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Lucien's Apartment
Where Nicki comes to hang out and wait for Ares at Lucien's place and they talk. @lucienmelaina and feat @aresmelaina
Nicki Torres
-Nicki walks into Lucien's place and immediately looks around- Hola! Ares not back yet?
Lucien Melaina
-he almost drops his coffee mug at the sudden appearance, still not really used to having other people in his house- God, Nicki, you scared me. No, he's not here. I'm pretty sure you are more familiar with his whereabouts than I am.
Nicki Torres
-Nicki is amused as she walks further in and just sits down on the couch- I was hoping he was back from his raid. I wanted to surprise him. I feel like I should be worried that he's not back yet, but then again..... -she shrugs- Guess if he's not back in like an hour I might go out and look. I'm sure he's fine.
Lucien Melaina
-he has to remind himself that Ares knows what he's doing, not let her words make him worry too much as he knows there is not much he can do anyway, so he focuses on Nicki instead- He's fine, he always is. Are you planning on waiting here until he is back?
Nicki Torres
That he is. -she leans back and nods- I was. Unless you have a problem with it.
Lucien Melaina
-he wasn't planning on spending his evening with company, but Nicki did not give off the vibe of a person you could easily say no to- Do you want a coffee? -he just asked, taking a sip of his own-
Nicki Torres
-she perks up and nods- That sounds great. -she bounces her foot before pushing up off the couch - she needed to be moving- So...you working on anything fun?
Lucien Melaina
-he pours coffee into a second mug from the cupboard and hands it to her- It's that fake coffee you bring back from raids, but it does the trick. -he leans against the counter, his eyes following her- Oh, I doubt that my efforts to keep humidity out of the library would interest you too much. I'm sure you have way more exciting stories.
Nicki Torres
-Nicki waits for the mug to be poured before taking it and a sip- Yeah, you're right, that sounds boring. I mean writing. You writing anything good?
Lucien Melaina
No, not really. -he shrugs, figuring his writer's block slash denial to put a pen on paper is not a good topic for a simple friendly conversation- Are you a reader, Nicki?
Nicki Torres
I am. -she swayed as she leaned against the counter- Shocking, I know. Loved those action pack thrillers and the occasional sappy romance novels.
Lucien Melaina
Not that shocking actually. The library stays stocked because you raiders care enough to bring back books, so I figured there must be something in it for you as well. -he looks over at her and smiles into his coffee mug- I didn't see you around the library a lot. Before Ares moved in, I mean.
Nicki Torres
That's probably because I spent most of my time outside the walls to stock your library. But I've been stuck inside the walls so now I've had time to do some reading. And spending time with Ares. -she pokes the inside of her mouth with her tongue- I'm sure you have a lot of fun stories about him when he was a kid.
Lucien Melaina
Oh, I've got plenty, but he may smother me in my sleep now that we live together if he finds out I shared them. I would have pictures too, but they didn't survive the apocalypse. -he looks wistfully into his almost empty cup for a moment before turning to Nicki again- So, you and Ares, huh?
Nicki Torres
Oh come on, now I absolutely need to know and I'm pretty sure I can convince him to not kill you. I can be very convincing. -She sways a bit as she leans against the counter - Yep. Do I need to ask for your approval?
Lucien Melaina
He had a superhero phase. Walked around with a cape and everything, and that's all I will share for now. -he smiles at the memory, a laugh escaping when she wonders about his approval- Eh, he's a big kid. And I'm a little scared of what the repercussions would be if I didn't give you my approval.
Nicki Torres
-Nicki smiled quite joyfully- Oh, I wished I could have seen that! I'm asking him about it. -his answer she laughs at- Am I that intimidating?
Lucien Melaina
Fine, ask him, I'll sleep with my door locked. -he straightens up and looks at her, towering over her body in an almost ridiculous way, considering who is scared of whom- Oh, please, you know you are. But I like you, you know that, right? Always have. And Ares seems happy, so who am I to get in the way.
Nicki Torres
Nah, you'll be fine. I'll distract him enough that he'll forget. -She watches him stand straight up and finds it more amusing than anything else- I know I'm intimidating. Gotta be. But I didn't know you liked me. -She shifts a little bit- He really seems happy?
Lucien Melaina
Of course I like you, Nicki. I know we don't really hang out, but I see all you do for the town, all you've done for Mayra. It means a lot. -he shrugs, hoping he sounds earnest but nonchalant enough not to push her away- Well, I hadn't really seen him in a couple of decades, but happiness is pretty objective. Yes, he's happy.
Nicki Torres
-Nicki wasn't used to praise like this but it was nice to hear- Well, I'm glad I can give back to Redwood. And Mayra is my sister from another mister and I'll always look out for her. -She took a drink of her coffee - Well, he makes me pretty happy too. He's a good man and he saved my life.
Lucien Melaina
-he smiles at her, feeling less intimidated by the second- Look, Nicki, I deliberately don't want to know much about those raids you go on. I wouldn't sleep at night, even before my brother was involved. But please take care of him okay?
Nicki Torres
Oh don't worry, Roblito, nothing's gonna happen to Ares. I will always have his back.
Lucien Melaina
Okay, thank you. It means a lot. -he empties his mug, taking him a second to process her words- Did you just call me oak tree?
Nicki Torres
-Nicki straightens up as she is impressed - Muy bien. Hablas Español?
Lucien Melaina
Eh, más o menos. -he shrugs, the feeling of the language feeling unfamiliar first, but coming back to him like an old friend, easier than he expected- Estudié en la universidad, y después mi novio de muchos años era latino. Hace mucho tiempo que no practico. -he smiles sadly for a second at the memory- But yeah, I speak some, I understand even more. Sorry for taking away your chance to talk shit behind my back.
Nicki Torres
-Nicki hums in approval- Muy impresionante. No apologies needed. I would never talk bad about you. I was wondering how Aries knew quite a bit of Spanish. Did you teach him?
Lucien Melaina
No, no, I didn't. I doubt he even knows I speak it. Just like I didn't know he does. -it pains him to think of all the time in each other's lives that they have missed, but tries not to show it- We weren't... we weren't in touch back then, for a long time.
Nicki Torres
Oh? Can I ask how come?
Lucien Melaina
I was off in college back then, but our parents kicked him out. What came before and after that, I will leave it on him to share if he wants. With you and with me too, even if I wanted to tell you, I really don't know most of it. -he laughs bitterly, grabbing his cane and heading for a chair, unable to stay standing much longer- But yeah, we hadn't seen each other in a long while before he showed up here.
Nicki Torres
-Nicki watches Lucien move to a chair and she follows to sit down on the couch - I'm sure it's nice to be able to catch up after all this.
Lucien Melaina
-he sits in the chair, stretching his legs in front of him- It is, yes. And having him stay with me. I hope you don't mind my presence too much.
Nicki Torres
-Nicki shakes her head - Not at all. You are his brother. You have more right to him than me
Lucien Melaina
Oh, I don't think any person has a right on another. But you're welcome here whenever you want. -he smiles- As long as you don't make too much noise.
Nicki Torres
I can try but I make no guarantees. Ares makes it hard to stay quiet.
Ares Melaina
-he opens the door with some force, grinning- Hey, Luc, I'm back and I found something you're gonna- -he stops when he sees Nicki before his grin widens- Oh, didn't know you were here. -he walks over to Nicki and gives her a quick kiss- You two hanging out?
Lucien Melaina
-he is glad the conversation is interrupted by his brother's return, so he doesn't have to cover his ears if Nicki gets into more detail- I was just spilling your deepest darkest childhood secrets. -he smiles at him from where he is sitting, watching him and Nicki-
Nicki Torres
-Nicki hums in amusement to herself before the door opens and she turns to spot Ares coming through the door. She smiles as he seems incredibly happy to see her- Sorpresa, mi luz. -she leans up and kisses him back- I wanted to surprise you for when you got back and Roblito was keeping me entertained. So, what did you get?
Ares Melaina
Please tell me you didn't tell her about the superhero phase. -he makes a face, but turns his attention to Nicki- I found some cool new books. And some wood polish. -he gestures at Lucien's cane- So you can make it all shiny.
Nicki Torres
-Nicki looks at Lucien and smirks- Well, see, now you have to tell me more about this superhero phase. You can't just tease me like that!!
Lucien Melaina
How about I go downstairs to check those books and wood polish, and I leave Ares here to tell you that I was always the better Batman? -he uses his cane to stand up, heading for the stairs, intending to give them some privacy-
Nicki Torres
-Nicki nods at Lucien before giving her full attention to Ares- Siéntate, amor. I need to hear everything about this superhero phase.Q
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Renegade: Eddie Munson x Reader
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Description: It's spring break of '86, and you receive a call from Dustin after seeing a troubling news story on the television. He enlists your help to find Eddie, a young man you remember was supposed to graduate with you two years prior. The two of you have history, which causes you to willingly volunteer yourself to watch after the unfortunate fugitive. You comfort him in his time of need, in more ways than one. And you end up finding something that's been missing from your lonely existence for way too long...
Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, female reader, smut, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, squirting, consecutive orgasms, mentions of violence, one use of the F-slur, mentions of abuse/attempted sexual assault, mentions of past underage sex (reader and Eddie are both 19/20 in the actual story), mentions of drug/alcohol use, mentions of minor criminal activity, crying, light PTSD
A/N: This story contains dialogue from Stranger Things season four for context within my story, some of which has been modified. The credit for said dialogue goes to the Stranger Things writers, the Duffer Brothers, and Netflix. I only use it for entertainment purposes, I do not own Stranger Things or any of its characters, and I do not profit from my stories.
Word Count: 25.8k
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Renegade
You're sitting on the couch in your apartment, watching the early afternoon cartoons. A bowl of Honeycomb cereal sits before you, and you munch away at it mindlessly. Suddenly, in the middle of your animated entertainment, the local news cuts in to deliver a breaking story. You roll your eyes, it's probably another story about how evil Dungeons & Dragons is or some shit. This town sure loves to cater to sensationalism. There's been actual monsters from another dimension terrorizing this town, but all anyone can talk about is 'Just Say No' and 'the threat of satanism'.
A newswoman stands outdoors in the afternoon sun, in the middle of a place you'd recognize anywhere. Forest Hills trailer park, and the scene of the crime behind her is none other than the home of Eddie Munson. What the hell? You turn up the volume, needing to know what's going on.
"This is Channel Nine News coming to you live with a breaking story. We're in the Forest Hills trailer park in East Roane County. We don't have a lot of details right now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not released the victim's name, although we are told they're currently in the process of notifying the family. This incident is sure to rock the community of Hawkins, as the town has seen so much loss in recent years. Just last summer, there was the tragic fire at Starcourt Mall that claimed thirty lives. Police have the area around the crime scene blocked off as they are currently investigating, and are advising the trailer park residents to stay indoors, and stay vigilant. It has not yet been determined if foul play is involved, but we'll report back when we receive further details on this story."
You click off the TV, unable to believe that yet another life has been claimed by this bullshit town. The second you put the remote down, your phone begins to ring. You take the receiver out of its cradle, bringing it to your ear. "Hello?" You say.
"Y/N! It's Dustin, have you seen Eddie?" Dustin Henderson, one of the many friends you've managed to make over the last couple years. You'd first become acquainted with him last summer, when you worked at Starcourt before the 'fire'. You worked at Scoops Ahoy with Steve and Robin, both of which you remembered from your high school days. You graduated back in '84, the year Eddie was originally supposed to. You didn't hang out much, but you'd run into each other at times. He was kind, if not a little guarded. But he has every reason to be, given the fact that Hawkins High and the town as a whole absolutely hate him. And now, they're going to think he's a murderer. "Hello? You there, Y/N?" Dustin asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Um, yeah. I haven't seen Eddie, but I just saw the news." You reply.
"Yeah, so did I. Can you meet me at Family Video? We should make some calls." He says, seemingly hiding some vital details. But you know just as well as him that someone could be listening to your conversation right now. The government has been keeping a very close watch on Hawkins, screening calls and performing raids. Anything alluding to the upside-down, or Eleven, or any other product of Hawkins lab will send some very scary people your way.
"Yeah, I'll be there in fifteen." You say hurriedly, checking your watch. The line cuts out, and you set the phone down on the table. You jog to your bedroom, hastily changing out of your pj's and into some jeans and a t-shirt. You slip on a cardigan as well as the air is still a bit chilly at times. You pull on your converse and grab your purse as you walk out the door. You get in the car as fast as you can, peeling out of the parking lot of your apartment complex. It doesn't take long for you to show up at the video store, noticing two bicycles leaning against the glass windows. You put your car in park and go inside. You find Dustin and Max behind the counter, having just spilled some newly returned tapes on the floor. Steve and Robin are yelling at the two of them for disrupting their day, noting how hectic the shop has been thus far. "Hey guys." You say to interrupt their squabbling.
"Oh, hey, Y/N. What are you doing here?" Steve asks, giving you a once-over. You roll your eyes at him, he's always had a bit of a thing for you. He knows you aren't into him that way, so he stopped persistently asking you out quite some time ago. He can't seem to control his wandering eyes, though, much to your dismay.
"Dustin asked me to meet him. Eddie's missing, and we need to find him." You reply, going around the counter the civilized way to help out.
"And how exactly do you guys plan to do that?" Robin asks, putting the dropped tapes back on the counter.
"I'm going to look up the numbers of Eddie's friends so we can call and see if they've seen him. Someone must have, right?" Dustin replies, going over to the computer and beginning to push buttons.
"Hey, now! That's property of Family Video, dude. You shouldn't be messing with that." Steve says, trying to get in the way to stop the kid.
"Quit it, Steve! I need to do this! It's important!" Dustin shouts, still pressing on keys to get into the customer log.
"But why? You think Eddie's cooler than me cuz he plays your nerdy game or something?" Steve asks, sounding rather jealous.
"No, dude! I never said that." Dustin says. He looks to Max, needing some assistance here. He can't stop what he's doing to explain every little detail, there's no time to waste."Can you just- fill them in while I do this?" He asks as he types away on the customer database.
"Fill us in on what?" Robin asks, speaking for the three of you who have no idea what's going on. Max proceeds to explain what she saw last night, Chrissy at Eddie's trailer, Eddie driving away, the lights flickering. The pieces begin to fit together as she speaks. Automatically, your mind goes to some upside-down-related nonsense. But there's no way to know for sure until you locate Eddie and hear his side of the story. You truly believe he wouldn't do something like this. He may look intimidating at times, but he's no killer.
You assist Max and Dustin in calling around, allowing Robin and Steve to work on this busy Saturday. One by one, names are crossed off a relatively short list. But the name 'Reefer Rick' comes up as another person who may know of Eddie's whereabouts. It's said that Rick is Eddie's supplier, and he crashes at his house sometimes. No one knows exactly who he is, or his phone number. So, for a moment you think this plan is a bust, a dead end. Until Robin comes up with an idea, after Steve stupidly suggests you go to the police. She takes Dustin's place at the computer, typing in 'Rick'. There's twelve names that match, hopefully you can narrow it down.
"That's a lotta Ricks." Max observes aloud, drawing nods of agreement from all of you. Robin pulls up the profiles one by one, eliminating them due to their picks of musicals, kids movies, teen flicks, and one account with an odd amount of water-themed films. She clicks down to one containing Fast Times and practically every Cheech and Chong movie in existence. Bingo.
"Looks like we've found our guy. Rick Lipton. The address is 2121 Holland Road." Robin says.
"That's out by Lover's Lake." Dustin chimes in.
"Middle of nowhere." Max adds.
"The perfect place to hide." You conclude. With that, Robin and Steve close up shop and the five of you pile into Steve's car to go find Eddie. It's gotten dark by the time you reach the home, and Steve parks the car. You all walk to the front door, with Dustin pressing on the bell. The dinging tone echoes through the interior of the house, but no one seems to be inside. Dustin pushes the bell repeatedly, becoming frustrated at the notion that this idea was wrong from the start.
"Well, looks like he's not here." Steve says, ready to give up. Dustin calls Eddie's name aloud, hoping the sound of a friendly voice will lure him out. Steve keeps trying to shush him, not wanting to call attention to your snooping if anyone else lives out here. The rest of you flash your lights through the windows, looking for any sign of life. You notice there's a boathouse which partially hovers over the lake. The door is slightly ajar, and you call everyone over to see your discovery.
"Maybe he's in here." You say, and your group slowly approaches the boathouse. You search the outside first, peeking in the windows. You can't see much, it's an absolute mess in there. You go inside, flashing your lights into every corner in hopes to find your missing metalhead.
"Hello, anyone home?" Robin asks cautiously. She's not too keen to be out by the lake at night, where a potential killer could be hiding.
Steve notices a boat with a large tarp over it sitting in the water, taking an oar off the metal wall of the shed to poke around. It's really the only good hiding place in here, so he jabs at the bulky tarp with the wooden instrument. "What are you doing?" Dustin asks, thinking Steve has lost it.
"He could be in here." Steve replies casually, continuing his curious prodding.
"Just take the tarp off!" Dustin suggests.
"If you're so brave, you do it!" Steve shoots back. You and the other girls continue to look around, ignoring the usual Henderson-Harrington banter. It's best to tune them out when possible, they spend half their time together going back and forth like siblings.
"Someone was here." Max notices empty snack wrappers and beer bottles, signaling that somebody had been here recently.
"Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran." Robin proposes.
"Don't worry, Steve will get him with his oar." Dustin quips, pointing to the man still poking around in the boat. The tarps continue to rustle, but no sounds of a person emit from underneath.
"I know you think you're being funny, man. But considering everyone here has almost died a hundred times, I don't personally find it funny in the slight-" Steve is interrupted as a figure jumps out of the boat. They grab onto Steve, pushing him roughly against the wall. You all shout at the sudden movements and noise, processing what's happening. You realize the figure is indeed Eddie, holding a broken bottle up to Steve's neck. A frightened yet defensive look sits on Eddie's face, and he's glistening with sweat. His body is shaking, making the broken glass in his grip quiver. His chest heaves, breathing heavily as adrenaline rushes through his veins. Steve looks just as terrified, the glass so very close to puncturing his throat. "Wait! Wait! Wait!" Steve shouts, trying to get Eddie to slow down.
"Eddie! Stop!" Dustin cries, attempting to get his friend's attention. He calls his name a couple more times, drawing Eddie's gaze to him. His eyes change slightly, somewhat confused as to why the kid is here. He's possibly contemplating whether or not his life is in danger. "It's me, Dustin. This is Steve, he's not gonna hurt you. Right, Steve?" Dustin gestures at Harrington, whose eyes are blown wide in terror. Eddie's got an iron grip on his shirt, keeping him pinned to the wall.
"Right, yeah." Steve whispers. He doesn't want his throat to get cut from talking too loudly or too much.
"Steve, drop the oar." Dustin instructs. Steve does so, which makes Eddie move in closer to him, like he might actually hurt him. "He's cool! He's cool!" He tries to explain.
"What are you doing here?" Eddie asks in a shaky voice. It's the first time he's spoken, and he sounds like a man who's been to hell and back. You're frozen in place, helplessly watching this situation unfold.
"We're looking for you." Dustin replies.
"We're here to help." Robin adds, and Eddie's eyes snap to her suspiciously. This could be a trap. A trap formed by the cops to draw him out.
"Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band." Dustin points to her, and she imitates playing the trumpet as that's her instrument of choice. "This is Max, the one who never wants to play D&D." He gestures at Max and she gives an awkward wave. "And this is Y/N. I know her from when she worked at the mall with Steve and Robin last summer." You give him a small smile, and Eddie's eyes change again. He definitely recognizes you, from back when he was supposed to graduate in '84. You were really nice to him, unlike most people. "We're on your side, Eddie." Dustin insists, hoping these statements are enough to get him to drop the weapon and talk to your group. "I swear on my mother. Right, guys?"
"Yep, yep, we swear. On Dustin's mother." You all add in various volumes and phrasing, nodding your heads to affirm this. Eddie thinks it over a moment, his face hardening again. On the one hand, the police could be waiting outside right now, waiting for the right moment to bust in here. But on the other, you all seem to want to help him, to listen to the crazy shit he saw last night. He lets Steve go, turning away. Steve lets out a sigh of relief, and all of you do the same. Crisis averted. All that's left to do now is get Eddie to talk. You notice him sliding down the wall, looking absolutely exhausted and traumatized.
Dustin walks over to him slowly, noticing the bottle still in his hand. "Eddie. We just want to talk." He takes the words one at a time, carefully reaching for the weapon in Eddie's hand. Eddie snatches it backwards, not quite wanting to let it go. It's all he has to defend himself with, and he feels far from comfortable enough to drop it. "Okay." Dustin says when he flinches.
You kneel beside Eddie, hoping your familiarity might help ease him a bit more. "We wanna know what happened."
Eddie sniffs harshly before speaking. He turns his head slightly to look your way, while still halfway hiding behind his hair. "You won't believe me." He says meekly, quieter than you've ever heard him talk before. He shakes his head, not wanting to believe it himself. It would be so much easier to believe he lost his mind, and hallucinated whatever the hell he saw to cope with the fact that he did, in fact, kill Chrissy. He knows he wouldn't do that, but what other explanation is there? His silly fantasy games aren't real, so that only leaves the horrors of man as the culprit. Right?
"Try us." Max says simply. The unphased looks on your faces make Eddie's eyebrow raise in questioning. Maybe something else is going on here, and maybe you and your friends can give him the answers. He takes a moment to gather himself, inhaling a few deep breaths before reliving this fucking nightmare.
"Chrissy had come to me at school yesterday, wanting to buy drugs. She wanted something stronger than weed, so I brought her to my place after the game. Things seemed fine at first, but that's when the weird shit started." He says, relatively calm. That is, until he has to bring up the 'weird shit'. His demeanor changes, becoming panicked. "Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh..." He says, his tone laced with fear. The images replay in his head as he speaks, though they haven't exactly stopped since he first witnessed them. You all listen intently as he recounts the events, finding the details utterly gruesome. "And she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones, uh..." He whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut at the thought.
He feels sick saying any of this, it's all so horrible. But he knows you just want to help, so he soldiers on. "Her bones started to snap." The echoes of Chrissy's arms and legs breaking like twigs flashes fresh in his mind, making him want to throw up. "And her eyes, man. It...it was like something, like, inside her head, pulling." He makes a pulling motion with his hands to illustrate the point. His voice becomes more unsteady. He feels so ashamed of what he did next, like a goddamn coward. "I-I didn't know what to do, so I..." He stops again, his heart aching terribly. "I ran away. I left her there." His breath hitches, and all of you look at him with sympathetic sorrow. He stares at all of you, scoffing at how bonkers his story sounds. "You all think I'm crazy, right?" He brings his hand to his face, becoming embarrassed for saying anything at all.
"No. We don't think you're crazy." Dustin says.
"Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds!" Eddie exclaims. His voice cracks, and his eyes fill up with tears.
"We're not bullshitting you." Max interjects.
"We believe you." Robin joins in. Eddie exhales in defeat, shaking his head. This is all too insane, there's no way you all aren't yanking his chain. Sure, people talk like this town is cursed or something. But that's all talk. Hell, he's heard so many rumors about himself, which he knows are lies. So who's to say that anyone claiming there's a curse, or monsters, or any of that crap is telling the truth?
"Look, what I'm about to tell you might be a little...difficult to take." Dustin says, and you all realize he's going to tell Eddie everything. Personally, you're not so sure that's a good idea. Eddie's been through enough as it is, hearing everything else that's happened might push him off the deep end.
"Okay." Eddie says weakly, unsure he even wants to listen. But he supposes if it could clear his name and explain what he saw, he might as well give it a shot.
"You know how people say Hawkins is 'cursed'? They're not...way off." Dustin says. He can't believe he's actually about to drag yet another person into the supernatural shit you've all experienced since Will went missing. "There's another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes, it bleeds into ours."
"Like ghosts and shit?" Eddie interrupts, not quite understanding what Dustin means.
"There are some things...worse than ghosts." Max adds.
"These monsters from this other world...we thought they were gone. But they've come back before. That's why we needed to find you." You say, your own nerves beginning to get to you at the notion. Last year was a fight for your lives you'll never forget, and you definitely don't want to repeat it.
"If they're back again, we need to know." Max takes another turn.
"Did you see anything that night? Dark particles, maybe?" Robin asks, going over the usual upside-down tropes.
"It would almost look like dust, swirling dust." Dustin elaborates, hoping that's a bit clearer.
Eddie shakes his head. "No, there was nothing you could see…or touch. You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn't move. It was like she was in a trance or something."
"Or under a spell." Dustin suggests, piquing Eddie curiosity. He's making it sound like it's a fuckin' D&D campaign.
"A curse." Eddie replies, leaning into the idea. It's far from The craziest thing he's heard at this point, so why not?
"Vecna's curse." Dustin breathes.
"Who's Vecna?" Steve asks, hoping to God it's not another geeky reference to their silly game. The group has named nearly every creature and phenomenon after various bullshit fantasy things, and he's a little sick of it to be honest.
"An undead creature of great power." Dustin replies fearfully, making Steve roll his eyes slightly in response.
"A spell caster." Eddie says, committing to the concept completely.
"A dark wizard." Dustin says with total finality.
"Okay, great. So...we're dealing with another unstoppable force. What exactly do we do now?" Robin asks.
"I don't know, we don't have a lot to go on. Eddie didn't physically see anyone, and the way Chrissy died isn't exactly one we've seen before. We'll have to do some investigating, maybe find Nancy. But until then, we'd better get some sleep." Dustin says. He stands, and the others move to leave. But you stay where you are.
"Aren't we forgetting something?" You ask, gesturing at Eddie who's still crouching on the floor.
"Oh, right." Dustin sighs, trying to think of what to do. "I don't think any of us could harbor Eddie unnoticed, and the police will probably exhaust every lead that connects to him. Even you, Y/N. I think it's safest to leave him here. We can deliver supplies and leave a walkie with him. But there's not much else we can do." He says sadly, hating the idea of leaving his friend behind.
"I'll stay with him." You offer. You don't want Eddie to be alone, he shouldn't have to be after all he's been through. Besides, there was a time where you needed him years ago and he helped you, no questions asked. It's odd, up until now, you'd almost completely forgotten all about it.
It was junior year, and you had kind of fallen in with a bad crowd. Kids that skipped class, did drugs, snuck off to all corners of the woods to have sex. You were seeing a guy named Benji, who was a real creep. He was a year older than you, and often took advantage of your naivety. There was one night in particular, at some popular asshole's house on a Friday night, where Benji tried to take everything you had.
"Hey, babe. Get me another beer, will ya?" Benji slurs, handing you his empty cup for you to refill at the keg outside. You've been doing so all night, bringing him cup after cup while hardly having any time for yourself. It's a party, and you wanna dance and have a good time. But of course, you can't possibly disobey Benji. He's the only one that pays attention to you, the only one that makes you feel alive.
"Sure thing, baby. I'll be right back." You say, turning away to head out into the backyard.
"That's my girl." Benji smirks, smacking your ass. Him and his buddies laugh raucously, and you try to hold back the yelp from the sting of his hand. You hate it when he does that, especially in front of everyone. You go out to the keg, finding quite a few people waiting in line to fill up. There's some couples making out against the side of the house, guys chatting about how many chicks they've laid, a girl crying on the porch steps because her boyfriend kissed another girl. Typical party fare, nothing to write home about. Except for a certain someone you recognize, selling little baggies of weed and coke out of his metal lunchbox. Eddie Munson.
You've seen him around school a lot, he's in the same year as you. He's a bit odd at times, but he's one of the only people that's actually nice to you. You've talked politely in passing in the hall, and you've bought stuff from him a few times. He always gives you a discount, which you highly appreciate as the only money you get is whatever Benji gives you to buy with. You notice Eddie finishing a sale, and his eyes meet yours. He smiles at you, closing up shop for a moment to come say hello. "Hey there, Y/N. I figured I'd see you here. You havin' fun?" He says with a kind smile, moving forward with you as the line progresses.
"I guess. I'm just waiting to get a refill for Benji." You say nervously, looking over your shoulder. Benji is definitely the jealous type, and you really hope he doesn't see you talking to Eddie so casually.
"Ah, I see." His face falls slightly. He knows all about Benji. He's a grade A asshole, and Eddie hates seeing the way he treats you. He's always grabbing at your tits and ass in the middle of the hall, ignoring your protests and swatting hands. And he frenchs you by your locker in front of everyone, shoving his tongue sloppily down your throat. "Can't he get his own drink? He's a grown man, well, legally speaking." Eddie snarks.
"I know. It's fine, gives me a moment for myself, away from the crowd." You reply as you gaze down at your feet.
"Well, it's not really a moment for yourself if you're spending it serving someone else. Right?" He continues, trying to get you to admit how you really feel. He knows you're suffering in this 'relationship', and it breaks his heart. To see someone treat you so terribly, like an object. It makes him sick.
"Why do you care so much?" You ask defensively. You don't really want to discuss your relationship with your drug dealer. He's not really your friend, you're just another sale.
"Because you seem like a nice girl. You deserve better. You should have someone who treats you right, not like a piece of meat." He says, putting a hand on your shoulder.
"What? Someone like you?" You scoff, rolling your eyes.
"I didn't say that. Just...someone that isn't Benji. You don't look very happy when you're with him." He says as your turn comes up to fill Benji's cup. You take hold of the nozzle, squeezing it to release the beer.
"I'm fine, Eddie. He's just...older. More mature. You wouldn't understand." You insist, shrugging his hand off of you. You know Eddie is right, but you don't want to admit it. Because all that would do is make you look like a fool. Until Benji came along, not a single guy gave you the time of day. And now, you've got a boyfriend that's pretty hot, if not a bit rough around the edges. But he protects you, and keeps you from feeling lonely. Who else is gonna do that for you? No one.
"I guess I wouldn't." Eddie says sadly, realizing this conversation is going nowhere.
"You makin' a move on my girl, Munson?" Benji asks as he walks over to you. He puffs out his chest a little, wrapping an arm around your waist aggressively. His movement jostles you slightly, making you spill a little bit of his beer on yourself.
"Not at all, man. Just looking for a sale." Eddie says, averting his gaze from you. His words sting a bit, even though you weren't really responding well to him trying to help you.
