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Post Prom - Bonus Scene

summary: spending the night at eddie’s house sounded like a really good idea… until you actually had to sleep.

pairing: eddie munson x dwm!reader word count: 2,735 warnings: fluff, new relationship, some suggestive dialogue, but nothing crazy

a/n: I'm still technically on a break from DWM, but @copycatkillerfics got me thinking about "Post Prom" again, so I pulled this deleted scene out of my scrap folder and polished it up as best as I could.

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When Eddie came inside and returned to his bedroom, he was instantly struck speechless.

He had fantasized about this exact moment countless times, in dreams so vivid they made reality feel like an unending, unbearable nightmare, but that did little to prepare him for the rush of emotions he felt when he saw you standing across the room in his Megadeth shirt.

A very good choice, Eddie thought, gratified, but honestly, between Slayer and Megadeth, there was no wrong answer. You could have chosen either shirt, and it would have fit just as perfectly as the other. Almost like they were meant for you. Like when Eddie found those shirts hiding inside a cardboard box in Reefer Rick’s garage last summer, when he tried to haggle for a good price and Rick said he could just take ‘em, when Eddie drove home, grinning, feeling like he’d just won the lottery, part of him always knew you’d be wearing one of those shirts someday.

And this sweet, serendipitous feeling caught Eddie a little off guard… but not as much as he thought it would. Frankly, he expected to be dumbstruck by the sight of you. He expected to step back, shake his head, and think, Holy shit, this is really happening, isn't it? But when he walked through that door, all he felt was this wonderful sense of wholeness.

After years and years of waiting, you two were finally exactly where you were supposed to be.

Eddie leaned against the doorframe and observed you for a minute, unwilling to disturb you, afraid that if he spoke or moved in the slightest, this perfect moment would ripple away like a mirage. Meanwhile, you stood with your back to him the entire time, preoccupied with all the clutter on his desk. You weren’t snooping, though. No, you were just learning more about him, browsing through all of his junk like they were tiny sculptures in a fine art exhibit, handling each object so carefully, like you were scared you might break it. Watching you do this, Eddie couldn’t help but smile.

That’s when you glanced over your shoulder and caught him staring at you with gentle, adoring eyes. Instantly, you felt your face flush and your heart beat a little faster. It was embarrassing to be standing in front of Eddie while wearing his clothes. Even more embarrassing was how long it took you to put them on.

You spent the first three minutes glaring at them from across the room, thinking (and you hated yourself for thinking this), What if they don’t fit? It was such a silly thought; you even laughed when it popped into your head. You weren’t that ugly, miserable twelve-year-old girl anymore, yet here you were, slipping back into those same bad habits: obsessing over whether or not certain clothes would fit you, changing with your back to the mirror because you were too disgusted to look at yourself. It took you two whole minutes to convince yourself to turn around, and when you finally did, you were overwhelmed by this sudden surge of… joy? Relief? Those didn’t seem like strong enough words to describe it, but whatever that emotion was, it made you tear up as soon as you saw your reflection in the mirror. Then you spent another five minutes just looking at yourself with the goofiest, giddiest smile, mesmerized by how perfectly Eddie’s clothes fit you, how naturally they fit you. You felt stupid for even doubting it.

To be standing in front of Eddie now, though, to have him staring at you so deeply… well, that made you feel self-conscious in a completely different way. You had to break his gaze and turn away for a second to regain your composure.

As you did, you noticed a plastic skull sitting on top of Eddie’s desk, half covered by an old denim jacket, and your eyes widened with recognition. You picked it up and spun around to face him.

“You know, sir,” you said while smugly showing off your latest find, “there’s a production of Hamlet that’s been missing this for about three months now.”

“Yeah…” Eddie replied guiltily, holding in a laugh. “But it’s not technically stealing. Mr. Carlson and I have an agreement, you see. He agrees to let me raid his prop room for my campaigns, and I agree to not crash his dress rehearsals.” He punctuated this with a self-amused grin, like he was so terribly clever.

Rolling your eyes, you said, “Just admit you wanna be in theater, already.”

He returned your teasing smile with one of his own. “Pretty sure I just like bothering the girl in theater."

Your face fell and warm blood flooded your cheeks. As the color deepened, you shyly tucked your chin into your chest and looked away. To Eddie, this was a sweet and irresistibly feminine gesture, its charm highlighted by your stubborn denial of its existence. You raised your chin proudly, as if nothing had happened, and placed the skull back on the desk.

While your back was to him, Eddie said, “Hey, how come you never try out for anything?”

The question made you pause, but only for a second. “Because I prefer to stay in the background and mock everyone.”

“Oh…” he said, “so it has nothing to do with your fear of public speaking?”

“Nope,” you said, and turned around. Eddie was looking at you with a skeptical frown, his dark eyes probing but patient. Frustratingly patient. He already knew the truth, but he wasn’t going to force you to admit it when you clearly weren’t ready. “I suppose I should be more like you, huh? Turn a simple English reading into a dramatic stage performance?”

