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moonkake-143 · 5 months ago

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𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 | Into the Labyrinth

Goblin King!Eddie X AFAB/Fem!Henderson Reader

Edited By the lovey: Jen

Contents: Slow Burn, One sided pining from Eddie turned mutual, love at first sight, fluff, angst, no use of y/n

Summery: Your time starts now and your first challenge awaits.

Chapter 2/? {wc: 5.7k}

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Part 1 Part 2

The walk felt long and arduous, especially with the sun beating down on you as hard as it did. How odd it was that you were just under the cover of darkness back home— it had been cold and stormy, but here the sun was high up in the sky, with clouds only partly covering the land. Below you, the grassy hill felt as if it went on forever, and for a beat, you thought it did— a sick trick already at the start, but one thing remained a constant in your mind.

Find Dustin and get out of there.

You thought those words over and over like a mantra, or hell, even a prayer, pushing yourself forward despite the burning sun. Despite the clock that timed you from the top of that damn hill. Despite the handsome, curly-haired man who brought you here in the first place.

Cursing him, you shook your head and continued your trek, finally reaching the bottom of the hill and landing on a dirt road. The surrounding fields were barren, and crops rotted in tipped-over barrels. The area was devoid of life, and as the smell of charcoal invaded your nostrils, you scrunched your nose in disgust, picking up the pace. With sunken thatch roofs, the houses were charred, and when you came closer, you noticed arrows stuck in the rotting wood. You noticed the claw marks that scarred the doors and the rust-colored stains that marred the sides of the cottages. There had been some sort of struggle; a carnage that had been long forgotten, but there were no bodies in sight— as if they had just up and vanished.

Just what happened here?

As you walked, the ash-stricken houses began to converge the closer you walked towards the forest, as if a village was waiting deep inside. A growing uneasiness followed you until you finally stopped in front of a signpost, realizing that the dirt road forked into two paths— one that went into the forest, and another that continued towards abandoned farmland. Both signs were illegible, written in a language that resembled the scribbles of a two year-old. But even if you could translate them, the wooden signs were so damaged, rotting and falling apart, that you struggled to decide which way to go.

Without warning, a gust of wind swept through you, and you shivered, rubbing your arms to combat the sudden chill. Now you really wished you had a jacket, rather than just a tank top. However, you noticed that the wind whisked a trail of leaves into the woods.

If that wasn't a sign, then you didn't know what was.

Taking a deep breath, you followed them down the path.

Time seemed to stand still as you walked through the damp forest, but then again, time felt a lot different here. The trees provided a much-needed cover from the burning sun, casting gloomy shadows. It seemed to be a logging camp, with a scattering of wooden cabins that looked in better shape then the ones outside, but were still unsettling to walk past. You found more arrows, with rusty axes embedded in the trunks of trees, but nature seemed to overtake them. Grass and daisies grew in the gaps between abandoned machinery, covering the pieces in moss. More houses seemed to go deeper into the forest, all seemingly abandoned and overgrown.

As you walked, the humidity caused your hair to frizz up and covered your entire body in an uncomfortable layer of sweat. You let out a huff and wiped the condensation from your brow, your legs aching.

How long had you been walking for? Was this all for nothing? Had you gone the wrong way? Was there no labyrinth at all? Questions swirled around your mind as your chest swelled, your breath shortening. The heat was not helping— it felt suffocating, as if the entire forest was a damp sauna. What was it with this sudden change in weather?

With a ragged breath, you finally stopped walking, and your vision blurred with tears. Anxiety gnawed at your very core, your body tensing and trembling as you buried your face in your hands, taking deep breaths. Slowly, you tried to steady yourself, your head aching and pulse pounding. As the pain in your chest subsided, you lowered your palms from your eyes, slowly opening them.

In front of you wasn't the dirt path, but a large gate— one that hadn’t been there before. It was tall and deeply ornate, with a stone arch and iron bars that were curled into what looked like bats. Moss and vines twisted along the cobblestone pillars on either side, but what caught your eye was the wide, seemingly endless wall that encompassed the labyrinth. You slowly walked up to it, grabbing onto the iron bars and pulling— but the gate was locked.

"Come on, I've come this far…” you sighed.

"Halt! Who goes there?”

Jumping in surprise, you spun and frantically looked for the source of the voice, bringing your arms up in a defensive position— albeit a rather weak one.

"Who’s there?!” you called out.

The disembodied voice seemed to chuckle at your attempt at intimidation.

"I should be asking you that! What brings a human to my neck of the woods?”

The voice sounded feminine and held a jolly lilt of humor, one that eased your stance slightly. Looking around, you kept your fists up, stepping forward. Maybe those karate classes from elementary school would kick in if something did happen.

Then as swift as the wind, someone from the top of the gate dropped behind you.

"Boo!”

Yelping, you tripped and landed on your bottom, stirring up dust that caused you to cough.

Curse your lack of instincts and balance. Those classes did nothing to prepare you.

When the dust settled, you found a pair of striking blue-green eyes staring you down. You let out a gasp, quickly scooting backwards in a feeble attempt to crabwalk away from her. She was sun-kissed, as if she spent her life outside, with freckles dotted across her nose— or was it dirt? You couldn't tell, but she was studying you like a specimen, her eyebrows married in concentration at the possibility of you being a threat. But then she relaxed and flashed a sharp-toothed smile, her teeth both blinding and scary.

"So it is you! The girl Eddie’s always on about!”

"Wh-What?”

"Oh, sorry for startling you— here, lemme help you up.”

She grabbed your forearm, hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing, and you winced as her sharp claws lightly grazed your skin. Her dirty-blonde hair was chopped just above her shoulders, her eyes crinkling under her wide grin. How could she smile even more?

"Who are you?”

"Oh right, I’m Robin! I watch over this gaudy-looking gate!”

Robin stepped back from you, and it was then that you fully took her in. She wore a similar outfit to Eddie's, dressed in a poet shirt and tight trousers, with gloves fit for an archer. Slung over her back was a longbow and a quiver of arrows, and a dagger was sheathed to her hip. Gold piercings adorned her ears, which were long and pointed— something you had only ever read about in fantasy novels.

"You’re an elf…?”

"Oh hells no! A goblin, actually! Never seen a goblin before? We're nothing like those posh pricks!"

"No, I've never seen a real goblin before..."

"And it's been a while since I've seen a human! They're quite rare around here.”

Shaking your head, you stared at her in awe. Goblins always were depicted as small, evil green things, but Robin— she looked human. It made you wonder what elves really looked like.

"I know, I am quite stunning, but I'm afraid I'm taken!"

You realized you were staring for longer than was socially acceptable, and your face turned bright red as you broke your stare.

"You're really the girl he's always talking about, huh? I can see why he likes you.” The relaxed tone disappeared from her voice, her previous expression returning as she studied you. The goblin woman then began to circle you like a vulture, sizing you up and scanning you from head to toe.

"What? Why are you doing that? Robin, right? Please, can you let me inside?”

"Woah, one question at a time. Start with the most important one.”

"Can you please let me inside?”

"I can, but that’s not the right question.”

"What? What do you mean not the right question?”

"You ask a lot of questions, huh?”

Robin finally stopped in front of you and stared, a smile slowly appearing on her face. She was quiet, letting you stew in your own mind.

What was she talking about? You said please, was that not enough?

You turned your back to her, opening your arms and lifting them to the sky.

"Open Sesame? Abracadabra?”

Robin burst into a fit of laughter, her own face turning red as she clutched her abdomen, her shoulders shaking. You dropped your arms in embarrassment, cheeks flushing as you wracked your brain for what could have been the answer— why wouldn't she open the gate?

Oh wait.

"...Will you please open the gate?”

"Now that’s more like it!”

Robin turned and pushed vines aside to reveal a wooden lever, pulling it down. The mechanisms began to churn, the cranking of the gears becoming louder as you walked closer. Anxiety quickly settled into a permanent place in your stomach.

"How bad is it?”

"The truth? Terrifying. Are you really going in there?” Robin watched you with curious, worried eyes.

"I have to…for my brother.”

"You mean the brother you wished away? How admirable. But here’s your official warning: a mere human like you may not make it out alive. The labyrinth is no game to take lightly— you might forget which way is which, fall into a pit of spikes, or encounter a monster thirsty for blood— you'll never know what you might find.”

Staring wide-eyed at the open gate, you turned to her.

"There are monsters in here? You're not messing with me?“

"Afraid not, but here— you might need this.”

Robin unclipped her dagger, quick to wrap the belt around your waist.

"Promise we’ll be friends if you make it out alive?”

"When I make it out…”

"That's the spirit! Now go get 'em! Don’t die!" Robin’s smile was blinding as she pushed you towards the entrance. "Good luck, and don’t take anything at face value!”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stared at the stone walls, which seemed to beckon you inside. Taking a breath, you crossed under the gate, which quickly fell shut behind you with a loud bang. You jumped, turning to see the goblin woman waving from the other side.

Letting out a surprised huff, you faced ahead once more.

"Alright, I gotta find Dustin," you thought. "I've only got thirteen hours— how am I even going to track that? Robin mentioned monsters...at least she gave me this…"

Pulling the dagger from its place on your belt, you examined it. It was a simple thing wrapped in leather, with a slightly curved blade. Embedded in the hilt was a red stone, possibly a ruby. You held it out and slashed at the air, imagining your target as someone with curly hair and brown doe eyes. Once satisfied with yourself, you sheathed it away and continued your journey.

You walked slowly, taking in your surroundings and keeping a watchful eye out for any traps. Brown roots covered the stone walls and spilled onto the path in thick chunks. You carefully maneuvered around them, but the passage seemed to go on forever, and you slowly went from a walk to a jog, and from a jog to a sprint, running down the path with no end in sight.

Your careless running finally caught up to you when you tripped over a thick, gnarled root, toppling over and tumbling to the ground. Knees digging into dirt, you huffed as you looked up, and from the corner of your eye, you saw it.

The labyrinth was moving.

By the looks of it, it changed ever-so slightly— nothing the careless eye could catch so quickly. The walls shifted in what looked to be a wave of magic, pulsating as if they were alive, and the root you had just tripped over slowly disappeared, rescinding into the stone crevices behind you. Was the labyrinth alive after all? Or was this Eddie’s doing?

You punched the ground in frustration as the pain in your knees became a dull ache. Groaning, you sat up against the wall, your face red not just from exhaustion, but the anger that bubbled to the surface.

�� "You can’t be serious!" you screamed at the bright blue sky, hoping someone— anyone— would listen. "What the actual fuck am I supposed to do? Hey, Eddie! Yeah, I have a feeling you can hear me, you prick! What the fuck!? You didn't say it fucking moves! Or that there were monsters in here!”

You were met with dead silence as you leaned your head against the stone wall, catching your breath and closing your eyes.

"Alright, this is fine, just breathe. This is like one of those DND campaigns. Yeah, okay, maybe none of this is even real. Did I finally lose it? What if Dustin is dead? Oh god, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself— what if I'm dead too?! What if mom finds me on the side of the road?!” Your ramblings carried through the silence of the labyrinth, hands trembling as you raked your fingers through your hair in anxious panic.

Tears threatened to escape your eyes, and you tried to will them away, but had to shove your palms against your eyes to force them to hide. You wouldn’t cry, not over this, not over hypothetical scenarios. Dustin was alive— he had to be. You remembered his bubbly laugh. You remembered how curious he always was, often getting into trouble. You remembered how he tucked his head of curls under your chin when you watched movies together. Then you thought about how scared he must be without you there, in the dark and surrounded by terrifying monsters who could eat him if they wanted to. You tucked your knees close to your chest, hiccups erupting from your body as the tears you tried so hard to fight back flowed from your eyes.

"Are you alright, dear?”

You jumped at the sudden voice. It was a gentle thing, feminine and holding a motherly lilt that pulled you out of your internal dread. You searched for the source of it, eyes teary.

"Would you like a spot of tea? I believe I have some leaves perfect for brewing.”

The source of the voice finally revealed itself to you, hanging from a vine on the wall. Rubbing the tear stains from your cheeks, you leaned towards the creature. A spotted mushroom sat on its head, and delicate, glistening fairy wings sprouted from its back. You shook your head at the question.

“What troubles you, my dear?”

The fairy was small but seemed wise with age, with pointed ears that stuck out from her dark brown curls. Her skin was golden, as if the sun blessed her, and she wore a dress made of leaves. Her voice was warm and inviting, but her golden eyes looked you over with sorrow and worry— a mother's gaze, no doubt.

"It’s this maze! It moves without warning! How am I supposed to get through it in thirteen hours?! Dustin is probably scared to death and it's all my fault!”

"Oh dear, our king hasn’t properly warned you of the labyrinth, has he? Well, I can tell you with certainty that the brother you shed tears for is safely tucked away in his manor. Our king is kind and always watches over us, including little ol’ me. But in this place, things are not what you expect— for example, take that wall in front of you. It is no ordinary wall.”

The fairy's wings gently fluttered as she lifted herself towards the wall. Placing a small hand against it, she seemed to keep floating forward.

Slowly calming your tears, you picked yourself off the ground and approached the wall. Hand outstretched, you expected yourself to stop short, only you stumbled forward.

"So it’s an illusion...” You walked further and were finally able to place your hand against the cobble, where you saw paths on either side. The fairy slowly settled onto your shoulder, her wings limply hanging downward.

"I’m sorry, dear— my wings don’t quite flutter how they used to. Can you set me down near that mushroom there? Thank you.”

"No, I should be thanking you. I needed your help.” You crouched and held your palm towards your shoulder. The fairy hopped onto it, and you set her on the dirt.

"Oh dearie, it was nothing. Now go, he’s waiting for you!”

"Thank you again.”

The fairy gave you a warm smile before waving you away, her hands sparkling as you straightened up. There were two paths to choose from, both looking nearly identical. You looked to the right first, which was lined with spotted mushrooms, and then to the left, where flowers grew from stone walls. Your feet moved towards the left path, distracted by the flowers, but you stopped.

"Maybe the flowers are a trap. Their smell is so overwhelmingly sweet, it's giving me a headache— I can't go that way.” You shook your head and swiftly turned to the right, following the mushrooms down the path.

You walked and walked for what felt like hours, the pulsating walls shifting from gray cobblestone to green hedges, the changes taking place in your peripheral vision. When you looked over your shoulder, you noticed that shrubbery covered the opening you came through. You pulled the dagger from its sheath and carved an arrow into the ground, marking your path. Keeping the knife out, you trekked through the hedge maze, and when you reached a dead end, you sighed and turned back— only for the arrow mark to be missing.

"What the hell? This is such a sick joke— I swear it was right here! Ugh!” You stomped, and the stone tile beneath your foot clicked. Your breath stalled short as your eyes darted around, but you saw nothing. You heard the sudden rustle of leaves, and turned to find that the dead end had opened into an archway. It could have been some sort of trap, but you were desperate, and hurried through the opening.

The passage slowly opened to a courtyard surrounded by round hedge walls, and you froze as fear took hold of you. Between two pillars, you found a mysterious creature sleeping. It was blocking something— a door.

"This has to be the way. Of course it wouldn’t be so easy. I need to find a way around this thing— whatever it is."

You surveyed the creature from a distance, still frozen in fear and awe. Curled like a sleeping housecat, it resembled a golden lion with feathered wings. How were you going to get around it? Your sweaty fingers gripped the hilt of the dagger Robin had given you. It wasn’t much, but you took comfort in having something to defend yourself with. You inched forward, trying to find a way around the beast.

The animal stirred and you froze immediately, sweat beading on your temple as you defensively held the knife in front of you. The creature then growled and twisted, stretching out in its sleep. A crystal ball rested under its paw, suddenly lighting up, and an all-too-familiar voice shouted through it.

"Chrissy, wake up!”

The creature hummed and swiped at the ball, which rolled its way towards you. Maybe this was your chance for contact— to see if your brother was alright.

You quickly sheathed the dagger and dropped down to hoist the crystal ball into your hands, backing away from the creature. Larger than the one previously offered to you, the orb reflected a man with shaggy curls. You glared at his image, but Eddie's attention was elsewhere as he shouted at someone, his voice muffled by all the noise around him. In the background, you heard the sounds of goblins yelling and knocking each other over as something metal loudly clattered to the floor.

"Eddie, the kid is causing too much trouble! He nearly decapitated little Mike with a sword just now! You watch him, I need a break!”

"Stevie you can't leave now! He likes you!"

"Not my problem! And stop calling me that!

The unknown man huffed in annoyance before walking off and Eddie rolled his eyes before he let out a heavy sigh.

"Some one else was watching over Dustin? And he was around a sword?!"

Eddie's pointed ears twitched at a high-pitched scream and he groaned, before turning his head to face you.

"How many times do I—? Oh hello, Miss Henderson.” His eyes widened, not expecting to see you on the other end of the crystal.

"Where is he?” Your voice was low and angry as you quickly hid behind a pillar, but he seemed distracted.

"Where’s who? Hey!" The ball jostled as it was ripped from his hands. "Get back here!” He started chasing after the thief, and when he seemed close, you heard childish laughter.

"Dustin, is that you!?” Your eyes brimmed with tears as you clutched the ball close, a relieved sigh escaping— none of your fears had come true.

The laughter became louder as your brother’s gummy grin took center stage, his blue eyes crinkled with glee as he ran, the crystal shaking in his hands.

"Dustin! Dustin! Are you okay?!” Your voice shook as you tried to get his attention, lowering it as the sleeping creature stirred. He laughed and joyously called your name.

"I okay, no worry!”

"Are you sure? You're not hurt? Where are you?” Your questions came out quick, but he giggled, his curls bouncing as he ran.

"I at Eddie's house! I like it here and I like Eddie! He play with me and I still eat my veggies, like you say! But Eddie don’t eat.”

"I’m coming to get you, okay? I'll be there soon. Then we’re gonna go home and eat all the ice cream you want. If the goblins do anything bad, then you hit them real hard and run away.”

"Yay!" The boy cheered, but his running slowed, his eyes droopy and tired. "Pinky promise...?”

"Pinky promise…I…I love you.”

"Love you…” he yawned.

Suddenly he was scooped up, laughing sleepily— something you didn’t think you would miss so much.

"I’ll take that back now, you little rascal— time for bed.”

The image shook once again as Eddie plucked the crystal ball from Dustin's grip, holding it out to show the two of them. Dustin dug his face into his shoulder and clung to his neck, legs wrapped around his torso. The man’s eyes were gentle as he shifted his attention from the boy to you, and with a soft voice, he stared you down.

"You have eleven hours— I'll see you soon.”

Red smoke filled the crystal, and when it cleared, he was gone.

"What was all that about? No, forget him, Dustin is okay. He's been eating and now he's going to sleep. See me soon? When I see Eddie, I’m gonna—"

You set the large crystal ball on the ground and turned to the now very-much-awake creature— one that was half-human, dressed in a white and gold toga. Her ocean blue eyes were piercing, her golden hair perfectly framing her soft face.

"It seems you caught me napping— you must be the famous Henderson girl I hear so much about.” The creature's voice was soft and tired, her eyes staring you down as you stood away from her.

How did all of these creatures know you?

You kept still, your heart furiously beating in your ears. You were sure she could hear it too.

"That knife at your hip— I hope you weren't planning on using it on me. Otherwise, you might have been my lunch.” she grinned nonchalantly.

You quickly shook your head— a lie.

"Come closer, don't be shy. I’m Chrissy and I promise I won’t eat you— there are things here that are far worse than me. Now for your test!”

You slowly began to approach her, noticing three large locks on the door behind her.

"Test? What kind of test?”

"It’s really easy, just answer some riddles and unlock the door behind me to continue towards the city. Easy-peasy!”

"Wait, riddles? You're a sphinx?” You wracked your head for the story, remembering the creature from a book of Greek mythology you read for history class.

"Well no, I’m a goblin. We come in all shapes and sizes." Chrissy was a large creature, but she began to shrink, her lion legs shifting into human ones. Her toga reached her ankles, and her bare feet seemed to have been dipped in gold. Her blonde hair fell just past her shoulders as she yawned, arms stretching out above her head.

You watched in awe and she smiled brightly, giving you jazz hands. The golden bangles around her wrists clanked when she did so.

"Alright then, I have three riddles for you. If you can’t solve them, then unfortunately, you'll be...misplaced.”

"Wait, misplaced? Where to?”

"Typically you’d be placed anywhere in the labyrinth, but in this case, I was told to send you back to the beginning.”

Your eyes widened and she laughed, her jewelry jingling as she approached you.

"So, are you ready or not? You don’t have that much time…”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. Hopefully all those Dungeons and Dragons sessions would pay off.

"I’m ready…I think.”

She clasped her hands together in prayer and her blue eyes gently closed. When she opened them a few seconds later, they glowed a bright gold. You flinched at the unexpected change, but tried to relax. This was your first true test.

"Your first riddle is this: if given one, you’ll have many or none at all.” Her voice echoed throughout the landing, shaking the hedge walls.

You steadied yourself and delved deep into your mind, stewing in the question. You had to think carefully; if you gave the wrong answer, you would have to start all over again. And if you did, there most likely wouldn't be a kind fairy creature to help you. What would you even choose to say? There were so many choices.

Wait.

Taking a deep breath, you shakily gave your first answer.

"A choice…?”

Chrissy smiled, and a lock from behind her fell to the floor.

"That is correct— your destiny is shaped by the choices you make on your journey through life. Many choices can alter your path, whether they lead you to ruin, or lead you to glory. Choices give the power to challenge your fate. Now your second riddle is this: some are cherished, some are hated, and even if lost, they remain with you.”

You stared at her, taking in her words, imprinting them into your mind. It could be people— maybe it was. But how are lost people still with you? In your heart?

Suddenly you thought of your father, the day he left Hawkins ingrained into your memory. Your mother was pregnant with Dustin at the time— you remembered her crying after work, still in her scrubs. You remembered the day she came home with your brother in a carrier and how she cried for weeks after. You remembered seeing her less often. You remembered waking up to feed Dustin when your mother worked night shifts. You remembered not having a Sweet 16th after he was born. You remembered helping to pay for his racecar bed. You remembered getting him to say your name for the first time. It was his first word. You remembered raising him, and you remembered loving him so much. But you remembered the sleepless nights before tests. You remembered missing school to watch over him when he was sick. You remembered crying when he wouldn’t stop. You remembered having to swallow back the tears when your mother was there. The memories were a cocktail of pain, loss, and happiness.

You remembered…

"Is the answer memories?”

Another of the locks fell to the ground, causing it to shake.

"Correct— memories are powerful. They may hold a person's love or hate, their joy and their grief, and some may choose to block them out. The memories you hold dear will always be imprinted into your heart, even as years pass. Our memories shape us, and you are now stronger because of them. Keep those memories close, for even if they hurt, they are a part of who you are. Now, your last riddle is this: they arrive every night, whether invited or not. They can be seen, but not heard or touched. If one falls, they all keep moving.”

You absorbed her words into your mind— you needed to get this right, or you would be doomed to reset this death trap. Tapping your foot, you tried to wrap your head around the riddle. You looked up at the sky above you, falling into a distant memory.

"Whas in da sky?”

"Those are stars, Dustin. You can only see them clearly out here.”

"Why?”

"Because it's dark here.”

"The dark is scawy...”

"It can be, but the stars will always keep you safe.”

"How?”

"Well, you see that up there? That’s the North Star— when it comes out, you make a wish on it. And guess what? If you follow it, it can take you home.”

You sat on the driveway with Dustin in your lap, staring up into the starry sky. There had been a blackout, and your mother was still working at the hospital. The sudden darkness had scared the boy, and you tried to calm his cries by bringing him outside.

"It can?”

"Yeah, and do you wanna know the coolest thing?”

"Wha?”

"Sometimes stars fall from the sky. They say bye-bye to their mommies and they go on their own adventure. They fly by and spread their magic dust to make you happy.”

"Really? They not scawed?”

"Maybe, but it’s okay to be scared. Their mommies are always watching.”

"And sisters?”

"Yeah buddy, their sisters watch them too.”

Dustin leaned against you, staring up at the sky with awe in his bright blue eyes. The stars, despite the blackout, kept on moving.

"Is Mommy still working?”

"Yeah, the hospital needs a lot of help, so she’s staying late.”

"I sleep with you?”

He looked up at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, and how could you say no to that? You sighed and gently nodded.

"Yeah, you can sleep in my room 'til Mom gets back.”

He cheered and leaned against you, his eyes starting to close, and for a second, you thought a comet shot through the sky.

You wished things were different.

"Stars— the answer is stars.” Your voice came out shaky and unsure, and you held your breath until finally, after what felt like years, the final lock clicked open and fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Correct— for centuries, the stars have guided the lost, and today, their memory guides you forward. Whenever you feel lost in your heart, unsure of how to navigate the darkness within, then look to the night sky. Follow the stars and allow them to guide you, just as they guided others long ago. Just as the stars keep moving, so will you. Congratulations— you have passed the test and may continue on your journey.”

You held your breath, your eyes wide with shock. Your heart raced as you stood still, as if one wrong move would send you back to the start of the labyrinth. But your anxiety melted into joy when you realized that you had done it— you had passed the first test. You let out a shaky breath, your trembling hands quickly rubbing away the joyous tears that poured down your cheeks. Breaking into a smile, you turned to the orb, pointing at it with a determined fire in your eyes.

"See that, Eddie?! Fuck you, I did it! Bring it on!”

Chrissy smiled and tried to hide her laugh. She closed her glowing eyes, and when she blinked them open, she was herself again.

"Do watch out for traps, won’t you? I would like to see you at the banquet.”

"Banquet?”

