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NHTK - Chapter Three

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pairing: brother's best friend! Eddie Munson x fem! Reader, reader is Reefer Rick’s little sister.

summary: when I said the chapter was coming this Wednesday, I really meant whenever I want because I have zero self-control. Surprise!

Also, look out, there will be a poll posted and it's super important for their fate.

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w/c: 3.7k

warnings: smut - fingering, oral (Eddie and reader receiving), little hint of a praise kink, brief use of (y/n).

Your house is silent, the volume of your mother’s television low behind her bedroom door. Rick has long since left, his car missing from your driveway.

Slowly, you tiptoe inside and pull Eddie behind you like a teenager sneaking a random boy in. As if Eddie hadn’t been inside your house a million times before.

You slide the deadbolt into the door and turn to him with a wide grin, making his heart pulse with nervous energy.

His thoughts race with uncertainty. Insecurity and god, what is he doing in his best friend’s house, holding hands with his sister?

What if you didn’t regret it now but you did later?

Because you’re bound to.

He’s adamant you are.

But the soft plush of your lips dissipates his thoughts, self-doubt replaced with a need he can no longer ignore. 

You both kick off your muddy shoes, their soles landing with a soft thud against the tiled floor.

His smile grows under your kiss as you lead him through the house and to the bathroom, legs moving backward as you tug at his shirt.

Your back hits the wood of the door louder than expected, and he breaks apart from you, stilling to listen for any movement. The stern line of concentration etched into his face makes you giggle, enjoying his nervousness and how wide his brown eyes have gone. You pull him through the door, quickly closing it behind you.

“Scared, Munson?” Your voice is teasing as you push him against the wooden frame and reach for the lock beside him. Twisting it until it latched.

Less than shy.

A little needy.

Challenging gaze trained on his as you push his leather jacket to the ground, grinning as it lands with a thud.

It’s like a game, each of you teasing and feeling like you are about to explode.

He shakes his head in response, crooked grin broad as he dips his head closer to yours. Enjoying the way you leaned towards him instinctively, already anticipating the moment his lips would be on yours.

“What was it you said last night?” His voice is gruff, eyebrow jutting as he waits for your response.

You watch Eddie trace his fingers up your arm, their warmth felt beneath your shirt. His pace is agonizingly slow as he creates a trail to your face and rubs an affectionate thumb against your cheek.

Your mind is swimming, eyes trained on his lips just inches from yours. Loud need surpassing any form of a coherent thought, and he enjoys how you are affected.

How you are a little dumb from just one kiss, from the press of his body against yours.

“Come on pretty girl, I know you remember,” his lips graze against your cheek settling on the skin between your ear and neck.

He presses a kiss against the sensitive flesh, smiling as he feels your shudder.

“I said,” you swallow and close your eyes as he begins to suck at your skin. The sensation driving you a little mad.

“Go on,” he instructs, breath warm against your ear.

“Nobody has to know,” your fingers tangle into his curls holding him against you. He hums against your skin, tongue darting against the spot he just sucked.

“If you don’t want them to,” you finish, relishing the way his teeth graze against your flesh—the way his warm breath makes goose flesh sprout along your arms.

“Is that what you want?” He questions, heart hammering against his ribcage. The same self-doubt sprouts. A little mocking.

“I just want you.” He pulls away to look at you, brown eyes boring into your own. Measuring your sincerity and not finding a hint of doubt. 

He swallows hard and presses a kiss to your lips, sucking your lower lip between his. The sensation makes your toes curl and your hands tangle in his shirt.

It feels like there’s electricity in the air, the hair on your arms standing on end as it buzzes around you.

The surface of his tongue drags against your lip, and you slide your own against his, matching his pace. He savors the way you taste, swallowing your breathy moans as he leads you further into the room until your ass is pressed into the edge of the sink.

Eddie kisses the edge of your mouth, your jaw, your neck and lifts you to sit on the counter. Your small yelp makes him smile against your skin as he pushes your collar aside and unbuttons your shirt.

“Is this okay?” He asks, voice soft. Hands quickening as you nod in response. The fabric drops from your shoulders and into the sink, your breasts only concealed by the thin lace of your bra.

His cheeks blossom red as he admires you, eyes trained on the bud of your nipples pressing against your bra, and swallows hard.

“You’re so beautiful,” his gaze meets yours. 

Eddie’s voice sounds strained, as though he is struggling somehow, and you begin to push at the soft cotton of his black t-shirt. Running your hands along the patch of hair that leads into his jeans up to his chest. Pushing his shirt up with your ascent and over his head, your teeth sinking into your lips as he stands before you. A new intimacy to the exposed skin you’d seen before.

It’s your turn to make him shudder, to make goosebumps sprout as you drag your fingertips down his abdomen and to his handcuff belt buckle.

Eddie’s eyes darken as you unfasten it and toss it aside, his fingertips tracing lines up your arms. Leaving behind a trail of electricity where they touch.

He lowers his head, breath warm against your skin as he places kisses on your shoulder, peppering them up to your jaw.

He pulls at the straps of your bra and reaches behind you for the clasp, unhooking it. Your bare breasts pressed to his chest, heat rising to deepen the color of your skin.

Eddie’s mouth is back on yours in an instant, kisses frenzied.

Need overpowering any thought as he makes work of the button of your jeans while you make work of his with clumsy hands.

“Take these off,” you push at his chest and jump from the counter to remove yours until you’re in just your panties. Bare chest heaving with excitement.

His breath hitches at the sight of you, his hard arousal less restrained against the material of his boxers.

You kiss him again, slower. Deeper. Teeth grazing his lower lip as you stroke him over the thin material of his boxers. Smiling as he shudders against your lips, you pull the rest of the material down.

Eddie’s hands dig into your skin as his hard cock springs free against your stomach, the girth of it making your eyes snap wide open from the touch alone. Your cunt clenches as you imagine the stretch he will be, and you need him inside you.

He pushes your panties down until they fall to your ankles and walks you backward towards your shower, the cold of the glass door making you gasp as it touches your naked flesh.

Briefly, the two of you pull apart.

Eddie’s pupils are blown, darkened by a different kind of hunger. Your breathing becomes difficult under his fixed gaze.

You begin to stroke his hard dick, rubbing your thumb against his tip, mouth-watering to have him pressed into your cheek as precum leaks down your fingertips.

Eddie swears he’s died and gone to heaven as he watches you get down on your knees in front of him, your tongue dragging across the underside of his shaft.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes, bucking when you wrap your lips around his tip. Cheeks hollowed out as you tease him inch by inch until he’s pressed against the back of your mouth. It feels like you’re swallowing his dick the way you pull him into your throat, gagging as you look up at him. Slobber collecting around his cock and dripping down his balls.

His hands fists in your hair, watching you bob up and down his cock, dragging your hand over his shaft as you do.

Eddie whispers your name, and it only makes you more needy for his cum, wanting to taste his warm load against your tongue.

“Baby, baby,” his grip on your hair tightens, and you still, eyes looking up at him with your mouth still wrapped around his cock.

“I’m going to finish before we even get started if you keep doing that,” his voice is a little strained as you pull back, releasing his tip with a small pop.

“That’s okay,” you whisper as you continue to stroke him.

He shakes his head and stills your hand, fingers wrapping around your wrist.

“Not yet,” he lifts you and kisses your swollen lips as he reaches a hand inside the shower to turn the hot water on, billows of steam quickly fill the room.

A small chuckle escapes you as Eddie hoists you up, fingers gripping your ass. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, hands twined around his shoulders as he carries you into the warm water.

Your fingers slip into the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him against you until his chest presses against yours.

Your mouths are frenetic, all teeth and tongue. An animalistic need that comes over you.

His fingers grip you tighter as you grind your wet arousal against his shaft. The tip of his cock teasing your tight entrance.

Eddie pulls away and groans into your neck. Teeth scrape against the sensitive flesh, and you turn your head to expose more of the skin to him.

His tongue slides against your pulse, feeling the way your heartbeat thrus wildly underneath it.

You tangle your fingers into his curls, bucking against him, sliding your slick folds against his length, enjoying the way his hands clutch your hips tighter. Trying to hold onto the last of his restraint.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispers, and you still.

“There’s always next time,” you promise with a kiss, and Eddie can’t believe there will be a next time.

His lips lock with yours as he unwraps your legs from his waist, setting your shaky legs underneath you.

Agonizingly slow, his mouth trails down your chest. Tongue swirling around your budded nipple. Pulling it into his mouth with a gentle suck.

Your head falls against the tiled wall, nails scraping at his back as he shows your other breast the same attention. Kneading the other with his free hand.

His kisses trail down your sternum, tongue grazing against your abdomen. As he nears your mound, he lifts your leg and hooks your knee over his shoulder.

Steam rolls around you and against the glass panes, separating the two of you from the rest of the world. Water trickles down Eddie’s back, soaking into his hair as his tongue leaves an agonizing trail up your thigh until he reaches your center.

You gasp at the first swipe of his tongue, bucking as he parts your sensitive flesh.

He takes his time, lapping at your already dripping arousal. Humming as he tastes you.

“Sweetheart,” he groans, returning to your thigh to press kisses into your skin. You tilt your head back against the wall, his affected voice playing in your head on a loop.

“I knew you’d be this sweet,” his voice is gruff, vibrating against your inner thigh as he sucks and bruises your skin before returning to your aching cunt.

His tongue darts in and out of your sopping pussy, enjoying the way your quiet moans reverberate off the walls.

The way you bite your lower lip to keep yourself from moaning louder.

He begins to rub gentle circles against your bundle of nerves, and it feels like your mind becomes void of thought, ears whirring with the sound of your beating heart.

You wrap your fingers in Eddie’s hair to keep you grounded, almost losing balance as he pulls your clit into his mouth with a gentle suck.

He teases your slick folds with his finger, prodding your entrance. Slowly inching inside of you until your walls are wrapped around him.

Eddie’s finger curls inside of you, pressing against your spongy center. A spot you were never able to reach on your own.

It has you seeing stars, moans growing louder, and you cover your mouth to muffle the noise.

He groans, about to cum at the sight of your pleasure with you wrapped around his finger. Slowly, he adds another digit, stretching you until he’s knuckle-deep. Your juices drip down his hand as he quickens his pace.

The lude squelching of your pussy makes his eyes roll, his tongue darting quicker over your sensitive clit.

Your grasp on his hair tightens as you begin to ride his face, chasing the release you need.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, and glance down at him.

Eddie Munson is on his knees in front of you, dark brown eyes watching you as you grind your pussy against his face. His curled fingers darting in and out of your cunt, mouth sucking your clit. Freehand keeping you spread apart for him.

You grip his hair, pulling at his curls as you begin to come undone. Eyes slammed shut, the pleasure deepening until it feels like your entire body is a live wire thrumming, unfurling at your center.

You moan his name over and over, the only word you know how to say. No longer able to form a coherent thought as your pussy pulses with the strength of your orgasm, and Eddie doesn’t move. Lapping at your release, relishing the way you taste as you coat his tongue.

He removes his fingers from you steadily, pressing kisses gingerly to your inner thigh, your abdomen, and up to your breasts until he is standing over you.

Eddie peppers kisses along your neck and up your cheek until his lips are pressed against yours.

You hum as you taste your release on his tongue, dragging your nails up his abdomen and to his chest. Enjoying the way his muscles tense under your touch.

“Eddie,” you whisper his name between kisses, eyes still closed as his mouth works against yours, but your lungs are desperate for oxygen. Burning for a reprieve.

You pull away slightly and peek up at him through your lashes. Lungs constricting for a different reason. Obsidian eyes framed by long lashes look back at you with an intensity that makes you swallow harshly. Eyebrow pointed up as he waits for you to continue, to tell him what you’d planned on saying.

His dark, wet curls frame his face as they cling to him, porcelain skin blossoming a rosy pink from the temperature of the water, and holy, Eddie Munson was beautiful.

The kind that makes your heart stutter, stop, and start again.

The kind that could have you dedicate paragraphs and soliloquies to describe the intensity of his gaze, the effect of his crooked smile.

The kind that has you staring at his lips, a little dazed, and you could try to blame it on the world-altering orgasm. Could probably blame it as a side effect of the billowing steam around you—a little suffocating in its intensity.

“Yes, sweetheart?” His gruff voice breaks through the silence, your train of thought, nose rubbing against yours, and you croon. Needy hands push at his chest and spin him around until his back is the one pressed against the wall.

Your fingers creat a trail back down his abdomen and through the patch of hair that leads to his cock.

“It’s my turn,” you whisper against his lips and begin to stroke his length.

His jaw goes a little slack, gaze trained on your teasing smile. 

Watching the way you create circles against his tip, your other hand massaging his balls. 

You press a quick kiss to his lips and begin a trail over his jaw, settling on the sensitive skin of his neck. 

Your tongue grazes his skin, enjoying the way his dick twitches in your hand as you begin to nibble gently. Sucking the sensitive spot into a bruise. Eddie groans, head tilted against the wall as his hands explore your body. Caressing your tits, pinching your nipples between his fingers. 

