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henneseyhoe · 1 year ago

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The Return Of Killjoy.

Killmonger x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of death, gory descriptions, mentions of religion, possession, choking, rough s*x, cu*khold, !SLIGHT CNC!.

Ps. I’ll edit this fully later, so if y’all see random pov switches then ignore it really quick. I just wanted it out before Halloween was over Lmfao.

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“You sure you wanna watch this, Trey? I just feel iffy” She expressed to her boyfriend, fiddling with the frills on her socks. Her stomach felt queasy, and her nerves were higher than usual all that day. It could be because she knew that there were plans made to do something she had no instest in, plans to watch an old slasher film, but even before she knew it was this movie in particular, she had already felt a bad feeling come over her body.

“You need to calm down, baby. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and we both know this shit is fake” Trey brushes her off in a nonchalant way, putting the vhs tape into the tv.

“Trey, please. We can watch a classic! Friday 13th?” He ignores her again, playing with the buttons on the television. “This movie is like 80 years old, who knows what type of old ass voodoo is on it?! we needed a fuckin’ box tv to watch this shit, and everybody saying it’s cursed!” She continues to press him, hoping he’d realize how stupid the whole situation was. She was never the type to be scared of movies, but she heard around town about what people saw in the tapes, and she wasn’t trying to be added to the list of people who lost their minds after watching.

Some stories she heard included people gouging their own eyes out, projectile vomiting everywhere only five minutes into the film, some even lose consciousness. “Are you even listening? Trey!” She pushed him, the boy still seeking no interest in what she was saying. She was so convinced that she could change his mind and that she had time to all before, but obviously he was adamant on watching the movie to understand the hype and fear surrounding.

“…someone literally stopped talking for an entire week after watching it. If that ain’t enough proof for you, I dunno what is!” Crossing her arms, she huffs like an upset toddler, over him ignoring her for a ‘stupid little movie’.

“That was just a drawn out joke! Wasn’t shit wrong with that woman” He says, using the tv remote to navigate through the options to start the movie. There was no turning back now, the tape beginning to roll.

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Trey yawns for the fifth time that night. She couldn’t tell if he was tired of just wanted to pretend like the scenes wasn’t scary. The movie started out with a blood curdling scream that made both the young adults cover their ears, Trey attempting to turn it down with the remote, which didn’t work, but even when he put it on mute, the scream continued. After that was the most gruesome death scene either of them had ever seen in a movie that old. It was almost too real. The main character, or who they thought was the main character, was killed only five minutes into the film. The masked man had captured her in her own home and hung her upside down with chains wrapped around her ankles. She was completely undressed, naked glory there to gawk at. Y/N caught Trey doing exactly that for a moment before the woman was split in half completely from the top down with a seemingly dull machete.

Y/N gags strongly while clenching her thick thighs closed as she watched the woman rip in half, screaming in agony until she stopped before the man could even pull the blade all the way through her body. He hacked away multiple times before he had even reached the end of her, blood splattering all over the hardwood floor.

“Ewww!” Y/N let out a girlish squeal while kicking her feet up and covering her face. Trey shook his head. “This shit is not scary, you doin too much”

“Shut up! This shit is makin’ me sick, turn it off”

“Why? You scared?”

“Yes! Stop playin’ and turn it off”

Trey rolls his eyes and laughs, switching his position so he was kneeling in front of his fearsome girlfriend. “It’s not real” she shake her head, her face still scrunched with disgust while Trey laughs at herfit. “Lemme comfort my little cry baby” he teased and kisses her lips. She melted from his touch, feeling safer than before. Trey’s hands roam her body, going for her shirt to pull it right off her body. Y/N’s safe feeling didn’t last too long, a feeling in her stomach creeping up onto her, telling her to open her eyes, which she reluctantly complied to.

Watching the screen behind Trey, multiple pictures of gore flashed as the film continued, the next picture even more disturbing than the next until the screen flashed a picture that had her jumping out of her skin, goosebumps covering her body.

She pushes her boyfriend away with a scream. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” She panicked, tears welling in her eyes. “Damn, Y/N! You almost bit my fuckin’ tongue off!” Trey shouts, tasting blood in his mouth from the girl biting down on his lip. “What are you on about now?!” Trey glanced back at the screen, but it had changed to a normal part in the movie.

Y/N couldn’t even begin to explain the feeling in her chest. The picture she saw that flashed lastly was a picture of her. In that same spot. With Trey laying next to her, his face looking as if it was bludgeoned, features beyond recognition.

“STOP FUCKING WITH ME, TREY! IM SERIOUS! IT AINT FUNNY!” She freaked, her chest heaving as Trey looked at her in confusion.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. If you that scared then I’ll just turn it off, damn” he reaches for the remote and clicks the tv off, yet the screen went no where. Still playing the movie, Trey tried clicking the buttons on the TV to turn it off, but the film stayed put. He sighs. “Look, it’s an old tv, baby. We can smash this shit right after if it makes you happy” he said, turning back to her. Cupping her face in his hands, he kisses her again, tasting salty tears on her lips. As she gave into his temptation, the kiss progressed to him laying her down and undressing them both fully.

Trey took it upon himself to pleasure her first, something he rarely did, but Y/N brushed it off as him trying to make her feel better. Spreading her legs out for him, Trey dove in, beginning to lap up her swelling clit as she used her hands to play in his hair.

They were cornrowed back, neatly placed in straight lines and she found herself tugging at the ends of them while he slurped her up. He uses her thigh as a headrest for him so he could eat without getting tired, but his patters were already sending the girl into overdrive.

“Yes, Trey” She calls out to him, her other hand gracing her wet lips. She sticks her tongue out and licks a long stripe along her pointer finger and thumb, using her own spit as lube to twist her nipples softly. Trey had suctioned his entire mouth around her clit, beginning to suck while his fingers dipped into her honeypot, giving her a reason for her eyes to be rolling backwards into her head like they were doing.

What was into him? She had never experienced this type of behavior. She couldn’t even remember the last time she came from head alone, but this time felt so different to her.

She had wondered when he had gotten so skilled at this..and when he got a tongue.. or when he got dreads.

Popping her head upwards, Y/N’s heart completely drops. The man that was between her legs was no longer her boyfriend, but the same psycho killer that shook her up just a few minutes ago. Her adrenaline rushes, her brown eyes becoming wide with her jaw being stuck hanging low like she had just been hit with a brick. “—oh fuck” She moans, the demon himself keeping himself latched on her clit, shaking his head from side to side. He rubs his plump lips against her clit while humming, vibrations spreading throughout the girls body before she came, a tongue being right there to catch all that she was giving before it was his turn to get his.

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“Like this, baby?” The man stared deep into her soul while stroking her, his callused hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Y/N shook with fear, but she couldn’t stop the moans falling from her lips. Turning towards the tv, she watched as Trey begged and pleaded on mute, slamming his hands against the windowed screen he was trapped in. Before a singular teardrop slipped from her eye, killjoy had already turned her head back towards him, giving her no permission to look at anything but him.

