completely ignoring that it was your senior year.

She definitely regretted that now.

Small towns were pretty close-knit, so for the ten months you spent at Hawkins High, you mostly kept to yourself. You got good grades since you were good at memorizing and regurgitating information, but your mother was too busy with her new boyfriend to notice. They’d gone to your graduation, though, so that was something at least.

But you didn’t have the money to go to college. At least, not right away. So, you got a summer job at the mall slinging ice cream with Steve “the Hair” Harrington. You’d seen him around school since he was in your graduating class, but since you kept to yourself, you’d never had any interactions with him. He was actually cooler than his reputation made him out to be, in a kind of dorky, endearing way, and you had fun shooting the shit with him, Robin Buckley, and the children that just seemed to flock to Steve for some reason. You’d especially liked Dustin Henderson, specifically because he seemed to get under Steve’s skin in the most hilarious, annoying little brother way.

Then, of course, you got pulled into the whole “Russian spy/Oh-yeah-monsters-are-real” game, which wasn’t how you accepted to spend your summer last year.

But it wasn’t all bad. For the first time in your life, you had real friends. Friends who would literally die for you, and vice versa. Even after the world had been saved— or so you thought at the time— they still stuck around. Robin even helped you get a job at Family Video, and despite some reoccurring nightmares, you were… happy.

Then Dustin and the other kids started high school, met the Hellfire Club, met… Eddie.

Steve always complained about how much Dustin went on and on about this Eddie, but you thought it was sweet. You’d heard of Eddie Munson during your time at Hawkins High, but you never had any classes with him, and you always kept your head down in the halls and left immediately after school. Steven scoffed and rolled his eyes, said Eddie was just a stoner loser, which made Dustin heartily protest, and it always devolved into an argument either you or Robin had to break up.

You could admit you were curious about this Eddie Munson, but it was a mild curiosity.

Then, one rainy day in the fall, when Dustin blew out one of his bike tires and needed a ride home after Hellfire, you offered to pick him up since Steve had a shift that night. You’d run into the room where the club was wrapping up their session, dripping water everywhere, and when you finally shook your wet hair out of your face and looked up, your eyes immediately locked onto dark-brown ones that were staring at you with interest.

You suspected that was the moment you fell in love with Eddie Munson. But the next moment— the one where Dustin introduced you, and Eddie slid off his throne and onto his feet before dipping into a graceful, flourishing bow— was a close second.

For the next several weeks, Dustin had asked you to pick him up from Hellfire, but after Mike let it slip that Dustin’s bike was already fixed, you’d asked the curly-haired boy why. He’d reluctantly admitted that Eddie asked him to bring you around, so the next time the club met, you drove up to the school. Dustin was already leaving with Lucas and Mike, the three of them waving from their bikes, and Eddie had blinked at you in shock when he saw you leaning against your car. Then a wide smile bloomed across his face, crinkling his eyes, and it was all downhill from there.

You started spending time with Eddie in the afternoons or evenings or on your days off from the video store, and you quickly discovered that the hardcore metalhead persona was just a mask. The real Eddie Munson was a nerd through and through. But he was also sweet, funny, quick to smile and quicker to make you laugh.

The two of you spent hours talking about everything and nothing, passing joints back and forth until they were just ashes. You learned that he was actually pretty smart and well-read. His dog-earned copies of The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings were worn from use and even annotated, and one night, when the two of you were really high, he read a passage from one of the books, doing all the different voices. You had dissolved into giggles at some point, pushed over the edge by a particularly ridiculously voice, and Eddie had looked so proud of himself, dimples prominently framing his wide grin.

His DnD campaigns were also incredibly complex and compelling, and you told him he could honestly be a writer someday. He had blushed and laughed you off, saying he was probably never even going to graduate high school, and the defeat in his voice had twisted your heart. So, you’d offered to tutor him, help him study, in the hopes of getting him to graduation. Eddie moaned and complained at first, but he let you quiz him with flashcards, started taking notes, and his grades had gone up a little in the last few months. As he’d crowed to the Hellfire Club numerous times, he had just needed to pass Ms. O’Donall’s final.

Of course, none of that mattered anymore. Half the town had already fled, and the school was being used as an evacuation center for those who remained. You’d heard rumors that the school administration was just going to pass all its students for the year, to make the paperwork for transferring easier, but you weren’t sure if that was true or not.

You hoped it was. Eddie deserved some good news when he woke up.

You sighed again and knew you needed to start heading for the Wheelers’. With one more glance at the darkening sky, you turned away from the window and went to pick up your jacket from the back of your chair.

But when you looked up, your eyes clashed with dark-brown ones, staring at you with interest.

“Jesus H. Christ!” you gasped, stumbling back a step as your right, bandaged hand flew to your chest.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, and Eddie Munson was staring back at you from the hospital bed. His gaze was glassy and a little disoriented, but it was focused on you, and after a moment, his dry lips parted, his tongue snaking out to wet them.

“Hey, Obi,” he rasped, and a faint smile tugged at his mouth.

You exhaled a sound halfway between a sob and a choke, and then you were stumbling forward, shoving the chair out of the way so you could sit on the edge of the bed.

“H-Holy shit,” you stuttered out, tears blurring your vision as you took Eddie’s hand in yours. His palm was warm against your own. “Fuck, Munson. Y-You took your damn time waking up.”

“ ’M sorry,” he sighed, but his fingers squeezed yours, and a tear finally escaped and trailed down your cheek. Eddie frowned at the sight, and his glassy gaze cleared a little bit. “Why… are you crying, princess?”

You choked out a laugh, more tears spilling down your cheeks. “Because you’re in the hospital, dingus. You almost died.”

“Oh, yeah.” He blinked placidly up at you for a moment, but then his eyes widened, and you heard on the monitor as his heart began to race. “Shit, wait, what happened? I-I remember the bats— Fuck! Where’s Henderson, is he okay? And what about Harrington? Wheeler? Sinclair? And the redhead, oh, fuck, did Vecna get her?”

“Eddie,” you tried to cut in, but he was fully starting to panic now, his fingers digging into your hand, his breath coming out in shallow pants.

“A-And am I in the Hawkins hospital? What about the cops? Fuck, are they on their way? Do we need to start running? I—”

“Eddie!” you said, this time louder, and he cut off with a gasp, his wild and terrified eyes staring into yours.

“Y-Yes?” he asked, his voice quiet and timid.

“Take a deep breath, Christ,” you sighed, and you would have run a hand through your hair if one of them wasn’t in a sling and the other held in a death grip by long, slender fingers, rough with guitar callouses.

Eddie inhaled shakily through his nose and exhaled through his mouth, and his eyes never left yours.

“Good,” you said, a weak but genuine smile stretching across your face. “Now, one thing at a time. What do you want to know first?”

“Henderson,” Eddie blurted without hesitation. “Is he alive?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Dustin’s fine, just has a sprained ankle. Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Lucas are also fine. And Max is… alive.”

“I don’t like that tone, Obi,” Eddie said as he frowned at you. “What happened?”

He could always read you too easily.

“Vecna… did get her,” you sighed, eyes dropping to where your hand was intertwined with his. “Partially. Mike’s superhero girlfriend Eleven was able to beat him, but… Max is in rough shape. The doctors aren’t sure if she’ll wake up again.”

“Shit,” Eddie breathed, his face twisting. “That… sucks.”

His response startled a snort out of you, and his cheeks flushed a light pink.

“I-I’m sorry, that was stupid to say, I’m just drugged up—” he started to ramble, but you squeezed his hand and smiled at him again.

“No, you’re right, it sucks,” you agreed. “It fucking sucks royally. But apparently there’s a chance Eleven might be able to wake Max up, so there’s some hope.”

“Well, that’s good,” Eddie said, but then he shifted slightly and flinched.

“Are you okay?” you immediately asked, your eyes falling to his stomach, half-anticipating to see him bleeding through his gown.

“Fine, fine, just… sore,” he groaned and pressed his head back into the pillow, his long hair a dark halo around him. “Everywhere.”

“Welcome to the club,” you scoffed, awkwardly waving your sling-bound arm like a chicken wing.

Eddie frowned at your arm before his eyes found yours again. “How did that happen?”

“Well…” You bit your lip. “How much you do remember? From right before you passed out.”

“I… remember jamming out on top of the trailer,” Eddie started slowly as a crease formed in the middle of his brow. “I remember the bats, running from the bats, the bats getting into the trailer, and… oh.”

He flinched again, a little guilt beginning to leech into his eyes, and you knew he’d remembered his “decision.”

“Yeah, oh,” you repeated, your voice taking on an edge as you glared down at him. “You, Edward Munson, decided to fucking oh-so-heroically sacrifice yourself.”

“Aw, come on, Obi.” He tried for a smile, but it withered as your glare increased. “Okay, I know you’re angry, but I couldn’t just let you get eaten by monster bats. Y-You and Henderson, I mean. I was trying to give you both enough time to escape.”

“Did you honestly think we would just leave you there?” you demanded. You tried to sound angry— were angry— but you voice came out a little hurt.

“Well…” Eddie said as he chewed the dry skin off his lower lip. “I’d hoped you would. Especially after I cut the sheets down.”

“All that succeeded in doing was making it harder for Dustin and I to get back, which resorted in his sprained ankle, and my fractured fucking shoulder.” Your words were sharper than you meant them to be, and Eddie winced like you’d struck him. He averted his gaze and started to extract his hand from yours, but you clamped your fingers down around his. “Wait, no, I—”

You cut yourself off, sighed, and took a deep breath.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you, I’m sorry,” you muttered, running your thumb across the backs of Eddie’s knuckles. “I just… god, Munson. Do you know how fucking terrified I was when I saw those bats circling you? And don’t get me started on how much blood you lost. I nearly lost my goddamn mind trying to stop the bleeding.”

“You… burned me,” Eddie said, and his eyes narrowed as he fought to remember.

“Yes.” Now, it was your turn to flinch. “To stop the bleeding. I-I didn’t wanna hurt you, but it was the only way—”

“Calm down, sweetheart,” Eddie chuckled, and that lopsided grin you loved so much spread across his face. “You obviously did everything right, since I’m sitting here talkin’ to ya.”

You exhaled shakily because he was right. You’d kept him alive. That was the important part.

“Yeah, well, lugging your ass through that gate certainly wasn’t easy,” you scoffed, but you flashed him a smirk to show you were partially joking.

“How’d ya do it?” Eddie asked, settling back into the pillows as he absently played with your fingers.

“Well, the earthquake certainly didn’t give us a lot of time—” you started.

“Wait, what earthquake?”

“Would you let me finish?” you teased, narrowing your eyes at him, and he sheepishly smiled.

“Sorry, go on,” he muttered.

“Like I said,” you sighed. “Right after you passed out, it felt like the Upside Down was trying to shake apart. So, Dustin and I carried you into the trailer, and Dustin tied together any fabric he could find while I used the furniture to prop up the mattress vertically beneath the gate. Dustin helped tie you to my back in the weirdest piggyback ride ever, and then he clambered up the mattress and through the portal. You and I more fell through, but Henderson made sure we had a landing pad this time, so minimal injury on that front. Then we hauled ass to the hospital. But…”

You trailed off and bit your lip, unsure of how to break the bad news to him.

“But what?” Eddie asked with a furrowed brow.

“But the earthquakes didn’t stop,” you went on as you tightened your grip on his hand. “The gates… grew. They fucking split Hawkins in half. And… they swallowed your trailer.”

“Oh, shit,” Eddie breathed, his face paling, and then his nails dug into your skin. “Shit, Wayne?”

“Wayne’s fine,” you quickly assured him. “He was at the plant when it happened. He was actually here just a while ago. Went out to find something to eat.”

“Thank fucking Christ,” he sighed as some of the tension fled his body, but his eyes quickly found yours again. “So, the trailer’s just… gone, huh?”

“Yes.” You nodded and stroked your thumb across his knuckles again. “Along with half of Hawkins. Butttttt… Henderson was able to grab a few things while I was starting up the car.”

Eddie cocked his head at you curiously, his bangs trailing across his forehead, and you fought the urge to brush them back.

You smiled instead and tried to extract your hand from his, but his grip clamped down around you, and his brown eyes went a little panicked.

“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” you soothed. “Just need to reach under my chair, and I only have one hand at the moment.”

A blush stained Eddie’s cheeks, and he reluctantly released your fingers. “Sorry.”

You just continued to smile at him as you stood and turned around. A small box had been stashed under your chair, but you’d kicked it out of your way when you’d rushed to Eddie’s side earlier. The cardboard box was shoved against the wall beneath the window, and you stifled a groan as you bent down and picked it up with one arm.

“It’s… not a lot,” you grunted as you set the box on the edge of the bed, pressed to Eddie’s thigh. “Mostly just what Dustin could sweep or throw in a box in under ten seconds. But it’s something, and I’d thought you’d like to have something familiar when you woke up.”

Eddie wiggled a little in the bed, wincing as he struggled upright.

“Here, let me help,” you said, leaning over to press the button on the side of the bed. The head of the mattress started to slowly raise, but you didn’t want to put too much pressure on Eddie’s gut yet, so you left the bed in a half reclined position. Then you hit another button to turn up the lights since the sun had fully set by this point, and Eddie blinked in the sudden brightness.

“Alright, what do we got here?” the metalhead asked as he peeked into the box, but his teasing expression turned soft when he saw the contents.

Slowly, he pulled out a few cassettes— Iron Maiden, Megadeath, Judas Priest— along with faded Metallica t-shirt, one of his favorites. Next was his DnD binder, stuffed full of notes, campaigns, and character sheets. And lastly, there were his copies of The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings.

“Goddamn Henderson,” Eddie muttered with a fond expression, and his eyes grew glassy again, this time with tears.

“He also managed to grab your guitar,” you added and grinned, saving the best for last.

“Are you fucking serious?” Eddie gasped as his gaze snapped to yours.

“He’s got it at his house,” you chuckled. “Said he’d keep it safe for you until you got out of the hospital.”

“That fucking kid.” Eddie grinned and shook his head, but his smile slowly faded.

“What?” you asked as you studied his troubled face.

Eddie slowly put all his things back into the box and nudged it back at you, so you took it and set it on the ground at your feet.

“Obi, be honest with me.” He met your eyes dead-on. “Am I going straight to jail from here? Are the cops just waiting for me to wake up to arrest me?”

“Not… exactly,” you said, pursing your lips. “It’s complicated.”

“Oh, you’re killing me, princess,” he groaned. “Am I bound for the gallows or not?”

