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magnoliabutters · 1 year ago

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• THE SPIDER QUEEN •

pairing: kas!vamp eddie munson x (she/her) reader

summary: munson and henderson have a good o’talk...

warning: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; enemies to lovers trope, canon divergence, fluffy-wuff, season 4 spoliers, switching povs, moody boy kas, grief, y/n count: 1, moody boy dusty buns, violence, death/killing, character death, etc.

word count: 11.6k

reblogs & thoughtsy-watsies are appreciated!

• stories of eddie munson • season two • previous part •

note: potential need for tissues, not to toot my own horn or anything hehe, also highly highly encourage noting the dates & time to stay on track (i be bouncing)

grazi grazi grazi to my sweet ladies, ziggy (@trashmouth-richie, one of my fav authors) & miss nack (@nackrosor, loml) for spending the time to beta read & share your incredible thoughts and wisdom! also, doubly credit to nacky-nack because some of these words came straight from her extravagant brain & i love her so much.

i have never been so proud of the stories i’ve been creating and that’s cause of these two extraordinary writers. thank you, thank you for helping me grow! now, on to my longest post yet…

April 7th, 1986. 10:46pm.

Kas never thought he would respect a man in an open white blazer with a bright blue undershirt and yet, here he is - ready to follow him into battle if necessary. He is invested in this “Miami Vice” show. God, even the name sounds stupid, but he finds himself thankful that you had found a channel dedicated to it. A blissful escape from this shitty old thing called life.

There he sits with feet kicked up on the coffee table. A fresh stove-top cooked popcorn on his lap. The beautiful girl he loves sleeping soundly against his shoulder. He could die right here and be absolutely fulfilled. A twisted little smile sprawls on his lips as you curl your arm across his waist. The way your soft hair rests upon his shoulder and down to his bicep makes his heart explode and rebuild in a million puzzle-like pieces.

Who needs a working heart anyway?

Kas’ eyes are glued to the TV screen, desperately trying to erase the presence of the curly haired betrayal of a boy in his peripherals. He may have had trouble accepting the idea of Dustin at first, but now he’s just a nuisance at the bottom right of his eyeline. He will happily admit that he likes it better when the boy’s unconscious.

Although, he refuses to share how the curls of Dustin’s hair bring him back to each and every time Eddie ruffled them up with the palm of his hand. He is reminded of the happiness he felt in seeing the boy every day in school. The nostalgia floods his brain anytime Dustin’s yawning catches his attention.

Relief, another feeling that explodes within his chest. Relief in knowing that Hellfire would have yet another fearless leader once Eddie finally graduated - class of ‘86.

The excitement, unbridled and innocent excitement that followed their party’s adventures flying off the table and becoming a tangible reality. Right before everything got way too real...

The cracks of Crockett’s pistol blasts through the air. A shoot out. Miami’s finest detectives dive behind a brick wall as the fugitive sprays ricocheting bullets.

Kas jumps, startled by the noise, before rushing to find the remote. In his attempts, everything goes beautifully wrong. “Fuck, shit!” The popcorn flies and spills all over your beautiful sleeping body. An accidental kick of his feet and the unfinished beer bottles fall, spilling all over the table and onto the orange tinged carpet below.

In reaching for the remote, he about falls onto his stomach, spread across the floor, before finally hitting mute. With a deep exhale pumped full of exhaustion, he turns over onto his back, spreading his arms out across the carpet. He reluctantly raises his eyes to yours, only to catch you baring holes into his face. A tight lipped smile curls upon his lips as he mouths, “sorry” with nervous bouncing brows.

Another thing he didn’t expect was that the loud noise blaring from the TV would cause Dustin to begin rolling around with fluttering eyelids. The boy mumbles behind him, causing Kas’ eyes to open to extreme widths. He straightens his spine and turns before crawling his way back towards you. His torso flush against the hardened bottom frame of the couch. He bumps your right leg with his elbow, desperate to get your attention.

Thoughts begin to spiral in his mind, his lip quivers - terrified of what may happen once Dustin utters a word. Mortified by the thought of what he will say. It intensifies the frequency of his bumps on your leg.

Kas may not remember the whole story, but he can physically feel how his heart reaches for the boy. He recognizes that Dustin is the closest Eddie ever got to being a big brother. He feels the remnants of pride that regularly overcame him whenever he looked down on the boy. The thought of what he had and who he could become.

Eddie only knew him for less than the school year, but Dustin was so much more than some random freshie who barely learned the true art of Dungeons and Dragons. No, this boy was a pro - just like he was at that age. The only difference being that Dustin had friends, a party to play with before high school.

Henderson was his heir, the fucking prodigy. And fuck, does it hurt when the prodigy betrays the teacher!

Kas watches as your body perks up once realizing Dustin was slowly returning to the land of the living. You quickly stand and crash land upon your knees beside him. He really wished you hadn’t. He selfishly wanted you by his side, to help him not lose his marbles and destroy everything in his sight.

His teeth begin to grind as he watches you care for the boy. Your hands are delicate and soft as you try to help him wake. You care for him despite knowing that he left Eddie behind, the one person you claim to love the most in this world. Some loyalty.

He struggles to pull his eyes away, to keep himself from turning into a red hot ball of rage. Deep breaths have helped keep his mind at a leveled state, but hearing your comforting words crushes him to his core.

Kas returns his gaze upon you two when hearing your voice. “Dustin,” you say as you lightly push a curl behind his ear. He rolls his eyes with a scoff and comically stuffs another fistful of popcorn in his mouth from the thin layer that still rests inside the container. Apparently, you do that move with everyone - brushing hair behind one’s ear. The loving action he cherished so dearly. It feels wrong, undeniably wrong, to see you do that with someone else - let alone with him.

Dustin mumbles something, something that leads you to ask, “what?” so softly. Kas hums a growl at the thought of having to even process the words from his mouth, but he swore to you that he would try. Little did he know it would be this fucking hard.

The fire in his belly is difficult to describe and truly painful. He wishes he could be supportive, to be fully invested in the responsibility you have decided for yourself - to care for this boy. He just doesn't know how to look at you and your serene actions without feeling a sliver of treachery.

This boy is the reason Eddie died and turned into the monster that Kas is: a heinous demon that destroys everything in his wake while wearing the face of an angel.

Why couldn't he just have a few more minutes of paradise with you? To hold you in his arms, to feel you sink deeper into his chest. The sleep he craved beside your supple body was divine. All he wanted to do was grab your hand and rush you back up to that bed. To jump onto it and float the waves with you by his side. To forget there ever was an Eddie, a y/n, a Kas, a darlin’. To forget it all and start again. A new life filled with your sweet smile and endless laughter.

Alas, no. You were reminded of who Kas truly is before any extraordinary, amnesic life could begin. All because of him. Dustin Henderson did this, and he needs to pay.

Abruptly, Dustin staggers with fearful eyes as he pulls from you. Kas could tell that you were startled by the way your chin went several inches back into your throat. He knows that expression of yours very well. He revisits the sight on the backs of his eyelids any time he tries to fall asleep. How much horror he must have caused you while he was figuring it all out. The very same horror he forces you to relive each day. He will regret it all his life.

As an instinctual response to your worry, Kas stands with tightening fists, ready to pummel anything and anyone who troubles you. Your eyes fall upon him in such a way that he immediately disarms. Your gentle hand reaches towards him with a slightly cocked head. “It’s okay, Kas,” you say in a whisper. He sucks his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he shifts his eyes between you and the boy. He lets out a sharp breath from his nostrils before crashing back onto the couch carelessly.

Dustin looks his way with that same annoying terror on his face. It screams, “I’m about to pee my pants.” He had no reason to worry, as long as he listened to you. However, the terror persisting any time they make eye contact is becoming more and more difficult for Kas to bear. He’s positive Dustin never looked at Eddie this way. He’d be lying if he didn’t acknowledge the sadness that envelopes his chest at the thought.

"W-What is this?" Dustin asks while turning back to face you. His movements are hesitant and slow. Kas scoffs, kicking his feet back onto the table as he lazily reaches for a fallen kernel resting on a nearby cushion. He is almost offended that the boy couldn’t sustain the gaze in spite of his tangible fear.

"You're safe," you comfort, placing a hand on his shoulder but he pulls away harshly, making Kas sit straight up once again. It’s never too late to learn manners.

"No," he states. "What the hell happened?" You turn back to look at Kas, almost for support, but he gives you nothing. Why would he? You messed the bed, make it yourself.

"Maybe I should introduce you two?" you suggest, nodding back to Kas. Dustin's lip pulls up in a mixture of confusion and disgust. It’s clear he isn’t very fond of you. Kas loves the idea of being an outcast alongside you.

Dustin peers back at him with caution, yet eager and watering eyes before clearing his throat and returning to you. That look - jesus fuck, Kas hated that look. An inspirited gaze with raising brows before crashing down into a furrow and welling eyes. It has been some time since you have looked at him with such hope. The ogling stare that searches for something, or more accurately someone behind his muddy eyes. It is usually followed by a depressing combination of shock and hurt once the individual realizes what they were searching for no longer exists.

Dustin searches for Eddie, just like you used to. Apologies to the traitor. Eddie no longer exists.

"This is Kas," you introduce with softness to your voice. Your intonation comes off as though you were entertaining the name. Kas tries his best to remind himself that you had understood. You know that Eddie was gone, but the undeniable anger filling him is indisputable. It leads to the clenching of his teeth, the straightening of his back, and the flaring of his nostrils.

Dustin attempts to say the name, stuttering and stumbling like a child at the unfamiliar word. He continues, desperately trying to understand. “Kas, like - like Kas, the Bloody Handed? Kas, the Destroyer? Kas, Vecna’s most trusted lieutenant?”

Kas could see you wince at the words. You are desperate to keep the conversation calm and avoid all his triggers. But the boy clearly has his own annoying way of processing the information, blurting the sound of his immediate enemy as a result.

He growls as his jaw slightly shakes with how hard his teeth grind against each other. “How about Kas, the man whose aboutta break your nose if you keep yapping?” he spits out. Dustin quickly turns his way at the sound. He shudders in his seat, preparing for another altercation.

In an attempt to deescalate the situation, you slowly answer Dustin’s inquiries. “I’m not sure about all that,” you start, speaking directly to the boy. “But Kas, he’s - he’s different.” He looks at you with one raising brow and forward leaning chin, egging you on to continue.

“He may look like Eddie, talk like him, walk like him, even hug like him - if you’re lucky,” you quickly correct. “But he’s not Eddie.” You pause, dropping your eyes to the hands intertwined upon your lap. “I really need you to understand this, Dustin. Kas is not Eddie. They are two different people.”

As you spoke, Kas slowly moved his attention onto your chapped, pouty lips. Your inflection changed as your words continued. His ears are perked as he struggles to understand how you were feeling. How to help. Your solemn expression sets off a multitude of alarm systems in his mind.

His first thought is to scoop you off your feet, carefully supporting your neck and the back of your knees with his arms. He wishes to take you away from this place, to any reminder of the past and what you have lost.

His second thought, however, fuels the anger and resentment within him. The thought that your sadness, that your pain, is caused by Dustin and his aggravating need to know the truth. Finally, you take a breath as those tears you’ve been holding finally dive off your lashes.

“Eddie is dead…”

“… So please. If we can move on from this - if you can accept that Eddie is g-gone,” your voice hitches, leading you to take a slow breath before continuing. “Then we won’t have to worry about what happened earlier.”

Kas’ head tilts curiously as he observes your behavior. The words are falling easier and easier for your pretty lips, but the heartbreak resonating throughout your body is crystal clear and constant.

He wishes he could revel in the excitement, to celebrate the happiness that followed your understanding that Eddie is gone. The acceptance that has allowed Kas to live without being under his shadow. But how could he ever be happy when you were so sad?

Upon hearing your words, he is reminded of the detrimental actions that ripped the perfect morning with you from his hands. The precious morning and slumber that you both deserved. He wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through your freshly washed hair and watch as you fell asleep in his arms.

Kas fiercely avoids acknowledging the thought that he, too, is responsible for taking that away from you. That maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t all Dustin’s fault.

April 7th, 1986. 8:12am.

Kas had an uneasy feeling as he took slow and hesitant steps down the stairs. Who could possibly be here? The knock seemed hurried, yet forceful. His first guess would be the cops, that maybe Rick got out of jail again and they’ve come to bring him back. Or what if it was a neighbor? One that saw some movement in the desolate house and called 9-1-1? Either way, a conversation between the police and Kas, Hawkin’s latest serial killer, is not going to end well.

He considers calling you down. A fresh, pretty face that can woo the police away. One that can lie and pretend that she has every right to be in Reefer Rick’s abandoned lake house.