"Oh, well, in that case. We'll take a little somethin', whatever you recommend, man." Benji chuckles, reaching into his pocket for some cash.
"Cool. Got a twenty there? I think this will enhance your evening." Eddie exchanges the money for a small baggie of cocaine, putting on his signature smile. You know it's all for show, his eyes read with intense worry for you during the transaction.
"Thanks, dude. See ya later." Benji replies as he slips the baggie in his pocket, before moving to turn around and lead you both back inside.
"No problem, man. See ya, Y/N." He calls to you, and you just nod. You feel Benji's hand press further into your hip, squeezing you to the point where it really hurts. You know you're in for it now, Benji always loses it when you talk to other guys. He takes you into a bedroom in the house, shoving you inside while he slams the door. You stumble forward in your heels, catching yourself on the edge of the bed. You swivel your body to sit on the mattress, finding Benji glaring at you furiously.
"What have I told you about talkin' to other guys?" He growls, his teeth clenched together as he speaks.
"He was just trying to sell to me, Benji. I swear. Nothing happened." You say sheepishly, fearing what he might do next.
"Fuck that, 'nothing happened'! I saw him touch you, when you're mine. You whoring around on me, hm? Fuckin' the freak behind my back? Answer me!" Benji shouts, getting all up in your face. You flinch at his proximity, your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for him to punish you.
"No, I'm not! I told you nothing happened!" You shout back, immediately regretting it once the words leave your lips. Your mouth claps shut, eyes widening as you realize you're really gonna get it.
"Don't fuckin' talk back to me, Y/N!" Benji yells even louder, slapping you across the face. His palm stings against your cheek, making tears spring from your eyes. Your own hand comes up to feel where he hit you, and you meet his furious stare again. He grabs hold of your chin, squeezing your cheeks together. He brings himself as close to you as possible, his hot breath rushing over you. It stinks of beer, and your nose would crinkle if you weren't so scared. "You are MY girlfriend! You got that? You don't talk to anyone else!" He shoves you backwards in his grip. Your head lands on the blankets, bouncing at the force. "You don't look at anyone else!" He slaps you again, harder than before. You yelp in pain, wanting this to stop. "You don't even THINK about anyone else!" He climbs on top of you, weighing you down. "Say it! Say that you belong to me!" He commands, his eyes wild despite his drunken state.
"I belong to you, Benji! Okay? Only you!" You say frantically as tears stream down your face.
"Damn right! I'm gonna show you, make you see that you're mine!" He lifts himself slightly, undoing his belt. He starts to shimmy his pants down, reaching for your skirt. You don't want this, you don't want him. Not like this.
"Benji, stop!" You cry, trying to push him away. But he's heavier and stronger than you, holding you down with one arm while he pushes your skirt up. He pulls down your panties, letting them gather around your ankles. "Benji! I don't want this! Stop it!" You pound your fists on his chest, wanting him to stop. But he doesn't listen, he just keeps getting ready to take you as he pleases. You keep crying for him to get off of you, hoping someone will hear you scream over the loud music that's flooding the house.
"You're mine, Y/N. I'm gonna show you." He says darkly, looking at you with a sickening grin. He yanks his boxers down, and you see his half-hard cock flop out. You try to kick him away, scratch his arms, anything to stop this. But it's no use.
"HELP! PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP! BENJI, STOP IT! I DON'T WANT THIS, I SAID NO! STOP!" You scream at the top of your lungs, tears blurring your vision as you kick and squirm with all your might. Benji takes his dick in his hand, bringing it towards you. This is really gonna happen, he's going to rape you and there's nothing you can do. "BENJI, PLEASE! STOP IT!" Your screams only grow weaker as you realize you're utterly helpless. No one can hear you, and no one would care if they did.
"Stop fucking screaming and take it! You're mine! No one is gonna get in my way!" Benji shouts at you, just barely brushing his length against you. The feeling makes you want to vomit, your stomach tensing in warning. He's just about to shove himself into you, when the door slams open. Of course he's too drunk to remember to lock it.
"Hey! I'm pretty sure she told you to stop!" You hear a familiar voice, before Benji is suddenly being hurled away from you and across the room. Benji smacks into the wall, slumping to the floor. You see Eddie standing before you, his eyes burning with fearsome anger. "Are you okay?" He asks, quickly throwing a blanket on top of your legs to cover you up. You pull your clothes back on under the covers, thankful that nobody seemed to see your most vulnerable area on full display. You notice the music has stopped, and a gaggle of heads is poking into the doorway of the room.
"I'm alright. Thank you, Eddie." You say frantically, standing up to run to him. You bury your head in his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.
"You fucking whore, I knew you were sleeping with him." Benji slurs from the floor, struggling to get up. He hit his head pretty hard when Eddie pushed him. But you don't mind, he had it coming. His fucking skull can crack open like an egg for all you care.
"Shut up, Benji. You're a fuckin' lowlife, you know that?" Eddie retorts. He's far from afraid of the man crumpled on the floor before him.
"Takes one to know one, Munson. Fuckin' asshole, I'll kill you!" Benji roars, clumsily lunging towards the both of you. Eddie moves you out of the way, taking all of the impact on your behalf. His back meets the wall hard, and Benji starts wailing on him. "Fuckin' freak! Stealing my girl! I always took you for a faggot, guess I was wrong!" Benji screams as he punches Eddie again and again. He lands blows on his nose, his jaw, his eyes. Eddie grunts with every hit, and blood gushes from his nostrils.
"Benji, stop it! Leave him alone! Stop it!" You shout helplessly. You turn to the other party goers who seem to be enjoying the show. "Do something! Call the cops, anything! Help him!" You beg and plead, and a couple guys from the basketball team come in to pull Benji off of Eddie. Eddie collapses, spitting out a mouthful of blood. You fall to your knees before him.
"Eddie, are you okay?" You ask, his eyes drifting open and closed in a daze. "Eddie, stay with me. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, this is all my fault!" You can't stop crying, you're absolutely hysterical. You pull him up to lean against the wall, tapping his cheek to keep him awake. Even while wasted, Benji’s really done a number on him.
Eddie’s eyes meet yours, already swelling up from the bruising. "It's okay, Y/N. I'm gonna be fine. Calm down." He says weakly, reaching out for your hand. You give it to him, and wait with him until the police arrive. Everyone besides the kid whose house this is and anyone involved in the fight quickly disperse before the cops show up. You certainly don't blame them, you're all underage and consuming various substances with no parental supervision. You give your statements, and the paramedics tend to Eddie's wounds. Benji is taken away in handcuffs, and the cops insist you won't have to worry about him anymore.
You stand outside the house with Eddie once the emergency services leave, taking hold of his hand again. You look at his beaten face. The swollen eyes, the cut on his eyebrow, his busted lip and nose. He looks awful, and you feel even worse. "Eddie, I'm so sorry." You say, getting teary-eyed again.
"For what?" He asks, doing his best to raise an eyebrow. When you don't answer, he sighs. He gestures for you to sit with him on the front steps, and you do. "Y/N, he was gonna hurt you. I couldn't let him do that. You were literally crying for help, was I supposed to ignore that? Should I have let him rape you?" He asks, only answered with more silence. You don't know what to say, part of you feels like you had it coming. That you deserved to get hurt. He sighs again, trying his hardest to look deep into your eyes. "What Benji did was wrong, okay? You didn't deserve that, nobody does. I stepped in, which was the right thing to do. I know you're upset that I got hurt, and I'm flattered, really." He laughs lightly, groaning in pain soon after. "But it's worth it, because I kept you from getting hurt. So please, don't feel bad for me. I'm used to getting my ass kicked anyways. At least this time was for a good reason. Promise me you won't blame yourself?" He asks sweetly, putting a kind hand on your knee.
"I promise." You nod, wiping away the streaky tracks on your face. "Thank you, Eddie. I don't know what I would've done without you. I couldn't get him off me. I tried to kick and scratch him, I-" Your mind quickly goes back to that place, images of Benji forcing himself on you playing at shutter speed through your head.
"Y/N, you did everything you could. It's okay." He puts his arm around your shoulders, so much more gentle than Benji did. You can't help melting into his touch a little, your heart fluttering at how sweet he's being. You assume he's just being nice, calming you down from your hysterics. "You mind giving me a ride home? I can't see shit right now." He asks politely.
"Of course, Eddie. It's the least I can do." You help him stand up, holding his hand as you walk to your car. You'd driven yourself and Benji here tonight, as his license is suspended. Benji drives like a maniac, speeding, running red lights and stop signs, almost hitting pedestrians. God, the more you think about it, the more you hate yourself for wasting a single second on a guy like that. You drive Eddie to the trailer park, going so far as to walk him to the front door.
"Wow, such a gentleman!" Eddie jokes, making you both laugh. You stand on the steps for a moment, awkwardly wondering what to say next. You're about to speak, when Eddie breaks the silence. He clears his throat. "Well, I should get inside and ice my face." He gestures awkwardly at the inside of his home.
"Yeah, yeah." You nod, rocking back and forth on your feet restlessly. "Thank you again, Eddie. I don't know how I'll ever repay you, honestly. I know it's cheesy to say, but you saved my life tonight." You lean over to press a kiss of gratitude to his cheek. Eddie blushes at the contact, his stomach filling with butterflies.
"No need, sweetheart. Just doing the right thing. But, um, we should...hang out sometime." He stumbles over his words, which you find really cute. And the name he calls you, 'sweetheart', brings a flare of color to your own cheeks. You might just be starting to like him...a lot.
"Yeah, we should. You're a good guy, Eddie." You smile, deciding that now is the time to finally leave him be. You hate to be alone right now, but you don't know him well enough to ask to come inside. There will surely be other times for that. "I should get going. But I'll see you on Monday, okay?"
"Sure thing, Y/N. See ya there." He waves goodbye, walking inside as you head back to your car. Unexpected feelings at the thought of seeing you again begin to bloom inside his chest. Dangerous feelings that can only mean one thing. He's starting to like you...a lot. Fuck. Leave it to Eddie to fall for a 'damsel in distress'.
When you see Eddie again, he looks a lot better than he did on Friday night. His eyes are far less swollen, mostly circled with dark purple bruises, and he's only got small bandaids on his cuts now. "Hey, look at that. You survived the weekend." You say with a giggle as you greet him in the hall. You've been thinking about him nonstop the last couple of days. How brave he was in defending your honor, how unbelievably caring he acted towards you. That's the way you want to be treated from now on, anything less isn't good enough for you anymore. You've learned your lesson, no more asshole guys.
"Looks like it. How are you feelin', Y/N?" He asks, giving you a smile.
"I'm okay, much better than I thought I'd be." You reply, leaning against the lockers. Eddie mirrors you, his shoulder brushing against yours.
"Good. So, uh...are you busy tonight? I figured we could hang out...if you want to." Eddie curses himself for being so jumbled, but he can't help it. He couldn't stop thinking about you all weekend, replaying you kissing his cheek over and over. It was so soft, and warm. He can't help wanting to get to know you better, and to maybe earn some more of your affection.
"Yeah, we can do that. Your place or mine?" You ask casually, keeping your cool. But on the inside, you're absolutely freaking out. Eddie may have used the words 'hang out', but it feels like he's asking you on a date.
"Yours, if that's okay. My place is kind of a mess." Eddie replies happily. He's over the moon that you said yes. He doesn't necessarily mean it as a date, he doesn't want to push you into anything. But he figures you two can get to know each other better, be friends first. And even if that's all you end up being, he'll still consider himself a very lucky guy.
"Sounds great. Meet up with me after school?" You ask, solidifying your plans.
"You got it." He smiles, just as the bell rings. "Well, I'd better get to Click's class. See you after, Y/N."
"Will do, Munson." You give him a wave goodbye, before heading down the hall to your own classroom. You spend the entire day counting down the minutes until you get to bring Eddie to your place. Time can't move fast enough, and you find yourself frequently staring at the clock to will the hands to move quicker. But you have no such luck. The final bell rings, sweetly releasing you for the day. You practically skip down the halls, getting your stuff from your locker before heading out to your car. You find Eddie leaned against it already, waiting for you.
"Hey, Y/N. You ready to go?" He greets you, waiting for you to unlock the door.
"You know it!" You reply, a bit too eagerly if you're honest with yourself. You both get in the car and make the short drive home, and you lead him inside. "My parents work late, so we have the place to ourselves for a few hours." You inform him, making your way to the kitchen. "You want a drink?" You ask after opening the refrigerator, pulling out a couple beers.
"Uh, sure." Eddie says, leaning against the doorway while you pop the caps off. You hand him one of the beers, and you both head upstairs to your room. You plop down on your bed, patting a spot beside you. Eddie quirks an eyebrow at you, wondering where this is going.
"Relax, Eddie. I don't bite." You say jokingly, hoping to put him at ease. You're not planning on anything in particular to happen, it would be too soon to try to jump his bones right now. Plus, you don't think you're ready to rush into a new relationship. What happened with Benji was really scary, and you need time to build up trust before letting a guy into your heart again.
"Sorry. I just...don't exactly get invited into the bedrooms of teenage girls very often. It has a certain connotation to it, I guess." Eddie replies with a light laugh, mentally kicking himself for jumping to conclusions. Obviously you're not going to try to fuck him. You probably won't try to fuck anyone for a good while after what happened.
"Oh, we could go back downstairs if it's too weird. I'm just more comfortable in here, it's the only space at home that's really mine." You offer.
"No, no. It's okay, I'll get my damn mind out of the gutter." He chuckles, before taking the spot you've left for him. He takes a swig of his beer, hoping to calm his stupid nerves.
"Good. I'd hate for you to get the impression that I'm easy." You reply as he swallows, making him choke slightly. You can't help giggling, though it was a bit rude to go there.
"I promise you, Y/N. I have no intention of thinking of you in any insulting way. Like I've said before, you're a nice girl." He says through a cough, wiping a dribble of beer that's spilled out onto his chin.
"I know. I'm not so sure I agree, though." You reply sadly, before taking a long drink from your own bottle. You know you should take it easy, you're kind of a lightweight. But being around Eddie, and potentially becoming vulnerable around him, makes you very nervous.
"Why's that?" Eddie asks, putting his hand on yours as it sits between your bodies.
"I mean, I was going out with a guy like Benji, who's a total asshole. He was awful to me, to everyone, really. And his 'friends' are just as bad, but they're also mine by association. I drink, I do drugs, I have sex. I skip class, I lie to my parents about everything, and my grades are pretty awful. What about that is good, Eddie?" You ask him seriously, unable to hide how you truly feel about yourself. You're everything your parents claim is what makes a lowlife, though they have no idea you do any of it. You've kept Benji a secret from them, and pay one of the computer geeks to change your report cards every semester so your parents don't flip out. And you come up with excuse after excuse to cover up the parties and other forbidden places you sneak off to.
"Y/N, you do realize that none of that makes you a bad person, right?" Eddie asks, becoming a little sad himself at seeing you in this new light. You shake your head, you don't believe him one bit. You feel heat build behind your eyes, tears threatening to spill out. "I know you probably won't believe me, but I honestly think you're one of the best people I've ever met." Your eyes meet his, and he can see you're about to call bullshit. But he silently asks you to just listen, taking full hold of your hand this time. "You're pretty much the only one who doesn't treat me like shit at school, and you aren't unkind to anyone else either. Even when Benji and his lackeys pick on people, you never participate. Most people go along with the crowd, but you don't. You do what you know is right, Y/N. Everyone makes mistakes, or hides things from their parents to avoid disappointing them. But it doesn't define you."
"I appreciate you saying that, Eddie. Really." You sniffle, you hadn't really thought about it that way before. You suppose, if anything, Eddie knows better than anyone that regardless of what others think, your character says more about you than anything else. People think he's just a dumb drug dealer who plays weird fantasy games. But he's a whole lot more than that. He stands up for others when no one else will, especially the geeky kids like him that need it most. You down the rest of your beer, blinking a couple tears down your cheeks as you swallow.
"You want another?" Eddie asks, reaching for your empty bottle.
"No, I'd better not. I've probably had too much already." You say as the slight buzz begins to run across your brain.
"There's no way you're a lightweight with how much you went back to the keg over and over on Friday." Eddie scoffs, taking your bottle from you to toss away in the small trash can in your room.
"That was all for Benji. I usually don't get to drink at parties or hangouts, at least not enough to have any sort of tolerance. Just one of the ways he liked to control me. He sure as shit got me high off my ass when he wanted me to be 'up for it', though." You say bitterly. You sigh loudly at the annoying thought, falling backwards to lay halfway on the bed. Your legs dangle off the edge still, toes barely grazing the floor.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't know." He can't help feeling personally responsible for Benji drugging you for sex. He knows damn well that the substances used for such a thing came from his stupid metal lunchbox. He wishes he could take those transactions back, keep you from getting taken advantage of in such an awful way.
"It's not your fault. At least I know your stuff is safe. Other dealers around here love to lace their shit, and fuck knows what would've happened if I bought from them instead." You say it like it's nothing, perhaps shutting yourself off from the idea that Benji has already done what you were so afraid of last weekend. You don't want to talk about it anymore, or even think about it. The hours of clarity after separating yourself from your abusive boyfriend have repeatedly brought so many terrible experiences to light. You're not sure how much more of it you can take.
"I wish you would've told me, Y/N. I could've done something so much sooner." He lays down beside you, scooting a little closer now.
"Yeah, and gotten yourself busted in the process." You retort, finding his suggestion ridiculous. It's not his responsibility to take care of you, he's not your boyfriend. "Can we talk about something else?" You say abruptly, desperate to change the subject.
"Of course. But I'm always here to listen if you ever do want to talk about it. I am your friend now, after all." He gives you a kind smile, which you attempt to return as your lip trembles. "Oh, sweetheart. C'mere." He almost whispers, pulling you into him as carefully as he can. He doesn't want it to look like he's making a move on you, he just knows you need a shoulder to cry on. You let him encapsulate you in his arms, burrowing your head against his chest as you begin to sob. Neither of you say anything else for a while, just laying awkwardly in your bed as you cry. Eddie strokes your back with his hand in the most platonic way possible.
After a bit, you start feeling a little better. You poke your head up, not realizing just how close you are to Eddie. You look deep in one another's eyes, your heartbeats picking up at the proximity. You both know it's stupid, idiotic, even. But you find yourselves wanting to kiss each other more than anything in the world. Your breath fans hotly together, and you start to meet each other in the middle. But just before your lips can touch, you hear a key turning in the lock downstairs.
The front door opens, and you hear your parents walking into the house. You stop what you're doing immediately, shooting up in bed as you lose your romantic moment. "Shit. Get up. I'm not allowed to have boys in my room." You say hurriedly, wiping your face and shooing Eddie out of the room. You make it look like you were just showing him where the bathroom is, and your parents buy it. They always do. Perfect little Y/N would never have a boy in her bedroom. Only whores do that. You tell them you're just going to drive Eddie home, heading outside with him once more.
The drive over is silent, and charged with unresolved tension. Neither of you dare to speak, not yet. You aren't really sure what to even say. You sure as hell didn't intend to almost dive head first into what you can only imagine would be a very messy relationship. You escort Eddie to his trailer again, and it's here that you finally speak. "So, um...about earlier..." Eddie starts.
"Yeah, uh...I was just feeling vulnerable. But I don't want to lead you on, I just can't get into another relationship right now." You practically vomit the words out, wanting to shut this down before it gets too far.
"Oh. Yeah, no, that's- fine." Eddie replies awkwardly, trying to give off the impression that it doesn't bother him. That couldn't be further from the truth. But he knows you're right, it just isn't a good idea.
"I'm sorry, Eddie. I don't mean to play with your feelings or anything like that. But I enjoy hanging out with you, and I'd like us to be friends." You really do mean what you're saying. If the timing was different, you would definitely pursue things further with him. He's everything you want in a guy, the total package. But it's not what you need. What you need...is time...and a friend.
"I understand completely, Y/N." He replies kindly, nodding in agreement. "Hey, look. You should go home and rest, 'kay? And I'll see you tomorrow." He suggests, needing some time of his own to figure out what he's gonna do with all these goddamn feelings he's built up.
"Okay. Goodnight, Eddie." You say as you turn to leave, you can't help feeling like you've upset him. You know he would never say, but you know how guys are. Even the nice ones don't handle rejection in the best ways. You just really hope you haven't blown your chances at having a real friend for once.
"Goodnight, sweetheart." He says, almost too quiet for you to hear. It makes your heart ache, the softness of his voice as he utters the words. You know without a doubt that you've hurt him now. And you wish you could take it back.
The next day goes just as you expect it to. You try to talk to Eddie before class, and he's nice enough. But he keeps the conversation short, eager to get away from you, it seems. You knew this would happen. He stuck out his neck for you, and you rejected him. And now, he doesn't want anything to do with you. You try not to take it personally, but it definitely stings. So you do the only thing you know how. You shut yourself off, and focus on finishing this year and the next. You focus on all the freedom you'll have once you graduate. No parents, no teachers, no assholes. Just you, working for a living, doing whatever you want.
And that's exactly what you did. You kept your head down, stayed out of trouble. You did most of the job for Eddie, avoiding him at all costs. Again, if you happened upon each other, you kept things pleasant. Neither of you blamed the other for how you felt, but it was too awkward and weird between you to try to keep a good friendship going. And of course, you got separated even further when you graduated in 1984, and he got held back the first time. It's strange, it seems like that was a lifetime ago. But being in Eddie's presence for this long makes it feel like only yesterday.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Eddie asks, worried that being in proximity to him might get you hurt or killed.
"Eddie's right. The cops are looking for him, it could make you look like an accomplice." Steve adds, crossing his arms.
"But we can't just leave him here all alone. After what he's been through? No way." You stand your ground. "Look, you guys have parents and other people that would worry about where you are. I don't. My folks moved away after graduation, I live alone. I'll stay with him, I'd want someone to do the same for me." You turn to Eddie, giving him a knowing look. He nods, understanding what you're referring to. The others find this nonverbal communication odd, but set it aside for the time being.
"Okay, fine. But please, be careful. Use the walkie if you need anything. We'll bring you guys food tomorrow, and we can swing by your place to get you some clothes." Robin says, holding out a hand for your keys. You give them to her, and take a seat on an old wooden crate in the shed.
"We'll be alright. We've got an oar and a broken bottle to defend ourselves with." You quip, taking the walkie talkie Dustin gives you. The others say goodbye, and you wish them luck in finding out what's causing the chaos this time. You sigh once they leave, realizing how awkward this is actually going to be. You both sit in silence for a while, listening to the crickets chirping outside. You don't know what to say, or if Eddie even wants to talk at all.
"Thank you. For staying." Eddie breaks the silence, speaking quietly. His eyes meet yours for a moment, before pulling away.
"It's the least I can do, Eddie. I kinda owe you for the favor you did for me." You reply from across the room. You suppose it's best to keep your distance. Not just because of your past history, but Eddie's been jumpy to say the least.
"And here I thought you were just dying to see me again." He chuckles, mostly joking.
"It is nice to see you again, I've missed my friend. I wish it were under different circumstances, though." His face falls slightly at your use of the word 'friend', and you can't help feeling bad about it.
"Yeah, well. Life's a bitch, I've learned that the hard way." He says solemnly. "You can come closer, if you want. I don't have the plague, ya know." He says in a roundabout way to ask you to comfort him. "I've still got a couple beers left, too. On the table, there." He gestures at them, the glass glinting in the moonlight that peeps into the windows. "Fuck knows we could use 'em."
You retrieve the bottles, bringing them over. You sit down next to Eddie, and he pops the caps off the beers. He hands you one, and you take a small sip. You notice his shoulder brushing against yours as he longs for some form of contact. Not necessarily in a romantic or sexual way, he just needs comfort. Any sliver he can get, if you'll supply it to him. "So, um...how are you holding up?" You doubt he'll have a good answer for you, but you don't know what else to say.
"Not well. I keep seeing...her, every time I close my eyes." His voice shakes as he speaks.
"I'm sorry, Eds-" You start, when he cuts you off.
"'Eds'?" He questions, giving you an odd look. No one's called him that before, but he kinda likes how it sounds coming from your lips.
"Yeah...is that okay?" You ask, waiting for Eddie to laugh at you or something. You don't really know why you decided to give him an impromptu nickname, especially now. But it suits him when you really think about it. He smiles at you, nodding his head.
"It's fine. Kinda cute, actually." He blushes, just like the night you drove him home all those years ago. He clears his throat, pushing away the mushy thoughts swirling around his head. "Anyway, what were you saying?" He nudges you, pulling you out of your own mind.
"Oh, right. I'm sorry that you had to see that happen. It sounds awful. Is there anything I can do? Maybe I could....distract you?" You suggest, wanting to help him calm down. He's still plenty on edge from last night's events, flinching at every little sound outside.
"Distract me...how, exactly?" He asks, wondering what you mean by that.
"I dunno, we could play a game, or talk about something besides supernatural shit." You shrug your shoulders.
"What kind of game?" He presses further, liking the sound of that.
"Um...maybe, 'twenty questions'? Or 'truth or dare'?" You suggest while you rack your brain for other ideas.
"Nah, what else?"
"Ooh! I know, how about 'never have I ever'?" You say excitedly.
"Sure, we can do that. Uh, sorry if I sound like an idiot here. But, how do you play?" He asks sheepishly.
"It's a pretty popular party game, Eds. You've seriously never played it before?" You ask with a laugh, unable to believe it.
"Y/N, the words 'popular' and 'party' don't exactly describe anything I'd be a part of. I typically only supply to those things." He smirks.
"I suppose you're right. Well, I'll tell you the rules, it's very simple. Basically, you say a phrase, like 'never have I ever...gone streaking', or something like that. And then whoever has done that thing takes a drink. Easy enough?" You watch him observe you with adoring eyes as you explain how the game works. You've never had someone look at you this way before, and it's certainly a welcome gaze.
"I think so. You go first." He nudges you again, an action you could easily get used to.
"Alright, lemme think. Never have I ever....stolen something." You start, taking a small sip from your own drink. Eddie takes one too, no surprise there.
"What did you steal, if you don't mind me asking?" He inquires, surprised that you've actually done something even remotely criminal before.
"A pack of gum and some lipstick, really lame stuff. One of the assholes I used to hang with dared me to do it." You chuckle at the thought. You were so terrified of getting caught, you returned to the store on your own later that day to put the stuff back. "What about you? Or is it too many things to count?"
"Surprisingly, no. It's more than you, of course. I've got a reputation to uphold." He laughs, before continuing. "Let's see...I've stolen a traffic cone, some beer, cigarettes, a few candy bars, a pocket knife, and a Playboy magazine. Not all at once, mind you. I'm not that good."
"Well, safe to say I'm impressed at your thieving skills, Eds. I'd expect nothing less. Okay, your turn." You pat his thigh, keeping the game moving along. His eyes freeze on where you touched him. It's innocent enough, but it's made his skin flare with simmering desire all the same.
"Right." He meets your eyes again, focusing on the task at hand. "Never have I ever...had sex on the first date." You both drink again, smiling as you bring the bottles to your lips. You spill a little bit of beer on yourself, it dribbles down your chin. "Nice one, sweetheart." Eddie chuckles after swallowing.
"Sorry, I'm totally accident prone." You giggle, wiping the yeasty liquid from your face. You notice he called you 'sweetheart' again, just like he did way back when. It appears not much has changed between you after all.
"It's alright. Your turn again." He says with a grin.
"Hmm, never have I ever...fallen in love." Only Eddie drinks this time, and his eyes widen at this discovery.
"You've never been in love, Y/N? I don't believe that for a second." He scoffs.
"Never, Eds. I've liked people before, and really liked someone once. A long time ago. But it never got far enough to turn into love, much as I wanted it to." Eddie doesn't know it, but you're definitely talking about him. You avert your gaze, not wanting to give yourself away.
"Who was it?" He asks curiously.
"Why don't you tell me yours?" You retort. You don't want to admit this to him. Not now, not yet. Once again, the timing is all wrong. You pick at the label on your beer bottle, unable to hide the unease on your face.
"Y/N, please? Pretty sure I'm a wanted man at this point. Humor a fugitive, will ya?" He pleads, placing his hand on your thigh. You tense at his touch, feeling rather warm in your cardigan. Given your change in body language, he's assuming you were referring to him. He sure as hell was thinking of you when he took his last sip in the game.
"Okay, how about we both say it at the same time?" You suggest, as that might make it easier for you both to just spit it out already. He's right, he may not have a lot of freedom left. You might as well come clean.
"Fair enough. Count of three?" You nod, looking at him intensely. He mirrors you, his heartbeat picking up with yours. The familiar butterflies swarm again, fluttering in a most ticklish way in the confines of your bellies."'Kay, one...two...three." He counts, and your nerves reach a mountainous peak once the final number leaves his lips.
"You." You and Eddie blurt out simultaneously. Gasps leave your mouths in sync at the confession. It's not all that surprising, really. It's more that you're both in disbelief of the other truly liking you the way you wish they would. Your shared admission hangs in the air for a moment, the silence becoming deafening the longer you refrain from saying anything. You both make a couple attempts to speak, opening your mouths, then snapping them shut again. Your eyes wander around his features, taking in how handsome he looks. His doeish eyes, his supple lips, the slope of his nose, and the apples of his cheeks. He does the same to you, wondering if now would be a good time to kiss your gorgeous face. He leans in hesitantly, almost backing away a couple times. You realize what he's doing, and this time you have no intention of denying him.
"Go ahead, Eddie. It's okay." You say softly, your breath fanning in his face from how close you two are. He takes the leap of faith, gently pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter shut at the contact, he feels even softer than you imagined. Eddie takes his time, slowly, repeatedly, pulling away and going back in to feel every centimeter of your mouth with his own. You meet his every move respectively, opening and closing your lips at all the right times. His hand comes up to cradle your head, his large fingers slipping into your hair. You let out a small moan into the kiss, and this chilly spring night is quickly heating up. You grab the lapels of his jackets to pull him closer, and he smoothly maneuvers you to straddle his lap without even looking. You keep hold of his clothes, wanting to be as close to him as you possibly can.