"Yes, I would like to see you there alive and well. We have a celebration coming up and would love to have you there.”

You stared at her with confusion etching your features— as if you would voluntarily spend another second in this godforsaken place.

Chrissy stepped aside as the door swung open, exposing a topiary of a lion on the other side of the passage. You turned to her as she stretched and yawned, her form shifting back to her more animal-like appearance. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you were finally able to voice your concern.

"Are the next trials harder?”

"Well, everything has its difficulties and everything has its solutions. You’ll be fine, just keep looking ahead.”

"Alright, thank you!”

You took a deep breath, and with a newfound excitement, you passed through the doorway, your eyes trained on the topiary ahead. You looked back at Chrissy, who seemed to settle into sleep, and with a wide smile, you began to run. Your shoes pounded against the flagstone floor as you hurried through the passage.

But then the flagstone was gone, there was no ground, and your eyes widened as you fell down a gaping abyss. You clawed at the edge of the stone, but it was too late. Your heart raced as you helplessly flailed your arms, the darkness swallowing the scream you let out as you plummeted into the unknown. Was this the your fate all along? Had you made the wrong choice? Gone the wrong way? Were you going to die?

"I should have looked where I was stepping."

You fell down, down into the abyss, and the darkness consumed you.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I know it took almost a year to get here but it's here! I'm a full time college student and coming up with original puzzles for this was no easy feat I'll tell you what. I promise I haven't given up yet! Don't forget to reblog, like and comment it really helps! (gosh I sound like a Youtuber lol) But anyways thank you again for reading and back to the writing cave I go!

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madamemedic · 1 year ago

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Room For One More (Chapter Two: Planned Days Out)

(So sorry for not updating. I can't afford Grammerly anymore and my grammar sucks doodie. I just was worried this chapter would suck. Anyway, here's the next chapter.)

Chrissy was right, you did end up breaking Jason's nose. Something that he would not shut up about. It was getting tiring listing to Jason to complain all day about his poor nose. Shouldn't have said what he said thought Chrissy to herself. She still saw the two of you walking around school, Your hand was also in bandages, but unlike Jason, you seemed to move on with your life and didn't act like you were owed something because you got injured.

Chrissy was leaving the maths classroom when she bumped into you. This unfortunately caused Chrissy to land on her butt. You gasped as you held out your good hand to help Chrissy up from the floor.

"Shoot, sorry about that Chrissy, let me at least help you up" She took your hands. Your hands were slightly soft and smelt like lemon. They were also slightly bigger and rougher than hers, not much but Chrissy noticed.

"No it's OK, how's your hand?" As you help Chrissy up you laugh and show off your hand, it wasn't in bandages anymore but had a few plasters covering the tip of your fingers.

"It's all good... well that was until I cut my fingers during home ec. That was embarrassing, to say the least," Oh so that's why you hand bandages on. Chrissy couldn't but help admire your smile and overall warm, inviting presence.

"That's good, I'm sorry that Jason called you the things he did" Now it was your turn to be shocked, but it didn't last for long because you then started to laugh.

"You don't have to say sorry, besides little boys often say the silliest things when they feel their ego is bruised" Chrissy would have agreed but the bell went off, so there was no longer any time to talk.

"Damn, there goes the bell, Can't leave Eddie waiting or he'll think I've ditched him, Bye Chrissy"

"Oh bye (YFN)" You suddenly walk backwards towards Chrissy again.

"Oh Chrissy, I meant it, if you ever want to talk and maybe chill. You can talk to me and maybe we can even go to the mall at some point" You then walk off again like the conversation never happened which stunned Chrissy. Did you want to get to know her? Why would you want to know her? Both your boyfriends were constantly fighting. Chrissy thought that you wouldn't want to know her to start just because of that. Maybe she was wrong. Just as she was about to leave Chrissy saw a patch on the floor. It was the devil that she saw Eddie's shirt. It must have fallen off when you bumped into Chrissy.

"Yo Chrissy" A loud voice comes from behind her, quickly she stuffs the patch into her pocket and turns around. Jason. Ugh. Why was he always so loud? That's something Chrissy doubted she'd ever find out.

"Hello Jason"

"C'mere, I'm throwing a house party and I am going to need you to bring the cheer squad" Another house party. Sure they were OK but Chrissy liked being at home and reading. Besides Jason's parties were always filled with douchebags and assholes who don't know personal boundaries.

"Sure thing"

Jason didn't stay for long, to be honest, Chrissy was glad he didn't. Despite being in a relationship he didn't act like it. It was more of a showmanship that they were dating rather than the two of them being in love. Unlike you and Eddie. The way he always hugged you when he was with you, the way that he kissed your hand as you parted ways and not to mention the way he spoke to you. It was intoxicating being near you two. The second-hand high of being near such a loving couple like you two made Chrissy feel happy but at the same time jealous.

Once at home Chrissy pulls the patch from her pocket and examines it closely. It was the same devil that Eddie had on his shirt. What was the group called again? Oh yeah. The Hellfire Club. Where he would play D&D. Chrissy didn't understand what D&D was but she had heard that it was a way to summon demons and other such macabre things. Chrissy thought the rumours were ridiculous. If that were true then the school wouldn't allow it to take place in the building right?

"Chrissy, dinner time" Chrissy looks at the patch one more time, then places it back in her pocket. She was determined to give it back to you the next time she was with you.

Well, it turned out that saying it was easier than doing it. For some strange reason, she could seem to find you. Even at lunch, you were missing. This was strange, Chrissy started to feel slightly worried. That was until she saw Mike.

"You're Mike right?" Mike, Lucas, Will and Dustin stop walking and turn to face Chrissy.

"Yeah, why?"

"I just wanted to see if (YFN) is OK, I haven't seen her in a while" Dusting laughs and looks at his friends.

"(YFN) is OK, just prefers to stay away from the loud people at times. Which is weird 'cuz she dates Eddie"

Suddenly Dustin yelps as he feels a light thud at the back of his head. Behind him is Eddie and thankfully, you.

"I thought my ears were burning, Dustin darest talketh about me behind my back like thoust wouldn't know" Eddie's hand rests on Dustin's shoulder. Quickly Chrissy perks up so she could talk to you.

"You dropped this" Chrissy holds out the patch, you take it but just as you take it your hands meet. Chrissy felt something she had never felt. Like touching a live electric wire. There was something new and exciting when your fingers brushed hers. Both you and Chrissy were looking each other in the eyes. Chrissy didn't realise that she was holding her breath until Eddie coughed and you stepped back with your item.

"Thank you, Chrissy, I was looking everywhere for this" "You're welcome" The tension was thick the boys were looking at you and then back at Chrissy. Nobody moved. Almost like they were all playing musical statues and the first to move lost. That was until you got bored and decided to move.

"Hey, Chrissy. I need to go to the mall this Saturday to pick up some stuff. Want to join?" Now everyone turned to look at you. Shocked faces then turned to Chrissy. Even Chrissy was shocked by the question.

"Princess, I'm not sure if..."

"I'd like that" Chrissy responds, looking at you again. You smile and put the patch in your bag. The shocked faces of the boys doubled as even Eddie looked unsure.

"Great, I'll meet you say about 9ish in the morning. That way I can get there early before all the good stuff is gone. Bye boys, bye Chrissy" Chrissy watches you leave, dragging a still-stunned Eddie.

For once Chrissy was looking forward to the weekend. Spending one whole day with you. Just the two of you. It couldn't be that bad right?

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alovesongtheywrote · 2 years ago

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Cranberry Juice | Eddie Munson x Reader

♥ Summary: Getting kidnapped from a grocery store wasn't exactly on your to-do list, but neither was having sex with your blood-drunk vampire boyfriend on the dead bodies of your captors, so... [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader]

♥ Warnings: 18+, minors and ageless blogs dni. Violence, gore, kidnapping, gun related violence & violence against women, drinking blood, drinking blood in a sexual nature, biting, minor character death, derogatory terms used for the reader by someone other than eddie, unprotected sex, p in v sex, breeding kink, very brief dubcon, monster fucking, angst, fluff.

♥ A/N: holy fuck, i haven't written a fem/afab reader in years. i've also never written smut before, so this is new.

♥ Word count: 15945

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You would think that in the two years following the murder of Chrissy Cunningham and the supposed death of Eddie Munson, Hawkins, Indiana would have calmed down a little bit. You would at least assume that they would put down their pitchforks and torches and give Eddie’s friends and loved ones some room to breathe- after all, Eddie’s name had been cleared of any and all crimes, and he was, as far as they knew, literally dead.

But nope!

Nope! No! No way! You still couldn’t leave your house without receiving a thousand angry glares from a thousand angry hicks. Really, you didn’t feel comfortable leaving the house alone anymore, and no one could blame you for that. Between the threats you’d received, the shit you’d seen, and the way the town banded together to hunt down your boyfriend in 1986, you were more than justified in feeling unsafe.

This drove Eddie up the fucking wall.

You were his partner, the love of his undead life, and he couldn’t protect you from the same town that initially drove him into hiding- the town that he had died saving. He couldn’t protect Wayne, either, or the Hellfire Club kids for that matter. He couldn’t shield any of you, or stick by your side throughout the day- the wings and claws that Vecna had so graciously given him upon his return to the living made hiding a little more than necessary. And hey, if those new features weren’t bad enough on their own, Hawkins still wanted Eddie’s head on a pike. If any Hawkins citizen saw him like this, in a new and monstrous form, that would be more than enough of an excuse to murder him then and there.

In short, Eddie was helpless. His new features, the claws and fangs which were meant to maim and kill were useless when it came to defending his loved ones. He was entirely unable to take care of the people he loved most, and he hated it.

Anger and resentment festered inside of him. He worried about you whenever you left the house. Even when you were safe with him, a dark corner of his mind still spiraled through all the horrible possibilities. He wanted to keep you safe, to keep you unharmed and alive, and the idea that he wouldn’t be able to do that gave him a sense of dread like no other.

And then his fears were realized.

It started out as a simple shopping trip. You needed to pick up a few things, so you went out to get them. That’s how most people go about grocery shopping. It was normal. Painfully average considering everything else going on in your life, and honestly, you kind of liked that.

You didn’t go out alone. Max also needed to pick up a few things, so you brought her with you. You were smart about it. You both kept your guards up and your keys between your fingers. You were safe. Or you were until you fell for the faux sense of safety provided by the fluorescent lights and the bland music playing overhead- a sense of safety that would be brutally fucking shattered.

Before that, though, you were just looking at juice.

The grocery store shelves in front of you were filled with bottles and bottles of beverages. For a moment, you pondered just how many forms of cranberry juice a company could make. The answer was a lot, apparently.

At your side, Max was fidgeting, impatiently tapping her cane against the ground. You couldn’t blame her, you’d been staring at juice for like, five minutes.

“Hey,” her voice was quiet, “If it’s cool with you, I’m gonna go grab the-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you snapped out of your juice-induced haze, “Go for it, I’ll be here.”

Letting her go was your first mistake.

She nodded at you and left the aisle, ignoring the pointed glare served to her by a middle-aged woman who occupied the aisle with you. As soon as Max was gone, the woman’s glare found its true target. The killer’s girlfriend. The Munson boy’s accomplice. You.

Unfortunately for the woman, your attention was already back on the juice.

Apple. Blackberry. Blueberry. Cranberry. Cran-apple. Cran-pineapple. Cran-mango. Cran-cherry. Cran-pomegranate. There really were a lot of cranberry juices. In all seriousness, you didn’t actually care about juice that much. It was just a nice distraction from the oncoming-

“Devil’s whore.”

Oh, yep, there it was.

You said nothing as the woman swore at you. You tuned out her whispered rant about your audacity- the nerve you had to go out in public after dating that ‘child-murdering monster.’ You were used to this treatment. Not everyone in Hawkins was this intense. Some were worse, and some were better, but there were enough angry citizens kicking around for you to grow numb to the insults. As long as they weren’t threatening your life, you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. You just focused on the juice and let her voice fade out.

That was your second mistake.

You tuned back in to the sound of a click- the sound of a gun’s safety turning off. Panic filled your body as you returned to your surroundings. The woman was gone. Where she had vanished to was a mystery, but you didn’t really care. Not when, in her place, a man stood, aiming a gun right at your stomach.

After noting the gun, the first things you noticed were the man’s eyes- ice blue, cold, and cruel. He wore a sweatshirt beneath a white and green varsity jacket, the hood of which he had pulled up and over his blond hair. It was a clear attempt to provide your attacker with some anonymity- of course, that was instantly cancelled out by the print on the sleeve that read, “Hawkins High, ‘84.” He was your age- and when you looked closer, you realized that you knew him.

Kurt Robertson. He had been a classmate of yours, a jock who had treated “freaks” like you and Eddie rather poorly. Clearly, he had continued his athletic pursuits given his muscular frame. Fear pooled in your stomach as you realized that you were no match for him. You wouldn’t have been a match for him even if he didn’t have a gun.

You put your hands up slowly, “Hi, Kurt. It’s nice to see you, too.”

“Don’t even try it, bitch. Come with me,” he grabbed you by your shoulder, pushing the gun into your hip.

“Uh, maybe,” you were playing with fire, “Can I ask what this is about?”

“You know full well what this is about. That freak boyfriend of yours murdered Chrissy- he murdered Jason, too. They were good kids, and there’s no justice for them.”

“So you decided to find some at the grocery store?”

“Shut up, bitch, I’m talking,” he slammed you into the shelving unit. You yelped like a wounded animal. Two bottles of cranberry juice fell to the floor, cracking open as they met the ground. Red spilled across the tiles.

“I’m here, we’re here,” he gestured to the store’s exit. The implication of backup made you shiver, “To do good by Jason. And Chrissy. Munson took their lives- we figured we’d return the favour. Send his slut to hell for him.”

A crooked smile spread across Kurt’s face as he let you go, pulling back from the shelves. He gestured to the glass doors again, “Now, let’s get a move on, shall we?”

“What, you’re taking me to a secondary location? Too afraid to kill me where everyone can see it?” It was an attempt to escape- to convince this guy to let you go. If you could get him to fuck off, you might be able to slip out the backdoor and get to Eddie. If you got to Eddie, you would be safe.

“No,” Kurt pressed the gun back against your stomach, “I just respect this fine establishment too much to get your fucking guts all over it.”

“This is a grocery store.”

“Hey!” your head jerked to the side to see who had spoken. Kurt did the same. Max was standing at the end of the aisle, her groceries in one hand and her cane in the other. She looked angry, murderous- you were proud of her for that glare alone.

“Is there a problem here?” she scowled at the man in front of you. You felt the gun turn. Its side pressed against you, hiding from view in the fabric of your shirt. The barrel was aimed at Max. Shit.

You turned back to face Kurt. He wouldn’t look at you. His eyes were fixed on the red-haired girl- his new target. You had to protect her. She’d probably be pissed at you for having that thought, but you had to protect her.

“There’s no problem,” you said, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice, “I just ran into a former classmate.”

Max looked like she didn’t believe you in the slightest, not that you could blame her for that. Everything from Kurt’s proximity to you to the juice on the floor spelled out trouble. You blinked.

“Actually, do you think you’re good to find your own way home? I think I’m gonna be a while. Just catching up, y’know?”

You blinked again- three short blinks. Three long blinks. Three short ones. You hoped she noticed.

She stared at you for a minute, looking deep into your eyes before nodding. She coughed out a quick, “Yeah, it’s fine. See you around,” and with that, Max was gone. You could only hope that your message had been received.

Kurt waited for a moment. The doors opened and closed. Max had left. Now, it was just you, a man with a gun, and a dozen shoppers who didn’t give a shit about whether or not Eddie Munson’s whore girlfriend got shot in the middle of the juice aisle.

“Kurt,” you tried, watching as he took in your surroundings and fixed his eyes on the door, “Chrissy was a good kid, and I’m so sorry that she’s gone. She didn’t deserve to die, but I promise, Eddie didn’t have anything to do with it-”

He took your arm in a grip that would surely leave bruises- if you lived long enough for them to form. You winced but continued on, trying again to free yourself diplomatically, “And Jason- Jason was extreme, you have to admit, but I’m sorry about him, too. He did some awful things, but he wasn’t evil-”

“Yeah, you’d know a lot about evil, wouldn’t you?” Kurt sneered, pulling you out of the store and into the alleyway behind it. A pickup truck was parked there, waiting for you. Diplomacy had failed. You had to try something else.

The first thing you did was grab the gun and shove it away from you. Kurt’s arm went with it, and he stumbled slightly. You stumbled, too, but your balance came back to you faster than his did. You used your brief advantage to punch your assailant in the face. Your fist connected with his jaw, sending Kurt right to the ground.

You shook out your hand and took a step away, momentarily stunned by your pain and your power. The doors of the pickup began to open. You ran. You were being chased by former jocks. You didn’t get far.

Two arms wrapped around you- one around your chest, and one around your neck. You tilted your head down and bit as hard as you possibly could. The guy screamed, letting go of you just as another pair of arms took hold.

You struggled, turning around in the man’s hold and scratching at his eyes. Someone ran behind you and grabbed at your arms, trying to stop you. You thrashed, hissing and fighting like an angry animal. It was futile.

You were pushed to the ground and a gun was pointed at your face. Kurt glared down at you, his eyes full of hate and his lip gushing blood. The rest of the boys backed off for the moment, standing on the sidelines, watching their leader.

“I should kill you. I should kill you right now you fucking bitch. Send you to hell with your Satanic fucking boyfriend.”

“Then do it,” you barked, adrenaline and impulse speaking for you more than anything else, “Kill me. Unless you’re scared to do it you quivering pussy-”

Kurt slammed the gun into the side of your head. Your vision went black. Your hearing faded to a soft buzz. Blood dripped down the length of your face. You didn’t feel it. You couldn’t feel anything. You didn’t hear the panicked whispers of the jocks, nor the quietly exclaimed, “Holy shit, dude! You fucking killed her!” or the, “She’s not dead, just knocked out, calm the fuck down,” that followed it.

For the moment, you were out of the game.

The boys loaded you into the truck as fast as they could. Their arms held you down, their hold on you tight, as if your unconscious body would spring up and perform a series of badass jiu-jitsu moves on them. That didn’t happen, but they wanted to be prepared.

The pickup sped out of the alleyway, putting the grocery store in its rearview mirror with law-breaking speed. If any of the jocks had bothered to look in said rearview mirror, they would have noticed a red-headed girl using the payphone that stood near the grocery store parking lot.

“Eddie? It’s Max. We have a problem.”

You woke to the stench of rotting wood and decomposing hay. Beneath you, a filthy concrete floor provided a cold embrace. Small stones and various pieces of dirt and debris dug into your soft flesh. In this position, your leg was twisted under your weight at an awkward angle.

Damning the discomfort, you kept still. Every part of you was tense, ready, waiting for some sign or sound of your abductors. Nothing happened. The only sound was the faint scurrying of mice, and the wind blowing through the trees outside. Still hesitant, you opened your eyes.

Most of the structure around you was made of decaying wood. Planks and beams extended across a vast room, stretching up to a high ceiling to meet with crumbling rafters. In some places, red and white paint had been applied to cover up some of the damage, but after years of neglect, the attempted solution had faded and chipped away.

Beams of golden sunlight streamed into the barn through dirty glass windows, and through a large square hole in the wall that had once housed a door. Far above your head, shitty old lights buzzed harshly, illuminating all of the grime that the sun couldn’t reach.

Outside, you could see a weed-filled field running off to a line of trees in the distance. Brambles twisted up near the barn’s entrance. Wildflowers bloomed among nettles and thorns. Vines tangled with the faulty wood of the walls. Even inside the barn, little sprouts popped up through cracks in the concrete. Dandelions puffed near rusted old farming equipment and piles of wasted hay.

This place was oddly beautiful- and clearly abandoned. You were far from help, and from the sound of it, you were completely alone.

Cautiously, you got to your feet. The spot of concrete that had served as your pillow was stained red. You didn’t want to think about that too hard. Putting it out of your mind, you took a few shaky steps, stumbling your way toward the exit. Your bruised body screamed in protest. The sound of your footfalls echoed through the barn. You kept going. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice.

A rusty pitchfork lay against the wall a few feet from the hole in the wall. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have touched the thing for fear of tetanus. Unfortunately, these were not normal circumstances. You armed yourself quickly and continued on, inching forward until the concrete turned to gravel underfoot.

You didn’t make it far.

The sound your movements made alerted your captors to the fact that you were awake. You could hear something drop around the side of the barn- something heavy. Male voices swore loudly. The sound of curses and other exclamations rang through the field, polluting the otherwise beautiful golden hour.

You looked around, desperately searching for a place to hide. You found nothing. There was no hiding place among the weeds and brambles, no space for nature to pull you in and protect you. Your fists tightened around the pitchfork as you realized that this would come down to a fight.

Unfortunately, you were right.

Jocks ran out from behind the barn like ants swarming from a hill. Someone cried out, “Skin only! Don’t kill her yet!”

You vaguely recognized some of the faces before you- the first one was Andy, one of the jocks who had been after Eddie in ‘86. You were able to push him back with your makeshift weapon. The next jock, unfortunately, got much closer. The smell of weed assaulted you, which was quickly followed by an actual assault. A fist met your cheek, and you staggered back, keeping yourself up with the handle of the pitchfork.

The jock didn’t let up. Another punch came your way, but you managed to step back and avoid it. The guy kicked at you weakly, but you easily dodged that, too. In retaliation, you raised the pitchfork and brought it down flat over the guy’s head, knocking him to the ground.

Alas, you were still surrounded. Five more jocks were perfectly ready for a fight, and you were quickly running out of strength and luck. Panic and pain surged through you as another hit connected with your jaw. A fist collided with your stomach. You fell to your knees. Another hand met your face. A ring broke the skin of your lips. Your chosen weapon fell to the ground as blow after blow fell upon you.

You did your best to shelter yourself from the attack. Sharp aches echoed through your limbs with every blow. You tried to separate yourself from the moment, mentally and physically. Curling into a ball on the ground and disassociating didn’t exactly make you feel brave or heroic, but it kept you from taking too much damage. Still, you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day- if you lasted that long.

You barely noticed when the kicks and punches stopped coming. You only snapped out of it fully when someone grabbed your arm. You winced. It was the first reaction they’d gotten from you since the attack began.

“Good,” Kurt grinned, “We didn’t break you.”

You said nothing, biting back several sarcastic remarks. None of them seemed appropriate for the situation. Instead, you slid your tongue over your lip, collecting the blood that pooled there. The next time Kurt opened his mouth to speak, you spit in his face.

“You fucking bitch!” Kurt shrieked, wiping frantically at his face, “Tie her up and get her back in the barn. We’re gonna take this slow, got it? She doesn’t get a quick death.”

Kurt’s lackeys obeyed. Someone bound your wrists together in front of you with duct tape. Rough hands pulled you up from the ground and shoved you back toward the barn. Fear began to take anger’s place as they threw you to the concrete. Blood dripped from your lip to the floor. You watched as it bleed between rocks and cracks below you. How much blood would you lose tonight?

Your heart raced. Breath escaped your battered lungs, but you couldn’t seem to pull any air in. Kurt glared down at you, his form outlined by the light of the setting sun. He looked at you like you were some sort of vermin he had to dispose of. You were sure that in his eyes, that was the truth.

The gun was in his hand.

“Remind me, Andy. How did they find Jason’s girl again?”

“I dunno. They didn’t even let her parents see her face. But Patrick,” Andy knelt down in front of you and grabbed your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look at him, “I got to see Patrick. All of his bones were shattered. Some kind of freak ritual, I guess.”

“Well, we don’t have a freak ritual, but,” Kurt aimed the gun at your leg, “We can always improvise. Answer me this, boys- will a bone break apart if you hit it with a bullet?”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

His finger wrapped around the trigger.

A deafening bang echoed off the barn’s walls.

The sound didn’t come from the gun. Something had crashed into the roof. Dust reigned down on you and the boys as you all looked up, peering at the ceiling. Above you, the old lights began to flicker. The air seemed to chill by a few degrees.

The jocks staggered slightly, their eyes off of you and fixed on the ceiling. They all jumped as the horrendous screech of tearing metal met their ears. Whatever had landed on the roof, it was now clawing its way off. The boys turned to face the door, gripping their weapons and putting up their fists.

An inhuman sound split the calm twilight. You knew it well- that unnerving, predatory growl. You’d heard it a few times before, while running for your life in the Upside Down. While you watched the bats tear your lover apart. You fell back, crawling deeper into the barn.

The lights flicked off.

When they came back on, Eddie was standing in the would-be doorway of the barn, wings spread and fangs bared.

“Is that-?” one of the jocks whispered.

“Munson,” Andy spat. Kurt raised his gun, aiming the barrel at its new target.

He didn’t get the chance to shoot.

Eddie attacked first. He flew forward, seizing the face of the nearest man in his claws. In seconds, the man’s head was nothing more than a bloody mess. Screams filled the air as the first jock fell to the ground. Eddie fell with him, teeth to the man’s neck as blood pooled around them, a blood-red mirror on the concrete floor.

Your attackers stood stunned as Eddie moved on, leaving a body behind. Garnet drops flew to the floor as Eddie tore the next attacker into tiny little pieces. You were almost hypnotized by the way Eddie’s teeth sunk into the guy’s neck, by the way Eddie’s claws tore through his flesh. You could practically hear the sound of blood draining from his veins. When he pulled back, Eddie’s sweet brown eyes were blood red.

He was quick to jump at his next victim, claws and fangs tearing, and slashing, and biting until the man stopped moving.