No, he could never do that to you. He wouldn’t dare ruin the incredible image in his head of you resting, naked beneath the warm sheets waiting for his return. He couldn’t wait to drop these sweatpants and curl up next to you.

Nah, man. There’s no way he’s dragging you out of that bed. Plus, he knew, without a doubt, that you would be too busy dry heaving at the thought of lying to the cops to even try. A smile rips across his face. Shit, how he loves you with every fiber of his being.

As he finally hits that last step, Kas dramatically slumps his entire body upon realizing Reefer Dicky Dick Rick doesn’t have a god damned peephole. He’s convinced that peering through the windows like an idiot would be way worse than just opening the door.

With a sharp inhale and roll of his eyes, Kas flings the door open. The wind wafts in, flying his curls back with the intensity of his speed. All to begrudgingly land his eyes on …

“Eddie?”

Kas’ entire body runs cold as his breath is stalled in his chest. The eyes, the hazel innocent eyes before him. Irises bight and clear as day when flush against the pink of his tearing eye. A reddish plump to his nose and cheeks. The trembling lip that slowly whispers a second “Eddie” that Kas is too astonished to notice.

Dustin Henderson. The two comrades, friends of war, partners, brothers were left stunned at the sight of each other.

Several minutes pass and the boy is the first to break the silence. “Ed-,” he starts, but Kas is quick to stop him in his tracks.

“Don’t call me that,” Kas spits out with a deadpan expression. He could feel his entire body shutting down, one muscle at a time. His breath is completely ripped from his lungs as he desperately seeks dissociation, any method of escape from who he must face.

Pain strikes Dustin’s whole, causing the slightest twinge of his brow. He takes a step back with fluttering eyelids as he struggles to comprehend the situation.

Kas, however, is too busy wishing he could disappear to notice. Wishing that he could turn back time, tell you to hide so that you both could giggle under the fresh sheets until the knocking dissipated.

Lost in his thoughts, Kas didn’t see the boy’s extending hand before it was gently placed against his forearm. “Don’t!” he yells, raising his tainted arm as he stumbles back into the living room.

Dustin follows him inside with worried floating hands, prepared to catch if needed. He kicks the door closed with helpful intentions. But the slamming door causes Kas to stop dead in his tracks, which in turn causes Dustin to crash against his torso.

Without a second passing, Kas slams his hands against the mop head’s shoulders. He digs the weak boy into the wall beside the door. Dustin yelps in pain as his hips thrash forcefully back onto a side table. A sharp sound snaps through the air as a glass bowl shatters and keys scatter across the carpet.

“Don’t touch me,” Kas demands sternly. “And don’t call me that,” he adds with a heavy exhale, as though the words have become routine. “I - I won’t,” Dustin blurts out with a fast sucking breath.

Kas slowly nods with fluttering lashes as he stumbles back. Tears well in his eyes as he struggles to discern reality and memory. Dustin Henderson, Dustin. Dustin. The name floods his body with a volatile mixture of Eddie's and his own emotions.

Is he ecstatic? Is he worried for his friend? Why was he crying? Why did he push him against the wall? That must have really been scary. Maybe he should apologize? Apologize?! For what? Dustin left him to die, rotting away in front of his family’s trailer.

“They wished you death …. They watched as you were torn apart.”

Vecna’s chilling voice plays on repeat in his head. It’s all - It’s too much. His head spins despite the debilitating feeling of his skull being crushed. Tears roll down his cheeks like cinder blocks. He cannot control them, cannot stop them even if he tried.

He has never felt pain such as this. A pain so shocking that all bodily systems are stalled. His chest begins to heave just as his sight becomes blurry. Any memories tied to you and your anxiety attacks have rapidly been erased. He has nothing, nothing to help him. No one to support him in this unbearable situation. His heart pulses like the clacking of a horse’s hooves, while also freezing every five beats.

Kas instinctually bends over, falling into a kneel. His chest struggles to rise and fall with each breath taken. His brain is overloaded, cutting all ties with consciousness.

Dustin rushes to his side with a light and comforting touch upon his best friend’s back. He is very careful not to touch the pink scars ripping across his waist and ribs when catching him. “Eddie,” he calls out softly.

“Eddie…”

“…Eddie”

“Eddie?”

“EDDIE!”

“Oh god! Oh god, Eddie,” Dustin cries as he lands his knees harshly against the cold floor. He pulls his idol’s body onto his lap. Tears stream down his face, dropping onto Eddie’s cheeks below.

Eddie’s entire body was on fire. So much pain but all he cared about was that he finally proved to himself that he was no coward. By the look of Dustin’s blubbering crying face and the fact that he couldn’t feel his toes, he knew that this was it. Time to go out like a rockstar.

“Bad huh?” Eddie coughs up. He could taste the familiar metal on his tongue. It wasn’t the first time blood was in his mouth.

“No, no,” Dustin starts. “You’re going to be fine. Just gotta get you to the hospital, okay?” His voice keeps hitching. The boy brushes hair from his cheek with a cold breath on his face.

Eddie nods his head in a desperate attempt to make his little brother feel better, but the blood keeps coming up. He gags on it before muttering, “I think …” The pain shoots up his body in pulsating electrical bursts. “Common,” he utters, trying to hype himself up. He had only a few more words to say before he was done, before he could rest.

“I think I just … I think I just need a second, okay?” He whispers. He struggles to keep his eyes open, slowly becoming more tired as the minutes pass.

He gets flashes of your smile burning bright. Your laugh, how you cock back your head with each giggle. Your fingers intertwined with his, always such warm hands. A loving smile spreads across his devilish cheeks. “Okay,” Dustin whimpers out in between sobs.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” Eddie blurts out with a bit of a chuckle. “No, no, no, no,” Dustin weakly smiles, letting out a bundle of spit with a stifled cry. “You didn’t run.” A cough rips from his throat again. The blood drains from the side of his mouth.

Happiness fills his aching chest as the thought of Dustin as President of Hellfire plays in his head once again. A thought he fantasizes about often. His eyes close as he sees the light behind the boy’s curly head. “You’re going to have to take care of those sheep for me, okay?”

Dustin lets out a soft whale as he struggles to speak. “No, you’re going to do that yourself,” he whispers stubbornly. Eddie’s brows furrow at the words. He uses all of his might to crash his palm against Dustin’s forearm.

“Nah, man,” Eddie grumbles. He hated when the boy second guessed himself. Dustin never saw his potential, never felt the confidence he could easily have. Hey, that was the same shit you would say about Eddie all the time. Funny, full circle.

“Say, ‘I’m gonna look after them,” he demands. “Say it.” He wanted the words to come out harsh and strict, bringing the good old dungeon master voice back out for one last ride. He didn’t expect the coughing fit that would erupt from his attempt.

“I’m… I’m gonna look after…” Dustin starts as the words fall into a jumble of sobs. “Good,” Eddie answers with another harsh cough.

A smile spreads across his face, the smirk that is clearly copyrighted by the Munson family. “Good, cause I’m actually gonna graduate,” Eddie starts. His smile grows deeper and deeper as he remembers those pretty little eyes of yours. “And I’m gonna marry my Lolly. I think it’s my year, Henderson.” His heart warms - he likes to think it’s because of his incredible future with you, instead of the blood pooling in his lungs. “I think it’s finally my year…”

“...I love you man.”

“I love you too.”

“… Eddie”

“Eddie …”

“Eddie!”

Kas moves with a body strictly set on autopilot. His mind is screaming, screaming his name. His heart races, beating thickly in his ears. He could still feel Dustin’s tears falling onto his cheeks. He feels the boy leaving. How his pillow, his knees, quickly fall from beneath him. Dustin’s weeping voice as he is pulled away and Eddie is left behind in the Upside Down.

Before he could stop himself, Kas grabs Dustin’s hands off of his body. He wraps his calloused fingers around his wrists, slamming them harshly against the wall. “What the hell are you doing here?!” He screams into the adversary’s pathetically whimpering face.

“I-It’s me,” Dustin stutters out, but each word that leaves his lips peaks his anger. Kas yells out a grunt as he digs his fist thick into his collar. He lifts the small boy up and throws him against the floor. Henderson went flying across the living room, sliding upon the carpet.

Everything became red. A smashing of his knuckles across Dustin’s cheekbones. It hurt, but not as much as when his supposed friend left him behind. This makes Kas feel a whole lot better.

April 7th, 1986. 11:12pm.

Looking back, Kas definitely needed that 14-hour cool down period. He scans over your crushed frame, but your eyes are fixed upon Dustin’s face. His nostrils flare as fluttering lashes drop a tear. He roughly brushes it away with a single finger against his red cheeks.

With a sniffle, Dustin whispers, “O-Okay, hi Kas. I’m Dustin.” His hand shakes awkwardly as he tries to stand. Your arms reach for him, careful not to let him fall. Despite your unfortunate patient, Kas has always adored your caring soul. The dutiful World War Two nurse tending to his eternal wounds. He loves you, not only due to your very beautiful body, but everything within its gorgeous shell - not that you’d ever believe him.

Dustin looks down at his wavering hands and ripped shirt. His fingertips press against his cheeks. He winces in anticipation of a pain that never comes. “How did I,” he stutters, a gulp thick in his throat. “W-what is this?” Kas finally stands - it was his time to shine. He peers down at Dustin through his cheeks with a lifted chin. The boy stumbles back at his movement, afraid of what may come next.

Just how Kas likes it: seeing his prey shaking with barely contained fear before him. At least they know the truth - that he’s a monster in sheep’s clothing.

“I healed you,” Kas starts with a scoff. “Me, I did that,” he points to Dustin’s weak body. His smirk and bouncing brow shoots your way, making sure you acknowledge his selfless act. That annoyed, deadpanned face of yours returned, it’s one of his favorites.

Dustin looks to you for clarification, some sort of understanding of what the hell happened to his fallen friend. Kas hated it, hated that he looked at you instead of him. Like every word falling from his mouth needed to be fact checked by you.

“Hey, Henderson,” Kas calls out, a whistle to follow. “Eyes over here. Daddy’s telling a story.”

Kas stalls when he sees both your eyes pop out of their sockets. Dustin’s nostrils are flared as he takes a slow inhale. You quickly drop your gaze to your feet, while stifling a cry. What the hell? Why did the world come to a grinding halt?

“Vecna saved me,” he continues hesitantly. The words slowly drop from his mouth, each elongated word. “You know, after you left me to rot.”

The boy’s neck extends as shock fills him to his very core. Fire burns true in his little hazel eyes. Something Kas, nor Eddie, has seen outside of the D&D table.

Oh hello Nog, the Artificer - it’s been a while.

“Who left you?” Dustin challenges with a finger addressed to the man before him. It makes Kas laugh, enjoying the fire burning within him just like the good arsonist that he is. “‘Cause it sure as shit wasn’t me.”

He steps forward in a way that, involuntarily, spreads shivers down Kas’ spine. A shiver not formed due to fear, shock, nor worry. A shiver that inadvertently fills his body with admiration and respect. “Steve had to pull me away from you,” he says sternly, dangerously entering the other's space.

Kas’ left brow raises as a smile sprawls across his face. A slow chuckle erupts from within that could scare away Vecna himself. He is callous and cold. His eyes reddening as each word is spoken. “You’re a fucking liar, Henderson,” a cold stern tone to his voice. Kas takes a step towards Dustin, egging him on. “You don’t want to know what I do to liars.”

Dustin scoffs, suddenly taking the interaction lightly. “Why don’t you start off by telling me exactly who said that I left you?” he asks with rigid eyes. Kas scoffs too, rolling his own, as his lip pulls up on his left side. “Oh,” the boy snickers, making Kas’ entire care-free persona develop into fuel lit fire. “Let me guess, Vecna told you that? Just like how he told you he saved you?”

“Watch your fucking tongue,” Kas spits through gritted teeth. He could barely see your hands or hear your voice as you attempt to calm the situation. All he could see was red. The resilient, fascinatingly familiar color flushing across his sight. He just needed one good reason to wreck that pretty little face of his.

“I watched you die and I was there until the very end,” Dustin yells, completely matching his opponent’s energy. “I would have never left you behind.”

“But you did!” Kas screams into his face. His shoulders raise as he puffs his chest, entirely prepared to destroy the small being. But, fortunately for the boy, you are a sneaky one. A slow palm to his chest, resting with just the right amount of pressure on his sternum. He could feel another hand pressing into his lower back. And somehow he could breathe again. The red slowly dissipating from his mind. All his senses return with lightning speed. It all hit a bit too hard as he struggles to process the next words from his mouth.

“No, I fucking didn’t!” Dustin spit outs with disdain. Your hand still glued to Kas’ hot skin, the only thing keeping the other alive. “Steve ripped me from you, I hated him for weeks…” He loses track of his words as though the memories shot through his precious thinking cap.