You stay like this for what feels like forever, the only sounds now are the quiet smacking of lips and the occasional moan from either of you. This is easily the best and hottest kiss you've ever had, none prior to this even come close in comparison. It's so warm, and tender, loving, even. Your heads feel light, overcome with passion. Neither of you want to stop, but unfortunately it's getting a little hard to breathe. Eddie breaks away, exhaling shakily at how mind-blowing that was. "Holy shit." He says, opening his eyes to look at you. He's totally awestruck, never in his life has a kiss completely blown him away.
"Yeah, I second that." You reply, just as dazed as Eddie. "I can't believe it took us this long to do that. And during a crisis, of all things. All that wasted time...I'm such an idiot." You lament your foolish decision to turn Eddie away those years ago, wishing you could turn back the clock and get it right.
"Don't say that, sweetheart. I might have felt hurt back then, but I understand why you didn't wanna get involved with me. I wouldn't have either if I was in your shoes." He says seriously, he doesn't want you to beat yourself up over it. "And I may not have a lot of time, but we can try to make the most of it." He adds, cupping your cheek as he gazes at you in adoration.
"You make it sound like you're dying or something." You can't help laughing nervously at the idea.
"Well, we don't know what's going on just yet, so I might." He looks down, hating the thought. But he has to be realistic. Whatever got Chrissy could easily get him, too. He feels himself start to cry, hot tears rolling down his cheeks. He meets your eyes again, his bottom lip quivering in fear. "I'm so scared, Y/N. I-I don't wanna die." He says helplessly, falling to pieces before you.
"Hey, hey. Don't think about that right now, okay? We're gonna do everything we can to keep that from happening. I promise." You hold his face with your hands, giving him another kiss. His arms wrap around you to hold you tight, and you sense some tears of your own joining the mix. You don't want anything bad to happen to Eddie, especially not now. He's such a good man, he doesn't deserve any of this. If you could, you'd swap places with him. To let him go free while you take the fall. But you can't. All you can do is be here for him, and try to love him as long as you're able. You pull back, and you wipe away his tears and yours. You look him over, noticing just how tired he looks. "Did you sleep at all last night, Eds?" You ask in concern.
"No. I couldn't, I was too afraid. I didn't want...to see her again." He says quietly, his eyes darting away in shame.
"It's okay, maybe it'll help to have me here. But you need to rest, baby. You'll only feel worse if you don't." You get off his lap, looking around for anything you can use to make a place to sleep. You take the bunched up tarps out of the boat, layering them down on the warped wood floor. You find a couple life jackets, which you can use as pillows. You set everything up on the other side of the shed, sheltered away from the windows. That way, if anyone comes by, they're less likely to see you. Eddie watches you work from the floor, realizing what you're doing. He feels a little bad for sitting on his ass, but it's like he's paralyzed into this spot. He'll need your help to move away from it. You return to him, holding out your hands. "C'mon, it's time for bed." You say softly, a kind smile on your face.
"Thanks." He takes your hands, and you lift him up. The force and weight of this motion sends you stumbling backwards. You almost fall back into the water, your stomach dropping at the impending plunge. But Eddie manages to catch you by the waist, his strong arm wrapped around you swiftly. "Careful, princess. Wouldn't want you to get soaked." He says with a grin, setting you upright.
"Thank you, Eddie. You're my hero." You reply in a cheesy tone, giving him a warm kiss on the cheek. He blushes again, which is something you can't get enough of. "You're very cute when you do that." You giggle, poking one of his rosy cheeks.
"I dunno 'bout all that, sweetheart. I'm sure I look like hell right about now." He chuckles dryly, carding a hand through his long hair.
"You look handsome as ever to me, Eds. Now, come on. You have to get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning." You lead him by the hand to your makeshift bed. You both lie down, the tarps rustling loudly as you try to get comfortable. You face each other, finding yourselves admiring one another again.
"Well, it's certainly not the Ritz. But it'll do." Eddie jokes, but his face quickly changes afterwards. "Can I...hold you, Y/N?" He asks sheepishly, hoping it's not too weird. He knows you kissed just a little bit ago, but he's still unsure how to navigate the situation. Something he'd left out earlier is that you are the only one he's been in love with. His feelings are tangling up his insides, leaving him clueless about what to do, or not do.
"Of course you can, baby." You reply softly, rolling over so he can spoon you. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. Your back connects to his chest, your body heat radiating to be shared between you. He's so warm, and he smells amazing. Like tobacco and leather, the scent encapsulates you in his embrace.
"I like it when you call me that, by the way. It's really nice, givin' me butterflies and shit." He smiles against your neck, his breath fanning hotly against you.
"And I feel the same when you call me 'sweetheart'. I could get used to that." You practically whisper. You can feel Eddie's body relaxing as he cuddles you, his heart beating steadily as opposed to racing like it was before. His breaths go in and out of his lungs nice and slow. He's finally able to stop freaking out, at least for a little while. "Goodnight, Eds."
"Goodnight, Y/N." He barely gets the words out, his eyelids falling heavily as sleep takes him in an instant. The adrenaline of the last twenty-four hours has come to an end, his body shutting down into heavy slumber. It takes some time for you to join him, you're not nearly as exhausted as Eddie is. You've only been involved in all this for a short period of time, plus, you're worried that something might happen to him while you're asleep. And that possibility scares the shit out of you. You lie here for who knows how long, lost in thought. You're not sure when it happens, but you do eventually fall asleep. You know this, because you're woken up by Eddie screaming in his sleep as the sun comes up.
"Jesus christ!" You shout when you hear him scream right in your ear. You shoot up in your finagled bed, looking over to see what's happening. Eddie's still asleep, but his mouth is wide open as he lets out the most awful screams you've ever heard. He must be having a horrible nightmare, seeing Chrissy dying before his eyes. "Eddie! Wake up! It's just a dream, wake up!" You shake him as hard as you can, gently smacking his cheeks. But it's not working. His body is thrashing, and his wails only get louder.
You have to act, and fast. You get up, going to the water. You kneel down and scoop some in your hands, rushing back to Eddie to drop it on his face. It lands cold and harsh, shocking him awake. His eyes snap open, and he scurries backwards, his back hitting the wall of the boathouse. He looks around frantically, whimpering and gasping for air at the same time. The water glistens on his face, soaking into the top of his shirt and the hair around his cheeks and forehead. His eyes land on you, realizing he's not in that awful nightmare anymore.
"Fuck!" He exclaims, his chest heaving as he rests against the wall. "Thank you...for that." He says, out of breath. "I...couldn't...wake up." He huffs the words out between gasps. You sit beside him, taking hold of his shaking hand. His head falls onto your shoulder, water dripping through your cardigan.
"Are you okay, Eds?" You ask, knowing full well it's a dumb question.
"I am now." He swallows hard, the horrific images quickly dissolving as you continue to touch him. "Are you alright, angel? I'm sorry if I scared you." He feels awful that you had to see him scream like that, and it's kinda embarrassing for him to be so uncontrollably vulnerable.
"I'm okay, baby. I was just worried about you. Did you sleep alright besides the nightmare?" Another stupid question, no doubt.
"Surprisingly, yes." He says warmly, nuzzling into your neck. His wet face shocks your flesh from the cold, making you squeal.
"Eddie! That's freezing!" You laugh, which just eggs him on to rub himself all over you. The water transfers onto your skin, soaking into your clothes to make you shiver. But he quickly warms you back up with hasty kisses on your throat. You stop squirming, allowing yourself to relax into Eddie. His mouth feels so good against your skin. His teeth nibble a spot just below your jaw, leaving a light purple hickey behind. "Eddie." You sigh, wondering how far this is going to go. His hand cradles the other side of your head, holding you up as you melt in his touch. His tongue soothes the bruise he's marked on you, and he drags the wet muscle down further to make another near your collarbone. He bites a little harder this time, making you moan. A familiar pressure begins to build between your legs. You rub your thighs together in an attempt to relieve it, but it's not nearly enough.
"Gettin' hot and bothered, baby?" Eddie asks lowly, smirking at you brushing your legs against each other. He wonders how wet you are, and if you'll let him see for himself.
"Uh-huh. Your lips feel really good, Eds. C'mere." You pull his head up, and smash your mouth onto his. You're becoming so hungry for him, it's unreal. You let yourself fall backwards, taking him with you. He grunts at the sudden movement, positioning himself to lay over you. His knees rest on either side of yours. Eddie bites your bottom lip, making you gasp. He slips his tongue in to roll against your own, heating you both up further. Your hands slip into his thick locks, tugging on them lightly. He moans down your throat, such a beautiful sound.
Eddie's just about to ask if he can move things further, perhaps to second base. But you both hear a car pulling up in the distance, which makes you freeze in place. "You heard that, right?" Eddie asks, quickly going into panic mode again. You nod, listening for any other noises. The car comes to a stop outside of Rick's house, and you hear doors opening and closing. It could be Dustin and the others, or someone else who is certainly not a friend. Eddie climbs off of you, going back to the corner to grab his bottle. You take the other oar from the wall, and you gesture at him to check the windows, carefully. He nods, taking one side while you take the other. The angle of the windows isn't optimal, as you can't make out who's approaching the door to the boathouse. You both brandish your weapons, ready to fight if it comes down to it.
You can feel your heart pounding in your ears, your body ready to attack any enemy that comes your way. The door swings open, screeching on its rusted hinges. In comes Dustin and the rest of your friends, carrying bags of snacks and your overnight bag. "Delivery service!" Dustin says, making you flinch.
"Jesus! Thank fuck it's you guys." You say with a sigh of relief. You set down the oar, and Eddie puts the bottle away again.
"Long night, I take it?" Robin asks, setting your stuff down on the table where Eddie's old wrappers and bottles are.
"That's putting it lightly." Eddie says sarcastically. "It was a helluva lot better than being alone, though." He looks to you, giving you a kind glance. You smile back brightly, unable to help yourself.
"Well, eat up, you two. You've missed out on some stuff." Steve says, quirking an eyebrow at how friendly you seem to be getting with Eddie. You go over to the table to see what your friends brought. There's nothing very nutritious, but you're not gonna complain. Food is food. You pull out a box of Honeycomb cereal, and two Yoo-Hoos. You bring them over, plopping down beside Eddie. You hand him his drink, and start working on opening the cereal box.
"Thanks, sweetheart." He says without thinking, making your eyes bug out. His utterance of the pet name draws bewildered stares from the others.
"What did you just say?" Dustin questions, he's only heard Eddie use such a term of endearment when talking about his guitar. He suspects you two got up to...something last night.
"Uh...nothing. It was just a slip. Right, Eds?" You pipe up, trying to cover your asses. You don't want your friends to know that while you were technically supposed to be looking after Eddie, you were making out with him instead.
"Yep. Totally. My bad." Eddie agrees. He's on the exact same page as you. He realizes how embarrassing it would be for everyone to know you're essentially hooking up when there's an interdimensional killer on the loose.
"Uh...what is that?" Robin chimes in, pointing a finger towards your throat. Shit.
"What's what?" You reply nervously, swallowing hard.
"That mark on your neck, it looks like a hickey!" She exclaims, her surprise morphing into a sly smile. Eddie, you dog. She thinks to herself. The looks on your faces spell it all out loud and clear, there's no mistaking it. You two are officially in a budding, trauma-bonded romance.
"No it isn't!" You scoff, rolling your eyes. You're laying it on way too thick, stumbling over your words all the while. "I-I fell! Yep, tripped on the...- crate over there and landed on the edge of the boat. Right, Eddie?"
"Yeah, I saw it with my own eyes." He insists, nodding before taking a sip of his drink.
"Hold on, you just called him 'Eds', a second ago...what the hell is going on here?" Steve crosses his arms, furrowing his brow at you both. The others follow suit, holding similar looks of distrust and smug knowing. They certainly don't hold it against you, you're two attractive young people in a distressing situation. It's only natural, really. Scientifically proven to happen, in fact. "C'mon, out with it. We're burning daylight here, and we've got other things to do besides wait for a confession from you...lovebirds." Steve demands, using his babysitter powers to force you to yield.
You sigh, rolling your eyes again. "Ugh, fine! We kissed last night...and we were making out a few minutes ago." You admit, keeping your eyes trained on the floor to avoid making visual contact with anyone.
"We've got, uh...history. We'll just leave it at that." Eddie adds, mirroring your bashful stance. You both feel like scolded children, even though you know you've done nothing wrong.
"Alright, cool. Moving on, we've got some good news, and we've got some bad news." Dustin says. You manage to get the box of cereal open, and you and Eddie dig into it hungrily. Eddie's far more ravenous than you, taking large handfuls and munching them down like a starved animal. You feel a little sorry for him, but at least he's able to eat now. "How do you prefer it?" Dustin asks, looking to Eddie.
"Bad news first, always." Eddie replies with a mouthful.
"Alright, bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they're definitely looking for you." Dustin states. Eddie's face falls slightly, and no doubt yours follows suit. "Also, they're, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy." He adds as an afterthought.
"Like, a hundred-percent convinced." Max interjects. Eddie's head follows each of them as they speak, his fear dialing up again.
"And the good news?" You ask, needing there to be a sliver of hope in this shit sandwich.
"Eddie's name hasn't gone public yet. But if we found out about him, it's only a matter of time before others do. And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for him." Robin says, making your heart sink.
"Hunt the freak, right?" Eddie asks, a frustrated sadness lacing his tone. Typical hick town, making the weirdo into a scapegoat.
"Exactly." She replies, understanding full-well the gravity of the situation. She knows better than anyone what it's like to be on the outskirts of society, having to hide away for fear of being cast out entirely.
"So..before that happens. We need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence. That's all." Dustin says, as if it's the easiest plan in the world.
"That's all, Dustin? That's all?" Eddie parrots back, finding the concept utterly ridiculous. You put a hand on his shoulder, drawing his eyes to you.
"We've done crazier shit and pulled it off before. I'm sure we can beat this, too." You say calmly, and he lifts his hand to rest on top of yours. He nods, trying to keep himself grounded.
"She's right. Delusional as it sounds, we've been through this kind of thing more than once. Well, they have. Me and Y/N have been through it once. Ours was like, more human flesh-based, and theirs were more smoke-related." Robin explains, which makes Eddie pull an odd face. She shakes away her poor explanation skills, finishing her point. "Bottom line is, collectively, I really feel like we got this."
"We usually rely on this girl who has superpowers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so..." Steve trails off, realizing it probably wasn't all that helpful to say.
"So, we're in kind of, uh...more of a...brainstorming phase." All four of them form the odd sentence together, finishing one another's thought clumsily.
"There's nothing to worry about, though." Dustin splutters, which does nothing to put either you or Eddie at ease. You look at each other, and then back to them. They can't possibly be serious. Suddenly, you hear sirens wailing in the distance.
"Quick, you two hide!" Robin instructs. You and Eddie go to your corner where the tarps are laid about, before hopping into the boat and pulling them over your heads. You're kinda squished together under here, but you refuse to leave Eddie's side. You notice him breathing heavily again, putting your hands on his shoulders to calm him down.
"Hey, hey. Look at me, okay? We're gonna be fine." You whisper, just in case any officers are coming around right this moment. He does as you ask, nodding silently. He slows down a little, focusing on your beautiful face. The others peek out the window, watching the cops roll on by down the road, totally bypassing this hiding place.
"Well, that can't be good." Max observes from across the shed.
"Hey, guys. We're gonna go check out what's happening. Just stay here, okay? We'll radio you an update." Steve says, leading the others out to his car. They shut the door behind them, leaving the two of you alone.
"You good?" You ask Eddie, speaking at a normal volume now.
"Yeah, yeah. Just felt like a close call." He presses a quick kiss to your lips, further tuning himself back into his regularly-scheduled brain function. "We should probably stay under here for a bit, right? Just in case?"
"We can do that. You wanna...keep kissing me?" You ask, as it seems your affection tends to calm him down. Not to mention you really like the way his mouth connects to yours.
"How can I possibly say no to that?" Eddie says with a small smile. He kisses you again, slower this time. Your eyes close instantly, and your hands wander over to get lost in his hair. Things are heating up quickly, your lips and tongues playing with one another hungrily. Eddie pulls back for a second, like he wants something else. "Y/N, can I...?" He trails off, his eyes flicking to your chest. It really isn't that hard to say 'Hey, Y/N, can I touch your tits?', he knows that. But as it has been stated before, you make him nervous, in the best possible way.
"You can do anything you want, Eds. I want it all." You reply, finding his sheepish asking very adorable. Eddie doesn't seem the type to be so unsure of himself when it comes to...whatever this is. He must think you're pretty special if his typical devilish charms fly out the window whenever he tries to make a move on you. He still seems unsure, so you take hold of his large hands, bringing them up to your chest. "Is this what you want, baby?" You ask, already knowing the answer. He nods, not saying another word as his palms hover a centimeter away from your breasts. You manipulate them to finally cup your tits, immediately letting out a quiet moan.
"You're so beautiful, sweetheart." He says, his eyes widening slightly at the fact that he's made it to second base. He feels like a fuckin' virgin, it's kinda embarrassing that he needs you to lead him like this.
"You're pretty handsome yourself, Eddie." You say breathlessly. Eddie's hands squeeze the swells of your chest, drawing more lustful noises from you. Everything he does to you feels so good, it's been a very long time since you've been touched by anyone. Even yourself.
"You think it's safe to get out of the boat now?" Eddie asks as this position is a bit uncomfortable.
"I think so. C'mon." You move to stand up in the boat, almost falling over again. Eddie catches you, and you both step back onto solid ground. The second you do, he leads you backwards until you meet the wall. He gets a bit of his confidence back, wanting to take you by surprise. "Is someone coming out of their shell?" You ask slyly as his body presses into yours.
"Maybe a little." He replies with a smirk, moving to slip off his jackets. He tosses them onto the table beside you. You take off your cardigan, letting it fall on the floor. Your hands grip the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up to expose your torso. Eddie watches wordlessly as you reveal your body to him, his eyes following the shirt as it goes further upwards. You pull it over your head, letting it join your sweater. You're left standing in your bra, and his eyes practically pop out of his head. "Damn." He exhales, you're even prettier than he thought you'd be.
"Like what you see?" You ask with a sly smile.
"Uh-huh. Can I see more?" He requests, unable to hide the neediness in his voice. The tone of it sends a dark thrill through you, and you reach behind your back to unhook your bra without a second thought. The straps fall loosely from your shoulders, the cups no longer holding your breasts up. The garment slips away, adding to the pile quickly gathering on the floor. "Fuck, Y/N." Eddie murmurs, taking your bare tits into his hands.
"Eddie." You gasp at the cool metal of his rings meeting your supple flesh, your nipples hardening from said cold and your arousal. He grips them firmly, rolling the sensitive buds between his thumbs and forefingers. He gazes at you in admiration while he works, giving you a cheeky grin. Your mouth sits agape to let out dulcet sounds, and you can't stop staring into his beautiful chocolate-hued eyes.
"Does this feel good, sweetheart?" He asks, eating up every little sigh and moan you let out for him. His cock is straining against his jeans, aching to feel you in every way possible.
"Mmhmm, you're very skilled with your hands." As much as your brain has begun to melt, you want to keep up with his mischievous nature. It's been so long since you've been able to play with someone in this way, and you're sure Eddie is more than up to the task.
He chuckles darkly, leaning in to speak in your ear. "I think you'll find I'm very skilled with my mouth, too." He bites your earlobe, drawing a low moan from your lips. "Mmm, your noises are drivin' me crazy, princess. Makin' it hard for me to take my time with you." He says hotly as his mouth travels downwards. Eddie nibbles harshly on your throat, leaving yet another hickey in his wake. Satisfied with his work, he goes even further downward. He kisses the swells of your tits, and the valley between them, every inch of skin he can reach.
"Feels so good, baby." You sigh blissfully. You look down at him as he worships your chest, becoming unbelievably wet with every passing moment. He swirls his tongue around your nipple, before taking it between his teeth. "Fuck, Eddie." You whimper as your hand takes hold of his head. He smirks against you at your reaction, he can't get enough of your little moans and curses. He wants to keep touching you, pleasing you, in every way you'll let him. He'll use whatever time he has left to make you come undone, over and over until he drops fucking dead. If he has any choice in the matter, he might as well go out with a bang, literally. "I need more, Eds." You plead, instinctively bucking your hips forward in an attempt to get your pussy closer to his cock.
"You got it, angel." Eddie pulls away from your chest, tugging his own shirt over his head. You take a moment to drink in his bare torso, and it's certainly a sight to see. His chest and arms are slightly toned, his long hair brushing against his shoulders. Sexy tattoos adorn his pale skin, and a guitar pick hangs on a chain around his neck. A light trail of hair runs down the middle of his chest, disappearing into his jeans. He looks like a goddamn rockstar, if you're being honest. Eddie finds your gawking amusing, letting out a small snicker at your shameless ogling. "Have I rendered you speechless, Y/N?" He asks while you feel him up, dragging your palms along his arms, up and down his chest.
"You're really fucking hot, Eddie." Your eyes flick to his, displaying pure, unadulterated lust. You don't bother to think, all you know is that you want him. Now. You grab him by his belt buckle, whipping the both of you around. The motion takes him by surprise, and you practically slam him up against the wall. He grunts at the impact, and you smash your lips to his before he can respond. His hands grab at your ass, holding you as close to him as possible. You shove your tongue in his mouth to tangle with his, and you clumsily fumble with his belt. You stop kissing him so you can see what you're doing, breathing heavily as anticipation builds between you. You get the belt open, and unzip his jeans with ease. You reach your hand inside his pants, underneath his boxers to take hold of his dick.
"Shit, you don't waste any time, do you?" Eddie asks through a groan. You pump his length in your hand, brushing the bead of precum around his tip with your thumb.
"No, I don't. We can take our time later. But I want you to fuck me, now." You say in a sultry tone, stroking him a bit firmer and faster than before. He moans again, which is music to your ears. "I like how much noise you make, Eds. It's very sexy. Now, you wanna help me with the rest of my clothes?" You ask in an undeniably tempting way, trying to push his buttons.
"Sure thing, princess." He pants, bringing his own hands around to unbutton your jeans. He slides the zipper down its track, hesitating before going any further. "Can I feel you, sweetheart?" He asks sweetly, which makes your heart flutter. He's been quite the gentleman this whole time, always asking permission before doing anything to you. It's highly attractive, no other guy has done so before. Not like this. It's always been one 'yes', which somehow grants unlimited access to your entire body.
"Yes, baby." You answer softly, waiting for him to touch you where you need him most. Eddie slowly slips his hand under the waistband of your panties, and his fingers graze your soaked folds. "Oh, fuck." You gasp at the contact. You knew you were turned on, but this is a whole other level. Everything he does to you feels better than anything you've experienced before. His fingers drag along your soaked cunt, feeling every part of you he can reach.
"You're so wet for me, angel." Eddie observes in amazement. To know he makes you feel so strongly, it's enough to drive him mad. You're still touching his dick with your hollowed fist, and he decides to push two fingers inside you to rev you up further.
"Eddie." You whimper as his digits meet your g spot easily. He curls them to press on it at a slow, torturous rhythm.
"You like having my fingers inside you?" Eddie asks, his own breath hitching as you squeeze him a little harder. You're both doing everything you can to rile one another up, so you'll go absolutely wild on each other when you finally connect.
"Yes, but I think there's something else I'd like even more." You press a warm kiss to his lips, giving him your best 'fuck me' eyes afterwards.
"God, you're so needy. No patience at all." Eddie teases with a smirk. He takes his hand away from your pussy, and you release his cock from your grip. You remove the rest of your clothes, and he does the same. You're left standing naked in front of each other, taking a moment to soak in every little detail. You notice his dick standing at attention, the head swollen and red, leaking pre-release onto the wood floor. Eddie looks you over, becoming very interested in the drips of your arousal running down the insides of your thighs. He wonders how you taste, wanting to make you scream his name while he eats you out.
"Is there something you want?" You ask slyly, realizing he's staring at your crotch like a feral animal.
"I know you said you want me to fuck you, Y/N. But I would really like to go down on you first. I bet you taste amazing, and I just want to make you feel good." He speaks honestly, with no effort to hide his desire. He's practically begging to give you head, which only makes you want him more.
You step closer to him, placing your hands on his chest. You lean forward to speak into his ear, nice and low so he listens to every word. "Knock yourself out, baby. What kind of woman would I be to deny a wanted man?" You take his earlobe between your teeth, just as he did to you earlier. You keep it brief, though, you imagine Eddie wants to get things moving. "Lead the way, Eds." You back away slightly, smiling as you wait for him to put you in position. His hands meet your hips, and he carefully maneuvers you around to the table. He pushes everything off of it, various objects landing on the floor. He lifts you onto the surface, spreading your legs wide while he stands between them. His palms roam up and down your thighs, inching so very close to where you're longing for him to touch.
Eddie's eyes wander over your gorgeous form, committing every last detail to memory. The curves of your waist and hips, the length of your legs, your hands holding tight to the edge of the table as you wait for him to begin. Your chest rising and falling faster than usual, tits shifting slightly from the pace. And to top it all off, the sex-drenched expression spread shamelessly across your face. Expectant eyes meeting his, pleading with him to appease your every desire. "You have got to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Y/N." He says sincerely, breaking the charged silence.
"You really think so?" You ask curiously. You've never really found yourself all that attractive. After Benji, the guys who look your way have been few and far between. And even then, they never think you're anything special. Deep down, you know your worth doesn't hinge upon your desirability. But it's hard to remember that when society relentlessly pounds the idea into your head.
"I know so, sweetheart. You're perfect." Eddie replies, not an ounce of doubt or dishonesty in his voice. He means every word that comes out of his mouth, and you love him even more for it.
"I dunno about all that, Eddie." You say as your eyes flick downwards. Here you are, completely naked, fully displayed to him. And you're still questioning his liking of you. His hand comes up to gently lift your chin to look at him. His intense gaze burns into you, like there's a roaring fire ignited behind his eyes.
"I'm serious, Y/N. I know I don't know everything about you, but I know enough. Enough to say that I care very deeply for you, because you're an amazing person, in every way." You don't know how he does it, but he's somehow managed to sound even more sincere than before. You're utterly captivated by him. You've never had anyone speak to you in such devotional ways, until now.
"You're pretty great, too, you know." You say with a light smile, color warming your cheeks again at his saccharine declarations. You wait for him to make his next move, keeping your eyes on his all the while. Somehow, sitting here like this, with him standing before you while his thumb and forefinger gently hold your chin, is possibly the most comfortable position you've been in for who knows how long. Eddie slowly leans in, pressing a feather-light kiss to your lips. Your eyes flutter closed, and you enjoy every second of this until he pulls away just as gingerly. "Damn, you are way too good at that." You say breathlessly.
"So are you, baby. Takes two to tango, right?" He grins at you, allowing his less serious side to take hold. You've waited long enough, and he wants to pleasure you in every way you deserve. He picks up where he left off, trailing kisses down your body that set your insides ablaze. Shoulders, chest, stomach, before moving on to your thighs. He kneels in front of you, putting your knees over his shoulders.
"Mmm." You moan as he gently nips on your sensitive flesh, sucking tiny love bites closer and closer to your core. He's still taking his time, wanting to warm you back up before he finally tastes you. His eyes watch your dripping hole, his cock twitching as he can see how wet he's making you with every inch of progress. Your nails dig into the worn wood of the table, scratching deeply as you resist the urge to shove your crotch in his face. You want him to fuck you with his mouth more than anything, and it's taking everything in you to be patient. He finally sets himself before your glistening pussy, his hot breath fanning over it. Eddie lets his tongue slip out of his mouth to make first contact with your clit. "Fuck!" You cry out, your hips jolting upwards off the table.
"Settle down, angel. I'm just getting started." He coos, before dragging the wet muscle along your slit.
"Sorry, it's been a while." You say with an embarrassed laugh. You force yourself to relax, keeping yourself seated on the table as he works on you. It's harder than you expected it to be, every little lick and suck feels too fucking good.
"You taste so sweet, baby." Eddie praises, before resuming his work. He's pulling out all the stops, wanting to make you lose control. He flicks against your clit, and alternately shoves his tongue into your cunt to push on your sweet spot. His pattern and pace varies wildly, never giving you a chance to predict a single move.
"You're really good at this, Eds." You sigh blissfully, thoroughly enjoying everything he's doing to you. You feel an intense knot growing within you, tightening further with every passing second. Eddie's building you up unbelievably quickly, though you figure it wouldn't have taken much to begin with. You emit an endless stream of expletives and calls of his name, your body gradually coating itself in steaming sweat.
"Mmm." Eddie moans against you as he can't get enough of your juices flowing into his mouth. You taste like nothing of this earth to him, so fucking delicious. His dick is leaking profusely as he eats you out, your noises are driving him insane. He wants to make you cum all over his face, and soon, so he can finally fill you up with his painfully hard cock. He pushes his fingers into you again, focusing his tongue on your clit as he quickens the pace.
"Oh, Eddie. Just like that- fuck, I'm getting close." You whimper, digging your nails further into the table. You're surprised you haven't broken any off with how much pressure you've put on them. You sense your oncoming release, the telling ebb and flow of pleasurable waves beginning to collide with you. "Don't stop, baby. Make me cum, I'm almost there." You plead with Eddie to keep doing exactly what he's doing, needing just a little more to make that ever-growing knot snap. He takes heed of your desperate words, not changing a single thing for fear of denying you of your orgasm.
"Mmm." He moans into you again, watching your fuckstruck face as he gets you near the finish line. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your mouth hanging open as you make the most beautifully obscene sounds he's ever heard. Your chest heaves as you breathe rapidly, your skin slicked over with glimmering perspiration. Eddie wishes to save this image in his mind, you look like a total goddess to him at this moment. He's afraid he's not going to last, though, as he's forgotten just how arousing it is for him to go down on a woman. He's certain that the second you lose it, he'll end up falling off the edge right alongside you. He doesn't mind, however. Far be it from him to complain about getting self-satisfaction out of pleasing you.
"Just a little harder, Eds. I'm so fuckin' close." You pant out the words, needing just a little more to get what you want. Eddie grants your request, pressing his tongue more firmly on your bundle of nerves, and fingering your pussy at a harsher speed. "Perfect, right there." You whine as you're just about to cum. Eddie groans against you one last time, he can feel your walls fluttering around his digits. The vibrations from his muffled noises bring you to your high swiftly and completely. "Oh, fuck, EDDIE!" You cry out as your legs begin to shake. Your orgasm rips through you violently, and you can't control your thighs clamping around Eddie's head. You feel your release spilling onto him, and he tries his best to slurp up every last drop. You're seeing stars, absolutely flaming from the inside out.