It was only after that third man’s body was drained that your attackers shook themselves from their reverie and began to retaliate. They’d been aching for a chance to hurt Eddie for years. Now, they had even more of an excuse to kill him- if Eddie was a freak before, then what was he with wings and fangs? To them, he was a monster. He always had been, and he always would be.

They attacked.

It wasn’t too effective, all things considered. A fist flew at Eddie, and in response, he grabbed the offending hand, pulled the man close to him, and put his claws through the man’s chest. You almost felt sick at the sight of it- your boyfriend’s hand, rings and all, coming through the back of a man who beat you minutes before.

You knew Eddie was stronger now, inhumanly so, but you had never seen him use that strength like this- not on a person, at least. You were never afraid of Eddie. You knew that he would rather die than hurt you. But watching what he could do to a human- it filled you with unease, and with some other emotion that you refused to name.

That nameless emotion screamed in your ears as Eddie pulled the man towards him using the hand still in his chest. Eddie brought his fangs to the man’s throat and drank.

The sound of wood splintering filled the air as Eddie blocked a blow from a bat with his claws. He pulled his mouth away from his latest victim’s neck so that he could handle the weapon. He discarded the bat quickly, throwing it clear across the barn. He threw the wielder next, impaling him on some old farming equipment. The dandelions that lived beneath the aged machine were showered in a gush of ruby and wine.

Andy was next. He came at Eddie with a crowbar, and your stomach turned as you realized that all the jocks’ weapons- the bats, the crowbars, and the gun- were meant for you. You winced as Andy managed to land a hit, striking Eddie in the shoulder with enough strength to down a regular man. Fortunately, Eddie was not a regular man. He seized the crowbar and bent it, letting it fall to the floor.

“You- you killed Chrissy! And Patrick, and Jason-!”

Eddie’s eyes bore into Andy’s, speaking untold volumes, simmering with rage. Eddie wiped the blood from his mouth and took a step toward the jock.

“I didn’t kill any of them. I didn’t touch any of them. But you? You made my girl bleed. You’re gonna pay for that.”

In seconds, Andy was on the ground, unconscious or dead, you couldn’t tell. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth. Eddie didn’t bother drinking from him.

For a moment, then, the world fell silent. Eddie’s eyes met yours across the barn, across the sea of blood that he had spilled to protect you. Despite the gore, despite the blood that stained Eddie’s hands and the space under his nails, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. He was here. You were safe now.

But thinking that was your third mistake.

Eddie smiled back, and as he did, another ear-piercing bang echoed through the barn. There was nothing on the roof. There was nothing clawing down to the barn. There was nothing but you and Eddie, Kurt and his gun.

Eddie brought his hand to his side. When he moved it away, his skin was stained with both his blood and the blood of those he’d slain. You screamed. Eddie fell to his knees. Kurt took aim again. He levelled the gun at Eddie’s head.

You leapt at Kurt, using your bound fists as a weapon. You caught the man by surprise, knocking him right to the ground. The gun slid across the floor, away from both of you. Kurt quickly took the advantage, rolling over and pinning your hips to the ground with his. He raised his fist and brought it down on your face, once, then twice.

He didn’t land a third punch. Eddie tackled him off of you, hurling Kurt’s body away from yours. He stayed in front of you, protecting you from Kurt, blocking him from view. He was your shield, keeping you safe and out of the other man’s reach. Eddie snarled like an animal- a predator. It was a warning to Kurt. A message telling him, on no uncertain terms, to stay put.

Kurt did no such thing. He jumped at Eddie. Thick fingers dug deep into the bloody mark on Eddie’s side. He cried out in agony- the sound was something akin to a roar.

“You’re a monster,” Kurt yelled, his hands now covered in the dark cranberry shades of Eddie’s blood, “You’re a FUCKING MONSTER!”

Eddie stumbled backwards, a pained gasp leaving his lips. Your attacker showed no mercy. He advanced, landing a hit on Eddie’s jaw. Eddie fell to his knees.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time,” Kurt reached for the gun. He couldn’t find it.

Another shot rang out.

The sound echoed around the barn.

Blood spilled out from the brand-new bullet wound in Kurt’s chest. He fell to the ground with a dull thud. His blood pooled beneath him, like cranberry juice on the floor of a grocery store. Another blood-red mirror to reflect another lifeless corpse. Another red stain on the concrete.

You stood behind him, gun held tightly in your bound hands.

Silence followed. You could hear Eddie’s panting, and the sound of your heartbeat rushing in your ears. The busted farm lights buzzed overhead. Outside, in the twilight, cicadas sang, serenading you both. Each breath you took was tainted by the iron scent of blood. A chill danced up your skin. The barn was still cold- so fucking cold.

Eddie was struggling. New blood coursed through his system, making every inch of him feel warm. Something beneath his skin started to itch. He wanted to move. He wanted to hunt. He wanted you. He wanted to see you spread out before him, breathless and quivering, completely drunk on his cock. He wanted the taste of your blood to stain his tongue. He could feel an unending pulsation spread through him, driving him forward, almost controlling him in a way. His eyes met yours for just a moment before he forced himself to look away. A growl left his lips.

Across the room, you watched Eddie’s silent crisis, completely unaware of the feral desires harboured behind his big doe eyes. His claws curled at the concrete. You could hear them scratching against it- almost carving through it entirely. His breath seemed to come faster and faster, his chest rapidly rising and falling with every second that passed. You panicked, slightly, taking a small step towards him as your fear for his safety overtook your brain.

You lowered the gun.

“Eddie?” You called out, shattering the quiet with your desperation. Your voice was weak, shaking. You sounded broken.

In an instant, Eddie was on his knees before you. His cold clawed hands ran up your thighs and over your hips, slender fingers checking for hidden injuries, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His movements were gentle, though they edged on desperate, almost animalistic. Your heart twinged with guilt as sparks flew from each place he touched. Despite the situation, you wanted more of this- more of him.

You got just that when his lips joined his hands. He painted each part of you with kisses, brushing his mouth over your knees, your thighs, your hips. He paused over the faint purple of a forming bruise on your leg, his touch hovering over it slightly as passionate concern tore a growl from deep within his chest. You could feel his breath against your skin, hard and fast, nothing short of panicked. His fear for you melted your heart. You whispered his name. It came out as a plea- a blasphemous prayer in a God-fearing town.

“I’m here,” he replied, his voice low, “I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Are you alright?”

You nodded, trying to breathe again as you adjusted to the safety of his presence. His hands slid up your body as he leaned in, pressing his lips and then his teeth against the soft skin of your thigh. He bit down, enough to mark you but not enough to make you bleed, “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you. I promise.”

You whimpered, taking his chin between your fingers, urging him to meet your eyes. His face was pale, and his normally messy hair was wild and slightly damp from sweat. Blood spilled from his bottom lip. You couldn’t tell if it was his. Gently, you brushed the blood away with your thumb. He leaned into your touch, shutting his eyes for a moment, letting himself be there with you. When he opened his eyes again, there was something dark contained in the sweet brown of his irises- a grim determination.

“Baby,” he groaned, raising a hand to your wrists, “I’m gonna untie you, and then-” he paused, taking a deep breath.

“And then?”

“And then I need you to run.”

“What? Why? What’s wrong-?” a fresh wave of panic shot through you at Eddie’s warning.

Eddie paused for a moment. When he spoke again, he almost sounded afraid, “It’s nothing. Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart. I just- I need you to run from me.”

“Eddie, what do you mean?”

He didn’t answer.

“Eddie- Eddie, please-”

He dug his fingers into your thighs, pulling you down and knocking you onto your back. A small cry escaped you. Your heart began to pound in your chest as one of his massive hands curled in the dust beside you. In the time it took to blink, he was leaning over you, caging you in with his body. One of his legs found its home between yours. The way he stared down at you was a new kind of desperate- he looked hungry. Empty. Starving.

“I’ve had too much blood tonight, baby,” he leaned in, nipping at your throat, all teeth, no fangs. He made a point not to bite, “And it did something to me.”

“S-something?”

He slipped his hands into yours, pinning your arms above your head by your still-bound wrists. He pulled back to look at you, ravenous devotion clouding his eyes, “Something, baby. I don’t know what, but I-”

He cut himself off, looking away from your face and shutting his eyes tightly as if he could somehow fend off what he was feeling by pretending to be somewhere else. His grip on you tightened, and you fought off the urge to whimper. Again, you whispered his name.

“I want to taste you,” Eddie sounded horrified at his own words, but he didn’t stop, “I wanna feel you succumb beneath my hands. I want to feel your heart race for me, but I can’t tell whether it’s your blood I want on my tongue, or you. And I- I can’t hurt you, so I need you to run, okay?”

His eyes were still closed. He still refused to look at you. He seemed so deeply ashamed- and yet, heat pooled inside you, flowing down to your core. You drew in a breath, your chest rising sharply. Blood rushed to your cheeks, heating your face until everything beneath your skin felt like fire. Your eyes widened. Your thighs shook slightly. Any sense of self-preservation you had was throwing itself out the window in the wake of the fire that Eddie had unknowingly set inside of you- a fire that you had no intention of putting out.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed at your physical response. He leaned down, lips brushing against your ear, “Are you afraid?”

“Afraid? Of you?” your voice shook, and your body trembled beneath him, but a small smile took over your features at the thought, “Never.”

Eddie pressed his forehead against your shoulder. A small grin crossed his features, though there was no joy in it. There was something tragic in every movement he made. A desperate longing drove every action- a want for something he could not have.

“Goddamnit, I love you,” he whispered. His words were almost a whine, “But I need you to get out of here, okay? I need you to get somewhere safe, somewhere away from me, and I need you to stay there.”

He pressed his lips back to your neck, sucking your skin in between his teeth with enough pressure to bruise, but not to break. His claws bit into the tape, beginning to tear it.

“Eddie-” you spoke fast, panicking at the thought of leaving him like this, “Eddie, I’m not going anywhere. Not when you’re hurt. Look, I know you’re afraid to hurt me, and I know that you think you’re a monster, but you’re not,” you flushed as your voice broke, “You’re not a monster, Eds. You- you make me feel safe. I want to stay.”

He stopped tearing at the tape.

“Eddie,” you sounded more sure, “I’m here. I’m staying, and you won’t hurt me, you won’t lose control-”

“You don’t know that,” he hissed, his voice filled with so much self-loathing that the sound of it broke your heart.

“But I do. Eddie, everything you did tonight, you did to save me. To protect me. You aren’t gonna hurt me. You’re not-”

His hand was on your throat. He didn’t squeeze. There was no pressure, but his claws pricked in against your fragile skin. You should have been afraid of him, or at the very least you should have feared for your life. Eddie was dangerous. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but you’d just witnessed him murder several people with the claws that were now against your throat. But in fear’s place, that deep longing still burned inside of you.

”Baby,” Eddie warned, “I need you to understand. There is so very little inside of me that wants to be nice, and there is so much of me that wants to-”

A sharp sting spread out from your neck as his claws drew the tiniest drops of blood. He leaned closer to you, to your neck, “I don’t want to show mercy or kindness. I want to fuck you until my cum is spilling out of you, until you can’t move, and then I wanna keep going. I want to use you until you know that that pretty little slit between your legs belongs to me. I want to claim you. To own you. To ruin you for everyone else. I want you to bleed for me, and that is terrifying.”

He paused, releasing your throat from his hold and bringing his lips to your neck. He lapped at the drops of blood that spilled from the pinprick-like wounds he’d made. The second his tongue was on you, he took his other hand off your wrists and moved his touch down your body. He stopped at the hem of your shirt, his fingers biting into the material, almost tearing it like they had torn your skin just moments before.

“Sweet girl, I wanna fuck you until it hurts- fuck you while we’re surrounded by the bodies of our enemies- and then I want to drain you. I am a monster. And I want you the way a monster would. Do you understand?”

Again, you should have been afraid. You should’ve let him free your wrists, and then you should have run away. You should have screamed.

Instead, you moaned.

You couldn’t help it. It just sort of slipped out of you- his words, the intensity of his gaze, the sweet sting at your neck- it all poured gasoline on the already raging fire burning inside your core. Your legs fell apart for him, thighs spreading wide as arousal pooled between them. Eddie looked a little surprised.

“Did you- did you just fucking moan?”

You grumbled, desperate to hide your face in shame. Your humiliation doubled when you realized that with Eddie’s heightened senses, he could probably tell that you wanted him. He could undoubtedly hear the racing of your heart and smell the want between your legs.

“You fucking heard me,” you sighed, looking away in defeat, “But you- you can’t just say shit like that. You have to know that I want you.”

“You want me? To what, to kill you? Because-”

You cut him off, sighing again at your boyfriend’s dramatics, “Oh my god, Eddie, I want you inside of me.”

He froze for a second, stunned into silence. You took that as a cue to carry on, “I want you to fuck me. To claim me. I want you to use me, to ruin me, whatever, I just want to be yours.”

Eddie remained quiet, though his features had softened slightly. You turned back to face him, shoving your shame out of your mind. You sat up in his hold, letting him wrap his arms around your waist as you encircled your still-bound arms around his neck. His eyes were still wide with shock, but there was an undeniable sense of adoration within them. In turn, Eddie saw no fear in your gaze- just determination. And arousal.

“I want you to take me,” you begged, twisting your fingers in his hair, “Right here, and right now, and if you have to do that ‘like a monster,’ then do it. I don’t care. I just want you.”

Another growl ripped itself from Eddie’s throat as he pushed you back to the ground, keeping your arms around him, “Do you understand what you’re getting yourself into?”

You nodded, leaning up and pressing your lips to his in a quick and surprisingly chaste kiss. He smiled against your skin- a genuine smile, this time. You’d convinced him. He sighed, reaching up to gently cup your face. He traced over your cheek as he spoke, “Use your words for me, sweet girl.”

You turned your head to press a kiss to his palm, “I know. Do you understand that I don’t care what I’m getting myself into?”

He raised an eyebrow. You continued, a devious smirk on your face.

“You could do whatever you want to me because I want this. I want you. And, hey if you don’t fuck me at this point, maybe I’ll do it myself and make you watch.”

On the last word, you parted your lips and bit Eddie’s hand. He choked. A blush covered his face, painting his features pink up to the tips of his ears. You smiled, satisfaction with your work sinking in as you leaned up to press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. His skin was warm, far warmer than the palm he had on your face just moments before.

Eddie shook his head, snapping out of his flustered state. His eyes darkened as want crept back into his gaze. He took your arms from around his neck, pressing a kiss to your hands before he pressed them into the ground above your head. You were pinned.

“Even now, you’re such a fuckin’ brat,” Eddie purred, “Y’know, it might be a little tough for you to get yourself off seeing as you’re, y’know, at my mercy, but I’d like to see you try. I can’t complain about a show like that.”

You gave a defiant wiggle, stretching your hands as much as you could with your wrists still pinned and bound, “I know. That’s why I-”

A moan swallowed your words as he pressed a kiss to the column of your throat. The sound heightened in pitch, becoming a cry as his teeth bit into your soft flesh. Eddie smiled against your neck as he released his hold on your wrists. His hands moved down your body, his actions slow, fingers weighed down by intent. His touch lingered by your breasts for a second, giving your tits a harsh squeeze before he reached further. A sharp gasp left you as you felt his cold digits press against the bare skin beneath the hem of your shirt.

His grip tightened on the fabric, claws piercing through it before he tore it from you entirely, leaving your upper body exposed to the chill of the barn. Goosebumps rose on your skin. Beneath your bra, your nipples pebbled from both the cold and your arousal. Eddie made short work of that garment, too, not bothering with the clasp. In less than a second, your bra was in pieces on the floor beside your poor, poor shirt.

Eddie paused, taking in the sight of your chest. His hands slipped up and over your waist, stopping just beneath your breasts, “Holy shit,” his voice was rough, gravely- and it had you arching up into his hold, “You’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect.”

He leaned in, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, nipping at your flesh ever so slightly. His fangs threatened to pierce your skin, and you knew you wouldn’t mind if they did. You meant what you said. Eddie could have his way with you however he liked. He could cut you, bleed you, break you, and you would let him. You would lie there for him and just let him take everything he wanted. (Of course, you knew he wouldn’t. He loved you far too much to ever cause you real harm.)

You let out a whine, running your hands into Eddie’s hair. It was a little difficult- your wrists were still bound- but you did your best. He moaned, lips still against your skin, and you found yourself writhing at the sensation. Your body begged for more, for him to do more than touch and bite- you wanted to be fucked.

“Eddie, please- please,” the attempt was sweet, but your pleas went ignored. Eddie pulled his mouth away from your nipple, moving just slightly to mark up the rest of your chest. You tilted your head back, panting as his hands descended to the hem of your shorts, squeezing and scratching your sides as he went.

“Eds, please-”

“That’s it, good girl,” Eddie purred, teeth still against your chest, “Beg for me.”

You whined, bucking your hips up, trying to get some friction. Eddie laughed a little as you tried desperately to squeeze your thighs together. The leg he kept between yours prevented it, and you groaned, tugging on his hair in retaliation.

Eddie moaned, leaning back until you could see his eyes shut in pleasure, “So pretty. And such a fucking brat-”

He sunk his fangs deep into your chest. You cried out, digging your nails into his scalp. You keened weakly as he drank from you. He didn’t take much- he was already enduring what could be considered a blood overdose- but he did take enough to shut you up, to make you hurt.

When he pulled away, you were a mewling mess beneath him. Your whines only got louder when he dragged his tongue over the bite wound. A sharp grin exposed his fangs, now stained with your blood. He leaned in, kissing you deeply, sliding his tongue passed your lips. You could taste the copper tang of your life in his mouth.

He pulled away, breathless, and in seconds he was back on your body, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your arm, biting at your wrist and drawing blood before he moved back to your chest. He pulled your other nipple between his teeth, nipping and biting, making you whine. You moved your body against the thigh he kept between your legs, grinding on it. You were desperate and Eddie knew it.

He kissed down your stomach, biting at your hip as his grip tightened on the fabric of your shorts. You yelped at the sting of his teeth, the sharp piercing of his fangs in your flesh. Eddie’s tongue laved over your hip, lapping up the blood that dripped down your side. He tore your shorts to pieces before the blood could stain them, ripping your panties off with them.

A loud gasp escaped you, and you let out a whine as the cold barn air met with your dripping cunt. Eddie’s smile was almost shark-like. Lots of teeth.

“So pretty,” Eddie whispered, “And so wet for me, baby.”

He pressed a kiss to the new bite mark hip before he continued, “Y’know, watching you fuck yourself for me- I’d only last so long before I just took you for myself.”

Two fingers moved up your slit, gathering your arousal before meeting with your clit. His skin was rough, callused from fighting and from his guitar. His touch was electric, sending shockwaves through your spine. You couldn’t hold back your moan, nor could you control your hips as they bucked up into his hand.

“S-so,” you tried to speak as his fingers moved in tight circles over your sensitive nub, “You’d still fuck me, then?”

“I’d clean your fingers off first, but yes.”

“Oh, good. So either way, I get what I want.”

He paused his ministrations and pulled his fingers away entirely, digging them into your sides. You made a noise of protest, but Eddie remained still. For a second, he just stared at you, half squinting. In the time it took to blink, his teeth were on your chest again. He didn’t break the skin, but he got so dangerously close to it that you couldn’t help but shiver as want dripped down your thighs.

Eddie’s grip tightened on you, and you wondered what the bruises his ring-clad fingers left on your hips would look like later on. An especially sharp bite pulled you back to the present. You mewled, whining as Eddie nipped at the soft skin over your heart. You could almost feel your blood pumping faster through your veins, sending that same fire through each one of your nerves.

Slowly, though, Eddie’s fangs distanced themselves from you. It was just his lips on your skin. The pressure was still bruising to be sure, but something had changed.

“I’ll give you whatever you want. Whatever,” you could feel Eddie speaking against you, his breath warm on your chest, “Whatever you want, just stay with me.”

A few short moments ago, he’d been begging you to run away from him. Now, he wanted you to stay. A quick kiss to your bloodied temple told you why.

‘I will,” you pulled his forehead to yours, locking eyes with him, “I promise I will.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, wrapping your arms around his neck as your nails gently scratched at his scalp. He melted into your touch before leaning in, pressing his soft lips against yours. The kiss was so gentle, so different from the harsh bites and scratches he’d delivered so far. Your body overflowed with want, a broken fountain pouring desire onto the floor.

“You,” you muttered against him, “Are everything I want.”

He looked down at you for a second, eyes wide and wanting. You leaned up, capturing his lips with yours. One of his hands came up, cupping your face gently, holding you like you were something precious. Your lips fit against his perfectly. The fire inside you was threatening to take down the goddamn barn.

You paused. Wrapping a strand of Eddie’s hair around your fingers, you gave a slight tug. You met his gaze with a small smile, removing your arms from around his neck and bringing them in front of you.

“Also, I would like to be untied, please.”

He laughed and did as you asked, freeing you with a swipe of his claw. Instantly, your hands were on his face, your fingers running over his cheekbones, sweeping under his eyes. With your new freedom, you were able to run your hands up and through his hair properly. Above you, Eddie seemed to purr.

Eddie lowered himself, kissing and biting down your breasts and stomach, leaving bruises as he went. His movements were the same as before, but there was a new passion to them. You brushed your fingers over his shoulders, scratching at him slightly. He gripped onto the soft skin of your inner thighs, threatening to tear into it. You arched your hips up towards him. He grabbed them, grip tight and claws digging in. You cried out quietly as he pushed them back to the ground. Your back stung slightly, but the pain was quickly put out of your mind.

“Stay put for me, will you, sweetheart?”

You barely had a moment to register his words. His lips met with your heat, and you cried out at the sensation. His tongue moved up and down, teasing your entrance before his lips closed around your clit. You couldn't keep your thighs from closing around his head when you felt the harsh edges of his teeth. He didn’t seem to mind. More than that, he moaned against you. You had to fight to keep still beneath him.

Eddie kissed and bit you, eating you out like a man starved, like an animal that hadn’t been fed in an eternity or longer. The pleasure he brought you was almost violent in nature. You let out a string of incomprehensible words, moaning and whimpering as he drank your arousal.

“You taste so good, baby,” he pressed his lips to your clit, “So sweet. You’re perfect.”

One of his hands slid back up your body, leaving goosebumps behind. He stopped between your breasts, strong fingers pressed against your sternum ever so slightly, holding you still. Over the next few moments, as his teeth and tongue teased you relentlessly, dragging you to the edge at a rapid pace, your hand slipped into his. His claws bit into your skin. Your nails bit into his.

“Fuck- fuck, Eddie-”

“Gettin’ close, sweetheart? Gonna cum for me?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your words fell to nothing as you cried out his name, shaking as you came for him. Your voice echoed off the walls, and Eddie didn’t think he’d ever heard a sweeter sound. He could feel your heart racing under his hand, your pulse racing through your wrist. The way your fingers squeezed around his- like you wanted him, like you needed him- made him feel weak.

It took you a minute to come back to earth. You could barely hear Eddie shrugging off his shirt and jacket over the sound of your own panting. The metallic clink of his belt buckle meeting the floor as he removed it got your attention.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him. Your eyes traced up his slender waist, over scarred and tattooed skin. His wings cast sharp shadows over his body. He freed his cock from his pants, and you tried to keep yourself from drooling as it sprang up against his stomach.

Eddie had always been gifted. He had always been big, thick- the sight of him was always enough to make your mouth water. Even before the Upside Down had so kindly bestowed him with new shit, you thought he was perfect. But after?

You weren’t sure why Vecna had decided to give your boyfriend’s cock ridges and a few extra inches, but you weren’t about to look a gift dick in the mouth. You would never get used to the sight- it would always make you shiver with want, make you drip with need. Perhaps a rational person would be intimidated by the sheer size of him, by the ridges that now covered his length, but you? Never. You didn’t care about anything. You didn’t fear anything. You just wanted him.

Your eyes caught his- honey shining in the twilight, warm, wanting, and slightly hesitant. His pupils were blown out, dark voids drinking in the sight of you. He wanted to give you a moment to catch your breath. He wanted to take a second to kiss you and to hold you close. Eddie wanted to be gentle, but something deep inside him- specifically all the blood he’d drained from you and your attackers- demanded that he get his cock inside you as fast as he fucking could.

“Baby, are you- are you sure you want this? I’m not- I’m not gonna be nice.”

“I don’t care, I don’t-” you sat up, grabbing Eddie’s shoulders and pulling him down on top of you, “I want you, Eds. I don’t care about anything else.”

“Okay. Okay, just- promise me you’ll stop me. If I hurt you, or if it’s too much, promise you’ll stop me.”

“I will,” you could barely hear yourself over the pounding of your heart, “Whatever you need, I promise.”

He took a deep breath before taking his cock in his hand, stroking it twice. He lined himself up with your entrance, pressing against you ever so slightly. He kissed up your jaw, pressing his lips against your ear before he whispered, “I love you. And I’m sorry.”

In one swift movement, he was inside you, buried to the hilt. You were wet and ready for him, but the sudden stretch- the sudden ache of his length pressing against your walls was still a lot for your already sore body to take. Tears sprang to your eyes. A scream tore itself from your throat before you could block it, mingling in the air with the sound of Eddie’s moans.

You could see the guilt in his eyes, but he didn’t slow his pace. His thrusts were fast and deep, almost violent in their intensity. The drag of his cock inside your needy cunt- the feeling of his veins and ridges against your walls- had your eyes rolling back, had you moaning like some mindless slut.

Eddie wasn’t doing much better. He quickly lost himself in the feeling of your body writhing under his, squeezing his dick every time moved. He brushed against a spot inside you that made you see stars. Your muscles clenched as his cock brushed it over and over again. Pain and pleasure shot through you, sparking through your veins and making you dig your nails into his back. He barely felt it.