“No, no,” Kas mumbles but the flashes ring true. Dustin cried onto his dying body. He screamed, pleading for Eddie as he was dragged away by Harrington. He didn’t want to go, but Steve was following through on his promise - to protect Henderson. They loved Eddie. His friends would never have left him behind.

“No!” Kas shouts, pushing the boy back, but he persists, taking a step forward to show his older brother that he meant every single world.

“It took me so long to see that he was saving my life,” Dustin utters before powerfully pushing two hands against his chest. “I was ready to die with you in front of that trailer!”

Kas bounces back, rocking on his heels with minimal physical damage but holy shit did that fuck over his brain and everything he’s come to know as true so far.

“I should have!” the boy shrieks. Tears stream down his cheeks in a way that breaks Kas’ unbeating heart, in a way he’ll never admit - maybe not even to you. Kas coughs, clearing his throat before plopping back onto the couch. The room is silent until Tobbs calls out to his fellow detective.

Kas clings onto the TV as a tool for his dissociation. A small voice in his head begins to beg for forgiveness. Regret encapsulates his chest cavity as he acknowledges the pain he caused to not only his prodigy, but to you. The betrayal was his own.

He should have remembered, should have corrected Vecna, but he had nothing. Not a single clue as to what was happening. He was lost, alone. He knew his memories were not his own, but he didn’t care. Anger is easier than loneliness. It wasn’t until he saw you and the graceful flash of your smile that he second guessed those thoughts.

All he has now is Eddie’s memories from before. He would only need one hand to count how many he’s got, but that’s no excuse. He should’ve remembered. He had an inkling, some part deep deep within him that immediately rejected the idea of Henderson leaving him behind but he didn’t listen.

Why didn’t he listen? How could the idea that everyone would leave him behind be so believable? That he wasn’t worthy of true friendship? What could he have done to deserve that?

Kas squints before applying pressure from his thumb between his brows. He could feel the beginning of a headache scraping against his forehead. Muffled voices wrack through the air as he struggles to recollect what is true and what he was told.

You and Dustin begin talking about Eddie and his last moments. He now finds distraction from his own thoughts in your conversation.

He, barely, tries to not eavesdrop as you nervously ask, “Did - did he have any message or - or, um, did he say something about me?” His ears perk for an answer that never came. He looks up to see Dustin shaking his head, which forces his heart to sink in his chest.

Kas instinctually seeks your gaze, knowing without a doubt that this answer would completely destroy you. He watches as your face pales and your body stills. He struggles to deny every fiber in his being that screams for him to hold you. As much as they pleaded and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t manage to move from his seat. His own body betrays him in the midst of all this new found information.

“Tell us the story.” Your mouth barely moves despite the power of the words that fall from your lips. Kas cannot deny the excitement he feels upon being reminded of your undeniable strength. You were easily the strongest woman he has ever met, even if he did remember all the women in his life. He turns towards Dustin, awaiting the story that even he is curious to hear.

The boy, however, tucks his hands beneath his pits and crosses his arms over his torso. “What’s going to keep him from punching my face in again?” he spits out. Again, he looks right at you as though you were the handler to the rabid dog that Kas was.

“He won’t hurt you,” you say through grinding teeth. It was enough to make Kas smile and tilt his chin back and forth, like a giddy girl. He sits back, completely relaxed, knowing that you have his back.

Dustin takes a breath, lowering his eyes before him, but not before cracking his neck to the side. “Eddie was dealing with Chrissy,” he starts.

You quickly interject, “Yeah, he had a date set with her.” Your eyes fall as you think further. “It - It was a Friday, right?”

The boy nods his head as he tightens his arms upon his chest. “Vecna killed Chrissy right in front of Eddie.”

The veins in your neck tighten as you clench your teeth. Eyelashes flutter back tears. Kas cannot help but want to protect you. “Are you sure you want to hear this?” he asks in a low tone. The act surprises Dustin. His eyes flash between you two as he realizes the connection you have.

You take a deep sigh before walking over to the couch beside him. You crash down, hooking your arm around his bicep. You lean into the meat of his arm as your eyes close. “Keep going, Dustin.”

Kas pulls you in, holding you closer than he thought possible. He would do anything to spare you from this hurt, but he also knows whole heartedly that you needed to hear it - just as he does. “After that, Eddie went into hiding. Cops obviously pinned it on him… and Max, well, she saw him leave the trailer in a hurry-”

Your head raises upon hearing the name. Kas turns to you for guidance as it remains unfamiliar. “Wait, Max was a part of this?” you ask in disbelief.

Dustin stalls before answering. He swallows a huge gulp as he squeezes his hands into a fist. “Yes.” Your brain wracks with ideas, struggling to understand exactly who else was involved in this dangerous ruse. “We went searching for Eddie and it led us back to here,” he mutters as he takes a quick glance around.

“We found out Vecna’s past and how to fight him, and we were ready,” he slows down his words. “We had a plan and we were going to stop him.” His bottom lip begins to quiver. A hand catches his balance upon the back of the recliner. “Something went wrong, and we needed more time.”

His eyes suddenly bare holes into yours. You could see the tears welling within them as he struggles to let out the next few words. “He went back,” he swallows, “We would’ve lost so many people if not for him, but by the time I could get back…” He drops his head, shaking it as those fists crash against the tops of his thighs.

Kas observes every inch of Dustin’s face, of his body language. He understood his words to be true, his feelings to be true. He is distraught. Dustin may have made it out of there alive, but a piece of him still rests on that road right beside Eddie. Dead and hollow. A piece he may never recover.

He rallies the courage from within to finish their interwoven story from his blurred recollection. “I-” he starts. The pronoun explodes a combination of familiarity and disorientation. “I died in his arms.”

Kas could see your head immediately shooting his way. It made a small smile burst from his lips and shortly take it away. “But after you left, I heard someone. I thought it was you,” he turns your way with a weak grin. Tears flow from the ducts of your eyes, a steady current. “I don’t think it was.”

His voice hitches before he clears it and attempts to continue. “I died a fucking hero,” his eyes raise forward as he is flooded by the reminiscent feeling of bravery and pride. “I wasn’t a coward - no, not anymore.”

You bite your lip as your arms wrap around his neck. His own tears begin to fall as you pull him into your chest. “You were always a hero, baby,” you whisper into his red, hot ears. "You saved me before any of this happened."

His sobs destroy the very fabric of your being. A sound that will forever haunt your dreams. You take it in waves, all of his pain without regret. Your face slowly becoming stone cold, tears ceasing to exist as you tighten your hold of him.

Kas clears his throat, slowly pulling away from your soaked shirt. Your hands slowly float to his knees. He looks back at Dustin, his close friend, without anger or resentment. “Vecna brought me back. He told me to kill you,” he mutters while shaking his head. “I came back different.” Another frog is stuck in his throat as he struggles to take in breaths without falling into another sobbing fit. His eyes drop to the hands in his lap. “I wasn’t a killer before, but I am now.”

Dustin looks your way in a panic, desperately wanting to know more. “He didn’t make me, you know? He taught me how and I just kept it up.” Kas calmly nods as he feels the blood drain from his face. “Eleven people,” his voice hitches as he meets the boy’s innocent eyes.

“Tammy Thompson, Ryan Trent, Andy Johnson, Carol Carver, Dave McKinney, Paul Richardson, Justine Hutch, Dick Newman, Kristie Peterson, Olivia Wilson, and Vickie McNulty.”

Kas keeps his head down. Not a single part of him wants to see the terror on either one of your faces. The silence floods the air like a stuffy smoke. It’s almost palpable, almost as though you could feel it weighing down on your defenseless body.

“Vickie.” Dustin slices through the smoke, a wavering tone to his voice. “Vickie from marching band?”

Kas nods his head ever so slightly while struggling to swallow the biggest gulp stuck in his throat.

He didn’t want to raise his eyes, no not at first. He could remember her screams, particularly hers as they sounded like they were perfectly extracted from Jason Voorhees’ machete. The red of her hair mixed beautifully with the crimson that drenched her clothes.

He would be lying if he said he had any remorse in the kill. He just saw someone he knew. A poor girl smudged with dirt and muck as she struggled to get out from under the library’s debris. He scared her, just a little, to get that blood pumping quickly into his mouth.

“Yes,” Kas finally answers. “Vickie from marching band.”

Dustin almost collapses backwards, but swiftly rushes to land onto the chair before him. A completely new pain strikes Kas’ heart as he realizes that Vickie meant something to him. Your hand squeezes at the sides of his thigh as you, too, hesitantly land your head against his shoulder. Comforting him, even though you are shocked by his doings.

“I think I need a break,” Dustin mutters. Kas raises his eyes to see that the boy had turned a shade of green. He runs out the front door and vomits off the side of Rick’s porch. A solid tear runs down Kas’ cheek. What has he done?

While the two are inside, Dustin struggles to keep himself upright. His entire torso is flush against the wooden porch. His eyes almost bulging with each retch.

Robin has been searching for weeks to find Vickie. She’s grown so close to the McNulty family, determined to find her across the Upside Down. She refuses to acknowledge the possibility of her death, the possibility of not being able to save her through all the party's efforts and losses.

How is he going to tell her about this?

But amongst the sadness, he cannot deny the feeling of relief in his belly. Eddie is back. Even if it’s some weird, murderous version of him, he can still see him - talk to him. He doesn’t have to pretend to speak to the mist over Lover’s Lake anymore. He doesn’t have to think of a world that Eddie Munson isn’t a part of.

Sure, his mentor looks different. Much more shirtless than usual. Dustin never thought he would see him in anything but ripped jeans. His hair is longer, smooth and less matted. The contrast between his dark locks and skin reveals how much paler he’s become. Red eyes are a nice touch that he can appreciate when they aren’t paired with a beating.

When Kas speaks, the boy swears he could see sharpened canines. Were those the very knives that dug into his skin before he passed out?

Regardless, Dustin has his brother back and the happiness that consumes him is undeniable. He would accept him with open arms in any condition.

A tenacious brotherhood built on fantasy, triumphs, and defeats. A deep connection between a Master Inventor and his Dungeon Master. He wishes he could go back, back to when the worst thing that happened was that D&D got canceled because Corroded Coffin finally got a gig.

All he can do is wish.

September 16th, 1985. 8:43pm.

“Yeah, well Mike’s got a girlfriend cross country,” Lucas shares, desperately running away from the attention placed on his and Max’s relationship.

“What the hell,” Mike gripes as Gareth places a firm hand at the back of his neck. He shakes it while releasing a hellish laughter. “Alright Mike, where’d you meet her? I only slightly think she’s made up.”

The group laughs as Eddie watches them from his Dungeon Master’s throne. His foot hangs off the edge with a knee to his chest, hands playing with a small ripped paper.

He is known for his transparency. Whatever he feels is perfectly displayed upon his face. The mood for today is an abundance of annoyance, clear in how he lifts the side of his lips and his eyes roll with each passing second.

“I met her here actually, she just moved away,” Mike shares. “Her name’s-”

Eddie slams his hand down onto the table with a force that shakes the auditorium floor. “Why are we talking about maidens?” he asks with a booming voice as he stands from his seat. “We should be talking about how the party’s going to fight Lolth tomorrow,” he hints.

Dustin’s eyes widen as he slowly asks, “What are you talking about?” He peers around the room, seeing the entire party with mixed expressions of shock and gaping mouths.

Eddie huffs in response, rolling his eyes in annoyance, as he grabs his books and map. “No jerking off tonight, boys. You’re gonna need your throwing hand.”

The party begins to pack up after a rather rough section of the campaign. Only Lucas, Jeff, and Dustin survived, while the rest await their rebirth. Dustin’s brows pull as he watches his fearless leader. The man who is always moving is now perfectly still. He takes heavy breaths as he grips tightly against the top of his chair.

“You coming?” Lucas calls out as he and Mike begin to walk down the stage’s stairs.

“I’ll just meet you there,” Dustin says, waving his hand for the two to leave. He has been trying to find an opportunity to buddy up with the President of Hellfire, maybe this was his chance. “So, Eddie, do you have a sec?” he asks sheepishly.

Eddie now had his forehead plastered upon the chair as his fingers nervously tap on its sides. He groans as his way of replying to the youngling. Dustin lets out a soft chuckle as he nervously asks, “You okay?”

Eddie slowly raises his head as a smile lifts to the right of his cheek. “Yeah, I’m good,” he says with squinting eyes. “Hangovers don’t feel like they used to.” He raises his arms to stretch them before rolling his neck.

“I was wondering if, uh, I could get your advice on something?”

Eddie’s eyes perk as he drops his arms and slides into his chair like a snake. “Why yes, the doctor’s in,” he beams with his smile.

Dustin laughs while pulling a chair out and plopping into the seat. “It’s about girls - uh, maidens,” he starts.

Eddie nods furiously, gesturing with his hands for him to continue. “What is her name?” he inquires. Dustin drops his head nervously, “Susie.”