"Fff." You hear him grunt against you, his breath coming out shakily as he cums with you. His load spills messily onto the floor under the table, some of it landing on his thighs. His hips buck upwards once or twice, he has no idea. All he knows is bliss, and he relishes every last second of it until you calm down. You slump backwards against the wall while you release Eddie's head from your iron grasp. You're absolutely spent, almost gasping for air from how mind-blowing this was. "You good, princess?" Eddie asks from the floor, as you haven't opened your eyes just yet. Your lids flutter upwards to let you look down at him. You find his chin is glistening with your nectar, and you peek down to see that he already came from the erotic display you put on a moment ago.
"Yes, so fucking good." You say sincerely, smiling down at him as your ecstasy wanes away to nothing. "I see you enjoyed yourself, too, Eds." You flick your pupils downwards, hinting at the mess in his lap. You can't help finding his position quite hot. Sitting on his knees, his own release splattered about in sticky streaks on his skin. He just couldn't help himself, you were too powerful a sight for him to handle. The thought alone makes you feel wet all over again.
"I really did. You were so sexy, and I couldn't get enough." He says from below you, and he can't help blushing when you stare at him like this. Lust burns in your eyes from seeing him all sweaty and spent from doing almost nothing at all. He's never had a girl look at him like that, and he definitely enjoys it more than one would expect.
"C'mere, baby." You say softly, beckoning him upwards with your finger. He does as you ask without a thought, standing between your legs. Eddie puts his hands on your waist, waiting for you to speak. You gaze at each other for a moment, gentle smiles sitting about your mouths. "I love you, Eddie." You utter the words so quietly, Eddie almost thinks he's imagined it. Before he can ask you to repeat yourself, however, you take hold of the back of his head to give him a tender kiss.
He's surprised you'd tell him such a thing. Sure, you both admitted to being in love with one another at some point in time last night, and the fact that you've just engaged in sexual activities can also help argue the case. But for some reason, hearing it out loud makes it sound...illogical, irrational. He considers the possibility that you're only saying it because he might die, but he doesn't think you'd be so cruel to lie about your feelings. Honestly, all this contemplation is making his head spin. At this point, he doesn't give a fuck if you mean it or not. He'll take your affection hand over fist as long as you continue to give it to him. You release his lips from yours, allowing him time to respond. "I love you too, Y/N. I've been waiting years to hear you say that." He says sincerely, as he hopes your own words are just as genuine.
"I wish I'd said it a long time ago. You're the only man that's ever made me feel this way. And I know we're pretty young, but I don't think I'll ever feel like this about anyone else." You stroke his hair as you speak, it's so soft, if not a bit damp from what you just finished doing a minute ago. You can't help shivering a little as the cool March air chills your sweat.
"You cold, angel? We should put our clothes back on." Eddie says as he notices your teeth beginning to chatter. He leans down to pick up all your clothes, handing your items off to you.
"Hey, Eddie?" You ask while slipping your panties on.
"Yes, sweetheart?" He looks to you, wondering if something is wrong.
"Is 'Reefer Rick' home? Or anyone, for that matter?" You question, contemplating using the house as a warmer, safer location to hide in.
"Nah, he's still in jail right now and doesn't live with anyone. Why do you ask?" He quirks an eyebrow at you.
"Well, I was thinking it might be more comfortable in there if no one's home. We could shower, wash our clothes, have an actual bed to sleep in. And it would be a helluva lot warmer in there, too." You explain your train of thought, though you wonder if he'd already thought about it.
"I hope this doesn't change how you feel about me, but I hadn't even thought of that. The jackass probably doesn't even keep the door locked." Eddie chuckles, smacking his head at his own stupidity. "But yeah, I think it's a damn good idea. We won't have to sleep on the floor, at least."
"Well, it's a good thing I decided to stay with you, huh? I'm more than just a good lay." You giggle as you finish getting dressed.
"Technically, I don't actually know if you're a good lay...yet." He jokes, making you both share a cute laugh. You gather your supplies to bring into the house, and Eddie takes your free hand in his. You check to make sure the coast is clear, there's a few rednecks that live around here, and you don't want them to see you. You make your way to the house, and try the doorknob. Unsurprisingly, it opens without a hitch. "Thank you, Rick." Eddie says under his breath, and you make your way inside.
It's clear that Reefer Rick hasn't been home in a few months. Dust covers every flat surface, and there's rotten fruit in the bowl on the kitchen counter. Some used dishes sit molding in the sink, and there's a bit of old...everything all about the place. Pizza boxes, beer cans, pints of Ben & Jerry's, other things like that. You would clean up, but it's probably best to let any passerby assume that the premises is still vacated. Plus, all you really need is a bed and a shower at the moment. "God, this place is a dump." You observe aloud at the slight odor that permeates the house.
"Yeah, looks like the maid hasn't come around in awhile." Eddie replies sarcastically, wiping one of the tables with his finger. A thick streak of dust coats the pad of it, and he scrunches his nose as he wipes it on his pants.
You try turning on the sink to see if anything will come out. And sure enough, the water flows from the faucet, plentiful and warm. "Nice, we've got water." You open the fridge, and the little light clicks on. It's full of even more nasty food, but you weren't really worried about it anyway. "And power. So shower and laundry are a go." You say with a smile, moving on to check out the rest of the house.
The heat isn't set, but it's still so much warmer than outside and the boathouse. You locate the thermostat to turn up the temperature a little, and thankfully you hear the system kick on. You avoid turning on any lights to prevent drawing attention from afar, and you find the laundry room downstairs. Underground where no one will hear the machines running, perfect. Eddie follows behind you the whole way, and the two of you strip off your old clothes in the damp basement. You've both seen one another naked, so you're not bothered by walking through the rest of the house without your clothes on. After setting the load to wash, you head back up the stairs and to the second floor where the master bedroom is. There's a bathroom inside it as well, and you let Eddie take the first shower.
While he does so, you check Rick's closet to find some clothes Eddie can wear in the meantime. There's tie-dye t-shirt after tie-dye t-shirt, at least fifty in total. They're a little big for Eddie, but they seem comfortable enough. You take out an orange and red and yellow one, setting its hanger on the bed. You open a chest of drawers, hoping the bottoms will be more in your boyfriend's size range. Lucky for you, Rick seems to be a very lanky guy who just prefers baggy shirts. You pull out some blue jeans, putting them next to the shirt. You don't bother with underwear, you know Eddie won't go for wearing another man's tidy whities. Commando will have to do for the time being.
As for you, Robin was gracious enough to supply you with some jeans, sweatpants, a couple shirts, and...every pair of panties you own. You suppose she wasn't sure how long you'll be in hiding for, and you don't have an answer to that either. Better safe than sorry, you think to yourself with a shrug. "Fuck, I really needed that." Eddie says with a satisfied sigh as he walks out of the bathroom. He's got a towel wrapped around his waist, showing off his v-line. His necklace dangles wetly around his neck, and water drips from his hair and down his front. Damn, he's hot. You mentally observe while biting your lip. "Helloooooo...Earth to Y/N." He waves his hand around, smirking at how you're staring at his body again.
"Huh?" You snap out of it, meeting his eyes and handsome smile. "Oh, was the water warm enough?" You ask as your cheeks flare red.
"Yeah, there should be enough left for you, too. Gonna warn you, it's only guy soap in there." He says casually, walking over to see what you've put out for him to wear. "What the hell is that?" He furrows his brows, pointing at the obnoxious tie-dye shirt.
"It's all Rick has, and it's only for a couple hours. Leave it to you to be picky about fashion in a crisis." You chuckle at his apprehension to wear anything outside his personal style.
"That's easy for you to say! The others brought you your own clothes!" He retorts, crossing his arms. He doesn't know how to explain it without sounding like a child. But he hates wearing clothes that aren't his, it feels...wrong somehow. The few times he has done it, he feels like his skin is crawling beneath the fabric. Because it knows they don't belong to him. It's also one of the ways he gets to express himself, and he sure as shit doesn't like tie-dye.
"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I'm sure they would've brought you something if your house wasn't an active crime scene." You're sympathetic to his distaste, his clothes should be one of the few things he can control in this situation. And wearing things that don't belong to him can't be very comfortable. You stand before him, putting your hands on his shoulders for a moment. "It'll be alright, Eddie. We have to work with what we've got, okay?" You give him a little kiss, hoping to put him at ease. He accepts your offering, grabbing your ass in large handfuls. You sigh against him, it's crazy how easily you fall into a deep pit of lust every time he touches you. Eddie pulls away, taking your breath with him.
"I suppose I can live with Rick's stoner style for a bit." He says unconvincingly, rolling his eyes.
"I appreciate you making the sacrifice." You press a kiss to his cheek, returning to your bag to see if Robin packed any toiletries for you. You find your shampoo and conditioner, an unopened bar of soap, and your toothbrush. No toothpaste, though. Maybe there's some in the bathroom.
"Shit, Robin thought of everything, huh?" Eddie says, taking a peek into your things himself while you head into the bathroom to wash up. Damn, there's a lot of panties in here. Eddie thinks, pushing the slips of fabric around to see what else lies within the bag's contents. Clothes, hair ties, lip balm, tampons. His hand recoils at finding your lady things, before noticing something else beneath them. A deck of playing cards. Well, it's not D&D, but it'll do to pass the time. Wayne's showed him a ton of card games over the years, though he can't remember the last time he played any of them.
The thought makes Eddie's heart ache. Fuck, he misses his uncle so much. And he must be worried sick about him. Does he know Eddie didn't kill Chrissy? He has to, right? Eddie can't help wondering if Wayne has even entertained the idea that he is a murderer. He comes from a broken home, suffering awful abuse, no less. Happens all the time. Lots of serial killers come from environments just like Eddie's, it's only natural to ponder if something went wrong inside his head. A few tears spring from Eddie's eyes. He wishes he could tell Wayne that he's okay (for now), and that he didn't do this. But he can't risk being found, it'll all be over for him if that happens. He wipes his eyes frantically when he hears you shut the water off, sniffing harshly to get himself together. He puts his borrowed clothes on and takes the deck of cards from your bag.
"Mmm, nice and clean and ready to get dirty again." You quip as you walk into the bedroom. You're drying your hair as you walk, another towel wrapped around your body. You bring the towel away from your head, finding Eddie standing in the little outfit you found for him. You can't help smiling at how he looks in it. The pants fit just fine, but the shirt makes him look like a little kid.
"What?" Eddie asks, curious as to why you're looking at him the way you are.
"You just look so cute, Eds." You say with a giggle, plopping down on the bed.
"I do not. I look like a total dork." He grumbles, narrowing his eyes at you.
"No you don't, baby. Whatcha got there?" You change the subject, knowing Eddie doesn't want to talk about it anymore. He seems really upset, but not entirely about the clothes. Maybe he'll tell you later, but neither of you need any more doom and gloom right now.
"Oh, um, looks like Robin packed us some entertainment. Wanna play?" He asks, holding up your playing cards. Your eyes widen when you remember what's printed on them.
"Are you sure, Eddie? Did you look closely at the package?" You ask cautiously, you don't want him to flip out.
"They're just cards, right?" Eddie looks at the box again, wondering what you're talking about. The one side looks like the typical packaging, the traditional pattern and branding. Until he flips it over to the other side. These aren't just any old playing cards, they're playing cards with naked men printed on them. "Oh." He says as his pupils enlarge. "And, uh...why do you have these?" His eyes flick to you.
"They're a gag gift from Steve. He saw them in a sex shop and thought they were, quote, 'hilarious'." You explain, rolling your eyes when you recall just how tickled Steve was by the huge cocks and washboard abs on all the men.
Eddie smiles, finding your embarrassed face rather amusing. "Oh, and here I thought you were some kinda pervert." He says jokingly, climbing onto the bed and laying on his stomach. He pulls the flap of the box up, pouring the cards out to get a closer look. "Jesus! How do you walk around with a dick like that?!" Eddie laughs, showing you the card in question.
"Jealous, are we?" You tease, opening your towel to get dressed. His eyes go to your tits immediately, his breath catching in his throat.
"N-not really, I imagine one that big wouldn't fit anyway." He says absent-mindedly, practically drooling at your naked body.
"Who's the pervert now?" You quip, reaching in your bag for the sexiest underwear you own. Red, lacey, perfect to tantalize Eddie with later. You pull them up your legs, remembering just how good they feel on your skin. You'd really splurged for these when you first bought them. It wasn't for anyone in particular, you just wanted to feel more confident in your own skin. You put your spare jeans and a t-shirt on as well, effectively hiding your body away from his gawking eyes.
"Eddie, Y/N, do you copy? Pick up guys, we've got news." You hear Dustin on the walkie, his voice crackling through the little speaker. You pick it up, pushing down on the talk button.
"Yeah, we're listening." You reply simply, releasing the button.
"There's another body. It's Fred from the school paper. Nancy was with him investigating Chrissy's death and they got separated." Dustin says.
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, Nance." You figure they're all sitting somewhere together, hoping she heard you. You were wondering what she's been up to this whole time. Typical Nancy Wheeler, always investigating. "Is there anything else? Do you guys have a plan to find out more information?"
"Yeah, I talked to Eddie's uncle, Wayne. He says there's this old guy, Victor Creel, who committed similar murders back in the fifties. It's a shot in the dark, but I'm gonna go to the library to find out more." Nancy speaks this time, and Eddie's face falls a little at the mention of his uncle. He looks at you, holding out his hand for the walkie. You nod, handing it over without question.
"How was he...when you talked to him?" Eddie asks cautiously.
"He was...pretty shaken up. He found the body in the trailer. But he insisted that you wouldn't do this, Eddie. So he knows you're innocent." Nancy says, hoping the words offer Eddie some kind of comfort.
"O-Okay. Thanks." Eddie replies shakily, handing the thing back over to you. You notice his eyes watering, as if some amount of relief has washed over him.
"You okay, Eds?" You ask as the others haven't said anything else yet. He just nods, wiping his eyes. "Okay, is there anything else?" You ask the group.
"Yeah, the rest of us are going to try to talk to Ms. Kelly, the school counselor. Max saw Chrissy talking to her on the day she died, she looked upset. So we're thinking maybe she was seeing things, and talked to Ms. Kelly about it." Steve speaks now.
"Well, I'm glad you guys seem to have this under control. We'll be here when you have more. Be careful out there." You reply to end this conversation.
"Sure thing. You two take care of each other. And let us know if you need anything. Over and out." Dustin says finally, and the walkie clicks for the last time, for now.
"Well, that was cheery." You say sarcastically, reaching for the deck to shuffle it. You may as well move on to something else for the time being.
"At least Wayne knows I'm not a murderer." Eddie replies softly through a sniffle.
"Of course he knows, baby. He practically raised you, right? He knows you're a good person, and I'm sure he's told the police that." You put your hand over his to try and comfort him.
"I doubt they believe him, though." He says sadly, squeezing your hand slightly.
"You're probably right. But we're gonna prove that you're innocent, okay? There's no way in hell I'm letting anyone pin this on you. I'll fight off the entire local police force myself if I have to." You reach over for your purse on the other side of the bed, pulling out the small pistol you carry inside it for personal protection. Eddie's eyes widen at the sight of the weapon, you make it sound like you'll actually shoot a police officer to keep him out of jail. "And if any of the ignorant assholes in this town try to mess with us, I'll get them to back off."
"Are you serious? Why do you have this, Y/N?" He's getting freaked out again, which you don't really understand. The gun is yours, you have the proper permits for it, you know how to use it. What's the big deal?
"Eddie, relax. I carry this for my own protection, in case some asshole tries something. I've had it for years, I kinda needed it when I didn't have a lanky metalhead to fight my battles for me." You don't mean the last comment as a slight, it's just the truth. Until now, you haven't had Eddie in your life in a very long time. You've basically been on your own. Even after coming into the fold of the massive monster-fighting team, you still spend most of your time alone. And being a young woman, living in a shitty neighborhood, you need something to fend off any potential attackers.
"Okay, fine. Just...please don't shoot anyone? I don't need any more blood on my hands." He pleads, he really wants you to put the damn thing away already. Guns make him nervous, he could never imagine owning one, let alone carrying it around everywhere. He's had enough of them shoved in his face to know that they're not to be taken lightly. Such a small thing can do so much damage. One can use it to kill without a second thought.
"I'm not shooting anyone, Eddie. I've never had to actually fire this thing. It's just a deterrent, nothing more. Okay?" You put the pistol back in your purse, and Eddie relaxes a bit. "And I'm sorry for freaking you out."
"It's okay. I get why you have it. There's some pretty scary shit in this town sometimes, apparently." He ends on a dry laugh, unable to hold off on rolling his eyes. He still finds it absolutely insane that this town really has been up to some spooky shit like everyone's been saying. And now he's caught smack-dab in the middle of it. "But anyway, you gonna shuffle or what?" He slaps on a smile, attempting to lighten the mood a little.
"Yeah, what game should we play first?" You shuffle the deck, waiting for him to choose a game.
"Well, since it's a rather dirty deck, how about a dirty game?" He suggests with a devilish grin.
"Alright. Strip poker it is." You smile back, knowing exactly where this particular game will end up. It'll be a relatively short game, though, as you both only have two or three items of clothing on at the moment. But you're guessing Eddie doesn't really care how many rounds you play, as long as you find yourselves fucking like wild animals by the time it's over. You deal out five cards to Eddie and yourself, setting the deck down to see what you have. Three aces, an eight, and a six. Three of a kind isn't bad, but trying for a fourth or maybe a full house would be better. "You want to switch out any cards?" You ask Eddie as he looks over his hand.
"Two, please." He puts two of his cards down, and you give him the new ones. You drop the six, and draw one new card. And sure enough, it's another eight. A full house, that'll be hard to beat.
"Okay. Now, if I win, what will you take off first?" You ask while biting your lip. You've got absolutely no poker face, you're sure he can see how giddy you are about your hand.
"Uh, I'll take my jewelry off, I guess." He replies, cool as a cucumber. You can't read him at all, which is worrying. "And you?"
"Well, I don't think jewelry should count. But it makes us even, I suppose. And I'll take off my jeans, if you win." You smirk.
"I'd rethink that confidence if I were you." Eddie warns playfully. "C'mon, show me what you got."
"Full house, baby. I'd love to see you beat that." You say smugly, laying the cards down neatly on the bed.
"Oof, that's too bad. Looks like I get to have a second look at those panties of yours." He says as he lays down his hand. A straight flush, all hearts.
"You motherfucker!" You scoff, unable to believe he beat you.
"Sorry, sweetheart. You'll just have to get luckier next time. Now, c'mon, off with the pants. Please and thank you." His eyes flick to your lower half, waiting expectantly for you to show some skin.
"Ugh, fine!" You exclaim, undoing the button and zip of your jeans, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor. You lay back down on the bed, your red underwear on full display for him. He stares at them for a moment as you gather the cards to shuffle again. "You really like them, huh?" You ask, drawing him out of his lustful trance. You notice a bulge forming in his own pants, which only builds your anticipation for the next hand.
"Yeah, they look really sexy on you." He compliments, giving you a hungry look.
"Thanks, Eds." You deal out the cards again, and bet your shirt this time. Eddie sticks with his rings and necklace, and you play the hand out. You have two pairs, and he beats you again with three of a kind. "Dammit!" You shout in disappointment as you yank your t-shirt over your head. Your tits bounce as they're freed from the fabric, and you're one loss away from being completely naked.
"You're just all outta luck today, angel." He's feeling cocky, all he needs is one more hand to beat you. You mutter a couple swears under your breath, you're not a very good sport when you lose at games. You shuffle a third time, and deal once more.
The next two rounds thankfully go in your favor, stripping Eddie of his accessories and tie-dye shirt. You're tied now, one more round to put an end to it all. You're both holding your final hand now, having already exchanged cards. You're on the edge of your seat, so to speak, eager to see who wins this erotic game. "You wanna show them at the same time, baby?" You ask darkly, unable to hide just how aroused this game has made you. You've both been eating up every last bit of one another's flesh as it's been revealed, just waiting for the moment when you get to see more.
"Okay." He nods, meeting your anxious gaze with his own. You both place your hands down on the blanket, waiting a second to actually look at them. Once you do, you see that you've just barely beaten Eddie. He has three of a kind, whereas you have a straight. "You win, princess. Congratulations." He says lowly, wasting no time in taking off his pants. His dick slaps against his stomach, waiting for you to take hold of it. "You wanna come over here and claim your prize, Y/N?"
"I thought you'd never ask, baby." You crawl over to him on the bed, ignoring the cards spilling around everywhere. Eddie lays on his back as you prowl, stroking his cock lazily in his hand. You climb over him so your body looms above his. You lower your head to give him a kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth a moment later. His free hand reaches up to your underwear, slipping beneath the luxe fabric to feel your soaked folds. You moan against him at the sensation. "I want you so bad, Eddie." You say breathlessly, your lips still brushing against his as you speak.
"I want you too, sweetheart. Can you take these off for me?" Eddie replies, tugging at the waistband of your panties. You nod, dragging the fabric over the curves of your ass and down your legs. You kick them away with your foot, and straddle Eddie's thighs.
You replace Eddie's hand with yours, slowly running your hollowed fist along his dick. He groans at your touch, wanting you to pick up the pace or move along to the main event. "You want me to ride you, baby?" You ask seductively.
"Please." He begs, his hands resting at your hips. You lift yourself upwards slightly, just enough to drag his tip against your pussy, spreading your arousal onto his length. His breath catches at you lubing him up, and you let out low moans as he repeatedly brushes against your clit. "Stop teasing, sweetheart. I need to feel you." He can't hide the whining in his voice, and his eyes stare up helplessly at you as you continue your tantalizing actions.
"God, I love it when you beg, Eddie. It's so fuckin' hot." You smirk at him, allowing the head of his length to slip inside your dripping cunt. "Fuck." You gasp, eyes fluttering shut. He's barely in you and he's already stretching your walls in the most delicious way. You slowly sink down, accepting every last inch of him. You bite hard on your lip, savoring the slight burn you feel from him filling you up so completely. "Oh, god." You moan with your eyes still blissfully closed. You lay on his chest as you adjust to his size, pressing your lips to his while you loosen up.
"You're so tight, angel. Holy shit." Eddie says lowly to you between kisses. He can't believe he's actually inside you right now, and you feel like absolute heaven around him. Warm, snug, and perfectly slick. He could stay just like this forever, holding you close as you're connected like matching puzzle pieces. His hands caress your back and sides, worshiping every inch of you he can reach while he waits for you to start moving.
"And you're so big, Eds. You fill me up so well." You squeeze around his length involuntarily, making him gasp.
"I really hope you're not just strokin' my ego, princess." He laughs lightly, his hands pressing firmly into your hips from you hugging his cock so tight.
"I wouldn't dream of it, darling. I'd never lie to you." You keep planting languid, hungry kisses to his mouth while you start to move. You gradually bring yourself upwards on his cock, almost letting him slip out, before sinking back down in one swift motion. Breathy moans leave both your mouths, and you repeat the action a few more times. Up...and down, up...and down, up...and down. You let out muted noises as Eddie brushes against your g spot with each landing.
"Fuck, sweetheart. You're still teasing, I can't take it." He whimpers, rolling your bodies over to take the lead. Your head rests on the pillows below, your legs spread wide with him still sheathed inside you. "Is this okay?" Eddie asks, looking down at you expectantly. He's desperate to get some real speed and friction going. But not without your permission, of course.
You reach up to cup his cheek, and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer. "Yes, Eddie. And please, don't hesitate to go as hard and as fast as you want."
"You like it rough, huh?" He questions with another filthy smirk. He says so much with so little, you really wish you knew how he does that.
"You seem to know me well enough, what do you think?" You tease, keeping up with his playfulness again. You enjoy pushing his buttons, hoping it'll make him go crazy on you.
"Is it so hard to give me a straight answer?" He says as he thrusts into you once. It's the perfect mix and deep and rough, just like you wanted. It steals your breath away, making your eyes roll into the back of your head for a moment. "Just tell me what you want, angel. And I'll happily give it to you." He speaks lowly in your ear, thrusting again to draw a low moan from you.
"Fuck, keep doing that. It feels so good, baby." You sigh as Eddie's lips meet your neck. He's marking you again, you're gonna look like a leopard by the time he's done with you. But you'll proudly wear love bites on every inch of your body, as long as they come from him.
"You got it, princess." Eddie picks up the pace, using the same amount of force as before. He pushes on your sweet spot over and over, which makes you all the more wet inside. He slips in and out of you so easily, your arousal dripping onto the bed with every shove into your cunt. "Shit, you're fuckin' soaked, sweetheart. Your pussy feels amazing." He groans, sending a shock of pleasure through you. His words are absolutely filthy, and his tone makes your heart pound in your chest.
"It's all for you, Eds." You moan out, grabbing hold of his back with your hands. Your nails dig into his skin, drawing another vulgar sound from his lips. Eddie continues to assault your neck as he fucks you, leaving hickey after hickey with his every moan. You're clinging to him, trying to keep him as close to you as possible as he ruts you into the bed. His body weighs heavily on yours, encapsulating you in excessive heat. But it's not enough, you want to be even closer. You wish you could crawl under his skin, to somehow fuse yourself to him and never let go. "Fuck, roll over, baby. And sit up against the headboard." You pant out, wanting to ride him like you originally planned.
"Is something wrong, sweetheart?" He asks, his face meeting yours with concerned eyes. His thrusts slow for a moment, and he wonders if he should stop altogether.
"No, definitely not. I just wanna be closer to you, Eds." You reply breathlessly, patting his shoulders to prompt him to obey your request. He does as you ask, managing to stay inside you while putting you on top again. He scoots back to lean against the headboard, and you straddle his lap in this new position. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, your chest pressing against his. "Perfect." You exhale as his tip is kissing your cervix at this angle. You press your lips to his, putting a pause on the sex for a moment. You want to take a moment to taste his mouth on yours, he's so addictive to you. "I love you, baby." You whisper to him between gentle smooches.
"I love you too, princess." Eddie's happy to return the sentiment, he can't get enough of you admiring him in such a way. His hands sit at your waist, slowly migrating downwards to grip the rounds of your ass in rough handfuls. You let out a quiet moan, your pussy flexing around his length at the aggressive action. "Fuck, Y/N. Gonna be the death of me if you keep doin' that." He whimpers. It isn't exactly easy for him to sit still with his dick encased by your soaked cunt, and you squeezing him like that makes it all the more difficult.
"You want me to start moving, darling?" You ask, biting your lip at the thrill of teasing him just a little bit more.
"Please." He says pitifully, it's taking everything in him to not thrust upwards into you right now.
"Mmm, you're so needy, baby. I'll never get over how sexy you sound like that." You smolder, before lifting your hips up to give you both what you want so badly. You allow yourself to fall back down, crying out in pleasure at the feeling of him hitting your g spot even better than before. You set a steady pace, allowing for plenty of sloppy kisses and bites being made on your bodies. You don't know where you start and Eddie ends at this point, and a roiling knot has been brewing inside you from the moment you first accepted his dick into your silk. Eddie's hands lead your hips to roll against him, and he punctuates your bounces with an occasional buck of his hips to steal your breath away. "Oh, Eddie. You feel so fuckin' good, keep doing that." You moan out, increasing your own speed to meet him in the middle. Your arousal continues to flow from you freely, making a small puddle on Eddie's abdomen.
"You're makin' a mess all over me, sweetheart. You're so perfect." Eddie praises, ramming his hips upwards to meet your every landing.
"I'm getting close, baby. Fuck me harder, faster. I need you to make me cum." You whimper the words, with no regard for just how much they affect the man moaning along with you. You feel the twisting ball inside you pulling tighter against its restraints, waiting to snap at any moment. Eddie's not far behind you, you're easily the best sex he's ever had.
"Turn around, princess. Hands and knees." Eddie commands, needing to take control to drive you both off that proverbial cliff. You hop off his lap, scrambling to get in position. He's half a step behind you, giving you a moment to grab onto the blankets before he shoves his length back into your needy hole.
"Fuck!" You cry out, and you feel Eddie's hands digging rougher than before into your hips. He hammers himself into you, the slapping of skin mixing with your obscene noises. His pelvis smacks against your ass, stinging your flesh from the force and wetness from your sweat and juices. "Just like that, Eds. Don't stop, make me cum. I'm almost there."
"I'm right there with you, angel. Your pussy is so fuckin' amazing, best I've ever had, so wet and tight and perfect in every way." Eddie's words spill from his lips haphazardly, he can barely think straight as his stomach begins to tense. You sense he's close, his movements have become unfocused.
"Cum with me, baby. I wanna feel you fill me up, claim me as yours. I can't get enough of your dick, baby. It's so fuckin' good." You allow every passing thought running through your mind to become verbalized, letting him know he's rocking your fucking world right now. Just a little more, and you'll both be in complete and utter bliss. Eddie unexpectedly snakes his hand around your front, his long fingers locating your clit to rub rapid circles around it. "Oh, god, oh, fuck!" You moan helplessly as his touch brings on the rapid buildup you've been waiting for. Your walls begin to flutter around him, signaling loud and clear that you're about to lose it.
"Fuck, Y/N." Eddie grunts, his own high taking over only moments before yours. His breath hitches, and his hips thrust into you even harder while his load shoots into you in thick white ropes. The warmth of his cum, mixed with his harsh bucking pulls you down with him.
"Eddie!" You practically scream as your thighs begin to shake. You clamp down on him, almost making him fall backwards with how mind-blowing it feels. Your vision blurs with stars, your entire body radiating with glowing ecstasy. Eddie stills inside you, allowing you time to ride out the wave of pleasure coursing through you. You collapse onto the bed, your ass in the air as you're still connected to him.
"You alright there, princess?" Eddie asks, exhaling heavily as he tries to catch his breath.
"Mmm, yeah. More than alright. That's easily the best sex I've ever had." You reply, sounding just as winded as he is. Eddie slowly pulls out of you, which proves quite the challenge as your pussy doesn't want to release him. You both let out muttered curses at how sensitive you are as he eventually removes himself.