“Well, no one else was committed. I had to do something.”

“Yeah, but did you really have to walk on top of the desks?”

“Uhh, yes,” he said, and you both laughed. “Besides, whose desk did I always end up on?”

The answer caught you both by surprise:

“Mine,” you whispered, and then you both went quiet for a minute, reflecting on all those little moments that now seemed much more meaningful than they initially appeared.

“You know what’s weird?” Eddie said. “I don’t even think I knew what I was doing at the time. In fact, I know I didn’t. Believe me, it’s not like I was trying to seek you out or anything. I wanted nothing to do with you, but my body just sorta moved on its own, like muscle memory or something. And I’d look down and there you were, staring back at me.” He flashed a bittersweet smile that made your heart ache. “Then, of course, you’d shove me really hard and I’d fall off the desk and almost break my neck.”

You smirked. “Well, your foot was on my notebook.”

“Mmm, I think you just wanted to touch me.”

“No, I think I wanted you off my desk,” you said, but there was no denying a small part of you had enjoyed it. Back then, you relished even the briefest touch. They were so rare, practically nonexistent. “I wasn’t really aware of it either, to be honest. I mean, I think there might’ve been a couple times where I thought maybe… but, I dunno, I guess I just didn’t wanna get my hopes up.”

Eddie frowned. “Yeah, well… I guess we were both pretty oblivious.”

“You especially,” you said, simpering at him, “you know, considering I made it annoyingly obvious that I was obsessed with you back in middle school. Seriously, how did you not figure it out? Everyone knew except you… well, you and Gareth, but that kid lives on another planet. He never knows what’s going on.”

Eddie chuckled bashfully. “Y’know, when I think back on it now, it was really obvious, but I swear I had no idea at the time. I definitely should’ve known, though. I mean, you sat outside the school every day, waiting for a chance to talk to me.”

“And some days I had to wait a really long time. In the rain and the snow. I was freezing my ass off.”

That brought a small smile to Eddie’s face. “Well, you don’t have to wait anymore.”

“Yeah,” you replied softly, and let that sink in for a moment.

You didn’t have to wait anymore. After six long years, your suffering was finally over. Thank goodness.

“Are you ready for bed now?” Eddie asked.

“Yes,” you answered, shivering a little.

While he closed the door and walked to the other side of the room, you climbed onto the bed and started crawling toward the middle. As soon as your palms touched down and your right knee sank into the mattress, you froze, looked up at the pillows, and thought with a sudden flush of excitement, Oh my god, we’re gonna be sharing the same bed. How the hell am I supposed to sleep tonight?

Nervously, you dragged your limbs a little further, rolled over to a sitting position, and scooted your hips back a bit more. When you looked up, Eddie was rubbing his face and staring at the bed with a gravely conflicted expression.

“What?” you said.

“Nothing,” he answered. “I’m just not sure how to go about this.”

“What do you mean?” you said. “Just do what you always do.”

“… yeah, I don’t think I should…”

“Why?” you asked, grimacing. “Do you sleep nude or something?”

“No, it’s just…” He scratched under his chin pensively. “I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

Eddie gave you a pleading look, like you were supposed to read his mind and instantly know what great conundrum was plaguing him. Unfortunately, you weren’t that far into your relationship yet, so you were lost in the dark.

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted. “Just sleep how you normally do.”

“Okay…” Eddie said with a cautionary tone. Then he crossed his arms in front of him and grabbed the bottom of his shirt with both hands.

Your entire upper body flinched with surprise. Eddie was taking off his shirt right in front of you. Were you supposed to act all coy and innocent? Avert your eyes? Blush and cover your face? Look up awkwardly at the ceiling and whistle “Yankee Doodle” until the coast was clear? You’d never seen Eddie shirtless before. Naturally, you were a little curious. But was that okay? Was it ladylike to look? To actually want to look? Mrs. Cunningham would have said, Absolutely not, young lady. Now you go sit in the corner and pray those sinful thoughts away, but screw that! You weren’t a kid. This wasn’t sex ed (which Mrs. Cunningham did not let her daughter attend because it went against her religious values, and then she banished you from the house for like three days because she thought you were “unclean” and you would tell Chrissy everything… even though you already had, literally as soon as you got out of class). Why should you feel embarrassed? If you wanted to watch Eddie take off his shirt, you were going to without feeling any shame.

So you did watch, respectfully.

You watched him bunch up the fabric until his entire torso was exposed. Admittedly, you blushed a tiny bit when you noticed the faint line of hair that trailed down his belly button and disappeared under the waistband of his jeans. You weren’t searching for it; it was just there. But you kept your cool. You stayed calm. Even while your stomach fluttered and flopped, even while Eddie’s muscles flexed gorgeously as he rolled the shirt over his shoulders and pulled it over his neck, his head, while he dragged it off his arms and let it fall to the floor, you stayed perfectly calm. Yeah, up until that point, you had been doing very well.