Eddie took your hips into his hands, his grip bruising, his claws digging in. You could feel your blood pooling beneath his claws, staining his nails red. His lips were against your chest again, his teeth biting and scratching your skin. You barely noticed. You were too focused on him, on his cock forcing its way deeper and deeper inside, finding places that only he could reach.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” His voice was raspy, rough around the edges as he tried to catch breath that he didn’t technically need.

“Still with you,” your voice was just as breathless as his, “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. The sound of his hips slamming into yours cut through the silence of the night. Your fingers moved over Eddie’s back, scratching white lines into his skin. Your hands danced over the bones and flesh of his wings, darting over every sensitive spot. You knew his body well, and in seconds he was melting into you. Maybe it was a dirty move- you pulling out all of the stops on him- but you were sure he didn’t mind if his moans were anything to go by. His cock twitched inside your walls, and you moaned at the sensation. You were weak and wanting, and he was much the same.

“That’s it, baby,” he purred, “That’s my girl. So fucking good for me, so tight.”

His words slurred together, morphing into a low growl as he fucked into you. The smell of sex filled the barn, overtaking the stench of blood and decay. The barn itself seemed to fade further and further from view with every stroke, leaving only Eddie behind. For the moment, it was just the two of you. There were no threats to your life, no disgusted old ladies in grocery stores, and no jocks that wanted you dead. It was just you and the boy you loved.

One of his hands left your hip, moving back downwards to press his fingers against your clit. You could feel him trying to set a pace while also trying to keep his claws from scratching your delicate skin. As his fingers traced those familiar tight circles, you spiralled under him, walls clenching down around him as you drowned in the feeling of his skin on yours.

You could faintly hear him whispering filthy things in your ear- descriptions of all the depraved things he would do to you spoken over the deafening roar of your beating heart and the sound of skin on skin. Between words, his lips pressed kisses to every part of you that he could reach. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you neared overstimulation. Eddie kissed them away.

Mindlessly, one of your hands slipped away from his wings and over his side. Your fingers brushed something wet, a gouge in Eddie’s skin. The bullet wound. Immediately he flinched, clenching his jaw tightly to keep from crying out. You pulled back with near-inhuman speed, but the damage had been done. In your panic, you didn’t notice Eddie’s pained gasp turning into a laugh. You didn’t feel his cock pulsing inside you. As apologies spilled from your mouth, he took your now-bloodied hand in his free one.

“Damn,” he spoke over you, his voice rough and low, “I guess I deserved that, huh?”

You stared up at him, stunned into silence. Your face burned under his gaze. Even if you knew how to respond to that, you didn’t get the chance. Eddie brought your fingers to and past his lips, stealing your breath from your lungs in the process. His tongue moved around your fingers with a certain grace as he licked the cranberry colour of his blood off of your skin. The sight of it- of his lips around your fingers, drawing you in- was enough to take you to the edge. A little added pressure on your clit was enough to send you over, into a white-hot abyss.

You cried out as your walls clenched down around him. Tears stained your cheeks as your orgasm overtook you. Eddie pulled back, groaning slightly. Transparent strings connected his lips to your now damp fingers. A devilish grin overtook his features, “You liked that, huh? You came hard for me, sweet thing.”

You let out an embarrassingly loud whine in agreement, your body shaking as it came down from its high. Eddie let out a groan that matched your volume as he moved his hips against yours at a harsh and unforgiving pace.

He panted, “I’m- I’m gonna need you to use your words, baby. Need you to- fuck- need you to tell me. You can do that for me, right?”

You let out another whimper before you let out a broken confession, “I- I liked that,” he leaned in to kiss you, but you cut him off again, “But you didn’t deserve it. You don’t deserve to be hurt- unless y’know, it’s kinky.”

Eddie froze for a second. Your words had caught him off guard. As he stilled inside you, his smile changed. Everything about him became less devilish and more genuine. He broke eye contact. You could just see a pink flush spread over the pale skin of his neck and cheeks as he buried his face in your shoulder. When he spoke again, his words were muffled by your flesh against his mouth.

“You’re too good to me.”

His thrusts picked back up again, the same as they were before. He slowly placed your hand back where he found it, “Far too good.”

A sharp sting spread through your body as his teeth pierced your flesh. A fresh round of tears pooled in your eyes at the new ache. Blood dripped down your shoulder and over your chest, painting red lines down your tits. Ruby-red droplets jumped slightly with each snap of his hips. You felt him twitch at the sight of it. His grip tightened, and he made a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr.

“You’re- fuck,” his voice edged on wicked, desperation seeping in as he reached up to wipe your tears away, “You’re mine. I’m gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to. Gonna make sure they know- make sure no one ever hurts you again.”

“Please, Eds. I want you- I want you to claim me. Want you to show them that I’m just your slut-”

Eddie felt a twinge in his chest, guilt taking arousal’s usual place. Degradation was usually fun to some degree, but he knew what people in this town called you. He knew what they thought you were and he knew the danger it put you in; and with the events that had led you here, his fear was raw. Worry burned through his head, turning brain cells into exposed wires. His lips quickly pressed his lips to yours bringing your pleas to a brief halt. When he pulled away, he whispered, “You know you’re more than that, right?”

“I know,” you leaned up to kiss him, recognizing the emotion in his eyes, “A thing can be two things. I’m a person, and I’m yours, body and soul. Just yours.”

He shut his eyes, chasing down your lips and kissing you breathless. It was sweet, not gentle, but kind- and you wanted to change that. You wrapped your teeth over his lower lip and bit down. You didn’t draw blood. You weren’t sure that you could, but you sure as hell tried. Eddie growled, but before he could say anything, you were whispering into him again.

“You’re mine, too. Remember that.”

The smile that crossed his face was blinding. Desire consumed him again as his hips moved against yours. His thrusts came faster, deeper, and impossibly harder. His eyes clouded over with lust, and you were pretty sure that if you had a mirror, you would see the same thing reflected in your own face. The want. The need. Your body melted beneath Eddie’s as he fucked into you the way he said he would- like a fucking animal.

Your body craved his- you wanted him to keep his word, to take you, claim you, protect you. You wondered, briefly, what it said about you- that you wanted your partner to commit acts of violence in your name. You brushed those thoughts away as a familiar tension began to build in your core.

As your edge grew nearer, Eddie could feel his monstrous instincts overtake him. He knew that his grip on your body was just a bit too firm, that he was leaving dark bruises and deep bite marks all over you. If he wasn’t careful, he would hurt you, but careful seemed to be the last thing you wanted. You kept begging him for more, arching your body into his, digging your nails into him. Soft, depraved pleas escaped your lips, morphing into cries as you came undone beneath him.

Eddie wasn’t sure what happened next. He blinked, eyes falling shut, and when he opened them, he was using your body with a level of violence he had always tried to keep you from.

A broken scream ripped its way out of your throat as the head of Eddie’s cock rammed against your cervix with bruising force. A blinding agony spread through you, crawling through your nerves and making you gasp for air. You could barely feel Eddie’s claws digging into your sides, barely feel it as he thrust back into you. Your thighs slammed shut around his hips. A whimper escaped your lips as your nails scratched down his back, desperately searching for purchase.

Eddie paused for a split second, looking down at you with wide, panicked eyes. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. He hated himself for it. You took a deep breath as he kept moving, as he kept thrusting deep within your walls. You tried to relax, to let the pain fade. You failed. You felt the head of his cock hit your cervix a second time, and you bit down on your lip, drawing blood. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you held back a scream- you couldn’t hold back your pleas for mercy.

“Eddie-” your voice broke, “Eddie, stop. Please, please, stop- I can’t-”

All pleasure had left your voice, leaving only pain and fear behind. Again, he didn’t stop. He wanted to stop- he desperately wanted to stop. He needed to stop, and he knew that. He was hurting you, and that killed him, but some shameful part of his blood-drunk mind was excited by your pain. It wanted to keep going, even if he didn’t.

In a panic-fueled attempt to end your agony, your hands pressed against Eddie’s shoulders, pushing him back. It was enough to snap him out of it and make him stop- and it made him notice the blood dripping over your lip and down your chin.

The first word to pass his lips was, “No.”

There was a deep, disbelieving horror in his voice, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what he had done to you. He reached for you, slowly and cautiously, giving you plenty of time to stop him. When you didn’t, he wiped the blood off your face with his thumb, cradling your jaw with the rest of his fingers.

“Shit- shit, shit, shit,” his other hand came up to hover near your face. Tears filled his eyes. If you didn’t see it, you would’ve heard it in his voice. Your boy sounded so broken, “I’m sorry, baby, fuck, I’m sorry. I wasn’t careful enough. I didn’t mean to hurt you-”

“I know, baby. I know.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, “You know.”

Eddie wrapped his hands around yours and pinned your arms to the concrete above your head. He kept your fingers intertwined. As much as he hated himself for it, he didn’t want to let go. A whimper escaped you, and you watched Eddie’s face as he shut his eyes and hissed. For a moment, you thought he was hurt.

��Eddie-”

“You know that the man you love is a monster. You know that every time I touch you, I risk hurting you. You know I could kill you, the same way I killed those men tonight. The same way they tried to kill you, I could just-”

His hands squeezed yours. He wouldn’t look you in the eye. He looked anywhere else, just not into your eyes.

“Eddie,” your voice was softer, reassuring.

“Sweetheart, when I fuck you, you are being violated by a monster. If I claim you, it means that you’re owned by a monster. If we-if I got you pregnant, if you had my kids… they’d be like me. A monster just like their dad.”

He shifted slightly, preparing to pull away from you as he began to sink into that familiar pit of self-loathing. Eddie had barely moved an inch when you latched onto him further, clinging to him, wrapping your legs around his hips to make him stay.

“You think this is a violation? Eddie, I asked for this. Do you not want-?”

“Oh god. Baby, I want this. I want you, more than I should, but I hurt you. I didn’t stop when you needed me to, and that- it terrifies me. This was a mistake, I never should’ve-”

“I don’t think this was a mistake. Any of it,” you sat up a bit, just enough to press your forehead against his, “You stopped. I’m okay. And, uh… I kind of liked what you were saying. But-”

“But?”

“You really think our kids would be monsters?” you asked, “With you as their father? No way. Menaces, maybe, but not monsters.”

He said nothing, but a small smile crossed his face. He didn’t pull any further away. He just stared at you with those sweet doe eyes of his, so warm, so enamoured with you, and still so full of guilt.

It wasn’t a surprise that his mind had gone to such a place- he had killed a bunch of people moments before, fucked you on top of their bodies, and now, he had hurt you. It was an accident, you both knew that, but the guilt would eat him alive if he let it. You weren’t willing to let that happen. You hadn’t let those dark thoughts get to him in the past, and you sure as shit weren’t going to start now.

“Eddie. Everything you did tonight, you did to save me. Everything you do is to protect the people you love and care about. Tonight, two years ago, and even further back. You love with everything you have. You- are so brave, and so deeply kind, even if you pretend not to be, and if that makes you a monster, then I hope our children are monsters, too. And I hope they have your eyes.”

He remained still for a moment. His expression betrayed both his shock at your statement and his want. In the next second, his lips were on yours. He let go of your wrists, bringing his hands back to your face.

“I love you,” he whispered into the kiss, “I love you, I love you.”

You leaned up and into him, kissing him back as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, “I love you too. So much. And I want you to remember, I also killed a man tonight. If you’re a monster, then…”

He let out a quiet laugh, lips moving down your neck, feathering kisses over your skin all the way to your collarbone, “We’re monsters together, then.”

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, “Exactly,” you purred. You paused for a second, becoming violently aware of the weight of his cock inside of you. You taped your fingers against his spine before you thrust your hips down against his, “You can, uh… you can start again now. I think I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

You leaned closer, whispering against his lips, “I am.”

He pressed his lips to yours, tongue slipping between your lips as he began to thrust into you again. His pace was quick, but not painful, and not quite so unforgiving. Your fingers reached up to wrap around the messy strands of his hair, tugging gently. He moaned into the kiss, sounding hungry and desperate once again.

As you drew nearer to your edge, your thoughts began to race. His words spilled through your mind, drowning your psyche with every sentiment he’d put forward. He loves you deeply. He’s terrified of hurting you. He’s desperate to keep you safe. You mean something to him. He’s thought about having kids with you, and you wanted him to think about that- fuck.

Your walls tightened around him. His cock twitched inside of you as he neared his own edge.

You whimpered out Eddie’s name, tugging on his hair until he pulled away from you. His brows furrowed in concern as he took in the sight of you, but you didn’t look like you were in pain. Your eyes were wide, filled with lust, and your chest heaved with every breath you took. You were covered in blood and sweat, and you were the most beautiful thing Eddie had ever seen. He felt your hands move to his face, and his gaze focused on your lips as you spoke.

“Eddie,” your voice was soft, “I need you to cum inside me.”

You watched as his eyes widened, as his lips parted in shock and a faint blush covered his cheeks. You were kind of proud that even in a moment this intimate, you could still get him to flush like that.

“You- you want me to-?”

You nodded, cutting him off and pulling him closer, “I want you to fill me up. Breed me, please.”

He shivered, a current of electricity running through him at your words. His body and his instincts screamed at him to do exactly as you’d said.

“You,” he whispered, “You’re perfect.”

His mouth slipped downwards, lips pressing against the space between your throat and your shoulder. His teeth sunk into your shoulder. Pain spread through your skin, white-hot as your blood dripped over your chest. Your muscles spasmed around him as the coil snapped. Your grip tightened on his hair. You could faintly hear him cry out in your own haze. His claws dug into you as he fell over that all-consuming edge.

Eddie bit down harder on your throat as he came, drinking just enough from you to make you see stars. His cock throbbed against your walls as his seed spread inside you, thick, and hot, and perfect. You clung to him, your breath stuttering as your muscles clenched, milking him for more.

As he finished, the monstrous need to fuck and breed you faded away to nothing. He was left with the more human parts of him after that- the parts of him that knew what aftercare was and that you would need it, the parts of him that knew he had to get you somewhere safe, somewhere away from the bodies of your attackers. Your body was limp beneath Eddie’s. Your eyes were closed, and your lips slightly parted. You were fucked out, completely cock drunk, and utterly perfect.

Eddie brushed your hair off your face. You could hear him repeating your name softly as you came back to earth. When you opened your eyes, he was hovering above you, looking at you with more affection than you could put into words.

“Hi,” he said, voice low and slightly shaky.

“Hi,” you let one of your hands move up to his face, brushing your fingers over his cheek.

“You okay, pretty girl?”

“‘M more than okay.”

He smiled, taking your hand from his cheek and pressing his lips to it, “Thank god, I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t.”

“You’d probably lose your mind.”

“Oh, I’d definitely lose my mind.”

You finally caught your breath as he kissed each of your knuckles and your wrist before he brushed his lips down your arm and to your shoulder. He let his cheek rest against your chest, listening to your heartbeat as it finally slowed down to something resembling normal.

Once it had, he lifted his head back up to look you in the eye, “We should probably get out of here, though. Get you home.”

“God, I would like that so much.”

He pulled himself up until he was kneeling, fixing his pants and passing his shirt to you. You pulled it over your head, watching as he got to his feet. He held out his hands to you and you took them, letting him help you to stand. You shook slightly, weak in the knees from both the attack and from everything Eddie had done to you. You buried your face in his chest as his cum dripped down from your abused cunt onto your thigh.

“Ah,” you hissed, “I have no pants.”

Eddie left a hand on your arm, supporting you as he stooped down to collect your torn clothes, “I guess there’s no saving these?”

You shook your head, smiling slightly as he winced.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it baby,” you leaned up and kissed his cheek, “It was more than worth it.”

His grin showed you his teeth. He picked up his jacket off the ground and wrapped it around your shoulders. You still had no pants, but it would be enough for now. You pressed a kiss to his bare collarbone as thanks. He tilted your chin up with two fingers and kissed you properly.

“Come on,” he whispered, “Let’s go home.”

You pulled away from him for a second, looking around at the abandoned barn. It looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie. Blood covered the floor and stained the walls. Seven bodies laid out on the concrete, mutilated in various ways. You felt Eddie’s fingers on your jaw, gently bringing your gaze back to him.

His eyes were wide- something in them was almost scared. He didn’t want you to fear him- to hate him. He didn’t want you to think that he was a monster, but the bodies in the room only led to one conclusion- and you didn’t mind it. Monster or otherwise, Eddie was yours.

“Yeah,” you brushed your lips against his, “Let’s go home.”

A grin crossed his face, and the fear faded from his eyes as he bent down and scooped you up, pulling you into his arms. Maybe two years ago, when he was still human, he wouldn’t have been able to carry you home, but his vampiric strength was at present, a gift.

You let your head rest against his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stepped through the blood, out of the barn, and into the night.

You fell asleep on the way home. You shut your eyes outside the barn, with the moon shining above you like a pearl in an inky black ocean, and opened them in the safety of the home you shared with Eddie- Hopper’s old cabin.

It had been in a bit of a state when Hopper had given it to you, but it was more than worth the hours you’d spent fixing it. It was a safe place for Eddie to stay- secret, isolated. It was the only place you could stay without the fear of capture and torture hanging over your heads.

At least, it had been. But that fear had come too close, breaking down your door and ripping its way into your life. You had been saved this time, but the experience followed you home. You weren’t sure what would come next.

You turned your focus away from the nebulous future and towards the present. Beneath you, your couch was soft. The living room was warmly lit by a lamp on the end side table next to you. You couldn’t see Eddie, but you could hear the sound of the tap running in the bathroom. From your spot, you could see grocery bags neatly folded on your kitchen table. With them sat a bottle of cranberry juice. You didn’t know whether you wanted to laugh or cry at the sight of it.

You sat up and immediately, you had regrets. Every inch of your body ached. Your face stung from the blows you’d taken, and the space between your legs burned and throbbed. The bite marks that marred your skin stung, and you somehow managed to hit every bruise you had in the small act of sitting up.

Despite that pain, you forced yourself to try and stand. You failed miserably. Your knees buckled beneath you, and before you could do anything to maintain your balance, you were back on the couch. The door to the bathroom swung open, and Eddie burst out with a wet cloth in hand.

“Shit! You’re up, hi!”

You couldn’t help but smile at him as he sped towards the couch. He was still shirtless, wearing the same pants he’d worn while saving you. His missing shirt still covered your body and your legs were still bare. His jacket was thrown over the back of the couch beside you.

“Hi,” you reached out for him as he got to the couch. He took your hand in his, kissing it before he placed another kiss on your lips.

“Hey, hi,” he pulled back from you, giving your hand a squeeze, “Sorry, pretty thing, I was just- I was trying to get you cleaned up.”

“Oh! Well,” you reached for the hem of your shirt, “That should be a little easier now that I’m up, right?”

He flushed as you pulled your shirt over your head. It didn’t seem to matter that his cock had been inside you maybe an hour earlier, he still went red at the sight of your boobs. You smirked at him, reaching out and running a hand through his hair.

“You are far too cute, Eddie Munson.”

“And you,” he pushed you back onto the couch, throwing himself down next to you and pulling your legs over his lap, “Are far too beautiful, sweetheart.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your knee.

“So, do you uh- are you okay with this?” he raised the wet washcloth in his hand, “Or do you wanna shower, or?”

“Well, I would get up, but when I tried I fell, so,” you grimaced.

“I could help you,” he gave your leg a squeeze, “Could hold you, up if you want.”

You sat up, pressing kisses to his jaw, “I would like that.”

With a smile, he wrapped your arms around his neck and picked you back up. The trip to the bathroom was a short one. It took even less time for Eddie to remove his clothes and get both of you into the shower.

You kept your arms around him, leaning into his chest as warm water flowed over your back. You could feel your muscles begin to relax, knots unravelling the longer you stood there. Slowly, he started to move. His touch was heartbreakingly gentle as he cleaned every bite mark and every bruise.

In turn, you washed the sweat and blood that came with the fight off of him. Your fingers grazed his side, and you were pleased to find that the gunshot wound he’d taken had almost healed completely. Your hand remained there for a second, your touch feather-light and shaking slightly. You didn’t want to hurt him.

“Hey,” you whispered, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

He laughed a little, though the sound was void of joy, “Yeah? I’m glad that you’re alive.”

Eddie pressed a kiss to your shoulder before asking you to hang onto him. Your hands clutched onto him as he knelt before you, washing off your thighs. You took a deep breath as his hands neared your cunt. He looked up at you with wide eyes, a question held within them.

He quickly put it into words, “You down for round two?”

You grinned as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, “Yes, please.”

His mouth was on you in an instant. He hooked your knees over his shoulders, pressing you up against the shower wall, keeping you steady with his hands. You tilted your head back at the feeling of his tongue lapping at your arousal. You found yourself biting down on your bottom lip as his lips wrapped around your clit. Your hands moved over your chest, pinching lightly at your nipples. In minutes, you were coming undone against him. Both of you were breathless as he pulled himself away from you.

When he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his lips. You wondered if he could taste himself in you. He cradled your face in his hands

“How’re you feeling?”

“Stupid good,” you murmured, brushing strands of Eddie’s dripping hair out of his eyes.

“That’s what I wanna hear,” he pulled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist as he kissed you a thousand more times. You let out a content hum, smiling into him as you lost yourself in him.

As the two of you climbed out of the shower, you caught sight of your body in the mirror. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the reflection of your bruised and battered body. Bitemarks littered your skin. Splotches of red and purple covered your skin.

You felt heat build within you at the sight of everything Eddie had done- and you felt your stomach twist at the sight of the things he hadn’t. The marks he hadn’t left would leave scars on your mind. You hoped they wouldn’t stain your body longer than they had to.

Eddie noticed your gaze, your eyes riveted to the mirror. He stood from where he’d been drying off your legs and moved to stand behind you. He took your arms in his hands, running them down until your fingers intertwined with his over your stomach. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, just under the bloodied spot where Kurt’s gun had struck you so much earlier.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, gently rocking you from side to side.

“Hey, don’t apologize. You aren’t the one who kidnapped me at gunpoint and threatened to break my bones by way of gun,” you shook your head at the ridiculous nature of your captors’ plans, but Eddie had a different reaction.

He buried his face in your shoulder, letting out a whine, “Jesus Christ.”

His hands started to shake against your skin. His breath sped up as his arms tightened around you.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. That never should’ve happened, they never should’ve gotten to you.”

“Hey,” you broke eye contact with your reflection in the mirror and turned around in Eddie’s hold, “There was nothing you could have done. If you had been with me, they would have tried to hurt you. Maybe they would’ve succeeded. And we needed groceries, so-”

“Then I should’ve sent Steve with you. Or Nancy, just someone-”

“I had Max. She’s arguably scarier than Steve and- oh shit, Max,” you pushed away from Eddie, stumbling as you took a step back, “Max, is she okay!? Did someone get her?”

Eddie kept your forearms in his hands, helping to keep you steady, “Deep breaths, sweetheart, deep breaths. Max is alright. As soon as she called me I had Steve go and get her, ironically enough.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” you let out a tired breath as you collapsed against Eddie’s chest, “I guess we have them to thank for the grocery bags on the table?”

Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “That we do.”

“God, I’m gonna have to call them. To say thank you. And sorry, my God,” you rubbed at your eyes with one hand, “I can’t believe I put Max through that, holy shit.”

“Hey, hey, you didn’t put Max through anything. You got her out of there. That was the best thing you could do, you kept her safe. Besides,” he moved back to look you in the eye, “Red’s a tough kid. She’s dealt with worse than this.”

“I know,” your voice was half a groan, “I still feel bad, though.”

“Well, yeah,” Eddie gently grabbed a hold of you, turning you around to face yourself in the mirror. His hands slipped back into yours, and he brought them back to the expanse of your stomach, “You’ve had, what some would call, a long day, sweetheart.”

You leaned into him, letting out a soft whine when he pressed his lips to your shoulder. You squeezed his hands, “Yeah, you could say that.”

Eddie squeezed back, “Let’s get you to bed, huh?”

“Fuck. Yes, please.”

He picked you up again, pulling you into his arms and letting your head rest against his chest. You felt a bit ridiculous having him carry you around your small home, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice. Your legs were tired, too weak to carry you. Fortunately, Eddie was more than strong enough.

He laid you on the bed gently, planting a kiss over your new bitemarks before he crawled into bed with you. He started at your side, but within minutes, he was on top of you, his head resting between your breasts. He took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers before kissing them gently.

The two of you lay in silence for a few moments. You ran a hand through his still-damp hair, listening to the sound of your breathing and his. For perhaps the first time today, you were both breathing evenly, completely calm.

On top of you, Eddie was listening to the sound of your heartbeat, sure and steady beneath him. He had spent so much of the day afraid that he would never hear that sound again. He had been terrified that he was going to lose you- that the town that had taken so much from him would take you, too.

But it hadn’t. It had tried, the jocks had tried, but he had stopped them. You were safe now. Safe, and protected, and Eddie seriously didn’t plan on letting you out of his sight for a few days.

“Hey,” you whispered, “How did you- how did you know where I was? Max saw me get kidnapped, but she didn’t know where they took me after.”

His fingers brushed over your temple, “I could smell your blood. Almost killed me when I noticed it. The stronger it got… the more I wanted to end them.”

You leaned into his touch, placing your hand over his.

“I wouldn’t take back what I did,” he continued, “I don’t regret it. I could never regret it. But I’m- I’m afraid that all I am is a weapon. That all I’ll ever be is a weapon. The things Vecna made me do…” he faded off into silence, pulling away and rubbing his hands over his eyes.