“Take it. Take it like a good fuckin’ girl” He grunts, gripping her thigh and pushing it back so far that she was basically folded in. It took strength to endure the beating he was putting on her, and the little bit she had left was gradually growing weaker. He was to blame for every reaction she was currently having, from the jagged breathing all the way down to the helpless whimpers. She thought he would have never stopped, until he did, his hips colliding with hers one last time before he stops, laying a smack on her thighs.

“Now, sit that ass on it” He demands. It was like she had no control over her own body, the real version of herself watching behind her eyes in utter shock. Flipping them both over, Killjoy does the honors of pushing himself back inside of her, Y/N using the strength of her calves to bounce on the tip of his dick. It was still so much for her, he was barely inside and she already felt so full. “I can’t-“ she chokes out as her legs shake, her body cowering on top of him. Killjoy grunts in annoyance, his patience running low for the girl. He was fed up. How was she gonna be a good host if she was a coward?

Giving her that jumpstart she needed, he lays three hard smacks on her ass, sending Y/N jumping forward with a yelp, landing right back on his dick. She slid down on his thick pole completely, her thighs closing together. “Unt-Unt. Open them legs, lemme see that pretty pussy” He says, completely disregarding her stiff movements and thrusting his hips upwards. She wasn’t even thinking straight at this point, she couldn’t have answered a question if you asked.

“I’m gonna cum!” She shouts, fisting his locs in her hand, a guttural groan escaping his mouth at the hair tugs. Only the lucky knew how he liked it rough, and not one of those lucky people were alive anymore to tell the story of how killjoy himself broke them in on Halloween night. Now, it was her turn.

“Cum on this dick, pretty girl. It’s yours” He taunts with a devilish smirk, but that only made Y/N teeter over the line of ecstasy and unconsciousness just a little more.

“I’m- im-“

“Uh-huh. Show yo’ man how a real nigga do it”

“FU-“

“Show him how a real nigga make you cum!”

“FUCK”

She stops bouncing, but killjoy kept his hips jack hammering up into her, his arms arms going around her waist to hold her in her spot as he fucked her pussy with no remorse. Y/N was praying to the heavens that it would stop and this would just be some crazy wet dream, but it kept going.

“No need to pray now. He can’t help you” Killjoy speaks into the girls ears, his voice echoing in her head like they were in an empty room.

She could hear her water splashing against him, and he had no means to stop just yet.

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plus-size-reader · 4 years ago

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Flyers

Clay Miller x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2247 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Going out with Clay to help look for Whitney and bonding with him in a way that you never have before

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You had known the Miller family all your life and you would do anything for them. That meant that when Whitney went missing, you were the first person to volunteer to help find her.

...And Clay wasn’t going to argue.

If nothing else, he would be glad to have the company, especially after he just lost his mother too. The entire family was falling apart but you wanted Clay to know that he wasn’t alone.

You were going to find Whit if it was the last thing you did-and you could promise him that.

Now all that was left to do was actually head out and hope that someone had seen her. So far everyone within miles of the campsite told Clay that they didn’t know anything but you’d always been rather persuasive.

You were confident that if anyone could track her down, it was you.

The wind brushed past your face aggressively from your place on the back of Clay’s bike but you didn’t mind. You hadn't felt this free in what felt like forever.

In fact, you hadn’t felt this good since the last time you went for a ride with Clay during spring break senior year. That had been such a good time and you only wished you weren’t doing it again under such terrible circumstances.

However, as much as it sucked, you were confident that Whitney was out there. She had probably just gotten lost in the woods, like so many others often did.

She never would have missed her mother’s funeral unless she had a good reason. Clay knew it, and so did you so it didn’t matter if the cops wanted to help or not-you would find her yourselves.

“Let’s stop here for a sec” he suggested, yelling back to you over the sounds of the road. You only nodded, having no problem at all with that.

You had a saddlebag full of flyers with her face printed on them and you needed to put them someone where. A gas station may be the perfect place to start-seeing as it would bring in more traffic than just townsfolk.

Far more people would see it then, besides you weren’t going to say no to a chance to stretch your legs.

The little bell above the door chimed to life when Clay shoved it open, your own frame hidden behind his own as you entered the small business.

With any luck, you could plaster Whitney’s pretty face all over this joint and be on your way.

“I’m gonna grab some waters while you talk to him, ‘kay?” you hummed, gently brushing your hand over his arm to alert him before making your way down the closest isle. Who knows how long you’ll be on the road before you find somewhere else to stop?

Clay only nodded, approaching the counter with only one thing in mind. He was glad to have your company, or else he probably would have gone insane by now.

No one in this town had any idea where his sister went and they weren’t exactly being the most accommodating when it came to finding her. It was like everyone knew something that they just weren’t going to share.

However, before he could really get into the thick of what he was meant to be asking the clerk, some douchebag made it his personal business to run his mouth.

Which meant that when you came back from the cooler section, you were greeted by an obviously pissed Clay and some strangers, likely the cause of the tension.

“I was gone for two minutes” you whispered to Clay, doing your best to read his expression. You had no idea what had happened but it couldn’t have been good.

...It was tense.

“Well apparently I’m an asshole” he shrugged, keeping his eyes on the blonde, who had taken his place in line by this point. It was almost hard to believe the nerve of some people.

All you could do was roll your eyes, before you took the flyer from his grip and made your way over to the door. “Screw them, let’s just go” you decided, holding the door open for the tall male to pass before following.

You had a mission to complete and you didn’t have to care about some random prick. However, before you moved on completely, you stuck one of the flyers to the back of their car.

If they were going to scare away one of your options, they would just have to provide some free publicity for your cause.

“Don’t worry about them, we’ll find her Clay” You assured, joining him on the motorcycle, holding tightly to his muscular middle. It was meant to make him feel better but more than anything, it was for you.

You knew that it would destroy Clay if you didn’t find Whitney, and you weren’t prepared for how hard it would be to pick up the pieces.

...As much as you loved him.

Doing everything you could to support him in finding her was different than helping him mourn. It had been bad enough when his mom died, but this would kill him.

Clay and Whit had been inseparable since they were kids, but he’d always regretted leaving home. He was seventeen, and you couldn’t blame him but he hadn’t gotten over it.

After all, he felt guilty enough when his mom died but this would be even worse.

“Thanks” he shrugged, turning as best he could from where he was sitting to look you in the eyes. You had no idea what he was thanking you for but all you did was nod.

This whole thing had been hard for both of you but it meant a lot to him that you would put your life on hold to be there with him.

...It was more than anyone else was doing.

“Don’t mention it, now what do you say we start checking out houses by the lake?” you suggested, hoping that people closer to where Whit and the others had gone camping.

It was as good a place as any to start.

Crystal Lake was about as exciting as any other lake in any other small town as far as you were concerned. There was nothing distinctive about it, nothing that you couldn’t decipher as unique.

Still, you didn’t really know much about forests or lakes in the first place.

“It’s really pretty out here, huh?” you allowed, the leaves and sticks crunching under your feet as you walked. Clay thought it best if you took the trail by foot, but you were regretting his decision right now.

At least on the motorcycle, you didn’t have to work up a sweat just to get where you were going.

“Yeah, it’s nice” the tall man agreed, walking alongside you with much less trouble. It was hard for him to process given the circumstances but he was doing his best to keep his head up.

You had a point.