“You’re not,” you clarified. “All of Hawkins, the police department especially, have more pressing matters to focus on at the moment. Plus, um, Lucas kind of pinned the whole thing on Jason.”

“What?!” Eddie’s voice rose in pitch, and his eyes bulged out of his head. “And the cops believed Sinclair?”

“Well, they kind of had to.” You shrugged. “Especially since Jason couldn’t defend himself. Given the fact he’s dead. But he’s half the reason Max got hurt anyway. He found her and Lucas, attacked Lucas, and broke Max’s Walkman. Then he apparently got cut in half by the gate widening, so Lucas told the cops that Jason was the one who killed Chrissy. He thought Chrissy was cheating on him with you, so he killed her and framed you for the murder. Then he just went psycho, killing more people, and he confessed all this to Lucas before he tragically died in the earthquake.”

Eddie’s eyes grew larger and larger as you spoke, and when you finished, he exhaled sharply.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, his gaze growing distant. “So does that mean… I’m free?”

“For the most part, yeah.” You smiled. “Half the town has fled in the last couple days, and the ones that are left are too busy worrying about the rest of Hawkins just falling into hell. The police exonerated you yesterday at an emergency town meeting, but no one seemed to really care anymore.”

“Fucking figures,” Eddie grumbled, and he rolled his eyes. “They were all up in arms to drag me through town and burn me at the stake, but now they’ve probably already forgotten my name.”

“Good,” you said as you reached out and took his hand again. “Those fuckers don’t deserve to utter your name anyway.”

Eddie seemed taken back for a moment, face slack with surprise, but he quickly covered it up with a smirk.

“Damn straight, sweetheart.” He winked before dropping his head back with a sigh. A moment of silence passed between the two of you, and then Eddie snorted before he started laughing.

“What?” you asked, his laughter contagious, pulling your lips upward.

“Nothin’.” He shook his head, still chuckling. “It’s just… guess I’m not graduating this year, either. ’86 wasn’t my year after all.”

“Actually,” you said as your smile grew, “I heard a rumor the school is just going to pass everyone. You know, in the wake of the ‘disaster.’ So I wouldn’t throw your towel in yet, Munson. I still think ’86 is going to be your year.”

Eddie grinned, a full grin this time, every inch the lively, crazy boy you’d known for months. His brown eyes sparkled with that mischievous glint you loved so much, and he abruptly lifted the hand that was intertwined with yours and pressed a smacking kiss to the back of your knuckles.

“’86, baby,” he crowed. “My year. And it’s all thanks to you, Obi.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, falling back into your usual song and dance, but Eddie suddenly grew serious.

“I mean it,” he said, all traces of laughter gone from his voice. His dark-brown eyes bored into yours, and your breath hitched in your chest. “I would have flunked out months ago without you pushing me to study, and I would have bled out in that fucked up place if you hadn’t saved me. I owe you. More than I can ever repay. But once I get out of this damn bed, find a place to live, and get a job, I’ll figure out how I can start. You know, if the world doesn’t end before then.”

“Excuses, excuses, Munson,” you teased but averted your gaze, uncomfortable with how deeply he was staring into you. You cast your mind about for something, anything else to say, and words tumbled from your mouth before you could fully process them. “M-My house didn’t get swallowed by the gate, so you could just stay with me, you know. J-Just until you find something else. Or the world ends. Whichever comes first.”

You laughed awkwardly, but you could still feel Eddie staring at you, and when you darted a glance in his direction, his eyes were wide. He quickly cleared his throat when he caught your gaze, but you could see your offer had surprised him.

“W-Well, that’s awfully kind of you, princess,” he stuttered out before plastering on a smile. “But I’m sure your mom won’t be thrilled to have the Munson men move in. And I can’t leave Wayne by himself.”

“Wayne can come, too,” you blurted out, dropping your gaze again. You stared at your scraped up knuckles, intertwined with Eddie’s, and tried to fight back your blush. “A-And my mom won’t be a problem. She… left.”

“She… left?” Eddie repeated in an incredulous tone. “What the hell do you mean, ‘she left?’”

“She left.” You shrugged, still refusing to look at him. “Yesterday morning, after I got done talking to the police, helping Lucas to corroborate the Jason lie, my mom showed up. She and David had already packed up the cars and were ready to get the hell out of Dodge. But I wouldn’t go with her. I couldn’t just leave you. I-I mean, you and the rest of the gang. Shit’s only gonna get worse before it gets better, and I know we’ll need all hands on deck if we’re going to keep the Upside Down from swallowing up the real world. So, I refused to go with her. She got upset, and David got pissed, but I’m nineteen. They can’t make me do anything. So… they left.”

Several beats of silence passed, and when it grew too much for you, you chanced a glance at Eddie’s face. His expression was caught between gaping shock and incandescent rage, and you blinked in surprise.

“Are you… are you alright?” you murmured, squeezing his hand.

Eddie seemed to snap out of it, and his gaze found yours again.

“Am I alright?” he scoffed, voice tinged with hysteria. “I should be asking you that. Your mom just… fuck, I’m sorry, but I can’t believe she just fucking abandoned you in the middle of this shitstorm. What a goddamn bitch. N-No offense, of course.”

“No, you’re right,” you said with a wry smile, and you shrugged again. “She is a bitch. We’ve never had the best relationship, I always reminded her too much of my father. But… at least this way she’ll be safe. David might be a dick, but he actually seems to care about her, and I know my mother would kill him if he tried to lay a hand on her. So… she’ll be fine. And who knows? Maybe, once this shit is all over and Eleven saves the world again, my mom will come to her senses and apologize.”

You and Eddie stared at each other for a long moment. You were the one to break first, poorly stifling a snort, and then Eddie caved after you, and soon the two of you were giggling and gasping for breath.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Eddie hissed as he grasped at his side, but he was still laughing. “Ughh, that hurts, Obi, don’t make me laughhhh.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you snickered, and your cheeks ached from smiling so wide.

The pair of you lapsed into silence again as Eddie caught his breath, and then he flopped his head to the side to meet your eyes.

“So… your house, huh?” he asked, lips twitching up at the corners.

“I-If you want,” you stammered as you felt heat rise into your cheeks. “Granted, it might also get swallowed up at any moment, and you and Wayne would have to decide who gets the other bedroom and who gets the couch, but… yeah.”

You bit your lip and would have picked at your fingers if Eddie wasn’t still holding your hand. His face was soft and thoughtful as his brown eyes considered you, but then nervousness started to creep into his expression for some reason.

He seemed to take a moment to build up his courage, and he licked his lips before he spoke again.

“Can… can I ask you something, Obi?”

The seriousness of his tone made you sit up a little straighter.

“S-Sure.”

“It’s just… my memory is still a little spotty, after the bats got me,” he started, and his thumb started brushing over your knuckles again, like he usually played with the rings on his fingers. “I remember… some things, b-but I can’t tell if they actually happened or if I was just hallucinating from blood loss at that point. I— Look, I’m just gonna come out and ask, and you can’t laugh at me because I’m very injured and fragile and might cry. Alright?”

“A-Alright,” you said, swallowing past your suddenly dry throat.

You had a sneaking suspicion you already knew what he was going to ask.

Eddie took a deep breath, and then his chocolate-brown eyes stabbed into you, pinned you to the spot.

“Did you kiss me?”

Your breath hitched in your lungs, panic sparking along your nerves. You didn’t think he would remember. He’d been dying and delirious, and you were just trying to keep him alive, would have said whatever you needed to in order to keep him alive.

Part of you wanted to lie, save yourself the embarrassment, but you couldn’t with the way Eddie was staring into your soul.

“Yes,” you whispered, confessed, and you braced yourself for his rejection.

You’d never said anything about your feelings because you were sure they could never be reciprocated. Eddie had never made a move in all the months you’d known him. He was always affectionate, touching you in innocuous ways, playing with your fingers, tugging gently at your hair, throwing his arm over your shoulders, but it was never sexual, even when you passed out in his bed with him that one time, too stoned to move. So, he obviously didn’t see you like that, and you were too scared to risk your friendship by saying anything.

Besides, Eddie always talked about wanting to get the hell out of Hawkins and never look back, and you didn’t want to be the thing that got in the way of his dreams. You told yourself you would keep your dirty secret, take it to the grave, and yet here you were, on the precipice of spilling your guts.

“And… did you say that you… loved me? Like in love with me?” Eddie asked as he stared at you intently.

You couldn’t read his expression, his tone, your brain too busy setting itself on fire in embarrassment.

“Yes,” you said again, voice no more than a breath, and you dropped your gaze, unable to bare the rejection that would soon appear in his eyes.

“And did you mean it?”

It would be better to lie. To laugh it off, say you were just spouting nonsense to keep him awake. Tell him that of course you loved him, he was your best friend and nothing more.

You couldn’t, though. You were just so tired, and this secret had been weighing you down for so long. It was time to give it up.

But you couldn’t find your voice now, throat hot and tight with building tears, so you just nodded your head silently.

Eddie inhaled sharply, so sharply it sounded like he was in pain, and you just started babbling.

“I’m sorry, look, we can just forget all about it, really. It doesn’t have to mean anything. I’m just so happy you’re still alive, and I don’t want to lose you. Y-You’re my best friend, Munson. Besides, we still have all this gate shit to take care of, and—”

“Obi,” Eddie cut you off. Then he said your name. Your real name. He hadn’t used it in months, and it caused a shiver to roll down your spine.

You snapped your head up in shock, your mouth hanging open in a small ‘o.’

Eddie was still staring at you, but now he was smiling, so wide that his eyes crinkled and the dimples besides his mouth almost leapt off his cheeks. Tears dotted his eyelashes, but he looked so happy, you didn’t understand.

“What’s with the surprise?” he laughed when he saw your face. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know, sweetheart.”

“K-Know what?” you stuttered, trying to piece things together.

“That I’ve been in love with you since the moment you walked into Hellfire, dripping wet, last fall,” he said simply, easily, his smile going a little lopsided. “I had to bow to you to keep from falling to my knees.”

“What?” It felt like the breath had been knocked out of you. Your ears started to ring, and your vision darkened at the edges until all you could see was his face.

“Seriously, Obi?” He smirked. “For a Jedi master, you can sometimes be a little slow. Why do you think I asked Henderson to lie to you about fixing his bike? I wanted to see you. At first, I was worried you were just showing up out of obligation toward the kid, but then there you were that day, leaning against your car in the parking lot, waiting for me. That was probably the happiest day of my life. If you discount all the other days I’ve spent with you since then.”

You gaped at him wordlessly, his words echoing around your skull but failing to process.

He… he loved you? He loved you back?

“B-But you never… you never said anything,” you stuttered. “Never gave any indication…”

“I thought I was pretty obvious, the way I’m always hanging all over you,” he snorted. “But I couldn’t help myself. I just… always want to be around you, Obi. You make the chaos in my head a little quieter. You were like this one spot of bright light in this ugly town. But, like you said, I-I didn’t want to ruin what we already had. Besides, I’m Eddie the Freak, and you’re like lightyears out of my league. Why would you ever go for someone like me?”

“You’re not a freak,” you immediately countered, your voice strong in your surety. “Don’t call yourself that. You’re… you’re Eddie the Brave, not the Freak.”

“Wait, I thought you were the Samwise to my Frodo,” Eddie quipped, so he apparently remembered a lot of what you said while he was dying.

“I’m serious.” You frowned. “You were willing to sacrifice yourself for Dustin and me. You’re a hero, Eddie. A truly metal hero.”

Eddie flushed at your praise, dropping his eyes so his long lashes brushed against the tops of his cheeks. He played with your fingers, and after a moment, he raised one of his shoulders in a half shrug.

“Yeah, well, it’s easy to be a hero when you’ve got such a beautiful maiden to save,” he said, eyes darting up to yours, and a smirk tugged at his lips.

“You are seriously the worst,” you groaned and pulled your hand from his, but he caught it again, brought it to his lips, and pressed a kiss to the center of your palm.

“True, but you love me,” he said, but you could see there was a question in his dark eyes, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“Yeah,” you breathed, cupping your hand over his warm cheek. “I do.”

Eddie nuzzled into your palm and grinned so brilliantly it was like looking into the sun, and you thought that you could handle any nightmare the Upside Down tried to throw at you, as long as you could see his smile every day for the rest of your life. However long it might be.

“Hey, Obi?” he muttered.

“Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice quiet and reverent.

Your stomach bottomed out inside you, and it felt like bubbles had replaced the blood in your veins. You felt light, weightless, like you would float away at any moment.

There was only one answer you could give.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Eddie smiled again, softer but no less happy, and he lifted his hand and gently tucked it behind your head. He played with your hair for a moment before his palm slid to the back of your neck, and then he was slowly tugging you down to meet him, and you were leaning the rest of the way to bridge the distance.

His lips were still dry and chapped when they brushed yours, but just the knowledge that it was him kissing you made every hair on your body stand on end. You tilted your head slightly to get a better angle, opening your mouth to let your tongue trace over his lower lip.

Eddie made a small, surprised noise that trailed off into a groan, and then his grip on the back of your neck tightened. He opened his mouth under yours, his tongue darting out, and the kiss deepened, grew more urgent. His other hand reached out to grab your waist, and he tried to pull your even closer, even though you were already half lying on his body.

You didn’t care, though. In fact, you also wanted to be closer, and you were just considering the logistics of trying to straddle him without exacerbating his wounds when you heard the door open behind you.

“Oh!” a voice gasped.

You ripped yourself away from Eddie, but his hand on your waist tightened and wouldn’t let you go far. You shot a quick glare at him before you glanced at the doorway, and your cheeks filled with fire when you saw the middle-aged nurse standing there.

“H-Hello,” you stammered, trying to stand up and failing when Eddie’s hand flattened against the top of your thigh.

“Hello,” the nurse said as she raised an eyebrow at the pair of you, and though her face looked disapproving, there was a hint of amusement in her gaze.

“H-He just woke up a minute ago.” You cleared your throat, and in your peripherals, you could see Eddie smirking up at you, unbothered. “I was… just about to call someone to check on him.”

“Of course,” the nurse said, but she didn’t sound or look convinced. “Well, I’ll need to give him a quick exam, but it should only take a minute. Then I’m sure you and your boyfriend must be hungry, so I’ll have someone bring you guys dinner.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, your cheeks still on fire.

The nurse hummed and approached the opposite side of the bed, but then she paused and raised an eyebrow at you again.

“I’ll need you to get off the bed for the exam,” she said and looked pointedly at the chair shoved against the wall.

“R-Right,” you stuttered, and then you shot a narrowed-eyed glare at Eddie.

He smiled innocently up at you, but he did remove his hand from your thigh, and you hurriedly got off the bed and moved to sit in the chair.