You sat up with him, reaching out to trace his strong, scarred arms. You could do nothing but watch as a war raged inside the man you loved. Guilt slipped beneath your skin, thrumming beneath muscle and bone. Eddie had protected you- he killed for you without remorse, and you were excited by that violence. You wondered again what that said about you.

Leaning forward, you pressed your forehead to Eddie’s. He relaxed against you, calmed by your touch.

“Hey, you know you’re more than that, right?” You echoed his words from earlier, “You’re not a weapon, you’re not his puppet, you’re-”

“I’m your man,” he said, a small grin crossing his face, “Your protector. Your slut.”

You giggled, shocked and pleased, and Eddie looked so proud to be the cause of the smile on your face. When his laughter subsided, you crawled into his hold, straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your waist. You sat there for a moment, taking in his lack of a heartbeat as he listened to the steady rhythm of yours.

“You know this goes both ways, right?” You whispered, running your fingers over the spot where his wings met his back, “You protect me, I protect you? And we protect… whatever comes along. I might not have the claws or the fangs, but I’ve been told I can be a bit of a bitch when I want to be, so there’s that.”

Eddie pulled you closer to him, pinning your chest to his and holding you there as he laid back on the mattress. One of his hands brushed through your hair while the other traced intricate patterns over your back. You shut your eyes and let yourself bury your face in the space between his neck and his shoulder.

“I know,” he tilted his face to press a kiss to your head, “I couldn’t have asked for a better bodyguard.”

You smiled against his throat, “Neither could I.”

You hummed contentedly as he pulled a blanket over your bodies. The mindless motions of his calloused hands on your back pulled the tension from your muscles, making you relax. Your eyelids grew heavy as you breathed him in- the faint scents of blood and cigarette smoke overtaken by the smell of your body wash. You were so calm, unafraid, and bizarrely happy for a woman who had spent most of her day trying not to die at the hands of her kidnappers.

Maybe having sex on the corpses of your enemies was just a natural mood booster. Maybe it was the man you were having sex with.

“You make me feel safe,” you murmured, words slurred with sleep, “Always have.”

“Good,” his voice was quiet, but he sounded like he was wide awake. You focused on the feeling of his hand running through your hair, of his skin, ice cold beneath your lips.

“Keep doing it?”

“I always will, sweetheart. I won’t let anything hurt you. I won’t lose you.”

“Promise?”

He nodded, and you smiled against his neck, “Good. Protect me.”

Without waiting for a response, you pulled his skin between your teeth and bit down; hard enough to bruise, but not hard enough to draw the sweet cranberry-coloured wine that ran through his veins. His soft moan was music to your ears. With your lips on his throat, and his hands in your hair, you fell into a dreamless sleep. Eddie stayed awake through the night, keeping watch over you until the sun began to rise.

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 1 - The Party

Eddie Munson X AFAB!Reader

Your 6 year long unrequited crush on Steve Harrington is starting to wear thin, and after discovering Eddie Munson feels the same way about Chrissy Cunningham you decide to make a pact. After all, what's the harm in a little casual sex between friends?

A/N: Story opens April 1986. Slight AU, all the events of seasons 1, 2 and 3 happened, except Hopper didn't get transported to Russia, the gate was closed and Joyce, Hopper, Jonathan, Will and Jane all move to California as one big happy family. Jonathan and Nancy break up (necessary for plot, apologies to any shippers). Nancy and Steve are together. Reader is 18 and in final year at Hawkin's High School, alongside Robin and Eddie etc. Reader works at Family Video with Robin & Steve. Vecna storyline is not a thing, strange things will not be happening. This has been festering in my brain and I don't know what to do with it, so, tada!

Warnings: NSFW. SMUT, (MDI) 18+ only, drugs, sex, alcohol, underage drinking, public sex, dirty talk, name calling in sex (consensual), explicit language, adult themes, there will be angst, it will get messy.

More warnings to be added.

Revised edition.

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It was Robin’s idea to go to the party, one of those let’s have a party for the sake of having a party, parties, the all American standard, under-age keg fest.

It was an unwelcome change from your regularly scheduled Saturday night plans of doing nothing.

But argue as you might, Robin had made it clear you were going, even if she had to drag you.

"I'm tired of watching your ass wallow in self-pity." She said in true blunt Robin fashion, pulling outfit after outfit out of your closet, throwing them haphazardly in your general direction.

"I thought you loved watching my ass." You bite back, holding up a rust-coloured corduroy mini skirt to your hips.

"Ha, ha. I'm serious though dude, this whole moping Minnie routine is getting old, you just need to get out there and get yourself laid." She groans, pushing past you, flopping face first onto your bed in frustration.

"The skirt looks good, you should wear it with your tan knee highs." She adds, laying on her front to look at you.

"I'm working on it Rob." You grumble, fishing your boots out from under a pile of clothes. "It's not easy to let go of a 6 year crush you know."

"Well maybe if you had made a move 6 years ago, we wouldn't be in this mess." She huffs in exaggeration.

"Gee, you're right, let me just hop in my time machine, go back and tell my 12-year-old self to man up and ask out Steve Harrington. Huzzah!" You quip dryly, yanking the zipper of your boots up none too gently.

"Honestly Harrington has a lot to answer for, it's like the women of Hawkin's see him and suddenly all rational thought disappears." Robin laughs.

"It's the hair." You agree, fluffing up your own in the mirror. "And only the great Robin Buckley, lesbian superheroine, is immune to its hypnotic powers."

"Then I must use my powers for good!" She declares in a manly tone, hauling herself off the bed to wrap her arms around your shoulders. "My mission, gentle citizen, is to break the spell cast over you." She places a wet kiss on your cheek casting an appraising eye over your finished ensemble. "Very hot."

***

It's not that you disliked parties, after all it was a time honoured tradition to go to some random person's house whilst their parents where out of town and get absolutely wasted, chintzy picture perfect living rooms suddenly overrun with overactive hormones, sweaty bodies and dubious punch bowls, however after the initial buzz wore off you usually found yourself longing for the quiet solitude of your bedroom. Of course, when you express this to Robin, after half an hour of being there, she merely rolls her eyes in disgust, thrusting another cup of mystery alcohol in your hand, ushering you back into the throng of young adults.

"Would you stop?" She implores, holding your left shoulder with her free hand. "Your problem is you think too much. So, give those little grey cells a break by killing some of them off." She lifts her own drink in a mock toast, nodding at you to do the same.

"You are a terrible friend." You relent with a laugh, toasting quickly and taking a gulp, face scrunched up in distaste as the alcohol burns your throat.

"The very worst." She says with an evil grin, which fades somewhat as she focuses on something behind you. You turn towards the source, and despite knowing what you would see, your stomach still swoops uncomfortably at the sight of Steve or more precisely Steve with his arm wrapped around Nancy Wheeler looking incredibly loved up. "Shit." Robin declares.

"Shit." You agree flatly.

You move to go back towards the kitchen, but Robin takes your hand, holding you in place, Steve having already spotted you both, his own hand thrown up in greeting, weaving through the crowd with Nancy in tow.

"Fancy seeing you fine ladies here." Steve grins broadly, leaning in to give each of you a one-armed hug, your skin burning from his touch.

"Fancy that." Robin agrees sheepishly, you get a grim sense of satisfaction at the uncomfortable look on her face.

Nancy, who had been hanging off of Steve's free arm for the majority, leans forward to speak to you over the pounding music. "I love your skirt Y/n." She smiles sweetly; and you feel the rather irrational urge to stick pins in her bright blue eyes.

"Thanks Nancy." You call back, trying to return her smile. "I- uh -I like your bracelet." You say, noticing a golden glimmer on her wrist, plastering on the enthusiasm.

Nancy, being an actual angel, flushes with pleasure at your compliment. "Steve bought it for me." She sighs, toying with the gold bangle,

and you try not to urge as they share a sickening saccharine look.

"Of course he did." You mutter grudgingly to yourself, desperately wanting to escape.

"What did you say Y/n?" Steve asks absent-mindedly, still gazing at Nancy.

"I'm gonna grab another drink." You say in a clearer voice, not that it mattered, because at that moment Steve seemed to find a very interesting spot on Nancy's neck that required the immediate attention of his mouth. Grimacing you slip past them, purposely ignoring Robin's pleading calls for a top up and/or a sick bucket.

Reaching the kitchen, you chug a cup of punch straight off, before refilling it to the brim, whilst you knew alcohol wouldn't solve your problems it could certainly try and soothe the jealous beast currently roaring in your head at the human octopus that was Stancy.

Deciding the garden was the best place to avoid a front row seat to the lovefest, you steer your body around bumping and grinding couples, careful not to spill a drop of your precious emotional medicine. The backyard to your pleasant surprise is empty, the party having not yet spilled out, and the chilly night air was a welcome contrast to the stale humidity inside. You wander out onto the pristine lawn, and find yourself releasing a breath you didn't realize you had been holding, ears ringing slightly as they adjusted to the now muffled thumping bass.

"Well, well, well what brings you out here Sweetheart?"

You groan heavily at the teasing drawl behind you.

"I was trying to get some peace and quiet, but that's not likely to happen with you around, is it Munson?" You sigh, turning to face Eddie Munson who was perched on a swing set to the far right, slightly obscured in semi-darkness, but a Cheshire cat grin clearly plastered on his face.

"Ouch, you wound me." He says, placing a dramatic hand over his heart, still grinning away like an idiot. "Seriously though, I wouldn't have pegged you for this kinda gig." He gestures with his head back towards the party.

"It was Robin's idea." You mutter darkly, glaring towards the shut French doors.

"Well, if looks could kill, I'm guessing you'll have a best friend vacancy by this time tomorrow." He laughs again, which irritates you further.

"What are you doing here?" You deflect back, hiccupping slightly as you drink some more punch. "Place is like jock city in there, hardly your regular stomping ground either."

He nudges a battered black tin lunch-box with his foot, slightly tucked under the swing. "You know me sweetheart, got a business to run, empires to build, horizons to expand." He says with the usual Eddie flair.

"Dealing drugs to inebriated teens, I should've guessed." You say wryly, rolling your eyes.

"You make it sound so dirty." He mocks you, irritating smirk still fixed. "And you've never complained before." He reminds you pointedly.

Whilst far from being a hardcore user, you were a semi- frequent customer of Eddie's when it came to weed, finding him to be discreet, reliable and most importantly for your minimum wage ass, cheap.

"Well maybe I'm in the mood to complain tonight," You mutter suddenly feeling bitter about the way the night had gone downhill so quickly, scuffing your boot into the neatly trimmed grass.

Eddie leans down to extract something from his tin.

"Joint for your thoughts?" He offers, holding out a perfectly rolled spliff, quickly adding. "No charge." You mull it over for all of 2 seconds, concluding your jealous inner demon will not be calmed by alcohol alone.

"'Atta girl!" He calls happily as you stomp over to squeeze beside him, he pats your knee in encouragement, then lights up, graciously passing you the joint for the first drag which you take gratefully.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, offering the smoke back and forth. You could tell straight away that the weed was a much higher quality than you could ever normally afford and therefore hoped its soothing effects would kick in a lot quicker.

"Soooo," Eddie gently ventures after a few more minutes, "you wanna walk about it?"

"What's there to talk about, I'm in love with a guy who is in love with someone else." You shrug on a heavy exhale.

Eddie whistles between his teeth, regarding you carefully as you take another hit.

"Ah, that old cliche huh?" He nudges you lightly, taking the joint back for his turn.

Now Eddie had said it, you couldn't help but laugh in agreement.

"I guess it is pretty clichéd."

"Yup no points for originality this time princess. So, who's Captain Oblivious?" He asks, offering you another hit, shaking your head you opt to take a swig of alcohol, mentally bracing yourself for Eddie's inevitable teasing.

"Steve Harrington." You sigh glumly into your cup.

Eddie let out a muttered "Damn."

"The former King of Hawkin's High himself. I don't envy you there babe."

You snatch the joint back from his ringed fingertips, fed up with his teasing. "Don't take the piss Eddie, I'm not in the mood." You mumble defensively, leaning forward so as not to see the smirk on his face.

"Hey." He says in a surprisingly genuine tone, his hand rubbing your back, making you turn to look at him. "I'm not ragging on you sweetheart. Harrington is a nice enough guy now he's not hanging out with the douchebag brigade. I can see why you'd like him."

You lean back and Eddie slips his arm around your shoulders.

"Well, I'm glad you can see it, he doesn't even know I exist, at least not in the way I want him to." You sigh, resting your head on his arm, seeing off the last of your drink and feeling distinctly sorry for yourself.

You both lapse into silence again, the swing swaying gently beneath you as you burn through more of the joint , somewhere inside the house voices were shouting "Keg! Keg! Keg!"

After a few moments, Eddie shifts slightly, arm wrapping more securely around you.

"Can I tell you something?" He asks, sounding nervous.

"I mean I just bared my soul to you, so I guess it's only fair." You murmur, glancing up at him.

He breathes a heavy sigh, right leg jiggling.

"I have been head over heels in love with Chrissy Cunningham since middle school." He confesses with a wince.

You wanted to say something encouraging, maybe even profound, or at the very least offer some words of comfort, so you felt a little guilty when you couldn't suppress the giggle that passed your lips.

"Chrissy Cunningham?!" You exclaim, staring at him wide-eyed "Cheerleader extraordinaire, Chrissy Cunningham?"

He looks at you, lips pressed tight as though he was trying to hold back his own laughter.

"Yep." Letting the 'p' pop. "Ever since she shook her pom-poms in the talent show."

You were barely holding it together, attempting to keep your voice level as you spoke.

"Wait, wait. So not only are we both in love with two very attractive people who are waaaay out of our league, these people are also in long term committed relationships with two other very attractive people."

Your statement hung in the air for a second, both of you then erupting into fits of laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Eddie chuckled throatily around the stub of the joint, almost burnt out. "Oh man, we are pathetic." Shaking his head.

You jam your elbow lightly into his ribs. "Hey, speak for yourself!" You jokingly admonish.

"What, you think you have a chance?" He snorts incredulously.

You pretend to weigh up your options.

"If Nancy Wheeler gets hit by a bus, sure I'll shoot my shot… after an extended mourning period of course." You say.

"Of course." Eddie agrees, both of you collapsing into fits of uncontrollable giggles once more, fuelled on by excessive alcohol and weed.

"So, what do you think you need to do to get over little old Stevie?" Eddie asks you somewhat more seriously, stamping the remainder of the joint out under his sneakers, leaning back against the swing, taking you under his arm again.

You shrug, settling comfortably against him, staring up at the night sky, your own arm wrapping lightly about his waist. "Robin says I just need to get laid." You sigh flatly.

"I mean it's not the worst suggestion in the world." He says reasonably.

"Yeah, but c'mon Munson, guys aren't exactly queued around the block waiting to give me a service." You say, gesturing to the empty garden, Eddie pulling a face at your phrasing.

"Maybe that's because you've spent the past however many years with your Harrington blinkers on." He suggests, and it hits a nerve within you, quite often you wondered if you had missed opportunities with other guys because of your Harrington fixation. Your first and thus far only proper relationship, at 16 ,was doomed to fail from the start as Bobby Cooper just couldn't live up to the standards you had set in your daydreams of Steve.

"Well, what about you and your Chrissy conundrum? Your on-tap supply of groupies not helping to ease the pain?" You bite back, on the defensive.

Rather than get shitty with you, Eddie just gives you the classic Munson smirk.

"You think I’m good enough to have groupies?" He teases, squeezing your side, with a saucy eyebrow raise.

You pinch him back playfully. "I've seen you play Eddie; you know you're good." You admit with a smile.

He heaves a dramatic sigh, hand to his brow like some wretchedly poor southern belle.

"And yet, the tour bus-"

"Your van?" You chip in snidely.

"-my van" He ruefully concedes "is decidedly empty, even with the new air freshener."

"It's a crying shame, Eds." You laugh, patting his cheek.

He places an affectionate kiss on your head, cuddling you closer against the chilly breeze, it feels nice to be held, and even nicer to talk to someone so openly, other than Robin of course.

You lapse into comfortable silence once more, the strains of some Blondie song thumping from inside, the party was kicking up a gear but you found yourself lost in thought.

You had always had a soft spot for Eddie, conversation flowed easily enough, and you appreciated his dry sense of humour, both of you were regular outcasts in comparison to rest of the high school cliques, and you had found yourselves in detention together more times than you cared to count; you had a bad habit of disagreeing with your English teacher. And if you were being honest, he was actually really kind of pretty when you took the time to really look at him, chocolate brown eyes, full lips, awesome hair.

You hadn't realised you had been staring at him until he cleared his throat, you pulled away from his arms sheepishly, cheeks aflame from the embarrassment of being caught out, but feeling sure Eddie had been staring at you for the same amount of time.

"Uh- sweetheart, and by all means please let me know if I have completely misread some signals here, but I think I may have found the solution to both our problems." It surprised you to hear a note of uncertainty in his voice, particularly as Eddie was normally shockingly cavalier to a fault, it made you turn back to face him.

"Go on…" You encouraged him, finding your mouth oddly dry.

He took a deep breath, leaning closer, his arm snaking about your waist, warm fingertips tracing absentmindedly across the inch of exposed skin between your skirt and top, goose pimples erupting that made a shiver run up your spine.

"You need to get laid." He stated. "I need to get laid. We both have stuff we need to get out of our systems. You're a stand-up girl," he gave you a courteous nod. "...and I think I'm correct in saying you find me tolerable at the very least." The uncertainty was back, steeling yourself you placed a hand on his denim clad knee giving him a squeeze.

"More than tolerable Eds." You offer a smile.

"Thanks sweetheart." He mutters blushing. "So, uh anyway, what I'm trying to say here is… in a pretty roundabout way and you can of course say no-"

"Eddie"

"Sorry, rambling, what I'm trying to say is we could… help each other out?" He was staring at you, pleading with you to chime in.

"You mean sex?" You ask slowly, noticing his blush creep up to his ears.

"Uh, y-yeah that thing." He stammers. "If you wanted to, with me, we could have sex as friends every now and then, friendly sex."

You glanced at your wristwatch, 26 minutes ago you came out into the garden of some unknown person seeking a quiet place to drown your Steve induced sorrows, and now you were sitting next to Eddie Munson, seriously considering his offer of 'friendly sex'. Maybe Robin's kiss from earlier really had broken a spell, you laughed aloud at the thought, mirth quickly turning to frantic apologies at the look of horror on Eddie's face, forgetting that he was not privy to your inner monologue.

"Oh my god Eddie, no I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you!' You cried, cringing at your own social ineptitude.

"Hey, it's ok honey, I told you, it's cool if you don't want to-" His tone was calm, patting your side, making to stand and walk away with what little dignity he had left.

"NO! Don't go, I do want to!" You let out a shout, grasping his arm to pull him back down, your face burning in mortification that you essentially just begged Eddie to fuck you.

"Alright sweetheart, calm down I'm not going anywhere, no need to shout." He soothed; devil- may-care smirk back in place, holding you firmly about the waist again. You tried to turn away at his teasing, but Eddie cupped your cheek, the numerous rings on his fingers cool against your prickling skin.

"I'm going to kiss you now." His voice low and surprisingly authoritative. "Ok?" He asks, inching closer to your lips. Unsure if you had the nerve to speak, you merely nod. "Use your words princess, I need you to tell me that it's ok for me to kiss you." He teased; lips just shy of brushing against yours.

"I-it's ok, kiss me, please." You whisper, hands fisted in his jacket, pulling him in to close the final gap.

Eddie surged forward with an urgency that made you gasp, kissing you hard, your teeth clacking together painfully but you didn't care, adrenaline coursing through your veins like rocket fuel. You quickly found the right rhythm for each other kissing back with equal enthusiasm, his grip tightened moving you to straddle his lap, with you kneeling. He kneaded your ass, grinding you down, you gasped feeling the hard outline of his dick, taking full advantage of your open mouth, his tongue slipping in to meet with yours. Releasing his jacket, you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging harder than intended as Eddie nipped at your bottom lip, but he hardly seemed to care judging by the groan that escaped his throat. You smirked, tucking the knowledge away for later use, Eddie also appeared to be mentally cataloguing your reactions, like the way your hips rocked involuntarily as he sucked your neck just below your right ear, and how your breath hitched whilst he felt you up under your shirt, brushing the underside of your breast.

So lost in each other you didn't notice the sudden increase in noise coming from the party, signalling that someone had opened the screen door, it was the violent retching sound of vomiting that had you jumping apart as though you had been electrocuted, scrambling off Eddie's lap. You grimaced in disgust, Chance from the High School basketball team spewing chunks over the once pristine lawn, to the jeers of others inside.

"Hey…" Eddie spoke breathlessly, pulling your attention back to him, his lips kiss bitten, pupils blown wide. "You uh, want to get out of here?"

Grinning you snatched up his hand pulling him none too gently in the direction of the back gate, the sound of Chance's digestive pyrotechnics mercifully fading away, Eddie now pulling you along in the opposite direction to the house.

My van is this way."

Your heels clacked against the concrete, the pair of you moving at a light jog, keen to pick where you left off, both breathless as you came up on Eddie's van.

"Your chariot milady." He gestured proudly to the beat up vehicle like it was Cinderella's magical pumpkin carriage.

"Eddie, calling me milady is a total turn off." You teased, nose wrinkling.

He pulled you to him, spinning you so your back was pressed against the passenger side door,

"Oh well in that case, I best stick to sweetheart, huh sweetheart?" Caging you, his smile almost predatory as he set to work sucking what would no doubt be a prize-winning hickey just above your throat.

You grabbed the scruff of his neck when the skin got too sensitive, pulling his lips back to yours, both of you fighting for dominance in the kiss, thoroughly making out. Eddie palmed your tits, as you reached down trailing a teasing hand along the bulge in his jeans, he broke the kiss huffing out a low "Shit…."

Feeling bold, you flashed him a mischievous grin, unbuckling his belt, your hand slipping inside the tight denim stroking his cock properly, he was fully hard, your thumb swiping a thick bead of pre-cum around the mushroomy head.

"You keep doing that sweetheart and I’ll have no choice but to fuck you right here in the street." Eddie panted against your neck, his words going straight to your cunt.

"Promises, promises." You said with a purr, jerking him slowly.

He laughed breathlessly. "Fucking tease." His hands quickly hitching up your skirt, hips pressing you closer to the van, slipping your panties to the side, you gasped as he trailed a finger through your wetness up to your clit and back down again.

"Jesus baby, you're soaked. All this for me?" He asks incredulously, kissing you deeply again, two fingers moving slowly pumping in and out of your cunt as his thumb plays with your clit. The pair of you working each other, quiet moans slipping past swollen lips

"Eddie." You whined softly, there was a tiny voice in the back of your mind which was terrified about getting caught in such a compromising position, but a much louder voice was screaming, begging to let Eddie have his way with you in the street where anyone could see.

"What is it princess?" He murmured, biting at your lower lip.

"I want -" You hiccupped on a moan, all four of his fingers now working over your swollen clit, spreading the slick from your cunt, you could only hold his cock, brain not functioning enough under his ministrations.

Grinning, taunting you openly he nipped at the sweet spot under your ear, whispering "Use your words baby."

"Oh my god." You whimpered. The screaming in your brain reaching a fever pitch; you wanted him to fuck you, right now, you didn't care if you got caught. "Eddie, do it, fuck me, fuck me right here." You say frantically, his movements stilling in shock.

"You sure sweetheart? I-I can wait, we don't have to do anything you don't wanna-" He cut off, watching as though in a trance, you turned yourself around, pushing your ass out toward him, in the dim streetlight your pussy glistened with wetness all swollen and pretty.

"Ho-ly fuck." He breathed out in awe, fishing hurriedly for a condom in his jacket pocket. You were breathing hard against the passenger window, watching Eddie's reflection, staring, cheeks flushed with excitement and lust as he yanked his jeans and boxers down enough to free his length, panting as he rolled the condom on. Coming up behind you, he crowded you against the van once again, his body covering your back, feeling his cock line up with your entrance; shivering at the slow press and delicious stinging sensation as he worked his way in.

"Christ you're so fucking tight baby." He hissed, balls flush to your ass as he bottomed out, one hand coming up to play with your tits, the other bracing against the van as he started to thrust.

"Eddie…fuck." You choked out, rubbing at your sopping clit, you were already so close, bouncing your hips back against him as he thrust harder.

"Oh my fucking god, you're perfect, so fucking tight and perfect. I can feel you dripping on my balls." He groaned, grabbing your hair, turning your head to capture your lips in a frantic kiss, you keened into his mouth. He was pulling your top up, freeing your breasts, pinching at your puckered nipples, his other arm wrapping tight around your middle, holding you steady, pounding deeper.

It was lewd, it was indecent, it was sinful and you had never felt so alive.

"Eds, Eddie, I'm - fuck I'm fucking close, please." You begged, pleading, hovering over the edge, heat swimming deep in your belly.

"Oh shit, yes, such a good girl." You could hear he was close, the words passing through gritted teeth. "Taking this cock so well. You wanna cum baby?"

"Yes." You whined desperately, the coil within you tightening. "Please, I wanna cum so bad, fuck me harder."

You didn't know where the words were coming from, had never felt this pent up, never craved sex this way before.

Eddie's balls were slapping against you in a faster rhythm, the sound penetrating the otherwise still night air.

"Fucking hell baby, yes take it, so fucking good - shit - that's it fucking cum for me sweetheart. Cum-on-my-cock-you-little-fucking-slut." He punctuated each word with brutal thrusts and at the word slut you felt the dam break, wave after wave of throbbing pleasure seized your body, head thrown back in a wordless cry, spasming around his dick.