Getting down in the dumps wasn’t going to help either of you find Whitney. Besides, it was a pretty nice view. It had been a long time since you two had been able to spend time together like this and it was nice, even with the underlying upset.

At least you were here with him.

It’s too bad we don’t have time for a swim” you commented absentmindedly, looking down into the clear water. It was inviting enough as it was but with the heat, it seemed to look that much better.

Though, before you could really consider jumping into the lake and not looking back, you heard loud laughter coming from behind the trees.

...A lake house.

It was pretty close to where Whit and the others had been camping, so maybe they had seen something. You just had to hope that was the case, at least for now.

You and Clay seemed to have had the same idea too because when you spun around to catch his eye, he was already looking at you.

It was as good a place as any to check in on.

Although maybe that idea would have followed through better if the person on the other side of the door hadn’t been that girl from the gas station. If she was here, that meant that asshole was likely around here too.

“Can I help you guys?” she asked, smiling brightly at Clay, though she hardly looked at you. You were used to it. Traveling with someone as good looking as he was, you couldn’t blame her especially not in comparison to what you looked like.

Besides, it was hard to focus on that with the cloud of jealousy that surrounded you as she spoke. It was odd but you couldn’t help it.

Still, you knew that you had to keep a level head about you. This was for Whitney, and you had to keep that in mind. If this girl could help you find her, then you’d just have to put up with her ogling your best friend.

“We were down at the rest stop when your friend interrupted. We’re actually trying to find my friend. This is Clay, I’m Y/N. Have you seen her? This is Whitney” you started, showing her the poster you had been holding.

It was important that she really thought this through.

“She’s my sister” Clay interjected, earning a small smile from her as she looked at the piece of paper you passed her.

In truth, Jenna had no idea who she was, or what could have happened to her but she felt bad about what had happened with Trent and the fact that you two were clearly desperate, she didn’t want to just send you away.

So, she did the only thing she knew to do.

She invited you in.

“Come on in. I’ll see if anybody knows anything” she suggested, knowing that they wouldn’t but it would get you out of the heat for a while and maybe you’d like something to drink or something. She just didn’t want you to leave empty handed.

Now, you weren’t super sure about abandoning your mission for some girl but then again, it had been three days already and if Whitney was out there, a few minutes wouldn’t make a difference. So, after checking with Clay for conformation, you nodded.

“She and her friends were on a camping trip and the cops aren’t being much help in finding her” you commented, following the much smaller girl into the house. It was pretty nice but you weren’t surprised. To have a lake house around here, you had to have a good chunk of cash.

Jenna only nodded, gesturing to the fridge as soon as she’d closed the door behind both you and your much larger friend. “Can I get you guys anything? Beer, Water? We have whatever you need” she assured, knowing you must have been out there for a while.

“They’re okay”

A fourth voice interjected, resulting in all of you turning to find the source of the sound, Trent. He gave his girlfriend a single look of disapproval before turning toward you and Clay. “Did you follow us here?” he wondered, venom dripping from his lips.

You almost scoffed at what he was suggesting but kept it to yourself. Why would you need to follow him? He couldn’t have been less helpful at the rest stop so you were sure that he would be no more helpful right now.

...And he was quick to prove you right.

“Look, we’re just looking for somebody and then we’ll get out of your hair. Can you help us or not?” you interjected, knowing that if you let Clay answer his question, it would escalate quicker than necessary.

Though, you were sure that it was going to escalate either way, because this guy was just an asshole all around. He smirked slightly as you spoke, turning his attention to you without missing a beat. Almost immediately, his expression changed.

“You’re gonna find them yourself? Just the two of you?” he laughed, looking between both you and Clay with an amused look branded on his face. It might have been funny to him, but to you, it was a matter of life and death.

The cops weren’t doing anything to help her but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still out there. It just meant that you and Clay had to work that much harder to find her.

“They clearly don’t know where she is. Let’s just go” you pleaded, your voice leaving your throat in a huffy sort of manner. You had already wasted enough time here and it was obvious that no one was going to help you find Whitney.

At least, not here.

Clay looked between you and the stranger before making up his mind, taking the door in his hand and your spare one in the other. You had a point, and if you were going to find Whit as soon as possible, you couldn’t afford to waste time here.

“Come on, we should be able to make it back to the bike before the sun goes down” he shrugged, swinging your hand with his own and smiling at you as best he could to calm your quickened pulse. You were angry, having been treated so trashy by those people.

Of all the things you needed that didn’t even make the list, and Clay knew it just as well as you did.

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jessmalia · 3 years ago

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it is only logical | peter pevensie

pairing: peter pevensie x fem!reader summary: valentine’s prompt 10 “everyone is going as a couple to the valentine’s day party and it would look stupid if we both went alone, right? maybe we can just go together.” requested by anonymous. peter and reader are college aged. a/n: I DID IT I FUCKING DID IT! I mean it’s actually half past midnight here, but it’s still Valentine’s in some parts of the world, right? I DID IT ANON I DID NOT LET YOU DOWN! ps: peter is a slut and somehow I manage to write it into every fic I write lol. warnings: drinking. wordcount: 1525

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��It was Friday the 13th of February, and Y/n and Peter had gone to the library to get in some extra studying before the weekend came around. They were sitting across from each other at an otherwise empty table. Y/n was writing, and Peter was reading through his textbook.

“I heard Merissa is having a Valentine’s Day Party tomorrow,” said Peter.

Y/n nodded, keeping her eyes on the notebook in front of her. “I’m not surprised. It’s most of what she talks about.”

The side of Peter’s mouth pulled up ever so slightly into a small smirk. “Are you going?” he asked.

“If I didn’t, you’d see my body being pulled out of a river on the News in a couple days.”

Peter chuckled. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re not too excited about it?”

“Your deduction skills truly are immaculate,” she said, before releasing a heavy sigh. “Yeah, not to sound like the nerdy girl in a Disney Channel movie, but literally everyone is going with someone. I’m not even exaggerating, I’m best friends with the host, everyone has a date. And being the only single person at a party on Valentine’s Day doesn’t exactly sound like the best time to me.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” said Peter, “I’m not going with anyone either.”

That admission was what it took to make Y/n look up from her writing, eyes wide with shock. “Really?”

Peter nodded.

“But what happened to that brunette with the red headband?”

Peter frowned. “Yeah, I dumped her ‘cause she blamed global warming on gay marriage.”

Y/n’s eyebrows flew up. “Yikes.”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” she said with a sarcastic smile, eyes returning to the paper once more, “at least I won’t be alone in my misery.”

“Well…” Peter trailed off for a bit, “shouldn’t we just go together then?” he asked, and Y/n froze midway through her writing. Was Peter actually asking her out? If he was, she’d probably be jumping out the window within the next minute.

Just to make sure, she slowly looked up and locked eyes with Peter again, who somehow looked like he’d just said something perfectly normal that didn’t change the very nature of their relationships, and raised her eyebrows to ask him to explain further.

Peter understood the silent command, and said, “We’ll have someone to talk to the entire night and no one will be judgy. It would solve all our problems without it having to mean anything.”

Oh. So Peter wasn’t asking her out. He was simply presenting a mutually beneficial deal. Good. Relief washed over her as the weight disappeared from her shoulders, but she could feel something else too, a twist in her stomach. Was it… disappointment? No, there was no way.