Eddie’s eyes close as he smiles. “Ah, Susie,” he whispers in acknowledgement. He leans back into his seat, taking a big whiff of the young love in the air.

“Yeah, she, uh, she’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I met her back in camp about a year ago and she lives in Utah, but I, uh, I think I love her and I’ve never said that to someone before,” Dustin rambles.

Humming, Eddie sinks back into his chair. His expression is happy and proud of his little freshman. “Well, little man, it sounds like we’re in the exact same situation. If you figure it out, you let me know,” he dismisses with a chuckle.

Dustin is taken aback. A king like Eddie having trouble with girls, uh - maidens? He’s a rockstar for christ’s sake, what kind of problems could he have? “What’s her name?” he asks, just as plainly as Eddie did before. He snickers beneath his grin as he rests a chin upon his fist.

“Let’s just call her Lolly,” Eddie lets out with a breathless chuckle. A coy smile sprawls across his lips.

Dustin’s brow raises with curiosity as he dives in more information. “Lolly, like … Lolth?” he asks, tucking his chin into his neck in excitement. His eyes widen as he lovingly awaits his DM’s answer.

Eddie blows out a raspberry before sinking even further into the throne. He shakes his head while creasing his eyebrows. “Did you nickname her after our next boss?” Dustin laughs out incredulously.

“Maybe,” Eddie retorts in a sing-songy voice. He scoffs, throwing his head back. “Go ahead, honestly, tell me that Lolth isn’t a smokin’ hot babe.”

Henderson smiles, enjoying his mentor’s flustered face. He shrugs, nodding his head - knowing it isn’t wrong. “She must be a badass,” he utters.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” Eddie adds, running his tongue over the front of his teeth. “She’s my spider queen,” he hisses with excitement.

Dustin giggles alongside Eddie. Their smiles fill the room with a rose tinted ambience flooded with nostalgia and happiness between old souled friends. The connection between them was palpable, undeniable. Eddie noticed it the second he laid eyes on the small fella. He knew there was something special about him, and he has yet to be proven wrong.

“In all seriousness, Henderson,” Eddie says lightly, coming down from his laughing fest. “You should tell her. It’s a risk, yeah, but love isn’t really something you can hold onto. Trust me, it eats away at you more than you can imagine. It physically hurts not to say it,” he takes a deep breath. “You’re lucky you don’t have to see her every day.”

His words peak Dustin’s interest. Who is this maiden? Has he seen her before? Does she go to Hawkins High? He’s never seen his DM so vulnerable, and he revels within the precious moment.

“You can tell her too, Eddie,” he whispers, careful not to upset him. The President raises his eyes and stares behind his curly chocolate bangs. “What if she loves you too?”

Eddie’s keen smile pulls to one side as he shakes his head. “She doesn’t even know me,” he mutters, leaning back into his chair.

“Then let her get to know you, man,” Dustin encourages. With a smile, he starts, “A wise man once told me that love was risky but it’s not something you can hold onto-”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Screw you, Henderson,” he mutters with a low hummed chuckle. His head cocks to the side as an idea forms in his mind. He leans his elbows onto the table as he locks eyes with the boy. “Let’s make a pact, right here and right now.” Dustin encouragingly nods. “You tell Susie and I - I’ll tell Lolly,” the words start to lose their muster as he continues.

“You got yourself a deal, Munson,” Dustin slams his hand against Eddie’s, giving him a good shake. A contract that would build the very foundation of their friendship.

April 7th, 1986. 12:11am.

Your mind feels like a dead plane about to crash into the ocean. A slow spiral as you fall from the heavens and dive into the horror show below. First row, VIP ticket. Guess that’s what happens when you fall in love with a true killer.

Without noticing, your hand slowly slips from his arm. Fingers hook onto your chin as you struggle hard to process the information. To make sense of something that just shouldn’t make sense.

“You didn’t know who she was,” you start. Your closed eyes tickle lashes against your cheek. “You - you didn’t.”

Kas’ soft, calm voice breaks through the mist, bringing you back down to that ocean floor. “I did,” he murmurs. “I killed her, and I did it because I knew her.”

You turn to him with tears flooding your vision. The breath is sucked from your lungs, unable to take in more. You finally hit the water - it’s time to sink. “Tell me, just,” you gulp, shaking your head out as your mind screams for you to run. “Make me understand, please.” You turn to him, heaving sobs as you do. “Why did you do this?”

He drops his gaze, not wanting another second of your crying face to be burned into his mind. He hurt you, again. Regret, again. All for an unneeded kill he made so carelessly.

Vickie’s red hair bobbed so effortlessly in the mucky mist of the New World. He immediately recognized her from that unfortunate junior year that he had to take band for his elective. Despite the tragedy, she still was perky and determined to get out.

And that’s why. She had hope, and all he wanted to do was crush it.

Kas hesitantly reaches for you, wanting to comfort you and distance himself from the situation. The very act shakes you to your core, causing you to cower to the other side of the couch. “Don’t,” you say plainly. He drops his eyes while clenching his jaw in pain.

Who did he have to blame this time? It’s not like Henderson was the one who brought up their names. It certainly wasn’t you. You knew he had a list, a list of people who died the way you should have, but he knew you would never want to know who.

And yet, he gave you just that. It breaks any perception that you had of him. The person who took care of you upstairs, who loves you - yeah, that’s a serial killer. Vecna took everything from you. He could care less about how his kills affect other people.

Chrissy died and Eddie became a “serial killer.” Eddie died and … Kas became the serial killer.

“I don’t,” you start but quickly take in a shaky breath. You pinch your brows together, trying so hard to see any future with him beyond this but everything comes up blank.

“I killed because I didn’t know any better,” Kas whispers. His gaze stuck on his hands as they rested between his legs. “I was taught to torture, told that every person in Hawkins would rather see me dead than alive.”

He abruptly stands, practically jumping off the couch. “I had doubts. I - I tested it, you know?” He begins his pacing, desperately trying to stop his heart from exploding his chest with each beat.

“With Kristie and Dick, I saw them. They were under struggling to get out of town hall. I helped them get out,” he slows his movements. “They were so happy to see me. And that made me happy, a-and I thought - ‘yes, he was wrong!’ But they were just happy until I got them out,” he says softly.

“They ran from me, called me an ‘asshole’ and a ‘killer,’” Kas mutters as he stands still before you. “I showed them they were right.”

A wave crashes over you. Weak electricity shoots through your body, tingles that make you feel light headed. Your face falls into your hands as you ponder the thought.

“But then I met you, darlin’,” he says as he crashes onto his knees before you. His big, warm hands pull your palms from your cheeks. “You showed me that there was another way. And - and I don’t want to go back to that.”

Kas takes a sharp breath before clearing his throat. His quivering voice continues, “I still hear their screams.” You slowly raise your eyes to his. His face contorted and solemn as he struggles to hold back heaving sobs.

“I wish you were there,” he drops his head onto your lap. The tears curl around your face. You cannot help the gentle hand that brushes through his hair. “I wish I died in your arms,” he cries. “If I did, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be in fucking Valhalla or some shit, but I wouldn’t be back here as this monster!”

He sobs into your bare thighs. Your chin quivers as you try to be strong but fail every other second. You feel empty. No worry or remorse toward him or yourself. Just a body floating slowly into the ocean’s depth.

After some time, you whisper coldly, “You are not a monster.” He raises his swollen eyes to you, the innocent chocolate button eyes bow beneath all this façade. “A monster wouldn’t have regrets. Wouldn’t be crying with the person he tried to kill.”

After one last swoop of his soft curly hair, your hand rests at his cheek. Kas leans in as he always does. Those innocent eyes flick up to your hardened gaze. “You are not a monster. Not anymore.” He takes in a shaky inhale through his nose.

“You are going to work hard, harder than you ever have, to make up for what you did.” You gently place your fingers to the side of his chin, squeezing as you guide him to your eyes. Ensuring you are both locked in before finishing your thought.

“But you will never make up for those eleven lives. You will carry them in your heart until you die. And that does not mean you stop fighting to make it right. Do you hear me, Kas?”

His lashes flutter as he unsuccessfully attempts to hold back his tears. He could see the strength within you. The power you hold that has barely scratched the surface. He couldn’t be more in love with you despite the horror of the words that fell from your supple lips.

Kas knows, in this moment, that he will happily die for you a million times. He is crazy about you, completely unhinged and dedicated to your smile. He may never make up for what he’s done, but he will put all his power into trying until the day he dies - not just for you, but him as well. It’s not easy living with a guilty conscience, maybe this will make it a bit lighter.

Regardless his determination is set, your broken heart is more than enough to fuel his intentions.

“I hear you, darlin’,” Kas utters. His hands delicately reach for yours, intertwining your fingers as they should have been from the very start. “I promise you I will try my absolute hardest to make up for what I’ve done.” He pulls your interlocked hands to his lips. A sweet peck with eyes fixed onto you. “I promise you I will work my damned best to be the man you deserve.”

His words pull you right out of your spell. Those worried wrinkled lines between your brow completely smooth out. Eyes fall straight down to your hands. A promise you would never expect from Kas, and one you could count on from Eddie. But one and two are not the same, and fear still encapsulates you.

You want to trust him. To know that he’s that beautiful man who held you in the shower earlier that day. The man who carried you away from danger. The man who saved you from the dangerous, psychotic being he is scared of most in this world.

But he is also the man who took Vickie and all those people from their families. The man who left you in a ocean of your own tears, naked and afraid in that fucked up version of Hawkins. The man who stalked you, hunted you. The man who almost drank you dry to please his own murderer.

“Please don’t break it.” The words fall from your lips involuntarily. You aren’t even sure if “it” is referring to his promise, or your heart. “Please,” you finally raise your eyes to him.

Dustin opens the door, walking into a quiet room. He closes it behind him, locking the deadbolt before landing his back against the wood. It pulls both your attentions, causing Kas to stand and let go of your hand. Your body aches for him, wishing the boy stayed outside just a little bit longer.

“I lied,” he starts. His hands crash at his hips, letting go of a huge breath of relief. “He said something about you when he was …”

It was your turn to release a breath of relief. You are confident, fully confident in the love that you and Eddie shared. Doubt wracked your brain when Dustin told you that he didn’t say anything about you in his last words. For whatever reason, the boy held the information from you. The only way you would get it is if you wait, painfully and patiently. “What did he say?”

Dustin takes a quick look at Kas before returning to you. “He wanted to marry you, after graduation.” You smile with a trembling lip, both taken aback and not surprised at all. The thought of you across from Eddie in a cheesy tux at city hall. It may not be Chicago, or Paris, but being Mrs. Eddie Munson would be an absolute dream that you would choose over the world.

He laughs as he finishes his thought. “I didn’t know who he was talking about before, but, yeah, it’s pretty clear he was talking about you.” The tears hit him again, a tickle at the back of his throat. He tenses his face to hold it all in. “He nicknamed you Lolth, or Lolly,” another breathy chuckle drops. “Pretty badass D&D character, honestly pretty comparable to Kas.”

Your heart warms in a way that turns your body into cotton candy. A sensation you haven’t felt since you last laid your eyes on Eddie. It is almost like he is here. You place your hand upon your chest as you sink into the feeling. “Thank you,” you say with a feverish nod.

Kas watches the woman he loves turn into a rare aurora of orange twinged happiness. He is thankful for the boy, grateful for his honesty. He seeks his eyes to mouth “thank you” himself.

Dustin nods, but quickly looks away as he is too worried to hold the gaze. He brushes a hand through his hair while uttering, “I don’t know what I’m going to tell the others.” Your ears perk up, causing you to jump up and rush towards him. Your hands firmly grabbing onto his. He pulls away, but hones in on your intensity.

“You can’t tell anyone.” Your gaze locked on his hazel brown. Your body becomes a mixture of hot white and cold. You just got him back. No one will take you away from him. No one will hurt him. No. No. No! “They don’t need to know.”

Dustin steps back from you with disgust. His hands are harsh as they rip from yours. It is enough to make Kas take a step forward and let out a thick, heated breath. “They need to know,” he starts pointing to Kas. “He is the last person to see Vecna alive. We need to know everything so we can put that asshole into the ground.”

You turn back to Kas, a slow glance over your left shoulder. His attention is pulled upon seeing your movement. Your brows raise at their tips, trying to discern what he is thinking. A slow smile gradually pulls across his lips. An encouraging nod shoots your way.

The relief filling your chest finally allows you to take a deep breath. You extend your arm backwards with a hopeful expression. He happily reaches for your hand, resting his warm palm against you.

Kas stands beside you, in front of Dustin. In this moment, you realize that he and you are forever. It may not be perfect, it may not be Eddie, but you are in it - for the long haul. Protecting each other against any potential harm. His fight is your fight, just as it should have been with Eddie. There’s no way you’re backing down.