"Shit,shit,shit,fuck,fuck." Eddie was chanting in a low whine, hips stilling against you, even with the condom on you could feel the pulse of him cumming.

You both stayed perfectly still for a moment, your shared heavy breathing the only sound now.

"That was… holy fuck that was…" Eddie muttered leaning heavily against your shoulder, you clung onto the side mirror for support, legs feeling like jelly.

"Uh huh." You agreed breathlessly, you felt his hand on your back rubbing soothingly, unable to stop yourself from hissing as he pulled out, gently righting your panties for you and pressing a fleeting kiss to the back of your neck.

It was a remarkably sweet gesture, particularly in stark contrast to your position moments before, you tugged your top down, and skirt back up leaning against the van with a heavy exhale. Eddie had tucked himself away, and was now busy tying the condom off, stepping into the road to drop it unceremoniously down a gap in a drain cover, your face scrunched in distaste at the action.

"Giving the swimmers a new lease of life." He said winking impishly.

"I'm sure the sewer rats will be ever so pleased." You deadpanned.

You were unsure what the plan was now, should you go your separate ways, you back to the party, him to - well wherever Eddie spent Saturday nights?

Returning to the party felt like a hellish idea, not just because you probably looked like you had just had sex, which you had, but you'd also have to face Steve and Nancy and whilst you now seemingly had the option of sex on tap, emotionally your heart still very much belonged to Harrington. Also you had the beginnings of a headache no doubt from the toxic punch.

"Uh- sweetheart you in there?" Eddie asked you, waving his hand in front of you, evidently you had zoned out.

"Huh?"

"I was talking about milkshakes."

'Milkshakes?" You repeatedly blankly.

"Yeah, ya know, you take the milk, you take the shake you take them both and then you have the facts of life." He said moving past you, opening the passenger door.

You just stared vacantly.

"Oh my god I fucked the intelligence out of you." He giggled, ducking to one side as you tried to punch him in the arm, catching your hand he pulled you to him.

"Sweetheart I would very much like it if you would accompany me to a diner where we can have milkshakes and discuss the intimate details of our little arrangement." He clarified, gesturing for you to get into the van.

"Details?" You ask cluelessly, clambering into the seat, maybe he had fucked you dumb.

"Details." Eddie cooed, tapping you on the nose and strapping you in like a child, before handing you his drug box and slamming the door.

You were unsure whether to be amused or concerned at how he skipped to his own driver's side, lighting a cigarette.

"Eddie, what exactly are we doing?" You ask, completely exasperated. He revved the engine, jamming the play button on the car radio, head banging along to Ace of Spades - Motorhead for a few moments.

"EDDIE!" You yell over the music impatiently.

"You and I are making a pact princess" Flashing you a huge grin before peeling down the street.

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strangermarvelss · 2 years ago

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kill bill: vol. 2- e.m

Pairing: Ex!Eddie Munson x Ex!AFAB!Reader

Summary: eddie shows up at your house and something unexpected happens

Warnings: angst, yelling, fighting, confessions, eddie being mean, reader being sad

Request?: No

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: here is the highly requested second part to my kill bill fic. i may do a part three, not 100% sure yet. enjoy! :)- sava

shoutout to @andvys for giving me a good direction to go in hehe and @myobmaya for beta reading <3

part one

The sound of a car door slamming pulls your from your slumber, jolting right up in the bed as you rub your eyes with your fists. Turning your head slightly, you notice the clock resting on your bedside table reading 11am, which isn’t something you’re used to seeing when waking up.

The rest of the night went on in a blur, not even sure what time you made it home from visiting Rick. You were definitely mellowed out for a bit last night, needing to relax after dealing with the bullshit that was Eddie’s new relationship following you throughout the day, literally. Your mind was off of him last night for the first time in a while, and it felt nice to let your mind escape from the prison that was Eddie Munson.

You groan when the chiming of your front doorbell dings throughout the house, tossing the covers to the side as you swing your feet off to dangle over the side of your bed. Pushing yourself up, you grab a pair of pajama pants and open your bedroom door, walking towards the front door and swinging it open.

None other than Eddie, also known as your recent ex-boyfriend, stands before you. His expression tightens when he looks up at you, eyebrows twisted in anger as he looks you up and down. You shoot him a trouble look, pointing your eyebrow up at him to silently ask what was going on.

“Are you just gonna stand there and assume I didn’t know what you did to my girlfriend yesterday?” He asks right out the bat, chest heaving as he looks at you with wide eyes and a tight lipped expression, barely enough room for his tongue to dart out as he looks at you. Your hand flies to your face, groaning as you drag it down.

“It’s too early for this shit right now,” you say, going to close the door in his face. He stops it was his hand, creating a loud smacking sound that echoes through your empty living room.

“I really don’t give a shit, we’re doing this now since you were too busy doing God knows what last night,” he breathes out, pushing himself into your home. You close the door behind him, quickly turning to face him with an annoyed expression.

“Seriously, Eddie? I didn’t do shit to your girlfriend, okay? She was the one coming to me and getting in my business so I set things straight with her, that’s all. I know whatever lie she through your way, but it isn’t fucking true,” you exclaim, trying your best not to raise your voice. “And so what if I was busy last night? What I do with my time doesn’t concern you anymore, you made that loud and clear when you broke my heart with no explanation.”

“Now you’re calling my girlfriend a liar? Oh that’s just rich, Y/N. Way to try and hide your jealousy,” he bites back.

“I have absolutely no reason to be jealous of Chrissy fucking Cunningham because I have no desire to be anything like her,” you tell him.

“Yeah, not even care about the guy she’s dating anymore, I see,” he scoffs. Your features twist in confusion, unsure of what he’s really trying to get at here. He points to his neck, which confuses you more. Shifting a bit, you look at your reflection in the mirror and see a small batch of bruises on your neck, making you think back to the night before as it becomes clearer now.

Rick was a little too excited to get revenge on Eddie, despite them being close for as long as they have been. He suggested that the two of you make out and leave some evidence for Eddie to find, and you didn’t see a reason in saying no, so you went for it. He wasn’t a bad kisser, you just thought he could use a little less tongue whenever he’s pursuing someone in the future. It wasn’t until he kept joking about the two of you sleeping together to get back at Eddie when you started to feel uncomfortable, feeling his hands sort of slowly trailing up close to somewhere he really shouldn’t have been lingering around.

“Oh yeah, that,” you breathe out, moving your hands from your neck and clasping them together in front of you.

“Who’s the guy?” He asks.

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t. Just tell me who.”

“You literally have no right to be asking me about this right now.”

“Just tell me!”

“Rick.”

He looks to you for a moment, completely stunned. His mouth agape while blinking at you with wide eyes, scoffing a bit under his breath. After a few moments, he turns from you, shaking his head as he looks to the ground, both hands resting on his hips. Your breath hitches when he turns back around suddenly, your gaze dropping down to the floor as you feel his eyes land on your figure again.

“Of all the people in the world, you go to Rick? Rick fucking Lipton?! Y/N he’s a creep!”

“Why does that matter to you anymore Eddie? I know he’s your friend but you have no say in who I fucking see after the way you up and left me.”

He stands there looking at you, continuing to chuckle under his breath as he shakes his head more. He brings his fists to his temples, taking a deep breath as his eyes shut for a minute. You can feel yourself getting angrier by the minute, each word that leaves Eddie’s mouth making you boil over the edge.

How can he stand there and yell at you about dating when he’s already moved on? Found his new girl weeks ago and parades around the school like you’re not watching, not thinking about your feelings at all. It wasn’t the Eddie you were used to at all, and that’s what concerns you the most.

“Ya know, Chrissy was right,” he finally says, opening his eyes and looking at you. “You really are a whore,” he spits out. You flash him a look, more anger bubbling in your chest as soon as the words leave his mouth.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You come into my house and call me names while standing there and accusing me of shit? What the hell happened to you Eddie? What happened to the sweet loving Eddie that wanted nothing but to leave this town with me on his side just a fucking month ago?” You question, tears pricking at your eyes. All he does is chuckle.

“I found out the truth, that’s what happened! I stopped being naive and grew up,” he seethes.

“Seriously Eddie, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. She told me everything. How you’ve been cheating on me for months and that you never even loved me. That it was all a game to you and you wanted to see just how far you’d get in the whole charade,” he reveals, inching closer to you.

You take a step back from him, a frown resting on your lips. She was coming to you just the day before, trying to play nice and “make amends”, all while going behind your back and starting a rumor about you? She barely knew anything about you thanks to the different crowds you both associate yourselves with, so why was she even inserting herself into the life of someone she barely knows?

But the real kicker of this whole thing? He believed her. He wasted no time accepting the so called truth she told him, and broke things off with you before letting you even know about this rumor spreading around, and not giving you the benefit of the doubt and trusting that you’d never do such a thing. It felt like a punch to the gut.

“Cheating on you? She told you that I was cheating on you, a-and you believed her?” You finally ask him, your voice low as your eyes look to the ground.

“Yeah, because at least someone had the decency to let me know rather than keep me in the dark, unlike you,” he says. You swallow down a lump that formed in your throat, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“I would never cheat on you Eddie. You mean too much to me for me to even think about anyone being such a rock in my life, at least, you used to be. But it’s not like you’re going to believe me since you’ve already chosen your side and made your mind up about the entire situation. So I’m not going to fight with you about this. I’m done,” you tell him, bringing the sleeve of your long sleeve shirt up to wipe your nose as you began sniffling half way through your speech. “But I want you to know how hurtful I think it is that you decided to believe her over me without even coming to me to see if it was true. We’ve spent years loving one each other and you think I’d just throw that all away for someone I know wouldn’t be as good as you? Wouldn’t treat right the way you did? It hurts, Eddie. It hurts so fucking much.”

Eddie stands there listening to you, anger slowly dissolving from his body and features softening at the sadness in your voice. You seem genuinely confused and upset by it all, which sent a smidge of guilt throughout his chest and weighing him down a bit.

Could he have been wrong about the entire thing? Did Chrissy lie and tell him a completely fabricated lie? No, she wouldn’t do that, she’s sweet little Chrissy Cunningham, who has been nothing but nice to Eddie since the two started dating. Her soft smile, the big innocent eyes, the sincerity that lived in her voice every time he spoke. He can’t imagine such an angel of a human being malicious to any extent.

Just like he thought you could never do any wrong when the two of you dated. But things change beyond our own control sometimes.

“Y/N, I-“

“No, Eddie, save it,” you sniffle out, wiping your nose once more. “I think you should go before we both say more things we’re going to regret later on.”

Gesturing towards the door, you walk over and pull it open, looking to the floor as you wait for him to exit your home. His bright white Reeboks come into your eyesight, hesitating before walking through the threshold and onto the wooden porch. You make the mistake of looking up at him, his big brown eyes rounder than usual as he shoots you a sympathetic look.

“Goodbye Eddie,” you tell him.

Before he’s able to response, the door closes in his face, followed by the sound of a muffled sob. The boy’s face instantly falls, more guilt beginning to consume him as he hears just how upset you’ve become. He knew he was being harsh, even the day before he was bubbling with rage at the thought of you hurting someone he cares about. But he didn’t take your feelings into consideration, just thinking about the task at hand and wanting to set things right to protect his girlfriend.

Turning on his heel, he walks down your driveway and slings the driver’s side door open before climbing inside. Twisting the key in the ignition, the van roars to life and Eddie buckles himself inside. Now that he’s had the chance to hear you out, he needed to find Chrissy and hear things from her once again. He wasn’t going to be a dickhead this time.

The journey to Chrissy’s felt shorter than usual, the adrenaline pumping through Eddie’s system blinding Eddie of the amount of time it took to travel over to his girlfriend’s house. Exiting his vehicle, he shakes out the little nerves he has before making his way up the cobblestone path across her yard. If what you said was true, and that you didn’t cheat on him, then he needed to hear just why Chrissy would say such a hurtful thing.

He wanted to see the good in the petite cheerleader. Ever since middle school, he never saw her have an ounce of hate in her body, even if they only interacted here and there before their relationship blossomed into what it is now. She was kind to him and seemed to genuinely care about him, unlike most people in the town they called home. But he always had that nagging voice echoing in his head, telling him how she spent years by the side of one of his biggest tormenters, kissing the mouth that had spewed cruel words at him only hours before. Standing by as her other half tore him down, both mentally and physically, for years without so much as saying a word in his defense.

Knocking on the door, Eddie waits, taking deep breaths to try and keep a level head. He already blew up at one person he cares about, so doing so again would create an even bigger mess he’d have to clean up later on. Chrissy peaks through the window closest to the door, her lips stretching wide in a big toothy smile before watching her head disappear. Opening the door, Chrissy runs out of the house, jumping into Eddie’s arms and squealing right in his ear.

“Hi Eddie!” She exclaims, pulling away from their embrace momentarily to get a look at him. She closes the space between them once more, pressing her lips to his quickly as her hands snake around and rest at the nape of his neck. Instinctively, his hands fly to her waist, holding her as he presses a chaste kiss to her lips and pulling away quickly. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too. Actually came to see if we could talk about something really quick before we head over to band practice,” he says to the girl. She nods, retreating from his body and leading him to the swing on her front porch. She takes a seat, patting the area right next to her as she looks at him. Eddie shoots her a timid smile, taking the few steps and sitting next to her on the swing.

“What’s up? Is something wrong?” She questions, looking to him with worry swimming in her big eyes.

“Kind of. I went to go give Y/N a piece of my mind after she said all that shit to you yesterday, and things got pretty heated and-“

“Did you kiss her? O-or sleep with her?” She interrupts. Eddie can’t help but twist his features in confusion, the small amount of rage that still resided in his chest from earlier beginning to surface again.

“What?! No, of course not. Why would you think that?”

“Just making sure. Continue,” she says, gesturing her hand to him as her voice returns to the sweet, high pitched octave it usually rests at. Shaking his head, Eddie takes a moment to recollect himself. How could she be so quick to assume he’d be with another woman when that’s the exact reason his last relationship ended?

“Anyway…I confronted her about what she said to you, and she said that things didn’t go down exactly like you had said. I also confronted her about the cheating, and she told me she never cheated on me. So I just wanted to see why you said that.”

He can see the panic in her eyes, bulging from her skull as the silence between the builds, nearly suffocating the poor girl next to him. She averts her eyes away from him, looking straight out at her front lawn as she visibly swallows. Eddie’s stomach drops, flipping over over and over as he looks at the girl’s worried face, which can only point to something bad.

“I really liked you Eddie. Ever since that deal you made with me, I thought you were so sweet and kind, not like what everyone says about you. So when I broke up with Jason, I had to find a way to be with you…so I lied and told you that she was cheating on you,” she finally admits.

Eddie feels sick to his stomach as the confession leaves her lips, bile rising in his throat. He stands from the porch swing, clenching his fists in rage before running his hands through his hair, letting out deep angry breaths. He’s baffled at her behavior, surprised that someone who led on to be such a sweet and innocent girl could do something so manipulative and wrong.

“Chrissy what the fuck? H-how could you do that to me? To Y/N? And how could you lie to me all this time about this, a-and what Y/N was saying and doing in the bathroom yesterday?”

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I really am! I knew it was wrong but I just wanted to be with you. When I saw her yesterday, she looked miserable, and I felt the guilt eating me alive, a-and I was going to tell you but I panicked and said the first thing that came to my mind, about how she threatened me and got in my face. Which, she did get in my face, by the way. Eddie I’m so sorry,” she tries to explain, jumping up from the swing to try and get closer to the man. He steps away, shaking his head as he begins to pace.

“I’ve pretty much ruined things between us. She’s never going to forgive me for what I’ve said to her and how I’ve been treating her. I’m so fucked,” he thinks out loud, shouting towards the end.

Pushing the guilt aside, Chrissy springs to life with an idea fresh on her mind, a lightbulb going off just over her strawberry blonde hair. Turning to Eddie, she tries once more to rest a hand on his shoulder, this time only in a platonic way. She knew breaking them up was a shitty move, especially when the two of them seemed like the epitome of soulmates. She knew exactly how Eddie could set things right, but also for herself as well.

“Eddie, I really am sorry for what I did. I shouldn’t have tried to get in the middle of an already perfect relationship with lies and manipulation motivating my actions. I know it’s going to be hard to try and convince Y/N into taking you back, but I think I might know something that can help.”

The metalhead turns to her, his expression mixed with anger and confusion. Jerking his shoulder out of her grasp, he fully turns his body towards her, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he quirks a brow. “And how exactly am I supposed to do that? I made a complete fool of myself and I’m going to make an even bigger fool of myself if I try to just say ‘Hey, sorry I thought you were cheating on me even when there was zero evidence presented in front of me. Wanna get back together?’. How am I supposed to even think about it, Chrissy?”

“Hey, I wouldn’t be so quick to think negatively. So this is what I was thinking-“

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abibliophobiaa · 1 year ago

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Talking in Your Sleep

- eddie munson x afab!reader; 80s summer slasher au.

(Coming 6/25/2023)

Preview below the cut… 🛶🏕️

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The door opens and you really shouldn’t be surprised to see Eddie. Eddie’s standing there in a Metallica tank top, the sides cut for a larger hole, revealing the smattering of ink across his form. Heart clenching, you rise to your feet as Chrissy opens the door further and urges him into the open space, your arms circling his waist as he draws you flush against his chest. A hand rests on the nape of your neck, the other rubbing a slow circle between your shoulder blades.

Chrissy whistles a tune unfamiliar as she makes her way back to her bed, kicking her feet up on a pillow. Feeling your cheeks warm, you step back, mindful of your company. Circling your palm in his own, you drag him onto the front step of your cabin, taking in the glow of the moonlight up above. Wings of fireflies bat around you, their glowing bulbs flickering around the lamp hanging on the porch, a moonlit song only they know.

“I wanted to check up on you,” he says once the screen door is shut behind him, palm coming to rest on your cheek. “He’s an asshole. With that whole Henry Creel bullshit.”

“I’m okay,” you promise, leaning up to press your lips to his. “Don’t wanna talk about him.”

“Think Chrissy will let me stay tonight?” he murmurs, forehead pressing to yours. His nose slides down the bridge of yours, prods at your cheek until your lips twitch into a smile. His teeth flash with his grin at that. “There she is.”

“You're on duty,” you remind him, though the idea is tempting.

Summer before being Eddie’s girlfriend was one thing, your first summer as his girlfriend is another. Separation feels daunting. The craving to be near is stronger now than ever before.

“The little gremlins can survive one night with Steve.”

“Eddie…” He buries his face against your shoulder, swaying you left to right in his arms. “Thanks for coming. But I promise I’m fine. Plus, I think I actually made a new friend tonight.”

“You and Cunningham, hmm?”

“She’s…she’s actually really nice.”

“I’m glad.” His head shifts, lips pressing into your neck until you wriggle and writhe in his arms, earning a chuckle out of the man. “I’ll miss you. Maybe you’ll come visit me in my dreams.”

“You’re such a sap, Munson.” Nose wrinkling, you reach up to comb at the curls tickling your cheek. “Who knew?”

“There are exceptions to every rule.”

You grin, heart fluttering away in your chest as he takes a step back and makes his way down the stairs leading to your cabin. There are three words that bubble on your lips, three words you’ve never shared with anyone before. And it’s fitting they form for this man, this person.

But it’s not time. Not yet. So instead you lean your elbows onto the railing and blow him a kiss, snorting as he dramatically smacks it against his chest and falls backward into a heap on the forest floor below.

“Go, shoo,” you tease, giggling as he rolls over and pushes himself onto all fours, shaking out his hair.

“You wound me, sweetheart.”

Three words.

Not now.

“Goodnight, Ed.”

He grins. Waves.

Three beautiful words.

But you have all the time in the world anyway; there’s no rush.

“Goodnight.”

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#lunaloveseddie #eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader

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myosotisa · 2 years ago

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ceilings - s.h.

Steve Harrington x Reader, Chrissy Cunningham x Steve Harrington

‖ summary: 2 and a half years of your relationship with your best friend Steve.

‖ tags: cheating/infidelity, dubcon, sexual content. you're the one outside of the relationship. slight emetophobia warning. reader is described AFAB, no pronouns, no y/n. angst. hurt no comfort. it's a rough one folks, no happy endings here. please consume with caution.

‖ word count: 2k

The first time your best friend touches you is October 30th.

A few times a month you and your tight knit group of friends get together around a hand stained table and play board games. Those are your favorite nights – full of laughs and screaming and jokes and drinking. You count the days of your quiet, empty life between those evenings.

It's a Friday. You've had more to drink than you normally do. Steve, your best friend, is sitting next to you, your friends Jonathan and Nancy across the table. Eddie, the only other single person in your friend group, and Chrissy, Steve's girlfriend, are both not there.

When Steve gets up to refill his drink, you swing your legs up to rest on his chair, laughing to yourself. When he comes back, you expect him to throw your legs off with a fake scowl, maybe sit on your shins in retribution. Instead, he scoops a forearm under both your calves to lift them and settles them into his lap after he sits down.

You're stunned, but only for a moment. The 4 of you return to the game, your legs resting on Steve's thighs beneath the table.

Another drink later, you feel Steve's warm palm against your shin. It's a completely innocent touch, just resting on your skin. To you it feels strange, unfamiliar – you're touch starved and accept it as is.

The night goes on and Steve's hand starts to move. A subtle brush of his thumb turns into a gentle rub along your shin and keeps inching higher and higher. You're intoxicated, dizzy, struggling to keep up with what's going on as it progresses. And his touch feels good.

Jonathan excuses himself to stumble over to the bathroom so you, Steve, and Nancy pause the game to talk. Steve tucks the tip of his finger beneath the hem of your shorts and you can't help but look over at him in shock. He just smiles, same as always, and goes back to talking to Nancy. You face forward and try to get your fuzzy brain to figure out what's going on.

Am I just imagining this? You've known Steve for years and he's never shown any interest in you beyond playful flirting. He flirts with everyone. And he's with Chrissy: beautiful, blonde, skinny, perky. They say I love you daily and live in this apartment together.

But she's not here. And Steve's hand is brushing your clit over your shorts.

You don't stop him.

When Nancy and Jonathan say they are getting ready to call a ride, you get up too. Your head is spinning and you can't think straight. Steve looks a bit disappointed but doesn't stop you.

The next 2 times you all meet up to play games, Steve finds a way between your legs. Even when he's sober. Even when Chrissy is home. Under the table, around a corner, behind someone's back. He takes two fingers and drags them up and down your slit, over your clothes, and looks delighted when your breath catches in your throat.

You never stop him. Even when you're sober. Even when you go home hating yourself.

You tell yourself it's thrilling, the sneaking around. Rationalize how nice it is for someone to know everything about you, even the dark and dusty corners of your heart, and still desire you. One night he whispers how much he wants you, what he'd do if the two of you were alone. And you can't remember the last time you felt wanted. It's like a drug – a strong hit of Steve in a dark corner soothes the lonely ache inside your heart. Even when you go home alone and he gets into bed with her.

The first time he fucks you, she's asleep in the room next door. It's the middle of the night and he has his hand over your mouth, whispering that you need to be quiet so she doesn't hear you. It feels like you're being torn in two; feeling wanted and feeling alive as you do something you shouldn't, drowning in your guilt and shame at what the reality is.

He finishes inside you without even getting you close. You walk home alone with his cum sliding down the inside of your thigh.

A year goes by.

Every time is the last time, both of you say so. He complains of feeling like the guilt is crushing him. You try to offer solutions that he never accepts. You both talk about how wrong it is, how fucked up you both are. How it hardly even feels good or exciting anymore.

He pulls your pants down anyway, whispering that it's the last time.

It isn't.

It's October again and an unhelpful part of your brain tells you that it's a few days off from 1 year since it began. You are sitting at your desk at work and unlock your phone, pulling up Instagram. You scroll by a few posts when you spot his username.

It's like dropping an anchor through glass.

He proposed to her this weekend, the caption explains. The photo is Steve on one knee in front of Chrissy at the place they had their first date. You swipe and it's a selfie – Chrissy holding up a pretty little diamond on her slender finger and 100 watt smiles from both of them. The comment section is full of people congratulating them: how perfect they are together, how happy they look.

You run to the bathroom and lose your lunch.

That weekend after the games are put away, he stands in front of you, asking if he can fuck your mouth. His hand is so comforting on your jaw, his eyes so full of tenderness. You undo his pants yourself and part your lips like you have a hundred times before.

You go home unsatisfied and sob into your bedspread.

2 months later and he has a crisis. The worst day of his life. He's shaking, crying, panicking. But he doesn't go to her. He goes to you.

You hold him as he cries, comfort him, tell him everything is going to be okay. A bitter part of you can't stop thinking about all the times you walked home alone after getting him off, drowning in guilt and emptiness. Comforting yourself as you cried into your pillows. But you tell yourself this moment is important – he needs you, he wants you, he is choosing you. He feels like his world is ending and he knocks on your door.

3 weeks later and the moment means nothing. The cycle continues.

The first time you tell someone the whole story, from the very beginning, it doesn't go as you hoped. It's someone who doesn't know anyone involved, 3 steps removed from all of them. You are desperate to get it off your chest, beg for help from how it weighs you down day after day.

A part of you thought maybe they would understand. They would see why you do it, why you keep saying yes, why you don't put a stop to it. You hoped they would at least try to see you.

The only questions they ask are, "Does his fiance know? Are you going to tell her?" You don't know how to answer. And all you feel is judgement. The weight only gets heavier.

You never speak of it again. To anyone.

A few more months pass. Steve and Chrissy have another fight. He ends up in your bed. After coming inside you (again), and not asking if you came (again), you lay there and talk. He explains the fight, says they just keep fighting, that sometimes he dreads going home to her.