His hands move to your hips as you trail down his chest, peppering kisses along his torso and stopping just above his cock. You watch him from above your eyelashes, gaze trained on the dazed look in his eye as you drag your tongue along his shaft. Swirling it along the top, the taste of precum salty against your tongue. You moan at his taste, eager for him to coat your throat in his release. 

Your head bobs an inch and off again, teasing. A wicked smile on your lips when you look up at him. 

Eddie is on the brink of destruction, about to explode from the sight of you on your knees once again, and this time he isn’t going to last. 

“Such a fucking tease,” he grunts, fingers rubbing the side of your mouth. Tugging until you open wider for him. 

He pushes his thumb in, groaning when your tongue swipes his finger—sucking on it, releasing it with a loud pop. He rubs your drool against your lips, watching the plush of your pout bounce back into place, and you’re back on his cock again. Not allowing him a moment longer to think as you suck viciously on his tip while you fondle his balls. 

Eddie’s moans grow louder, and you clench your legs together, aching for him to stretch you. The image of him pumping into you spurs you to take him deeper and pull him further into your mouth until your cheeks are hollowed out as you take him inch by inch until he’s hitting the back of your throat. 

He knots his fingers into your hair, guiding your head up and down as you increase your pace. Until he’s fucking your face. You concentrate on breathing through your nose, your tongue swirling while your hand grips him just right. Stroking in sync with the movement of your head. Slobber coating his pubes and dripping down his balls. 

“Holy fucking shit,” he curses, listening as you gag around his dick, and it feels like you are swallowing him whole. 

“I-I’m gonna come,” Eddie stammers, voice strained. You hum against his cock, needy for him to finish. He pumps one more time until he spills into your mouth, warm come hitting the back of your throat. 

You continue to suck on his dick, milking every drop out of him. Ascending to his tip to lick him clean, enjoying the way his tangy spent tastes against your tongue. 

Eddie’s body turns rosy, goosebumps breaking along his flesh. The orgasm rolls through him, felt deep in his gut, and he swallows the deep groan stuck in his throat. 

His fingers are still twisted in your hair, and slowly, he releases his tight grip, eyes opening to see you still on your knees. Trailing kisses over his softening arousal and back up his torso. 

You smile as you wrap your arms around him as if this isn’t your first time together. Comfortable, any shyness tucked away somewhere and hidden from sight.

“Hi,” you smile at him fondly, voice softer than when you first entered the room. Eddie rubs an affectionate thumb against the apple of your cheek, fondness evident behind his half-hooded eyes.

“Hi,” he whispers back and holds you close, pecking a soft kiss against your lips. Fast, as if it were a habit. 

The two of you stand there, warm water hitting your back. Shrouded in steam and under the after-sex glow. The kind of glow that paints Eddie’s cheeks a permanent shade of pink, and you don’t think he could look any cuter. 

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to be late to work,” you giggle. Not at all eager to move, unsure of what will happen once you do.

“Shit, I forgot that’s why we came back,” he laughs with you. This morning’s conversation felt like eons ago.

“‘S’okay,” you grin, “Mark will be fine without his AM for a bit. Just need to get cleaned up.” You begin to push off his chest, but Eddie holds you there and reaches over for the bottle of shampoo. 

“I can help you get cleaned up,” he offers, already reaching around you and putting too much shampoo onto his palm before you can respond. He rubs it between his hands before massaging it into your scalp.

The smell of coconuts mixes with a floral scent and fills the air as you mull, enjoying how his fingers feel in your hair.

“Oh my god-” you groan, neck relaxing into his touch. Eddie chortles, enjoying the way that you melted into him even more. 

“Does that feel good?” 

“Munson, did I ever mention how talented you are with your hands?”

“I think you may have given me a hint,” he retorts, heavy on the innuendos, and you slap his chest lightly.

“Something about my mouth, too,” he adds, moving only slightly as you lift your hand to swat him again. His fingers still rub against your scalp, suds forming and lifting into the air. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you mutter into his neck, and his grin grows.

“Little Lipton thinks I’m cute,” he muses, but your smile falters as you pull away. He looks at you quizzically, sudsy hands dropping from your scalp.

“What is it?” 

You press your palm to his chest, putting space between you and taking a deep breath. 

“I’m not Little Lipton,” you sigh, drawing invisible circles into his skin.

“Or Speilberg.” You roll your eyes because as much as you hate or pretend to hate that nickname, a part of you feels a certain fondness for it. However small. 

“It’s (Y/N),” you swallowed, “I want you to call me by my name.” 

He nods but you don’t look at him, eyes focused on the constellation of freckles that dot his chest. The tattoo he let your brother do several years ago. 

Eddie pushes your chin up so you’ll look at him. At the sincerity that’s hidden beneath molten honey. 

“(Y/N),” he whispers, your name never sounding any sweeter, and presses a kiss to your lips.

“Eddie,” and he never realized that his name could ever sound saccharine on someone’s tongue. How it would be to hear it wrapped in affection. A hint of budding adoration. 

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, to the tip of your nose, before gently pushing your back into the water to rinse the shampoo from it. 

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Monster and the Superhero

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 2,964 Warnings: fluff, angst, olivia being protective, Smut: no | yes; 18+ MINORS DNI: A/N: Hi, friends! We getting more Eddie in this chapter!! Also, see gif below for fic title inspiration <3 If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Getting a decent night’s sleep is starting to be hard to come by since we figured out another D&D monster is an actual monster. I knew about Vecna from reading Dustin’s D&D manual when he first got it and refreshed myself when he joined Hellfire.

We decided to get Eddie some actual food… or what we thought was actual food from the grocery store, taking it over to Reefer Rick’s, where we told Eddie to stay hidden.

Steve parked the car around where he did last night, all five of us piling out and walking to the boathouse, walking in once we made it. Only this time, Eddie was ready with his sharp glass bottle, pointing it at us at our intrusion.

Dustin and I held up the plastic bags, smiling while saying, “Delivery service.”

Eddie sighed before I shook my bags, setting them down on a table and pulling every item out of the bag. I felt Eddie behind me after a moment before the box of Honeycombs and Yoo-Hoo was removed from my vision.

He sat down in the boat with the box, opening it and tearing the bag open, dipping his hand inside to start munching on the sugary cereal while Robin and Max stood or sat to his left, Dustin, myself and Steve standing or sitting to his right.

“So we got, uhh, some good news and some bad news,” Dustin said. “How do you prefer it?”

With a mouth full of cereal, Eddie said, “Bad news first, always,” before taking a swig of his glorified chocolate milk.

“Alright,” I breathed. “Bad news; Dustin tapped in the Hawkins PD dispatch with his Cerebro and, and they’re definitely looking for you, and they’re pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.”

“Like, 100% kind of convinced,” Max added.

“And the good news, oldest Henderson?” Eddied asked, looking from Max to me.

Smiling, I said, “Your name hasn’t gone public yet. But if we found out about you, it’s a matter of time before others do, too, and once word gets out, everyone and their pea-brained mother is gonna be hunting for you.”

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie enunciated. 

Scrunching my lips, I closed my eyes and nodded. “Precisely.”

“Shit.”

“So, before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence,” Dustin said.

“That’s all, Dustin?” Eddie and I asked. “That’s all?”

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it,” he said, pretty sure of himself.

“Little brother, ‘tis not as simple as you think,” I said. “When has it ever been that simple?” I rolled my eyes at his delusions, feeling two hands on my shoulders, pulling me back into a chest; Steve’s chest.

“Listen, Eddie,” Robin said. “I know everything Dustin’s saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this kinda thing before.”

“Well, she’s been through it once,” I said. “Max twice, Dustin, Steve and I three times. Robin’s was more human-flesh-based, while ours was more smoke-related.”

“Bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.”

Wrapping his arms around my middle and resting his chin on my shoulder, Steve said, “Yeah, see, we usually rely on this girl who has super powers. But, uhh, those went bye-bye, so…”

“So, we’re technically more in the–”

“Kinda.”

“Brainstorming phase?” I asked.

“Brainstorming,” Steve repeated, snapping his fingers. “Good one, babe.”

“There-there-there’s nothing to worry about,” Dustin said. 

Steve scoffed behind me, his head moving just a little in curt nod.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath just as I heard sirens, and Steve whispered, “Shit.” 

Moving towards the boat, I said, “Eddie, tarp.”

He looked at me, questions floating in his eyes.

“Get back under the tarp.”

“You owe me, Henderson,” he said, my response being “I know,” before Eddie grabbed the side and laid down with the cereal box in his arm, moving the tarp over himself.

The rest of us moved to the windows, watching as police cars and ambulances drove by. As a group, we decided to be nosy as fuck and follow them to see where they were going. Once we found the area, we parked behind a truck, the five of us getting out.

Nancy was standing in the middle of the road, talking to Powell, who took over for Hopper since he… well, since he died. She looked over at us, bringing her fingers up for a small wave.

I looked over at Steve, seeing him wave back at her. I know he doesn’t love her anymore, but there’s always going to be that part of me that thinks he does and always will. Looking back at her, tears welled in my eyes before I could stop them and looked down. Sitting back inside the car, I sniffled lightly, brushing the tear that had regrettably fallen onto my cheek.

When everyone got back in the car, all I could do was look out the window at the trees passing by. What made my anxiety worse… was that Steve didn’t rest his hand on my thigh like he always did. Taking off my right shoe, I sighed, bringing my foot to rest on the seat, lacing my fingers together and resting them at the junction where my foot and calf meet.

Once we made it to the trailer park, Robin, Max and my brother got out of the car, meeting Nancy at the picnic table while Steve and I stayed behind.

He sighed, “I know what you’re thinking, and no.”

I looked down and nodded. “I know. It’s just my stupid brain. You know how it gets.” I crossed my arms, sinking down into the seat a little more. “It just… I saw the way you looked at her.”

“With concern?” he asked. It wasn’t in anger or irritation. His voice was calm and controlled. There were a few times when I had this concern after we got together, and he was always reassuring. Kind of like he was being right now.

Once the reasonable side of my brain caught up and took over my unreasonable side, I sighed and rested my head on my knee, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

Grabbing my hand to lace our fingers, he said, “Her and I are friends. Nothing more. You’re the girl for me.”

I looked at our hands, watching as he brought them up to kiss the back of my own. Smiling, I connected our eyes, seeing those hazel orbs I loved so much. “I love you. And I’m sorry.”

“I love you, too. Let’s go.”

We both got out of the car after I put my shoe back on and retied it. He met me at the front of the car and held his hand out once he saw me round the vehicle, our fingers lacing together as we made our way to the picnic table. When we sat down, we all explained to Nancy what’s been going on.

“So, you’re saying that this thing that killed Fred and Chrissy, it’s from the Upside Down?” Nancy asked.

“If the shoe fits,” I sighed, leaning back against Steve, who wrapped his arms around my middle. 

“Our working theory is that he attacks with a spell or a curse,” Dustin said. “Now, whether or not he’s doing the bidding of the Mind Flayer or just loves killing teens, we don’t know.”

“All we know is this is something different,” Max said. “Something new.”

“Doesn’t make sense,” Nancy said.

“It’s just a theory,” Dustin said. 

“It’s not supposed to make sense,” I added.

“No, Liv,” Nancy said. “Fred and Chrissy don’t make sense. I mean, why them?”

“Maybe they were just in the wrong place,” Dustin said. “They were both at the game.”

“And near the trailer park,” Max said.

“We’re in the trailer park,” Steve said, holding me a little tighter. “Uh, should we maybe not be here?”

As we all looked around, Nancy said, “There is something about this place. Fred started acting weird the second we got here.”

“Acting weird as in…?” Robin asked.

“Scared, on edge, upset.”

“Max said Chrissy was upset, too,” Dustin said.

“Yeah, but not here,” Max said. “She was crying in the bathroom at school.”

“Serial killers stalk their prey before they strike, right?” Robin asked.

“Affirmative,” I said.

“So, maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman–”

“Vecna,” Dustin corrected.

Carrying on like nothing happened, Steve said, “I don’t know about you guys, but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone.”

“Maybe they did,” Max said. “I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster, you… you go to the police. They’d never believe you.”

“Except Hopper,” I said. “Who’s inconveniently dead.”

“But you might to your–”

“Your shrink,” Robin said.

 Max nodded her head and we all formed a plan on what to do. Once the plan was made, we all got up from the table to walk back towards our vehicles. Nancy started walking back towards her car before Steve’s voice stopped her.

“Whoa, whoa, Nance,” he said. “Nance!” He stepped up to her as she turned around, asking, “Where you going?”

“Oh, there’s something I wanna check on first,” she replied. 

“Something you maybe wanna share with the rest of us?” Dustin and I asked. “I don’t wanna waste your time. It’s a real shot in the dark.”

“Yeah, okay,” Steve said. “Are you out of your mind? Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose? No, it’s too dangerous. You need… you need someone to…” He turned walking up to me, handing me his keys. “Here. I’m gonna stick with Nance, alright? Take the car, check out the shrink. Go back to your house, and I’ll have Nance drop me off there.”

“Why? Why can’t Robin go with her?” I asked, gesturing to our high school friend.