Y/n bit her lip, considering the offer Peter had made. He was right that it made sense. They would get all the benefits of going with a date with none of the potential drawbacks. She couldn’t see anything wrong with the idea.

“It is only logical,” she agreed.

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Y/n had just finished getting ready when there was a knock on the front door. She opened it and was met by Peter Pevensie’s handsome figure. It was so incredibly cliche she was ashamed to admit it, but her breath really was taken away when she saw him. He was wearing dark grey dress pants, a white fitted button-up and a nice jacket. It was a simple look, but boy, did it look good on him.

“Wow, you cleaned up nice.” Her words were nice in theory, but the sarcasm and bite in her voice was evident, and she was grateful that her words hadn’t failed her. Stomach twisting into intricate knots, insides fluttering, palms getting clammy — it was a miracle that she hadn’t tripped over her words.

But Peter remained unaffected by her mockery. “You look beautiful,” he said earnestly.

The genuine comment caught her off guard for a moment, before she rolled her eyes and walked past him towards Merissa’s house. “We’re not dating, Peter. We’re just going to a party together. Flirting isn’t required.”

He just chuckled, stepping in to walk next to her. “You know, your inability to take a compliment is really hilarious sometimes.”

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They had barely stepped through the door when Merissa accosted them.

“There you are!” she exclaimed, running up to Y/n and wrapping her arms around her. “I thought you were gonna ditch there for a minute.”

Y/n returned the hug, frowning. “We’re only like 15 minutes late.”

“Yeah but you can’t lie to me,” Merissa pulled away, throwing a pointed stare at her, “you were considering it for a while.”

Y/n gasped, and placed a hand against her chest in fake mockery. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing.” Merissa just rolled her eyes.

“Come on, get in! The fun’s just about to start!” she said before running back to the party.

“We haven't even taken our coats off, calm down!”

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An hour in and Y/n was pleasantly surprised by the evening. Merissa might not know how to get anything over a C on a test, but she did know how to throw a party. Peter had been a sweet surprise, too. Even though they had been friends for a good while, they had never spent time with each other in this way before, but now she knew that Peter Pevensie was really good with dates. Which explained a couple of things, for sure.

She had sneaked off into the kitchen after one of the Valentine’s themed games to pour herself a drink and get some breathing room. The place was empty, and she stood alone, silently sipping her drink, tapping her foot along to the beat of the Taylor Swift song coming from the living room until Merissa came in.

They greeted each other, and when Merissa had poured a drink for herself, she turned back to Y/n.

“So…” she said. “You and Peter, huh?”

Y/n shook her head violently. “No. Not at all.”

Merissa smirked. “Double negative. That’s a yes.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n replied, “You and I both know that’s not how it works. Peter and I just went together because we had no one else to go with. We’re friends, that’s all.”

“I don’t think that’s how he feels about you.”

Y/n frowned. “Pardon?”

Merissa looked to the side, eyes glazed over like they were whenever she got day-dreamy, and a smile stretched across her face. “Man, you should see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking. It’s like you’re his whole world or something. I’m so jealous! I wish someone would look at me like that.”

“Merissa, you have a girlfriend!”

“Well, how am I supposed to know how she looks at me when I’m not looking?”

Y/n rolled her eyes again. “You know what? Let’s get back in there and I’ll let you know.”

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By the time Merissa had gotten so drunk that she’d started shooting people with a nerf gun, claiming to be Cupid, the two of them decided that it was time to head out. Peter had insisted on walking her home, and no matter how much she protested he wouldn't back down. He was a classic gentleman through and through. It was infuriating, but kind of cute in a way.

They had just as much fun walking home from the party as they had during it. Peter was a great conversationalist, and Y/n was just tipsy enough that she had stopped evading every question and compliment with sarcasm.

The conversation drifted away as they arrived at Y/n’s doorstep.

Peter nodded. “So.”

“So…”

“Guess this is good night then,” he said slowly, yet — he did not move.

The tension in between them was thick and palpable. They both let it sit there, simmering, until Y/n opened her mouth and whispered, “This kind of feels like that doorstep moment.” Her voice was so quiet, had Peter not been standing inches away, he probably wouldn’t have heard it.

Peter smiled that perfect smile of his, lopsided and just the right amount of cocky. “What moment would that be?” he whispered back, taking a step closer to her while fixing his gaze on hers, a look in his eyes that she couldn’t describe as anything other than pure infatuation. And before she knew it, he had placed his hands on the back of her head and pulled her into a deep kiss.

Y/n had only let herself think about what it would be like to kiss Peter a handful of times before, but even in her fantasies she hadn’t imagined his lips would be this soft, nor that he would be this gentle, letting her lead the way, to not overstep any boundaries. As she moved her hands to wrap around his neck, he placed his on the small of her back, shifting, getting closer.

When they pulled apart his hands were still on her back, and hers had moved down to rest against his chest. Y/n stared at Peter’s swollen lips and let out a content sigh.

“Something like that.”

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Chapter Twenty-Two: The Hideout

Summary: You get an invitation to see Corroded Coffin at the Hideout, but the night doesn’t exactly go according to plan. (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader/Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, 6.7k words)

Warnings: Underage drinking (don’t do it kids!!!), brief mention of puking, swearing, ANGST

Tags: @blackbirddaredevil23 @princesseddie @dessxoxsworld

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A/N: Happy Halloween! Sorry this isn’t a Halloween chapter, but it does take place on Friday the 13th, so… close enough? Lmao

(PS - did I shamelessly wear my hellfire club tee today? Yes. Yes I did.)

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September 13th, 1985

That Friday, you finally made good on your promise to join Hellfire, and afterwards you told the kids to go ahead and wait in the car while you helped Eddie pack up for the night.

“You didn’t have to do that,” He said, taking the dice out of your hands to put them away. When his fingers brushed yours, you unintentionally drew back in shock, then cleared your throat to pretend you hadn’t.

“Uh, I know. I just figured I’d make myself useful somehow, since I’ve just been loitering around this whole time.”

He laughed at you, shaking his head in amusement.

“You can join in, you know. Maybe one of the freshmen could help you get started. Or, ya know… I always could, too.”

“I appreciate that. But to be honest… I really don’t think I’m smart enough to wrap my head around all of this.”

He scrunched his nose up at you in surprise, tilting his head a little.

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m dead serious. I don’t know how you guys store all of this information in your brains. It’s impressive, honestly. But I really love watching you all play. I’d imagine it’s how people who like sports feel when they watch a game.”

“I wouldn’t know,” He chuckled. “But if that’s what you’d prefer to do, I’m cool with it. Maybe we could use a spectator section. Boost moral.”

“Yeah, they’re gonna need it since you keep coming for their lives.”

“Oh, if you think it’s brutal now, just wait. It’s about to get much worse.”

“Can’t wait,” You said with a devious smirk as you took one of his boxes out of his hands without asking. You knew that if you had, he would have just refused your help again. He smiled gratefully at you as you turned to leave the room, then you walked beside him out to his van where Jeff was waiting for him.

“Hey, man, I’m sorry to ask, but my ride fell through. Would you mind giving me a lift home?”