You shake out your hair, taking in a slow breath for confidence and neutrality. “Who are ‘we?’” you ask. One simple question to determine the safety of the journey forward. Dustin looks to Kas, seeking the answer within him. How did this boy not get it yet? He shakes his head. He doesn’t know every thing.

Dustin turns to you, clenching his jaw. “Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Lucas, Erica, Mike, El, and Will.” The names float in the air, almost each one recognizable to you. These are the people you see in the hallways. The people in the cafeteria. The people who run the school newspaper. The people in the band. The popular kids. God, how the hell are they all mixed up in this? The only name missing being …

“Max,” you call out. “You said Max knew what was going on. What - Why isn’t she going to be there?” You rake his face, desperate for an answer, only to see him grow solemn. Kas knew that Henderson’s face undoubtedly meant bad news. He squeezes your hand, letting you know that he is here for you.

The silence feels unbearable. Your skin is on fire and about to implode. “J-Just tell me,” you start before taking a deep inhale. “Is she dead?”

“No,” Dustin states. Your heart skips a beat as you gasp in happiness. Max is far too young, far too young to be gone… “But she’s hurt and it’s bad.”

Your body stills as your breath escapes you once again. “What do you mean?” you utter quickly. Another squeeze to your hand.

“She’s in the hospital,” the boy utters under his breath.

You push past him, reaching for the door knob. You don’t even know where you’re going but you are going.

Kas is the one who’s calm hand rests on your forearm, causing you to pause. He models a breath with you before flicking his eyes to Henderson. “Tell the party we’re meeting at Harrington’s at 8. You pick us up at 6 and bring us to Max, then to the party,” he states without a second of hesitancy. Your eyes light up before turning to see Dustin’s reaction.

“Done,” the boy promises.

“Dustin!”

All three of you drop, closer to the ground. The voice comes from outside. You can hear heavy boots onto the steps of the porch before crashing his knuckles against the wood. “Dustin, your mom called.” He groans before knocking again. “Common, I know you’re in there - I can see the light on.”

Steve Harrintgon’s timbre is incredibly clear. He is here, a simple door away to finding out the truth.

Your heart races faster than it ever has, faster than when you thought you were going to die. You panic, thinking what would happen if Kas and Steve come face to face in such an abrupt manner.

When you whip your head to Kas, his face is calm and unbothered. It gives you strength - a chance to take a breath.

“Henderson, please. It’s already midnight and Robin’s in the car. If you don’t come out soon, she’s gonna start holding down on the horn,” Steve says with an exhausted tone. A huge yawn follows his words.

Dustin shoots his eyes towards Kas. He gestures for you both to move, to make your way to the kitchen. Kas nods, and guides you over with your intertwined hands.

“Just wait a damn second, Harrington,” Dustin spits out. “I’m getting my shit.” Kas leads you behind the fridge, squeezing your hand in repetitive pulses until you both are safely hidden.

Dustin swings the door open and steps outside, pushing his way through Steve’s burgundy sweater. “Dude, you gotta stop coming here,” he scolds as the boy closes the door behind him. “How did you even get in?” The voices trail off, but you remain silent, still, and pressed against the fridge.

Upon hearing Steve’s car pull away, you let out a breath of relief. You instinctually let go of Kas’ hand, stretching your arms and cracking your knuckles to release the tensing pressure. “That was close,” you whisper under your breath.

Kas slowly wraps his arms around your waist, digging your hips against his. “It was,” he says as his eyes rake over your features. One hand releases to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. It is almost as though he is lovingly adoring everything but your eyes, leaving them for last.

“Should we finally get that rest now?” he suggests with a smirk.

Your eyes fall on him as though this was your first time ever truly seeing him. The way his lips part when he looks at you. Those eyes that stop your heart every time they land on you. The way his curled locks land right on his collar bones. His alabaster skin, soft and sensual. The spider tattoo on his peck that you love so much.

Before you knew it, your hand was trailing across his torso. Peck to peck, before sliding down his sternum and onto his belly. Your eyes were locked, as though they were in a trance, completely intoxicated by his incredible body. Almost as though an alarm went off, your head perks and returns back to hold his gaze. “I would like that.”

Kas smiles as he leads you back into the living room, back up the stairs, and back into the room that will forever, now, be deemed as yours. He lands back onto the mattress, floating upon its waves, as he guides you down beside him.

Your head rests where it belongs, on your favorite spider tattoo and just above his heart. His arm wraps around the small of your back. A hand lightly tracing dancing fingers against your upper arm as you pull closer into his chest.

A sleep you have been waiting for. A sleep you deserve - you both deserve.

“Good night, Kas,” you whisper against his skin. “Good night, darlin’,” he whispers back.

“I love you.”

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crithitprincess · 2 years ago

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Come Undone- Kas! Eddie fic Part 2-

** **********WARNING 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!

blood, period fic, period seggs, smut, consential seggs, words of degradation, praise, PIV (unprotected), BDSM, Bondage, oral, rough sex, overstim, vampire kink, masochism...lots of kinky stuff. Drugs are used. Cigs too

(Part two)

Authors Note! - Hey guys im not too familiar with how to post format and post things here. This is my first ever fanfic! Be kind and enjoy!!!

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Your heart thrummed as you pulled the anxious boy behind you, his feet dragging behind him. Eddie wasn't so sure of this, he was afraid of going too far or hurting you, however it was intriguing to him all the same.

"This could be fun," he told himself thinking about what bloody adventure he was in for. The walk down felt like forever. Anticipation building. He was getting harder by the minute thinking about all the naughty things he could do to you to make you scream.

You turned around to face him, back against the door. Your black lace bra peered from out beneath your black strappy tank top, chest heaving heavily as you stared at Eddie with wanton eyes.

Eddie about lost it right then and there, the sight of it all so intense. His lips smashed against yours, tongues tangling in a passionate frenzy. A wet warm string of lust filled slime oozed from between both of you as Eddie pulled away. He gazed into your eyes. Oh those baby cow eyes of his would be the death of you one day.

"Sweetheart," Eddie spoke softly, his mouth falling agape in pauses as he tried to slow his own breathing in order to speak. " Are you sure," his eyes now tracing the outline of your neck and down to those gorgeous perky tits of yours," Are you sure this is what you want, Hun?" Eddie gave you another chance to back out as he always did and of course there was always the safeword.

You chuckled to yourself, it was hardly ever used. "Baby, I just want to make sure you are okay because I don't know how well I will be able to control this other guy that pops out…but I swear if I hear that safeword it doesn't matter how deep in we are I will stop immediately no questions asked. Okay?"

You nod back at him. "Eddie, I want this. And I am ready," staring back into those big wet brown eyes of his to reassure him before adding "for whatever happens Ed's. I know I'm safe."

You barely finished your sentence as Eddie went back in to attack you with more fiery kisses but this time he broke away from your lips to travel past your ear and trail down your neck leaving wet gobbles as he went. You could hear him practically growling.

As Eddie continued his work you reached behind you to turn the handle, his bedroom door swinging open freely as the two of you stumbled in too lost in the moment to care about tripping over anything.

Eddie's lips went back to yours and never left as he deftly removed first your tank top and then your small high-waisted gym shorts leaving you in nothing but that two piece black lace bra and undies (ones he had never seen because you bought as a special treat to yourself a while back) and pushed you back on the bed.

Your arms reached out for the black satin covers to push yourself upright as you found yourself inches away from Eddie's bulging black sooty jeans. That all too familiar handcuff belt of his tantalized your eyes and he noticed.

"Go on, Kitten," he commanded, his eyes locking with yours. "Unbuckle it…slut." You froze for a second, taken back by his words.

His ring clad hand darted quickly to grasp your throat squeezing just enough to shock you out of your daydream. " I said unbuckle it you bitch."

Eddie's fangs protruded out as he snarled, releasing his grip on you. Your hands automatically got to work unbuckling his belt before placing your hands folded back in your lap, waiting for your next instructions.

Eddie smirked. "Good girl…" with one smooth movement he slid his belt out of his belt loops and took it in his hand. "Now. Arms out. " Knowing better than to try and brat your way through this you followed orders like the good girl you were..well at least for tonight. Eddie made quick work binding both your hands against his metal bed rail with his leather belt. "Excellent now…lay back on the bed like a good girl and don't you move a fucking muscle without me. I will be right back.."

Eddie strides over to the corner of the room, his hands reaching into a dusty overstuffed box of vinyl records before finding one to his liking. He carefully pulled the record from its sleeve and set it to play on his record player that sat beside his box of vinyls. Dark sensual metal music blares from the record player and fills the room. Eddie closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in letting himself feel the music.

He picked up his lighter from his dresser and pulled a pack of cigs out from his jean pocket, sliding one out before throwing the rest of the pack on the dresser. "You know some people like cigarettes after sex…me I like to have one before. And then smoke a big fat bowl afterwards." Eddie chuckles, lighting up his cigarette taking a slow drag off of it.

A cloud of smoke escapes as Eddie starts cackling. "How does that sound Princess," he can hear you starting to whimper as you lay straight on the bed with your arms above your head just like he told you to. "Awww pretty baby. That bad huh? Well I know my baby is eager, let's not keep her waiting any longer.

Eddie walks back to the bed cigarette in hand as he climbs on top of you. "Here baby," he takes another deep drag from his cigarette. "Open wide princess." You open your mouth and Eddie presses a sensual kiss to your lips, exhaling hot smoke into your mouth for you to take in. "Breathe in deep honey. One more hit and then I put it out okay?"

You knew where he was going with this and you felt your pussy clench. Eddie took one last drag before giving you his last promised hit. "Sweetheart how about I put this out on you? I bet you would like that huh Kitten? " Eddie knew you were into fire play..the anticipation of where he would put it out built as he waved it around teasing before settling on your perky little tits.

"These are mine, Kitten. Mine and mine only," he snarled fangs protruding, his nostrils flaring, as he twisted the cigarette out on your left tit before flicking it to the floor. You whimpered out in guilty pleasure, it stung like hell but it felt so good. "Shhhhhhh. That's my good girl, it's okay." Eddie cooed as he bent down licking your wound. His cool spit felt so good against the red hot burn.

Eddie's little game of winding you up was working all too well. You were a whimpering mess, desperately clamping your legs together rocking back and forth trying to seek out any friction you could for even the slightest bit of relief as your pussy throbbed.

You needed to feel Eddie's touch. You needed to feel his cold metal rings grazing your clit as he teased and pleased you, finger pounding in and out of you as he licked up the bloody leaky mess that you would make. Oh God the thought of Vampire Eddie getting off from eating your sore bloody pussy made you bite down on your lip until it was purple.

You were so lost in the thought of what he would do to you, eyes shut continuing to rock back and forth, you didn't realize Eddie was watching you with dark hungry eyes. "Enough! " Eddie snapped at you, seizing your legs, your eyes flew open.

"Sorry I…Sorry" you whimpered out hoping he would take mercy on you. "Ohhh my pretty little slut. So eager for daddy huh?" Eddie chuckled sinisterly, prying your legs apart. "Well. Heh. I would hate to keep you waiting any longer, Princess."

Eddie leans down to plant kisses from your lower legs going up towards your throbbing wet hot clothed pussy. You tense up in anticipation as you feel him get closer and closer to your heat. God you needed to be touched so badly. Even just his kisses had you a mess.

You panted as he ran kisses all up your inner thigh. You began to moan. A few more kisses up and Eddie would be face deep in your pussy.

Eddie kissed up towards the line of your panties then grinning devilishly sprinkled kisses all down your other leg and inner thigh, completely ignoring where you wanted it most. "Eddie please…" You pleaded with him squirming against the makeshift leather cuffs that bound you to his bed.

Eddie cackled and mocked you in your same whimpering tone " Eddie pleasee…." He grabbed your chin to stare directly at him. " Pathetic. You call that begging? Use your words Sweetheart. " He snarled, baring his fangs at you again.

"Eddie..Ed..please fuck me." Your chest heaved as you pleaded. " Please. Take me. I'm yours..I'm your cumslu–" You were cut off by the sound of your own moans of ecstasy as you felt a sharp pang on your inner right thigh. Eddie's curls draped over your leg as he went to work hungrily slurping up the blood that spilled from your inner thigh. His cool tongue felt so good rubbing across the fresh dark welts he left on your inner thigh. A souvenir for later.

Eddie's tongue glided across your inner thigh across your panty line and his lips sucked on the fabric that was held against your leaky pussy. Eddie groaned at the first taste of the salty copper fluid that spilled from your heat. He couldn't hold off anymore and tore through the fabric exposing your bloody soaking pussy.