You tell him maybe this isn't working, maybe he should consider leaving her.

"You're only saying that because you want to be with me."

It hits like a punch to the gut. "Steve, you know everything about me. Do you really think I'd do that?"

He doesn't answer, but you know he understands. You'd never put yourself before him. He knows that. "She loves me… And I love her."

If you loved her, how could you do this to her for all this time? You want to scream.

If you loved her, why are you here in my bed?

Instead you listen to him make more and more excuses of why he stays with her. Despite his own betrayal, despite how shitty they treat each other, despite how wrong they are together.

I love you and it's killing me. You want to scream.

You never do. And he goes home to her the next morning.

You ignore his advances for the next 6 months.

It feels good. To set a boundary that way. To choose yourself. And eventually he stops trying, accepts it as it is. The two of you go back to being the same best friends you were before that October 2 years ago. It feels like growth, like you're finally doing something right.

Sure, you're lonely. And sometimes seeing him with her, knowing she still doesn't know, makes the guilt crawl back up your throat and threaten to choke you. But it gets easier.

Then you have a crisis. The worst day of your life. You're shaking, crying, panicking. And you don't have anyone to go to but him.

He buys you food, streams your favorite movie. He sits right next to you on his couch, a comforting arm around your shoulders, a warm touch you haven't felt in months. It's something that friends do. It's casual, normal.

But you feel so empty, so broken, so hopeless. You're so fucking alone. It feels like your world is ending. And when his hand strays too low, you are desperate to feel something different. Something else, even if it's worse.

It's like a drug – and you relapse.

The cycle begins again.

A few more weeks go by. You get home from work and check your mailbox. There's a pristine white envelope with gold embellishments sitting on top of the normal junk mail. You flip it over and see your name in the perfect curve of Chrissy's handwriting.

A wedding invitation. Asking you to save the date. There's a handwritten note from her on the bottom next to the RSVP. "Don't bring a plus one if you can help it! There's someone coming I want you to meet and I really think you'll hit it off ;)"

You didn't think it was possible, but you hate yourself just a little bit more.

2 weeks later Steve shows up at your door. He walks in like he owns the place but stops short when he sees the invitation on your counter.

With a kitchen island's width of safety between the two of you, you finally ask. "Does she know?"

Steve's eyes meet yours. The flop of hair on his head moves as he shakes it in a 'no.'

"Are you really going to marry her without saying anything?"

He doesn't answer. Just stares.

Bile rises in your throat. The white envelope in his hand gives you the strength to ask the question you knew would destroy everything. "Just tell me this, Steve. Was all of this because of how you feel about me?" Your voice cracks, tears pushing at your eyes. "Or, if I had said no, would you just have gone and found someone else to fuck behind her back?"

There's a long stretch of silence. It feels more and more like a noose tightening around your neck as the seconds pass.

"I don't know."

A sob tears its way out of your throat, your hands grappling for the counter between you to stop from collapsing. Through your tears you see him falter and then try to reach for you, but you flinch away.

"Get out."

He actually has the gall to look shocked. "Come on, let's just talk about this."

"Steve." Your voice is liquid nitrogen and he freezes on contact. You've never spoken to him like this before and he doesn't know what to do. "Get. Out."

He whispers your name and it hits you like a slap, another sob tearing up your esophagus as you turn away. Eventually he stops hovering, collects his briefcase, puts his shoes back on. The door clicks shut behind him.

You collapse onto your kitchen floor and cry your fucking eyes out while he goes home to her.

They get married that spring.

thanks for reading.

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #myos ideas #myo4harrington

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callme-dickmaster · 2 years ago

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Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Eighteen - Domesticity

summary: winter break with eddie combined with forgiveness and yet another ride home

cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, afab!reader, language, fluff, like tooth rotting fluff, mentions of sex, implied smut, a couple uses of y/n, steve apologist energy, chrissy cunningham’s mother, hinting to fat shaming, JERRY, -i think that’s all-

author’s note: everyday i get closer to posting bits and pieces of the identical steve story :) love you <3

<<Part 17 --- Part 19>>

Waking up to a quiet and empty house was something you weren’t used to. You were accustomed to blasting music and Billy’s obnoxious grunting. You smiled and turned around to snuggle into Eddie. He groaned in his sleep and unconsciously pulled you into his chest, burying his face in your hair. You grinned, squeezing his waist and tangling your legs together. You flinched and brought your foot back down to the edge of the bed when your knee accidentally brushed his bare dick.

“Mm, put it back,” Eddie grumbled, smiling softly to himself. You snickered and looked up at him, running a finger down the bridge of his nose. Eddie finally opened his eyes and grinned widely when he saw you. You brushed your fingertips all over his face, cupping his cheeks and stroking his cheekbones as you stared at him.

“What?” Eddie whispered, a confused smile on his face.

You shook your head, “I just think you’re beautiful, Eds,” you said.

Eddie’s eyes widened and he turned his head to the side to avoid looking at you and hide his scarlet red face. That was supposed to be his line! You weren’t supposed to compliment him like that!

You whined, trying to make him look at you again. “I just told you I like your face, don’t hide it from me!” You giggled. Eddie smiled and rolled onto his stomach, burying his face into his arms. You huffed and turned your back to him, holding back a smile. Eddie peeked at you from under his elbow, saw your back and pouted. You were guilt tripping him…

And damn it, it was working…

Eddie bit his lip and threw his arm over your waist and shoved his face in your shoulder. You smiled, lightly dragging your nails up and down his arm. Eddie shivered but buried his face further into your hair. “You hungry yet?” You asked.

Eddie nodded, “I don’t wanna get up though,” he whined. You giggled, turning so you could see his face. Eddie smiled, kissing your forehead. You kissed along his jaw, being especially gentle on the love bites you left on him.

Eddie hummed, “Unless you wanna go again, I’d stop,” he breathed, “Okay, horny boy, breakfast sounds amazing right now,” you said, kissing his cheek.

He pouted, leaning on his elbows to watch you get dressed. You tied your hair up and tossed Eddie’s boxers to him to avoid swinging dick all over the house. He caught them and slid them on before he trailed over to stand behind you where you sat at the vanity. He hugged you around the shoulders, kissing your head with a smile. Eddie let you go and pulled on some pants, watching you put on ChapStick. He sighed in frustration, digging through his stuff for his pack of cigarettes. He ended up just bumming one off you on the premise you would both share it.

“I never did get to look at your room. We were a little… preoccupied,” Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You snorted, “Well, don’t be shy! Look around if you want. You can do whatever you want in here. You’re my boyfriend, so… Mine is yours and whatnot,” you shrugged.

You snickered as you watched him wander around your room that Billy fought you for. Your room was the only room in the upstairs area of the house, so you basically had the entire attic for yourself. Thankfully, your mom put her foot down about the sleeping arrangements and set the rule that the oldest kid gets the biggest room until they move out.

Eddie looked around your room with a smile. Posters and tapestries littered the walls, one wall basically wallpapered with posters, pictures, and cutouts of metal bands mixed with some other musicians you liked. “I see you’re a Nikki Sixx fan,” Eddie smirked, pointing to one of the many cutouts of the bassist. You smiled, “Yeah, he’s my favorite from the band. I dunno, I guess he’s hot,” you shrugged. Eddie snickered and kept looking around.

The room was so… you.

Eddie smiled widely at the shiny dark green drum set that was set up in the corner of the room in front of a guitar and bass hung up on the wall. “You play?” He asked. Your eyes widened and you pretended to busy yourself with organizing. “Uhh… kinda? I’m not very good. I just mess around here and there,” you said. Eddie smirked and eyed the guitars you basically put on display.

“Oh! Do you wanna meet Jerry?” You asked suddenly. Eddie chuckled, “Who?” You waved him over and carefully took the lid off the tank you had been standing at. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows at the log and water bowl in the tank. Eddie’s eyes widened when you grabbed the log and flipped it over to reveal a pied ball python at least two feet long and fat.

“Isn’t he pretty? He just finished shedding so he’s gonna eat later. Big mouse for you, sir,” you cooed before reaching into the log to pry the reptile out.

Eddie winced, afraid if you disturbed him too much, he would strike at you. You laughed, allowing Jerry to wrap himself around your wrist. The snake squeezed you gently and leaned up close to your face, his little tongue poking out to touch your nose.

“Relax, Eds. He’s the sweetest snake I’ve ever met. I’ve had him since he was a baby. He loves to cuddle,” you said, running your finger along the snake’s back. He really was a pretty snake.

Eddie tentatively reached a finger out to pet Jerry, almost flinching when the snake reacted by slithering further up your arm. “You wanna hold him?” You asked, offering the snake to him. Eddie stuttered out an “okay..” carefully taking Jerry and handling him like glass. “He won’t break, babe. You can play with him,” you laughed, walking away to turn on the closet light.

Eddie laughed, holding Jerry up to look into his beady little eyes. He was truly the cutest little snake he’d ever seen. “Hi Jerry!” Eddie said softly.

You smiled to yourself, making up your bed since you were actually trying to keep your room clean this time. “Alright! We have the whole house to ourselves so, what do you wanna do?” You asked.

Eddie shrugged, setting Jerry back in the tank. Jerry slithered into the red light of the heat lamp, curling up in a little ball to have a nap.

“Speaking of that… I was wondering…” Eddie started, “How come I’m only able to come over here when no one else is home?” He asked. You frowned. Were you about to have a fight? God, you hope not. “Well, I never said you weren’t able to come over. I just didn’t think you should because my family was going to be here,” you shrugged, “Well, do you not want me to meet them or something?” Eddie replied.

You shook your head while Eddie slowly prepared his sneaky defensive stance. He trusted you, but the nagging voice in his brain told him that even you didn’t want to show him off and you’re just like everyone else.

“No, I just didn’t think you would want to come over. My family is… overwhelming, and I didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t act like yourself at my house because they would look at you funny like they look at me,” you sighed with a sad shrug.

Eddie dropped his arms and looked at you. Everyone else he’d ever been with (which wasn’t a lot) always hid him like they were embarrassed of him. He figured you were doing the same.

Now he felt bad…

“I want you to feel as at home here as you do at the trailer. And my family would mess that up… I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, you know?” You smiled innocently.

Eddie finally crossed the small space between you, got down on his knees, and hugged you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling softly as you nudged your face in his curls. “You’re amazing,” Eddie said with the most lovesick smile on his face.

You snorted, “Why?”

“Because! You’re sitting there looking out for me and here I thought you were embarrassed of me,” Eddie shrugged, pouting a little. You awed at him and cupped his cheeks, kissing his nose. “I would never be embarrassed of you, darling. I’m sorry you felt like that,” you said, smiling gently at him.

Eddie grinned and stood up before he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. You shrieked, kicking your feet as he carried you down into the kitchen. Eddie finally sat you on the counter, shielding your head form hitting the cabinet and laughing when you hit his shoulder with fake anger. He kissed the pout away from your lips and put four waffles into the toaster. You fumbled with Eddie’s fingers, wishing he would sleep with his rings on so you could twist them around.

“Oh! Baby, I almost forgot to tell you. So, Steve is throwing a Christmas party at his house, and he invited me to come. He said I could bring you if I wanted to… and I wanna, so do you want to come with me?” You asked, kicking your feet. Eddie hummed, spreading peanut butter on your waffles. He was very, very weary of Steve. He’s heard all about how nice he is and how he’s supposedly this super great guy now but he’s suspicious. Steve was one of the first people who started up all the freak stuff about Eddie. So, forgive him for not wanting to hang around one of his childhood bullies.

“Ehh, I don’t know, sweetheart. You have fun, but I don’t know if me and Harrington will get along,” Eddie said.

You tilted your head with a frown, quietly thanking him when he gave you the plate with your waffles. “Why not?” You asked. Eddie shrugged, “Well, I mean, Harrington kinda started the whole “freak” thing,” he said, “And, like, it’s whatever now, and I’ve embraced it and I think it’s pretty funny… but I don’t know if I wanna hang out with the guy, y’know?” Eddie chuckled, cutting into his breakfast.

Your eyes widened and your jaw clenched so tight Eddie thought you cracked a tooth. You shook your head with a sigh, “H-he did all that?” You mumbled, “I thought he was cool… He’s supposed to be my best friend,” you said sadly.

Eddie leaned against the counter, starting to feel like a shitty guy. He didn’t want to make you feel like you couldn’t be friends with Steve because Eddie couldn’t let something go. “Well…” Eddie relented, “He’s obviously changed a lot if you’re close with him. He hasn’t said any of that stuff for a long time, but I thought he was just bored with me. Look, I’ll go to his party. If he’s as nice as you say he’s been then I’ll give him a shot. Don’t go cutting him off or anything because he was immature in middle school, okay?” Eddie asked, tucking some hair behind your ear.

You nodded quietly, still trying to come to terms with the fact your best friend used to be a bully. Even better a bully to your boyfriend! Amazing! Loving life right now!

“Hey… where’d you go, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. You shook your head, smiling up at him. Eddie grinned widely, wrapping his arms around your waist. “There’s my pretty girl!” He said, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You giggled quietly, which gave Eddie a nasty idea. He used his arms around you to his advantage and started poking at your sides with an evil grin on his face. You squeaked and laughed, begging him to stop tickling you as you sunk to the floor with him on top of you. Eddie sat up, pat his elbow, and pretended to body slam you like he saw wrestlers do.

You laughed, flipping over so you were on top and pinned his arms down. You were still giggling and trying to catch your breath. “I… can’t stand you…” you panted. Eddie smiled, leaning up like he was going to kiss you and licked a stripe up the side of your face. You stopped and gaped at him, looking offended as you wiped his spit off your cheek. Eddie laughed, his head bonking the floor as you giggled together.

You leaned down to give him an actual kiss. Eddie hummed, wiggling his wrists to try and touch you but you were holding him pretty good. “Mm- baby, you know what sounds fun?” Eddie asked.

You hummed, kissing his neck, “We should go to the record shop. There’s this new band that just came out with an album and it’s apparently so super good. So, now I have to go buy it. You wanna go?” Eddie asked. You pretended to think about it before nodding and jumping off him to help him up. “I wanted to look for some more Ozzy anyways. Max broke my Bark at the Moon,” you rolled your eyes with a smile.

Eddie pouted at you and followed you up to your room to change and get ready to go. Eddie smiled softly to himself as he watched you meticulously apply your makeup that gave him scary dog privileges.

“Can I have some eyeliner?” Eddie asked, batting his eyelashes. You snickered and nodded, grabbing a pencil liner instead of a liquid so he didn’t smear it everywhere. You smudged it on his waterline and had to hold his eye open because Eddie was far too twitchy to sit still with a pencil on his eyeball. “Sick!” He drew out, kissing your cheek and pulling you to stand. He twirled you under his arm, securing the cliché boyfriend move and locked the front door behind him.

The days that led up to Steve’s party were full of you and Eddie taking full advantage of having the Mayfield/Hargrove house to yourselves. Which included but was was not limited to screaming the lyrics to whatever song was crackling through the speakers in your room, you teaching Eddie how to make actual food instead of waffles and microwave dinners, having sex all over the house (including Billy’s room out of spite), and you started looking for a job.

You were starting to run low on the money you had left over from California, and you couldn’t just dip into your savings for stuff you didn’t need like records. Eddie insisted that he could just cover you with his dealing money, but you hated when people spent money on you and you didn’t want to be a leech, so that was a fat no.

You didn’t have to worry about that right now, you were currently worrying about the lasers Eddie was shooting into the back of Steve’s head while the boy mingled around his party.

“Eddie!” You hissed, smacking his chest. Eddie jumped and looked down at you, a soft look in his eye at meeting yours. “Stop glaring. You look constipated,” you whispered, quirking your eyebrows to settle your point. Eddie laughed, tossing his head back and Steve finally got a minute to approach you two.

You told Eddie in the car to let you do the talking because Eddie wouldn’t be able to not insult him. You wouldn’t force him to accept Steve’s apology, but you didn’t want there to be tension.

“Hey! You made it! I’m so glad you’re here, I would’ve been bored out of my fucking mind without you here,” Steve said, hugging you. You smiled a tight-lipped smile and pat his back.

“Hello, Steven,” you sneered, almost sounding like a joke.

“Oh, Steven… what did I do?” Steve asked. You sighed, “Well, Eddie told me something pretty interesting about you!” You said in fake enthusiasm. Eddie snorted, sipping his drink to hide it. “Yeah! He told me all about how you’re the reason Eddie’s known as the town freak and why he can barely set foot in a fucking antique store without the cops being called! What the fuck, Steve?! I thought you were cool, man!” You said, crossing your arms.

Steve winced, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t Eddie’s biggest fan, but he still felt like shit for bullying and allowing other people to bully him. Steve fumbled for a reason to explain why he did what he did but couldn’t find any reason valid enough for over ten years of bullying.

“Shit… Shag, I-I don’t know what to say. It was fucked up of me and I pulled my head out of my ass too late. He’s never going to forgive me, is he?” Steve asked. You glanced at your boyfriend standing at a random coffee table with bland decorations on it. He smiled and shrugged, showing he got the message that Steve was sorry.

“I don’t know, you gotta talk to him,” you said, rocking on your feet and earning a sigh from Steve.

“H-hey, I’ll try and make it up to him. Apologize, get him a new guitar… anything! I don’t want there to be anything bad between me and him. I feel like shit, you know? Fuck, I’m sorry,” Steve breathed.

You nodded, looking at Eddie who was still distracted with tacky decorations, “I’m not the one you need to apologize to,” you said, nodding towards Eddie. Steve stuttered an ‘okay’ fixed his hair and adjusted his sweater before approaching the metalhead and tapping his shoulder.

Eddie quirked an eyebrow, looking at Steve with wide eyes. “Hi?” Eddie said slowly once he realized Steve wasn’t going to speak first. “Hey, Eddie… Look, I wanted to apologize. I was a dick to you all throughout school and I just wanna say sorry. I totally get it if you don’t care, or even if you wanted to punch me in the face,” he laughed nervously. Eddie smirked, and Steve continued. “I don’t want there to be any, like, tension or bad blood between anybody, so I figured I should say sorry. I pulled my head out of my ass too late to fix it, man. I’m sorry, Ed…” Steve finished.

He looked at his feet and sighed softly when Eddie didn’t respond. Eventually Eddie just shrugged and said, “It’s whatever, man.”

He figured he could end Steve’s suffering.

Steve looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah?” He asked, “Yeah! I mean, I was still a little pissed off at first but she’s more mad than I am about it.” Eddie motioned to you. “Thanks for apologizing though, Harrington, it means a lot. Fact that Y/n’s cool with you is good enough for me to prove you’ve changed,” Eddie said, clapping a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve chuckled and nodded, walking Eddie over to the kitchen to grab another drink. You smiled to yourself, but your grin turned sinister when Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham came into your view. They were just trying to make their way through the party, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Chrissy! Yo, Chris!” You called, waving the blonde girl over. Chrissy smiled widely and bopped over to pull you into a tight hug. “Hi! I didn’t know you would be here!” Chrissy exclaimed, taking your hand.

You smiled, setting your cup on the table behind Chrissy and shrugged, “Steve invited me and I’m a slave to the best friend duty of attending his parties,” you said. Chrissy giggled squeezing your hand and happily conversing with you now that you’d befriended each other in the time Chrissy’d been tutoring you. Chrissy was a very sweet girl and you loved her.

One thing you loved about Chrissy is you got a free show of Jason Carver’s fragile masculinity. He hated that you and Chrissy were friendly with each other. Jason was so scared that you were going to turn Chrissy into a lesbian or something.

“Chrissy! C’mon, the guys are all waiting for us,” Jason said, trying very hard not to notice the fact you were holding hands.

“That’s cool, but I’m just gonna hang out with Y/n for a bit. I’ll meet up with you later, okay?” Chrissy replied, kissing Jason’s cheek. Jason sighed, whispering in Chrissy’s ear that he doesn’t trust you.

Chrissy patted his chest, lightly scolding him and saying you were friends and she was gonna hang with her friends. Jason finally gave in and walked off to hang out with his basketball buddies.

Eddie was making his way back over to you not long after, stuttering over his words when he saw you and Chrissy giggling like little girls together.

Fuck.

Middle school crush. High school girlfriend. Together. Laughing and talking.

Fuck.

He didn’t have any feelings for Chrissy anymore and he hasn’t since his sophomore year, but it was still pretty awkward for him to see her around. Especially because she was really nice to him. Then again, she was really nice to everyone.

“Hi, Eddie!” Chrissy said, waving at him.

Eddie smiled and waved, tossing his arm over your shoulder and kissing your head. He grinned into your hair before he pulled back so you could talk without him latched onto your face. You kept his arm around you as you reached up unconsciously to hold his hand while it hung there. Chrissy ended up staying with you all night. She even got to talking with Steve too! But the real kicker was when Jason came to get her and go home and Chrissy said no.

“I think I’ll just catch a ride with them. If that’s okay with you guys?” The cheerleader asked, squeezing your hand. You and Eddie just shrugged and nodded. Jason looked like he wanted to explode. He kept his cool in front of Chrissy and stomped out to his car which made you all start laughing at his tantrum.

Once eleven rolled around, you and Eddie decided to head out since Chrissy was asleep on your shoulder. Eddie carried the cheerleader out to his van and hopped into the driver’s seat while you woke her up to get her address. Eddie let you take the girl inside since he knew her parents probably wouldn’t take too kindly to Eddie Munson carrying their daughter in front of the whole neighborhood.

“Who are you?!” Mrs. Cunningham exclaimed when you walked through the front door with Chrissy leaned up on you. “Uh… hey… I’m Y/n, I’m a friend of Chrissy’s,” you stuttered.

Chrissy whined sleepily, her head dropping on your shoulder. “Is she drunk?! Christine Elizabeth Cunningham are you drunk?! You know how alcohol can affect your weight!” Chrissy’s mom yelled, moving Chrissy’s head up to look at her.

You, quickly getting the idea of why Chrissy wasn’t staying at home, grunted and started pulling her upstairs to her room. “Excuse me! Where are you going?” Chrissy’s mom shrieked, “Taking your daughter upstairs to sleep. She’s not drunk, she’s tired, man,” you said, rolling your eyes and dragging Chrissy up and into her room.

You dropped the girl on her bed in her brightly colored room. You pulled Chrissy’s shoes off, tucking her in with a sigh. “Have good dreams, Chris,” you whispered. Chrissy hummed and smiled in her sleep as she curled up in bed, cuddling a little stuffed animal to her chest. You smiled softly and clicked the light off before shuffling out of the house without Mrs. Cunningham coming out to bother her some more.

“Home?” Eddie asked, resting his hand on your thigh when he started driving. You smiled, grabbing his hand, “Home.”

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eds6ngel · 6 months ago

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physical connection ⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖°

chrissy cunningham x afab!reader

summary: chrissy is feeling desperate, and you have no choice but to help out your sweet girl.

warnings: SMUT!! afab!reader (mentions they have a vagina.) gender not specified, but chrissy calls r ‘pretty.’ kissing. hickeys. scissoring. r wears boxers. pet names (lovely, baby, honey.) established relationship. fluff. basically very soft and loving smut. [0.9k].

She looked so pretty like this.

You were softly kissing along Chrissy’s jaw and neck, leaving sweet hickeys upon her delicate skin. She was moaning so incredibly quietly into your ear, not wanting her parents to hear the two of you.

“Baby?” she whispers, looking up at you with those beautiful doe eyes.

“Yes, my love?”

“Pussy hurts. Need to feel you…” she whines, her bottom lip almost trembling from the lack of stimulation.

“Yeah? My baby need some help? Is her clit all swollen for me?”

She nods furiously, pursing her lips, tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes.

“Want me to take you or do you need to control yourself, honey?”

She hums softly, “Want you to take me, please.”

“Yeah?” you question with a slight smirk, trailing kisses up the left side of her face, “Want my pussy to make love to yours? So beautiful baby with those manners.”

“Mhmm,” she mewls, “T-Thank you, lovely. Wanna be your polite girl.”

“You always are, baby. Such a polite girl for me.”

You slowly press kisses down the centre of her neck, trailing down the crease of her small breasts and to her stomach. You worshipped every single inch of her. You could spend all day just loving and doting on her in this way. She was way too beautiful to resist.

“Legs up, baby. Don’t wanna ruin these pretty panties.”

She follows your command and lifts her legs up in the air, you delicately pulling the pink, lacy underwear from her and dropping them to the floor.

Her pussy is always so neatly shaved. Her pubes slightly stubbly from where she had shaved the night before, always confirming to you that she was hoping you would make love to her. What a sweet girl.

“Already so wet for me, honey. Don’t even need to warm you up. Gonna be able to rub against you so nicely.” Her body was the most gorgeous thing you’d ever laid eyes on. Nothing had beaten it in the year you’d been dating. And you were certain that nothing ever would.

“Get wet so easily for you,” she whines in frustration, “Can’t help it when you look that pretty.”

You gently chuckle, “Thank you, baby. And trust me, I’m not complaining. Love seeing you so worked up for me.”

You slowly slide your boxer shorts off, climbing on top of Chrissy, wrapping yourself around her right leg, knowing she prefers that position.

You look over to her for confirmation, to which she simply nods, your hips beginning to do the work for you as they slide over her pussy.

With long and slow strokes, Chrissy is letting out faint whines and moans, enjoying the feeling of your bodies together. She loved having that physical connection with you. It felt as if you were one.

You kiss tenderly over the top of her knee, giving it the utmost attention since you couldn’t access much of her body, gripping tightly onto her hand with the other.

“Such pretty sounds. They all for me, baby?”