“Sure, no problem,” He said as he opened up the back doors of his van to put his things in.

“Awesome, thanks,” Jeff replied, then his eyes drifted over to you when Eddie took the other box out of your hands. “Hey, Y/N,” He added with a polite nod.

“Hey, Jeff. Good call tonight, choosing to cast foresight to warn Mordenkainen about the Cult of Vecna.”

He seemed slightly taken aback by this, and Eddie turned to look at you, too, after closing the van doors.

“Oh, thanks. You gonna join in next time?”

Eddie scoffed and crossed his arms, shaking his head at you.

“Nope, she said she’s too dumb to play,” He mocked you.

You smacked his arm playfully in protest.

“I didn’t say that! I just… don’t want to drag you guys down. I wouldn’t know what I’m doing half the time.”

“Maybe Eddie could give you private lessons,” Jeff teased, making your cheeks turn red. Eddie shot him a look.

“Alright, we should probably go,” He said, quickly changing the subject as he tried to back away to the driver’s side of the van. “Are you gonna need a ride to The Hideout tonight, too, Jeff?”

“Most likely. That okay?”

“Why not,” He muttered through clenched teeth, then turned to you. “Guess I’m designated babysitter, too.”

You would have laughed at his attempt at an inside joke with you, but when he brought up The Hideout it shook a memory loose in your head.

“Wait, isn’t that where your band plays?” You asked, eyebrow raised.

“Uh, yeah. That’s right,” He said, stopping his attempted escape and taking a step back towards you. He was once again surprised that you had remembered something he’d mentioned to you.

“Are you in it, too, Jeff?”

“Yep. I play rhythm guitar, Freak plays bass, Gareth is on drums, and Eddie’s on lead guitar and vocals.”

Vocals? He sang, too? Your heart skipped a beat at the thought.

“That’s so cool. I didn’t realize you were all in it. I hope I get to see you guys play sometime.”

“Then you should come tonight,” Jeff offered with a knowing smile, ignoring the glare Eddie was sending his way that was begging him to stop.

“Really? Thanks. I’d love to.”

Eddie turned his head back towards you, his eyes wide with shock that you had agreed so easily.

“You would?” He asked, and Jeff gave him a look like he was an idiot for being surprised.

“Yeah,” You shrugged. “If that’s okay with you.”

“Y-yeah,” He stammered. “Of course. We go on at eleven.”

Shit. You were slightly worried your parents would call the cops on you for having their car out that late, but it was too late to back out now.

“Okay. I think I can make that work.”

Eddie just continued to stare at you in surprise, and Jeff was looking between the two of you with an amused smile on his face. Then the three of you jumped when you heard a car horn from across the parking lot. You looked over to see Dustin leaning into the driver’s seat of your car, his hand laying on your horn. You rolled your eyes and turned back to give Eddie and Jeff an apologetic look.

“Sorry, guys. I guess that’s my cue. A babysitter’s job is never done, right Eddie?”

He nodded, his lips spread into a wide smirk. Jeff scoffed.

“You know I’m only two years younger than you, right?” He protested.

Eddie reached out to pinch his cheek mockingly, and Jeff swatted his hand away with a scornful glare. Eddie just giggled at himself like a little kid.

“Alright, I’m getting in the car,” Jeff muttered as he walked past you to the passenger side of the van. “See you tonight, Y/N?”

“Yeah, see you later!” You agreed, then he got in and shut the door, leaving you and Eddie alone again.

“You sure you don’t mind me coming tonight?” You asked him.

“Not at all. But I am surprised you want to, to be honest. I think I vaguely remember asking you to come a few years back, and you didn’t seem very into it. If I’m recalling that correctly.”

His tone was light, but you could tell there was genuine confusion behind it.

“That’s not true! I wanted to go, I was just terrified. Still am, if I’m being honest.”

“Terrified? Of what?”

“It’d be quicker if I told you what I wasn’t afraid of,” You snorted.

“Okay, well… whatever it is… I promise I’ll look out for you. Deal?”

You smiled at him, even though you knew the biggest thing you were scared of was making yourself look like an idiot in front of him, and that was something he couldn’t save you from.

Dustin honked your horn impatiently again, this time leaning on it for a solid thirty seconds, refusing to let up even when you waved your arms at him to stop.

“Alright! Jesus, I’m coming!” You yelled when the noise finally ceased, then started making your way to your car. Eddie chuckled at you.

“So, I’ll see you tonight? At eleven?” He called after you.

“I’ll see you then!” You spun around to call back, then skipped off excitedly to your car. You couldn’t help yourself.

It required a little bit of encouraging self-talk to get yourself to commit to actually going later that night, but after changing your outfit multiple times, doing your best to sneak out of your house without alerting your parents, and sitting in the parking lot of The Hideout for twenty minutes, you finally made it. When you walked in, you only had to stand in the doorway for a few awkward moments before Eddie met your eye-line from the small stage across the room. As soon as he recognized you, a wide grin appeared on his face and he paused setting up to hop down and make his way over to you. He stopped a few feet away from you, his arms outstretched as he looked you up and down. Then he crossed them over his chest and took a few bashful steps closer to you.

“Holy shit. Are you actually here or am I hallucinating?”

“I told you I’d be here, didn’t I?” You giggled.

“Yeah, but… I’ve heard that before,” He muttered with a smirk. You scoffed indignantly in response.

“Hey! That was one time!”

“Yeah, yeah. Alright. I’m sorry. I’m just glad you’re here.”

“Me too. I can’t wait to see you guys play.”

“Well, forewarning… we’re not the best.”

“I seriously doubt that. But if we’re really being honest here, I should tell you that I’m not the biggest fan of heavy metal music, so I probably won’t be able to tell either way.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and pretended to stab himself in the heart, then started to fall backwards before you grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him back up.

“I’m sorry!” You squealed. “Please don’t hate me.”

“Hate you? Never. Just heartbroken.”

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to convert me, then.”

His lips turned up in a devious smile when you said this.

“I’ll take that challenge. It’s probably not gonna happen here tonight, but I already know which records I wanna play for you.”

Your heart fluttered. You wondered if he actually meant it, or if he was just being nice. Either way, you really liked the sound of it.

“Yo, Eddie! Sound check!” Jeff called from the stage, and you waved politely back at him as Eddie tried to brush him off.

“Better go,” You said with a laugh. “I don’t wanna get you in trouble.”

“Yeah, alright,” He agreed reluctantly, beginning to back away from you. “Make yourself comfortable. The owner is cool, and he pretty much only pays us in free booze, so feel free to get yourself something to drink while you wait. Just put it on my tab.”

You almost declined his offer, but you were so nervous that a beer was actually sounding pretty good to you.

“Thanks. I’ll be over at the bar, then. Break a leg.”

He gave you a shy smile and an awkward salute before sauntering back to the stage. You got your beer and chose a table near the back so you could disappear. You hoped Eddie wouldn’t mind.

When they started playing, there weren’t many people paying attention. Just a few drunks at the bar bobbing their heads and a small group of people around your age hanging out at a table close to the stage.