"Eddie! " You shrieked. "Those are brand new! "

"Sorry Sweetheart" Eddie's voice had darkened even more and he hungrily gazed back at you with dark crimson eyes and sharp fangs before going face deep into your pussy. Eddie made quick work his nose occasionally nudging your clit as he expertly slid his tongue up and down your slit making you scream out his name.

Eddie growled in response. He focused his attention on your clit sucking on it, tongue paddling back and forth with speed until it was so puffy and overstimulated that tears spilled from your eyes. But you were enjoying every single second of Eddie's sweet torture tonight. Your core ached when you thought about how there could be so many more nights like this to come.

You wondered why Eddie hid this side of him, this Eddie was so different from your nerdy, lovable,sweet DnD playing Eddie. Sure he was a Casanova to boot and never ceased to please you in bed. But this Eddie was different. This Eddie was an animal. Hungry for its prey.

Eddie earned more screeches from you as you tensed up feeling yourself already close from just him eating you out alone. He let you get close, feeling your body tense up as he applied more pressure with his tongue to your sore clit and when you were almost there he stopped gazing up at you with his face and chin coated in your bloody slick. But it wasn't enough he greedily shoved his index finger in your pussy, hooking it as he pumped in and out of your slick hole.

His finger caught the spongy part of your front wall and you howled as he continuously hit your g spot. Your back arched off the bed, toes curling as your climax started to build. Eddie knew exactly where to put his fingers.

"I need more!" He growled shoving in a second finger pumping faster and faster.

"Oh my god..oh my god..I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum. Fuck baby you feel so good."

You screamed obscenities as your vision went fuzzy and your eyes rolled back. You were almost at the edge.

"Cum on my fingers you fucking whore. Cum on daddy's fingers. Cum for daddy like a good little bitch. That's it. Ohhh yeah, babygirl that's it." Eddie cooed to you as you hit your orgasm squirting hot bloody cum all over his fingers.

He continued to poke and prod at your oozing cunt his head dipping to slurp up the mess of blood and cum that dripped. Eddie groaned. God he loved the taste of blood and cum together. It was a sweet nectar he couldn't get enough of.

Eddie's head popped up from between your legs, his face drenched in your pussy juice and blood. "Sweetheart you taste like heaven. Here honey you need a taste too."

He pressed a bloody slick kiss to your lips and you moaned out when he pulled away. You licked your lips taking in your own taste. You could understand why it was driving Eddie crazy. Your own sweet salty taste lingered on your lips and you craved more. But only if it first came from Eddie lips and fingers.

Eddie pulled out his fingers and licked them clean making sure not to waste a single drop of your hot nectar. "Baby..my sweet, naughty baby. Daddy's cock is hungry too. Daddy had been thinking about how he would fuck your tight bleeding cunt from the minute he walked on the door. Are you ready to take my cock like the good little princess cumslut you are?"

You nod, a small whimper leaving your lips. Eddie undones the leather belt and your arms fall over your head. " I want you on all fours when I take you. " You are so dazed, eyes glazed over exhausted from riding your high that Eddie's words don't sink in right away. He grows impatient.

" Now! I said, Now you bitch." His words are enough to jump-start your brain as you scramble to get on all fours. Your knees are bent, ass in the air and you are already clutching to the sheets as you prepare for Eddie to slam into you.

Eddie cackles as he frees himself from his black jeans and wet spotted black underwear. His cock springs free at attention, already rock hard from watching your face contort from pain to pleasure.

Eddie's cock was tinged purple from being restricted in his tight jeans growing tighter and tighter from the massive bulge developing underneath. The cock of his head throb as he took it on his hand, precum already leaking from the tip as he dragged the head of his cock along your slit a few times before shoving his cock deep in you.

Eddie moaned out at the feeling of your tight cunt spasming around his throbbing veiny cock. "Oh fuck baby you are so tight. Feel so fucking good. " He grunted, biting down on his lip to ground him.

He loved hearing your moan as he let you adjust to his cock. "Fuck..Eddie. Oh my god I–"

Eddie grabbed your hair and jerked your head to look him in the eyes. " I am your God." Eddie snarled out as he grabbed your hips and started Slamming in and out of you giving you no time to recover in between.

Each thrust was more intense than the last and Eddie did not let up, he picked up the pace. You tried to moan out but each thrust hit your cervix stealing away your words along with your breath. Breathy moans joined Eddie's own moans as his balls slapped against the outside of your cunt.

Eddie pounded you grasping at your hips with one hand while the other hand went to choke your neck. You moaned out and it was enough to set you on edge.

"Eddie..fuck..Eddie. I'm gonna cum." You managed to squeak out from underneath Eddie's long ringed fingers clutching at your throat.

Eddie kept pace despite his hips starting to stutter. "Baby..fuck baby I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in that sweet little pussy of yours. Fill you up with my hot.fucking.cum."

Eddie thrusted you on every pause of his last words as he lost rhythm. His whimpering moans turned to growls as he spilled his hot seed into your pussy that mixed with your cum as you breathlessly squirted all over his cock.

He pulled you into his arms cock still deep inside you as you tried to catch your breath. "Shh it's okay baby you are safe. You are safe." Eddie stroked your hair as you warmed his cock.

"You did so good for me, Sweetheart. I'm so proud of you." You looked up at him as he wiped away stray tears from your eyes noting his eyes were back to their normal wet chocolatey brown.

" Eddie that was..incredible" Eddie smiled and kissed your forehead before leaning over to reach his bedside table and pull out his pipe. " I told you cigs before and…" He lit his pipe taking a deep drag off of it then placing his lips to yours sharing the intoxicating smoke between the two of you. " and a big bowl of weed after."

You smiled up at him with wet eyes pulling him back for another kiss. " One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach..all the damn vampires" You playfully said and poked at him.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Eddie chuckled. He knew you were quoting something but couldn't figure out what. You rolled your eyes playfully scrunched up your nose putting your hands on your hips nagging at him.

" Oh my god. Eddie…it's only one of my most favorite movies." You smirked. "That's okay because once we are done with this bowl I'm sooo making you watch it. "

Eddie tried to play dumb. "What? How would we do that? I mean I guess we could go see Buckley and she if she has it. "

He didn't remember the conversation you had earlier in the living room before you both– Your thoughts worked like a tape first rewinding to being back on the couch,in a curled up ball of pain. Then you sped forward and watched as your hot greasy loverboy became the wild, feral, dominant vamp you had only seen in your dreams.

"Remember you..?" You stopped in your tracks staring into Eddie's big doey eyes. You swore that the minute you looked away, you would return to glowing red orbs burning back at you.

But Eddie just blinked back blankly trying to search for an answer in your eyes as to what the hell you were getting at. He really didn't remember letting it slip that Buckley was a part of a plan to, as Eddie would say, "seduce the dragon." The dragon of course being you. You would have a hell of a story to tell your best friend, Buckley, later on.

Since Eddie was not aware of having revealed his little plan you decided to play the game. You smiled devilishly and that told him the ruse was up. " She told you?! Ah fucking hell man! His hands flying to his head in frustration automatically assuming, that was until he heard your naughty little giggle.

"Nope," he breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it was supposed to be a surprise. " I saw it in a stack of other tapes…I gotta teach you how to hide things better. Now come onn.." You looked at him and made puppy dog eyes which you really didn't need. Eddie was too easy to persuade especially since his cock was still buried deep in your warm pussy.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Fine…but first we need to get cleaned up." He pulled out of you and grabbed a towel out of the pile of clothes in the corner of his room. He wiped you and him down but it was still a mess. "We can hop in the shower really quick before Wayne gets home."

You both got up and playfully tiptoed hand in hand out of his room and into the hallway. The pair of you thought no one was home. But the old wooden floorboards of the trailer gave you away with its loud creaky groans.

"Eddie?" Wayne spoke out. He was sitting at the kitchen table on the far end of the house. "Fuck." Eddie whispered loudly, almost losing his footing, shocked that Wayne was home early. "Umm..yeah?" He called back wincing.

Oh God how long had he been home. "Why don't you and your umm friend get cleaned up and come join me out here. I brought dinner home. Figured I would surprise you. Fried chicken. "

Eddie was bright red. His ol man was just trying to surprise him with his comfort food and god knows what he heard coming from his room.

And it wasn't a first. Wayne had a few conversations with him in the past to at least have the decency to wait til Wayne wasn't home before he was "rockin' all these strange girls worlds" as he once told Eddie.

Wayne chuckled. Damn that boy. He loved him but he was a handful. He sat at the table doing the crosswords from the paper and waited for his nephew and what he was assuming was his nephew's girlfriend to finish up in the shower.

A few minutes later Eddie walked out with you in hand. Eddie's hair was still in damp curls and he had a low cut black band tee with some red plaid pj pants on. He let you borrow one of his many hellfire shirts, one he told you to go ahead and keep because he had been meaning to give you anyway and some pj shorts that looked a little like ones you had seen Steve wear before. No matter.

Both of you sat at the table across from Uncle Wayne combing your sodden hair with your fingers while Eddie ruffled his fingers through his respectively. " Wayne I..sorry. " Eddie started to apologize.

Wayne took a sip of his beer sitting on the table, there had been two more also placed at the table for the two of you, an offering from Wayne.

Wayne opened his mouth to speak but just laughed and smiled. " Boy you're a handful. Like hell. That being said. Aren't ya gonna introduce me to your girlfriend? "

Eddie's eyes went wide, shocked that Wayne didn't give him a proper scolding. "Wayne..Uncle Wayne. This is that girl that lives three doors down from the Johnsons. We went to school together. "

Eddie let you speak and introduce yourself and Wayne met your hand in a handshake. "Welcome to the family, hun." Wayne smiled and raised a chicken leg in a sort of toast. "Thank you, Sir. '' your politeness earned an eye roll from Wayne.

" Wayne..just call me Wayne hun. Or Uncle Wayne. Just don't call me late for dinner. " He cracked a joke trying to lighten any tension.

Eddie spoke up. "Hey Uh..Wayne. Just how much did you hear from us..um"

Wayne chuckled in between bites of chicken. "Ohhhh. I heard plenty." He shook his head and laughed. You and Eddie both laughed, taken back by Wayne's kindness and understanding.

After dinner the three of you all sat down in the living room. Wayne clicked on the tv.

" Any suggestions y'all? "

You smiled looking at Eddie who was engrossed in a book. "Actually Wayne.. There was a tape I wanted to watch. "

You dash towards the VCR and hit play and the TV flashes a scene further in the movie, enough to catch Eddie's attention away from his book.

His eyes met with yours, book still in his hands as his mouth gaped open. Realization settled in that maybe you two had started to watch it already.

Wayne was slightly dazed from a hard day's work enough not to realize your playful snicker as you hit the rewind button. You heard the whirls of the tape spinning backwards then listened for the click that said the tape was as far back as it would go.

You pressed play, beaming over at Eddie who finally closed his mouth and had his book tucked by his side. He inched forward in his seat when he heard the opening song "Cry Little Sister." Oh yeah. He was hooked.

After some time Wayne looks over at Eddie trying to be secretive whispering " She knows right?" Eddie rolling his eyes at his lousy attempt to be discreet as you laugh. "Of course I know. Now shhh…here comes my favorite part!"

#eddie x fem!reader #eddie kas theory #eddie munson #vampire #smut #lost boys

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smileygoth · 2 years ago

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The Outlaw Torn - Part Four (Stranger Things)

Yeah I'm resurrecting this one again (fnar) - I can't help myself, I know I should stop before it gets shit but I'm having too much fun running with this idea! I'll have a whole season 5 script done at this rate! KAS THEORY / VAMPIRE EDDIE is everything!!

Find parts 1 to 3 here!

CW: spoilers for the season 4, some mild swearing, that's about it.

Word count: 2,661 words.

Image courtesy of Netflix.

“God, Steve, I swear if you do not cheer up, I will strangle you myself!”

Steve lifted his eyes from the beer bottle in front of him to Robin’s exasperated face. “Sorry,” he said flatly. “I guess I’m just not feeling it tonight.”

“You haven’t been ‘feeling it’ any night for weeks,” Robin retorted. “Ever since…” She trailed off, her cheeks colouring, then continued in a rapid babble. “I mean I get it, we’ve all been through some major trauma and our lives have changed forever again, but I really think that if you would just try to have a little fun, you might start to feel better.” She looked around the crowded kitchen, where high schoolers mingled with older kids and took full advantage of the unpoliced alcohol on offer. Music was blaring in the living room and she could see bodies moving in time to the beat through the open doorway. Bowls of chips and snacks and cans and bottles littered the countertops in the kitchen and were being plundered remorselessly by the people struggling to hold conversations over the voices of everyone else. “I mean, there are plenty of hot girls here and you haven’t even spoken to any of them!”

“I’m not in the mood,” Steve replied.