The nurse was quick and efficient in her exam, and she said Eddie was recovering nicely. If he could keep some food down and sleep through the night, he should be able to discharge in the morning.

“Alright, I’ll go see about getting you some dinner,” the nurse said as she made her way to the door again.

“Oh, wait,” Eddie called out, and when the nurse turned to him, he plastered on his most charming, dimpled smile. “Could you make sure we get the red Jello? That’s my girlfriend’s favorite.”

The easy and casual way he said ‘girlfriend’— not to mention the fact that he remembered which Jello was your favorite— made a heat wave flash through your body, and it felt like your heart had been replaced by humming bird wings.

“Sure, hon.” The nurse nodded before she shot the two of you a look. “But I will say that a hospital is a place for healing, so I expect the two of you to be respectful of that.”

“Of course, ma’am,” Eddie said with a completely earnest expression, and he raised his right hand. “Scout’s honor.”

You were too embarrassed to actually say anything, but you nodded your head all the same. Thankfully, the nurse seemed satisfied with that because she left without saying anything else.

But the moment she was gone, Eddie snapped his head toward you and smirked.

“Yeah, Obi,” he teased. “You need to be more respectful of the sacred hospital. Keep it in your pants.”

“That’s it, I’m leaving,” you deadpanned as you rose from your chair. “Goodbye, Munson.”

“No, no, I was just kidding,” he laughed, but when you stepped toward the door, his voice dipped into a whine. “Nooooo, Obi, don’t be mean to meeee. I’m wounded. A wounded hero!”

You shook your head but couldn’t keep yourself from smiling, and somehow, you ended sitting on the edge of his bed again. You were too nervous about the nurse coming back to do anything ‘untoward,’ but Eddie seemed content to hold your hand and ask about everything else that had happened in the last few days.

The nurse soon returned with two trays of food, and while hospital food wasn’t exactly gourmet, it filled the aching void in the pit of your stomach. Eddie also had fun feeding you since he insisted your arms were too injured to move, and some of the mash potatoes did end up smeared across your cheeks, but Eddie was quick to lean forward and lick it off, silencing your complaints and setting your cheeks aflame.

While you two were eating, Wayne came back, and the poor man nearly fainted from shock when he saw Eddie awake, upright, and eating. Once he recomposed himself, he rushed forward to pull his nephew into a hug, and you subtlety slid off the edge of the bed to give them some room. You mouthed to Eddie over Wayne’s shoulder that you were going to make a phone call, and while the metalhead seemed reluctant to let you out of his sight, he nodded.

You left the two Munsons to reconnect in private, and you made your way to a payphone in one of the waiting rooms. You called the Wheelers’ place, and Dustin picked up on the second ring. He’d apparently been waiting for your call, wondering where you were since the strategy meeting was about to start. You regretfully informed him that you wouldn’t be making it to the meeting, but before he started to complain, you told him Eddie was awake.

The boy nearly blew out your eardrum with how loudly he cheered, but the relief and excitement in his voice only made you grin. Dustin rambled out a million questions before he cut himself off and said he was coming to the hospital, but you told him to stay at the Wheelers and go ahead with the meeting. He tried to argue, but you reminded him that Eddie still needed some rest, which he reluctantly agreed with. You assured him that he would be the first person you and Eddie went to see once Eddie was discharged tomorrow, and Dustin said he would hold you to that.

The two of you spoke for a few more minutes before you hung up the phone, and it had been about ten minutes since you left the Munsons, so you slowly made your way back to Eddie’s room.

Wayne was sitting in the chair beside Eddie’s bed when you eased open the door and slid silently into the room, and judging by his disturbed, slack jawed expression, you assumed Eddie was giving him an edited recap of all the Upside Down shenanigans.

“So, yeah,” Eddie finished in an incongruously chipper voice. “That’s the long and the short of it. I know, it’s fucked up, but it’s the truth.”

Wayne was silent for a long moment, and then he sighed and ran a hand over the top of his head.

“Few weeks ago, I might have called you crazy, but now… I believe you, kid,” he muttered and shook his head. “I’ve seen these… gates. Nothing of this world should look like that. So, I believe you.”

“Good,” Eddie sighed as he relaxed back into his pillows, but then he saw you standing by the door, and a grin broke out over his face. “There you are, sweetheart. I was just talkin’ bout ya.”

Wayne looked up as you hesitantly approached the bed. You’d met him in passing a few times, mostly when you would come over to get high with Eddie and Wayne was on his way out the door for his night shift, and you flashed the older man a tentative smile.

“Hi, Mr. Munson,” you said respectfully.

Wayne didn’t say anything in response as he slowly rose from his chair, and he rounded the end of the bed to stand in front of you, still without saying a word.

“Uhh…” Your eyes darted to Eddie, who looked just as confused, but before you could say anything else, Wayne suddenly pulled you into a tight, crushing hug.

“Thank you,” Wayne rasped into your ear, his voice sounding choked. “Thank you for saving my boy.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you slowly returned the man’s hug.

“O-Of course,” you stuttered before you cleared your throat. “I-I love Eddie, Mr. Munson. I wasn’t going to let him die, no matter how stubborn he was being.”

Wayne chuckled as he released you, wiping his eyes and flashing you a wry smile.

“That sounds like him,” he said.

“Hey!” Eddie protested from the bed, which you and Wayne ignored.

“Also, just call me Wayne,” the older Munson added.

“Alright, Wayne.” You smiled.

“Can we stop playing the ‘Ignore Eddie’ game?” Eddie pouted from the bed, and when you looked over at him, he made grabby motions in your direction.

You and Wayne shared an eyeroll, but Eddie’s uncle stepped to the side so you could reach the side of the bed. Eddie immediately grabbed your hand and tugged you down to sit on the mattress, and he smiled like he hadn’t seen you in years.

“Hi,” he breathed, already playing with your fingers.

“Hi,” you giggled back.

“Well, that’s my cue,” Wayne grunted behind you, and you turned to see him pulling on his jacket. “The, uh, power plant has asked the people left to take on extra shifts if they can, just until the government aid fully arrives. My shift ends around 3am, so I’ll catch some sleep at the high school before I come pick you up after they discharge you, Ed.”

“Oh, actually,” you interjected as you pulled your hand out of Eddie’s. He made a noise of protest, but you ignored him as you dug around in your jeans pocket and pulled out your keys. Then you turned and extended them out to Wayne. “The key with green paint on the top is my house key. My house is still intact, and, um, there’s no one living there at the moment besides me. I already offered this to Eddie, but you both can stay with me until we… figure out what to do about all this… mess.”

Wayne stared at you incredulously. “I-I don’t think—”

“Really, it’s fine, Mr. Mun— Wayne,” you corrected with a smile. “My place isn’t much, but I know a real bed is a right sight better than a cot stuffed in a high school gymnasium. I’ll, um, probably stay here at the hospital tonight anyway, just in case, so, really, you’ll have the place to yourself. And I can drive Eddie home after he’s discharged in the morning. Just leave my car keys.”

Wayne blinked at you, then at the keys, then at Eddie.

“I’d just take them, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie said over your shoulder. “If you think I’m stubborn, Obi is like an immoveable object. Or an unstoppable force. Or both, really.”

You turned and narrowed your eyes at Eddie, and he immediately raised his hands in surrender.

“See?” he stage-whispered to his uncle out of the side of his mouth, and you rolled your eyes and turned back to Wayne.

The keys were still dangling from your fingers, but after a moment, Wayne reached out, took them, and started to work the green painted key off the ring. When he was done, he returned the others to you, and you smiled up at him.

“Thank you,” he grunted. “This is very… kind of you.”

“Kind is Obi’s middle name,” Eddie teased, causing you to blush.

Wayne spent a few more minutes saying goodbye, and you gave him directions to your house. You also told him which bedroom used to be your mothers, and where to find clean sheets.

Once he was gone, Eddie sighed and subsided into the pillows.

“Man, I’m tired,” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

“Almost dying will do that,” you said, and though you hadn’t meant to be funny, he laughed. The sound was infections, and you smiled slightly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his brow. “Why don’t you lay back and get some sleep? I’ll be right here.”

“Will you lay with me?” Eddie asked as he looked up at you through his lashes.

The bastard. He knew you were powerless against his puppy dog eyes.

But you still tried to be sensible.

“You’re still injured, Munson,” you pointed out rationally. “Plus, the bed is like two feet wide, and the nurse is going to rip us both a new one if she finds me in that bed again.”

“Don’t care,” he muttered, tugging at your arm as he fought through a yawn. “I don’t even feel any pain cause of the morphine, and fuck the nurse. I just want to feel you close. I always sleep better with you close.”

The simple confession evaporated the rest of the fight in you, and you sighed.

“Fine,” you relented, like you always did with him.

“Yay.” Eddie grinned and scooted over until his opposite shoulder was pressed against the guard rail.

You shook your head at him as you toed off your shoes, but when you saw the cardboard box half stashed under the bed, you got an idea. Bending down, you rifled through Eddie’s few remaining possessions before your fingers closed around the thing you were searching for, and then you stood up with your prize.

“Ooooh,” Eddie said when he saw the book in your hand, and his brown eyes lit up with delight. “You gonna read me a bedtime story, Obi?”

“Maybe, if you can be quiet long enough,” you huffed as you handed him the book. “Hold this.”

He dutifully took the book from you, and then you spent the next few minutes trying to figure out how to clamber up into the bed without harming either of you. In the end, you were both lying on your backs, hips and shoulders pressed together. Thankfully, your busted shoulder was on the outside of the bed, and you pulled up the guardrail again so you couldn’t roll out of bed in the middle of the night and fully break your already fractured bones.

“Hmm, this is nice,” Eddie hummed as he snuggled his face against your shoulder, his long hair brushing against your neck. “You smell good, Obi.”

“Stop it, you’re tickling me,” you giggled, trying to crane your head away, but he just chased after you.

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. You said I could smell you all I want if I stayed alive, and here I am, still kicking and breathing. Are you going back on your word, princess?”

“No,” you grumbled and just gave in.

Eddie made a happy noise as he pressed his nose to the column of your throat and inhaled, and then he pressed a quick kiss there that made goosebumps erupt over your skin.

“Okay, I’m ready,” he announced as he plopped the book back into your lap. “You may begin.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” you teased, but you picked up the worn book all the same. “Do you want me to pick up at a certain spot?”

“Hmm, nah,” Eddie said, snuggling up more against you, and his eyes were heavy when you looked down at him. “Just start at the beginning.”

“Alright, but I’m not doing all those ridiculous voices you do for the dwarves,” you warned as you flipped to the first page.

“That’s okay, that’s where I’ll jump in,” Eddie snickered and pressed another kiss to the curve of your shoulder. “Because I know how much you love it.”

You couldn’t even deny that. You loved it because Eddie was always so passionate, just like he was about everything else.

“Deal,” you chuckled, and then you cleared your throat before you began. “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

You had to admit, as much as your related to Bilbo and the other hobbits, you didn’t find comfort in a hole, or a house, or any one place.

No, your comfort was the man lying beside you, and no matter what lay ahead for the two of you, and for the rest of Hawkins, you knew you would always have a home as long as Eddie Munson was at your side.

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soundtrack of our summer (side a)

hawkeyedkoi

For over six months, after Hawkins and the Upside Down merge, Steve Harrington is plagued by nightmares. Vines choking him, Eddie dying, and a host of other nighttime horrors. It all changes one night in October 1986 when, instead of the Creel House or the trailer park, Steve dreams about a warm spring day at Skull Rock featuring one very familiar metalhead.

Sure, his subconscious' version of Eddie Munson makes some weird comments about being alive in the Upside Down sometimes, but that's just his brain's way of coping with Eddie's death ... Right?

Words : 100,042 Chapters : 11/11 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

Obey

Wrenegade (Wrenegadeone)

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t stop the fact that Eddie–,” Steve threw a hand out, gesturing to Eddie and ignoring the indignant look on Eddie’s face, “--wants to eat me,” Steve’s hand was back at himself, gesturing to his throat with dramatic emphasis.

“Just a little bit,” Eddie found himself saying while making a pinching motion, if only because part of him particularly enjoyed getting a rise out of Steve if given the opportunity.

Words : 65,042  Chapters : 17/17  Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Feral

TheDeathsWish

Eddie has turned a bit… feral after coming back to life. It’s understandable, what with the whole being a vampire thing.

What Steve doesn’t expect is the gifts he keeps finding everywhere.

Words : 10,970 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Hunger

Ash_Fountain

When a traumatic truth is revealed at a metal concert in Chicago, Steve decides to reveal his own secret to a distraught Eddie sparking a unique relationship.

Words : 33,265 Chapters : 8/8 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

You're Divine

OonionChiver

Eddie can’t seem to look away, can’t bring his ethereal gaze back up where it belongs. Steve thinks he should run, he should flee. A tiny part of him knows Eddie will chase him. Eddie will catch him, outrun him easily.

It's more than a little fucked up how that thrills him.

Words : 259,574 Chapters : 8/8 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

My Blessing

Undreaming

Back when Eddie was still human, he used to think it would be incredibly cool to be a vampire. Child of the night, Nosferatu, all that stuff from his beloved books. He would be untouchable and the people who wanted to hurt him just for being different would wither away and die of old age while he'd still be the same. But as he's learned during last 80-ish years, being a vampire sucks.

Words : 1,928 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Devour

girafe13

Steve can’t look away. The sounds and voices from the church echo from a distance as the stranger leans in, propping his arm on the doorframe. Steve feels sweat gather on his brow. It’s only after he takes a step towards the stranger that he realizes he’s done so. Steve feels at the very end of a cliff, ready to fall willingly, anything to get closer to the ledge.

“Deputy ,” says the stranger, trailing off, pointing at his chest, not quite touching - oh, Steve wants him to, wants it like he needs air in his lungs - where his badge hangs. "Impressive."

Words : 36,899 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

A Secret In Your Throat

VampireEddie

Eddie returns - only it's not quite Eddie. Created by Vecna, a new being has taken over Eddie's mind - and he has his sights set on Steve Harrington. But what begins as a kidnapping may start to shift as Kas spends more time around Steve, and as Eddie tries to take back control of his body.

Words : 44,540 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

I didn't know that I was starving 'till I tasted you

Lihhelsing, tinkerbclla

Steve Harrington didn't really need much to be happy. He was finally signing divorce papers, ready to be free of his ex-wife. He liked his job at the coffee shop, especially because he got to do it beside his best friend in the whole world. And it didn't hurt that Steve's favorite customer, a guy with dark messy curls and a smile to die for, kept coming back to order his usual.