Whether you liked heavy metal or not, you couldn’t deny that they were great. You knew that he was just being modest when he kept trying to convince you that they weren’t any good, but you didn’t expect them to be this good. Especially Eddie. You could tell how passionate he was about playing music, and the raspy tone in his voice as he sang was incredibly compelling. You rested your head in your hand and watched, absentmindedly drinking your beer. You weren’t even listening to the music anymore, just following Eddie as he moved around the stage. The way he bit his lip and poked his tongue out as he concentrated on playing the right chords. His arm muscles tightening as he played. The way his hair moved. The complete and utter joy on his face, same as when he was playing D&D with his friends. It was all incredibly attractive.

You were so busy focusing on him that you hadn’t realized how fast you chugged your beer until you felt the buzz behind your eyes.

Shit. You were already tipsy. And it only took one drink.

After they were done playing their set, you watched as Eddie spoke to his bandmates, debating whether you should wait for him to find you or go up to him yourself. Thankfully he met your eyes again from across the room so you didn’t have to decide, and held up a finger to tell you to stay put. Then he hopped off the stage towards the bar before making his way over to you with two more beers in his hand. He threw himself down in the seat across from you and slid one of them towards you. You knew you shouldn’t start another one since you had already been adequately affected by the first one, but you appreciated the gesture and didn’t want to be rude. You thanked him with a shy smile and he nodded back at you, then you stared down at the tabletop before he leaned closer to you to try to capture your attention again.

“So… what did you think? Have you been converted yet?” He joked.

“Pretty close, I’d say. You guys were really good. Seriously. You’re so talented.”

“Aw, shucks. You’re too kind.”

He smirked and sat back in his chair again, pausing your conversation to lift the collar of his tee shirt up to his forehead and wipe the beads of sweat left over from his performance away. You tried not to stare at the small bit of his torso that appeared when he did it, or to focus too hard on the fact that his dewy skin was glistening kind of sort of beautifully in the dim lights of the bar. When he lowered his shirt again, you blinked and took a quick swig of your drink, doing your best to pretend like nothing had happened. You nearly choked but played it off like you were just clearing your throat before you spoke up again.

“How do you do even do that?” You croaked as you failed to hold back one more cough. If he noticed, he didn’t give you any indication he had. He just raised an eyebrow at you in confusion.

“Do what? Play guitar? Well, step one was having no friends as a kid, and step two was doing nothing else besides practicing it for, like… ten years straight.”

“No,” you giggled. “Not the guitar playing. Although, that is extremely impressive in and of itself. But, no, I meant… performing in front of people. Where do get the confidence to do that?”

“Shit, I don’t know. Where do you get the confidence to show your art?”

“That’s…not the same thing,” You scoffed.

“Isn’t it?”

“No. I do all of the hard work in private.”

“Yeah, but… sharing it with people sure takes a hell of a lot of courage,” He mumbled, raising his eyebrows at you as he took a sip of his beer.

You tilted your head at him impatiently.

“You’re deflecting.”

“I’m not,” He chuckled. “I swear. Look, I honestly don’t know how I do it. It took a lot of work to get over how initially terrifying it was, I guess. I wasn’t always this totally badass heavy metal rockstar, you know.”

“Oh really? I assumed you came straight out of the womb like that. The hair, the tattoos and all. Guitar in hand.”

“I wish. But nope. It was a long and painfully awkward road to get here, unfortunately.”

You rested your chin on top of your clasped hands, preparing for a story.

“Do tell,” You said, fluttering your eyelids at him, and he grinned at your interest.

“Well… I was a scared shitless little kid who got bullied constantly, and then I met Jeff and he liked all of the same weird stuff as me. And after that we met Gareth and Freak and decided we all wanted to be professional rockstars at the ripe old age of… twelve. So we started Corroded Coffin. The first time we played in public was actually for the Hawkins Middle School talent show, and we were… awful. Terrible. I’d only been playing for, like, a year and we made absolute asses of ourselves.”

You pictured a little version of Eddie trying to play to a crowd for the first time, and it was hopelessly cute.

“Ouch,” You giggled. “How’d you guys bounce back from that?”

“I don’t know. For some reason we just stuck with it. Spent all of our time in Gareth’s garage practicing until we got better, and then one day we just decided to go for it for real. We harassed the owner until he let us play for him, and then he liked us enough to let us perform here. That’s pretty much it, I guess. More or less. Honestly, I think we just had too much fun together to quit.”

“That’s really nice. I’m sorry you had a rough start, but I’m glad you found the things you love so young. And your people.”

He tried to hide a shy smile by pausing to drink, but you still caught it.

“Yeah. Well, what about you?” He asked, deflecting again. “Art’s your thing. Have you found your people?”

You really didn’t think art was your thing anymore considering you hadn’t actually made anything since before graduation. Maybe getting caught up in world-ending events was your thing now. That seemed more appropriate considering recent circumstances. But you brushed over these thoughts to answer his question.

“I… think so. Kind of? We didn’t really find each other, we were more… thrust together, I guess? It’s not really the same. I love them, I would do anything for them, but we didn’t exactly choose each other, you know? We don’t actually have too much in common.”

“Oh, you don’t have a lot in common with a bunch of fourteen-year-old boys? Never would have expected that,” He replied sarcastically with a smirk.

“Actually, sadly enough, they’re the ones I have the most in common with. It’s the friends my age I have trouble understanding sometimes.”

“How come?”

Because Nancy would’ve rather spent time with Jonathan or working on the school paper, Robin was so smart and her thoughts moved so quickly that most of the time it exhausted you trying to keep up with her, and Steve couldn’t seem to make up his mind about whether he wanted to be your friend or…more than that?

“I don’t know. Maybe I just haven’t fully grown up yet,” You said instead. That was also true. He snorted at you.

“You are preaching to the choir, here. Look at me, I’m almost twenty and still in high school. I spend half of my Friday nights playing D&D with a bunch of freshmen. Clearly, I haven’t done a lot of growing up.”

“That’s not true. But believe me, I get the appeal of D&D. Really, I do. Up until recently, I spent most of my time daydreaming about a world that was pretty much exactly like some of the storylines in your campaign, actually. Full of fantasy, full of adventure, and quests, and… fighting monsters.”

You trailed off after this and took a long drink, hoping to god that he didn’t realize the hesitation in your voice and ask you to elaborate further. You had also conveniently left out the fact that you daydreamed a lot about romance all throughout high school. Specifically with him.

“And now?” He asked, tilting his head curiously. You set the bottle back down on the table and began peeling at the label anxiously as you thought up an answer.

“And now… be careful what you wish for, I guess,” You mumbled with a sad chuckle. You weren’t sure what else to say. It was a heavy question. A lot had changed since the last time you had spent any time daydreaming in your room. Life had become much crazier than anything you could have ever dreamt up.

You didn’t know what you wanted your ideal life to be anymore, other than the fact that you were pretty certain you still wanted Eddie to be part of it. Clearly, there were some things you were still trying to work out.

You also really didn’t know why you felt the need to even share any of that about yourself. There was just something about him that made you want to spill your guts out. You hated it and loved it at the same time. The alcohol certainly wasn’t helping you either.

He squinted at you, trying to figure out what you really meant before someone called out to him from across the bar. He turned to see for a moment before looking back at you apologetically, and you waved a hand at him.

“It’s okay. Go. I’m gonna wait here.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. No worries. Your fan club needs you,” You teased.