“You’re always in the mood!” Robin argued. “You’re like, permanently on the lookout for Miss Right!” When Steve just scowled, she sighed and dropped her voice. “You’re not still thinking about Nancy, are you? I know I was encouraging you two to you know, revisit your old romance, but she’s clearly chosen to stay with Jonathan, so…”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Give it a rest, Rob.” He paused, winced at the harshness of his own tone, then added, “I’m sorry, it’s not your fault. I just … You’re right.”

Robin’s expression grew sympathetic. “Talk to me,” she urged, reaching out to put her hand over his.

Steve took a deep breath. “Well, you’ve got Vicky now,” he began, “And that’s great, it really is, but it just reminds me that I’m still stuck on my own. You have Vicky, and Nancy has Jonathan, and I’m alone.”

“Well you’re never going to find someone if you stand there looking miserable all the time,” Robin said gently.

“I know. But…” Steve groaned and shook his head. Lifting the bottle in his hand to his lips, he took a big swig, emptying it, then set it aside. “I never told you,” he said. “Eddie said something to me while we were in the … the other place.”

Robin said nothing, but leaned forward, allowing Steve to talk quietly.

“He said that … Well, he said a lot,” Steve said with a small smile, “But what he essentially said was that … that he thought Nancy still had feelings for me. ‘True love’, he called it. And I guess I got that stuck in my head, and I just thought that Nancy would … Choose me.” His voice dropped at the end , so quiet that Robin almost didn’t catch the words. “I really think I love her, Rob, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Steve,” she said sadly. “I wish you’d told me sooner.”

He shrugged. “You’re right though,” he went on. “She’s made her choice. Moping around feeling sorry for myself isn’t going to help. I should be trying to get over her. Move on. Have fun.”

Robin shrugged. “It’s got to be better than being miserable,” she replied. Her eyes fell on something behind him, and she smiled. “No time like the present, right?”

Steve frowned. “I guess. Why?”

“There’s a girl over there who is de-vouring you with her eyes right now.”

Steve froze. “Is she cute?”

Robin gave a thoughtful hum. “She’s … not your usual kind of conventionally cute, she’s kind of got a bit of a waifish charm, but … yeah, she’s cute.”

“Waifish charm?” Steve glanced over his shoulder and chuckled. “Oh, I see.” He turned back and swiped a fresh bottle of beer. “Screw it. Back on the horse, right?”

“That’s my boy,” Robin beamed, giving him an encouraging punch on th shoulder. “Go have fun.”

Spinning on his heel, Steve tried to recover some of his old swagger, one hand rising to check his hair as he headed over to the girl. As Robin had said, she was pale and bright-eyed, giving her a fragile, almost ethereal look. But she was dressed in a cute dress and she had a drink in her hand, and she was watching him with a hungry look and a shy smile that didn’t quite go together. As he reached her her smile widened, revealing white teeth. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” Steve replied. “So my friend says you’ve been watching me.”

The girl dropped her eyes bashfully. “Maybe,” she replied. “Maybe I’ve had a crush on you for ages, and maybe I was working up the courage to come over to you.”

Steve smiled. “Well, now you don’t have to,” he said. “So what’s your name?”

“Debbie,” the girl replied.

………..

Eddie leaned against the wall behind him and took a long drag on his cigarette. It didn’t really do anything for him any more, but old habits died hard. Looking at the sky, he saw from the position of the moon that some time had passed. He supposed that by now, Debbie was off doing the job he had given her. Now he had to do his. The problem was, he was having a little trouble getting himself to do it.

To his right was the darkened window of Dustin’s bedroom. Where he stood pressed against the wall, Eddie knew he couldn’t be seen, but that didn’t matter since Dustin was asleep. Eddie knew this because he could hear his slow breathing through the slightly open window. He’d never been to Dustin’s house before, but he’d given him rides home after DnD games before, so he’d known where to find it. It hadn’t been hard finding the right window either, since the moment he got close he could smell Dustin’s scent almost pouring out of it. The boy’s presence was all through the room inside. And that was what was giving him the trouble. The smell of him was bringing back memories of those last few days. The days when Dustin had become more than just one of his DnD buddies. When he’d led the mission to save Eddie from the cops. When he’d hugged him at Skull Rock so tightly he’d thought his ribs might crack. When they’d goofed around making weapons and his biggest complaint had been that Eddie might wedgie him.

When he’d held Eddie as he died.

‘I love you, man…’

Eddie’s lips tightened around his cigarette as the echo of his own words came back to him. He’d meant it. That dorky little know-it-all had saved his life, and would have tried to save it again (which was exactly why he’d cut the blanket rope behind him - though he’d still found a way to come running). He didn’t really want to do this.

BUT YOU WILL, a low voice in the back of his mind growled. His voice.

With a heavy sigh, Eddie dropped his half-smoked cigarette and crushed it beneath his sneaker. Then he turned to the window and peered inside. The curtains were drawn, but carelessly, a wide gap left between them which gave Eddie an ample view into the room. He saw the messy desk, the shelves cluttered with books and plastic figures and pots of pens and pencils and notebooks left open to some scrawled thought or idea. He saw the dim blueish light from the terrarium on top of the bureau. He saw the narrow bed and the curled-up figure inside it. Curly hair spread across the pillow, face slack and related in sleep. Hands just beneath his chin, fingers curled around … What was that? A rag?

Eddie narrowed his eyes and looked closer. His keen eyesight made out a familiar black and white pattern on a worn piece of fabric. One he’d last seen the night he’d died. His bandana.

Something seemed to let go in his chest, and he recoiled from the hurt with a low groan. He wanted to cry. He wanted to punch the window and shatter it, punch the wall into pieces, punch the voice in his head until it fell silent and never ever asked him to do anything ever again. His hands balled into fists at his side. I won’t do it, he thought. Resolve flooded through him like a balm, and he took a step away from the window.

A sudan white-hot lance of pain shot through his head. Gasping, he stumbled, hands clutching at his head, fingers sinking into his thick brown hair. YOU WILL, the voice silently boomed. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO DIE … AGAIN. Hot agony spread through his torso as he felt the old wounds tearing open again.

“Alright, alright, alright, I’ll do it,” he whimpered. “Just stop. Stop.”

The pain receded, slowly. Like before, in its aftermath Eddie felt a strange detachment. He stepped up to the window again and looked through. The boy in his bed was just a boy, the bandana clutched in his hands just cloth. He tried to conjure back the memories his scent had evoked and couldn’t. All he could think of was that this was the boy who had abandoned him in that awful place, alone, to die.

Inside, Dustin stirred, his eyes blinking open. He looked around, confused. “Mom?” he called quietly. “That you?” He listened for a beat, then when the silence remained unbroken he shrugged and laid his head back on the pillow. Before he could fall asleep again, Eddie lifted a hand and rapped gently on the window with one knuckle. Dustin’s head shot up again, and this time he looked straight at the window. Eddie knocked again, and with a cautious glance in the direction of his close bedroom door, Dustin climbed out of bed and crossed to the window. Eddie’s bandana lay forgotten on his pillow.

When he pulled the curtains wide and looked out, Dustin’s face contorted in shock and disbelief. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, and the colour drained from his face.

“Hey, Henderson,” Eddie said softly, giving him a lopsided smile. After a second when Dustin didn’t reply, he added: “Think this the first time I’ve seen you lost for words.”

Dustin shut his mouth and swallowed. “Eddie?” he whispered. “Am I dreaming? You’re supposed to be dead!”

“You’re not dreaming, and I got over it,” Eddie replied. “You gonna let me in so I can explain, or are we gonna whisper through the crack in the window all night?”

Dustin’s hands reached up to open the window wider. Then he paused. Conflicting emotions sped across the young boy’s face, and he looked carefully at Eddie, the hope in his eyes tinged with concern. “Wait,” he said slowly. “You … You died, Eddie. Like, right in my arms. You were dead. How are you here?”

Eddie frowned. “Not happy to see me?”

“No, Eddie, of course I’m happy to see you,” Dustin quickly replied. “But … How?”

Sighing, Eddie pantomimed looking over his shoulders. “Dude, can I explain it to you inside? I don’t want anyone seeing me. I’m still technically wanted for murder, remember?”

Dustin hesitated. “Well…”

“C’mon, Dustin, man,” Eddie whined. “It’s me!” He plucked at his t shirt with one hand. “Hellfire, remember?”

Dustin glanced back to his desk, where his own Hellfire shirt was draped over the back of the chair. When he looked back, his eyes were wide and tearful. “Eddie…” he said. “I love you and I’m so happy to see you, but … You gotta admit that this is really weird…”

This was taking way too long. Eddie’s temper snapped like a bowstring. Unable to stop himself, he slammed one fist against the window and snarled: “Let me in, you little shit!”

Dustin recoiled in horror as Eddie’s eyes momentarily blazed red and his lips curled back to reveal sharp teeth. “What the…?” He stumbled away from the window, hands groping for something, anything to use as a weapon. All he found in reach was his Hellfire shirt. “Your eyes, Eddie!” he cried. “Your teeth! What the hell happened to you?”

Eddie chuckled. “Hell. Yeah, that’s about right.” He let all his pretense at being the old Eddie drop. “What happened is that you left me in that place, that … hellscape … and he found me and did this to me! Now let me in or I will rip your fucking head off when I get hold of you!”

Dustin winced, tears spilling from his eyes. Then the fear in his face turned into confusion. “The window’s open, Eddie,” he said. “Why didn’t you just climb in?”

Eddie paused. He looked at the window, then back to Dustin. “I … I don’t know,” he admitted. “I just…” He curled his fingers around the edge of the window and pulled. His pointed nails rasped against the glass, but it didn’t move.

Dustin’s eyes widened. “Oh my God,” he exclaimed. “You can’t, can you? I have to invite you in! I know what you are! You’re a goddamn vampire, just like in the movies, Eddie!”

Eddie slammed his fists against the window in frustration and snarled. “I’m warning you, Henderson!”

Dustin flinched away again. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry I left you there. I’m sorry I didn’t get to you in time. I never wanted to leave you there, I swear. But my leg … I couldn’t get you out.”

Eddie’s keen ears picked up the sound of Dustin’s mother in the hallway. He pointed a sharp-nailed finger at Dustin. “I’ll be back, you little traitor,” he spat. “Just wait and see.”

He stepped back into the darkness, melting into the shadows cast by the trees. Dustin ran to the window and pulled it wide. “I’ll find a way to fix this, I promise!” he yelled. Then his mother was in the room, admonishing him for making so much noise, and Eddie slipped away into the night.

His mind and body were in turmoil. He was so mad at Dustin for not letting him in, his gums ached with the desire to rip his scrawny little throat out. But he was also confused at why he hadn’t been able to get inside - hadn’t even thought to try until Dustin had pointed it out. His stomach roiled with anger and shame - anger at having failed and shame at how he’d spoken to the boy. He was still just a kid, after all.

And he’s Dustin - my Dustin.

The memories were starting to creep back in. Dustin yelling over the DnD table. Dustin sitting with him at lunch, beaming at him as he told whatever dumb story was in his head that day. At Skull Rock, hugging him til his ribs ached. He pushed them away irritably.

“Like the movies, my ass,” he muttered. Nothing had gone to plan tonight. He wondered if Debbie was doing any better with Steve. If she wasn’t, the plan was basically dead in the water - tomorrow Dustin would certainly tell all his friends about his encounter with ‘Vampire Eddie’, and none of them would let him get close. If they didn’t get Steve in the Club tonight, there was no way he’d get to the others. And no way to get to Eleven.

He strode back into the forest, back toward Skull Rock. No matter, he thought. If Plan A failed, there was always Plan B. The idea brought a smile to his face.

“You like movies, Henderson?” he said to himself, his smile widening to a sharp white grin. “Just you wait. I’m gonna go full Salem’s Lot on this shithole town.”

Somewhere overhead, a bat shrieked. Eddie started to laugh.

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smileygoth · 2 years ago

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Researching for a fic and I come across this .... Interesting ...

(Also some of the bite marks look like bats too :D)

Eddie Munson’s prosthetic wound makeup for his bat bites

there’s no way wounds this shallow are fatal, by the way.

and if it’s about “infection” then why wouldn’t Steve get infected too?

interesting…

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie fanfic #eddie lives #eddie kas theory #kas theory #eddie is kas #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things

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2jihiir0 · 5 months ago

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be careful what you wish for .. 🦇

#I had to do to it #this specific image has been bugging me for the longest time #kas eddie munson #kas!eddie #kas theory #eddie munson

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elizabethsaige · 2 years ago

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i’m gonna say this and i know it sounds so dumb, like i sound so incredibly stupid for saying this

but

i feel like if eddie comes back as kas in s5, that would almost be too supernatural

and i know this show is all about supernatural shit but idek how to explain it

like it would make sense for him to come back as kas like i get it and it makes sense

but like idk something about it also just seems too easy?? and too supernatural

#eddie munson #stanger things #eddie kas theory

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becomingfoxes · 1 year ago

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Sharing year old art because I can

#my art #kas eddie munson #eddie kas theory #Eddie Munson #eddie munson stranger things

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magnoliabutters · 2 years ago

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• STORIES OF EDDIE MUNSON SERIES •

posting part eight of season two on

saturday, 07/15, at 5:00p pst

pairing: kas!vamp eddie munson x reader

summary: an unexpected guest tends to put a kink into things…

warning: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; canon divergence, enemies to lovers trope, season 4 spoilers, previous series parts mentioned; internal dialogue, hardcore vamp shower sex, blood, gore, trauma responses & bonding, physical fighting, violence, (unprotected) p in v, grief, etc.