The only weird thing was that Eddie didn't seem to be drinking his coffee because his cup was always full at the end of the night. So Steve made his mission to find a drink Eddie would like, he just didn't imagine it would be something a little... Different.

Words : 16,063 Chapters : 1/1 Rating. : Explicit

AO3 : x

neighborhood gods

paxlux

It’s a legend. It’s a different kind of fairy tale, who wants to hear it. How one boy became wolf because of his stupid heart and the other became vampire because of his storybook courage. Keep an eye on the woods, there’s something out there.

Words : 13,335 Chapters. : 1/1 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

How I’d Kill (to See You Again)

morningberries

“Are you going to kill me?” Steve’s voice was small, the question choking out of him without permission.

Did he even want to know the answer? It was probably as obvious as it seemed, as Eddie rose an eyebrow at him.

“Kill you? Oh, Stevie, I would never.” Eddie dropped to one knee by Steve’s side. His head leaned down, so close to Steve’s ear that he could feel his hot breath ticking against his hair. “I like my meals hot.”

Words : 66,826 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

Steve's Got a Date with a Vampire!

inairbinad

Eddie immediately pulled something out of his jacket—was that donated blood?—then tore into the bag and sucked its contents down like, well, water.

Then Steve had questions. The first of which being a hearty, “The fuck?”

Eddie drained the bag and let his head fall back to rest on the seat, exposing the column of his neck. Steve swallowed, cursing his brain to pay attention to what the hell was happening instead of being a slut for once. Eddie lolled his head to look at Steve and gave him a gleaming, bloody smile.

“So, funny story,” he paused. If Steve had to guess it must’ve been for dramatic effect. “I think I’m a vampire.”

Words : 33,485 Chapters : 7/7 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

You and Me (In the Center of the Apocalypse)

novacorpsrecruit

“Not g’na make it,” Eddie said, his voice shaking at the reality they were facing. “Not both of us.”

Steve glanced towards the gate. Eddie’s right. They both can’t make it through. Steve wouldn’t have time to even help Eddie through without the lining closing on him.

If Steve was gonna go through, he had to go now.

He couldn’t leave Eddie here to die.

Steve stepped back, dropping the stick.

“D-dingus?” Robin called. Her voice sounding far away. “No — no, Nancy we gotta — we gotta!”

The mucus lining started to bulge with their attempts to break the seal, the lining growing stronger, thicker, like healing skin. It slowly started to scar over, dark like a scab. It turned dark, hard, and solid. Steve couldn’t hear them anymore.

“You dumbass,” Eddie exhaled sharply. “You’re stuck.”

Words : 58,194 Chapters : 8/8 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

Hbyrde

Steve Harrington is an animator. It’s a job that involves raising the dead; sometimes as a service for mourning relatives looking for closure, often as a tool for the courts to settle disputes.

Steve Harrington is also a licensed vampire hunter.

Two years ago, vampirism became legal in the United States, granting its undead population citizenship. With this new legal status comes a complication for Steve, as he finds himself tasked with helping the very creatures he is accustomed to killing.

Speaking of complications, Steve struggles in more ways than one when he finds himself working closely with none other than Eddie Munson, an undeniably sexy several-hundred-years old master vampire.

Words : 91,810 Chapters : 17/17 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #vampire eddie munson #fic rec #ficrec #very short but also these are my numb 1 faves #my beloveds

[cielie-voss]

hi, can I make a request for an eddie fic? Like enemies to lovers where the reader is in a classic school band which is always in a fight with corroded coffin? Thanks a lot :D

You know I hate you, right?

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader - Enemies to lovers

Warnings: swearing, Eddie and Reader being bitchy.

a/n: thank you so much, I loved this one, it's so sweet! I hope you like how it turned out!

If you want to be tagged in coming fanfics or if you want to request something, feel free to send me a dm or an ask. 🥰 Likes, comments and especially reblogs are always welcome. 🤗

Masterlist

“If I were your wife, I would poison your coffee!” Her screeching voice fills the cafeteria.

"Oh yeah?" Eddie stands up angrily and stomps a step towards her, "If I were your husband, I'd love to drink it!"

“She doesn’t mean it.” Shrugging, Gareth leans back in denial.

“Oh, she means it.” With a shake of his head, Jeff brings his friend out of his delusion. “And I couldn’t blame her.”

“Nonsense!” Gareth denies and continues to stick to his conviction.

“Jesus Christ, I’m counting the days until I don’t have to put up with this smug behavior from her anymore.” Grumbling, Eddie sits down at the table again, seething with anger at his eternal rival, who, also seething with anger, stomps away from the table.

"And her wannabe metal look... How I'd love to rip the studs off her vest."

“I bet he’d love to rip other things off her,” Dustin whispers to Gareth, unfortunately not as quietly as he intended to, and receives a bitterly angry look from the freak.

“Never in my life! And not in a thousand years and if we were the last two people in this universe!” he explains to his young friend with a disgusted grimace.

"And now? Where should we practice now?” After a few moments of deliberation, Jeff says what everyone at the table was silently wondering. After the water damage to Gareth's house, the garage was blocked. Unless the guys at Corroded Coffin would love to practice between Laundry baskets and boxes full of books. And at the gig in three months, according to rumors, people from the music industry will also be there to scout new talents. So nothing is more important than practice right now.

“So I guess we can forget about the music room,” Gareth sighs and leans back. “Thanks to our Prince Charming here.”

Eddie shoots up next to him indignantly. “Prince Charming?” His mouth opens and closes like a fish on land, trying to counter this sarcastic remark.

“What can I do about her being like that? A stupid, bitchy, snippy, unfriendly, unempathetic, arrogant wannabe alternative bitch?”

“You don't happen to have any more negative Attributes come to mind as these …”

“Seven, it was seven,” Dustin adds to Jeff’s remark about the line-up of unnecessary adjectives.

An uncomfortable, oppressive silence falls over them as everyone picks at their food thoughtfully.

“Maybe you’ll try again. Just… nicer?” Gareth suggests after what feels like an eternity, furrowing his eyebrows, ready for another angry tirade on Eddie's part.

“Yeah, maybe you should really try charm. You know, women are into that sort of thing. Flattery, nice words,” Jeff adds.

“Oh, and how do you know what women are into?” With a very exaggerated rolling of his eyes, Eddie turns to his friend. “Besides, I doubt there is even an ounce of femininity in this … bitch. And when it does, it's buried deep under a heap of arrogance. No, before I have to deal with her again, hell will freeze over. We'll find another rehearsal room."

XXX

The Hawkins High School music club has always been a tight-knit community, a sanctuary for those who revel in the soothing melodies of classical music. Y/N, with her cello in hand, was the epitome of this world. She thrives on the sweet symphonies that echo through the club's hallowed halls. As for Eddie Munson, lead guitarist of the local metal band and self-proclaimed "Metalhead," he was about to clash with this world in ways he couldn't have imagined.

One sunny afternoon, Eddie and his bandmates strolled into the music club's headquarters, hoping to secure a practice space for the coming months. Despite Eddies reluctance and constant complaints, they managed to talk to him, convince him that this is the only way to find some place to practice. Open confrontation is what they called it. And to keep everything nice and calm, they asked Dustin to help them negotiate.

Y/N, sitting amidst her fellow cellists, raises an eyebrow at the sight of these intruders. Their leather jackets and wild hair stood in stark contrast to the elegant formality she is used to. It is clear from the beginning that Eddie and his bandmates are unwanted guests.

"We need a place to practice," Eddie declares, his voice dripping with defiance.

Dustin added, "Yeah, and we're willing to pay."

“Pay?”, Gareth asks quietly with furrowed brows and leans to Jeff.

The music club's president, a stern guy named Brandon, stares them down. "This isn't a place for your noise," he sneeres.

Y/N's fingers tighten around her cello's neck, her disdain for the interlopers growing by the second. She has always despised their kind—the rebels, the rule-breakers. To her, music was a sacred refuge, and these delinquents threatened to disrupt it. Although she secretly began to find some peace - unlike the one she knew before - in listening to Metallica or even Iron Butterfly.

Eddie, undeterred by the icy glares and piercing remarks, leans in closer to Brandon. "We won't be here forever, just a few months. We won't interfere with your precious little concerts or rehearsals."

Brandon scoffed, his eyes flicking toward Y/N as if seeking her approval. "The answer is no."

Y/N, unable to contain her annoyance any longer, speaks up. “If you won’t take no for an answer, you have to discuss with the principal. And I’m pretty sure, since you’re definitely not his favorite student, he’s on our side. So I’m afraid you have to find another way to practice your … noise.” With her hands gesturing around their instruments, she puts on a smug grin.

Reluctant Dustin tugs at Eddie's vest. “Dude, come on. We’ll find another way.”

“Yeah, go on Freaks, find another way.”, she quips and shoos them out with waving hands.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, smirking as he shoots back, slowly walking towards her, nearer and nearer with every word until their noses nearly touch, "Oh we’ll find another way, little Beethoven. And it’ll bother you even more than sharing this room with us, just because I’d love to see the regret and defeat on your nasty, little face."

The room falls silent, the tension between them palpable. Their exchange has caught everyone off guard, a brief spark of some kind of chemistry amidst the hostility. But neither is willing to admit it.

XXX

In the following weeks, Eddie and his bandmates scoured Hawkins for any available practice spaces. Everywhere they went, doors slammed in their faces, and they were met with cold rejection. It seemed the music club's word had spread like wildfire, labeling them as outcasts.

“Shit. Fucking. Bullshit.” Gareth declares, as they leave another unsuccessful negotiation. “The gig is in two months. What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know if this is a stupid idea. But… what about the hellfire club room?” Shrugging, Dustin turns to Eddie with this last resort.

“The-” Eddie takes a deep breath and clenches his hand into a fist, bringing it dangerously close to his face waving around. “The Hellfire Room? Why didn’t we think of this before?!”

Now that a new rehearsal space was found, Corroded Coffin spent every free minute practicing. Of course, to the great dismay of the music club, which was only a few rooms away. Their unruly appearance and the thunderous echoes of their music didn't sit well with the club's traditionalists. A constant battle ensued as to who is louder; Corroded Coffin with their covers of Metallica, Van Halen and Co, or the Music Club with their cello and piano version of Mendelssohn's ‘Song without words’.

One evening, Y/N is practicing with her cello alone when she hears the distant sound of an electric guitar. Curiosity piqued, she follows the music, which stops and starts playing again every now and then, paired with a string of curse words until she stumbles upon an abandoned classroom. There, she finds Eddie, his fingers dancing across the guitar strings, lost in the raw passion of his music and the frustration in not hitting the right tones.

In that moment, Y/N is captivated by the power and emotion in Eddie's playing. It is a stark contrast to the elegance of her cello, but it resonated with her in a way she couldn't explain. She leans against the doorway, silently listening, her earlier animosity momentarily forgotten.

Eddie notices her presence but doesn't stop playing. He smirks and quips, "Enjoying the noise?"

Y/N bites her lip, feeling a strange sense of connection. "It's not noise," she admits, surprising even herself. “And you’re playing it wrong.”

Before Eddie even has the chance to say a word, she continues and takes a step towards him. “Your fingers are too slow. If you would move your index finger faster from here - “ She raises her hand and mimics his hand, still wrapped around his guitar, making it easier to understand for him, “ - to here, you would get the right tone. But either way your finger is too slow, or you just simply don’t know how to actually play guitar.”

Still with furrowed brows, Eddie cocks his head. She’s not wrong. She’s absolutely right. And that bugs him.

“But actually, in my opinion, the latter is the case. Well … “

“Woah, woah, woah! Stop, little Beethoven!” He carefully lays down his guitar, then turns to her, raising his hands indignant. “So you are trying to tell me, Edward Munson, lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin, that I can’t play guitar?” Laughing contemptuously he leans forward and grabs one of the little silly pompoms hanging down from her jacket. “You don’t even know what real music is and you have the audacity to tell me how to play my guitar?”

Rolling with her eyes, Y/N brushes off his hand and sighs. “Dickhead.”, she hisses under her breath, reaching out to his guitar. Before Eddies mind has the chance to comprehend what is happening, she wraps her hand around the neck of said instrument.

“See, you play it this way.” Her fingers glide smoothly over the strings, mimicking his previous playing.

With his eyes wide in shock, he follows her actions. She is good. Really good, actually. But of course Eddie is way too proud to admit it, so he rolls with his eyes and laughs.

“And this is how it’s really done.” She continues the song, but plays the right chords. And damn, she was right. That’s why it never sounded good when Eddie was playing.

“You know, you’re really getting on my nerves, little Beethoven.” Ripping his guitar out of her hands, and pushing her outside of the room again, he desperately tries to fight against the butterflies inside his stomach. But this? Damn, without him knowing, his mind decided that this was damn sexy. And he hates himself for feeling this way.

From that day on, Y/N finds herself drawn to the abandoned classroom. She begins to bring her cello along - pretending to feel safer when she isn’t all alone in the school at night practicing-, while Eddie shreds his incredible solos. Every now and then, he even lets her play with his guitar, acting dumb and like he needs some help from her. They still exchange barbs and insults, but there is a newfound camaraderie beneath it all.

One evening, after a particularly intense jam session, Eddie looks at Y/N, who has brought her own guitar this time, his eyes softened. "You know," he begins hesitantly, "you're not half bad on that guitar of yours."

Y/N raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Coming from a Metalhead and lead guitarist, that's a compliment, I suppose."

Eddie grins and for the first time, it isn’t a taunting grin. It’s genuine, filled with a warmth Y/N had never seen before.

As the weeks pass, Eddie and Y/N's secret jam sessions continue. They are enemies turned to unlikely allies, and the more they play together, the more their mutual attraction grows. The music club's rejection has pushed them together, and in the process, they discovered a love for each other's worlds.

And the more he gets to know her, the more he realizes that she isn’t just some wannabe alternative bitch, but a real alternative bitch, listening to Metallica, Mötley Crüe and Slayer in secret. He hates to admit it, but he really starts to have a crush on her. Which, of course, his bandmates and friends start to notice.

One evening, after they played a haunting melody that blended their two musical styles, Y/N leans in, her lips brushing against Eddie's ear. "You know," she whispers and his hand automatically finds its place on her knee, "if I were your wife, I'd make you coffee every morning." What is happening? She never even dared to think about getting near to the freak, let alone imagining enjoying this intimacy she recently has with him. Her heart is beating so fast, he nearly could hear its pounding.

Eddie's heart skips a beat, and the tips of his ears start to turn into a burning red as he whispers back, "And if I were your husband, I'd drink it every day."