"Shit, sweetheart. Never had anyone hold on to me so tight like this before." He says in awe, gazing at your glistening body as you still haven't moved from your awkward position yet. Your eyes are shut, your mouth letting out hot huffs of air. Your arms lay limp on either side of your head, and your legs are still spread open wide. Eddie eyes your cunt, licking his lips when he sees your mixed release oozing out of you. You're an impeccably gorgeous sight to him, and he can't resist crawling over to sample the sweet nectar currently pulsing from your slit.
"Shit." You mutter as his tongue makes contact with you. Light vibrations run against you as Eddie moans at the sweet, musky flavor you’ve created together. He continues to lick you clean, drinking up every last drop. You're still sparking from your previous orgasm, and you're dangerously close to having another. "Eddie, you're gonna make me cum again if you keep going." You warn with a whimper, which only spurs him on. He shoves his tongue into your pussy, scooping out every last bit of cum he can. The wet muscle manages to stroke your g spot repeatedly in its quest for bodily fluids, which causes another orgasm to rip through you. Stronger than the one before. "Oh, fuck!" You cry out, trembling all over again as you soak his face.
"Mmm." He groans at you giving him even more to taste, his hands grasping clumsily at your legs to hold you in place while he continues to consume you. He still doesn't stop, your pleasure building on top of itself, folding over in exquisite layers.
"You're so greedy, Eds." You sigh, letting yourself enjoy every second of his relentless appetite thoroughly. You expect to be brought to yet another high very soon.
"You just taste so delicious, sweetheart. I can't help myself." He speaks briefly before returning to his task. His statement is absolutely true, he doesn't know how he's going to eventually stop eating you out. You're like a goddamn drug, and he wishes to receive hit after hit until you tell him to stop. His dick twitches at every little sound you make in response, shining beads of his own release running down his shaft. It appears extending your pleasure has inadvertently done the same for his own.
"I'm getting close again, Eddie. I don't know how much more I can take." You whine, your legs twitching at every move he makes on you. The inevitable peak you're climbing towards is certainly going to be the strongest you've ever had, and you just know it's going to make a huge mess. You've never squirted before, but you have a sneaking suspicion that both you and Eddie will highly enjoy it.
"Just do one more for me, angel. You've been doing so well. Cum for me, Y/N." Eddie begs, before sucking harshly on your clit.
"OH, GOD, OH FUCK! EDDIE!" You're overtaken by white-hot flames, the heat consuming you from the inside out. Your entire lower half shakes violently, and you feel a massive gush of your cum splashing onto Eddie's face and down your thighs. "Fuck!" The sensation is nothing like you've experienced before. You almost feel a little embarrassed, as the only bodily function you could compare it to is...well, not something you'd want to release so easily onto another person. But all Eddie does is attempt to swallow as much of it as he can, as if he's dying of thirst. He doesn't pull away, or say anything judgmental. Clearly he knows more about this phenomenon than you, which puts your mind at ease a little.
"Damn, that was hot." Eddie says as he finally pulls away from you. The rest of your body falls onto the bed, totally spent. You've never cum so much or so hard before. Even the slight flow of air as the heating warms the house makes your cunt twitch in overstimulation. "I think we're gonna need another shower, though." He chuckles as he looks down at your juices glistening on his chest and stomach, not to mention between your legs. You made such a splash, it's not something he's personally seen very often. But, fuck he loves any opportunity to witness it.
"I second that. But I feel like I'm made of jelly now." You let out a weak giggle, groaning as you roll over onto your back.
"That good, huh?" Eddie smirks, meeting your tired eyes with his own.
"Oh, Eds. You have noooo idea." You manage to sit up, scooching yourself closer to Eddie to give him a gentle kiss. He returns it gingerly, leading you to lie down with him. He pulls you in real close, cuddling you in your radiating afterglow. You break away from the kiss, looking deep into his eyes with total admiration. He's too perfect, and this moment represents everything you've ever wanted in a relationship. True love, deep connection, not to mention incredible sex. "I wish we could just stay like this forever." You say, barely above a whisper.
"We can certainly try, Y/N." He replies, a single tear running down his cheek at your words. You both know it's borderline cruel to make such confident statements. Given your uncertain future regarding Vecna, and the police, and any potential lynch-mobs that might demand Eddie's head on a spit. But despite all of this, you want to hold onto hope. Hope that both of you will get what you once denied yourselves, what you both clearly deserve out of life. You've been through far too much in your lives. To find one another again after all this time, only to have your newfound happiness snatched away from you? No fucking way. You refuse to go down without a fight. You've beaten monsters before, and you sure as shit plan to do it again.
"You're damn right we can. I already lost you once, and I'm not gonna let it happen a second time." You speak emphatically, resolving to do everything in your power to keep Eddie safe.
"I love you so much, Y/N." He says weakly, trying so hard to keep from falling apart.
You smile calmly at him, wiping away the tears from his chin. "I love you too, Eddie. I promise we'll get through this. Together."
"Together." He parrots the word quietly, nodding his head. He has no idea what the future holds for either of you, or your band of monster-slaying misfits. But all he can do is hold onto the idea that once this shit is settled, he can have the chance to do the one thing he's wanted for far too long. To be your man, and to cherish you like the world's greatest treasure.
The end.
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Coisas assombrosas começam a acontecer sem explicação. Tudo começa com um arrepio na espinha, uma sensação ruim... É Outubro e com isso, o espírito de Jack sente-se finalmente, horripilantemente, disposto a fazer maldades.
005: Mais um dia preso na academia significava mais um dia sem nada para fazer. Foi por isso que você decidiu ir até a sala de armas para tentar espantar o tédio. Parece que essa ideia também passou pela cabeça de outra pessoa pois agora estavam ambos olhando quais armas usar no treinamento. Já que estavam ali, por que não fazer um treinamento em dupla, certo? Errado. E errado porque vocês não estão sozinhos. As armaduras que ficam de enfeite nos quatro cantos da sala agora criaram vida, elas demoraram alguns segundos para se locomoverem com mestria, mas, quando fizeram, já desembainharam suas espadas afiadas e que a luta comece! Dois de vocês contra quatro deles? Boa sorte!
Cemile ( @cemilelebed ) e Lizbeth ( @sevbitch )
006: O dia estava lindo, não havia uma única nuvem no céu enquanto as pessoas pareciam deleitar-se com o sol, a brisa...Bom, até que uma nuvem escura e espessa pairou sobre suas cabeças. Do completamente nada, o tempo mudou e você sentiu isso na sua alma, era como gelo escorregando por sua garganta abaixo. Todos os presentes correram pensando que uma tempestade aproximava-se mas foi muito pior que isso: um tornado. O fenômeno da natureza formou-se no ar e tocou o chão, sugando tudo e todos em sua direção. A fuga tornou-se sua única saída, mas como se não bastasse, o chão rachou-se; abismos foram sendo abertos em seu caminho, fazendo-o perceber que se você corresse o bicho pegava, se ficasse, o bicho comia.
Calithea ( @calitheas ) e Hira ( @hiraween )
007: Observar o corpo adormecido de Gandalf era algo estranho para algumas pessoas. Para outras, às vezes era calmante ou até curioso. Não importava o que você ou a outra pessoa que já estava lá quando você chegou acham, o que importa é que no momento que um de vocês decidiu sair… à entrada havia sumido. Por onde vocês entraram? A sala da cripta agora parecia apenas um quadrado sem entrada ou saída. E… espere aí. As paredes estão se movendo? Sim! As paredes começaram a diminuir o espaço, pouco a pouco se fechando e forçando vocês a acharem uma solução antes de serem esmagados junto com Gandalf. O velhote nem irá sentir nada, mas vocês? Ah, coitadinhos.
Korak ( @c-korak ) e Lowell ( @cachorrao )
008: Um acaso às vezes não é tão acaso assim. Talvez Jack tenha influenciado as escolhas de vocês para seguirem o caminho que levava até a sala de Poções. Um corredor molhado? Uma placa de "Em manutenção" em outro? Você nunca terá certeza se era real ou não. O fato é: Tudo isso trouxe vocês dois até essa ala da Academia e no exato momento em que estavam passando, a explosão dentro da sala de poções aconteceu. Primeiro o susto, depois o cheiro… e em seguida a realização. Você já não era mais você. O corpo trocado, ou melhor, sua mente no corpo da outra pessoa azarada e a mente dela no seu corpo. Que pesadelo!
Beverly ( @loveofhearts ) e Kim ( @leaczinha )
OBS: as duplas foram separadas por meio de sorteio!
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SpyInTheHouse 674 Fm Podcast 011 11272017
This 3hrs (also) video-streamed 674.fm / SpyInTheHouse all.vinyl November-jam (by Claus Bachor / Psycho Thrill Cologne) with featured tracks by Anthony Shakir, Dwele, The Advent, Chaos/ Mark Floyd, The Droyds, Morphology (2), Circadian Rhythms, Underground Resistance , Jean-Loius Huhta, Blake Baxter, Steve Rachmad (2), Fabrizio Lapiani, Sigha (remixed by Wata Igrashi & Function) (2), Akmé, Slam (remixed by Claude Young Jr.), Biochip C, Jeroen Search (4), Laurent Garnier, Cliff Hanger (2), Waajeed (2), Oniris, Delano Smith, Trevino, Broccoli Bros. vs. Righteous Men, Woo York, Roland Casper, Mark N-R-G (remixed by Roland Casper), Opuswerk, Integer, The Dusk, Philus, Echoplex, Murat, Tafkamp, Terrence Dixon, Klankman, Mode Selector, SCB/ Scuba (2), Egyptian Lover, DJ Roach, Rennie Foster, Timeline, John E.Collins, A Number Of Names, Sexual Harrassment, John D. (2), Roy Ayers, Lil'Justin, Drivetrain/ Derrick Thompson, Da Rebels, Funkadelic (remixed by Moodyman) in this mix. TRACK LISTING: 01 ANTHONY 'SHAKE' SHAKIR: Detroit: State Of Mind [ B2-track from “... Waiting For Russell” Frictional Recordings FRCT-008 US Promo-12" | 1998 ] 02 DWELE [ANDWELE GARDNER]: Early Morning [ A-side from “Detroit City” Rara RARA-003 UK 12" | 2004 ] 03 THE ADVENT [CISCO FERREIRA & COLIN McBEAN]: Insight 01 (Level Z) [ B2-track from “Standers” Internal CCCB-10 UK Promo-12" | 1996 ] 04 CHAOS [MARK FLOYD]: Afrogermanic [ A-side from “Crime Report” Underground Resistance UR-021 / Submerge US 12" | 1998 ] 05 THE DROYDS [ANDY CHATTERLEY & RICHARD NORRIS]: All I Ever Wanted [ A1-track from “EP 1” New Religion REG117 UK 12" | 2005 ] 06 MORPHOLOGY [MATTI TORUNEN & MICHAEL DIEKMANN]: Conductive Force [ A1-track from “In Between” Innerspace Records 001 CRO 12" | 2017 ] 07 CIRCADIAN RHYTHMS [CHRISTOPHE DE GROOT]: Insight [ A-side from “Silicon EP” Triad Recordings TRIAD 001/ Elypsia BEL Promo-12" | 1997 ] 08 MORPHOLOGY : Inversium Layer [ A2-track from “In Between” Innerspace Records 001 CRO 12" | 2017 ] 09 JEAN-LOUIS HUHTA: Viva La Differenze! [ A1-track from “Zoat Zingo” Hybrid Productions HP-1017 SWE Promo-10" | 2000 ] 10 UNDERGROUND RESISTANCE: Electronic Warfare _ Vocal Mix [ B1-track from “Electronic Warfare - Designs For Sonic Revolutions” Underground Resistance UR-033 US 12" | 1995 ] 11 DJ NAUGHTY: Boing Bum Tschak [ A-side from “Boing Bum Tschag / Innerwood” International Deejay Gigolo Records Gigolo-001 GER Promo-10" | 1996 ] 12 STEVE RACHMAD: Ubatuba Blues [ B-side from “Neo Classica” Sino SINO-102LP HongKong 3x12" | 2006 ] 13 BLAKE BAXTER: Energizer [ A1-track from “Energizer” Tresor 038 GER Promo-12" | 1996 ] 14 STEVE RACHMAD: My Tikkie Tik [ A1-track from “Neo Classica” Sino SINO-102LP HongKong 3x12" | 2006 ] 15 FABRIZIO LAPIANA: Weaving [ A1-track from “://about blank 002” ://about blank 002 GER 12" | 2017 ] 16 SIGHA [JAMES SHAW]: Black Massing _ Wata Igarashi 'Dusk Falls' Remix [ A1-track from “Metabolism Remixes” TOKEN-077 BEL 12" | 2017 ] 17 AKMÉ: Inner Islands [ A2-track from “://about blank 002” ://about blank 002 GER 12" | 2017 ] 18 SIGHA: Down _ Function Remix [ B1-track from “Metabolism Remixes” TOKEN-077 BEL 12" | 2017 ] 19 JEROEN SEARCH [JEROEN SCHRIJVERSHOF]: Without Abrupt Change [ A2-track from “Continuum EP” Odd Even ODD/EVEN 012 GER 12" | 2017 ] 20 SLAM [ORDE MEIKLE & STUART McMILLAN]: Dark Forces _ Claude Young Jr. Remix [ A2-track from “Dark Forces Remixes” Soma Quality Recordings SOMA-45 UK Promo-12" | 1996 ] 21 JEROEN SEARCH: Quantitative Transitions [ A3-track from “Continuum EP” Odd Even ODD/EVEN 012 GER 12" | 2017 ] 22 BIOCHIP C [MARTIN DAMM]: Quartz [ A2-track from “Cranefly Warriors Vol. 3” Dj.ungle Fever 2002.02 GER Promo-12" | 2002 ] 24 JEROEN SEARCH: Continuous Or Discrete [ B3-track from “Continuum EP” Odd Even ODD/EVEN 012 GER 12" | 2017 ] 25 CLIFF HANGER [DARREN PRICE]: That's How It Is [ A1-track from “That's How It Is” Underwater Records H2O-007 UK Promo-12" | 1998 ] 26 LAURENT GARNIER: The Man With The Red Face [ A-side from F Communications F-119 Romo X FRA Promo-12" | 2000 ] 27 WAAJEED [ROBERT O'BRYANT]: Shango [ A2-track from “SHANGO EP” Dirt Tech Reck DTR-11 / Submerge US 12" | 2017 ] 28 Cliffhanger: Who's Who? [ B1-track from “That's How It Is” Underwater Records H2O-007 UK Promo-12" | 1998 ] 29 WAAJEED [ROBERT O'BRYANT]: Winston’s Midnight Disco [ A1-track from “SHANGO EP” Dirt Tech Reck DTR-11 / Submerge US 12" | 2017 ] 30 ONIRIS [XAVIER JANUARIO]: Hope & Despair [ A-side from “Hope & Despair” Astropolis Records AR-02.2 FRA 12" | 2013 ] 31 DELANO SMITH: On The Run [ A-side from “Detroit Lost Tapes” Sushitech Records SUSH-039 GER 3x12" | 2017 ] 32 TREVINO [MARCUS KAYE]: Spin Away [ B1-track from “Tactical Manoeuvre EP” 3024 3024-020 UK 12" | 2012 ] 33 BROCCOLI BROTHERS vs. RIGHTEOUS MEN [GREGOR POTTMEIER, JOHANNES EHMANN, TOBIAS KOTH vs. KRISCHAN JAN-ERIC WESENBERG, THIMO U. SEIDEL]: Ruhrschnellweg _ Last Exit Stahlhausen Mix [ B1-track from “Catch It” Thee Blak Label BLAK-005 / Radikal Fear BEL Promo-12" | 1995 ] 34 WOO YORK [ANDREW VANZHULA & DENNIS ANDRIYANOW]: I Am Against _ Ø [Phase] Remix [ B-side from “I Am Against” Soma Quality Recordings SOMA-409 UK 12" | 2017 ] 35 ROLAND CASPER: Chance [ A2-track from “Sons Of Acido [Down With The Pig System #3.0]” Psycho Thrill PT-XTRA 003 Testpress-12" | 2016 ] 36 MARK N-R-G [ALEXANDER TROITZSCH]: Don't Stop _ Remix by Roland Casper [ B-side from “Don't Stop (The Remixes)” Overdrive OVER-062-R1 GER 10" | 1995 ] 37 OPUSWERK [HENDRIK VAN BOETZELAER]: Derzhprom _ Keith Carnal Remix [ B2-track from “Social Condenser” Arts ARTS-030 ITA 12" | 1017 ] 38 INTEGER [JASON ALEXANDER]: Kabbola [ A-side from “Kabbola / Patter” Dystrophic Recordings DYS TEN-001 UK Promo-10" | 1997 ] 39 SCB [SCUBA / PAUL ROSE]: Test Tubes [ A1-track from “Old Media New Society” Hotflush Recordings HF-047 UK 12" | 2017 ] 40 THE DUSK [ROBERT BABIZC]: Drugsky 0023 [ B3-track from “Tatort: 42” Essence 109 / Roadrunner GER Promo-12" | 1996 ] 41 PHILUS [MIKA TAPIO VAINIO]: Kuvio 3 [ B2-track from “Kolmio EP” Sähkö Recordings SÄHKÖ-014 FIN Promo-12" | 1998 ] 42 ECHOPLEX [PETER SLIWINSKI]: Equilibrium [ B1-track from “Entire Sound Spectrum EP” Speaker Attack spa-017 / Axodya CH Promo-12" | 2001 ] 43 MURAT [MURAT GOKSEL]: Photon #3 [ B1-track from “Photon” Data Records DATA-001 US Promo-12" | 1999 ] 44 THANOS HANA [HANA]: Jon Always At 1210 [ B1-track from “TH06” TH Tar Hallow TH-006 NL BL-12" | 2017 ] 45 TERRENCE DIXON: Midnight Hours [ D1-track from “Detroit : Beyond The Third Wave” Astralwerks ASW6170-1 US 2x12" | 1996 ] 46 KLANKMAN[MAARTEN EPSKAMP]: Rashond [ A1-track from “Klankman” TH Tar Hallow TH-002 NL BL-12" | 2017 ] 47 MODE SELECTOR [FANON FLOWERS]: Last Trip [ D2-track from “Detroit : Beyond The Third Wave” Astralwerks ASW6170-1 US 2x12" | 1996 ] 48 SCB [SCUBA / PAUL ROSE]: Freedom For The Fifty [ A2-track from “Old Media New Society” Hotflush Recordings HF-047 UK 12" | 2017 ] 49 EGYPTIAN LOVER [GREG J.BROUSSARD]: Girls _ Re-Mix-Long Version [ A-side from “Girls” Egyptian Empire Records ?DMSR-0664 US 12" | 1985 ] 50 DJ ROACH [RAUL ROCHA]: The Heads [ A2-track from “Universal Shift” Soiree Records Int. SRT-168 US Testpress-12" | 2017 ] 51 RENNIE FOSTER: Infrastructure [ B1-track from “Universal Shift” Soiree Records Int. SRT-168 US Testpress-12" | 2017 ] 52 UNDERGROUND RESISTANCE: Timeline [ A-side from “Millenium To Millenium” Underground Resistance UR. 2001 / Submerge US Promo-12" | 2001 ] 53 JOHN E.COLLINS: All We Need [ A-side from “All We Need / Yeah” Underground Resistance UR-080 US Promo-12" | 2009 ] 54 A NUMBER OF NAMES [PAUL LESLEY, RODERICK SIMPSON, SERLING JONES]: Sharevari _ Instrumental Mix [ B2-track from “Edits 1” Bass 001 / Submerge US WL-12" | 1999 ] 55 SEXUAL HARRASSMENT: You Are Myx Sexual Connection [ A3-track from “I Need A Freak” Heat SV-301 US Promo-LP" | 1983 ] 56 JOHN D. [JOHN DIAZ & CARMEN PADILLA] feat. CARMEN: Hot Spot _ Dub [ B-side from “Hot Spot” 25 West Records TFW-1019 US 12" | 1986 ] 57 JOHN D.: Electro-Bop _ Dub Version [ B-side from “Electro-Bop” 25 West Records TFW-1015 US 12" | 1985 ] 58 ROY AYERS: In The Dark _ 12" Mix [ A-side from “In The Dark” Columbia 44 05115 US 12" | 1984 ] 59 KERRI "KAOZ 6:23" CHANDLER pres. LIL'JUSTIN: Trace _ Club Mix [ B-side from “Ah Baby / Trace” Madhouse Records, Inc. KCT-1003 UK Promo-12" | 1993 ] 60 DRIVETRAIN [DERRICK THOMPSON]: One Love [ A1-track from “Universal Shift” Soiree Records Int. SRT-168 US Testpress-12" | 2017 ] 61 DA REBELS [CURTIS ALAN JONES & LIDDELL TOWNSELL]: Come To Me _ Night Mix [ A2-track from “Mello Madness” Clubhouse Records CHR-120 US Testpress-12" | 1992 ] 62 FUNKADELIC: Cosmic Slop _ Moodymann Mix [ B1-track from “Reworked By Detroiters” Westbound Records SEW3-158 UK 3x12" | 2017 ]
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Spanish basics
2.2.17 005
Ok so I‘ve been taking Spanish for three years and I'm pretty good at it. (Around a 95 average) And knowing a few things will make everything so much easier so here ya go. If something is wrong or doesn’t make sense feel free to message me :)
Knowing Estar and Ser (To be)
Knowing when and where to use these will make your life so much easier. Both have pneumonic devises.
~Ser- TODO (Tends to be more permanent)
T= Time and Place
O= Origin and Nationality
D= Description
O= Occupation
~Estar- PLACE (Tends to be more temporary)
P= Positions
L= Location
A= Action
C= Condition
E= Emotion
Conjugation
There are three different types of verbs -AR -ER -IR.
When you congugate you change the ending of the verb your using to fit the subject. I woln’t go through the whole chart if you want me to I can do a detailed verison but and example would be ~Yo (correr) corro
Practice congugating, lots of already spanish speaking people come in thinking they’ll know everything but are confused by this in my school.
Irregular verbs
All verbs except irregular congugate the same way is good to memorize some usfull ones.
Ir
Dar
Ser
Tener
Ver
Gustar y Encantar
~Gustar- To like
Differnece between Gusta and Gustan is Gusta is used when your talking about 1 thing or action(s) Gustan is when your talking about more then 1.
~Encantar To love
Differnece between Encanta and Encantan is Encanta is used when your talking about 1 thing or action(s) Encantan is when your talking about more then 1.
How to use in a sentence
A mi me -I
A ti te -You
A el/ella/ud. le -He/she
A nosotros nos - We
A ellos/ellas/uds. les - They, them, you all….
Useful terms
Me duele (Bodypart) -My ___ hurts
Soy de (Place) -I live…
Me llamo (name) -My name is…
Yo tengo que -I have to…
Puedo ir al bano? -Can I go to the bathrooom?
Como se dice? -How do you say…?
Estoy triste- Im sad
Yo estoy enfermo- Im sick
Other helpful things
Some really good apps are Quizlet and Dulingo
DONT USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE use SpanishDict, way way way better
Put a spanish keyboard on your devise it varies throught models but it makes life easier.
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PLOT DROP #005
RÉQUIEM
( t r i g g e r w a r n i n g ) assassinato.
( p a r t i c i p a ç õ e s ) Edward Campbell.
O lema dos guardas de Avalon era recitado a cada novo membro recebido e significava algo diferente para cada um dos funcionários. Somos guardiões de nosso povo. Poderia lembrar as famílias e nações das quais haviam abdicado para dedicar-se à proteção dos herdeiros de diferentes países, ou simplesmente ao patriotismo que possuíam ao ponto de se oferecerem para dar a vida pela monarquia de suas terras natais. Dever é nosso escudo, a ordem nossa espada. Encravada no peito de cada um dos homens e mulheres que compunham a guarda de Avalon, existia a vontade de proteger. Fosse por traumas do passado ou objetivos do futuro, todos eles estavam ali por um motivo, influenciados apenas pela coragem de seus corações. Ao proteger os fracos, somos imortais.
Dentre os guardas, o mais honrável entre eles poderia ser Edward Campbell. O General, afinal, não recebera o cargo por nada. Enquanto sanguinolentas criaturas invadiam os corredores da escola que jurou proteger, ele agiu como imagem reanimadora para cada guarda com quem cruzava caminho, contrapondo os corpos de companheiros mortos que espalhavam-se pelas esquinas. Era um constante lembrete do dever de cada um deles e da missão que possuíam. Confiantes nas próprias habilidades e em seu líder, avançaram sobre as criaturas sem misericórdia. Responderam a violência com ferocidade maior ainda, defendendo a casa da realeza com afinco, cada habitante do castelo dando seu máximo.
Não demorou para que o General resolvesse o problema. Utilizando a geocinese cedida por seu patrono, rapidamente rastreou e localizou o portal que cedia entrada àquelas criaturas. Auxiliado pelos capazes guerreiros sob seu comando, ergueu uma barreira fortificada ao redor do estranho artefato, impedindo entrada ou saída pelo mesmo. Forte como diamante, nenhum sanguessuga seria capaz de passar por tal escudo. E conforme a manhã chegava, o sol lentamente arrastando-se sobre os terrenos do local, sua revigorante luz se provou capaz de facilmente dar fim às criaturas com maior facilidade. Os raios, ao entrar em contato com as peles pálidas, as colocava imediatamente em chamas. Os gritos dos vampiros serviram como réquiem para os mortos, terminando apenas no horário de almoço.
Cansados e abatidos, mas incapazes de dormir pela adrenalina ainda correndo em suas veias, os herdeiros saíram dos abrigos nucleares abaixo dos prédios do educandário. Os mais corajosos, que haviam escolhido lutar, foram rapidamente escoltados para a enfermaria para ter quaisquer possíveis ferimentos tratados. Através dos cadáveres e do cheiro cáustico de podridão que começava a tomar o ar ao redor do Forte Dourado, era difícil caminhar. A equipe de limpeza, ao menos o que havia sobrado da mesma, foi rápida em construir uma enorme pira no centro do campus. Os corpos de herdeiros e funcionários, contudo, foram separados em sacos pretos e seriam levados para seus devidos países, enterrados e cremados, dependendo de suas escolhas ou tradições.
Os dias seguintes foram de renovação. O ataque causou severos danos ao patrimônio e ainda existiam os funerais. As aulas, novamente, foram interrompidas. Contudo, as portas de Avalon continuaram abertas para todos que desejassem permanecer na escola, que pudessem ou desejassem, ajudar em seus reparos e cuidar dos enfermos.
INFORMAÇÕES OOC
Acabou o ataque! Coloquem seus turnos e interações durante o mesmo em flashback, por favor.
Como foi dito acima, as aulas pararam, mas os alunos e funcionários que desejarem permanecer na escola para auxiliar a reconstruir o patrimônio destruído e tudo mais, serão bem-vindos. Ao resto, podem fingir que seus personagens viajaram para os países de origem por um momento, talvez discutindo a permanência em Avalon, para tranquilizar os pais ou comparecer aos funerais de entes queridos.
O portal foi totalmente lacrado, então não tem mais como nada sair ou entrar lá. Por enquanto, ao menos. Ele está bem perto do lago, caso haja necessidade de guia.
E é isso, esperemos pela próxima atualização da trama!
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Visitors to Ars Electronica Garden are invited to take a seat at a domestic table where, by wearing a head-mounted Augmented Reality display, they encounter a volumetric representation of an indigenous woman seated opposite, who speaks out of her culture that has refined collective endeavour and relational psychology. She addresses us directly to provoke consideration of what might constitute solid foundations for a healthy, mutually beneficial, and ongoing relationship between people from diverse cultural backgrounds. In a site that references the household and the commons, visitors are called on to question their relationships with people and place. Their responses can be recorded and relayed to the original subjects who are kept safe in the comfort of their own time and space. Artists: Mairi Gunn (NZ), Wendy Lawn (GB), Prasanth Sasikumar (IN), Huidong Bai (CN) Empathic Computing Lab: Projects Credits: Music with permission from Big Belly Woman. Images: • Hōkūle‘a by Herb Kāne. Copyright Herbert K. Kane, LLC • Māori gardens, by Rozel Pharazyn, Te Ara - the Encyclopedia of New Zealand, • Licensed by Manatū Taonga Ministry for Culture and Heritage for reuse under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 New Zealand Licence. • Abel Tasman and his family, from National Library of Australia. Attributed to Dutch painter Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp (1594–c.1651), • Captain James Cook. • Samuel Marsden Meets Ngāpuhi chiefs. • Distracting French sailors on the beach at Kororāreka, 1835-31. By Barthelemy Lauvergne. B-098-005. Alexander Turnbull Library. • Death of Marion du Fresne at the Bay of Islands, New Zealand by Charles Merony, 1772. G-824-3. Alexander Turnbull Library. • Pai Mārire Prisoners, 1865. Current rights Public Domain. • The Tohu Maumahara (symbol of remembrance) at Rangiriri. Heritage New Zealand. For more projects, visit ARS Electronica 2020, Garden Aotearoa New Zealand: ARS Electronica 2020 Homepage:
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Al Quraan Al Kareem Full
Bismillah Ir Rahman Ir Rahem
In the Name of Allâh, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful Complete audio recitation of the Holy Qur’an, in Arabic, from the Qari Shaykh Mishari Rashid Al-Afasy.
More information about the Shaikh: Name: Mishary Rashid Ghareeb Mohammed Rashid Al-Afasy (from Kuwait) Studying in: The Islam ic University in Medina (KSA), College of the Holy Quran and Islami c Studies.