“All yours. Always yours,” she rambles, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

You took this as your cue to speed up, holding tightly onto her knee to set a steady rhythm. “You’re mine too, pretty girl. Will never need another girl’s pussy when yours is the most perfect one on this Earth. So, so good for me. Jesus—”

You couldn’t hold the dominant attitude up once you felt her delicate hips start bucking up into yours. It was evident she was getting closer, the two of you speeding up the pace as you climbed towards your peaks.

“Honey, I’m gonna cum soon,” she moans out, her eyes brimming with tears. Your sweet girl was never in pain, she would tell you if she was. She always teared up when she was nearing her peak, the overwhelming stimulation becoming too much for her brain to handle.

“Yeah? Cum for me and I’ll follow after you, okay? Need to feel you fall apart against me, pretty girl. Doing so, so incredibly well for me. Always do.” You knew praise got to her, and you could feel it as she whined and bucked up harshly into your pussy.

“Let go, baby. You’re safe with me, my pretty angel. Gonna feel so good against me, make me cum so hard for you.”

And with that, her legs began to tremble, her mouth falling open as her breath hitched, before a long drawn-out whine escapes her throat. Her legs fight against your own as they involuntarily try to push inwards, your hips keeping them stable as you feel her juices leak onto your pussy. Your eyes squeeze shut tightly, mouth biting gently on her knee as you groan, stilling as you let the tidal waves wash over you. Feeling her leak against you always made you cum. Knowing that she was cumming because of you always made you fall over the edge.

Once you both come down from your highs, you remove yourself from Chrissy’s leg, leaning over her entire body to press a few tender kisses to her lips, before lying your head on her chest.

“Thank you, baby. I love you,” you whisper out between pants, planting a kiss on her collarbone before closing your eyes, Chrissy mumbling a soft “I love you too” before the both of you fall into a deep, peaceful slumber.

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madamemedic · 2 years ago

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Room for One More? (Chapter One: Nat 20 on Unarmed Strike)

(This is a poly relationship with you, Eddie and Chrissy. Here's a quick list of what will change or stay the same.

1: No Upside Down

2: Jane gets legally adopted by Jim because Becky cannot look after her and Terry at the same time. So he adopts her.

3: Will does not get lost.

4: Bob is alive; he just doesn't date Joyce.

5: Barbara moves out of town to get better education choices.

6: Nancy cheats on Steve, but Steve finds out later. Nancy still ends up with Jonathan.

7: Star Mall is owned by a greedy company, no Russians; thus, it still stands, but Steve and Robin quit anyway.

8: Joyce and Hopper are newly dating.

9: No powers

10: Reader is 19

11: Nobody dies. Even Billy.

12: There is no papa.

That is it. Enjoy.)

Chrissy POV:

As far as Chrissy knew, her life was stagnant and, to be honest, boring. Every day was the same in the sleepy town of Hawkins, Indiana. Wake up, go to school, practice for cheer, go home, sleep and repeat. Chrissy was fed up with the days that seemed to drag on. However, it is always wasn't dull. There were times when two people made the day enjoyable despite not being involved.

It was Eddie Munson and (YFN) (YLN). Every lunchtime, you two arrive hand in hand. The love that even Chrissy could see when you looked at each other was something special. Jason never looked at her like that. It made Chrissy slightly ashamed, but in a way, she was jealous. You two were attached at the hip, where you saw one. The other was just a little behind. Today was no different.

"Look, it's the freak and the weirdo," Jason mutters to his jock friends as you and Eddie sit on the Hellfire table. The way you sat on Eddie's lap was casual like you two were sitting at home. Chrissy then saw Eddie's arm slink around your waist to slide your body closer to his. How could you two be nonchalant with your public displays of affection? Jason wasn't like that. Sure, if he caught anybody looking at Chrissy, he'd bark at them along the lines of 'hey, that's my girl, man' or 'quit staring at my girl.'

Chrissy was no longer interested in her food and couldn't help but watch you two. Eddie leans in to whisper in your ear. It must have been funny because you laughed and lightly tapped Eddie's arm.

"Gross, people like that need to be locked up in looney bins" Jason never held Chrissy close or told her jokes. In fact, Chrissy felt more like a trophy than a girlfriend at times. Of course, she could break up with him, but she didn't like being alone. So Chrissy sucked it up.

The jocks didn't seem to care that their words were mean and downright hurtful. Chrissy was damn sure that Jason was trying to provoke Eddie like always. He didn't always get what he wanted, but today, Jason hit a nerve.

"You got a problem, little boy?" Eddie calls over to her table. Now is where Eddie and Jason exchange insults; Chrissy thinks the whole ordeal was childish. So she usually ignored the talk between the two boys. That was until someone said her name.

"I would say that I feel sorry for your girlfriend having to date a freak like you, but she's like a weirdo like you two. A couple of circus clowns." Chrissy could see that comment got to Eddie since she saw his hand on your hip clench for a few seconds before relaxing.

"Oh, we freaky alright. I bet you don't stray from missionary because any other position scares you," Hellfire's table cheers.

"Damn, I feel sorry for Chrissy; bet never given her the big O; I bet Jason's a one-pump chump kind of guy. But, don't worry, Chrissy baby, if you want to experience a good time, you are more than welcome to come to me, baby, anytime." That's when Chrissy looked at you. You had the most salacious grin on your face, and Eddie looked like he was going to pass away with how hard he was laughing. But, on the other hand, Jason looked ready to burst from anger. Apart from Jason's table, the entire lunch room was laughing along, only fulling Jason's anger.

"Freak, you best put a muzzle on that bitch before I do", Jason had stood up. Chrissy could see that Jason was ready to start a fight.

"A bitch? Now listen here, daddy's trust fund baby. You even try to muzzle my girlfriend, and I'll fucking kick you and your friend's asses" Eddie had now, by the end of his sentence, walked over to the Jock table. This looked like it was going to end in a fight. Still, you had taken Eddie's hand and started to pull him away whilst saying, 'he isn't worth it' and 'Eddie, you can't afford to get another detention.'

"Yeah, that's right, get your bitch to defend you. Fucking slut" Now, up until he said that, you had almost got Eddie to go back to his table, but that's when you did a 180 and stormed over to Jason. His face was cocky, but not for long, as you punched Jason square in the face. There was a loud cracking noise as Jason fell to the floor, cupping his nose.

"FUCK, I THINK SHE BROKE MY GODDAMN NOSE" The room fell silent.

"TRY THAT SHIT AGAIN, AND I'LL BREAK MORE THAN JUST YOUR FUCKING NOSE", You spit at Jason. Chrissy was stunned. Sure there had been back and forths, but this was different. By the time she recovered, you and Eddie were gone. The room now was bustling with whispers as Chrissy had turned to Jason. His face was covered in his own blood... wait for a second; you really did end up breaking Jason's nose or what looked like it to Chrissy, but there was no time to ponder as Jason called for Chrissy to take him to the school nurse. Of course, Chrissy, the ever-doting girlfriend, helped her poor boyfriend to the infirmary. Despite Jason having the broken nose, Chrissy hoped you and Eddie got away safely. Maybe when the dust settled, Chrissy could find you to see if you were OK. But for now, she was stuck tilting Jason's head back to stop the bleeding.

(Hoi, you punched Jason, and now he has a broken nose. Rad. I hope you will leave feedback and enjoy your day or night)

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bruises and bambi (C.C.)

Chrissy Cunningham x afab/Henderson! reader

you have a thing for chrissy, and it feels like the earth has fallen from its axis when she says she likes you too.

part two!

warnings: pining, canon typical homophopia, slight angst, chrissys shitty boyfriend, language, borders on the verge of smut but no actual smut, slut shaming??, heavy petting, tits, eddie is hilarious. let me know if i missed any!

all lower case on purpose!

word count: 4,078

“y’know, people probably think we’re sleeping together.” eddie states, staring at the back of the house where three quarters of hawkins high are getting wasted. he passes you the cigarette, formerly in his mouth and you hum.

“why would they?” you ask, your head still hanging upside down out the door of his van.

“hm, probably because we live in indiana and no one knows your into chicks when you hang out with me.” he replies sarcastically, but you can’t be bothered to care. you take a drag, hold back gagging at the taste, and shrug.

“at least people think we’re getting laid.” you finally giggle. eddie rolls his eyes and flicks the bud out into the grass.

“come on, i have business to do.” he pulls you up and starts to walk across the yard. you fumble quickly behind him in the damp grass.

“try not to get wasted without me, okay?” he muses, patting your shoulder before disappearing into the crowd to find his ‘clients’.

you make your rounds, speaking to a few of your peers you actually manage to not hate, before getting an cup of something strong that tastes like a juice box and hiding in a corner. after a few, eddie finds you and he’s got a lit blunt between his fingers.

“want some? one of my guys didn’t show.” he explains quickly and holds it towards you. you’re fast to decline though, you don’t want to get completely messed up tonight. you think, until you see them.

jason is at the counter, a cup in his hand and chrissy clinging to his side. he’s smiling, talking exaggeratedly with his arms, and about one millisecond away from spilling the red drink onto her light blue dress.

but this isn’t about him.

it’s about how fucking pretty she looks in that sweater dress. it’s baby blue and ends right on the middle of her thighs. underneath it is a pair of white fishnets that end at a pair of white high topped converse. her makeup matches perfectly because of course it does, it’s chrissy.

but who are you kidding, she could be wearing the paper bag wrapped around the bottle of vodka beside her and you’d still think he was breathtaking.

eddie follows your gaze and looks back at you sympathetically.

“you sure you don’t want a hit?” eddie suggests, not sure how else to help.

“gimme it.” you huff as you snatch it out of his hand. “how long do we have to stay?” you ask, peering up at him sadly.

“give me fifteen.” he answers, handing you the keys to the van and disappearing back into the crowd.

it's just two days shy of a week after the party that you're sitting in your senior u.s history class, bored out of your mind.

you're not listening to a word mrs click is saying, you'd had enough of her after your first week in sophomore world history.

"and you're going to have partners for this project-" that gets your attention real fast, head snapping up from picking your black nail polish.

after looking at the board while mrs click calls out groups, you come to the conclusion that the project is on a famous moment from the revolutionary war. ‘sounds lame’ you think, an annoyed huff coming from your nose.

“and finally, mrs. henderson will be paired with mrs. cunningham.” shit. your eyes dart to chrissy and she sends you a polite smile. you try to force one back, but you’re panicking. you can’t do a project with chrissy fucking cunningham.

when you glance back at her, an anxious look has taken over her soft features and your chest gets tight. hell, she probably wants to work with you even less than you want to work with her.

why would chrissy, the nice cheerleader who makes honor roll alongside her basketball player boyfriend, want to work with you, the quiet girl who wears hand-me-downs and is in a band called corroded coffin? easy, she wouldn’t.

“you may have the last five minutes to meet with your partner and create a work plan.” mrs click announces, and you think she must really be a demon from hell, sent to make your life miserable.

before you can move to get up, chrissy is plopping down in the seat in front of you and turnin the chair around. she’s wearing her cheer outfit and you’re suddenly reminded that there's a pep rally next period. gross.

“hi!” she beams, her sweet airy voice pulling you out of your trance.

“hey, chrissy.” your voice comes out gravely and tired. no, exhausted. you’d slept on a pile of blankets in the back of eddies van after having another nightmare about that thing without a face. you hadn’t wanted to be alone, and didn’t want to wake dustin by crawling into his bed.

“so, i already have like the whole project mapped out.” she’s speaking fast, obviously confident in her academic ability, before she pauses. “if it’s all okay with you?” she nervous, probably scared you’ll shoot down all her ideas, but you don’t.

“that all sounds great, just tell me what i need to do and i’ll do it.” you promise and her whole face breaks out into the most adorable grin you’ve ever seen.

"uh, well i'll get the materials and we can make the poster together." she suggests and you nod, still on the verge of a panic attack.

finally the bell rings. you're quick to reach for your bag and she stands, ready to walk out

"wait-" you call out, maybe a bit to loud and she spins to face you again. "your place or mine?" you ask as you rush to stand up to her level.

a brief moment of emotion you can't quite place flashes over her features.

"is yours okay?" she questions shyly and you nod. “tomorrow, after school?” she suggests and you try to answer her even though the fact that ‘holy shit chrissy is gonna be in your room’.

“uh, i actually have a thing right after school, but i should be-” you start to ramble, mentaly cursing eddie and his stupid weekly band meetings.

“i’ll wait for you, you ride home with munson, right?” her voice is so sweet that you want to yell yes in her face and tell her you’re so excited to work with her and every thought you’ve ever had. then it hits you, after band practice you’ll be sweaty and the boys will probably want to go out.

“just like, meet me at door ten around 4:30?” you feel rude, but she just smiles brightly and says that’s perfect. she waves bye and rushes down the hall to her next class before you can even say anything back.

as soon as chrissy’s out of sight, your racing down the hall in the other direction. your converse are slapping the ground loudly and people are glaring at you as you bump into them. you don’t care. how could you care when chrissy cunningham, princess of hawkins high is coming to your house with you tomorrow afternoon?

“eddie!” you all but scream when he comes into view. he looks shocked to see you running at him and yelling, not to mention you probably have at least two hall monitors trailing you now.

“what the hell?” he asks when you nearly fall into him, gripping his metallica shirt for balance. he’s glaring down at you as you try to catch your breath. “the bell is about to ring why aren’t you in class right now.”

“c.c.c.” you finally gasp and he furrows his brows. chrissy cunningham crush, he had suggested the acronym so that you could talk about it freely in public.

“what about her?” he asks, becoming quickly more invested.

“she’s coming to my house, dude!” you shout. you can see the moment the words register in his head.

“holy fucking shit!” his voice is so loud it echoes around the nearly empty hallway around you, right before the bell rings.

“that’s lunch detention, both of you. friday.” tammy thompson drones. shit.

you had gone home and deep cleaned your room, not wanting a single thing to be out of place. then you had nit-picked at dustin to do his nightly chores so that the rest of the house would be clean too.

“i don’t see why it’s such a big deal!” he had yelled after you’d shoved him out the door to take the trash out.

“it just is, okay?” you’d called back, and your mom was just happy to see you and dustin cleaning for once.

this morning you had taken the longest shower of your life, and made sure that every part of your hair, outfit, and makeup were perfect.

it had taken you nearly an hour to pick out your clothes, a pair of acid washed mom jeans, a red and black striped shirt over a black thermal, and your converse. okay so maybe it was nothing special, but you felt really good.

but when you got to school and saw her in her short white skirt and blush pink sweater, you nearly fainted.

“you’re no better than a man.” eddie had remarked when he caught you looking at her.

but now here he was, walking you down the hall and giving you the pep talk of your life. you’re sweaty and the sides of your hands are split and a little bloody from clumsily playing the drums for the past hour.

she’s waiting for you just outside the door, bag of materials in hand, looking out towards the football field. he pats you on the shoulder and kisses the side of your head.

“good luck, don’t throw up.” he smirks and shoves you toward the door. you mutter a quick asshole, before stepping outside.

“hey!” she grins and you swear your heart fucking stops.

“hi” you manage to choke up, the light shining through her hair and catching her eyes just right as she smiles at you. if there is a god, please help me. “let’s go.” you shrug and she nods.

you’ve been walking for about five minutes, awkwardly talking about the weather and the project. she seems genuinely happy that you’re letting her run the whole assignment.

“y/n!” someone shouts behind you suddenly. chrissy gasps and jerks towards you as you both turn to see dustin riding towards you full speed down the hill.

“hey dusty.” you feign amusement and he rolls up beside you.

“hi, i’m dustin.” he ignores you and extends his hand to chrissy. she shakes his hand and giggles as she introduces herself.

after a few moments of walking, she adjusts the large bag of craft supplies. there’s a red mark on her wrist from carrying it.

“here, let me hold that.” you reach for the bag and she gasps softly. you follow her gaze to your bruised hands. had you really been playing that badly?

“what happened?” she drops the bag and takes your hand in her small ones. her fingertips are soft as they run down your palm to get a better look. you choke on your breath when her big bright eyes look up at you with concern.

as much as you don’t want to, you pull your hand from hers. because if you don’t you’re going to pass out.

“just got distracted while drumming, it’s not a big deal.” you attempt to shrug it off, but she looks at you skeptically. you take the chance to reach down and pick up the bag at her feet. “c’mon”

the rest of the walk is spent with dustin ranting, telling jokes about science and comic that chrissy definitely doesn’t understand, but laughs at anyway. you’re grateful the awkwardness is gone, but now you can barely get a word in. you let out a breath of relief when the house is finally in sight.

“dustin, show her where my room is while i get food.” you direct and he quickly leads her down the hall, clearly eager to keep talking about the game of d&d he is going to play at mikes tomorrow night.

you take a moment to breath and prepare yourself for what you’re about to do. you can fight monsters and possessed kids but not face a tiny cheerleader in a miniskirt? this is pathetic. You groan as you start grabbing armfuls of snacks and trek down the hallway.

when you reach your doorway, dustin is sitting on you bed still talking her ear off while chrissy gazes around your room in amazement. to avoid the need for her validation that’s quickly rising in your throat, you throw a nutty bar at dustin's head and dump the rest of the food on the floor.

“there’s so many posters.” she gawks at your walls before gasping and reaching for the large fish tank in the corner. “aw, they’re so cute.” she looks mesmerized by the two black goldfish, her smile contagious.

"yeah, mom said y/n could have two fish when i got yurtle." dustin explains and she looks at you with confusion.

"his turtle." you explain and she gives a silent 'oh'.

it's been a half hour since then. there's music playing softly on the radio while you both lie on the floor. your fingers are covered in glue and she laughs every time you get paper stuck to you.

the silence isn't awkward, it's calming. her occasional humming and laughs help ease the anxiety that you're laying face to face. there's only about eight inches between the two of you.

when the beginning notes of 'girls on film' fill the room you involuntarily gasp. her eyes shoot up to watch you as you crank the knob to the right.

she's still smiling, does she ever stop, you wonder, and she giggles as you start to dance.

you have no idea where the confidence comes from, but you grab your hair brush and start singing.

"see them walking hand in hand across the bridge at midnight!" you point at her while singing and she starts to dance, still laying on the floor.

after a few lines, you hold your hand out to her. her eyes get wide before she takes it.

"girls on film!" you shout, pulling her up. you toss your hair brush and grab her other hand. she's laughing and smiling as she sings and dances with you.

when the song ends, you let go of her hands and she flops back on your bed. she doesn’t stop laughing though. you move to turn down the music and when you turn back she’s absentmindedly snickering at the ceiling.

“what’s so funny?” you ask, a laugh of your own spilling out.

“that was so fun.” she says breathlessly and you nod.

“oh yeah, nothing but fun in the henderson household.” she’s beaming at you, theres no possible way you can feel better than this.

eddie has a stupid smirk on his face as he watches you dreamily talk about chrissy. you’re sitting in the back of the lunch detention class; the teacher isn’t paying a single bit of attention.

“y/n, doll, that all sounds great except one minor detail.” he cuts off your ranting and you raise your eyebrows at him. he gets a pitiful smile on his face before reaching to squeeze your hand. “her boyfriend picked her up, and the project is finished now.” damn.

you hadn’t thought of it like that. if there was no project to work, she had no reason to talk to you. why did we finish it all in one night?

you’re about to say something back, probably something snotty, when you hear yelling from the hallway. he locks eyes with you and you both bolt up to follow the detention monitor into the hallway.

“you don’t just get to break up with me!” jason is screaming. you can just barely see chrissy around him, her body is slumped in on itself and she’s got tear tracks down her face.

“jason-” her voice comes out broken and quiet. a crowd has gathered, and staff isn’t even trying to stop it.

“no, okay. i don’t know what idea you got in your head that made you think that was alright.” he’s reprimanding her like a dog, and your blood feels like it’s boiling beneath your skin.

“i’m sorry.” she croaks out and he starts to laugh.

“no, chrissy. you’re not sorry because you’re a slut.” he yells and your feet are moving before you can stop yourself.

“nope.” eddie wraps both his arms around you and picks you up. “trust me, you don’t wanna do that.” he’s carrying you away down an empty hall.

“yes i do!” you say angrily, trying to pry his arms off you. he sets you down and turns you to face him. when you go to walk back, he grabs your shoulders and shakes you.

“y/n, hey. you will just make it worse for both of you.” he tries to dissuade you, and you know he’s right.

“i can’t just leave her there.” your voice cracks and you’re close to tears. he looks at you sadly.

“don’t, please don’t do this to yourself.” he trys meekly. you nod and he sighs in relief. “thank god.” he whispers and wraps his arms around you.

she hadn’t been in history, but people had kept the whispering to a minimum. you had been uncomfortable, constantly worrying about her all afternoon.

even now, you’re laying in bed on the brink of sleep. your thoughts or on her, your chest tight. there’s classical music playing softly from your record player by your fish tank and rain tapping on your window.

dustin was at mikes to stay the night, like he always was on friday nights, and your mom was out of town visiting your aunt.

that’s why you nearly shriek when something starts tapping on your window, louder than the rain. sun is down, but not so far that it’s dark outside. you’re shaking, your legs barely able to hold you up as you reach of the tapestry you use as a curtain. you hold your breath and pull the curtain back.

there’s chrissy, standing in the rain. she’s clearly disheveled, and her face is red and puffy like she just got done crying. you slide open the panes quickly, but she speaks before you can ask her why she’s there.

“can i stay here for the night?” she asks. her voice is still soft, but it’s also cracked and gravely. you don’t even answer, you just lean down and hold your arms out for her. she gives a small smile in relief, before jumping up and grabbing your shoulders.

“watch your head.” you whisper softly in her ear as you pull her up through your window.

when you set her down on your floor, your arms are still around her and her hands are still on your arms.

“thanks you.” it comes out as a breath and you nod, staring down into her eyes. you have to force yourself to pull your ring clad hands from her waist and guide her to sit on your bed.

she just sits there for a few minutes, staring down at your blankets. her hair is out of place, damp and hanging in her face.

“god, did you walk here?” you ask observing her drenched figure.

“i’m sorry for just barging in.” she sobs. she hides her face in her hands and you coo at her, pulling her into your arms.

“it’s okay, i promise.” you speak as softly as possible, not wanting to scare her. “i’m gonna get you some dry clothes, okay.” you ask, and she just nods from her place in the crook of her neck.

you get some of your comfy clothes, a baggy tee and sweatpants, and hand them to her.

“i’ll wait out-” she cuts you off and grabs your hand to keep you from moving towards the door.

“no-” she gasps. “please don’t leave me.” she pleads and you nod, not trusting yourself to speak. you turn and stare at the wall so that she can change.

you can see her shadow on the wall as she pulls off her shirt; you snap your eyes shut quickly. don’t be a fucking creep, y/n. your palms are sweaty, and you dig your nails into them.

“i’m done.” she mumbles, and you look back at her. your stomach drops when you see her in your baggy clothes. she just sits there, peering at you shyly while you gawk at her.

“h-have you eaten dinner?” you ask, trying to be polite. she shakes her head no and you nod. “i’ll order pizza.” you suggest and she nods. you start to move out the door and she grabs your forearm, letting you guide her.

“you can pick out a movie.” you murmur to her when you step into the livingroom. you point at a stack of tapes from the video store and she nods, letting go of your arm to look.

you go in the kitchen and order pizza after checking to make sure your mom left you money. when you’re done, you turn to see her sitting on the couch. you squint and see that she put in bambi. you’re mom had suggested that you and dustin rent it for family movie night.

“we have about a half hour.” you inform her, sitting down. she gives a small nod, eyes still glued to the screen in front of her. you finally lean your head back and try to relax. it’s only a few minutes, but it feels like hours before she speaks.

“y/n?” she asks and you hum in response. she shifts her body towards yours.

“what is it?” you ask, but she’s suddenly leaning forward.

you almost can’t comprehend when her lips touch yours. you think you must be dreaming. you’re so stunned that you can’t even kiss back.

when she pulls her face away, her eyes are teary.

“that’s why i broke up with him.” she cries. “because when he picked me up all i wanted was to be back in your room because it’s quiet and dark and it smells really good and it’s not fucking pink and-” you cut her off by kissing her roughly, and you don’t stop.

neither does she.

when you softly bite her lower lip, she whines and you almost have to press your thighs together. she quickly puts her hands on your chest and straddles your thighs.

“is this okay?” she implores and you start nodding rapidly. hell yes it is.

“yeah.” you say breathlessly, and your hands are shaking as you move them to her waist. she smirks and starts kissing you again.

after a few more moments, her hips grind down onto you. the action causes her to gasp into your mouth. your fingers tighten, gripping her hips which are clad in your sweatpants. she repeats the action a few more times and you moan without receiving any stimulation.

“are you sure you want this.” you ask, looking up at her. she reaches down for your hand, sliding it up her shirt and to her bra. it’s thin and you almost moan again when you feel her nipple through it.

“i’m sure.” she promises, and you don’t hold back. you roughly squeeze her tit and start biting her neck.

she threads her fingers through your hair and pulls you head back. you’re both breathless. she maintains a searing eye contact as she slowly pulls her (your) shirt off. you can’t help yourself as you push her back to the couch, causing her to squeal as you climb over her.

you continue to press little kisses to her chest as she gasps, bringing her legs to wrap around your hips.

you pull your head up to observe the purple splotches you’ve left behind, when you notice a little brown spot under her bra strap. you move the strap and see that it’s a tiny heart shaped birthmark. her hand comes up to cradle your jaw, making you look at her. you grin.

“what?” she pants. you smirk, dipping your head back down and nipping at the soft flesh.

you move back up, placing your face above her own. her big doe eyes stare up at you affectionately.

“let me take care of you, bambi.”

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