Carefully he lets his hand run through her soft hair only to stop at her cheek, cupping her face with his calloused hand. He feels the heat of her breath against his neck as she leans further into his touch. Their lips meet in a fiery kiss, sealing the unspoken bond that has formed between them. The enemies-turned-lovers have found their harmony, a fusion of metal and classical music that was as unique as their love story.

“You know I hate you, right?”, he whispers out of breath between kisses.

“Hell yeah,”, she answers, smiling against his lips. “As much as I hate you too.”

In Hawkins, where strange things always seem to happen, the most unexpected love has blossomed between a Metalhead and a Cello player, proving that even the fiercest enemies could become the sweetest of lovers.

xxx

Thank you for reading! 🫶 If you want to be tagged in coming fanfics or if you want to request something, feel free to send me a dm or an ask. 🥰 Likes, comments and especially reblogs are always welcome. 🤗

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things reader insert #eddie munson enemies to lovers #enemies to lovers #eddie munson request #eddie fanfiction #corroded coffin #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fluff

[steviewashere]

Steddie Fic Recommendations Part 4!

Previous Recommendations: Part One Part Two Part Three

Okay, there's a lot of new people who follow me since I last did this. But I'm here to bring you some more recommendations! Last week, I did explicit only fics in anticipation for Valentine's Day (not that sex equals like love or whatever). There's no theme for this one, but I hope these reads treat you well!

Also, any Tumblr blogs that may be tagged, feel free to reach out for me to remove the tag. I have no qualms doing so!

As always, the tags and themes vary on all of these fics. Heed all tags, ratings, and archive warnings with caution.

it’s tactless, it’s a test (it’s just therese) by a_pleasure_to_burn

“Steve hasn't been the same since that night nearly a month ago when Eddie reinvented him in an Indianapolis drag club. A new piece of his puzzle has been added - or perhaps, it was there the entire time, embedded in Peggy Lee songs and navy blue dresses.

Or - Steve Harrington has a gender crisis on Eddie's floor. Cuddles and sweaters ensue.”

Chapters: 1/1, WC: 5,179, Rating: General no Archive Warnings Apply

Part of a Series: Steddie Drag Queen AU Canon Divergence AU Genderfluid/Genderqueer Steve Harrington

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2. The Only Living Ghost in New York by beetlesandstars @beetlesandstarss

“‘Eddie?’ Steve sounds sleep-rough even to his own ears. ‘What’s up, man? It’s like, midnight.’

‘I know, I know, sorry, just—’ Eddie takes a breath. ‘David proposed to me.’

Steve feels the world tilt on its axis. ‘Oh.’

‘Aren’t you gonna ask me what I said?’

Softly, Steve asks, ‘What did you say?’

‘I said yes.’

(Or, Steve and Eddie navigate their twenties together and apart. Eventually, something has to give.)”

Chapters: 1/1, WC: 8,065, Rating: Mature no Archive Warnings apply Modern Setting AU

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3. don’t you (forget about me) by brokenfandoms @steddiehyperfixation

“A scared and confused Eddie wakes up in the hospital missing 11 months of his memory, with no idea what landed him in there or why Steve Harrington is at his bedside holding his hand.

A devastated and heartbroken Steve wrestles with the unprecedented grief that comes from the realization that the man he loves no longer knows him.”

Chapters: 8/8, WC: 22, 305, Rating: Teen and Up no Archive Warnings apply Canon Divergence AU

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4. steve’s secret munson mixtape by everythingwasragtime

“Steve could play it cool during his shifts and hell, he’d even manage to distract himself whenever him and Robin were frolicking around town, getting Slurpees and talking about her love life. When he was alone was where the trouble started. He would hang his keys up on the hook next to the front door and the silence would immediately bombard him with echoes of ‘don’t ya, big boy?’ the very words that made his brain short circuit.

(In which Steve Harrington unknowingly begins to make a mixtape for whenever he finds himself thinking about a certain metalhead)”

Chapters: 16/16, WC: 35,000, Rating: Teen and Up without using Archive Warnings

#stranger things #steddie #fanfiction #fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson

[onlinekitsune]

Hello! May I request hcs of the RFA + minor trio for a reader who is a not so obvious metalhead? At first glance you wouldn't even notice they're into that music genre, since they usually collect merch, speak and even go to concerts of kpop artists, but after listening to one of their playlists on Spotify all of a sudden they get jumpscared by a heavy metal song. (It'd be funny if before that the most cutesy, cheesy, cheerful or relaxed song was playing ><) Thanks!

Just so you know, you can make the reader fem or gn, it's up to you. ^^

a/n: omg hi, of course!! i actually love this hc as a metal and kpop enjoyer! your brain is huuuge for this. I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING THIS DONE SO LATE!! thank you for requesting and for your patience!! i hope you enjoy! ;w; ♡

The Not So Obvious: Metalhead MC

♫ ₊˚.♡ — JAEHEE KANG

jaehee asked you to put on some music while the two of you cleaned up the cafe, you were a bit hesitant since your music taste was a bit... different, she had heard songs you specifically put on, having your music on shuffle and not being able to curate it made you a tad bit nervous, nonetheless you played your playlist, a handful of kpop and easy going songs played putting you in a false set of comfort, until all of the sudden an heavier song played right after, your face turned bright red and you turned to see jaehee's reaction, she placed a finger on her chin while giving you a look up and down, she flashed a soft smile as she continued to clean, while locking up you asked her about it, "I was surprised, at first. But it ended up being good music to finish up to. So, thank you."

♫ ₊˚.♡ — JUMIN HAN

you decided to play some music while making yourself a snack, you were in your own little world as your playlist echoed through the house, jumin was out seeing business at c&r leaving you to have the house alone, you loved jumin but you did appreciate the time to yourself as well, as you continued making your snack you were surprised to see jumin come home so early, his arms wrapped around you as he pulled you into an embrace, you leaned into his lost in bliss until the brashness of the guitar in the next song broke you out of it, you tried to wiggle out of his grasp clearly embarrassed from the song playing, he tilts his head as you tried to squirm out of his grasp so you could turn off the song, he was clearly surprised from the shift but leans into you, he says he'd never expected this from you but was intrigued. "Seems like you still have sides of you that I haven't seen before. Please, show me all of them."

♫ ₊˚.♡ — JIHYUN KIM (V)

while lounging around with jihyun you decided to put on one your playlists, you didn't realize it was one that you didn't organize until it was too late, an heavier song made its way on the queue list, startling the both of you, jihyun jumped slightly in his seat breaking him from his daze, you apologized and quickly went to switch it, but he stopped you, holding onto your hand as he took in the song longer, he pulled you into him, his chin rested into the crook of your neck as he continued to listen, the more he listened the more the lyrics drew him in, helping him heal parts of him that he didn't know needed healing, you spent the rest of the day showing him your favorites, "There's something about these lyrics... Would you mind showing me more songs from this band?"

♫ ₊˚.♡ — SAERAN CHOI

saeran was used to hearing you listen to your favorite kpop artists on repeat, and even went with you occasionally to pick up the newest albums and such, what he didn't expect was for you to be also in metal, when you played your music while in the shower, he could help but pause in front of the door listening in to the song playing, he asked you about it when you were finished, you were a bit embarrassed but he quickly followed it up with he actually liked it, even though he was shocked, he was also pleasantly surprised, especially since he wasn't a stranger to this type of music, he used to listen to it often, "I didn't know you also liked this type of music. You should have told me... I would have showed you some of my favorites."

♫ ₊˚.♡ — SAEYOUNG CHOI

while accompanying him on a drive, saeyoung suggested that you be the one to play your playlist this time, going as far as not starting the car until you played something, knowing his determination you ultimately gave in, as the first handful of songs played your guard got brought down, joking with him between songs and red lights, until after a cutesy song ended a heavy song played immediately after, you glanced at saeyoung nervously, you tried to read his face but failed, he quickly glanced at you squinting his eyes before returning his gaze to the road, he then dramatically asks why didn't you tell him sooner that you liked this type of music before rambling about this band in particular, "How could you keep this a secret from me! I have to show you their first album, but it's not available on any streaming devices.. I promise I got it morally!!"

♫ ₊˚.♡ — YOOSUNG KIM

you had spent the better half of the night gaming with yoosung, a daily tradition you guys shared most nights, as you went to grab a quick drink between games, he decided to surprise you when you came back, he cutely posed with your cat headphones as he waited for you to return, however you forgot to pause your music as you left, you were a bit surprised as you came back to see him be so cute but he got a surprise himself as the cute song transitioned into a much dramatic and heavier song, his expression was a dead giveaway, he slipped off the headphones and handed them to you, asking if you actually listened to that, he didn't mean any harm, he was just very surprised by your duality, "Sorry, ah! I didn't mean for it to come off that way... I was just surprised. What are your favorite songs from them? Maybe, I'll like some too!"

♫ ₊˚.♡ — RYU HYUN (ZEN)

while waiting for zen to be done with promotional stuff for his newest role, you decided to pass the time by listening to music, you were lost in your own world, admittedly you were half asleep, zen eventually joined you on the sofa in the lounge room, he gently pulled your earphone out, listening in to your music, you turned to look at him surprised, even more so when the next song to play was an heavier one, he quickly shifted beside you, zen's eyes widened as he smiled at you, he was thrown off guard but in a particular way, he teased you playfully calling you his 'sweet metal babe', though he was caught off guard only knowing your love for kpop songs, he loved seeing your duality, "This is why we're perfect for each other, my love. People have this idea of us in their mind but we're completely different in reality."

♫ ₊˚.♡ — VANDERWOOD

vanderwood entered your shared apartment as an heavier song played out from your phone, his eyes slightly furrowed looking at you, not in anger but as if he was studying you, you froze in place taken aback by his surprised arrival and being in a vulnerable state, you continued your stare off before he sighed and walked over to you, he pulled you in his arms, he muttered that he didn't really expect you to be listening to music like that, especially with the appearance you kept up, he joked that maybe you should of been a secret agent, "You really don't have to be embarrassed or ashamed. It's just music, nothing too serious. I do adore that look on your face, however."

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger hcs #mysmes #mysmes headcanons #mysmes hcs #jaehee kang #jumin han #jihyun kim #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #yoosung kim #zen hyun ryu #vanderwood #mysmes mc #mystic messenger mc #sorry for my self indulgence anon #saeyoung 'i listen to everything' choi

[scoops-aboy86]

Window pt 1

Steve doesn’t realize quite how much he’s put on recently (or how enamored to a certain metalhead he’s become) and gets stuck in a window. 

Inspired by this. Part 2 from Eddie's POV is here.

rated: T | words: 2765 | cw: none | tags: chubby steve, pre-relationship, weight gain, steve’s bisexual awakening in progress

And, uh. Don’t have a couple beers and drive. But, like, it was the 80s, so. 🤷‍♀️ 

Maybe also don’t try to climb through a window when it’s the 80s and most people don’t lock their front doors anyway. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ 

(Would Eddie and Wayne lock the trailer, when it’s just as easy to pry a window open? I mean yeah Eddie has drugs in there but he clearly hides them well enough that even he can’t find them sometimes, so idk.)

Eddie isn’t home, but that’s okay; it’s an impulsive visit, as most of them are, so Steve knows what to do. He goes into it all confident and cocky because he’s pretty sure it’ll be easier than the other times he’s done it because the porch is right there, no drainpipe climbing required or nosey younger sibling to catch him at it with a look of annoyed disgust that will echo down through the years. 

Mike still looks at him like that, no matter how many free rides or free movies he and his friends manage to wring out of Steve, which is, in Steve’s opinion, really dumb of the kid. He doesn’t even like Nancy like that anymore, for fuck’s sake, get over it Mike. (And it’s easier to go off on a tangent in his head about Mike than really examine the comparison between climbing into Nancy’s room and climbing into Eddie’s, so Steve is just rolling with it.)

Anyway, the point is, he’s got this. He pulls the BMW up a respectful distance away so that Eddie and Wayne will still have room to park later in case he’s here that long, and all but bounces out of the driver’s seat into the warm night air. 

Maybe he should have thought about it a little more, because, as it turns out… he does not got this. 

“Do mine eyes deceive me? Is it the King Steve, what through yonder window breaks?”

“Hi Eddie,” Steve says flatly, unsurprised. He’d heard the van rumble up, and the distinctive squeak of the driver's side door. For the last hour or so he’s resigned himself to standing by on the old easy chair on the porch, chin in his hands where his elbows rest on the dresser just inside the window. At least it’s late enough (and Lucas managed to talk Max into summer camp this year) that no one else is likely to see him.

He can hear the grin in Eddie’s reply. “Hiya, Stevie. Mind explaining what I’m coming home to here?”

Steve doesn’t want to dignify that with a response, because fuck, isn’t it obvious? But he also doesn’t want to antagonize his friend and risk being stuck in this window all night—not that he thinks Eddie would leave him here, but Steve doesn’t want to deserve to be left. With a heavy breath out through his nose, he says, “I’m a little stuck here, man. Help me out?”

Almost immediately he feels Eddie step in close, hand on his right hip where it’s caught in the window frame, and maybe just a hint of warm thumb brushing over where the skin is pink and pinched. Steve has to hold himself very still to avoid reacting to that, not completely sure he didn’t imagine it anyway. 

“Out?” Eddie asks, sounding like he’s trying to calculate something in his head. “Or in?”

“Uh… whichever gets me unstuck faster, I guess?”

Eddie chuckles. “In it is, then. You must’ve been pretty determined to get in there and wait for me, you made some good progress here. I’m guessing you got to a point where you couldn’t get the angle right, huh sweetheart?”

“Jesus, Eddie…” Why did he have to put it like that? And why is it giving Steve goosebumps? “Look, I think if you just lift me by the legs a bit I can, like… walk forward on my hands, kinda, and—” He tries to demonstrate, but bumps the neck of the guitar with THIS MACHINE SLAYS DRAGONS scrawled across its front and makes a failed attempt at lunging to catch it, wincing when it thumps down against the floor.

“What was that?”

“… What was what?”

“Steve…”

“Okay okay, it was your acoustic, I’m sorry dude, I just… I’m pretty sure it’s fine.”

“She’d better be, Harrington. Lucky for you my sweetheart is still safe in the van, far from your clumsy fumblings, or I might have to call in the cavalry.”

Again Steve twists, trying to look at him, and something else falls off the dresser—he thinks it’s just some sort of magazine. “Liar. I know you wouldn’t call the cops on me, Munson.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.” Eddie shoots back. “I’d call Robin.”