Chapter 001 - Surah al-Faatiha
Chapter 002 - Surah al-Baqarah
Chapter 003 - Surah aal-‘Imraan
Chapter 004 - Surah an-Nisaa’
Chapter 005 - Surah al-Maa’idah
Chapter 006 - Surah al-An’aam
Chapter 007 - Surah al-A’raaf
Chapter 008 - Surah al-Anfaal
Chapter 009 - Surah at-Tawbah
Chapter 010 - Surah Yunus
Chapter 011 - Surah Hud
Chapter 012 - Surah Yusuf
Chapter 013 - Surah ar-Ra’d
Chapter 014 - Surah Ibraheem
Chapter 015 - Surah al-Hijr
Chapter 016 - Surah an-Nahl
Chapter 017 - Surah al-Israa’
Chapter 018 - Surah al-Kahf
Chapter 019 - Surah Maryam
Chapter 020 - Surah Taa-Haa
Chapter 021 - Surah al-Anbiyaa’
Chapter 022 - Surah al-Hajj
Chapter 023 - Surah al-Mu’minun
Chapter 024 - Surah an-Nur
Chapter 025 - Surah al-Furqaan
Chapter 026 - Surah ash-Shu’araa’
Chapter 027 - Surah an-Naml
Chapter 028 - Surah al-Qasas
Chapter 029 - Surah al-‘Ankabut
Chapter 030 - Surah ar-Rum
Chapter 031 - Surah Luqmaan
Chapter 032 - Surah as-Sajdah
Chapter 033 - Surah al-Ahzaab
Chapter 034 - Surah Saba’
Chapter 035 - Surah Faatir
Chapter 036 - Surah Yaa-Seen
Chapter 037 - Surah as-Saaffaat
Chapter 038 - Surah Saad
Chapter 039 - Surah az-Zumar
Chapter 040 - Surah Ghaafir
Chapter 041 - Surah Fussilat
Chapter 042 - Surah ash-Shura
Chapter 043 - Surah az-Zukhruf
Chapter 044 - Surah ad-Dukhaan
Chapter 045 - Surah al-Jaathiyah
Chapter 046 - Surah al-Ahqaaf
Chapter 047 - Surah Muhammad
Chapter 048 - Surah al-Fath
Chapter 049 - Surah al-Hujuraat
Chapter 050 - Surah Qaaf
Chapter 051 - Surah adh-Dhaariyaat
Chapter 052 - Surah at-Tur
Chapter 053 - Surah an-Najm
Chapter 054 - Surah al-Qamar
Chapter 055 - Surah ar-Rahmaan
Chapter 056 - Surah al-Waaqi’ah
Chapter 057 - Surah al-Hadeed
Chapter 058 - Surah al-Mujaadalah
Chapter 059 - Surah al-Hashr
Chapter 060 - Surah al-Mumtahinah
Chapter 061 - Surah as-Saff
Chapter 062 - Surah al-Jumu’ah
Chapter 063 - Surah al-Munaafiqun
Chapter 064 - Surah at-Taghaabun
Chapter 065 - Surah at-Talaaq
Chapter 066 - Surah at-Tahreem
Chapter 067 - Surah al-Mulk
Chapter 068 - Surah al-Qalam
Chapter 069 - Surah al-Haaqqah
Chapter 070 - Surah al-Ma’aarij
Chapter 071 - Surah Nuh
Chapter 072 - Surah al-Jinn
Chapter 073 - Surah al-Muzzammil
Chapter 074 - Surah al-Muddaththir
Chapter 075 - Surah al-Qiyaamah
Chapter 076 - Surah al-Insaan
Chapter 077 - Surah al-Mursalaat
Chapter 078 - Surah an-Naba’
Chapter 079 - Surah al-Naazi’aat
Chapter 080 - Surah ‘Abasa
Chapter 081 - Surah at-Takweer
Chapter 082 - Surah al-Infitaar
Chapter 083 - Surah al-Mutaffifeen
Chapter 084 - Surah Inshiqaaq
Chapter 085 - Surah al-Burooj
Chapter 086 - Surah at-Taariq
Chapter 087 - Surah al-A’laa
Chapter 088 - Surah al-Ghaashiyah
Chapter 089 - Surah al-Fajr
Chapter 090 - Surah al-Balad
Chapter 091 - Surah ash-Shams
Chapter 092 - Surah al-Layl
Chapter 093 - Surah ad-Duha
Chapter 094 - Surah ash-Sharh
Chapter 095 - Surah at-Teen
Chapter 096 - Surah al-‘Alaq
Chapter 097 - Surah al-Qadr
Chapter 098 - Surah al-Bayyinah
Chapter 099 - Surah az-Zalzaalah
Chapter 100 - Surah al-‘Aadiyaat
Chapter 101 - Surah al-Qaari’ah
Chapter 102 - Surah at-Takaathur
Chapter 103 - Surah al-‘Asr
Chapter 104 - Surah al-Humazah
Chapter 105 - Surah al-Feel
Chapter 106 - Surah Quraysh
Chapter 107 - Surah al-Maa’un
Chapter 108 - Surah al-Kawthar
Chapter 109 - Surah al-Kaafirun
Chapter 110 - Surah an-Nasr
Chapter 111 - Surah al-Masad
Chapter 112 - Surah al-Ikhlaas
Chapter 113 - Surah al-Falaq
Chapter 114 - Surah an-Naas
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Veja o que temos para oferecer a você que quer mudar a sua casa de forma ecológica incorreta:
Vamos começar falando da cerquinha de bambu para jardim de inverno, este tipo de cerca
é um tipo bem pedido pelos nossos clientes porque você pode tanto dividir uma parte do
quintal para confinar animais,como pode ser para limitar as pessoas para não entrar no seu
jardim ou pisar na grama, além de ter estas funções a cerquinha de bambu para jardim de
inverno, acaba decorando limitando e deixando o seu jardim de inverno muito mais bonito, é
um tipo de cerca de bambu que pode ser escurecida a fogo, e pode ser feita na cor natural
para quem gosta das cores claras.Os melhores artesões que existe no mercado de bambu
você não deve se preocupar de como fazer uma cerca de bambu para que a sua casa fique
muito bem decorada e venha chamar atenção das pessoas mais exigentes e de bom gosto.
Vamos falar um pouco agora de decoração de piscina:
Você faz a sua piscina, coloca um gramado bem bonito ao redor da piscina, e ainda acha que
falta alguma coisa para decorar, o seu jardim envolvendo a sua área de lazer, uma ideia bem
bacana para você que tem uma piscina e quer utilizar o espaço de lazer ao redor , ia colocar
alguns móveis de bambu, as decorações com bambu em beira de piscina são
lindíssimas,Além de serem ecológicas e corretas, as construções com bambu ao redor das
áreas de lazer, trazem um ar de tranquilidade e de beleza para a área decorada, Muitas
pessoas costumam fazer cascatas de bambu na beira da piscina, vou fazer também painéis
de bambu que servem como um jardim suspenso vertical, Onde pode-se colocar uma
variedade de plantas, usam-se também na beira do guarda-corpo da piscina colocar cerca de
bambu acoplada ao guarda-corpo da piscina, e essa cerca de bambu pode ser de variadas
formas para que não fique uma coisa muito simples porque nós entendemos que o bambu
mais trabalhado valoriza mais o lugar onde ele vai ser instalado, costumo também fazer
parede de bambu ou alguma armação de bambu no chuveirinho para tomar banho, alguns
usando painel de bambu todo coberto com bambu cana da índia, para preservar a pessoa
que está tomando banho no chuveiro na saída da piscina, enquanto muita gente se preocupa
como fazer uma cerca de bambu na beira da piscina, você não terá esse problema, porque
os nossos artesões além de serem criativos, são muito engenhosos também,antes de fazer as
suas decorações com bambu na sua sala de jogos cercar com bambu quintal, e outras ideias
que você provavelmente deve ter na sua cabeça, conheça os nossos produtos e a nossa
qualidade de serviço.
Cercar o guarda corpo da varanda do seu apartamento:
A maioria das pessoas que moram em apartamentos, principalmente as que residem em
lugares urbanizados como centro de São Paulo por exemplo, sentem falta de decorações
naturais como as decorações com bambu, mas como fazer uma cerca de bambu para
decorar a varanda do meu apartamento? Como fazer uma cerca de bambu de modo que era
não conflita com as outras decorações da minha casa? A resposta para esse tipo de pergunta
é simples, depois que as pessoas descobriram que o bambu tem propriedades terapêuticas,
tanto é que as clínicas de tratamento, como as clínicas de acupuntura e até mesmo as clínicas
de estética corporal, usam o bambu como decoração e como meio tranquilizante para os
seus clientes, hoje em dia o bambu é muito usado nas grandes capitais, porque as pessoas
necessitam de ver algo natural e não querem ver somente cimento armado, além de tudo o
bambu alegra e decora ambiente onde ele é instalado.
O seu vizinho fica olhando para você dentro da sua casa?
Então mostraremos a você como fazer uma cerca de bambu para que ele não continue
olhando você nas melhores horas da sua vida.
Já sabemos que o bambu é de mil e uma utilidades, desde construir uma casa fazer as
divisórias decorativas numa sala,numa varanda ou no quarto, enfim, cercar com bambu o
quintal, é uma forma de se defender contra os olhos dos curiosos que querem saber da
nossa vida quando estamos distraídos nos afazeres da nossa casa,podemos então dar uma
ótima ideia para você que está passando por esse problema, fazer um muro de bambu em
cima do seu muro de alvenaria, isso vai decorar a sua casa, vai servir como um jardim
suspenso para você pendurar algumas flores, ou para colocar algumas trepadeiras para
decorar este muro de bambu.
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Precisa de uma forcinha na hora de escolher as suas decorações com bambu aí na sua casa?
Então agora que você já sabe onde comprar cerca de bambu para jardim, ou para fazer a
extensão do seu muro, você pode contar com a nossa criatividade e pedir para um artesão
fazer uma visita aí na comodidade da sua casa, ele vai levar amostra de bambu para você
escolher a cor o tipo de bambu que mais te agrada, as formas e os formatos do projeto que
você tem mente, aproveite e tire todas as suas dúvidas de como fazer uma cerca de bambu
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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 33
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Part 33.1: Sex As a Weapon
Friday, September 1st, 1989
"Fuck, right there, Eds. I'm gonna cum..." You moan as Eddie rams his cock into your pussy in the shower of your new apartment. You've got your legs wrapped around his waist and your back against the wall, clinging to him for dear life as you wait for your orgasm to take hold.
You'd spent your first night here together last night, making a pile of sleeping bags and blankets in the living room since you haven't been able to buy a mattress yet. You've brought over all the gifts you received at the party you threw, and boxes of your other belongings are piled high in the bedroom and other living spaces. Arwen has made her new home here as well, her litter box set up in the bathroom and food and water bowls in the kitchen. She's adjusting well already, having made your nest of random bedding into her napping spot.
You still have a lot to do in order to consider this move a success, there's more things to buy and unpack, not to mention you need groceries and cleaning supplies of your own. There's only so much you can get away with taking from your mother's house. But you'll get there, one step at a time. Right now, though, you're focused on getting off with your boyfriend for the first time in days.
"C'mon, sweetheart. Let it all go for me. I've missed that pretty face you make." Eddie says lowly, watching your expression twist in pleasure as you're about to lose control. He holds onto your thighs with all his might, thrusting you hard into the tiles. He's right on the edge with you, his stomach tightening. He's been craving this for days, unable to think about anything other than your perfect pussy.
"FUCK!" You cry out, keeping your eyes locked on his as you cum. Your insides clamp and pulse around his dick, bringing him down with you when you soak him in a flood of arousal.
"God...dammit." He murmurs, the words barely able to escape him. His hips buck into you recklessly, his load coating your walls in thick spurts of white. Your thighs tremble as you ride this out, and many uncontrollable moans and gasps leave your lips. "Jesus." Eddie pants, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder. He continues to hold you up until you've both calmed down, and he presses a light kiss to your wet skin. "I've definitely missed that." He says, still catching his breath.
"So have I, love. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I swear, I was gonna burst if we waited much longer." You reply, patting his shoulders for him to pull out and put you down. He takes the hint, lifting his head up to watch carefully so he doesn't drop you. He slowly pulls his cock out of your spent cunt, the both of you groaning quietly at the loss. If you didn't have a shift at the theater in an hour, you'd probably go for another round. He sets you on your own two feet, and you give him a gentle kiss before pulling away entirely. You still have all your washing up to do, and you're definitely going to need a decent breakfast after your activities.
"Oh, I know, princess. You could hardly keep yourself from staring at me at work all week. I'm surprised I didn't catch cold from you undressing me with your eyes!" Eddie laughs, reaching for the shampoo he'd brought from the trailer last night.
"Oh, please. Like you weren't making 'fuck me' eyes right back at me the entire time!" You retort, jabbing him in the ribs with your elbow as he rubs in his lather.
"Ow! Be nice!" He yelps in faux-agony.
"Or what?" You ask in a dangerous tone. Eddie looks at you a moment, before grinning ear to ear. Little fucker.
"Or else, I'll get on my knees, and eat that pretty little pussy of yours until you're begging me to stop." He answers, every last word absolutely dripping with lust. And given how hard and fast your desperate morning fucking was, you know full well that he means it.
"Don't threaten me with a good time, Eddie." You giggle, shaking your head at his filthy mouth. You pick up your own shampoo bottle, squirting some of the fruit-scented liquid into your palm.
"You're lucky Biggs would have our heads for being late, babydoll." Eddie smirks, letting your brattiness slide. For now.
You finish washing up, refraining from touching or kissing each other, challenging as that is. You're very grateful that this new shower of yours is more spacious than the others you've been intimate with Eddie in. It'll keep you from brushing up against each other, and inevitably losing focus on the task at hand. Once you're all clean, you get dressed and say goodbye to Arwen for the day before heading downstairs to the parking lot. You hop in the van, and get some drive-thru, scarfing it down ravenously on the way to the theater.
The second you arrive, you notice Murray standing in the lobby, waiting for you. "Hey, you two. You got a minute?" He asks, straightening out his tie as he speaks.
"Uh, yeah. We can talk in the office." You answer, pointing out the door to the breakroom to your right. You walk past Jamie and Mr. Biggs on the way, though they don't look surprised to see your lawyer coming into the back areas. "We'll be on the clock in a sec, Biggs. I hope that's alright." You address the old man, and he nods.
"That's fine, anything you need." He says, before instructing Jamie to head out to man the ticket booth. You, Murray, and Eddie go into the office, closing the door behind you.
"Okay, what's this about, Murray? Bad news?" You ask, already becoming anxious about what he might have to say. Did the case get thrown out? Did the Hagan's skip town, biding their time to escape after they unsurprisingly made bail shortly after their arrest?
"No, no. Nothing like that. I just want to remind you of the court date, and to make sure you're ready for this. I know we've practiced over and over, and you've both done great. But once this thing starts, it becomes real. And that can shake even the most level-headed people. I know you're both anxious about it, and I need you to understand how important it is that you stick to what we've worked on, and control your emotions." Murray explains, giving Eddie a pointed look at his final words.
"We know, Murray. You've made that more than perfectly clear." Eddie snips, putting his arm around your waist defensively.
"Look, I know I sound like a broken record here. But it is imperative that nothing goes wrong on our end. Otherwise, the case goes out the damn window, and the Hagans are free to keep tormenting you. And given how...zealous they've already proven themselves to be, imagine how much worse it's gonna get, now that you've pissed them off." Murray doesn't even pay Eddie's attitude any mind, he's far too grave to squabble about poor manners.
"We know what's expected of us, and we don't intend to screw it up. I'm more than aware of what Tommy is capable of, and I'm not letting that bastard walk after all he's done to me. I am not gonna be his victim anymore." You reply, your voice full of strength and resolve. You are going to do everything in your power to put Tommy and his awful father away. You refuse to back down, and you refuse to let your fear get the best of you.
"Okay, good. Keep that fire, Y/N. You're both going to need it. I'd better let you go, I'll see you again in a couple weeks. If you need anything, you've got my number at the hotel." He says, giving you a weak smile. He can see it in your eyes, you haven't been sleeping well. Probably nightmares, he guesses. It's very common so close to an upcoming trial, especially for someone like you. He only hopes Eddie is looking out for you, and that your anxious nature won't cause you to blow it.
"Sure thing. Thanks, Murray." You reply, and the man goes out the door, leaving you two in the office alone for a minute. "Well, that didn't make me nervous at all." You say sarcastically, letting out a shaky sigh. You cross your arms and bite your lip, your mind beginning to run amok inside your head.
"It's gonna be fine, babydoll. Murray wasn't trying to scare you, he just wants us to be ready. And we are. 'Kay?" Eddie says comfortingly, putting his hands on your shoulders. He rubs your arms, trying to bring you back to the outside world.
"I know that, Eds." You nod, though you still avoid his gaze. You don't want to think about all of this now, not when you're meant to be starting your shift.
"Sweetheart, look at me." He says, drawing your eyes to his. "It's gonna be fine. I promise. I'll be with you every step of the way, and so will all of our friends. I know you're scared, and so am I. But if we do our job, he won't be able to hurt you anymore." He speaks firmly, and calmly, doing his best to put you at ease. You play the iron-willed woman pretty well, but he knows you better than that. The dark circles under your eyes, the bad dreams you'd been having last night, the panic attack you had once he'd shaken you awake to bring you out of it. He's so worried about you, and he's sure things will only get worse as the trial draws closer every day. All he can do is dry your tears, and love you with all his might, in an effort to cancel out the horror playing out inside your head.
"I know, Eds. I'm trying to keep it together." You sigh, guessing Eddie's expressing concern over last night. You didn't want to think about that either, or even talk about it. He could barely get a word out of you when you started hyperventilating, and cowered in the corner of your apartment. You threw up in the kitchen sink once you could stand up, leaving you sweating and cold while Eddie tried to talk you down. You haven't had an attack this bad in months, and you dread having another one any time soon. Or worse yet, in the middle of the courtroom. You'll no doubt be labeled unreliable and unstable if that happens.
"I know you've got a lot on your plate, angel." Eddie pulls you into a hug, holding you close with his strong arms. You bury your head in his chest, taking some deep breaths to calm down. You've got a long shift waiting for you after you're done here, and you don't want to be fixating on all this bullshit the whole time. "I love you so much, Y/N. I swear, I'm always gonna be by your side through anything and everything." He coos, though he sounds sad and concerned in every word. You certainly don't blame him, you wouldn't be sure how to handle him if the roles were reversed. But he's trying his hardest, and that's all you can ask him to do.
"I love you too, Eddie. And I hope you know I'll never take your support for granted." You reply, muffled against his torso. Things have always been so hard for the two of you, and you've still managed to stick by each other through all of it. You know you can make it through this, too. All it takes is a bit of patience. You're going to kick this trial's ass, despite the very thought of going on the stand making you unbearably nervous. You let out a small sigh, squirming your head to look up at him now. "We'd better get to work, babe. It's gonna be a long day."
"Yeah, I figured as much. But I'll make it worth your while when we get home, princess." He smiles, giving you a gentle kiss before you go your separate ways for work.
Friday, September 15th, 1989
A couple of weeks later, you're walking towards the courthouse, holding Eddie's hand tightly as you ascend the steps. It's been a hell and a half to get to this point. Many sleepless nights, followed by even more anxious episodes. It's a miracle you've managed to keep your breakfast down today, and you still haven't stopped trembling from the attack you had before getting into the car when Mom picked you both up.
Your shoes click beneath your feet on the floor of the building once you make it inside, forming a chorus with those of Eddie, Murray, and your mother. Your little 'team' is dressed as professionally as you possibly can be, all pencil skirts, slacks, and blazers. You make your way to the courtroom, with Murray leading you through the bustling bodies grasping briefcases and stacks of files that zip about the lobby to various offices and Judge's chambers.
"You doin' okay, love?" Eddie asks quietly, speaking in your ear as you continue to walk. You're gripping his hand much harder than usual, like he's the only thing keeping you from slipping through a crack in the floor.
"Yeah. I'm fine." You answer shortly, lying through your teeth. You know damn well you shouldn't be doing that, but you can't get through this if you don't shut certain parts of yourself down. At the very least, while you're inside this behemoth of a building full of people you don't know.
"You're gonna do great, princess." Eddie says, letting you do whatever you need to get through this. He doesn't care for you hiding away again, but what's the alternative? If you don't keep yourself in one piece, this whole thing falls apart. You're just protecting yourself, he can understand that well enough. He squeezes your hand comfortingly, drawing your gaze to him. You exchange a small smile, both of you doing your very best to keep your shit together.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is." You freeze in place when a certain familiar voice pierces your eardrums. You don't want to look in the direction it came from, it'll only lead to trouble. But showing fear now will probably bite you in the ass later. You swivel around on your feet, facing the voice that came from behind you.
"Tommy." You address him dryly, finding him accompanied by his father and another man in a very expensive suit. He must be their lawyer. You probably shouldn't be talking to him at all, you know that. But he's started it, and it doesn't hurt to show him that you're much stronger than he anticipated.
"What do you want, Hagan?" Eddie asks, pulling you closer to him as he speaks. His arm goes around your waist, keeping your body safely pressed against his.
"Not much. I just want to wish you luck in there. You're definitely gonna need it. I'm sure this won't take long, and by the end, my old man and I will be walkin' outta here scott-free." Tommy replies in an arrogant tone. He's so confident that the trial will go his way, despite all the awful things he's done.
"Keep dreamin', asshole. No jury will let you off after all the shit you've pulled." Eddie bites back, and you put a hand on his chest to tell him to back off a little. Aggression will not work in your favor.
"We'll see about that, freak." Tommy smirks, flicking his eyes back to you. "And if things go our way, babygirl, I may just find it in my heart to take you back." He says smugly, licking his lips. His words make your stomach turn, your breakfast threatening to make a reappearance.
"Oh, please! I'm literally pressing charges against you, and you still think you have a chance? God, you're even more fucking deluded than I thought!" You laugh in disbelief, utterly shocked that he's somehow still chasing after your affections. But you know all he truly wants is to own you, to control you. And you refuse to let that happen.
"Alright, alright. Break it up, let's get in there. You shouldn't be talking to my clients, Mr. Hagan. And your counsel should damn well know better." Murray cuts in, thankfully calling this ridiculous conversation to an end. He narrows his eyes at the man, who Murray has told you goes by the name of Gary Keegan.
"My client was only trying to extend an olive branch. To perhaps prevent this unnecessary trial from taking place, Mr. Bauman." Gary sneers, patting Tommy on the shoulder to prompt him to follow in the other direction.
"Kinda defeats the purpose of hiring a leech like you, then. Doesn't it, Gary?" Murray yells back as Tommy's little group walks away. "God, I hate that pompous fucker. We'd better get inside, we're gonna be late." He ushers the three of you into the doors of the courtroom, leading you to your seats. You'll be called up to the stand when it's your turn. But for now, you'll sit in the back, while Murray sits at a table near the front of the room by himself.
You notice your friends and coworkers sitting around the room, and they give you little nods and waves when they see you. The only person missing is Dustin, who unfortunately can't be here. He's too busy settling in at Caltech, but he's prepared a written witness statement to be read for the court. So, he's still here for you in that small way. You lean into Eddie while you wait for the trial to start, needing him to be your rock at this moment. You're still trembling like a leaf, and you refuse to let his hand free from yours. Your palms are sweating profusely, but he doesn't seem to mind.
The Hagans and their lawyer come in shortly before the judge does, taking their seats at the table opposite Murray's. Tommy turns around in his chair, giving you a little wave with his fingers while grinning. Ugh, this asshole doesn't know when to quit. You gag at the sight of his freckle-smattered face, and this time, you don't think you can hold it in. You immediately drop Eddie's hand, standing up to quickly and inconspicuously get out of the room before you blow chunks everywhere.
"Y/N?" Eddie softly asks after you, wondering where you're off to. You wave him away, holding your other hand over your mouth. You rush toward the doors, pushing the heavy wood out of your path. You shuffle along the corridor to the nearest trash can, just barely making it before you feel the vomit spewing from your lips. You grip the sides of the can, burying your face to hide yourself away as best you can. You can feel multiple sets of eyes looking your way as you puke, and it's only making things worse. A firm hand comes to rest on your back, and you immediately recognize it from the thick rings on its fingers. Eddie. "It's alright, sweetheart. Just let it all out. You're gonna be okay." He coos, stroking you gently until you're eventually finished.
"I'm really not, Eds. I don't think I can do this." You sob, still hiding your face as you spit the remaining bile out of your mouth.
"Yes, you can." He insists, but you shake your head.
"I can't." You clench your teeth, your throat stinging from the stomach acid, and your tears. You stare down at your regurgitated pancakes, and the empty coffee cups and takeout boxes that sit beneath them. You can't let go of the trashcan, you can't look Eddie in the eye, and you can't go through with this trial today. Or maybe ever. You're not strong enough, even if you thought you were before. You're just a scared little girl again, and that's all anyone is going to see.
"You can, princess. You have to. Not for me, or to teach Tommy a lesson, or anything like that. You need to do this for yourself. To face your fears, and do what's right. I know you have it in you. You're so smart, strong, and brave." Eddie tries his best to set you straight, to help you realize that you have nothing to be so afraid of. You sigh, lifting yourself out of the garbage to face him. He takes hold of your hands, stroking them lovingly with his thumbs. "Look, if you really don't want to do this, we don't have to. But I think we both know that Tommy deserves to pay for what he's done. The choice is still ultimately yours, though." He finishes, giving you a meaningful look.
"You're right, Eds. It is my choice." You pause, seriously thinking it over, before nodding. "I can do this." You swallow hard, wincing at the sour taste on your tongue. Maybe Mom has a mint in her purse.
"That's my girl. C'mon, let's hope the judge isn't in yet." Eddie gives you a warm smile, and a light peck on the lips. You both go back inside, taking your places beside your mother just as the judge comes in. The bailiff orders you all to rise, announcing the 'Honorable Judge Virgil Thompson' who will be presiding over your case. A graying man in a long, black robe enters the room. He climbs up to his seat above the rest of you, getting himself comfortable before the trial begins. You're given permission to sit once again, thankful you no longer have to stand. You're feeling a little weak and dizzy, now that your stomach is empty. Eddie offers to get you some water, which you quietly nod in response to. He takes a little while to find some, but you're too spaced out to notice how long he's been gone until he eventually returns with a plastic cup.
You whisper your thanks, sipping slowly at the ice-cold water. Murray and Mr. Keegan finish their opening arguments, and it isn't long after that you're called to the stand. You knew you were going to be up first, Murray's told you so who knows how many times. "Shit." You mutter under your breath. You finish the rest of your drink, the cool liquid graciously calming your nerves and uneasy insides.
"You're gonna be okay, Y/N. We're all here for you." Eddie encourages you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He lets you go, a reassuring smile resting on his face. You walk up the small aisle toward the front of the courtroom, allowing the bailiff to escort you into the little box you're meant to sit in. You take a seat in the wooden chair, smoothing down your skirt and clearing your throat. You're sworn in, promising to answer every question directed at you as truthfully as possible. Murray gets up, and seeing his face calms you down even further. It's just like practice. You know what questions are coming, and how to answer them. I can do this.
Murray's line of questions goes exactly as you expect. He asks you about your history with Tommy, the aspects of your relationship, what came to pass between you these last few months. You answer him concisely, and with the utmost confidence. You're feeling good, if not a little tired. As simple as sitting in a chair and answering questions is in theory, this whole ordeal has made you consistently exhausted. You do your best to avoid Tommy's gaze, though he repeatedly attempts to catch your attention. Pouring water loudly into his glass from the pitcher on the table, dropping his lawyer's pen on the floor, scooting his chair across the floor too hard. He's trying to intimidate you, but he's an idiot if he thinks it's gonna work.
Next comes the thing you've been dreading the most. More than Tommy taking the stand and dragging both you and Eddie through the mud, more than the jury taking way too long to make a final decision, more than a potential mistrial. It's Gary's turn to ask you every nasty little thing he likes, within reason, in an attempt to discredit your claims against your ex. You swallow hard as Murray sits down and Mr. Keegan stands up to take his place. The man is middle-aged, with gray patches on the sides of his dark brown hair, dressed head to toe in the finest suit money can buy. You're not even sure where the Hagans would find a guy like this, outside of a slick procedural television show. He comes up as close to you as he possibly can, bearing an awfully smug grin, his overused aftershave burning your nostrils in his proximity.
As is expected, Gary goes to every deep dark corner one possibly can in a cross-examination. Murray ends up objecting quite a few times, most of which are thankfully sustained. The judge grows rather annoyed with Mr. Keegan throughout his questions, which helps you feel a bit better about putting yourself through all of this. The defense's strategy clearly isn't working, as Mr. Keegan just can't keep himself from becoming argumentative and badgering towards you. All it's doing is gaining you more sympathy with the jury, and it doesn't hurt that a couple anxious tears have fallen from your eyes every so often since you've been put up here.
Despite Gary's numerous efforts to break you down, you're quite composed and careful overall. Though every passing second up here feels like an eternity. You cannot wait to be finished, and to let the rest of the trial run its course. Because once you step down, it's out of your hands. And the thought of allowing the rest of the witnesses to speak for themselves, while you just sit back and watch sounds like such sweet relief for you.
"No further questions, your honor." Keegan says grumpily, finally signaling the end of your time on the stand. He's visibly upset that you did not give him the reactions he was fishing for, nor did his tricky phrasing cause you to slip up a single time. If things keep going this way, you have no chance of losing.
"Thank you, Ms. Henderson. You may step down." The judge says to you, and the bailiff holds the box open for you to step out. You nod up at the man, unsure if you should say anything to him, like a 'thank you'. But nobody tells you any different, so you just go back to your seat, the weight of today lifting away from your shoulders with every step. Tommy glares at you as you walk past, but you don't even meet his eyes. You just smile, knowing he'll see that he couldn't break you, no matter how sleazy his lawyer is.
"Great job, sweetheart." Eddie says once you return to his side.
"You did so well, sugarpuff. I'm proud of you standing up for yourself." Mom adds, reaching over Eddie to take your hand.
"Thanks, that shit was harder than I thought it would be." You sigh in relief, leaning your head onto your love's shoulder.
The remainder of this day in court is spent working through a few more witnesses, all of which support your side in the best possible way. Everyone knows what they have to do to help you. Tell the truth, and what they have seen happen between you and Tommy to corroborate your claims. The court hears from Robin, Steve, Jamie, and Mr. Biggs, as well as Dustin's written statement. You never realized just how long court actually takes, or how unbelievably boring it can be, even though this whole thing pertains to you personally.
After what feels like an eternity, and you've almost dozed off a few times, the judge calls for a weekend recess. The trial will resume on Monday, with Eddie taking the stand first thing. The jury clears out, as well as the judge. Everyone else slowly files out, and Murray meets back up with you once you're in the busy halls once again.