“Yeah, why can’t I go?” Robin asked.

“Liv, if you don’t want to drive, I can,” Max said.

“No,” Steve and I said, looking over at Max.

“No. Never again,” Steve added. “Please. Anybody but you.”

“Come on,” Dustin said.

“No.”

“Okay, this is stupid,” Robin said, grabbing a radio from Dustin’s bag. “Like Liv said, I’ll go with Nancy because us ladies need to stick together. Steve, you stay with your girlfriend.” When she made it to Nancy’s side, she turned back around to face us, saying, “Unless you think we need you to protect us.”

Robin turned on her heel and started walking towards Nancy’s car, the eldest Wheeler taking a moment, looking at my Stevie. I rolled my eyes and got in the car, not meaning to slam the door shut as Steve shouted at them to be careful.

“You just gonna stand there and gawk at your ex-girlfriend, or sit next to my sister and gawk at her?” Dustin said.

“Shut up,” Steve said. “I love your sister. She knows that.” “Why don’t we go?”

“Shut up and get in the car.”

I heard the back door open behind me, so I looked to see who it was before saying, “Dusty, wipe your feet.”

“On the outside, not the inside,” Steve groaned, getting into the car. “Always the babysitter. Always the goddamn babysitter.” He started the car, putting it in drive and riding past Eddie’s trailer that was marked off by police tape.

~~~

Max gave us directions to Ms. Kelley’s house, Steve parking at the end of her driveway on the other side of the street. 

“Okay, she’s in,” Steve said, arm resting on the door, the window rolled down. 

“I’m missing collarbones,” Dustin said. “Not eyes.” A few seconds later, he said, “So… are we gonna talk about… it?” Turning to face him in the backseat, I furrowed my brows. “What?”

Pointing in between Steve and I, Dustin said, “You two.”

“Again, I ask… what?”

“The tension between you two. I can feel it from here.”

“Feel what?” Steve asked.

“The sexual electricity?”

“Oh, my god, Dustin!” I exclaimed.

“Your sexual tension was pretty public,” he said. “There’s witnesses. Have you two even–”

Turning back to face the front with my hands up, I said, “I am not having this conversation with you.”

“Are you implying that we haven’t had se–” Steve said.

“Steve!” I interrupted. “We’re not having this conversation with him right now!”

“What about when he was gonna go with Nance instead of staying with you, his girlfriend, my dearest sister?” Dustin said.

“I was trying to protect a friend,” Steve said. “A friend, Hendersons. Okay?”

Turning my head to look at Steve, I gave him a what the fuck look. “Hendersons? As in, plural? Don’t bring me into this, I didn’t say anything.”

“Okay,” Dustin said, amused.

“I don’t wanna find her in the morning with her eyes sucked out of the front of her skull by this Vecna creep,” Steve said.

“Steve, baby, I love that you’re wanting to protect a friend and being all defensive, but now isn’t the time to do that, especially when your anxious girlfriend here is freaking out about you and Nancy, okay?” I said.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with my sister?” Dustin asked.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Steve said. “I love your sister very much, and I especially don’t want anything to happen to her. I’d die if anything happened to her.”

I smiled at that, feeling all the love from him just from those two sentences.

“You’re blushing,” Dustin smiled.

“Drop it, or I’ll punch you so hard in your face your teeth will fall back out.”

“Whoa,” Dustin and I said. “Too far.”

“Not cool. Sorry.”

“Not cool, babe,” I said.

“It’s okay,” Dustin added.

Steve brought his fist up, Dustin hitting Steve’s with his own before Steve held his hand out, looking at me. I laced our fingers before he brought the back of my hand to his mouth, placing a kiss near my ring finger.

I heard the door open, Steve’s attention right on Max as she made her way back to the car, Steve repeating, “Here she comes.”

Max got in the backseat with Dustin, my brother asking, “What’d she say?” “Nothing, just drive,” Max said. “Steve, drive!”

“Okay,” he said, letting go of my hand to start the car and drive off. 

Max told us to drive to the high school so that she could snoop through Ms. Kelley’s files for hers and Chrissy’s. Dustin’s walkie went off, a familiar voice coming through.

“Dustin? Olivia? It’s Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin.”

Dustin hit the button on his walkie, speaking into it, “Lucas? Where the hell have you been?”

“Just listen,” Lucas said. “Are you guys looking for Eddie?”

“Yeah, and we found him, no thanks to you.”

“You found him?”

“He’s at a boathouse on Coal Mill Road. Don’t worry, he’s safe.”

“You guys know he killed Chrissy, right?”

“That’s bullshit. Eddie tried to save Chrissy.” “Then why do all the cops say he did it?”

Max took the walkie from Dustin, pressing the button and saying, “Lucas, you’re so behind, it’s ridiculous, okay? Just meet us at the school. We’ll explain later.”

“I… I can’t.”

Taking the walkie from Max, it was my turn to speak into the mouthpiece. “Come again, Sinclair?”

“I think some real bad shit’s about to go down, Liv.”

“Spill it.”

Static sounded from the walkie’s speaker for a moment before I hit my palm against it a couple times before saying into the mouthpiece, “Lucas? Lucas! Shit.”

~~~

It was dark by the time we made it to the school, Max using the keys she stole from Ms. Kelley’s house. Walking down the hallway, Dustin’s walkie went off again, this time Robin’s voice coming through, saying, “Hendersons, do you copy?”

“Yeah, we copy,” Dustin and I said in unison.

“So, Nancy’s a genius. Vecna’s first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bullseye.”

“Okay, that’s, uh, totally bonkers,” Dustin said.

I took the walkie from him, saying, “But we really can’t talk right now.”

“Wait, what are you doing, female Henderson?”

“Breaking and entering into the school to retrieve highly confidential and extremely personal files.” This felt like Sophomore year all over again when I broke into stores. Looking up at Steve, I said, “If I get caught this time, I’m going to jail.”

“We won’t,” he said, shining his flashlight around, looking for any type of security.

“Can you repeat that?”

“Just get your ass over to the high school, Buckley. Stat. We’ll explain everything… if I don’t get arrested again and start living in a cell.”

We found Max at Ms. Kelley’s office as she was just opening the door to walk inside. 

“It’s like a mini-Watergate or something,” Dustin said.  “Hawkinsgate!”

“Wait a sec,” Steve said. “Didn’t those guys get caught?”

“Holy shit,” Max said from the opened filing cabinet.

“You found it?” Steve asked, walking over to her.

“Yeah, and not just Chrissy’s file,” she said, taking a file out of the cabinet. “Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley, too.”

We all looked at each other, trying to find out what it meant with our eyes until I spoke up. “Well, I’d compare the files, see if the three of you had any symptoms in common.”

We did just that, bringing out her file, Chrissy’s file and Fred’s file. Max sat at the desk, looking at Chrissy’s, seeing the handwritten symptoms on a white sheet of paper. When she asked to see Fred’s file, I handed it to her, moving to stand beside her with my body facing Steve, who was leaning against the desk.

Max was looking as if she were lost in a trance of some sort, so I put my hand on her shoulder, asking, “Max, are you okay? Max? Max, honey, what is it? Max. Max!”

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Eddie's March 1986 Timeline

I've spent too long thinking about how hungry Eddie must have been, and how he probably just wanted a hot shower and warm bed. Now you have to think about it too.

Feel free to reblog with thoughts, feelings, additions, corrections, or anything else. xo Rhi

FRIDAY 21 (The Hellfire Club)

BALLS into LAUNDry baSKETS

mEAN an' scARY?

The Hellfire Club campaign ends with Vecna's defeat at the roll of Lady Applejack's 20

Eddie witnesses Chrissy's murder and runs

He arrives at his chosen hiding place of Reefer Rick's boathouse at some point between Friday night and Saturday morning

SATURDAY 22 (Vecna's Curse)

Days without a proper meal or shower: 1

Food: beer and what appears to be a few bags of snack food; Max finds the trash for these in the boathouse

Dustin, Max, Steve, and Robin search for Eddie, after Max's statement that he probably witnessed Chrissy's death

They find him in Rick's boathouse hiding under a tarp, using a broken bottle as a weapon

The public is not yet aware of Eddie's connection

SUNDAY 23 (The Monster and the Superhero)

Days without a proper meal or shower: 2

Food: three bags of snacks including Yoohoo and Honeycomb cereal

Eddie is still wielding the broken bottle and sleeping in the boathouse when the same group brings Eddie supplies and news

The police are proactively searching for Eddie as their prime suspect

The public is still not aware of Eddie's involvement

MONDAY 24 (Dear Billy)

Days without a proper meal or shower: 3

Food: the snacks from the previous day should have lasted till now

We don't know what Eddie does on this day

TUESDAY 25 (The Nina Project, The Dive)

Days without a proper meal or shower: 4

Food: SpaghettiOs from Rick's kitchen cupboard

Eddie calls the gang asking for a food drop and a six-pack' it appears to be the first time he goes into Rick's house; Rick's neighbours notice the movement inside

Jason and co. find Eddie, he escapes as Patrick is murdered by Vecna over Lover's Lake

He spends the night wet and wandering the forest, eventually landing at Skull Rock

(The Dive) Jason gives a statement to law enforcement that Eddie is a vessel for Satan and is killing people with demonic powers

WEDNESDAY 26 (The Dive, The Massacre at Hawkins Lab, Papa)

Days without a proper meal or shower: 5

Food: the supplies the gang brings him at Skull Rock

Law enforcement gives a press statement that names Eddie as a person of interest and give notice of a town meeting that day for the public to attend

Eddie steals a construction site radio and is reunited with the party at Skull Rock

At the town meeting, people ask why Eddie has only been officially named now and why he hasn't been arrested already; Jason makes his case to the town about the murders being "ritualistic sacrifices," and calls Hellfire a cult, handing out the club's yearbook photo; the parents of the gang are visibly shaken while the rest of the town stand up and begin a witch hunt

Meanwhile, Dustin hypothesises there is a gate nearby; they begin to search for it, eventually locating it in Lover's Lake

Steve dives for it but is pulled back under the water and through watergate into the Upside Down

(The Massacre at Hawkins Lab) Nancy, Robin, and a reluctant Eddie go through watergate after him

While the fruity four are in the Upside Down, the kids are with their parents and law enforcement; the two groups eventually find a way to communicate

On their respective sides of the world, the two groups travel to the Munson trailer

Sometime between Wednesday night and Thursday's early hours, Robin and Eddie go through the trailer's gate

(Papa) On her way through the gate, Vecna catches Nancy and shows her his vision of the future - it's a message; Vecna lets Nancy go, and she and Steve go through the gate

THURSDAY 27 (Papa, The Piggyback)

Days without a proper meal or shower: 6

Food: none that we see

The party is reunited and relocate to Max's trailer; they listen to Nancy's experience, then form a plan

After Eddie hotwires an RV and a trip to The War Zone, the party stops in a scenic field to create weapons and prepare

(The Piggyback) That night, their plan is launched

After, they believe they have won against Vecna, at least for now, with his 'physical' body in the Upside Down being attacked as well as his supernatural abilities/his mind; it is ambiguous if the gates have closed for good

In the fight, Hawkins is ripped apart along four lines (likely not actual geographical fault lines) that meet in the town centre, resulting in a blast felt by everyone

Max barely survives the fight; she has been blinded and her limbs broken, but El manages to save her; she is left in a coma

Eddie deviates from the plan and appears to die in Dustin's arms

"2 DAYS LATER" / SATURDAY 29

The news reports, "It's been less than 48 hours since a 7.4 magnitude earthquake rocked the quaint town of Hawkins" and says seismologists are calling it "A natural disaster of near-unprecedented scale"

It's still reported that Hellfire is a cult led by Eddie, who remains the prime suspect in the murders but is presumed dead; a local church has a banner with the bible verse Jason quoted out front - the town of Hawkins will always hate Eddie

Dustin meets Wayne, who routinely replaces Eddie's 'missing' posters due to hate graffiti; Dustin gives him his nephew's iconic necklace and calls Eddie a hero; we, like Wayne, are to assume Eddie is dead

Eddie's body is never discussed or seen again; he was likely left in the Upside Down

Will tells Mike that Vecna is hurting but definitely alive; Will has been connected to One/Vecna since season one, and his connection is stronger now he has returned to Hawkins

Upside Down 'particles' begin to fall from the sky as dark clouds roll in, the 'earthquake' fissures are still smoking and glow red, the clouds are nearly black, and the grass and flowers wilt and rot

Vecna's red lightning appears in the sky promising he will return, but... will Eddie?

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Twila was digging for loose change in the console of the Oldsmobile when she first spotted him at the only gas station for eighty miles. She knew with sudden clarity that he was not from her world.

At the time, she didn’t know what that meant.  It was just a feeling, and she wondered if that was what premonitions felt like for Mother.  

The heat of the desert scraped across her skin and up her nose like sandpaper dust while she pumped the $5.26 into the tank, praying to the vast nothingness that it was enough to get her to the next town. She needed a job and a bed and a reason not to take a toaster into the bath.