“Ha ha. Right. Just… hold that thought. I’ll be right back, I promise.”

He got up and walked away and you let your cheek fall hard against your hand as you took another very long drink of your beer. You couldn’t help watching him from across the room, and you noticed one of the people he was speaking to getting particularly cozy with him. She put a hand on his shoulder, throwing her head back in laughter at something he had said. As soon as her face came into focus, you realized who it was. It was Jo. Pretty, nice, perfect Jo. Of course she would be there. With all the excitement about seeing Eddie again and finally being able to hang out alone with him, you’d forgotten all about her. And now there she was, wrapping her arm around him. A cruel reminder that you weren’t, in fact, in your dream world, and that there was a very real possibility that Eddie already belonged to somebody else.

You suddenly felt like you were an intruder in his world. Like you weren’t meant to be there that night. What were you doing? This wasn’t you. You didn’t go to metal concerts at shitty dive bars and get drunk. You’d never even stayed out past eleven before.

You weren’t really sure what this was anymore, or what you were doing. You had spent all of high school dreaming about being with Eddie, just getting the chance to spend any time with him at all, and now it was actually happening. And it just felt… strange. Your fantasizing was always misleading you. All of that time building it up in your head had ruined it. He wasn’t just a daydream anymore, he was a real person. And he was across the room with another girl. It felt like you just didn’t fit.

You finished your beer quickly and got up to get a couple more. You waited for a little while longer, watching as Jo continued to touch him flirtatiously before the jealousy finally got the best of you and you escaped the bar to sit outside.

You leaned against the brick wall and looked up at the clear night sky. It was another pretty night. It made you think about Steve again. It made you miss your friends. It made you feel really fucking lonely. Maybe you didn’t have much in common with them, but they had always been there for you without fail. Until, of course, you had to go and mess things up with Steve. You wished you could take that night back more than anything. Now everything was ruined. You weren’t sure how long you were left alone with your rambling thoughts before Eddie joined you.

“Hey, what are you doing out here by yourself?”

He took off his leather jacket and placed it over your shoulders. You didn’t answer him or bother turning away from the sky.

“I’m… sorry I took so long,” He offered, probably picking up on your distress. “I tried to get away, but those assholes like to talk."

You saw him tilt his head to try to get a better look at your face out of the corner of your eye.

“You…okay?” He asked tentatively.

“You’re so good. You know that right?” You responded, completely ignoring his question. He squinted at you quizzically.

“I… thanks? Are you… drunk? How much have you had to drink?”

You held up four fingers and he couldn’t resist laughing at you a little bit.

“Wow. Somebody’s a lightweight. That’s actually really impressive.”

“Yep. I am. You know why? Because I don’t do this. I don’t drink, I don’t go to bars to watch metal bands. I’m not like you, Eddie. We’re so different. I’m not brave, or confident. I’m soooo… hopeless. You deserve somebody good like you. Somebody that knows exactly what they want and isn’t a ticking time bomb.”

“What are you talking about? Hey, look at me for a second.”

He turned his body towards you, inching so closely to you that his knees were touching yours. You lowered your head to look at him like he had asked, blinking as your eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden movement of your head. It felt like your brain was lagging. You felt dizzy, and not just because Eddie was sitting so closely to you.

“You are absolutely insane if you think that I’m somehow better than you. You need to know how completely fascinating I think you are. You’re, like, the coolest girl I’ve ever met. You’re the brave one.”

“Bullshit.”

“No, not bullshit.”

“Yes, bullshit.”

“Well… I think you’re wrong.”

You let out a weary string of laughs and he stared at you with his brows furrowed.

“What’s so funny?”

“If you even knew the half of it… I don’t think you’d think I’m very brave. You probably wouldn’t even like me at all.”

You laughed again, but his shoulders slumped with worry.

“Y/N… what’s going on? What happened to you this summer? What monsters have you been fighting?”

You weren’t sure if it was a combination of remembering the events of the summer and him interrogating you or just your four beers finally getting to you, but before you could even think about a response to his questions, you leaned away from him and promptly vomited onto the sidewalk.

“Whoa, whoa, shit. Are you okay?” He asked, not even wasting a second before he was holding your hair back for you. After the nausea passed, you straightened yourself and wiped your mouth before turning to look up at him.

“Can you please pretend that didn’t just happen?” You groaned.

He just gave you a pitying look that made your stomach churn again, and put a comforting hand on your back to hold you steady.

“Seriously, are you alright?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m just a lightweight, like you said. My pride, however… may never recover. I should probably call it a night.”

“Okay, let me take you home.”

This was sweet, but the thought of getting in a car with him made you feel green again. Partly because you would be trapped in a small space with him and forced to talk, and partly because you knew how recklessly he drove.

“It’s okay. I don’t want you to abandon your friends. Plus, you’ve been drinking, too. I’ll just call somebody to come get me.”

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Y/N… it’s really fine…”

“Eddie,” You interrupted him more harshly than you intended. “Seriously. I’m just going to call someone.”

You were just exhausted, pissed at yourself for looking like an idiot, and still slightly upset about Jo flirting with him. But you could tell by the wounded look on Eddie’s face that he had taken your chilly tone to heart.

“Okay. If that’s what you want. Can I at least give you change for the payphone?”

You nodded and thanked him, then let him walk with you to the phone. He leaned up against the wall nearby with his arms crossed, trying his best to give you some distance and privacy.

It was well past midnight at that point, and you honestly weren’t sure who to call. Your parents certainly weren’t an option, Joyce had enough to deal with already, Nancy didn’t have her own phone line so her parents would have most likely picked up, and Robin didn’t even have a driver’s license. That really only left you with one option.

You dialed the number to Steve’s house, praying that his parents had left him home alone for another one of their weekend getaways. It took a while before anyone answered, but you breathed a sigh of relief when someone finally did and it was Steve’s impatient voice on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Steve? This is… Y/N.”

Eddie turned his head when he heard you say Steve’s name.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you okay? It’s almost one in the morning.”

“I’m okay. I just… look, I’m really sorry to ask, but would you be able to pick me up at The Hideout?”

There was a brief pause. You snuck a peek at Eddie, who was still at attention.

“I’ll be there in ten,” Steve replied without any follow-up questions, then hung up before you could even say thank you. You placed the phone back on the hook and Eddie took a hesitant step towards you.

“Is he coming?”

You nodded, and he seemed disappointed by this.

“Can I wait with you until he gets here?”

“Of course. Thank you.”

You sat on the sidewalk together again in silence for what felt like forever. You tried to give his jacket back to him but he put up his hands to stop you.

“Keep it. You can bring it back to me when you pick up the boys next week.”

“Thanks,” You smiled meekly. The nights were finally beginning to get a crisp, autumnal bite to them, and you were grateful for the extra warmth. Plus, it smelled like him.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked.

“A little.”

“Good. That’s… good,” He said awkwardly, rubbing his palms over his pant legs nervously.

You wanted to say something to reassure him that the disaster the night had turned into wasn’t his fault, that you were just a wreck around him, but the words caught in your throat. Then he spoke up again before you could.

“Can I say something really quick before you go? You don’t even have to listen, but I think it has to be said.”