"You did great in there, Y/N. I think we're looking pretty good right now." Murray says with a grin. He's very pleased with how today has transpired, though he's particularly ecstatic about Gary making an absolute ass of himself. That cocky bastard never learns his lesson, one can only get away with being that sleazy when a win for the defense is a sure thing.
"Thanks, Murray. I really appreciate all your help." You reply while leaning into Eddie to stay upright. You need food, and fast.
"Please, I'm just doin' my job." Bauman chuckles. "I'll see you all on Monday. Have a good weekend." He says.
"You too, man." Eddie says with a smile. Murray walks away towards the parking lot to locate his car. He needs a stiff drink after all the work he's put in today.
"Well, who's up for Denny's?" Mom asks, practically reading your mind. You've been passively thinking about food periodically throughout the trial, your mind following the imaginary scent of sizzling burgers and melty cheese. You want fat, and grease, and salt more than you ever have before. Your mouth waters at revisiting the thought.
"Yes, please." You and Eddie say at the same time. Mom laughs at your hunger-ridden expressions, and you all leave the courthouse without another word. You pile into the car, making the quickest route to the restaurant. A waiter quickly seats you once you arrive, and you immediately pick up your menu once you've sat down.
"So, how's the new apartment treating you?" Mom asks, her eyes trained on the different flavors of French toast.
"It's great! I've gotta call Angie and thank her for the new mattress. Sleeping on the floor was starting to kill our backs." You answer happily. You were surprised to come home the other day to see a delivery truck from the Serta store outside your apartment building, with two bulging men attempting to deliver a queen mattress and box spring to your unit. You saw on the receipt that it was ordered and paid for by Angie, and you knew immediately that Mom must have told her about your big news. You hope you'll get to see her and the kids over the holidays or something, it's been a while since you've seen them last.
"Best make sure you do. I've spent too many years teaching you proper manners, sugarpuff." She says, somewhat lecture-like.
"I know, Mom. I wouldn't dare besmirch the mountains of wisdom you've bestowed upon me." You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes a little.
"Cool it with the fifty-cent words, Y/N. There's no need to have an attitude." Mom replies sternly.
"Be nice to your mother, princess. Or I can tell her how much fun we had breaking in that nice new bed of ours." Eddie chimes in, making Mom giggle at his toying words.
"Ugh, stop ganging up on me! I had to sit through hours of absolute torture today." You whine, utterly annoyed at these two finding pleasure in pushing your buttons. You love them both to death, but it's no girl's dream to have her boyfriend and her mother on the same side.
"I'm just kidding, sweetheart. You know that. I also know you get pretty damn grumpy when you're hungry." Eddie chuckles, pulling you into him to press a kiss to your forehead. He's only playing around, though he understands you're probably not in the mood for it. "We'll get some food in you soon, 'kay?" He says sweetly, and you nod, forcing yourself to relax a little. The trial is done until Monday, so you don't have to worry about it right now. The waiter comes around to take your order a moment later, and you rattle off what you want, wasting no time at all in setting your meal in motion.
"So, what's it like having the house all to yourself, Mom?" You ask your own question now. You do wonder how she's holding up, you're not sure she'll adjust well to being an empty-nester.
"Oh, you know, it's..." She pauses, putting her hands up as she isn't sure what to say. "It's different, I guess." She adds, though you can see she's not exactly ecstatic about it. You don't say anything else, waiting for her to possibly clarify herself. "It's quiet, that's for sure." She laughs wryly, almost tearing up.
"Oh, Mom. I'm sorry." You say sadly, reaching your hand across the table to rest on hers.
"No, no. It's fine." She sniffles, shaking her head. "I knew the day would come, where you and Dusty would go out on your own." She pulls away from you, digging in her purse for a tissue. She finds a crumpled up one, unfurling it and raising it to her eyes. "It's an adjustment. That's all." She insists, dabbing away the tears that have welled up in her ducts.
"Well, we could have dinner together once a week, if you want. Wayne could come, too. It could be our new family thing." Eddie suggests, taking you by surprise. He hasn't brought up his uncle much these last few weeks. You suppose he's been more focused on keeping you sane, which you feel a bit guilty about now.
"That would be wonderful, Eddie. Thank you." Mom gives him a warm smile, trying her best not to start crying again. You've really picked a good one with Eddie, she thinks he's perfect for you.
"It's the least we can do." Eddie smiles back at her, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer. He's been by your side all day long, and yet, he's still missed you terribly. You've kinda been in your own little world lately, he doesn't blame you in the slightest. It's nice to have you back on the ground, though. Safe and warm in his arms, sharing a nice meal with him and your mother after an unbelievably long day. He certainly hopes the weekend allows you to come back to him even more, with less bad dreams and panic attacks getting in the way.
"How's Wayne been doing?" Mom asks after blowing her nose and tossing her used tissue back in her bag.
"He's been alright. I haven't been talking to him as much as I'd like, I've been so focused on the move and the trial. But the meds are working really well for him, he hasn't had any more episodes." Eddie explains, his voice bittersweet. He's so happy to be living with you, finally stepping all the way into the waters of adulthood. But he feels bad that Wayne is all alone in the trailer now, his uncle isn't exactly a social butterfly.
"Well, I'm glad he's feeling better. And I'm sure he'll love your idea, Eddie." Mom says kindly, just as your food arrives at the table.
The three of you dig in, the conversation falling to the wayside. Your mind can honestly only focus on one thing at a time at this point, after listening to endless droning and questions for hours on end. You gradually perk up with every bite you swallow. It feels so damn good to have some food in your belly again. It doesn't take long for your plates to become completely empty, and the waiter brings the check around shortly after. Mom drives you and Eddie home, giving you both a tight hug in the parking lot before you head upstairs.
"Goodnight, kiddos. I'll be around again on Monday to pick you up." Mom says, pulling away from your squeezing embrace.
"Night, Mom. See you then. Drive safe." You reply, very much looking forward to falling into your bed once she leaves. Your feet are killing you in these stupid heels you've been wearing all day.
"Night, Claudia. Thanks for dinner." Eddie adds. Mom gets back in her car, pulling out of the lot to leave you two alone. "C'mon, babydoll. Let's get upstairs." He says softly, leading you by the hand to your apartment. He puts his key in the lock once you reach your unit, and you walk ahead of him to get inside. Arwen comes to you immediately, meowing loudly while weaving between your legs as you walk.
"Hey, Arwen. We missed you." You coo to her, stopping to pick her up into your arms. She's pretty much fully grown now, so she's a bit heavy to hold compared to how she was as a kitten. You cradle her close to your chest, stroking her ears the way she likes. She melts into you, purring loudly. You continue walking toward the bedroom with Arwen in your arms, with Eddie following close behind. You put the cat down on the bed so you can change out of these stuffy clothes, going to the closet to hang it all up as you take it off. Eddie comes up behind you, his hands finding your waist, and his lips softly locating your neck.
"I forgot to tell you how sexy you look in these clothes, princess." He says lowly, gently bringing your hips back into him, where you can feel a distinctive bulge in his slacks pressing into your ass.
"You look pretty damn good yourself, Eds. Gives me an idea of what you'll look like at Nancy and Jonathan's wedding." You reply with a smile, unbuttoning your blazer, and then your blouse underneath. His teeth latch onto your throat once the top button of your shirt is undone, which would cause you to moan if you weren't so tired. "Eddie, not tonight." You say, sounding so very disappointed in yourself for turning down sex.
"Baby, please? I've missed you all day." He politely insists, soothing the hickey he's left on you with his tongue.
"We were in the same room the whole time, love." You retort, though his warm, wet mouth is feeling pretty damn good right now.
"You know what I mean, Y/N." He says seriously, turning you around in his grip to face him. He's not wearing that usual sly expression he does when he's trying to seduce you, he actually looks quite sad.
"I know." You nod, realizing how far away you've kept yourself from him today. You've been by his side the whole time, but it felt like millions of miles between you. "I'm sorry." You add with a sigh, pausing your undressing to put your hands on his shoulders.
"It's okay, babydoll." He gives you a small smile. "You know...I can do all the work if you want." That signature smirk returns to his lips, tempting you to give him anything he wants.
"Eddie, I love you. But I'm exhausted. I can't imagine I'd be very fun right now." You answer, though you can't help feeling guilty for telling him no.
"That's okay. Can I at least get a kiss?" He asks innocently.
"I think I can manage that." You giggle, bringing your face closer to his. Your lips meet, and his tongue immediately worms its way into your mouth. You moan quietly at him exploring you the way he always does. The way that makes your knees go weak without fail. His hands venture downwards, grabbing your ass roughly. As nice as this all is, you don't think Eddie is exactly listening right now. You know it's been hard for him these last few days, you've barely had any time for yourselves with how busy you've been. "Eddie." You pull away, giving him a warning look. You can tell he's pushing your buttons, pulling out the tricks to make you cave.
"Please." Eddie begs, raising a hand to cup your cheek. He knows he should give it a rest, you've already rejected him twice. But he wants you so badly, and to help you feel better after the rough day you've had. He's also been feeling rather frustrated lately, all the stress has been getting to him more than he thought it would. He can sense it in you, too. The underlying aggravation bubbling to the surface. You've been short-tempered and moody, and crying a lot. You both need this, he can feel it.
"Fine! Since you can't take 'no' for an answer. Take off your clothes and lay the fuck down." You nearly shout, maybe playing rough with him can ease the intense anger you're feeling at this moment. You squirm out of Eddie's hold, almost scowling at him as you do so. You turn away, continuing to undress. You frustratingly take off your jacket and blouse, haphazardly hanging them up in the closet. You kick your shoes off, and unzip your skirt.
"We don't have to do this if一" Eddie starts to apologize, realizing he's overstepped this time. He wasn't meaning to disrespect your wishes, or make you upset with him.
"Just shut up and do what I asked." You cut him off. He wants this so bad? Then he's sure as shit gonna get it.
"Okay." Eddie says softly, undoing his necktie.
You don't dare look at Eddie as he undresses, you just might slap him for pressing you on this. You don't really understand why you're doing this at all, you should've kept strong and said ‘no’ a third time. But you didn't. Because as much as he's pissed me off, I actually want to fuck his brains out. Having him inside me feels like the answer, the one way to bring me back down to earth. You sigh at your own thought, shoving your skirt and stockings down your legs to get them off. You hang up the skirt, leaving the pantyhose on the floor for now. You face Eddie once more, finding him completely nude on the bed, his cock stiff and already leaking precum. You climb onto the mattress, and straddle his thighs. You reach over to the bedside table to pick up the handcuffs resting there. "Hands up." You order, your eyes piercing his with lustful rage.
He does as you ask, lifting his hands together above his head. You click the cuffs in place, a little too tight. "Shit." Eddie hisses.
"You've been a bad boy, Eddie." You say flatly, almost glaring at him as he lays underneath you. He gazes up at you in fear, wondering how rough you're going to be with him. You grab hold of his mouth, squishing his lips together. "Say it." You command, getting a little wet at the power you're exerting over him.
"I've been a bad boy, sweetheart." Eddie answers as best he can within your grip, his cock twitching at how dominant you are. His heart pounds inside his chest, curious what your next move is going to be.
"That's right. You didn't listen to me when I said no, did you?" You question him sternly, reaching your free hand down between your bodies to take hold of his cock. He groans at the sensation, which hitches up into a whine when you squeeze him a tad too hard. "Answer me!" You shout in his face, making him flinch.
"I-I didn't listen. I'm sorry." Eddie stutters, becoming simultaneously more afraid of 一and turned on by一 you with every passing second.
"Have you learned your lesson, baby?" You ask darkly, eating up every pathetic expression and noise he makes. He's completely at your mercy, and you can tell by his dick dripping onto your hand that he's enjoying his punishment. He nods at you, but he needs to use his words. "HAVE YOU?" You shout again as you dig your nails into his shaft a bit, just enough to get him to cooperate. Your pussy throbs at the perfect little cry of pain he emits in response.
"Fuck! I've learned my lesson, Y/N! I swear! I'll never disobey you again!" He practically spews the words out, wanting the sting of your nails in his cock to stop. You let him free from the vice that is your angered hand, and he sighs in relief. "Jesus christ." He breathes, he's really set you off this time.
"Good boy." You coo, lowering yourself over him to give him a hungry kiss. Your lips mash harshly against his, your tongue quickly defeating his own for dominance. While you attempt to devour him with your mouth, you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra. It comes undone easily in your hand, and you clumsily slip the straps down your shoulders to toss it away. You carefully bite down on Eddie's tongue, making him gasp against you. You lift yourself up on your knees, having to end the kiss to maintain your balance. You pull off your panties, letting him see how wet you are. Your arousal glistens in the lamplight, making his eyes widen.
"Can I taste you, baby?" Eddie asks with need, licking his lips at your delicious pussy on display.
"Sure." You answer with a mischievous grin. But instead of positioning your cunt over his face, you look down at your damp panties that are still clutched within your hand. You give him a smug look, and bring the silken fabric up to his lips. "Open that pretty mouth for me, Eds." You command, still smiling so unbelievably wide. He doesn't know how to respond, but his mouth opens up to accept your underwear inside it just the same. You shove them past his lips in a big bunch, making him gag.
"Mm." He tries his best not to choke, his saliva wetting the fabric even more then you already have. He gets a small taste of your sweet nectar, but it's not nearly enough.
"How's that taste?" You ask teasingly, earning a glare from him. "I'd watch the attitude if I were you." You warn him once more, but the fire burning in your eyes tells him it's his final one. He sighs, giving you a sorry look and a nod. "That's better. Now, I'm gonna take my time with you. I think it's only fair that we do things my way, since you can't behave yourself." You speak to him, a very one-sided conversation. It's more like you're talking at him. There will be no negotiation, no input from Eddie whatsoever. You're going to use him how you want to, and he's going to lay there and take it.
You lean over for the small drawer in the nightstand, pulling the little knob to open it. You take a look inside at your collection of toys, settling on the vibrator Eddie bought you for one of your anniversaries. Stiff, silver plastic, with a black base where the battery goes. It's simple, but very effective with its singular speed setting. You pick it up, showing it to Eddie as you scoot backwards to the other end of the bed. "Mmm." Eddie tries to speak through the panties in his mouth, begging for you to let him loose so he can show you just how sorry he is. But it's no use.
"Sorry, Eds. You're just gonna have to wait." You say simply, shrugging your shoulders. You position yourself on the edge of the mattress, and spread your legs nice and wide. This way, he can see everything, while being unable to do anything about it. He moans at the sight of your dripping pussy, as well as your gorgeous body positioned for his viewing pleasure. Or is it torture?
You twist the bottom of the vibrator, and it buzzes to life. You turn it downwards in your hand, bringing the slightly pointed end toward your cunt. The tip of the toy brushes over your clit, making your thighs jolt at the powerful stimulation. "Fuck." You gasp. You focus your gaze between your legs, and purposely press the toy against your sensitive bud. You moan loudly, eyes falling shut for a moment. It feels so good, and you're getting extremely wet already. You open your eyes again, finding Eddie staring you down. He's watching your every move, his dick unbearably hard. "Do you wish it was you making me feel this good, love?" You ask, slowly moving the toy up and down your slit.
"Mhm." Eddie replies, nodding his head.
"Mmm, so do I, baby." You whimper, sliding the vibrator inside your throbbing hole. "Oh my god...Eddie." You whine his name, unable to help yourself. You've been trying to punish him, but your desire is starting to overwhelm your mind. You pump the toy in and out of yourself at a careful pace. You let Eddie hear all your needy moans and curses, occasionally looking to see how much more red the tip of his cock has become. The delicious vibrations fill you up completely, your insides twisting to form a writhing ball of bliss.
"Mmmf." Eddie mumbles, the fabric of your panties completely soaked through with his spit now. He's struggling to keep them from going down his throat, or getting stuck to the roof of his mouth.
"Do you want me to take the gag out, Eddie?" You ask, pausing your self-pleasure for a moment. He nods frantically, and you sigh. "Alright, but you better behave yourself." You pull the vibrator out of your cunt, and crawl over to take the panties out of his mouth. You toss them on the floor, and Eddie swallows hard.
"Thank you. I almost swallowed those." He says, very grateful that you didn't let him choke to death.
"And what a shame that would be." You reply flatly, returning to your previous position. You resume your actions, wasting no time in pushing the vibrator back into your slick pussy. "Shit." Your walls throb around the plastic, eating up the powerful buzz.
"Are you enjoying yourself, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, drawing your eyes to his again.
"Yes." You sigh blissfully, picking up the pace a little. A loud moan escapes your lips, making Eddie's cock twitch again. Every sound you make drives him insane. He's so goddamn hard, he might just explode. He wants to feel your lips around him, or be buried deep inside you. But your persistence in getting yourself off tells him he's not receiving anything of the sort for quite some time.
"I can see how wet you are, baby. Fuck, I wish I could touch you." He says desperately, his mouth watering at the drips of arousal spilling out of you with every thrust of the vibrator.
"You should've thought of that before ignoring my wishes, love." You reply, keeping his gaze. His words draw you closer to the edge, your heart recognizing that unbelievably horny and adoring tone of his that you love so much.
"I know, angel." He says apologetically, his eyes flicking downward.
"Look at me, Eds." You command softly. He does as you ask, and you give him a small smile. "Talk to me, baby. Help me cum." You speak lovingly, requesting his assistance. You can't possibly stay mad at him, not when he's so genuinely sorry for what he did.
"Gettin' close already, princess?" He asks, a light smirk forming on his face. He keeps himself in check, still following your orders. He messed up, and he'll gladly pay the price to make it right.
"Uh-huh, it feels so good." You whimper, pulling the toy out of your pussy to focus on your clit a little more.
"I know it does, baby. I can tell by those beautiful noises you're making." Eddie speaks sweetly, admiring your shallow breaths and twitching thighs. You're so close, and he can't wait to see you make a big mess. "Can you come here, sweetheart?" He asks politely, as an interesting idea has popped into his head.
"Why?" You question, a little too focused on your oncoming orgasm to think about moving.
"I want you to cum on my face. Please?" He pleads as you're just about to lose it.
"Okay. Since you asked nicely." You grin, scrambling over to kneel your pussy directly above him. You keep the vibrator at work on your bundle of nerves along the way, hitting some very nice angles as you do so. "Fuck, I'm so close, Eds." You moan, peering down at him in this position. He takes you all in, and you're the most wonderful thing he's ever seen. Your glistening cunt just inches away from his hungry mouth, the toy you're clutching in your palm to stimulate your clit. Your free hand grasping the headboard to keep yourself upright, and your beautiful face twisting in ecstasy while you let out such vulgar noises.
"That's it, babydoll. Damn, you're absolutely perfect." He coos lustfully, wishing he could stroke your thighs, or bury his head between your legs. But he'll be a good boy for you and wait his turn.
"Oh, god...I'm almost there, Eds." You whine, the waves of pleasure rolling over you in preparation for the oncoming tsunami.
"C'mon, sweetheart. Make a mess all over me." Eddie encourages you as best he can, eagerly awaiting the taste of you on his tongue.
"You're such a filthy boy, baby. So desperate to taste my cum." You chuckle through your moans.
"Only for you, princess. I love being your little cum-slut." He doesn't fully register what he's saying, but he doesn't really care. He's too needy for some semblance of contact.
"You'd better open wide then, Eddie. FUCK!" You cry out as you lose control, your eyes rolling back into your skull. Your thighs tremble, and your nails dig into the headboard. A gush of juices rushes from your pussy, splashing loudly onto Eddie's face.
"Holy shit." The warm liquid covers him entirely, running down his neck and chest and soaking his hair. He tries to swallow what he can, but most of it goes everywhere but his thirsty lips. Despite not getting his fill, what he does get is more than enough to make him blow his load. His cock has been aching and dripping all over the place since you started this little game, and having you drench him has finally sent him over the edge. He gasps quietly, his hips jolting upwards as his cum spurts out in thick ropes that land on his stomach and thighs.
You move the vibrator away from your pussy, twisting the bottom to shut it off before dropping it on the bed. "Jesus christ." You pant, struggling to continue kneeling above Eddie as your high subsides. You gaze down at him, finding him completely covered in your release with a massive smile on his face. "I take it you had fun?" You ask, noticing he's looking a little...extra happy.
"I did, princess. I always do when I'm with you." Eddie answers sweetly.
"You came, didn't you?" You question accusingly.
"Well, you didn't tell me not to." He shrugs.
"I don't suppose I did. Looks like we won't have to keep going, then." You get down off the bed, calling an end to your playtime. You weren't going to leave Eddie hanging, but you see no real reason to continue. You both got what you needed, so you're done. You dig around for the keys to the handcuffs, and let Eddie out once you find them. "I'm gonna take a shower." You say flatly, heading for the door.
"Yeah, we should definitely clean up." He adds casually, standing up to follow you. You stop in your tracks, turning around to face him.
"No." You shake your head. "I'm gonna shower alone." You insist, and the hurt reads all over Eddie's face.
"Baby, I一" He starts. You don't even know what he's going to try to say, but you don't want to hear it.
"Just stop, Eddie. Please." You step closer to him, taking hold of his hands for a moment. You look deep into his eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. You need him to hear this, because you're only going to say it once. Once. "Look, I know you didn't mean to pressure me, Eddie. I know you don't have any bad intentions towards me, alright?" You pause, needing him to understand you aren't thinking poorly of him. "But when I say 'no', I fucking mean it. It does not mean that you ask me again. It does not mean I need you to convince me. Even though I wanted this, I still said no. Because I've had a shit day, and I'm fucking exhausted. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Y/N. I'm so sorry." Eddie says sadly, nodding his head while choking back tears.
"Good. And if you ever do that again, you will lose me. No more chances." You drop his hands without another word, resuming your path to the bathroom. You close and lock the door behind you, needing to shut the world out for a moment. You know Eddie won't try to bother you when you said you need to be alone. It's just an extra measure to help you feel safe. You go to the shower to turn on the faucet, and sit on the toilet while you wait for the water to warm up.
You space out for a bit, not even realizing you're crying until you see the small puddle of tears forming below you on the tile floor. You're feeling...strange. Like you're sad, and angry, and ashamed of yourself. You never thought Eddie would push you like this, you feel betrayed. You know he didn't mean it like that, he's just so used to you melting right into him every single time. He made a mistake, and he's probably beating himself up about it right now.
Despite all of this, you can't help being reminded of how Tommy used to do this to you. He'd beg over and over, not hearing your numerous answers of 'no'. He'd paw at you endlessly, regardless of how many times you'd swat his hands away. And at worst, he'd get angry and push you against the wall, demanding you give him what he wants. It always felt like the final opportunity to willingly give it, before he'd take it for himself. So you did the only thing you could to have some semblance of control. You caved, you let him in. And the entire time, you were just waiting for it to be over, keeping yourself somewhere far away so you didn't have to see or feel any of it. You suppose it's a good thing Tommy didn't have nearly as much stamina as Eddie does, it made things far easier to disassociate from.
You sob as quietly as you can, stepping into the hot water to wash this all away. You try to calm yourself down as the water soaks your expended body, Eddie will worry if he sees that you've been crying. You can never tell him any of the things you've been thinking about just now. It'll crush him to hear that in this one unfortunate misstep, he became your awful ex.
Part 33.2: Cover Me
Saturday, August 16th, 1989
"Sweetheart, you've gotta get out of bed." Eddie says softly, shaking your shoulder through the thick comforter. It's almost noon on Saturday morning, and you refuse to get up. He's usually all for staying in bed and cuddling, but he hasn't even gotten that. You barely said another word to him after you finished your shower last night, and you've curled up on your side of the bed with your back to him all night. No goodnight kiss, no spooning. Nothing. He knows you're awake, because every time he tries to take the blanket off of you, you snatch it right up again and bury yourself deeper into it.
"Just leave me alone. I don't feel good." You say finally. You've been avoiding saying anything to him at all, for fear of breaking down entirely.
"Can I get you anything, princess? I can make you some soup or something." He offers, wishing he knew what was wrong. Sure, he knows he royally fucked up last night. But he thought it was resolved once you'd laid it all out for him.
"No." You manage to squeak out the word, a fresh batch of tears breaking free from your eyes. You can't hold yourself back anymore, you've already staved off many bouts of sobbing throughout the night for fear of waking him up. Your body shakes as muted cries fall from you, and the facade is shattered away.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Eddie asks, unsure what to do. He didn't mean to make you so upset. He didn't mean to hurt you. He feels awful, and he wants to make it all better. He'll do anything to understand. He climbs back in bed, carefully rolling you over onto your back to look at him. He expects to find your face, but he's met instead with your hands bunching the blanket to continue hiding yourself away. "You're scaring me, princess. I dunno what's wrong. Just一 please, talk to me."
"I can't, Eddie. You don't understand." You sob, clutching the covers with all your might as he tries to pry them away. You don't want to do this. You just want to be left alone.
"But I want to understand, Y/N. I can't do that if you don't tell me what the problem is." He insists, choking back his own tears. His heart aches with worry for you, you've never been this bad before. You're completely shutting down, breaking into teeny tiny pieces. And he's unsure if he'll be able to put you back together this time.
"I can't do it, Eddie. I don't want you to feel bad, or to hate me. Please don't make me do this." You cry harder than you ever have before, desperately wanting this all to go away. You want to take back the awful thoughts that have plagued your mind all night. You want to take back the mental comparison you made between Eddie and Tommy. You wish so badly to just go back to normal and pretend it never happened.
"Y/N, I promise I could never hate you. Please, talk to me. I can handle it, whatever it is." Eddie begs, a couple stray tears rolling down his cheeks. You've never sounded this distressed, so...terrified to tell him what's making you so upset. He's becoming a little afraid of what you might say, but he won't rest until he fixes this. He stops tugging on the blankets, and carefully lays down beside you on the bed. He gently wraps his arms around your cocooned body, pulling you closer to let you know that you're safe with him. "Please, baby. I love you so much, I just want to help you." He sniffles, and your heart sinks at the sadness in his voice. Now you've made him cry, and you haven't even said the awful, terrible thing yet. "Please." He whispers, his breath stuttering as he waits for you to answer him.
"Okay." You blubber, though you truly don't want to do this. Your stomach is doing somersaults, unsettled by your strenuous sobs. You slowly, painfully tell Eddie about how his actions last night reminded you of Tommy. You stay hidden in the blanket as you speak, unable to look him in the eye. You can only imagine the pained expressions on his face, which makes you feel sick.
Eddie doesn't say anything, listening in shock as you liken him to that disgusting asshole. Part of him wants to be angry at you for saying these things, part of him wants to scream and shout about how he would never treat you the way Tommy did. But the sheer agony in your tone as you admit these things to him, how much it must kill you to even think and feel them at all...he realizes that you're right. He pushed you, when he shouldn't have. He ignored your wishes, putting his wants over your needs. In his stupid, selfish moment, he was no better than Tommy fucking Hagan. And that thought makes him wish he could take it all back, or go back in time and kick his own ass for making you feel this way. He sits in silence for a moment once you're finished, soaking in every last word.
"Fuck, Y/N. I'm so fucking sorry." He says finally, fully breaking down. He squeezes you tight, burying his head against your blanket-clothed neck. "I swear I'll never make you feel like that again, baby. I promise. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He's almost babbling now, heartfelt apologies pouring out of him uncontrollably. His body shudders against your own, the two of you now trembling together in a bundle of limbs.
"Eddie..." You start, trying to wriggle your head out of your defensive nest. You manage to get your face free, speaking again. "Eddie, it's okay." Your words draw his head up to look at you. You spend a moment gazing at each other, finding red, splotchy skin and wet, puffy eyes, as well as trembling lower lips. You're both a complete mess. "I know you didn't mean to make me feel that way, love." You say as sweetly as you can, still crying so hard that your throat hurts.
"But I should've listened to you, Y/N. And I'm sorry that I didn't. I'm a total asshole for that." He replies, just as broken apart as you.
"It was a mistake, Eds. You know better now. And as much as this has sucked, I'm glad I told you how I felt about it." You say, trying your best to calm yourself down.
"I'm glad you did too, sweetheart. I don't ever want you to hide when you're hurting. Even if I'm the reason for it." He gives you a weak smile, leaning in to give you a kiss. You happily take it, letting the sadness slowly wash away as his lips move in sync with yours. He pulls away after a moment, the both of you sharing a loving glance. "You know, you're pretty adorable wrapped up in a blanket like this. Well, besides the tears." He chuckles, wiping his face and yours.
"Really?" You ask with a giggle.
"Yeah, you're like a cute little caterpillar." He teases, finding amusement in how silly you look with nothing but your face poking out of the bundle you're currently encased in.
"Ugh, you're such a dork sometimes!" You laugh, wriggling against him to somehow get even closer to him than you already are.
"Says the one resembling an insect!" He retorts with a cheeky grin. You stick your tongue out at him, having nothing better to reply with. "Better put that back in your mouth, sweetheart." He warns.
"Or what?" You egg him on, which probably isn't the best move considering you're trapped in his grasp.
"Or I might just bite it off!" He chomps his teeth dramatically, lowering his head to bite at the blanket while making goofy growling noises.
"Eddie! Quit it! You're being ridiculous!" You squeal in delight, giggling as he playfully nips at every part of your head through the covers. "Eddie! Ah!" He continues on, biting away until you're both red in the face from laughter.
"You hungry, angel?" Eddie asks once you both calm down. It's so weird, you started off this day so sad, and now you're playing around together like you usually do.
"Mmm, yes. Starving." You answer, your stomach growling at the idea of food.
"Well, c'mon then. No more sulking in bed for you." He stops holding you, instead pulling the blanket open to reveal your sweat-soaked body. All the crying and laughing has left you overheated, along with Eddie keeping you close in his arms. You finally get out of bed for the day, following your love to the kitchen. You hop up onto the counter, watching him go to the fridge to scrounge up something for lunch.
"You ready for court on Monday, Eds?" You ask, plucking the subject out of the air as you can't think of what else to say.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Eddie replies, pulling out some ham, cheese and mayo for sandwiches. He hasn't eaten today yet either, he's been too busy worrying about you. He tosses the items casually on the counter, opening the cabinet for a couple plates. He meets your eyes for a moment, finding a doubtful expression on your face. "I'm gonna do fine, Y/N. I've been over it with Murray a million times. I'm not gonna blow this, because you need me." He says seriously, a bit annoyed at your uncertainty.