Clicking the metal lever to coax every last penny of gasoline out, her eyes shifted every so often to the guy perched on his motorcycle, legs off to one side and crossed at the ankles to have a smoke. Was he waiting for someone? He swiped a flop of maple brown hair out of his eyes and gave a lopsided grin that was not meant for her, yet it hit like a freight train all the same. 

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i’m here | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> you’re worried and scared searching for your missing boyfriend, eddie munson.

eddie munson x fem! reader

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GENRE -> fluff, comfort

WARNINGS -> use of sharp objects, tiny bit of violence.

WC -> 663

a/n : just a small fic that gives me comedic relief and butterflies at the same time. scared eddie = reader comforts him.

likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

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you were shit scared. fear was in your mind the whole walk to reefer rick’s house. your nerves were on edge, the thought of your boyfriend that was missing was slowly ticking your anxiousness. eddie was nowhere to be found the day the cops pronounced chrissy cunningham’s death inside of his and his uncle’s trailer. you were almost were going to march up to his place to check on him but jason carver found you first. you understood jason’s pain, you knew he loved chrissy, and would do anything to avenge her death even killing your own fucking boyfriend. you actually escaped his clutches before he could even test you further to know the whereabouts about the missing eddie. one priority was in your mind as you sought for dustin and the others. luckily, they had the same plan as you. find eddie and you were worried as shit, you couldn’t bare the thought eddie somewhere alone, in danger and possibly fucking being hunted now by those jocks.

“if you want to help us and save your boyfriend then we are absolutely going to his drug dealer’s house.” dustin argued, knowing you who complained that might be not the best of ideas. well, but here you are. holding a flashlight as the rest of the group got inside the shack. you were exploring around, shining every spot you could deem where he could be hiding. it was enough for you to actually just see him if he’s okay and well— and you missed him. a lot.

“WAIT, WAIT—“ you jumped hearing the screams and yells and clutters inside the shack. your heart leaped out of your chest as you sprinted inside to see what’s going on. afraid some other godly creature had attacked either of your friends. everyone was still as blank, you followed the situation seeing as dustin was practically trying to now get your boyfriend’s weapon off of steve’s neck. your breath shuddered, tense and a little calm finally seeing him. you were silent, seeing as dustin spewed words to eddie that he was okay and they were looking for him.

“eddie, we are on your side. i swear on my mother!” dustin gestured. everyone agreed, you slowly crept behind them, worrying for steve seeing the death grip eddie had on him and the broken beer bottle pointed directly on his pulse point. eddie had the look of distrust, still afraid knowing his situation. you didn’t know what truly happened when he was supposed to sell drugs to chrissy that night, all you knew he was just scared. anxious and probably much freaked out. a long moment of uneasy silence covered the entire shack as you now make your way in-front of dustin, who was relieved you were finally here.

“eddie.” your soft voice called out. eddie’s eyes widened as he tore his gaze from poor steve and now to you. “i’m here.” you whispered, inching closer towards him with open arms and a look of understanding on your expression. everyone held their breath, seeing as you gently removed his armed hand away from steve’s neck. steve stumbled, coughing a bit as everyone helped him up. eddie’s face scrunched up, eyes turning soft as he tossed away the broken beer bottle to embrace you. you sighed in relief, caressing his back as he buried his face on the top of your head. he inhaled your scent, his nerves calming down and every single thing that happened to him gone for a moment. in a bliss, he held you tighter seeming to not wanting to let you go.

“jesus christ, you’re here.” he finally spoke, pressing his forehead against yours. you gazed upon him, offering a small smile. his eyes were watery and you could tell he would break down in any minute now once you asked him if he was okay. “you’re here.” he repeated his words, kissing your lips, not minding the audience behind the two of you. you hummed in satisfaction, soft lips molding against yours just like every single time.

“i know. i know. you had me so worried, eddie.” you sighed between his lips. eddie hummed, enjoying the feel of your warmth in his arms. enveloping him like a soft warm blanket of comfort. the thoughts of jason hunting him and what had happened to chrissy easing off his mind now. a sudden cough interrupted the two of you as you quickly turned around, embarrassed. max and robin were holding smiles as dustin rolled his eyes, the situation was supposed to be serious and steve was full on mommy mode. arms were crossed and he looked absolutely defeated what just happened to him a while ago.

“yeah, i just had a really sharp object pointed on my fucking throat. can anyone kiss me too?”

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Chapter Eleven - I'll stay if you'll stay

C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C12 | C13 pt 1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Twelve is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending (fix-it-fic if you will), fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 9 K Word Count

Chapter warnings | Harsh language, swearing, heavy makeout, angst.

Authors Note | Forever grateful for you patience, I truly hope you enjoyed it, I cancelled my plans today (I told work to screw themselves because writing is what makes me happy and I was neglecting that) to finally get the posts out. Thankyou all my loves for reading x

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Thankyou, P. x 🌿

Y/N | March 1986 

“Come on.” I groaned into my fist, tearing strips of skin away from my bleeding nails beds with my teeth as the still trees skirted past my window at an agonizingly slow pace, watching the wide wings of the Eagle sinking into the blinding sunset. My thoughts flashed to a matching bird that adorned the cover of a book I had seen Eddie’s uncle read a hundred times over.  

“Can you pick it up a bit Steve?” I snapped, turning back towards the driver’s seat as Robin chattered away nervously next to him. Dustin was pinned between Max and I in the back, his twitching knee sending shaky vibrations throughout my whole body. Steve’s brown eyes flashed up in the rear-view mirror with a storm brewing behind them. 

“Oh forgive me y/n if I’m not racing towards a fugitive wanted for murder possibly hiding in a big all time dealers house.” His face reddened as he ran out of breath, ripping his gaze away from mine as I stared back angrily at him, but to his credit he did push the accelerator down a few inches.

“He’s not a murderer Steve!” Spit flew from Dustin’s mouth as he leant up between the front seats. 

I cut off their arguing as I recognized the turn off to Holland road. “Turn down here!.” I gasped for breath as the sharp swing of the steering wheel sent me flying into Dustin and Max, jamming them against the door. The packed forest gave way to the slim opening of the concealed road as the cracked asphalt turned to dirt, flicking up little rocks beneath the car. 

“Slow down.” I breathed, squishing Dustin as I pushed off of him to sit back up. 

“Oh now you want me to go slow.” Steve snapped as his headlights cut through the quickly falling darkness, illuminating the aged brown panelling of Reefer Ricks house as it came into view at the end of the way. My breathing turned harsh as my thoughts fell to the last time I’d been here. 

“Well if Eddie is hiding here, we don’t exactly want to go in all guns blazing and scare him off.” Robin strained against her seatbelt as Steve hit his breaks and shot her a frustrated look. 

“Stop here.” I interrupted, unclicking my belt and reaching for the door handle. 

“Wait.” As my fingers curled around the cool metal, Steve’s hands shot out to push down the lock on his own door, trapping us all in as a snapping noise surrounded around the car. 

“What the hell Steve?” I yelled, pushing against my door hopelessly as I sent him a betrayed scowl. 

“Considering everything we’ve been through – can we just be cautious please?” He sighed and banged his hands against the steering wheel, peering out through the windshield towards the rundown house in front of us. Dirt, dust and dead leaves littered the front porch like it had been untouched for a long time, likely since its owner was sitting in a cold jail cell.  

Darkness flooded into our seats as he killed the engine and switched the lights off, the only sound was the gentle waves of the lake lapping at the shore and our mixed breaths of anxiety swirling together in the silence as I fumed in my seat. 

“Stuff this.” Dustin grumbled after a still moment, I yelled out in surprise and anger as he reached out to roll down my window and launched himself through it, trampling my knees as he pushed off against them to struggle through the slightly too small opening. 

“Hey! Don’t do that – Jesus Christ.” Steve panicked and fumbled quickly with the lock as I leant up to follow suit after my brother, checking that the ground was clear after he landed with a loud and painful thud beneath the window, before I pulled myself through it. 

“Just use the damn doors.” Steve sighed and rolled his eyes as I had my arms halfway through it, throwing himself out his side of the car as Robin turned in her seat to shoot me an amused smile. 

“Eddieeeeeeee.” Dustin took off tearing towards the stairs of the main house, sending up clouds of dust as his sneakers slapped loudly against the gravel, leaving us to speed up after him as he disappeared into the dark. 

“Here – flashlights.” Robin whispered, sliding up next to me and pressing the cold metal into my palm, tossing a matching one towards Steve as he clapped and held his hands out. 

“This is where you got your drugs from y/n? Pretty creepy…” Steve’s voiced carried out across the wind as Max shot us a concerning look, huddling closer to us as the screech of a hidden bird made her jump out of her skin. I pushed on the button at the bottom of the flashlight, blinding beams of light swept across the grey dirt beneath our feet as we side stepped out of the way of sharp rocks and uneven ground. 

“You must have really hated Eddie to go to Reefer Rick.” Robin side eyed me, caressing me out the shell I’d curled into with each step that brought us closer to the house. I couldn’t tell which option made me sicker, finding Eddie and facing him for the first time since what happened between us on the field, or not at all, and someone else with entirely other – sinister – intentions finding him instead.

“Must have.” I shrugged, pressing my lips together and scanning my light over the disturbing trees that lined the side of the house, sending menacing shadows across the empty road. Dustin’s heavy footsteps echoed into the night as he mounted the stairs, Steve sighed and ran ahead of us to keep up with him. 

The crossed beams of our lights shone into the darkened house through the dirty glass panes of the front door as we bunched close together behind Dustin on the deck, the rest of us swung our heads around to keep an eye out as he reached for the doorbell. 

The high-pitched shriek sent a tingle up my spine as we waited for a sign of movement inside, when we were met with complete tranquillity we all let out a collective sigh as Dustin reached up to bash his finger into the buzzer again. 

“Okay, well that’s settled. I guess he’s not here.” Steve waved his hand as Dustin mashed down the doorbell in quick succession, giving up and banging his fist against the wooden door frame. 

“Eddie it’s Dustin!” I reached forward to pinch at his arm as his voice reverberated into the empty night, shaking my head as he brushed me off. 

I exchanged a frustrated look with Robin with the same thought behind our eyes. Subtle 

“Great.” Steve murmured, holding his flashlight higher as he shone it over his head.

“Look we just wanna talk okay?” Dustin yelled out, banging his fist against the withering door. 

“No cops, I swear. We just wanna help.” He wrapped his hand around the nob and rattled loudly. 

“Dustin shut up!” I hissed, swinging my head back and forth as the others looked queasy. “You’re going to bring anyone in a ten-mile radius straight for us.” I turned my back on him and made my way across the weathered floorboards towards the front room window, peaking through the open blinds. 

“I thought you cared about him; don’t you want to find him?” Dustin’s words, spat at me with an angry look on his face, brought me up short. I realised he probably had no idea what had happened between me and Eddie, and even though the truth was, was that I was barely hanging on by a thread, the thousand painful images of him in dangerous predicaments sent stabs of agony through my core. But the neutral expression that was exerting all my effort to keep in place, and my tight lips that kept me from crying or screaming – or both, probably made me look awfully blasé about the situation. 

I shot Max a probing look as she leant against the banister, but she just gave me a slight shake of her head before turning back to look at Dustin’s quivering frame. 

“Of course I do.” I whispered; half my words drowned out from the sudden gust of wind the rifled my hair around me face. He ignored me entirely and spun back around to the door. 

“EDDIE!” He slammed his hand back against the glass pane, making it rattle dangerously before reaching for the bell. 

“Shh.” Robin and Max’s flashlights trailed after me as they followed my footsteps, staring into the messy room as our lights reflected off empty beer bottles strewn across the tabletop. 

“RICK.” He rung the doorbell for what felt like a thousand more times. 

“REEFER RICK” Dustin switched back to banging with his fist as I jumped down from his deck lightly, stumbling as Max landed with a thud beside me. 

“Don’t scream that.” Steve sighed, pushing him away from the door. 

“He’s not there.” His tone softened as he stared down at Dustin. 

“He could just be really high.” He argued back, ducking his head to peer in through the cleaner glass panels.

“Is that a foot?” Steve’s voice rose with panic and disgust. 

“No it’s a shoe.” Dustin shot back, laughing lightly at Steve’s expense. 

I turned away from Max to face them, shining my light across them as they raised their hands to protect their eyes. “He’s not there, he’s in jail.” 

“And you just let Dustin scream like that knowing this Reefer dude isn’t even here?” Steve dropped his hand, anger clouding his face as he glowered at me. 

“Rick wasn’t the one I was hoping for.” Overwhelming sadness tugged at my heart, rendering me speechless as the pain almost had me doubling over. 

“Okay. So Eddie’s not here –“ He continued, not noticing my ache as I spun away from the group and wrapped my arms around my chest, smothering the beam of my flashlight in the crook of my elbow. 

“Hey guys!” Max’s voice rung out, loud and urgent. Steve fell silent as we all shuffled over to see what she had her light pointing at. There, nestled behind the swaying trees, was a boat house resting against the water’s edge. 

Steve and Robin barely had time to share a worried look before my legs took off running of their own accord, speeding down the dangerous slope and across the ground, dislodging loose rocks that caused Dustin to trip as he followed close behind me. A cold wave of realisation washed over me as I halted to a stop, pausing at the open doorway of the shed as an off smell floated through it. 