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crithitprincess · 2 years ago

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Come Undone- Kas!Eddie fic Part 1-

****** WARNING 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!- mention of blood, blood kink, period seggs fic, smut*********

To Say that Eddie was having some trouble adjusting to life after the UpsideDown was an understatement but he was still him underneath it all.

He had developed a super human level speed as well as sense of smell in addition to his sharp pointy canines that retracted.

Eddie couldn't always control when they came in, though he learned it usually was caused by an insatiable pang of hunger rising from his lower stomach and continuing up to his heaving chest .

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Eddie's battered combat boots stomped up the front steps of the trailer. You perk up from your blanket swaddled position on the couch, hearing the screen door creak open and then a key turning the lock. Eddie boots clunk on the tile inside of the trailer and he sighs. Eddie had come home exhausted after his first day at the Hawkins Steel Factory.

You can't help but notice the way his hair is in a tousled mess of dark sweaty curls tied up in a messy bun that must have fallen lower and lower throughout the day. His cheeks were stained with soot where he had wiped the sweat away with his work shirt, a battered navy blue button up with a frayed red and white circle patch, " Munson" emblazoned on it.

He wore a tight fitting sweat- drenched white tank top that smelt of cigarettes and hot coals, it clung to his body tight enough to make out the outline of his navel which you traced with your eyes. Seeing his tatted arms framed delicately contrasting the tightness across his chest made you shiver, it was almost too much to take in.

Continuing your assessment you note the pair black sooty jeans adorning his hips, spread tight in a way you could almost make out a bulge in his underwear. Oh and of course his old battered black combat boots that he always wore.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched from beneath the hooded robe you created by wrapping yourself snug in a blanket. You pulled your "cloak" impossibly close to you hoping to hide your slowly quickening heaving chest as Eddie pulled his green army sling bag off his shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

Eddie rolled back his aching shoulders, moaning as they popped and creaked back into place. He carefully stepped out of his work boots and set them off to the side piling his blue work shirt on top of it.

He hadn't even noticed you peering over at him from your seated position on the couch. Hearing the key turn in the door had you turning to sit sideways, able to greet your man and congratulate him on his first day at the new job, but you were practically at a loss for words as you watched the greasy achy hard working man that entered your shared home.

You sat transfixed and waited for Eddie to say something. Maybe then you could find your way with words. Eddie cleared his throat and his eyes lifted to find you in your dazed state of bliss.

It was cliché but you always did love the classic "manly man" coming home exhausted from a long day of being "strong and manly" look. Even though that wasn't Eddie..until now that is. Maybe you could help him "unwind" from work, you thought as you winced from a sting of pain in your abdomen.

A soft chuckle escaped Eddie's lips as noticed you all bundled up. " Hi Honey l'm home." Eddie joked as he sauntered over and gently sat himself on the edge of the couch cushion closest to you. His dark brown pooled eyes gleamed despite his tired appearance.

"Sorry I'm late, Sweetheart," he took your hand in his and pressed a kiss into it. " It's been a hell of a day. I'm just glad to be back home. Uncle Wayne still isn't back from his trip yet so I guess until then it's just the two of us." He smiled sheepishly.

He hoped his uncle would be okay with you crashing there for a few weeks even though it was such short notice. Plans fell through and you were left without a place to stay for a few weeks until you could get your apartment out at Hawkins Haven.

You and Eddie had been going steady for a while now and had your fair share of flings here and there but after the craziness of the UpsideDown and Eddie and the gang paired with Wayne working extra hours to help Hawkins get the city straight after that whole "vecna mess" Eddie had become rather distant.

You were never fully sure exactly what had happened, Eddie never really spoke of it and you didn't want to press but had heard all the tales from the people of Hawkins.

The town officials called it an earthquake but you knew that was a lie. Your best friend Robin Buckley had told you enough to know that some guy named "Vecna" was behind it all. You wanted to ask for more details but you were just blessed everyone in your family was safe although; the same couldn't be said for thousands of Hawkins residents.

Buckley did mention a few other things though when she tried explaining you lost track of what was being said. Time travel? Mind powers? Basically demons running through Hawkins? Vampire? Eddie Munson? A vampire?

Even with what Robin told you, you still couldn't wrap your head around it although, as much as you didn't want to admit it you had to shake yourself out of multiple sharp toothed fantasies of Eddie Munson completely ravishing you as a vampire. Robin was probably getting your goat you thought, she knew of your obsession with Lost Boys lately.

After all, you started working at Family Video after she saw you, a customer, having a full on debate about why Dwayne despite his very small amount of dialog is essential to the movie (and your favorite, with a dark silent persona that matched his long flowy hair) and how Lost Boys is a classic must watch.

Robin watched the way your eyes lit up knowing you would be a great fit on the store with all your classic movie knowledge. A job at Family Video wouldn't be half bad, you thought. Maybe it would give you a chance to grow a better friendship with the rest of the gang.

With all the chaos Eddie had endured with his family and friend life he had yet to properly introduce his girlfriend to Uncle Wayne. He hoped he would be able to soon, especially since this was the second night you crashed at his house.

"How's my baby today? How was work Princess?" Eddie grew concerned as he noticed your brows furrow. He could feel that familiar warm woozy feeling spread in his stomach like when he saw the dead deer on the side of the road the other day.

A deer was struck down not long before Eddie stumbled on it on his morning walk to clear his mind. It's head was bathed in crimson, it's neck all mangled and twisted.

"Poor deer must have got hit head on," Eddie muttered to himself trying to walk away but instead found himself staring straight into the deers glazed over eyes watching the crimson liquid drip downwards from its forehead and slide down its nose.

He drew in a deep breath trying to gather himself back but it was too late. A warm feeling hit his stomach, radiating up his chest. His teeth ached as he lost all control of his thoughts.

When he came to, he found himself face first into the mangled neck of the buck, using his sharp fangs to rip into its flesh and drain it of it's remaining blood Crimson color staining Eddie mouth and dripping down his chin. Eddie licked his lips, moaning at the sweet taste.

Blood.

Eddie snapped back to reality you sitting turned towards him now. "Eddie?" You snapped your fingers in his face and watched as his eyes centered back on yours.

Eddie knew what you were gonnasay before you ever did. He could smell it the minute he walked in, only it got harder to ignore sitting next to you

Blood.

"Babe? You good? I was just saying a minute ago I called in today. Luckily, Robin understood why I couldn't make it today today...Ugh. I woke up with the worst cramps this morning, baby. And I'm so nauseous. I haven't eaten anything today but I feel so bloated and l just really don't feel good today." You gasp as another pain hits your side.

Worry stained Eddie's face as he tries to soothe you. His hand rubs circles into your belly without him realizing it. At first it startles you begin to relax as his soft voice cooes you into submission, "Shh baby. It's okay. You start your period? Hey listen it's okay I got some extra pads stashed in my bag and I think there is some of Wayne's chocolate ice cream in the freezer. What else can I do to help?" He asks, searching for an answer in your eyes. His mouth begins to throb. "Oh please God not now" Eddie thinks to himself as his hands reach up to massage his jaw. He could feel his fangs cutting in.

Eddie took a breath in trying to calm himself. He could smell the lust of your pussy throbbing, seeking release but he was determined to keep it together to comfort you, his girl. He leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead.

" I think it's time for a movie and cuddles, Princess. Robin told me you liked Lost Boys. I could put it on and we could snuggle up together on the couch."

Eddie gave you a loving smile as he got up to fish for the tape he stashed away between a stack of other tapes. Robin gave him the tape so the two of you could watch it together as a surprise, something to take your mind off the awkward living situation.

You roll your eyes hoping it wasn't noticed by Eddie as you re-adjust the way you are sitting. Your pussy throbbing at the mention of the movie that sparked your latest wet dreams about Eddie Munson. "Go fuck yourself, Buckley," you think to yourself as you try and steady your breathing, preparing yourself.

You couldn't even focus on the film as it started, your mind wandering to a particular dream you had the other night in which Eddie had bitten and was sucking on your—

Eddie paused the movie noticing you were zoned out. He wondered what was going on, if Robin was wrong about your favorite movie. You seemed too far away in thought to be enjoying what his friend had told him was " her latest obsession. Eddie, she is gonna flip when she sees you with this tape!" Robin had told him. His eyes met yours as your realize minutes later that the movie isn't playing. You had been sitting on the couch staring into the white fuzz of the tv screen for a few minutes now.

"Babe?" Eddie whispered quietly trying to get your attention but not so loudly as to startle you. "Babyyy? " He said a little louder this time. "Y-yes Eddie?" You stutter out. He is on to you, you don't know how he knows but he is on to you.

"Everything okay, honey? He says showing some concern. "Y-yeah?" You question yourself, staring at him in the dark. You see something gleam in the light and rub your eyes trying to tell yourself it's a trick of the light.

The TV glow lights up to reveal Eddie fangs. He didn't even realize they were out. Maybe that's why it was harder to talk then before. "Oh shit! " Eddie curses in a loud whisper trying to cover his mouth with his hand. He hadn't had that conversation with you yet, thinking it would scare you away.

"Eddie?" Now it's your turn to question him. "You okay over there?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just got someone stuck in my teeth. " He tries to excuse himself to the bathroom, covering his mouth as he makes a b- line for the bathroom. But you follow after him grabbing his arm, gently spinning him around before he can reach the bathroom door.

The old yellow light of the hallway gives it all away leaving nowhere left to hide. Eddie lets out a shriek "hey what was that–" Too late. You are now face to face with his sharp white gleaming teeth and you about faint on the spot. "Buckley wasn't jonesing me!" You say taking a step back.

Eddie automatically starts to apologize for not having this conversation with you sooner when your lips crash into his full force in the hallway. Eddie’s feet shuffle backwards hitting the baseboards of the wall leaving him there helplessly to take in your passionate kisses of fire.

You pulled back, fear setting in your eyes. But not for the reason Eddie thought. No this was your wildest fantasy come true, and you owed Buckley a twenty and a cherry slurpee next time you saw her. Your breath stopped for a moment as you backed yourself into the opposite wall reaching out for the wall to catch you.

You landed against the wall with a thud. Eddie automatically leapt forward almost tripping as his feet lagged behind. "Babe I..fuck. Look okay I don't talk about it much because I want to just pretend like it never happened. I don't know how I survived but I did except not really..well something in me changed …"

He stared at you blankly as the gears in his brain turned, he mentally caught up with what you said under your breath. " Wait. Buckley? Robin told you?" He hissed under his breath with a sigh of relief. "Fuckkkk, thank god. Wait so if you knew why didn't you say anything?"

Hearing him say the word "fuck" under his breath did something to your insides. You felt instant warm spreading through your core, you tried to gather yourself as best as you could but you were slowly coming undone at the thought of hot vampire sex with Eddie Munson. As if he wasn't already your dream man.

Your finger presses against his lips and you hold gaze with his eyes. Oh fuck, it was getting hotter by the minute. "Robin told me..and I thought it was some sort of sick joke..because she knows I'm obsessed with Lost Boys.."

You paused for a moment and then a smile pulled up at the corners of your mouth. "But now that I know this is real, maybe you can do something for me.." You were panting as you thought of how you would tell the man standing before you, all of the dirty naughty thoughts you had been having about him as a vamp. "

Remember when you asked if you could do anything to help me feel better. Welll.." You leaned in closer to him. " I have a few ideas on how you could help me out. " For added effect though no one was around, you cupped your hands and whispered something in his ear that had him turning redder by the minute.

You noted how his fangs poked out from his mouth as he grinned back at you. "Oh? Really? I didn't know my baby could think like that" He lied. He knew you were secretly a freak from the minute you two met in middle school and years later the first time you two did it behind the bleachers while the basketball team had pep rally practice, it was proof.

"Are you sure about this hun?" He wanted to make sure he warned you. "I haven't been the best at controlling myself when I turn. Things could get messy. "

You smiled, grabbing his hand guiding him towards his bedroom door. You were counting on exactly that.

#eddie munson #eddie kas theory #vampire #eddie x fem!reader #lost boys

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