"I know, baby. I don't mean anything by it. It's just...when you're actually up there in front of everyone, it's really overwhelming." You explain yourself, hoping he's not insulted. Despite your mish-mash of anxiety and confidence, the overall experience of testifying in court is unlike anything else you've been through. It makes you feel...exposed. It's like every question cuts you down the middle, pulling open thick layers of flesh to reveal all the nasty bits pulsing away inside for everyone to see.
"I'm well aware, sweetheart. It's not exactly my first rodeo." Eddie replies, no particular tone in his voice. He's too focused on spreading mayo on slices of Wonderbread, and thinking about what you said earlier. He understands that fixating on it isn't a great idea, but it's more that he wants to make damn sure he never makes the same mistake. I can't ever forget the pain in her voice, and I can't ever make her sound like that again, he thinks to himself as he closes the sandwiches with the final pieces of bread. "Here we are, late breakfast of champions." He jokes, sliding one of the plates over to you.
"Thanks. And I'm sure you're gonna do great. Then, once you're finished, we don't have to go back there until the verdict." You reply sweetly, picking up your sandwich and taking a large bite.
"So, what shall we do today, angel?" Eddie asks while chewing.
"Well, I've actually got a couple assignments to catch up on." You answer, and he rolls his eyes. "It'll take a half hour at most, Eds. Then we can cuddle on the couch and watch TV."
"Okay." He sighs, taking another bite. He doesn't want to leave you alone for a single second. He can't quell his desire to shower you with endless love after what he's put you through. To put this desire to good use, he hatches a plan. He'll take a little trip to the store while you're doing your homework, and come back with some things to cheer you up. You finish up eating, and Eddie puts the plates in the sink. He walks you over to the couch, where your textbooks and other school items rest on the coffee table before it. "Oh, I've gotta get some smokes from the store. Do you want anything, sweetheart?" He asks casually.
"Um, I dunno...tampons, I guess?" You shrug as you sit down and open one of your books.
"Almost that time again, huh?" He questions.
"Yep. Same as always, Eds. Do you know what kind to get?" You continue to look down at your textbook, locating the assigned questions you need to answer.
"Of course, angel. Anything else?"
"A kiss before you go?" You raise your head to give him a warm smile.
"You can always have one of those, babydoll." Eddie grins, stepping closer to you. He leans down, pressing a brief kiss to your lips. "I'll be back soon. Don't have too much fun without me, bookworm." He chuckles lowly, standing upright to head for the door.
"I won't." You giggle, returning to your class work. You hear the door to the apartment open and close, and the place falls silent. Arwen is napping in her cat bed, and there's nothing else to hear except the scratching of your pencil against the open page of your notebook. It does feel a little too quiet without Eddie here, but at least you'll be able to focus on getting the work done. As much as you love him, he can be very persistent in distracting you. You don't really mind, it's nice to feel desired and wanted. But you have no intention of flunking your senior year of college just so Eddie can make you cum for the millionth time.
You use the sliver of time that you have to yourself to your advantage, finishing your work in half the time you originally anticipated. Now you can sit back, relax, and wait for your rambunctious boyfriend to come home to you. You lay down on the couch, pulling the light blanket resting on top of it over yourself. You'd been ignoring it before, but you're feeling pretty damn tired. Staying up all night trying not to cry will do that to a person. You settle in, resting your head on your arm and closing your eyes. A short nap is definitely needed after your little ordeal.
"I'm back, princess. I've brought something special for you." You hear Eddie's voice speaking softly to you through your slumber. Your eyes flutter open, finding him sitting on the very edge of the couch with a plastic bag in his lap.
"I don't think tampons are really all that special, Eddie." You say with a sleepy laugh.
"I agree. I did get you those, but I also brought these." He replies, bringing a bouquet of pink daisies from behind his back.
"You're too sweet, baby." You say sweetly, sitting up to take the flowers in your grasp.
"That's not all. I also brought you some chocolate." He pulls out your favorite candy bars from the bag, setting them in your lap. "And some vanilla chapstick, your favorite." He puts the little tube of balm in your lap as well, smiling wide.
"Thank you, Eds. This is really thoughtful." You give him a small kiss, expressing your gratitude. He went out of his way to brighten your day, one of the many reasons why you love him so much.
"Here, let me put the flowers in some water. Lay back down, angel. I know you're tired." Eddie continues to dote on you, practically leaping off the couch to put the daisies in a tall glass. You do as he kindly instructs, putting the candy and chapstick on the table first. You'd hate to squish or melt any of it. You close your eyes and listen to him running the faucet and fussing with the flowers, hearing his footsteps return to you. "There we go. Wanna make some room, baby?" He asks, taking off his shoes.
"Of course, I need some snuggles from my perfect boyfriend." You coo, scooting towards the back of the couch to let him in, making grabby hands afterwards.
"I try my best, princess." He grins, wasting no time in joining you under the blanket and pulling you close to him. "I really missed this last night, Y/N." He says, sounding rather sad about it.
"So did I, Eds. I'm sorry for hiding away again." You say apologetically, nuzzling your head against his chest.
"It's okay, love. I definitely earned it this time." He replies calmly, letting old habits slide for the time being. He gently strokes your hair, listening to the light hums you let out in response. "You got all your work done?" He asks in a whisper, recognizing your body relaxing against his as you start to drift off again.
"Mhm. In only fifteen minutes." You almost mumble, struggling to stay awake to maintain this conversation.
"That's my girl." He says proudly, letting you float away to dreamland. He wouldn't mind a small nap himself. But he wants to hold you close and keep you safe more than anything else. So he'll just lay here with you, listening to your deep breathing like it's the most beautiful music in the world.
Eddie proceeds to spend the rest of the weekend and remainder of the trial making amends. He starts off strong by making your favorite meals every single night. Lasagna, chicken pot pies, stir fry, the list goes on. He's on his very best behavior on Monday, testifying calmly and confidently without a single hint of attitude to be found on his person. He does far better than you've ever seen him before. Eddie keeps it in his head that he can't let Tommy hurt you again by walking out of the courtroom a free man. No amount of pointed questions or snide comments from Gary Keegan slips him up, he's like an entirely different person up there. Like his usual hot-headedness has been surgically removed. You'd find that a bit eerie, if you didn't absolutely need him to perform in such a way.
Once Monday is over and done with, Eddie doesn't stop the love-fest. He gives you your peace and quiet to do your schoolwork every afternoon, and then rewards you with the best head you've ever had once you're done. You certainly reciprocate, and yank him down the hallway to your shared bed practically every night. But he lets that be your decision entirely, expecting nothing in return for his affections. There's plenty of tender intimacy on top of everything else, too. Forehead kisses, constant snuggling, and every pet name imaginable falls from his lips at all the perfect moments. It's like he knows exactly when you need his kind words the most, and it melts your heart into a puddle every time.
Friday, September 22nd, 1989
Then the time finally arrives, the day you've been waiting for 一and dreading一 ever since you pressed charges against Tommy Hagan. Verdict day. The jury has just finished deliberating after a very long four hours. You've been in classes most of the day, waiting for the call to come through. The phone rang the second you walked in the door to the apartment, and Murray told you to rush over to the courthouse immediately. You practically pulled Eddie out the door by his ear, eager to see this thing finally come to an end. You hopped in the van, and found everyone making their way inside the building at the same time. The entire Hawk staff, your friends, your mother. Everyone promptly found their seats, eagerly awaiting Tommy's sentence.
And now, here you sit. Waiting for the jurors to return to the room, waiting for the judge to take his place. Any minute now. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you fidget nervously with your fingers. Eddie keeps his arm wrapped around you to help you stay relaxed. "What's taking so long?" You whisper to him, avoiding Tommy's deathly stare. He's been attempting to intimidate you again from the second you walked in here, but you refuse to acknowledge him at all.
"I'm sure they'll be out soon, angel. Just relax. They'll convict the son of a bitch, and his shithead dad. Then, we'll be done with it. Once and for all." Eddie speaks to you quietly, hiding his own anxiety. He knows you've both done exceptionally well on the stand, as have your numerous witnesses. But there's still a chance that the Hagans could be found innocent, despite all the odds. The justice system is funny that way.
"Okay." You reply, just as the jurors are led back into the room. The bailiff orders you all to rise, and the judge enters. You sit back down, and the final scene of this fucked up drama plays out.
"Has the jury reached a verdict?" The judge booms, and the juror closest to him stands up. She's a middle-aged woman, in a floral-print dress that goes to her ankles. Her hair is a vibrant red, styled in a thoroughly hair-sprayed coif. She appears to be a housewife, a woman who might be sympathetic to your plight. That's a good sign. Right?
"We have, your honor." The woman says, handing off the decision her and the rest of the jury have made to the bailiff. The bailiff then gives it to the judge to look it over. He opens the folded piece of paper, and nods in approval. He doesn't hold any particular expression, so you cannot glean any hints from his face. He hands it back, and moves things along. "Will the defendants please rise?" He instructs. The Hagans stand up, along with their lawyer. Your heart lurches as the time draws nearer. It's now or never, justice or no justice. Which has the jury of Tommy's peers chosen? "How do you find the defendants?" The judge asks, addressing the female juror once more. She turns her head to look at Tommy and his father as she speaks.
"We find the defendants..." A dramatic pause, something you assumed only happens on TV. The woman swallows hard, which makes you nervous all over again. Did they let him off after all? Are they robbing you of justice? Are you going to live your life in fear of the Hagans now? You grab hold of Eddie's hand, squeezing it hard as you wait for this unbearable freeze in time to pass. "We find the defendants guilty on all charges." The woman finally says, to which almost the entire room erupts in cheers and applause. All your fear and anxiety falls away, leaving you feeling weightless.
"Order, order! Settle down! We're not done yet!" The judge shouts, banging his gavel to get everyone to shut up. The noise dies down, and he takes a moment to say his piece. "I want to say something to you, young man." The judge says, pointing to Tommy. "And I hope your father hears my words just as clearly. I hope you know that not only does the law find your repeated attacks and abuse on Ms. Henderson deplorable, but society at large does not find your actions in any way acceptable. You may have found it beneficial for you, to a point, hiding behind your money and your privilege to get away with some truly ugly behavior. I shudder to think if there's any other young women you may have done this to, or how many this court has potentially saved from your wretched hands. I hope you think long and hard about your choices from the comfort of your prison cell. Then perhaps when you are released, you'll know how to treat your fellow men and women respectfully. Court is dismissed. And I'll see you both at sentencing, where I have absolutely no plans for leniency."
The judge bangs the gavel one last time, effectively putting the final nail in the Hagan family coffin. Jack and Tommy are taken away, looking utterly defeated. You're surprised they're going down without a fight. Though you suppose they were so confident in being found innocent, that they haven't come to terms with the possibility of this outcome. They're led through a door on the left side of the courtroom, on the way to be locked up until their sentencing hearing. You have no intention of attending said hearing, you won't have to worry about the Hagans for a very long time.
"We did it, Y/N!" Eddie cheers, standing up from his seat. He picks you up, spinning you around in his arms.
"We really did, Eds!" You reply with a happy giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. The courtroom begins to clear out around you, but Murray and your friends stay behind to check in on you.
"Well, I think it goes without saying that this went extremely well." Murray says once he approaches your group.
"Thank you, Murray. We really couldn't have done this without you." You say kindly, leaving Eddie to give your lawyer a hug.
"It's no trouble at all. It's rewarding enough to see a bastard like Tommy behind bars. And to make Gary Keegan squirm in his overpriced suit." He chuckles, briefly returning your embrace.
"I'm so proud of you, sugarpuff." Mom says. "And you too, Eddie. I know this whole thing was really hard for you both." She adds, giving Eddie a bright smile. She's so grateful for him helping you through all of this, who knows what you would've been like trying to do this all on your own.
"Thanks, Mom. And thank you, all of you, for helping us. It means the world, really." You address the group as a whole, overcome with joy. Tears start springing from your eyes, though these ones are far more happy than you've had in a good while.
"And we'd do it a thousand times over again if we had too, Y/N. That's what friends are for." Steve says on behalf of everyone, gaining many nods and murmurs of agreement.
"Alright, well. We'd better ship out, they need the room. But, it's been a pleasure, and I'm very happy with how this worked out. I wish you all the best, and I'm always around if you need any other help." Murray brings this little powwow to a close, gently ushering all of you out of the room.
"We'll see you tomorrow night, Y/N. Should we bring anything?" Robin asks, referring to the housewarming party you're having at your apartment. It's just a small get-together, really. But Robin and the others have insisted upon it. They want to see your new place, and have a little drink to catch up.
"You can bring whatever you want. It's no big deal, really." You answer casually.
"I'm definitely bringing some wine, then. You look like you could use a drink...or maybe a few." Nancy says, drawing light laughs from your group as you make your way out of the courthouse.
"You've got that right!" You exclaim as you descend the steps toward the parking lot. You and Eddie say goodbye to everyone for the day, very much looking forward to going home and resting. The drive home is quiet, but you feel extraordinarily happy with the result of the trial. Tommy got what he deserved, and he won't be able to hurt you or anyone else for a very long time.
"You feel like celebrating, sweetheart?" Eddie asks as he unlocks the door to your apartment. You can hear Arwen mewing on the other side, her ears trained to recognize the jingling of keys as a signal of her parents coming home.
"Yeah, I'd say we've earned it after all the bullshit we've been through." You answer, following close behind him once he opens the door. The cat mews even louder once she sees you both, weaving between your legs and begging to be picked up.
"Aw, did someone miss her daddy?" Eddie coos to Arwen, hoisting her up to give her some snuggles. She nuzzles her head against his neck, purring incessantly.
"She's definitely got separation anxiety. I always feel bad leaving her here all alone." You say, giggling at the adorable display before you. Eddie gives the cat scratches behind her ears and on the top of her head, making loving little noises at her with pouty lips while he does so.
"She's a big girl, she can handle it." Eddie replies, letting Arwen back on the floor when she starts to squirm. It seems she's had her fill, wanting to pace around the floor instead of cuddling. She's grown more finicky about constant attention lately. It could be from adjusting to the move, or her becoming an adult cat. She's not a baby anymore, that's for sure.
"I know. But her little kitty cries kill me every time." You say softly, putting yourself before him. You put your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body against his.
"How do you feel, angel? Now that Tommy is getting his, I mean." Eddie asks seriously.
"Relieved, for sure. I was worried we'd be dealing with them for the rest of our lives, honestly." You laugh dryly, realizing how sad that notion is.
"There's more, though. Isn't there?" He continues, knowing all too well when you aren't telling him everything.
You nod, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Nothing gets past him. "I guess it doesn't feel real yet, in a way. Like I'll wake up tomorrow and the trial isn't over. Or the verdict didn't go our way." Eddie doesn't respond, giving you an odd look. "It's stupid, I know." You shake your head, minimizing your feelings.
"It's not stupid, Y/N. This whole thing has been surreal, and fucked up. But I think after you sleep on it and see tomorrow that it really did happen, you won't feel that way anymore." He assures you, putting his hands on your waist.
"You're probably right." You give him a small smile, leaning up to kiss him. He meets you halfway, humming quietly at your warmth. "On another note, you mentioned something about celebrating?" You ask breathily between kisses, your eyes meeting his for a moment. Lustful hunger burns within your pupils, your sliver of a smile growing into a grin. He nods, his expression quickly matching yours. "C'mon, then. We've only got all night." You say gleefully, taking his hand to lead him down the hall to your bedroom. You push him back onto the bed once you enter the room, straddling his lap once he's settled on the edge.
"Someone's eager." Eddie chuckles, grabbing large handfuls of your ass. You moan quietly at his touch, rolling your hips against him out of reflex.
"Can you really blame me, baby? Things are finally going our way, and I don't want to waste a single second of that." You reply, moving Eddie's hair aside and lowering your head to kiss his neck. You nibble on his flesh, drawing a low groan from his lips.
"Fuck, neither do I, sweetheart." He sighs, grabbing your ass even harder. You can feel him growing underneath you, his stiff cock rubbing against your pussy through your clothes as you continue to grind.
You slowly work your lips upwards, leaving open-mouthed kisses in your wake. You pull away once you reach his chin, speaking in his ear. "Mm, I am gonna fuck your brains out, Eds." You say seductively, biting on his earlobe. You keep teasing him with your words, drawing more little groans and grunts from him. "Gonna make you cum with my mouth...and my pussy...and maybe even my ass, if you're a good boy for me. Over and over until you're begging me to stop." You practically moan in his ear, spouting off every last way you plan to drive him wild. You're turning yourself on with your own verbalizations, arousal spreading quickly through your panties.
"God, I love it when you're extra slutty for me, babydoll." He says, noticing just how needy your movements on him are becoming. You're desperately marking up his neck, and practically riding him through your clothes. He leads you to move faster in his grip, his cock twitching at the pretty noises you let out.
"Baby, I need you..." You whimper, quickly becoming extremely riled up. You have the intense desire to tear off his clothes, but you're also far too comfortable in your current position.
"I need you too, sweetheart. But I want you to make yourself cum first, just like this. You deserve a head start." He says sweetly, ushering your head away from his neck so he can kiss you. He presses his lips to yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth a second after. His kisses are heavy and forceful, turning up the heat.
"Eddie..." You whine between kisses, your high beginning to build. You're absolutely soaked inside your jeans, the friction rubbing against your clit with every motion.
"I bet you're fuckin' soaked for me, aren't you?" He asks, wishing he could see for himself. But the easy slide of your crotch against his own will have to be evidence enough for the time being.
"Uh-huh. Just for you, baby." You answer, gasping when you find a new angle to hit your bundle of nerves even better than before. You're building up faster now, nearing the edge earlier than you anticipated.
"Such a filthy girl...already makin' a mess in those sexy little lace panties of yours...I've been thinkin' about pulling them off with my teeth all day...from the second you put them on this morning..." Eddie speaks in a low growl as he takes a turn to mark you with love bites. His tone makes your pussy throb, driving you to increase your rhythm.
"Getting c-close, Eds..." You whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders. You can hardly contain yourself now, moaning and keening as you writhe on top of Eddie's lap. Everything feels so good, and you don't want it to stop.
"That's my good girl. Keep goin', sweetheart." Eddie encourages you, mesmerized by the helpless sounds falling from your lips, and the little jolts of your thighs as you chase your high. He can't wait to hear you cry out his name for the thousandth time, knowing it'll still sound like the first.
"Fuck, baby. Please touch me...I want you." You beg as your orgasm grows closer, frantically grabbing behind you to take one of his hands away from your ass. He tightens his grip to stop you, and your eyes snap to his in annoyance. "Eddie, please!" You whine, but he just shakes his head at you.
"Gotta do it yourself, princess. And then I'll give you whatever you want." He says with an evil grin. He can't resist torturing you when you're this needy, especially when you beg so shamelessly.
"You're such a dick sometimes." You grumble, coming up with a new idea. If he won't touch you, then you'll just have to do it yourself. You reach for the button of your jeans, opening it with a clumsy hand. But before you can pull down your zipper, Eddie smacks your hand. "What the fuck?" You gasp in surprise, growing more frustrated now. Of course he won't let you touch yourself either, that would be against the rules.
"Sorry, angel. You can't use your own hands, either." He politely scolds you, smirking wider at your narrowing eyes.
"Fuck you." You burn, making an attempt to reach inside your pants anyway. But once again, Eddie prevents you from doing so. He quickly and harshly restrains your hands behind your back, your grinding hips the only movement you have left.
"You're not listening, Y/N. You cum like this, or you don't cum at all. Understand?" He warns through clenched teeth, letting you know he's very serious. You have to follow the rules, or you don't get to play anymore. Untamed lust burns in his eyes, commanding you to obey him.
"Okay." You groan, so unbearably frustrated you could just cry. But you do as he says, rolling your pelvis again and again to make yourself cum. Your moans grow louder again, your bliss peeking over the horizon after this brief distraction. Eddie keeps holding your hands tightly, not risking you taking another opportunity to misbehave.
"That's it, love. Ride my lap like a good little slut. I want you to soak through those fuckin' jeans for me." He says darkly, holding your gaze the entire time. You're just seconds away from falling over the edge, and he can see it all over your face. Your brows furrowing, your eyes threatening to roll back into your skull, your gorgeous mouth agape and releasing filthy noises. "C'mon, babydoll. Cum for me." He says softly, this simple command being more than enough to set you off.
"Eddie!" You cry as your orgasm takes over. Your legs begin to shake, and euphoria washes over you. Your eyes fall shut, and your juices rapidly soak through your jeans, even managing to get Eddie's wet as well.
"There ya go, sweetheart." Eddie coos. He lets go of your hands, and you immediately reach forward to grab hold of him as you come down. You wrap your arms around him, keeping him close as you catch your breath. "You did so well for me, baby." He says, putting his arms around your sweat-soaked body. He kisses your dampened hair, sighing deeply. "I love you so much, Y/N." He says sweetly.
"I love you too, Eds." You reply, swallowing thickly. You pull back from your embrace, giving him a sly look. "My turn now." You chuckle darkly, shoving his chest so he falls back onto the bed. You are gonna pay him back double for torturing you the way he has. And you're both gonna love every single second of it.
To be continued...
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Restocks are up from Iron Wind Metals!
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Dropship has landed with restocks for BattleTech from Iron Wind Metals!
20-223 Saladin Hover Tank (2) 20-253 SHUGENJA SJA-7D 20-472 Stag ST-14G / Stag II ST-24G 20-5052 Fennec FEC-1CM 20-5070 Shen Yi SHY-3B 20-5096 Dragon II DRG-11K 20-5103 Tian-Zong TNZ-N3 20-5152 Cuirass CDR-1X 20-5153 Uziel UZL-2S 20-5204 Stormwolf Prime 20-627 LRM Carrier (2) 20-698 Buccaneer BCN-3R 20-729 ARES MEDIUM TANK 20-744 BADGER TRACKED TRANSPORT (2) 20-753 Schrek PPC Carrier (2) 20-756 Akuma AKU-1X 20-785 DEMOLISHER II HEAVY TANK 20-800 Hex Bases (4) 20-861 JagerMech JM6-S 20-866 Javelin JVN-10N 20-943 ARCTIC WOLF 99-201 Large Flat Top Hex Base #1 99-202 Large Flat Top Hex Base #2 AC-006 Flight Base ATLASLTD-12 Limited Edition Jumping Atlas BT-005 Grenadier Battle Armor BT-008 Void Battle Armor BT-120 Sabutai Mech Scale Fighter BT-189 Kobold Battle Armor BT-224 Heavy Jump Infantry BT-231 Ironhold Battle Armor BT-238 VTOL Infantry BT-244 Heavy Infantry - Standing BT-245 Heavy Infantry - Firing BT-307 Arctic Wolf II Prime BT-370 Kurita Infantry (3) BT-371 Davion Infantry (3) BT-374 Roc Protomech BT-381 Basic Inner Sphere Battle Armor (3) BT-382 Kanazuchi Battle Armor BT-391 Fenrir Battle Armor (1) BT-439 Black Wolf Battle Armor BT-469 Sojourner B FT-002 Boomerang Spotter Plane FT-017 Scytha Mech Scale Fighter OP-004 Thor A/C SRM 6 (from 20-386) OP-067 Puma E Pod OP-107 Medium Launcher Plates OP-114 Clan XL and XXL Launchers 20-5189C Catapult CPLT-C3 / C5 Arm Sprue
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Just in! Restocks for BattleTech from Iron Wind Metals! 10-040 Assault Lance 10-042 Fire Lance 20-203 Solitaire 20-205 LOBO 20-215 OSTSOL OTL-6D 20-218 Crimson Langur 20-228 BURROCK 20-265 Commando IIC 20-299 SCHILTRON MOBILE FIRE SUPPORT 20-307 HURON WARRIOR HUR-WO-R4L 20-330 Burke Tank 20-333 CHAPARRAL MISSILE TANK (2) 20-341 BRUTUS ASSAULT TANK 20-384 Thug THG-11E 20-487 Shade Light Omni Fighter (WOB) 20-494 DANAI SUPPORT VEHICLE 20-5013 Eisenfaust EFT-7X 20-5030 Onager 20-5038 Blood Reaper (Standard) 20-5043 Omen (Standard) 20-5048 Beowulf IIC 20-5054 Mjolnir MLR-B2 20-5066 Axman AXM-6X 20-5186 Thunderbolt TDR-5S 20-622 NIGHTSKY NGS-4S 20-685 BANDIT HOVERCRAFT (2) 20-698 Buccaneer BCN-3R 20-705 STINGRAY F-90 20-706 CHIPPEWA FIGHTER CHP-W5 20-708 SEYDLITZ SYD-21 FIGHTER 20-729 ARES MEDIUM TANK 20-732 Blood Kite 20-746 ALACORN MK VI HEAVY TANK (2) 20-748 CHALLENGER MBT-X (2) 20-753 Schrek PPC Carrier (2) 20-767 TALON TLN-SW 20-783 J. Edgar Hover Light Tank (2) 20-784 Myrmidon Medium Tank (2) 20-785 DEMOLISHER II HEAVY TANK 20-812 Lancelot LNC25-01 20-819 Maxim Hover Transport (2) 20-826 PIKE SUPPORT TANK (2) 20-885 Hermes II HER-2S 20-890 STEALTH STH-1D 20-976 Hellion Prime 20-984 BOWMAN MECH 20-985 ARCAS BT-035 Overlord C BT-046 Seeker BT-122 McKenna Battleship (2750) BT-124 Merchant Jumpship BT-172 Prowler Tank BT-177 Mammoth (Standard) BT-260 Sprint Scout VTOL BT-312 Gun Trailers (2) BT-322 Rifleman RFL-1N BT-325 Stinger LAM MK I STG-A1 (Mech) BT-332 Phoenix Hawk LAM MK I PHX-HK1 (Air Mech) BT-357 Invader Jumpship BT-360 Vengeance Dropship BT-424 Hellspawn HSN-7D Resculpt BT-430 Wulfen H BT-LEV Leviathan II Battleship FT-019 Kirghiz Mech Scale Fighter MS-001 Union Dropship MS-002 Leopard Dropship MS-004 Overlord Dropship - Inner Sphere MS-005 Overlord Dropship - Clan MS-007 Fortress Dropship https://www.ariesgamesandminis.com #battletech #alphastrike #ironwindmetals #claninvasion #miniatures #catalystgamelabs #battlemech #mechwarrior #mwo #mecha #tabletop #tabletopgames #tabletopgaming #wargaming #wargames #hobby #scifi #sciencefiction #miniaturepainting #mech #hovertank https://www.instagram.com/p/CRe8JVJH_7g/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Pre-Christmas Restock #2!
One more cargo Dropship restock for Iron Wind Metals Battletech items just before Christmas!!! Yay Santa!!!
10-040 Assault Lance 20-211 Archer ARC-8M 20-217 Crusader CDR-5K 20-218 Crimson Langur 20-250 Anubis ABS-3L 20-260 Marauder II MAD-4H 20-320 Ryoken "Stormcrow" Prime / B 20-323 Pouncer Prime 20-340 Kraken "Bane" 4 20-373 Dasher "Fire Moth" Prime 20-386 Man O War "Gargoyle" Prime 20-393 Gladiator "Executioner" Prime 20-396 Avatar AV1-O Prime 20-414 Fenris "Ice Ferret" Prime 20-435 Hellstar 20-491 Striga WOB Heavy Omni Fighter 20-5006 Crossbow CRS-6B 20-5008 Flamberge Prime 20-5022 Blade BLD-XL 20-5047 Incubus II 20-5049 Carnivore Assault Tank (Standard) (2) 20-5056 Chalchiuhtotolin Support Tank [2] 20-5072 Banshee BNC-11X 20-5077 Longbow LGB-0C 20-5083 Warwolf Prime 20-5084 Scimitar Mk II (Standard) (2) 20-5087 Atlas III AS7-D3 20-5093 Lament LMT-2R 20-5098 Black Knight BLK-NT-5H 20-5099 Bruin (Standard) 20-5117 Kodiak II (Standard) 20-5119 Cave Lion (Standard) 20-5120 Cataphract CTF-0X 20-5121 Lu Wei Bing LN-4B 20-5141 Shadow Hawk SHD-2H 20-600RE Vulture "Mad Dog" Prime 20-603RE Mad Cat "Timber Wolf" Prime 20-605RE Masakari "Warhawk" Prime 20-607RE Daishi "Dire Wolf" Prime 20-658 Grim Reaper GRM-R-PR29 20-666 Grizzly 20-693 No-Dachi NKA-1K 20-723 Warrior Helicopter H-7 20-756 Akuma AKU-1X 20-761 Devastator DVS-2 20-774 Black Knight BL-6-KNT 20-776 Coolant Truck (2) 20-800 Hex Bases (4) 20-800A Hex Base (BULK) 20-847 Awesome AWS-9Q 20-854 Hunchback HBK-4G 20-860 Victor VTR-9A 20-869 Jenner JR7-D 20-907 Black Hawk-KU BHKU-O 20-932 Vindicator VND-1R 20-975 Fafnir FNR-5 20-992 Raven RVN-3L AR20-418 Huron Warrior HUR-WO-R4L AR20-46 Sunder SD1-O Prime AR20-617 TEMPEST TMP-3M AR20-620 GUNSLINGER GUN-1ERD AR20-896 Highlander HGN-732 AR20-931 URBAN MECH IIC AR20-944 YEOMAN YMN-6Y 99-201 Large Flat Top Hex Base #1 AC-006 Medium Space Base BT-171 Bandersnatch BT-269 Sling SL-1G BT-290 Revenant UBM-1A BT-300 Ares ARS-V1D Hephaestus BT-322 Rifleman RFL-1N BT-346 Griffin GRF-1A BT-384 Achileus Battle Armor (3) BT-402 Highlander HGN-734 BT-403 Highlander HGN-738 MS-005 Overlord Dropship - Clan OP-045 Black Hawk C SRM4 OP-092 Ryoken A Torso 20-208D Wolverine Antenna 20-233D Warhammer IIC Missile Sprue II www.ariesgamesandminis.com
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