My heart stopped for a second before I forced myself to banish the evil thoughts away, Eddie was alive and well until I saw with my own eyes that he wasn’t. I was purged back in darkness as I let my flashlight fall to my side, catching my breath as the others caught up to me, their rushed footsteps thundering to my side where I stood shaking. 

I looked up to meet Steve’s eyes as he wrapped his hand around my wrist, holding me in place as his chest heaved from being out of breath. 

“Just – wait. Always in a Goddamn rush.” He breathed, placing his hands on his knees as he leaned forward. We all looked at the whiteish panelling softly glowing in the new moonlight that filtered down through the crowds, faltering as the door swung back slightly in the wind, exposing a pitch black beyond it. 

“Well?” Dustin gulped, turning expectantly towards Steve.

“Why the hell do I have to go in first?” He snapped back, standing up straight and placing his hands on his hips. 

“Oh my god.” Robin retorted, reaching out to push the door open further, holding her flashlight to her chest as she poked her head through it, I quickly stepped up to follow her in, Dustin practically stepping on my heels in his haste as he headed in after us – Steve bringing up the rear. 

“Hello? Is anyone home?” If my nerves weren’t practically on fire, I would have laughed at Robin, but I kept quiet as we all filed in silently after her, the aged floorboards creaking under our weight as we swung the flashlights across the room.  

“What a dump.” Steve clicked his light off as he reached for an oar leaning up against the wall as Dustin passed by him, taking off with the others as we spilt to search separately. 

I walked after Robin as we made our way across the other side of the room, I slowed as she and Max picked up empty pieces of food wrappers of the grainy workbench. Everyone jumped in fright as a loud smack and crinkle of fabric boomed off the walls, I spun back to see Steve prodding the tarp carelessly draped over the small fishing boat that was suspended on the middle of the room. 

“What are you doing?” Dustin whisper-yelled in surprise at him as I stared at him in shock, Steve glanced up to meet our stunned stares as he shrugged his shoulders. 

“What are you doing?” He demanded again, his voice a little surer as Steve made several more stabs at the lumpy piles under the tarp. 

“He might be in here.” He grunted, I grinded my teeth together angrily as confusion swept between us over which ‘he’ he was referring to. 

“So take the tarp off.” Dustin waved his hand between them madly as he glared as Steve. 

“If you’re so brave you take the tarp off.” He shot back angrily. 

“Hey, look over here.” I swivelled to face Max as she gestured towards the half-eaten candy bars and beer bottles, I froze in place as I joined her. Just slightly, almost barely even there – if I hadn’t been waking up to the scent for the past three months, I wouldn’t have even noticed – but under the stench of rotting fish and growing mould, was a hint of Eddie’s cologne. 

“Someone was here.” Max’s beam shone across the bench.

“Maybe he heard us, got spooked and ran?” Robins voice jolted me out of my trance as I spun around to face the guys. 

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin’s face contorted in a half smile half grimace, my yell of warning stuck in my throat as Steve raised his makeshift weapon back towards his shoulder, angle towards the suspicious lump under the tarp. 

“Ahh I know you think you’re being funny Henderson but considering everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slightest –“ My yell of warning turned into a scream as Max stumbled back into me and Dustin yelled out across the room. 

It was hard to tell who was who and if it was Max or Robin standing on my foot and digging their sharp nails into my arm, or if it was my hair or someone’s else blurring my vision. In the mass of confusion and combined screams, I watched through the curtain of hair in my face, a large dark shadow spur from the depths of the boat and tackle Steve out of sight. The chains that suspended the boat rattled loudly as he screamed out. 

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.” Steve’s voice was smacked out of him in a rush of breath as he was pinned against the wall. My stomach dropped in a mixture of nerves and almost giddy excitement as the familiar outline of the Eddie’s vest reflected in the moonlight. 

“WOAH WOAH WOAH.” The beams of our flashlights swung around the room madly, illuminating pieces of a terrifying puzzle that didn’t make sense. Robin tripped as I shoved her out of my way to race them around to the other side, scrambling to reach him before the fragments of the image in front of me really came into focus. Steve was frozen against the exposed metal sheets of the wall, pure fear clouding his face as the veins of his neck strained away from the broken beer bottle held to the thin skin under his jaw. 

“Eddie, EDDIE! STOP.” Dustin’s arm slammed out against my chest and knocked my breath away, shoving me back into the unsuspecting arms of Robin and Max as they caught up with me. 

“Eddie.” Dustin’s voice was low and careful, like he was dealing with a startled animal as I struggled beside him. Max had her hand clenched around the tail of my jacket as I thrashed against her, not caring about Steve whimpering under the threat of the exposed sharp glass, just needing to get to him. All I could see, all I cared about was that Eddie was here. Living and breathing just mere inches out of my grasp, I needed to hold him, to be able to reach out and touch him to make sure he was really here. 

But that’s when I looked at Eddie and really saw him. His hair was wild, plastered to his forehead in sweat and swinging madly around his chin because he was shaking from head to toe, his eyes pinned to Steve’s face like. He didn‘t recognise him, or any of us. If Steve looked scared, Eddie was downright prettified, like we were monsters. My still heart beat once, and then clenched painfully as the possibilities of what could have possibly had Eddie so terrified, flashed through my mind. 

I’d failed, whatever new cursed happenings were befouling our town again, had Eddie clutched in the depths of its claws. I hadn’t kept him safe, and a gnawing sense of gloom in the pit of my stomach, told me I was the reason it had captured him in the first place. 

“Edward.” I whispered, hanging off Dustin’s arm as my knees shook, Steve gasped out a cry of pain as the broken bottle dug in deeper and Eddie’s eyes flashed to mine. I buckled completely at the look in them as our gazes met, there wasn’t a trace of the love and adoration I’d woken up to most days, there wasn’t even any of the disbelieving pain that filled his eyes with tears when I lied to him on the field yesterday. 

Only pure, unyielding rage and fear stared back at me from the depths of his now black eyes, narrowed in suspicion as he either refused to or didn’t recognise me. 

“It’s us.” Dustin pleaded, holding his hand out in front of him slowly as I stopped struggling beside him. 

“It’s Dustin, and Steve.” He probed further, taking a step towards them as Eddie’s shaking eased up. 

“He’s not gonna hurt you, right Steve?” Robin slid her hand into mine and squeezed as our eyes locked on the pair of them. 

“Right, yeah.” Steve nodded as much as he could without risking further injury, glancing over to us in panic as we hesitated. 

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin suggested, it clattered to the ground beside us with a resounding crack, the muscles in Eddie’s arm tensed as he dug the bottle in further, drawing a dark dribble of blood that curled down the curve of Steve’s neck. 

“He’s cool! He’s cool.” Dustin yelled out, half to us because Robin tensed to charge forward at the look of pain on Steve’s face. 

 “I’m cool man, I’m cool.” Steve agreed, panting heavily. 

“What are y’doing here?” Hearing him finally speak caressed my burning soul, even laced in anguish and disbelief, he still sounded like Eddie. 

Like my Eddie. 

“We’re looking for you.” I trembled, reaching out and curling my fingers hopelessly in the empty air in front of us as Eddie refused to meet my gaze, tightening his lips at Steve as he held back tears. 

“We’re here to help.” Robin encouraged, her grip around my hand turning vice like as I wobbled dangerously. 

“Eddie, we’re your friends.” Dustin pleaded, his voice cracking. 

“You know Robin, and you know Max, and y/n-“ Dustin stopped as Eddie’s glassy eyes shot back at me, the hardness in them softened as he slowly ran his gaze up and down my frame, going wide like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

 “Eddie, we’re on your side.” Dustin promised, my throat tightened as the need to speak up overwhelmed me, but I let my brother take the lead. 

“I swear on our mother,” Dustin snapped to look at Max, Robin and I huddled half behind him to get us to agree. “Right guys?” 

“Yes, yes we swear.” Max narrowed her eyes in earnest.

“Yeah, on Mrs Henderson.” Robin breathed, swivelling her eyes back and forth from where Eddie still had Steve pinned tightly against the wall. 

“Yeah Dustin’s… Dustin’s mother.” Steve gasped for air as his grip loosened and Robin shot forward to catch him as he slid down the wall, his hands flying up to cup his throat as the others went to check on him. I’m sure I’d feel bad about it later, but I only had eyes for Eddie,   

 “Eddie, we just want to talk.” Dustin followed him as he crumbled against the far wall, sinking down onto a crate as he began to shake madly. 

“We want to know what happened?” Eddie flinched at the sound of my voice, closing his eyes as I crouched down beside him, he recoiled but then relented as I reached out to wrap my fingers around his wrist to steal the broken bottle from him, the others breathed a sigh of relief and moved in closer around us as I passed the weapon back to Dustin. 

 “You won’t believe me.” Eddie’s whimper caused his pain to feel like my own and I moved to grip his hand in both of mine, his lip trembled as he met my stare, running his eyes over my face as I soaked up the scratches and light bruises across his cheekbones. I tightened my hold on him so hard my own hands began to shake. 

“I will.” I promised. In the moonlight that glowed softly through the open space of the back wall, the ring that Eddie had given me glinted on his pinkie. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying, reaching out to twist it along the length of his finger. He glanced down at me as my skin brushed his, a thousand unsaid words flashing between us the memories of yesterday reared its ugly head, accusations and confusion reflected in his gaze while apologies and admissions flared in mine.

Eddie | March 1986

“Her body just liked, lifted up into the air and, uh, she just like hung there. In the air. And her bones… Uh, she… Her bones, started to snap. Her eyes, man. It was like there was something, inside her head, pulling. I didn’t know what to do, so I… Ran.” I hunched over and pressed my hand against my head, digging my fingertips deep into my skin like I could pull the images through my skull to throw them away. 

“You think I’m crazy right?” All of their faces stared down at me in what had to be shock and scepticism. I was the one saying it and I still didn’t believe it.   

“No we don’t think you’re crazy at all.” Dustin sounded so sincere, I almost believed him for a moment. 

“Don’t bullshit me man, I know how this sounds.” My voice rose to an unattractive shrill as my thin veil of patience snapped and the panic seeped through, the sounds of what I described echoed in my mind as I dug my nails into my head, trying to rip them away. 

“We’re not bullshitting you.” Max’s fierce face shone with truth as she scowled at me, almost endearingly as my violent words hung in the air between us all. I’d paused for a moment to wait for the screaming, for the accusations and disbelief but they’d just stared back at me with shared expressions of timid worry – like they’d been expecting bad news for a while and here I was handing it to them on a silver platter. This entire thing had to be some cruel nightmare, or maybe or bad trip because there was no way they’d barely had any reaction to me admitting to being a witness to a brutal supernatural murder. 

“I believe you.” Her words sent an unwelcome thrill through me, and I was slow to look back at her where y/n crouched beside me because I didn’t want to feel the things I knew I would, that I wasn’t allowed to anymore after what happened on the field. Because even here, under the looming threat of evil killer forces and angry towns people out for my head for a crime I didn’t commit, seeing her still made me heart clench and my stomach twist excitedly. My gaze travelled to her lips as they trembled and she ran her tongue over them, sending a jolt of desire through me that I tried to ignore. She shrunk under my unblinking stare as I met her eyes. 

I’d been right, she believed that I wasn’t the one to hurt Chrissy, and had come looking for me, or maybe Dustin had dragged her along with him. Either way, her face shone with blinding truth, urging me to open up to her and trust that she meant what she said. As much as every fibre of my being yearned to rip her up into my arms and into melt into her with gratitude for not giving up on me yet, her cold and cruel words that broke and shattered my heart yesterday resounded in my ears , undermining everything she was telling me and showing me now. 

“Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little … difficult to take.” Dustin broke the silence between us as the heaviness between our gazes began to suffocate me. Y/n shot up from her position and dropped my hand, turning on little Henderson as black rage filled her features, a warning burning in her eyes. 

‘Okay.” I dragged out, doubting there was anything he could say that could top the events of my last twenty-four hours, and noticing the uncomfortable glances that the others shot each other as he leaned towards me eagerly. 

“Dustin… Don’t.” Y/n snapped, advancing on him and trying to block me from view. Robin’s face grew alarmed as Steve moved forward, placing a hand on Dustin’s shoulder as y/n shot him a betrayed look. 

“You know how people say Hawkins is… Cursed?” Dustin leaned around her to stare me down, ignoring her as she snapped at him to stop, turning on the others with a furious scowl as they murmured agreements that Dustin was right to tell me ‘it’. 

“Dustin, stop.” She warned, clenching her fists by her sides as the hairs on the back of her neck raised. 

“They’re not, way off.” Dustin’s mouth turned down as he shot his sister an apologetic look, keeping his eyes trained on her as she stormed away from us and reached up to tangle her hands in her hair, a quite sob drifted through the air as she turned her back. Dustin’s gaze, as was the others, was full of turmoil and pity as he looked back to me. 