Steve grimaces again. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“And Wheeler, too. Jon’s still in town, maybe he could be persuaded to bring his camera to document this posterior for posterity.”

Suddenly Eddie’s hands are on his ass, and Steve is torn between a vivid memory of trying to shove Dustin into a vent at Starcourt and a zing of nerves that should not be linked to his pseudo-little-brother in any way, and it’s all Eddie’s fault—

The first real shove catches Steve and his flatlining brain by surprise, jostling him enough that his elbows slip and he nearly cracks his chin on the cluttered dresser surface. “Hey,” he calls sharply over one shoulder. 

“Sorry sweetheart, did you need a ‘one two three go’?” Eddie pats at his ass with both hands, tapping out a little rhythm, and Steve has to restrain the urge to donkey kick him. 

“This isn’t funny, Munson,” he insists. “And some sort of warning would’ve been nice, yeah.” His tone is sarcastic, but his face is burning red, and once the words are out he has to bite his lip to keep from saying anything else. Not that Steve even knows what, there’s just… something, precarious, on the tip of his brain that might spill out his mouth if he’s not careful, and he doesn’t want to find out what it is like that. 

Eddie snickers. “It’s a little bit funny, but point taken. I’m going to give you another push here. Ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” What a fucking day. All Steve had wanted was to smoke up a little and hang out, like they usually do. And okay, maybe he’s a little grumpy that Eddie wasn’t even home when he got here— “Where were you, anyway?” he asks, grunting and trying to wriggle forward with every shove. Might as well talk, get his mind off the vice grip the window frame has on his hips. “You’re usually—oof—here when I finish a closing shift.”

“Practice ran long,” Eddie grunts back. After the first few rounds of ready steady go he started to get more serious and really put his weight into it. “That, and Gareth’s been having some… shall we say, romantic troubles lately, and needed consolation and advice.”

Steve feels a vague prickle of jealousy, even as he manages to grip the dresser edge hard enough to hold onto a fraction of an inch of progress. “What kinda consolation? Been smoking without me, Munson?”

“No,” comes the amused reply. “Just a couple beers. I do have other friends besides you and the monster hunters club, you know.”

Which really makes Steve’s face flame, because he… doesn’t. Not anymore. Not even a girlfriend; it’s like his heart’s not fully in it anymore and they can smell that on him. He tries to replace his embarrassment (Eddie didn’t mean it like that, Steve knows he didn’t) with determination, wrenching himself forward without regard for the way the window frame’s hard metal edges scrape against his skin. He doesn’t feel the full bite of it in some places, thanks to the knots of scar tissue the Upside Down had left him with on his sides, it’s fine. 

But almost immediately there’s a strong grip on the outsides of his thighs. “Woah there Stevie,” Eddie cautions, and he actually sounds concerned. “Don’t hurt yourself, man. We’ll get you out of here and get you caught up if you want, I have beer here too, alright? Just…”

“Just what?” Steve grumbles. He doesn’t know why he feels so stung, feels like Eddie ditched him—they didn’t even have plans for fuck’s sake. At most, they’ve had a string of casual hangouts roughly every other night at around the same time for a months now, but they’ve never really talked about it, never solidified anything. 

He tells himself that he wouldn’t even care if he hadn’t gotten stuck in the window like an idiot, but if that’s the case then why does this show of concern feel like a cooling balm over his temper?

Eddie sighs, but not like he’s annoyed. More like… he’s choosing his words carefully. “Just, uh… try to suck in a bit?”

Blinking, Steve tries to look over his shoulder. He can’t quite see Eddie, just out of the corner of his eye, but it looks like he’s chewing on his lip. Then he pushes himself up on the dresser and looks down along the front of his body to where he’s stuck, trying to make sense of…

Oh. His face goes hot again. 

The window doesn’t open very far, is the thing, and for the first time Steve fully registers that it’s not just his hips that are caught. Reddened skin peeks out from the bottom of his shirt, and some of that is because it’s ridden up during his struggles, but he also… makes contact with the top of the dresser, which comes up to about an inch or so below the frame. Now that he’s paying attention, he registers part of himself pressing against the metal of the trailer exterior, too.

He used to be pretty trim, but that had been back in high school and while running from monsters and dark wizards in an alternate dimension. 

When did he get a belly?

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, and does as he’s told. 

Eddie doesn’t belabor the point, just gets his hands on Steve’s ass again with a “One, two, three, push.”

And it’s still a hard drag against his front, but it works this time. Steve jolts forward, too caught by surprise and still flustered, catching himself hands-first on Eddie’s messy bedroom floor and gracelessly flopping the rest of the way in. The carpet (or really, the layer of dirty laundry on top of it) doesn’t smell great, but he stays slumped there for a moment, recovering. 

At least he avoided landing on the acoustic guitar, though. 

“You okay there, dude?”

Steve groans. “I’m fine. That fucking window looked bigger from the outside, that’s all.”

Eddie lets out a disbelieving snort, then follows him in, shimmying over the narrow sill with an ease and silence that comes from years of practice. When he’s done, he leans his scrawny ass back against the dresser and spreads his hand in a tada motion. 

And Steve’s not dumb, he knows that he’s put on weight since the Upside Down. Since finally coming down from constant recurring nightmare panic mode. Yeah he didn’t realize it was so obvious, but he can admit (at least in the privacy of his own head) that that’s why he got stuck. 

He opens his mouth to say something along the lines of you don’t have to rub it in, but snaps it shut again when Eddie steps forward and offers him a hand up. The grip is calloused from guitar playing, strong and sure from slinging amps around—and he feels that zing again, phantom handprints on his ass. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks once they’re on the same level again. “You were really wedged in there, looked kinda painful.”

“I,” Steve starts, but stops when Eddie’s other hand lands on his hip. Which is not completely unusual… Eddie is a touchy guy, very hands-on with all his friends. He’s poked at Steve’s sides before, comparing their bite marks, and Steve hasn’t really thought about it much before now. 

Because that’s what trauma-bonded people do, right? The last party that had rounded up all the young adults, Nancy smoked with them and she and Jonathan had spent most of the rest of the evening cuddled up together, lining up the scars on their palms. 

Eddie’s thumb brushes the skin above his waistband, ghosting warmly over where it’s red and a little raw. 

“I’m fine,” Steve manages to say, but he’s not. His brain is going haywire—from the touch, from Eddie’s Bambi-eyed stare, from all the thoughts that have been pining around his head tonight and everything he’s pointedly not thought about too. (About climbing in a boy’s window. About being jealous. About hands on his ass and how it hadn’t been a bad surprise, and the thumb grazing deliberately over the swell of softness at his middle with concern bordering on reverence.)

Something in Steve aches, and it’s a familiar pang. It reminds him of how he used to feel whenever he looked at Nancy, before he had let go of the last scraps of that dream. Eddie seems more real, more touchable… He always is, when they hang out, and especially when they’re by themselves. Eddie is a touchy guy. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says slowly, distracted. He keeps running his thumb along Steve’s softness, drifting up a little further under his shirt until his pointer finger meets skin too like a dazed afterthought. His tongue darts out to lick his lips—Steve can’t help the way his eyes are drawn to the motion. “Yeah, you are… pretty fine…”

Not once, not for months, has Steve felt electricity like this in the air, under his skin, sparking at a simple touch. It’s why he stopped flirting with the girls who came into Family Video, even the ones who eyed him in a way he knew meant they were a sure thing. The way Eddie is looking at him right now, even though he’s…

Well. He’s let himself go, hasn’t he? And he knows it, kind of knew it for a while and just not thought about it because he didn’t think he had too, but it’s getting obvious now. Steve has never felt more self-conscious about his body in his entire life and, right while he’s in the middle of reconciling wanting to pout because his best guy friend was off having fun without him, Eddie just had to go and compliment it. 

Steve swallows hard. “You, uh. You think so?” He’s not fishing for complements, he’s not, he just wants to know what Eddie means. 

Still slowly, Eddie looks up at him through his eyelashes. It’s almost shy, which is so unlike the Eddie that Steve has come to expect, but his eyes are big and brown and a little wild in an achingly familiar way and Steve has to resist the urge to sway forward—

“Of course, Stevie,” Eddie says quietly. Is he afraid that they might be overheard in the empty trailer? Afraid to break the moment by speaking too loud? His hand is still just under Steve’s shirt, light little touches that Steve can’t help but find soothing, almost hypnotic. “Always.”

Steve wants to lean in, because he knows he’s not reading the signs wrong. 

But then, at the last second, he remembers what Eddie had said about having a few beers with Gareth. Probably just enough to be a little tipsy. But if Eddie is gay—and, like, Steve wouldn’t be surprised, he’s learned some of the clues from Robin and there have always been rumors—he’s not out. Not to Steve, anyway, and Steve… is whatever he is, apparently, which definitely warrants a phone call and possibly a bathroom floor confession to his platonic other half as soon as he gets a chance, holy shit… Suddenly everything feels delicate, like there is something there but one wrong move and it could shatter, and Steve doesn’t know if he could take anymore shards to his heart. Not these days, not if it’s Eddie. 

He just wants to be a little more sure first. Do this right, if it’s really happening. So, for now, he only says, “So, uh. Wanna smoke?”

Eddie smiles, dimples popping and eyes lighting up, and his hand gives Steve’s hip a little inadvertent squeeze as he bounces past him. “Yeah, we can do that. I’ve got a few joints already rolled, I’ve got snacks—” He’s already hauling his black metal lunchbox from under the bed and riffling through it, his bright enthusiasm making Steve feel warm all the way through. “Prop my baby back up, will you? Treat her right, Stevie, or I’ll be forced to rescind my offer of pretzels and bagel bite pizzas.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” Steve agrees with a chuckle, and does as he’s told. It doesn’t escape his notice that Eddie just mentioned some of his favorites for when the munchies set in. 

He’s going to figure this out, but for now they can just hang out like normal and have a good night.

#wg steddie #chubby steve harrington #scoops words #there’s a winnie the pooh analogy here but the tv show started in the 90s so #should i tag my inspirers? #idk i’m willing to do tag lists if anyone wants. just ask. #there’s a part two coming tomorrow with eddie’s pov #steve stuck in a window

[justmeinadaze]

I'm In Control Part 14 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie and all that that implies (I regret nothing!) Smut :)

Word Count: 3937

“Ok, and why do we need to be here for this?”, Avery asks as he looks through erotic books on the shelf. 

“Because you four are young and I am old.”

You jump up trying to reach a cliché maids outfit hanging up on the wall. Steve sees you struggle and strides over to bring it down for you. Pressing it against you, you smile as you playfully display it for him and he sticks out his tongue as he shakes his head. 

“That doesn’t really answer the question, TJ.” Eddie was browsing some of the toys down an aisle. 

After work, your boss had asked if you and your clients could come with him to the adult store down the road. He had been seeing this woman who was younger than him and wanted to seem like he could keep up. 

“Look, I just don’t want her to be disappointed, okay?”

“You make it sound like you were around in the 20s when you put a quarter in one of slot machines to view women pulling up their skirts above their knee.” You giggle at his lighthearted unamused face. 

Steve grabs a schoolgirl style outfit and holds it up to you. You shake your head before reaching for the see-through nightie behind him with matching panties. He smiles, giving you a thumbs up before you toss it in his direction. You head towards Eddie who grins at you as you walk up, reaching for some fuzzy handcuffs and runs the material down your arm.

“Well, what is she into?”, Steve asks as he stands next Avery who was now looking at vibrators. 

“I don’t know. We haven’t exactly had that conversation.”

All four heads turn to look at him. “Ok, that would be step one.”, Eddie sighs.

You hold out your wrists and he pops the cuffs open placing them on you but after noticing you wince; he shakes his head and immediately remove them. You silently point to the metal and bring to his attention the pieces that pinched your skin. His thumb comfortingly rubs the area before putting them back on the shelf and walking further down. 

“It’s important to know what your partner is into.”

“Oh, really dad?” TJ turns to Steve and your cackle echoes through the store. Eddie bites his bottom lip to stifle his laugh as he watches you duck down to hide from Steve’s stern but joking glare.

“Yes, really. I mean, what if you like something she doesn’t and vice versa?”

From your hidden place, you see some handcuffs with a cute design along the outside. You hand them to Eddie who opens them and keeps a close eye on your face for any signs of discomfort. You grin as you try to pull at them but find yourself restricted. 

“Good point. What are you guys into?”

The metalhead loops his finger around the chain and tugs you towards everyone else, your grin growing as you scoot quickly behind him. 

“I’m sorry. Are we sleeping together?”, Steve asks sarcastically.

TJ rolls his eyes. “Seriously, come on! We’re in the porn field. No need to be shy here.”

“I kind of like being choked.”, Avery pipes up.

“Ah, baby. Me to.” You wrap your handcuffed arms around his neck. “But I also agree with Steve. That should be conversation between you and your partner.”

“Excuse me. Did I just hear you say you liked to be choked?” Your boss’s eyes scan you up and down. “I swear, every day you surprise me.”

“What? I’m not saying like Trisha Jameson choke me till I black out but like, you know?”

“No, sweetheart. We don’t know. Enlighten us.”, Eddie teases. 

“It’s not just the act itself. It’s having a strong, confident man wrap his hand around your throat…making your brain go fuzzy as he fucks you.” You obnoxiously moan as you roll your eyes back making Avery laugh.

“Ok, I’m convinced. I will talk to her first. If angel here is into that and I had no idea then I need to have that conversation with her first.” TJ lightly pushes your shoulder as he heads for the exit; Avery smiling before doing the same. 

“Mr. Munson.” You hold out your handcuffed wrists for him to free you. 

“You think you’re pretty cute, don’t you?” Steve asks as Eddie removes the cuffs and disappears down the aisle. 

You overdramatically turn 180 degrees from left to right making sure no one was listening as you place your hands behind your back, beaming up at him. “I do, Daddy.”

“Mhmm.” He looks down at you with a cocky stare. “See anything else you like?”, he gestures around the store. 

“So many things.”, you giggle like a little kid. “But I trust you already know what within this place would make me cum the hardest.”

“I got a second set. Since you struggle to listen, little miss.”, Eddie grins as he flashes Steve a second set of handcuffs.

“How do you guys feel about toys? We’ve never talked about really.” Your eyes focus on the display of vibrators. 

Steve shrugs. “Never had anyone we wanted to try them with.”

“Aw. That makes me feel special.” You smile up at him as he tries to contain his smile. 

“Okay, you calm down.”

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The three of you were hanging out in your office during lunch when a familiar laugh caught your attention.

“Whoa, what happened there?”, Steve grinned in your direction. 