You nodded reluctantly, and he sucked in a breath.

“Look, I have no idea what’s been going on with you this past year and you don’t ever need to tell me. And I don’t wanna assume anything or project my own shit, so feel free to tell me to fuck off at any time, but whatever it is or was… I can tell it’s taken you a lot of strength to get through it. And I really don’t know why you don’t see that because it’s been very obvious to me, even from a distance. Maybe it’s just gonna take you some more time to figure things out. To get used to living with it, whatever it is. And you will, I know you will. I think you’re closer than you think you are. And maybe it feels like it right now, but it’s not going to hurt you forever. Because you are strong, and you are brave, and you’re never going to be able to convince me otherwise. You’re never going to be able to… make me not like you. Whatever happens. I think that after all this time, you should at least know that’s true.”

The longer he spoke, the quicker your breathing became as you fought to hold back tears. Even from the outside, even without knowing a single thing about the Upside Down or what you’d been through, it was like he could still see you. You’d never felt so understood in your entire life. It shocked the shit out of you, but now you realized that for once your gut instincts hadn’t mislead you. There was a reason why you were so drawn to Eddie all of these years. And the way he was looking at you… it was beginning to make your stomach churn for very different reasons. You stared at him, speechless, and he opened his mouth to speak again.

“I also just want to say… I’m really sorry…”

Before he could finish, a pair of headlights diverted your attention. When Steve parked and got out of the car, slamming his door behind him, you and Eddie stood up in unison.

“You ready to go?” He called out to you.

You turned to Eddie.

“Thank you, for saying all of that. I’m really sorry about tonight. I’ll see you next Friday, okay?”

He nodded and smiled as you walked away and Steve opened and closed the car door for you.

“Hey, man. Thanks for coming to get her. I’m sorry about this.” You heard Eddie say to Steve through the open window on the driver’s side of the car.

Steve walked over to him and tried to speak quietly enough that you couldn’t hear, but you did.

“I don’t know what you did to her or why she needed me to come get her, but if you hurt her in any way, I swear to god, man, you better watch your back.”

You could tell Eddie was taken aback by this and wanted to defend himself, but all he did was cross his arms and say, “Understood.”

Steve backed away and got into the car, still glaring at Eddie. You stared at him in shock. Eddie just stood frozen as you drove away.

“Steve? What the fuck was that?”

“What?” He spat, his eyes still on the road.

“Was threatening him really necessary?!”

“I don’t know, you tell me. What did that asshole do to you?”

“Do to me? Steve, he didn’t do anything! I just drank too much and got sick. I was embarrassed!”

“You what?” He stared at you, completely surprised by this. “This is so not like you, Y/N,” He muttered. “What is going on with you?”

You glared at him, mouth gaping open.

“Oh my god. Now you care about what’s going on with me. Wow, thanks for that.”

“What are you talking about?! You’re the one who completely shut me out and then called me in the middle of the night to come pick you up!”

You knew he was right, but you couldn’t stand to admit it. You were too nauseous and exhausted to fight. You squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the bridge of your nose in an attempt to stop yourself from exploding, but you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, you know what, fuck this. Pull over,” You demanded.

“Excuse me?”

“PULL OVER,” You bellowed, loud enough that it made Steve jump.

“Jesus, alright!” He yelled back.

The car barely stopped before you opened the door and got out, slamming it behind you.

“Hey!” Steve called after you as you stomped down the road. “What the hell are you doing?!”

He got out and chased after you, putting a hand on your shoulder to stop you. You spun around and smacked it away.

“I’m sorry, Steve!” You began to scream, and he immediately drew back in shock. “I’m so sorry that I was so fucking humiliated by the fact that I nearly vomited on Eddie Munson’s shoes that I would have rather sat in a car with my friend that I made out with and haven’t spoken to since because I was absolutely mortified. The choices weren’t great, but I did my absolute best with what I had, and maybe it wasn’t the correct one but fuck me if I wasn’t gonna sit there and make myself look like an asshole for one more minute. Because he wasn’t the one who ruined the night, Steve. He didn’t do anything. He was perfect. I was a fucking mess, and my brain ruined everything the way it always does. The way it ruined our friendship, and blew up all of my plans, and possessed me to get drunk tonight, and keeps telling me to push Eddie as far away as possible. You wanna know what’s going on with me, Steve? Well, so do I! Because I certainly didn’t plan for any of this! So, I hope you’ll forgive me for losing my fucking mind, because clearly I’m not equipped to deal with any of it. We did just watch somebody die by mind flayer this summer, after all. Or have you forgotten already? Because I definitely haven’t! And the best part about it is, I can’t tell anybody about it, especially Eddie. So, yeah. Fuck me I guess. I’ll just slowly rot from the inside out trying to hold all of this in. No problem. I’m cool.”

You finally stopped your rant, panting, as Steve stared back at you in stunned silence. Then you abruptly plopped yourself into the grass and curled up your legs, hiding your head in your arms. After a minute or so, you heard the crunch of Steve’s sneakers coming toward you, and felt him sit down beside you. He didn’t say anything. He just waited. You turned your head away from him, still resting it on top of your knees, and began to cry quietly.

“How do you even know this isn’t who I am, Steve?” You sniffled. “How could you know? I don’t even know anymore. I thought that figuring out all this shit about Hawkins and the Upside Down would put things into perspective, you know? Give me some kind of bullshit purpose. Make everything else seem smaller. But then Billy died and what happened between us happened and now everything is…too much. Too loud. And I’m so…I’m so lost. What am I supposed to do with the rest of my life now? How am I supposed to just go on pretending like none of it happened? How do you do it? I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind.”

You continued to cry quietly, and eventually felt Steve put a hand on your shoulder. Then he stood up, and you looked up at him through your tears to see him holding out his hand. You just stared up at him, confused.

“Come on. Just let me take you home.”

You thought about walking the rest of the way instead, but after realizing you definitely weren’t in a good state of mind to do that, you reluctantly took his hand and let him pull you off of the ground. You watched him as he opened the passenger-side door and waited for you to get in, then walked over slowly and got in, eyeing him suspiciously the whole time.

You didn’t speak the entire way to your house. It wasn’t until you began unbuckling your seatbelt to get out of his car that he felt compelled to turn and talk to you.

“Y/N, you’re not the only one freaking out, okay? I need you to know that. We’ve just all gotten really good at hiding it.”

You stared back at him for a moment, trying and failing to read him, then shook your head wearily.

“And that’s exactly the problem,” You said with a definitive shrug as you reached for the door handle. “Good night, Steve. Thanks for the ride.”

You were so sick of pushing everything down. You tried to do it, but obviously it wasn’t something you could handle anymore. That was very clear from your humiliating outburst, which Steve had barely even bothered to react to.

How did he keep everything so tightly wound inside himself? He was so completely shut down that it stressed you out to be anywhere near him. It was actually kind of terrifying.

Maybe it was your fault. Maybe what happened between the two of you had permanently put an end to the closeness you once shared. But you couldn’t take any of it back, so there was nothing else you could do or say. Maybe the only thing to do now was move on.

You walked to your front door and shut it quickly behind you, this time stopping yourself from acting on the urge to turn around and watch Steve as he drove away.

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