Even without my wristwatch I knew what time it was, I was stiff and sore from sitting in the same position by the opening in the wall all night, watching the moon dance across the sky and now the blinding sun take its place, the glittering water of the lake turning from a deep dark blue into a dazzling sister of the sky above it. 

The warm breeze that floated through and rifled my loose hair around my chin, also swirled around y/n’s exposed skin. I glanced over at her sleeping form in the gently swaying boat, she had taken off her jacket and rolled it up as a makeshift pillow that she’d tucked under her head and the gritty tarp was resting around her waist. She’d drifted off around three or four, after a deep silence filled the charged space between us as our stiff words trailed off into the dark night. 

Dustin’s implausible story had been playing on repeat all night, jolting me awake whenever I was lucky enough to nab a few seconds of slumber. I couldn’t believe him, the words tumbling from his mouth belonged in one of our DnD campaigns, not real life. Not our lives, we lived in boring old judgmental Hawkins, things like this didn’t happen here. Except apparently they had, because y/n and the others didn’t counter what little Henderson was saying, they only spoke up to add details as they offered up a different, darker, sinister retelling of the past few years.  

“There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins, sometimes, it bleeds into ours.” 

“Like ghosts and shit?”  

“A curse.”

“Vecna’s curse.”  

“An undead creature of great power.” 

It was enough to mind fuck me for the rest of my miserable life, as short as it might be, but it was what y/n had talked about once the others left that had kept me on edge as I watched the morning sunshine crawl slowly across her. The group had agreed that someone should stay with me and after one look at her face after Dustin told me the truth, no one had tried to argue with her when she offered to be the one. 

Henderson tripled checked the lock on the door as she slid it closed behind the others, pocketing the walkie Dustin had left her as they muttered goodbyes and promised to be back at dawn. I watched her stalk past the front windows as she pointedly avoided my gaze, busying herself with the rusted locks on the glass panes. 

“So… upside down hey?” She flinched slightly as my voice cut through the heavy silence, her eyes were guarded as she slowly turned to face where I sat in the middle of the swaying boat, twisting my rings as the moonlight reflected off of them. I sounded a hell of a lot calmer and confident than I felt, and her eyes searched my face like she was thinking the same thing.

“…Yeah. It’s a lot to take in. I know.” She fiddled with the hem of her jacket as she stood awkwardly ridged, glancing away quickly whenever our eyes met. She looked the same as she had yesterday, just completely sober and with darker circles under her eyes. But it was like I was looking at a completely different person. 

“You didn’t tell me.” I accused, anger flowing through me as the realisation came crashing down all at once. A tingling heat danced across my skin as she met my gaze with a scathing stare. 

“What was I supposed to say Eddie? It’s not exactly first date material.” She scoffed, pacing across the flooring as she clenched her fists menacingly, as angry as I was I couldn’t deny how cute she looked when she was mad. 

“I don’t even know who you are.” The truth of the words broke my heart as they stumbled from my lips, and from the look on her face as she froze in place and swivelled her eyes up to meet mine, they stung her just as bad. 

“Me? I thought I knew you.” She spat the words at me as her chest heaved, stomping a few steps towards me glared down at me. The words flowed from her like a broken dam as she tripped over some of them twisting on her tongue. 

“Like I get that you saw me with Jason and you don’t know why you don’t know anything I mean Dustin told you some things but not everything because I haven’t even told them everything so you don’t understand the whole story and I wasn’t doing it to hurt you I swear but I had to keep you safe so I said those thing things I didn’t mean and oh god they fucking hurt me to Eddie but you had no idea what I was trying to keep you safe from and it didn’t even work because look at what’s happened now but that’s why I tried to stay away from you in the beginning but I fucking couldn’t and I know I said it wasn’t but I thought what we had was real…” 

Her shoulders slouched as the words wrapped in honey sprang forth, I sat still, shocked for a moment as their meaning washed over me. It took me a second to wrap my head around it and my heart barely had time to beat alive again before she threw another curve ball at me. 

“I saw you with her… with Chrissy.” How well I knew y/n, because under the pain and anguish the filled her face as she brought up the traumatic event that now involved both of us, undoubtedly affecting if not ruining the rest of our lives, I could still see the jealousy beneath the surface.

“It was drugs y/n.” 

“What?” 

“Drugs, she wanted something stronger than weed. And I… I never would have done it, but I wanted to get back at Jason… for y’know.” 

“Nothing happened between me and Jason. They found me after I ran out of class, and I was destructing. What Dustin said to you, about the fire… and how it wasn’t actually a fire that killed Billy and the others. It haunts me Eddie. Billy wouldn’t have been flayed or dead if it wasn’t for me and after… I dreamed that I was the flesh monster and I killed Billy… and I liked it – in my dream. It feels so fucking real, I can hear his bones snapping apart and feel his blood dripping down my arms and hear everyone’s screams. I don’t know why it happens, when we tried to save Billy the monster sliced me.” She reached down to tear the end of her shirt up her stomach as she pushed down on her pant line, turning to the side so I could see the jagged, red scar again. 

“I thought that some part of the monster buried itself within me and changed me – poisoned me - or maybe I’m some sick psycho, and then after a while I started dreaming of a flayed version of me, and she turned grotesque and messed up, I don’t know. I couldn’t sleep, like at all. I was literally going crazy, and I started seeing this shit in real life, that’s why I started smoking weed. Everything felt so fucking real, and then the headaches started… I killed Billy every night in my dreams Eddie, and after a while… 

…He turned into you. I couldn’t be the reason you died or got hurt Eddie. Just imagining it was enough to drive me crazy, if it actually happened, I had to do – say- something to keep you away, I am so fucking sorry for what I said. None of it was true Eddie, I-“ Her frame relaxed in defeat as she spoke, dropping her eyes from mine like she was expecting me to react in disgust. 

“I’ve made many mistakes, so many that I have to fix for the rest of my life. But you Eddie, are not one of them.” 

The boat swung manically, and the chains rattled off the wall as I sprung up and jumped down onto the creaking floorboards, given that I was probably wanted and being hunted for murder at that very moment, and everything I’d seen and heard in the last twenty-four hours made absolutely no fucking sense, I shouldn’t have been thinking about kissing her. 

But y/n was the person I loved more than anything on the planet, no matter what she said or did to push me away, she’d have to tie me to the heaviest boulder at the bottom of the deepest ocean to keep me away. But I all knew was that she was in pain, and it was all I needed to know, but it was my responsibility to protect her from everything. Ironic since she was the one sitting in a drug dealers boat house trying to save me. 

It didn’t matter what my excuse was because I needed her back in my arms where she belonged and never should have left. The wounds her words on the field had created, screamed in joy as the feeling of her wrapping herself around me as I swept her up and pinned her against the wall, lapped at the festering sores healingly. 

The stale smell of our sweat mixed together but it was the most intoxicating thing I’d ever inhaled as I buried my face against her skin, pressing my lips against anything and everything I could get to. Y/n tightened her legs around my waist, and she tilted her head back, crying out my name as tears sprung to my eyes. 

Fuck, I needed her. 

More than I needed air to breath, my mouth travelled along the soft curve of her neck as she twisted her hands in my hair and my hands tightened on her hips, helping her grind down against me as I moaned into her collar bone. She tugged my head up as her lips searched for mine, moulding to them as we devoured each other. I had never cried from happiness, but the tears swelled over my cheekbones as I crushed y/n to me. I was finally home now, she was home, and no matter how fucked my life got – and it was pretty fucked right now – if I had her, I’d be okay. 

The crackle of static from her pocket made us both jump apart in fright, spurring towards the window before we realised it was just the walkie talkie, I let her down to the ground so she could reach for it, but I kept my arms around her waist and my eyes on hers as she brought it between us. 

‘Stay safe out there tonight guys, we’ll be back as soon as possible. And we’ll figure this out, we always do. Over and out.” Little Henderson’s optimistic voice signed off as silence surrounded us again, we stayed locked in each other’s embrace before y/n reached up with a steady hand to wipe away the fallen tear that betrayed me. 

“It’s going to be okay; I’m going to get you out of this.” Her angelic face moved towards mine purposefully and softly to place one lasting sweet kiss against my lips, when she pulled back her own eyes were glistening with unshed tears as her lips trembled around unsaid words as she stared at me like it was the last time.

 Y/N | March 1986

I sprung up in a panic as Eddie launched himself across the room, crouching behind the dirty window as he peered out into the empty forest beyond. 

“What is it?” I whispered, sitting up further and letting the tarp pool around my waist. His rings strained against his knuckles as he gripped the windowsill, turning to look at me with fresh fear in his face. 

We both jumped a foot high as the door swung open with a loud bang, I let out a frightened scream as Eddie held up his sharp beer bottle that I thought I’d hidden. 

“Jesus.” Eddie let out an annoyed sigh of relief as Max, Robin, Dustin and Steve all sauntered through the door, sheepish grins on their faces all still dressed in yesterday’s clothes. Steve gave us an offhand half wave but I could see the relief under his face that we were still here, and seemingly okay. Robins wicked smile grew as her eyes flicked back and forth between Eddie and I, his crumpled jacket in my hands. 

“Delivery service.” Dustin grinned, holding up a bag of food that surely didn’t hold any nutritional value, I groaned internally as I thought about how nice a hot shower and my bed would be right about now. Eddie let the bottle clatter to the ground with a smash as he lit up and swiped the bag from his hand, jumping down into the boat across from me as I sat up and crossed my legs, pushing my nest of hair back from my face as they others drew up chairs and made themselves comfortable. 

“So we got uh, some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?” Dustin asked as Eddie shoved his hand into a box of honeycomb cereal, shoving a fistful of the food into his mouth before his eyes flicked up to me and he held it out with a half-smile, I returned it with a tired smile of my own and grabbed a handful, bringing it to my lips one piece at a time as I listened. 

“Bad news first, always.” Eddie grumbled through a mouthful of food as he reached to take a swig of his yoo-hoo. 

“Alright bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebo, and they’re definitely looking for you.” I let the cereal tumble through my fingertips as Dustin confirmed what I already knew, but it hadn’t made it easier hearing it out loud. The ghost of Eddie’s smile dropped from his face as his gazed lowered slowly to mine. 

“Also they’re uh, pretty sure you killed Chrissy.” Dustin cringed over the words as my stomach shrunk.  

“Like a hundred percent kind of convinced.” Max butted in before anyone could react. Silence fell between us as whatever slim veil of hope we’d vainly been holding onto, vanished up in smoke and despair filled the air around us. 

“And the good news?” Eddie scoffed, rubbing the knee of his threadbare jeans.  

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet. But if we found out about you, then it’s only a matter of time before others do to. And once that gets out everyone and their shallow minded mother will be gunning for you… and anyone close to you” Robins eyes rested on me, worry raging in them. Eddie voiced my thoughts before I could.  

“Hunt the freak right?” Eddie had his eyes locked on me as rage filled me, I wouldn’t let anyone touch a single hair on his head, I could see the anger in the lines of my face reflected in his wide-doe eyes. 

“Exactly.” Robin agreed.  

“Shit.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he hung his head. 

“Robin.” I snapped, shaking my head at her. The outlook of our situation was pretty bleak, but I didn’t need her feeding into Eddie’s fears. 

“So before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him and prove your innocence.” Steve nodded alongside  Dustin as shrugged his shoulders like he was talking about taking a stroll in a park. 

Eddie wasn’t so easily fooled. “That’s all Dustin? That’s all?” 

“Yeah no, that’s pretty much it.” He shot back. 

“Listen Eddie, I know everything Dustin���s saying sounds totally delusional, but I’m sure y/n told you some stuff last night. We have actually gone through this kinda thing before-“ Eddie cut Robin off as he chewed on his cheek, turning back to look at me as I picked at my raw nail beds. 

“Yeah, y/n filled me in. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.” Eddie gulped and didn’t look convinced at Robin’s reassurance, she glanced at me for back up, I planned on doing everything it took to save Eddie – even if it meant my own life-  but I wasn’t going to lie to him. 

“Well, bottom line is, collectively… I feel like we’ve got this.” Robin smiled and gave a satisfied shake of her head as everyone else spoke up over each other. 

“Theres nothing to worry about.” Dustin waved his hands to get Eddie’s attention as his eyes flung back and forth between Steve, Max and Robin arguing over Demogorgon’s and Russians. Steve scoffed in agreement as Eddie shot them both disbelievingly looks. 

My blood ran cold, and everyone froze for a split second as the inclosing sound of police sirens blared fast and loud before everyone sprang into action. 

“Shit.” Steve muttered, leaning up from the wooden support beam and turning towards the door. 

“Tarp, tarp tarp.” Robin reached down and hastily threw the blue fabric over my back as Eddie launched across the space between us, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me down with him as I quickly spread the tarp out over both of us. 

The sirens blared closer until they quickly passed, speeding off as the sound died in the distance. Steve let out a deep breath and turned back to us, tugging the tarp down to tell us it was all clear. 

“Here, we’re gonna go check that out. Keep the walkie on you, we’ll be in touch. Just – stay here.” He picked up the walkie and tossed it into the boat where it landed against the seat with a clang, swiping his keys and waving his hand for the others to follow. 