“Shit. We said her name too many times.” You cringe as your door flies open and TJ strolls in with a tall, blond woman dressed from head to toe in a leather-bound outfit. 

“Trisha, of course, you know my angel Y/N and these are the guys you were talking about, Eddie and Steve. Boys, meet Trisha Jameson.”

They politely get up to shake her hand but she pulls them both in aggressively for a hug. 

“Oh my god! I am big fans of your work especially the show you’re doing. You two are just brilliant and obviously so sexy.” A tiny growl emits from your throat as she winks. 

She throws herself down in one of your chairs as your eyes penetrate TJs. He returns it with a subtle hand gesture trying to signal you to be calm. 

“Um, thanks. We’ve seen some of your stuff to. Kind of intense.”

She grins at Eddie. “Just the way I like it and apparently millions of other people to!”, she cackles. 

Your annoyance slides into anger as she casually places herself between them. “So that show with Luke is ending soon, right? For the season I mean.” Her fingers trace Steve’s forearm and he awkwardly drops it from the arm rest as he nods. 

“How would you feel about being in one of my movies? I know this one talked the younger one out of my production but you two are pros!”, Trisha points at you as she laughs. 

She leans on Eddie’s shoulder batting her eyes as Steve tries to come in and help. 

“Oh, that’s really a great offer but—”

“But they need to talk it over with me and Y/N first.” TJ cuts in. 

She stands and playfully pouts. “I guess I can understand that. I’m throwing a party at my house on Friday. You all should come and we can talk about it then.”, Trisha’s eyes met yours with fake earnest. “This could be a game changer for them and you being a brand-new agent and all.”

“I’m sorry Trish. I didn’t hear anything you said. I was blinded by the whore of your outfit.”

TJ sighs, pressing his fingers into his eyes as Eddie and Steve turned to look at you. 

“I like her. Always full of fire. Now make sure to wear something sexy. I know that may be hard for you little one.” She tosses you a fake smile as she exits your office.

You sarcastically laugh as you get up and start to follow her but TJ grabs your arm, turning you around. “One interaction. Can you just have one nice interaction with her? Her films do bring in a lot of money.”

“She’s so fake. I hate her.” Eddie chuckles at your tone. “Don’t laugh at me, Mr. Munson. I’m going to kick her ass one day.”

“Okay, but not today. Now…talk to your clients.”

“Wait. I thought you wanted to talk to us to?”, Steve asks. 

“Oh, she already knows I’m going to tell you to do it but if you don’t want to, I understand. No matter what though we are ALL going to the party.” TJ opens his eyes wide in warning before he leaves and shuts the door. 

You fold your arms as you pout. “She called me little one. I hate that. I only like it when you guys say it.”

Steve smiles as he pats his lap. “Come here, little one.”

You climb into his embrace, resting your head in the crook of his neck as he rubs your back.

“What are you guys thinking? I know you said you don’t really do this for the camera even though what we do isn’t the same as what that evil siren woman does but…ok, sorry. I’ll stop talking now.”

“It is a lot of money.” Eddie leans his elbows on his knees.

“Yeah, but it’s not like we need it right now. What do you think, baby? And answer honestly, without the name calling and the fact that you hate her.”, he laughs. 

“I think… if it was someone different in control of the production who had your best interest in mind, I would consider it but also, Steve, you just started feeling more comfortable playing with Eddie like that and us using toys… Professionally it would be a good career move but emotionally and mentally, I think it’s a bad idea. And not because I hate her.” You grin as he leans up to kiss your forehead. 

“Thank you.”, you whisper. “For trying to push her away. I didn’t like watching her touch you.”

“You know you don’t have to thank us for something like that.” Eddie reaches for your leg using it to pull his chair closer to you. 

“I know…I just…I know her touches were subtle compared to how you’ve seen guys touch me in the past and I know it must have burned your skin as her venom seeped through but—”

Steve cut you off with a playful kiss as you smiled against his lips. “Stop it.” 

Your grin grows as you slide off his lap and quickly bend down to kiss Eddie as well. “Now if you will excuse me, I have to find something sexy for Friday which apparently will be a challenge.”

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You’ve never had to clear your wardrobe with them. That wasn’t the type of dynamic you had but you knew when they saw you in the outfit you chose it may make them angry. 

“Seriously. Look at Avery.” TJ gestures to the boy. “Kid looks super fly with his suit.”

“Super. Fly.”, Eddie repeats. 

“I’m just saying. These other guys are going to upstage you.”

The metalhead looks around, pointing at the half naked men in spandex shorts. That wasn’t abnormal for Trisha Jameson. She hired other actors and strippers to basically be eye candy for the night for her party guests. TJ wasn’t too far off in his objection since everyone else was dressed in some type of suit or fancy dress. Well, the men were. At Trisha’s parties, she preferred women stood out differently. Steve and Eddie threw on their jeans and casual shirts, Steve in a polo and Eddie in a rock band t-shirt. 

“Why are you boys not inside?”, you asked as you walked up to the group. 

“We’re waiting for you. We always—” Your boss stopped speaking when he saw you. All four jaws practically dropped, gawking at your leather dress. It cut off mid-thigh but your black leather boots took over just above your knees. Your skin was exposed along your chest as chains draped down your chest. Your hair flowed down your back along your thin straps and sleeveless arms. The outfit hugged your body just right, showing off every beautiful curve.

“Well, are we going in or what?”

“I’m sorry. Who are you?”, your boss asks making you giggle.

Both your boys looked like they were having trouble catching their breath. Their eyes hungrily racked across you repeatedly. 

I’m in control. 

You jokingly roll your eyes as you walk past them and head towards the house. You hear them hurry after you as their feet loudly bang against the pavement. 

“Y/N, you look fantastic.”

“Thank you, Avery. At least someone has manners! Eddie? Steve?” You felt a sense of giddy pride at the fact that you had rendered them speechless. 

“I think you broke my actors, angel. Hell. I’m telling you. Always surprising me.” TJ opens the door as everyone enters the house. It was blanketed in red light and loud music beat against the walls. “Ok gentlemen come with me!”

“Hey actually can you take Eddie here. I just need to talk to Y/N real fast.”

TJ nods as Steve grabs your hand and pulls you down the hallway before finding an empty bathroom. As soon as the door shuts, he pushes you roughly against it as his lips crash down to yours. You moan as he grinds his hips against yours. 

“Tell me, baby. Tell Daddy that you want him.” His voice was gruff and dripping with desperation.

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me.”

His lips have trouble keeping up with yours as he fumbles with his belt before sliding down his pants and boxers enough to free his cock. Steve spits in his hands, stroking it along his length as you lift your leg to wrap around his waist. After moving your panties to the side, he breaches your entrance and you bit down on his shoulder to muffle your pleasure filled scream.

His face falls into your neck, his hand gripping your leg as he pounds into you.

“You look so fucking sexy in that dress. Did you know it would drive Daddy crazy?”

“No—mmm—I thought you might be angry.”

His hips grind against yours pushing him deeper inside you. “No, pretty girl. I’m not angry. Fuck.”

“I’m glad you like my dress, Daddy.”

“Jesus. When we get home, I’m going to fuck you over and over again in this dress till your begging Daddy to stop. Fuck! Cum for me, honey.”

Steve’s hand covered your mouth as he thrust into you rapidly. He felt your body tremble as you came and he removed his palm from your lips to hold you tighter to him as he chased his much-needed release. He grunted in your ear, whimpering your name as he came inside of you.

You both stood still, panting together as you clung to him. “Are you…okay, Daddy?”

Steve’s head lifted up to place a tender kiss on your lips. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m okay. I just… you look so good. Fuck Trisha.”

You smile as he reaches for some tissue, gently lifting your leg again as he descends to his knees to clean you. Your fingers run through his hair as he trails small pecks along your inner thigh. 

“I love you, baby.” Your smile grows as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him in for a hug.

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Eddie grinned coyly at you and Steve as you both reappeared into living room everyone was sitting in. 

“Wow! Is that Y/N?”, Trisha exclaims as you sit across from her. “Well, if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes, I never would have believed she looked so good in leather like that!”

“Oh, Trisha! You’re always too kind! After wearing this, I’m surprised someone at your age can still pull of this look.” TJ sighs as you smile in her direction. 

“So funny! Let’s go talk in my office! It’s quieter!” 

You four follow her down a long hallway as the music begins to fade. She allows your clients and you into her office but puts out her arm when your boss tries to do the same. 

“No, no. Not you, big boy. I think this would be a good experience for Y/N to negotiate by herself.”

“Oh, um. I guess that’s fine.” As the door begins to close, he mouths the words be nice before it fully shuts him out and it’s just you and her.

“So, what did you decide?”, Trisha ask leaning on her desk in front of you. 

“We decided that we’re going to pass but thank you for the offer.”, Eddie grins politely up her from his chair. 

“Hm. I think that’s a bad idea.” Her face falls but you notice she reaches out with her foot to caress his leg. “Not just for your careers but,” a small moan escapes her lips. “What I wouldn’t give to make you two gentlemen fall apart underneath my boots. Don’t you agree, Y/N?”

She giggles as you glare up at her. 

“I mean, I know they are clients but, fuck, they are attractive, aren’t they? HAVE you ever thought about throwing caution to the wind and just…” You growl as she winks at Steve. 

“Trisha…”

“No. No, no, Sir. I got this.” They watch with amused eyes as you stand to face her.

“See, Trish, do you know what I hate most about you? How fake you are. This?”, you gesture at her ensemble before pointing absently around the room. “This is all for show. I know you like to think you’re in charge and that you’re in some kind of control but the truth is you’re just a little girl playing dominate.”

You step closer to her as she straightens up folding her arms. 

“If you were a real dom you would know the goal isn’t to push someone past their comfort zone until they yell the safe word. THAT’S why I would never let any of my clients work with you.”

“It’s too bad, honestly. I imagine these two could have you on your knees begging for more. Grab your throat with those big hands and throw you against a wall, stretching you open with their thick cocks.”

Trisha swallows a moan at your words.

“But I wouldn’t know since I’m an unattractive, little one.” You wink at her as you turn around and sit back down in the chair across from her desk. “Oh, and if you ever touch them in a flirty way again, I’ll make you regret it. Do you understand?”

She stared at you, too dumb founded to speak. 

“Hey.” Steve’s stern tone made her jump. “She asked you question.”

“When asked a question, it’s only polite to answer.”, Eddie followed.

“I understand…” 

“Good girl. Well boys, I guess we’re done here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”, they replied in unison as Steve opened the office door for you. 

TJ was outside waiting, following you guys as you hastily walked past. “What happened? What did you say? Does she hate us?”

“No, if anything she respects us more now.”, you reply with a smile. “Look, we’re going to go, ok?”

“Hey, hey, hey. We had a new rule remember?!”

After your display in Trisha’s office, you found yourself extremely antsy and you could tell Eddie was to as his fingers kept tracing the leather material along your back.

“There’s no one here they would want to work with especially if they’re associated with her. Plus, Avery is around here somewhere. Promote him.”

“Hm. He went into one of these rooms with one of the pantless men running around here.”

“Good for him! You should do the same.” Steve patted him on the back as Eddie almost aggressively pushed you both forward. 

“See you Monday!”, you giggled. 

The three of you practically ran to the parking lot. “Shit. I forgot we rode here with TJ.”

Smiling, you toss him your keys. Eddie sandwiches you between himself and your car, kissing your neck as his fingers reach under the back of your dress to run through your folds.

“So wet, Sweetheart. Did you like having that power over her?”

“Mmm—yes, Sir. Did you like watching it?”

“I like watching you take care of us. I like that you belong to us. And I love this fucking dress.”

“Yeah?”

Steve unlocked the doors and you both crawled into the backseat. “Yeah, Princess, I do. Did Daddy already show you how much he loved it?”

“He did.”, you beamed up at him. “Daddy said he was going to fuck me in it until I was begging him to stop.”

Eddie tugged down your panties and tossed them in the front seat towards Steve. “Well, Daddy’s gonna have to get in line.”

He threw a sarcastic smile towards the backseat as the metalhead grinned back. You pulled at his belt, stumbling over the button on his jeans. When you finally got his cock free, he flipped you around on to your hands and knees before guiding himself into your entrance. 

“Fuck”, Eddie moaned as he pressed his body down on top of yours, pumping his hips till you felt him grazing that spot deep inside of you. His fingers intertwine with yours as he kisses the skin along your shoulder. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. You always feel fucking amazing.”

“Say it again, Sir. Tell—mmm—tell me who I belong to. Please.”

He smiles as he releases your hand to wrap his palm around your throat. “You belong to us, baby. You’re ours. We love you so much. Right, Daddy?”

“Yes, Sir.” Steve confirms with a strained breath. You know he’s struggling to focus on his current task as he listens to the two of you behind him.

“I’m…I’m…”

Eddie lets go of your throat, reaching between your legs to press circles into your clit. “You have to ask, princess. ‘I’m’ isn’t a question.”

“Fuck, it feels…I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Come on, beautiful.”

“Can…can I…can I cum, Sir?” He whispers permission as he thrusts harder into you. All you can do is scream please as you cum, clawing at his hand between your legs. 

“There you go. Atta girl. Such a good fucking girl.” He continues to murmur praises between grunts and pants as his fingers grip into your hips. 

You feel his body shake behind you as his seed fills your insides. You both fall flat against the seats but Steve’s sudden breaking pushes you guys forward.  Eddie’s hand immediately shot out to grab the seat in front of him to keep you both from tipping over on to the floor. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Harrington!”

“I know! I’m sorry. This asshole in front of me…”

The metalheads hand gently moves your hair out of your face as he checks you. “Are you ok, honey?”

He smiles when he hears your laugh. “Are you?! I would imagine that tugged on you a little bit.”

Eddie kisses your lips as he lightly smacks your ass before pulling out. “I had some cushiony protection.”

“That thing you did with your hand was kind of hot.”

“What? Keeping us from flying into a windshield?”

“Calm down, Munson. It wasn’t that drastic.”, Steve rolls his eyes.

“No,” you giggle. “Protecting me. Making sure I don’t get hurt like that.”

He pulls up his jeans and positions himself behind you on your side as he cuddles you to him. “Sweetheart, after everything that’s happened, if I can protect you from being hurt ever again, I would.”

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[cahrlotah]

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞

The ending is kinda rushed ngl but I just wanted to post it anyway. No prove reading. I'm so sorry this is all over the place.