“Y/n?” Robin called, turning back when she noticed I made no move to follow them, she raised her brows at me but after a quick glance at Eddie’s face, I knew I couldn’t leave. I doubted I’d even be able to, the thought of not being able to see him so I knew he was alright, choked me. If we were separated I would spend the entire time being worried sick that he’d been found or something worse had happened, plus we didn’t know the whole story about the Vecna thing and if it came after Eddie again, I couldn’t bare to let him face it alone. 

“You’re gonna stay?” Eddie asked shocked as I shook my head at Robin. 

“Always.” I promised, and this time, I meant it. 

It had been hours, more than hours. Days, well, technically just one but I was starving and dramatic. The others had kept us updated with their every move, radioing through on the walkie every few hours, they’d told us about Fred, running into Nancy and what they’d found about Victor Creel. 

I’d had to pass the walkie to Eddie when they radioed last night to tell us about Max and her symptoms of Vecna’s curse and what it meant, my hands had been shaking so bad I kept pressing all the wrong buttons. Eddie wanted for murder and Max on a death countdown? With the group spread thin and wide, things couldn’t get much worse. They were on Max watch, and hadn’t checked in in a few hours, but it was well past dawn now and I was getting angsty, Eddie as usual, was trying to keep me distracted. 

“So… have you thought about where you want to visit first? I mean, once we’re out of this mess.” He was standing at the edge of the hole in the floor beneath the boat, dipping his shoe into the water below and swirling creative patterns. He glanced up to grin at me with a lopsided smile, but his face dropped as he watched mine fall. 

“Eddie, I was telling the truth last night when I said that what happened on the field was because I was trying to keep you safe, but… I’m still not good for you, and you need to stay away from me.” My heart clenched horrifically as I watched a spasm of pain cross his features. Water droplets splashed and stained the dry floorboards as he stormed across them to back me into the wall, slamming his hands against it beside my head as he closed in on me. 

“Tell me I’m not stupid.” He begged. 

“You’re not-“ 

“Tell me that you love me.” He demanded; his eyes were fierce as I struggled to breathe. 

Love

“Please tell me I haven’t been imagining this y/n, if you’re telling the truth and you just said that to keep me safe then tell me that I’m not crazy and you love me.” His gaze searched mine as he bent to my level, forcing to look at him. 

“I don’t-“ My voice caught in my throat as a wave of pain threatened to drown me, after what he had already been through, how could I be selfish enough to keep him close to me and in the constant path of danger?

“Please y/n.” His voice had me tittering on the edge. 

“I can’t-.” I tried to fight back but it was no use. 

“Do you love me?” He pleaded, his dark eyes shining as they flashed between mine. 

God, if my love was a grain of sand, there still wouldn’t be enough in all the oceans of the world.

But still, my words failed me. 

I curled over as a wrecking ball of physical pain floored me, a ringing sounded in my ears as my head felt like it was about to blow apart, in a flash Steve’s voiced echoed in my mind about what they’d discovered about Vecna’s curse. The headaches and the visions, it all matched up. But the timeline of it was off, I’d been having them for months, how was I still alive? 

Eddie’s hands gripped my shoulders as I slowly straightened up, his face contorted in a multitude of emotions as he came to the same realisation. His grip tightened as Dustin’s voice crackled through the walkie in a panic. I stood frozen to the spot as Eddie tore away from me briefly to snatch it up. 

Robins quick voice floated through the machine in a frenzy, her words were a blur as my mind spun in a panic and my stomach turned, the words of ‘Victor Creel’ and ‘Music’ broke through my trance as I watched Eddie’s eyes go wide. Dustin’s rapid panicked response shot back through as Eddie raised the walkie to his lips, his eyes locking onto mine as I reached deep into my jacket pocket to pull out the mixtape he’d made me, had it really only been a few days ago? It felt like a lifetime.

I tightened my grip around my lifeline as my entire body shook. 

“DUSTIN! Play Max’s favourite song now.” 

“What?” 

“I DON’T HAVE TIME TO EXPLAIN! PLAY HER FAVOURITE SONG.”            

I traced soft circles around the pretty patterns Eddie had drawn on the tape as my headache returned ten folds worse and my vision blackened around the edges. 

I was never Eddie’s protector, he was mine. 

Chapter Twelve

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baby i’m yours e.m

Eddie munson x f!sinclair! reader

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warnings: reader is apart of hellfire, she DM’s with eddie, he doesn’t care what the little shits have to say, a little angst, eddie overthinking like he does, smoking, drug use, smut, overstimulation, squirting, praise kink (kinda), unprotected sex (be safe!)

a/n: black!reader gets eddie into michael jackson, argue with the fucking wall + enjoy the read <3

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You sat at your designated lunch table, the hellfire club table. You poked the nasty school lunch with your fork, listening to whatever rant Eddie was on about. You only paid attention when he mentioned something about the meeting tonight.

“What do you mean Lucas can’t make it?” Eddie looked at Dustin and Mike, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. You already figured he wasn’t going to make it, you’re his sister after all but, you weren’t going to be the one to tell your over dramatic boyfriend that. 

“Well, me and Mike asked him about it– he has the championship game going on, we thought we could postpone..” Dustin speaks slowly,  eyes clenched shut, preparing for whatever the club members were going to spit at him. 

You roll your eyes at the yelling that rises from your friends, slamming your hands on the table. “Okay idiots, shut up! Me and Eddie have been working on this campaign for literal months. We can’t postpone, so dumb and dumber, you have the job to find a sub.” The boys looked at each other before looking at you.

“That means go find one! Now, idiots!” You pointed towards the cafeteria door, sending them on their wild goose chase. 

After they surprisingly won the sadistic campaign that you and Eddie drew up, the sub being your little sister Erica, you joined Eddie at his trailer to smoke a well earned joint. 

“Nice job today sweetheart.” He smiled, licking the paper to seal the joint. 

You sit up on your elbows, raising an eyebrow. “At lunch or the campaign?” 

He shrugs, chuckling softly. “Both I guess, without you I wouldn’t have been able to even bring vecna back into the campaign, that idea was all yours.” 

He passes you the lit joint, watching as you take the longest drag he’s ever seen you take, his deep brown eyes widen as you exhale without coughing. “Damn, wouldn’t have taken you as a person with sturdy lungs, princess.” 

You smile, passing it back to him, shrugging your shoulders, almost mockingly. “I smoke as much as I can, the guy I pick up from has this boat house he lets me smoke at, if i’m deeply in need.” 

Eddie stands up,clapping his hands dramatically, mouth wide open. He could be mad that you buy your weed from someone else, instead he’s happily surprised you both buy from the same guy. 

“Reefer Rick! He’s my supplier! Small world angel, small fucking world.” He smiles down at you, kissing your cheek. He’s still unsure how he never knew that you bought your drugs from Rick instead of him, but he’s not mad.

In that moment he remembers why he’s madly in love with you. He loves hanging out with you after school and after Hellfire Club and he promised himself he wouldn’t fall so hard when you started hanging out. Yet, here he is watching you with hearts in his eyes as you ramble on about how you met Rick in the first place. You had the boy completely whipped for you and you knew it.

His daydreaming gets cut terribly short when you remind him you need to be home, he simply nods, grabbing his van keys and leading you out to his beloved car. You usually stay the night at his place but lately you’ve been rushing to go home after every smoke sesh. He’s a bit nervous as to why you never stay out long anymore but he shakes it off, keeping his eyes on the road. 

He didn’t say much on the way to your house, Metallica playing extremely low for Eddie's taste, something he only does when you’re in the car because you can’t stand it when the music is blasting so loud you can’t hear your thoughts. He also doesn’t want to piss off your father by blasting that shit down your block. 

He says goodbye and all when he drops you off but drives home very lost with his thoughts. He doesn’t want to assume that you’re getting sick of him, but with his brain going at one hundred miles an hour constantly, he can’t help but overthink. 

His head is spinning so much that when he gets home, he actually throws up. After he brushes his teeth and strips to his boxers for bed, he glances at the walkie talkie you gave him in case he ‘misses you when you go’. God, he can hear it in your mocking tone, which makes him smile. But, he does actually miss you so he picks the device up and pulls the antenna up. 

“The freak to the princess, do you copy?” When you don’t answer right away he goes to put it back on his nightstand, assuming you went to bed, but at the last second he hears your voice. 

“The princess copies, sorry babe I was washing my face, what’s up?” Your voice was so soft and sweet, like, he could get a toothache from hearing it.

“Just wanted to talk to you, seems like you’ve been rushing to get home lately, is everything cool?” He sits back on his bed, back hitting the poster covered wall behind him, he bites his lip waiting for your answer.

You let out a sigh, sitting at your desk. “My dad’s on one of his warpaths, making sure I’m on track for graduation. He’s okay with us, that's not the problem,  I just have to keep up on school you know?”

He laughs, “I failed twice, I do know princess. And what do you mean by ‘he's okay with us” He says with a slight attitude, like your dad approving of him would have anything to do with you being with him. You weren’t one to listen or follow rules and he knows that. He doesn’t mean to be short with you but his brain was making him think you didn’t want to be with him anymore.

“Oh! He’s okay with us dating and such. He was happy to hear that you’re a good boyfriend, well after Lucas convinced him you weren’t ‘worshiping the devil’ or something like that.” You laughed, and he smiled for a second at the sweet sound, but then he remembers you totally blowing him off lately and his smile falters. If you listened just close enough you could hear his heart shatter, just a little though. He kept his cool though, not wanting to worry you or start a fight. 

“Well, sweetheart, don’t want you to get in trouble for talking to me all night, get some sleep, love you.” He mumbles, waiting for you to say it back to him before turning the walkie off. He doesn’t even fall asleep right away, he just stares off into space. 

The next few weeks were worse than awkward, you would try to plan the next campaign with him and he’d act distant or irritated. He was never like that with you, he had an especially soft spot for you so, you were lost. You desperately needed to know what stick was shoved up your boyfriends ass recently because everytime the other members would ask about the new campaign you couldn’t give them any answers because of the lack of work you’ve actually been doing. Plus, it was making you pissed off that he was acting like this. 

You sat at the abandoned table in the woods with him, trying to figure out his plans for this campaign but he had his walkman on and up all the way. You resorted to ripping his headphones right off, which the long haired boy didn’t react well to. 

“What the fuck?! I was listening to that!” His voice was full of venom, something that you never hear from him, you flinched when he reacted the way he did because he’d never yell, not at you. He didn’t want to be rude, not to you, but he’s fully convinced that you’ve been purposely ditching him which makes him unreasonably pissed off. 

“Okay, Munson. What the hell is your problem? These last few weeks you’ve been acting like I kicked your puppy.” You stood, arms almost flailing with your rant. “What’s your problem? And what the fuck did I do to deserve the shitty attitude lately?”

He sighs, looking at you. “It’s not that I’m trying to be a dick, it’s not that.” 

You furrow your brows, “Then what the hell is your issue? These past few weeks you’ve been incredibly short with me. If I did nothing, what’s up?”

“You’ve been blowing me off and I feel like you’re sick of me.” He sighs, rubbing his face with his hands. When the words leave his lips he now confirms how dramatic he’s being.

You nod, sitting back down, a little confused. “What? Eds, baby, I’m not sick of you. My dad just wants to make sure I’m not out every night. I promise.” You say, taking his hand into yours, your eyes telling him that you’re being genuine. 

He kisses your hand softly, pulling away for a second, “Okay princess I believe you.” He smiles, going back to kissing your hand.

You giggle, pulling your hand away.  “Okay can we please finish the next campaign? Mike is riding my ass about it and I may punch him if he asks about it again.” 

“Yeah let’s get started, sweetheart.” He grabs his notebook and starts jotting down any ideas you give him. 

After you spend about two weeks finishing the campaign, you’ve been so busy with homework that you haven’t had time to go see Eddie, which pains you a little bit. You sit on your bed, fiddling with the walkie wondering if you should try to reach him. You decide against it, putting it down and going back to the homework from today that you’ve barely touched since you got home. 

After you finally finish all of your work your dad stops at your open door, knocking to get your attention. “Me and your mother are going out, watch over Erica for us? Lucas is at Mikes.” 

You nod, smiling, “Of course dad, have a good time.” Once you hear them leave, you check on your sister, who’s doing just fine before going back to your room, you hear your walkie make some noise so you pick it up and pull the antenna out. You assumed it was your brother trying to reach you since he’s been calling you nonstop on the landline.

“Jesus, what do you need now?” You scoff and hear a dramatic gasp that did not belong to your brother. 

“Oh sweetheart, you wound me.” You can see the shit eating grin on Eddie's face, you know him too well.

You chuckle softly as you roll onto your stomach, “Sorry Eds, thought you were Lucas, he’s being a little shit tonight.” 

“Ah got it, I was wondering if you were busy tonight?” He asks with a hopeful twinge to his voice. 

You pout glancing at Erica's room before answering him, “Sorry I’m on Erica duty tonight, Lucas and my parents are out. Did you need somethin’ baby?”

“Oh just your pretty face and about two joints. Haven't met up since Hellfire, so I’ve been missing you a little.” You hear him start his van, probably to get beer or something. 

“I’ve been missing you too, but I can't leave Erica and I still have a shit ton of homework to finish.” You whine, sitting up, starting to pace around your room. 

“Oh honey,” He sighs, “Lady applejack can handle herself for a few hours, can’t she?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice as he sits in his van. 

You bite your lip, walking to Erica's room pushing the door fully open. “Hey Erica, will you be good here alone for a few hours?” You forget that your finger is still on the button, which makes Eddie able to hear everything. 

You anxiously await your sister's answer, watching her turn to look at you. “I’ll be okay alone for fifty dollars.” She holds her hand out, waiting patiently. 

“Fifty dollars? Are you fucking serious, how about thirty?” You negotiate, giving her the stern look your mom would’ve given her. 

She thinks for a moment, tapping her fingers on her leg, “Fine, if mom and dad come home and I have to cover for your ass it goes up to fifty. Got it?” You smile, fishing the money from your pocket and handing it to her. 

“You got it, I’ll take you and Tina to the movies and dinner next week, extra for your kind actions.” You smile, closing her door a little, walking back to your room. You sit on your bed putting the walkie up to your mouth again.

“I’m in the clear Eds, you can come get me.” Your grin hasn’t left your lips as you pull on a hoodie and some different shorts. 

“Oh I heard you angel, you paid an eleven year old thirty bucks to hang out with little old me?” He laughs, almost mocking you. 

“Shut up Munson. Are you almost here? I somehow miss that stupidly handsome face for yours.” You retort, walking down to the living room to wait for him. 

“Oh sweetheart, you know you miss me more than you let on. By the way, I’m already on your block, you were coming with me no matter what Erica said.” He turns the walkie off as he pulls up to your house, you do the same with yours, practically running outside and hopping in his van. 

When you get in you don’t hear the same ‘Metallica’ or ‘Ozzy’ that’s usually playing. Instead you hear Micheal Jackson's, Pretty Young Thing playing softly, you totally forgot your cassette in his van when you left your Walkman a few weeks back. 

You smile softly looking at him. “You’re playing my tape?” You grab his hand that’s not on the steering wheel, kissing his knuckles.

“Um I- yeah, we always listen to my music, so I wanted to switch it up I guess. Plus, Michael’s growin’ on me. How does this one go, honey?” He starts, looking over at you before turning the volume up and singing along terribly, “I want to love you, pretty young thing, you need some lovin’!”

“T.L.C,” You chime in with him, “Tender love and care!” 

“And I’ll take you there, girl, ooh!” You finish together when he pulls up to lovers lake, turning the volume down. 

You laugh, looking into his soft brown eyes as his lips curl up into a smile. “Munson, I never played this one for you, you learned this on your own? For me?” You ask as his hand cups your cheek. 

“It’s pretty catchy, sweetheart. Anything you like, I will most likely love. I’ll love it because you do.” He chuckles, kissing your lips for a second, when he tries pulling away you pull him back into a deeper kiss. 

“I’ve been so busy lately, I need you Eds.” You aren’t even sure what you mean necessarily, but he does. 

“Climb in the back, pretty.” He motions to the back of his van that you decorated with carpet, lights and a few posters. You climb to the back, way more effortlessly than you did the first few dates you had in the back of the van. He follows, laying beside you, running his hand up your thigh. He notices your thigh quiver as his calloused fingers feather up your thigh. 

“Tell me what you want me to do, angel. How can I help?” He whispers in your ear, kissing the skin under it softly. 

You want to speak, you know what you want to say but all that comes out is a quiet whimper, to which Eddie shakes his head at. “I said tell me, did I not? Use your words, sweetheart.” 

You look up at him when he pulls his face away from your neck, you bite your lip before meeting his request for you to vocalize his needs. “I want– I need you to touch me, please?” 

He runs his fingers over your cunt which is covered by a pair of very annoying shorts and panties in his opinion, “So polite, how could I ever resist?” He smirks before taking your shorts and panties down in one go. He gently spreads your legs running his thumb over your clit, making your whole body shudder. He teasingly slips the tip of his fingers in your entrance. 

“So wet and I’ve barely touched you, missed me that bad, princess?” He chuckles, finally slipping his fingers all the way in, curling in a delicious way that makes your back arch in delight. 

“Fuck Eds– please don’t stop.” You moan out needily, moving your hips to meet his fingers. He continues to tease your clit with his thumb, admiring how cute you look under him. He also admires how you clench around his fingers when he thrusts his fingers at his cruel pace. 

He lifts your chin up to look at him with his free hand. “Oh angel,” he starts with a smile completely opposite to how his fingers moved, “I wasn’t planning on it.”

You whimper out incoherent words, already feeling fucked out. Eddie was the only person that made you feel this good. He made your body shake with every orgasm he rips from your body. 

“Eddie please–I’m cumming– fuck!” You nearly shouted as you came around his ring clad fingers, he pulled them out with a smile, putting them to your lips. “Taste yourself baby, c’mon.” He urged, watching you intently as you sucked on his fingers, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Mmm,” You whine in delight after tasting yourself, he takes his fingers out of your mouth, fishing in his pocket for a condom. He sighs when he realizes he didn’t have one, looking at you. “M’sorry princess, I forgot to bring one.”

You sit up a little, looking into his eyes with that look that makes him do almost anything you request. “Cum inside me Eds. I’m on birth control. Please, haven’t felt you inside in ages.”

He groans, fumbling with his belt, eventually getting it off along with his jeans. “Sweetheart, when you ask like that, how could I ever say no?” He smiles, ridding of his boxers and trademark hellfire shirt. He rubs his tip along your entrance, smiling at how needy you sound for him.

“Eddie please, want it so bad, been touchin’ myself thinking about it, please.” You beg and fuck he can’t deny you when you let him in on what you’ve been doing when you can’t see him. He slides his cock in, earning a gasp from you, something Eddie never gets tired of when he fucks you. He grips your hips hard enough to leave marks from his rings. 

He starts off slow and hard, groaning softly. He can’t help but get lost in the sound of your moans every time he thrusts into you. You almost blush at the pornographic sound of your cunt everytime he moves. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, such a pretty pussy all wet f’me hm?” He groans as he leans down to kiss your neck. 

“Mhm, only for you Eds, all yours…” You breathe out as he speeds up, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder so he’s fucking you much deeper than before. 

“Feel how deep I am baby? Tell me how good I’m fucking you baby…” He moans out, sucking multiple marks onto your neck.

“So– fuck– so good baby, fuckin’ me so good.” You pull on his hair, whimpering out nonsense about how close you were, and with that mouth of yours, he was too. 

He’s fucking into you so fast that his van is rocking, he groans, playfully biting your calf. “C’mon baby, cum f’me, wanna see you cum on my cock angel.” He insists, your body spasms and your back arches as you gush around him, leaving his stomach and your thighs wet with your release. 

“Holy fucking shit baby– fuck i’m cumming.” He doesn’t have time to process what just happened before he’s spilling into you with a deep groan. Once you both come down from your euphoric highs, he carefully pulls out, using an extra hellfire shirt to wipe you both off. He helps you get dressed after he does, kissing your shoulders. 

“Did so good, angel. You alright?” He asks, cupping your cheeks in his hands. 

You nod, looking up at him. “Mhm, I'm okay, that was really…good.” You giggle, kissing him quickly. 

“Didn’t know my dick was good enough to make you cum like that though, sweetheart.” He smiles, opening the door to his van and lighting a cigarette. 

You climb out so your standing in between his legs, rolling your eyes at how blunt and cocky he was. “Oh shut up, Munson.” 

“Only if you kiss me, then yes, I will be quiet as a mouse.” He smiles at you as you lean in and kiss him softly. The sweet moment was cut off by your little sister yelling on the walkie. 

“You are in deep shit! I covered for you so well, I want one hundred bucks or I’m telling dad everything!” As you hear your sister shout at you, your eyes widen.

“Shit, I forgot about Erica.” You sigh as Eddie laughs softly. 

You arrive home shortly after Erica's outburst, walking in your house. You saw your parents in the kitchen smiling at you. 

“Was Lucas okay? Erica said you had to go over there.” Your mom spoke softly, you were very conflicted at Erica’s lie, but didn’t blow your cover. 

“Yeah they needed some snacks, It took awhile because the only store open this late was a town over, I brought my walkie so Erica could reach me if she needed me.” You smile, saying goodnight to your parents before walking to your room, shutting your door softly.

You lay on your stomach calling Eddie on the channel he reserved for you. “Edward Munson. You better fucking copy.” 

“The princess beckons?” He asks, toying with his hair.

“Erica's cover worked, but my dad totally caught the hickeys you left.” You whisper yell, you wanted to tell him off in person, but this couldn’t wait. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry baby, but I’m really not.” He chuckles, waiting for your response.

“You’re so lucky I love you Eddie.” You seethe over the walkie, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, yes I am.”

[dailystobin]

hi there! i’m not sure if you take requests or anything of the sort so my apologies in advance for this, if not. but i was rewatching 4x02 the other day and i couldn’t help but notice that in reefer rick’s boathouse, right after eddie releases steve after holding the bottle against his neck, steve is like recovering/catching his breath/whatever and robin is like immediately checking on him to see if he’s okay and looking at him and stuff. and it’s such a small, little, moment, but it made my heart absolutely swell & i would love to see it giffed - to be honest - but again i’m not sure if requests or anything are something you do but - i just thought i’d maybe see? either way thank you in advance & i absolutely love & adore this blog & everything about it & hope you have a lovely day/night/evening!!!

hi no need to apologize, it is a rly sweet moment! one of our members actually giffed it on their main blog here (just reblogged it as well)

and thank u!! <3

[emoflutterguy]

THE FIRST OF APRIL 2057 IS WHEN HE CAN PLAY AGAIN???

lowkey he deserves that..

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Word names - Herbs

A list of word names based on herbs, medicinal, culinary and more! Also includes spices such as pepper and clove. Some may be included in future lists such as ones for vegetables and flowers. Under the cut because there’s a lot! This is my first word name masterpost and if I ever edit it to add new names I’ll reblog myself with the updates so the list can be as complete as possible :3

Basil

Bay

Laurel

Sage

Salvia- The genera of sage.

Clary- a species of sage.

Thyme

Thymus- genera of thyme. Also spelled the same as a body part (a gland).

Coriander

Tarragon

Clove

Nutmeg

Myristica- genera of nutmeg.

Cinnamon

Yarrow

Achillea- genera of yarrow.

Betony

Rosemary

Marjoram

Rue

Fennel

Lavender

Parsley

Cilantro

Allspice

Anise

Cayenne

Pepper

Peppercorn

Piper- genera of pepper.

Cassia

Catnip

Nepeta- genera of catnip. I see you homestucks ur valid

Hyssop

Ginger

Melissa- genera of lemon balm.

Verbena

Aloysia- genera of verbena.

Paprika

Oregano

Savory

Mint

Mentha- genera of mint.

Saffron

Sorrel

Vanilla

Valerian

Artemisia- genera of mugwort, sweet annie, and related plants.

Annatto

Caraway

Chicory

Cicely

Chervil

Chive

Allium- genera of onions and garlic.

Myrtle

Myrtus- genera of myrtle.

Caper

Dill

Juniper (berries are used to flavor gin and rarely used as a spice).

Berry (to go along with juniper and other spices originating from berries).

Jasmine

Lovage

Veronica

Mallow

Althaea- genera of mallow.

Perilla

Sesame

Acacia

Poppy

Passion- as in passion flower.

Passiflora- genera of passion flower.

Camellia

Tea

Arnica

Neem

Vetiver

Echinacea

Ginkgo

Licorice

Ilex- genera of yerba mate, along with other related plants.

Henna

Chamomile

Anthemis- genera of roman chamomile.

Alfalfa

Melaleuca- genera of tea tree.

Moringa

Lotus

Nelumbo- genera of lotus.

Kava

Kanna

Willow

Salix- genera of willow.

Thistle

Silybum- genera of thistle.

Stellaria- genera of chickweed.

Dandelion

Cocoa

Carob

Chia

Celery

Damiana

Heather

Calluna- genera of heather.

Aloe

Comfrey

Patchouli

Myrrh

Stevia

Rose

Rosehip

Matcha

Nettle

Clover

Bryony

Bryonia- genera of bryony.

Calendula

Marigold

Hops

Hibiscus

Rhodiola

Hazel

**The following references psychoactive herbs! As in drugs! Caution!**

Weed- generic, can reference cannabis or not.

Herb- generic, can reference cannabis or not.

Bud- generic, can reference cannabis or not.

Cannabis

Sativa- sativa is also a commonly used name for other unrelated plant species.

Indica

Hemp

Mary Jane

Reefer

Kief- note: this word is derived from Arabic.

Kush- note: this word is named after the Kush mountain range/area.

Dab- not necessarily referring to the cannabis preparation.

Hash- not necessarily referring to the cannabis preparation.

Haze- not necessarily referring to the cannabis subtype.

Diesel- not necessarily referring to the cannabis subtype.

Blunt- not necessarilly referring to the cannabis preparation.

Joint- not necessarily referring to the cannabis preparation.