This is also dedicated to @eddiesdungeon as she helped me come up with this idea, love u girl <3

IF YOU ARE A MINOR DNI! This is +18 content

Trigger warnings: bad/shitty angst, dry humping, fucking on the d&d table, fucking on his throne, vaginal penetration, hair pulling, fingering, nicknames, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it kiddos), he cums inside but reader is on the pill 

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It all started as a casual flirting between the town's freak and the head cheerleader. It hurt, Eddie being the only boy I always wanted, but I couldn’t do anything, he has already chosen who he likes.

We are all sitting in the cafeteria, discussing the plans for this afternoon, the first meeting of Hellfire after winter break. We are all super excited as Eddie has been telling us something exciting is coming.

“By the way guys” he starts, I cough “ and m’lady.” I smile at him. “ Chrissy is joining us tonight”. He says, all the boys look at each other, while my smile fades away. 

“Oh and how did you get her to come?” Dustin tries to, but fails, to make the situation a little less awkward. Then they start a conversation about how she wants to see how we all play and how it works. I start to  feel my stomach tighten, as if someone was literally squishing it.

“ Guys I'm going to go, I don't feel so good. See you all at five!” I say, getting up and leaving the cafeteria chaos. All the hours after that I spent them ignoring the Hellfire boys, especially Eddie, which was difficult as we were in the same classes. The last bell rings, students leaving fast to their homes, others going to band practice or to their club meetings. The case is that in less than ten minutes the halls are deserted, the echoing of Eddies and Chrissy steps resonating through the halls. 

“Dustin! I don’t think I can do it” I whisper and he looks at me. “ I would rather make out with Jason Carver than to see them together. I really can’t”

“ I know it is tough but I really need you to come, the rest of the boys need you to come. If Eddie doesn’t realize what he is loosing, fuck him!” We both laugh, the other boys join in, I look around and I make eye contact with the infamous metalhead. 

“Let’s start this quest, shall we?” he opens the door with that dramatism that really characterizes ​​Eddie. We all take our respective seats Eddie and I on each end, next to me on my right Dustin and Mike, next to him Gareth and Chrissy , between Mike and Gareth, Mason and in between Dustin and Chrissy, Jake. Before we start playing Eddie explains some basics to Chrissy. We all switch to game mode, and Eddie starts narrating. Intense stares between him and I as “Vecna” has taken an interest in my character.

“I say we play until death” I say looking at the boys around me. “Until death!” they all scream. The afternoon hours pass, Chrissy has already left because she had to go to cheer practice. As the boys slowly leave, Eddie asks me to stay behind, he says something about the quest, I nod .

Dustin and Mike are the last ones to leave, the metal door shutting behind them, leaving Eddie and I alone. 

“Is this about the-” i start 

“What’s wrong with you (Y/N)?” he questions “since lunch time you have been ignoring me, and I don’t know what I did for you to act this way towards me. Is it because of Chrissy?” he seems genuinely hurt.

“Eddie I don’t think it’s time for us to talk about this” I say walking away.

“ There is nothing wrong with not being the only girl-” I stop and turn around, my face filled with anger

“Are you fucking kidding me Munson?!” I walk angrily towards him, he backs up.

“Then tell me what it is? I don’t read minds (Y/N)” he says.

“I’m not in the mood for this tonight, and I’m sure you have to go pick Chrissy up from practice, do whatever you guys do” I sit on a chair, trying to calm myself.

“What are you ever talking ab-” he stops, realizing something. “ Do you think Chrissy and I are something?”he starts to laugh. Thi pisses me off even more so I get up to leave “ Hey hey don’t go okay” he grabs my wrist

“It is not fucking funny shithead” I punch his chest. “ Do you know how  hard it has been seeing you flirt with her? I literally wanted to disappear. And then you act all clueless plus calling me all those nicknames you call me, how am i supposed not to fall for you?” tears falling down my cheeks. He doesn’t say anything, he just stands there looking at me, not knowing what to do, not reacting, nothing. “Alright got it” I can’t even make four steps when he speaks.

“ Nothing happened between Chrissy and I, she just bought some weed from me and just clicked, but as friends. She has been secretly dating Jason Carver. She is the one to buy weed for the basketball team and we just became close that’s all. I fucking promise!” his hands wiping the tears from my face as.

“ Eddie, if this is some kind of joke it is not funny. I have seen how you look at her”

“(Y/N), how can you say this?” he is hurt, i can see it on his face. “ The only person I could look at this afternoon was you, I didn’t even notice when Chrissy left because I was too focused looking at how pretty the light was hitting on yours face, I was focused on how cute you look every time you are focused, so don’t come to me with all that bullshit because it is just not tru-'' I cut him off by pressing our lips together. His hands cupped my face. “You don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.” His lips attack mine but this time feels different, more lustful, his hands traveling all the way to my hips pressing them to his. I let out a small moan as we kiss as I can feel something hard between his legs.

“Fuck (Y/N), if you do that one more time I don’t think I will be responsible for what happens next” he says with a grin on his face. I smile while jumping on him, wrapping my legs around his waist, his hands rapidly grabbing my ass.

“ You can do anything to me Eddie Munson” I whisper into his ear, slowly biting his lobe. He groans, sitting on his throne with me still wrapped around his waist. Now the bulge on his pants can’t be hidden.  I start to slowly move my hips back and forward. 

“You are going to be the death of me sweetheart” he throws all his papers from the table, so he can lay me down. He takes off my t-shirt and his, his tattoos looking hotter than ever. Our stares connect again, it feels like no one else in this world exists except him and I.  His hands go to his belt undoing it, he throws it away and his pants fall to his ankles. I try to help it but my eyes go between his legs, I quickly move my head to the side, my face heating up, too embarrassed to even look at him.  His left hand moves my face, “So cute” then he leans towards me, my back on the table and the boy of my dreams on top of me, kissing me. His mouth moves and lands on my neck, the contrast of his warm lips against my cold neck makes me let out a small quiet moan that only he can hear. His hands make their way to my pants, slowly unbutton it and takes them off. Now all of my body is exposed to him, it feels weird but he makes me feel safe so the nervousness goes away in no second. He observes every small detail of my body from above me, then he stops where my panties start. “ I think we should get rid of this underwear, don’t you think sunshine?” his voice has lowered a few tones and the only thing my body is able to do is to nod. While he pulls my panties down, I do the tricky part which is the bra, in a couple of movements it’s out. I don’t know how he has done it but his underwear is also. 

His fingers play along my thigh, going upwards, he is kissing me all over my torso while his fingers tease to enter me. When he finally does, I let out a gasp as the cold metal from his rings make contact with my sensitive area. He starts moving them, slowly increasing the pace while his mouth is on my tits biting, leaving hickies all over them. The room is absolutely quiet, only my moans can be heard. At this point I don’t mind anyone coming in, seeing me looking like a mess for Eddie. He slowly pulls his fingers out of me, putting them in his mouth. Something in that makes him look like a greek god fallen from Olympus just for me.

He turns me around, one of his hands on my waist, his thumb pressing harder letting me know that I have to bend over, he enters me slowly his free hand on one of my ass cheeks grabbing it hard, that is going to leave a mark , a loud moan comes out me and even louder ones follows and he intensifies his hip thrusts. 

The hand that is on my waist is now on my hair pulling my head back.

“So fucking perfect sweetheart.”he says. He stops and pulls out. “ Come here” he demands as he sits on his throne. I slowly make my way towards him, his hands patting his lap, I sit in a way he can put his dick into me again, we both moan his hands guiding the movements my hips make, he is in control and he knows it. He increases the speed both of our hips go.

“Fuck Eddie I think I’m going to come” but he doesn’t stop, he just keeps rocking his hips to mine as hard as he can. We both finish at the same time.

“This is your throne now, princess,”he smiles as we cuddle together for a few minutes.

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[bippiti]

SHE SELLS SANCTUARY! E.M

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heads up! soft smut, mild violence, s4 spoilers, insecure eddie, not proofread, 16+ pls<3

pairing softdom metalhead! yn x sub! eddie

synopsis after finding eddie in reefer ricks boat shack, you take him back home to help him destress

A couple of years ago, you used to babysit Dustin Henderson when his parents had to go out of town for work. even though you don't talk much anymore, he still will occasionally come to you when the world needs saving or he wants a second opinion on his hair.

That's probably why he ended up on your doorstep with Robin, Steve, and Max, asking you if you knew where your boyfriend was.

After knowing each other for two years, you and Eddie started dating during the first semester of senior year. As one of the few metalheads in school, you both naturally gravitated to each other. Even though you didn't play DnD, you'd help him plan his campaigns in his trailer; your notes splattered on the table as you both took turns taking hits. He asked you out on one of those days, and you guys have been going steady since.

You were just about to go out looking for him yourself after hearing about what Jason and his posse would do to him when they found him. Those guys were all crazy. Like honestly, playing a game makes you a cult leader? As if. After sorting all the details out with them, you guys set out to check Reefer Ricks's house. You went in your car cause you knew if you did find him, you'd want to stay with him. Once you got there, Steve and Dustin were bickering about something per usual. You were poking around looking for any signs of him, it looked like someone had been here, but it was hard to tell if they had gone or not. You guys checked the boathouse next to the house a little bit after. Everyone continued talking, and you were zoning in n out.

"Personally, I don't find it funny in the slight- Whoa! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!" You whipped your head around, seeing Eddie pressing a broken bottle onto Steves's neck. His eyes were wide, body tense, and his hands were hands shaking. you could feel the fear radiating off of him from feet away.

You put your hands up and took a few steps closer to him" Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eddie! Eddie! Stop! Eddie! Eddie! It's me. It's y/n, and this is Steve. He's not gonna to hurt you, right, Steve? "

"Right. Yeah." He added quickly, nodding his head to solidify his statement.

"Steve, why don't you drop the oar?" You suggested, and as if on cue, the oar dropped onto the floor, echoing around the tense silence.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie asked, stepping away as the bottle was discarded to who knows where

"We're looking for you."

"We're here to help. Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band." Dustin said, bringing his hands up to his face and imitating the instrument she plays, "This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D & D. Eddie, we're on your side. I swear on my mother."

"We just want to talk. Okay? We want to know what happened" you crouched down, getting next to him on the floor.

He sniffed, "You won't believe me."

"Try us."

After he explained everything to you all, and you guys reassured him that he was, in fact, not crazy, you came up with a plan. You were going to stay here with him, and the rest of them would go and look for more information. Once you saw them back out and leave through the window, you walked back to Eddie, who remained crouched on the floor, staring blankly off into space.

"Hey, you alright?" You asked, already knowing the answer. He shook his head, then moved closer to you, laying his head on your lap. You brushed through his hair; it was tangled and needed washing; his face also seemed paler then the last time you saw him, chalking it up to how hectic things had been and the high chance that he hadn't had much if anything to eat. After a few moments passed, you scratched his scalp gently. "Do you think you could get up for me? We can go to my place; my parents are out of town" He opened his eyes and nodded, getting off of you n standing up.

you followed suit and walked out to your car, the gravel crunching under your boots. Once you got in, you turned on the radio, and She Sells Sanctuary played softly on the car ride to your house. Eddie was staring out the window, his usual boisterous demeanor nowhere to be seen.

The sparkle in your eyes Keeps me alive And the sparkle in your eyes It keeps me busy, keeps me alive The world And the world turns around

You pulled up to your driveway, got out of your seat, and opened the door to your house. Once you were inside, you went upstairs to your bedroom. Eddie still seemed out of it, so you offered to run him a bath, and he accepted. Once the water was warm, you called him in, making your way out once he started to lift his shirt. He grabbed your wrist, and you turned back, confused.

"can you stay with me, please?" he was looking at the floor, and his voice was soft; how could you say no?

"of course," you turned back around and sat on the floor next to the tub.

"can you come in here instead?" He asked, signaling to the tub he was currently in

"sure," you said through a smile, getting rid of your clothes and stepping into the bubbly tub. You watched him as a comfortable silence fell over you both; you noticed his hair was still a little dirty, so you asked, "do you want me to wash your hair? that way, you can just relax" he looked at you for a couple of seconds, making you think you might've overstepped. Still, he turned around, the back of his head facing you.

You grabbed your shampoo and pushed the lavender-scented mixture out, and slowly massaged it into his scalp; he sighed and visibly relaxed while you started detangling his hair. "You know your hair is really pretty," you said gently, rubbing circles into his scalp. He hummed in acknowledgment. You began washing out the soapy mixture from his hair and wrapped your arms around him, bringing his back closer to your chest.

"thank you, y/n," he said quietly

"for what?"

"Just being there and doing all this stuff for me, I don't even know what I did to deserve you. I'm literally a freak-" he began to ramble but you cut him off

"you aren't a freak, Eddie, and I'm going to be there for you and do this stuff for you whenever I can because you deserve it, and I love you, ok?" You said, turning him around, your eyes making contact w his teary ones. You brought a hand up to his face, wiping off the tears that began to fall onto his cheeks. You got closer until you were only inches apart; your eyes moved away from his cheek, back to his eyes, and then to his lips. You kissed him softly and then proceeded to peck him all over, effectively kissing away his tears. He laughed and kissed you again. Once you broke apart, you began to kiss down his neck, sucking just enough to leave some light marks. He moaned softly, an indicator for you to keep going.

You pulled away, and he moved to your neck, but you stopped him. "not right now, love, this is about you, ok?" He nodded slowly, leaning back, you looked into his eyes for any signs of doubt. After finding none, you continued, getting onto his lap and grinding onto his hardening dick.

You sped up when you heard his breath hitch, and he grabbed your hips. "Not like this; I wanna be inside you when I cum” he mumbled, rubbing circles on your waist.

you peppered him in kisses again, "alright then, ready?" You asked him as you aligned yourself with him. Once he nodded his head, you began to descend, wincing at the pain; after a few moments, it blurred into pleasure, and you began to rise and fall gently, kissing his neck where you knew he liked it and let your hands roam over his chest, feathering over his tattoos. His moans, still soft, began to become louder, and you felt him twitch around you; you felt the familiar knot forming inside you as you increased your pace.

he whimpered, bringing his head into the crook of your neck "m close, so close, can I cum, please?"

"yes, you can, now be a good boy and finish for me, alright?" That was all he needed; his dick spasmed inside you, pushing you towards your climax.

After riding through your highs, you got off him and stood up. leaving and returning with towels, you wrapped yourself up and gave him one. Once he got out, you stopped him and put some leave-in conditioner into his hair.

"You know that'll help keep your curls defined; you should get some," he hummed, staring at you and only half paying attention to what you said. After rummaging through your closet and finding some of his old clothes, you threw them to him and changed into your PJs.

After, you got into your bed and beckoned him over. Once you both were settled, him leaning on your chest and you running your hands up and down his back, you both drifted off to sleep.

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