But then, god dammit, you saw the tattoos on his chest and devolved into a horny monster of a girl.

God, I wish we had condoms right now.

“Yeah, me too,” Eddie said, cracking a smirk.

That’s when it hit you:

“Oh my god!” You gasped and clapped your hands over your mouth. “Did I just say that out loud?”

“Yeah, you did,” Eddie replied, unblushing, now standing before you with a full-on grin. “And thank you, by the way. Glad to know I’m not the only one struggling here.”

Yeah, you were struggling, all right. Struggling to hide your embarrassment. Succumbing to it, you drew in both your legs, grabbed a fistful of Eddie’s blanket, and buried your blushing face against it. “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled, “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Eddie asked, bemused. “If I saw you topless, I’m pretty sure my jaw would be on the floor right now.”

You seriously doubted that. “Eh, they’re not that impressive,” you muttered, and Eddie’s brow wrinkled with utter bewilderment.

“Uhh… I humbly disagree,” he said, “and to avoid sounding like a total creep, I’m gonna leave it at that.”

That made your face flare up again. Emboldened by his words, you poked your head out and said with a kittenish look, “So you’ve been checking me out, huh?”

“Oh, constantly,” Eddie replied with a playful, unabashed smile, setting your warm cheeks ablaze. This time, however, you didn’t hide your face or look away. You wanted to, but Eddie’s deep brown eyes held you captive. Like two beautiful black holes, they sucked you right in and you got lost in them, hypnotized, while he slowly undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, pushed them down, and kicked them away. A flicker of desire twitched through him. Your eyes fell and your breath hitched in your throat.

With a long, tortured sigh, Eddie said, “We really didn’t think this through, did we?”

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head, and Eddie's face scrunched up with indecision.

“Do you want me to just take you home?” he asked. “I don’t want you to feel weird and not be able to sleep.”

“I’ll be able to sleep,” you said. “Yeah, I’m one of those people who can sleep anywhere, so you don’t have to worry about me.”

That was actually a lie, but…

“Look, I really don’t want you to take me home,” you said, wincing as you heard the fragility in your voice. God, you felt so pathetic. You hugged your knees to your chest and laid your forehead on top of them. “I swear I’m not gonna be one of those annoying, clingy girlfriends or anything. It’s just… I’ve had to go years without you, Eddie, and right now the thought of leaving you just cripples me. I don’t… yeah, I don’t really how to explain it.”

Reluctantly, you lifted your head and saw Eddie staring at you with a soft, empathetic smile

“You don’t have to explain,” he said. “I get it.”

He flipped the wall switch and the bedroom slipped into darkness, the covered windows glowing with a soft, silver light. Your heart was pounding with anticipation as you watched Eddie cross the room and climb into bed. He came toward you slowly, wrapped his hands around your ankles, and tugged on them gently, dragging your feet across the mattress, extending your bent legs one by one.

“You can be clingy if you want,” he whispered in the dark. “I don’t mind.”

Eddie moved closer, planted his palms on either side of your hips, and hovered over you. Speechless, you raised your eyes to meet his. As you did, he leaned down, tilted his head, and captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that made your thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. You closed your eyes and surrendered to him. Pleasure prickled up your spine. Goosebumps broke feverishly across your skin. Timidly, you lifted your hand to his bare chest and began tracing your fingers over his tattoos. Eddie shuddered at your touch, pulled away, and let out a low groan.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. "Are my hands cold?"

“No,” Eddie answered contentedly. “I just, uhh…” He laughed under his breath. “I dunno how I’m gonna be able to sleep tonight.”

“Me either,” you confessed quietly, smiling at him. “This was a really bad idea.”

“Oh, it was a terrible idea.” He placed a quick kiss on your lips and drew back with a smile. “Now move over, crazy, you’re in my spot.”

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“perdify” by @peeterparkr (tom holland x reader) (21 chapters) - tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young. however you happened to be best friends with the twins. when one of your friends challenged you to break tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you. old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies.

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“sweetener” by @keepingupwiththeparkers (tom holland x reader) (25 chapters) - okay, so maybe lecture hall proximity and roast calibre weren��t the only reasons for your frequent visits to this particular coffee shop. maybe there was a certain brown eyed brunette who worked there, and maybe he always gave you two stamps on your loyalty card instead of one, and maybe you liked watching his back muscles shift under his stupidly tight t-shirt while he pumped sweet vanilla syrup into your cup. maybe.

“adventure of a lifetime” by @hollandsosterfield (tom holland x reader – tarzan au) - when tom’s parents’s boat ran aground on an island during a storm, his parents thought their baby was dead. they were able to leave the island, but little tom was trapped on the island until a gorile mother saved his life and took him under her wing. he grew up with gorillas, learned their lifestyle, it was like second nature until he met you. when you wants to leave the island to visit another one, tom have to choose between his adoptive animal family and this civilized world he dreams of discovering and the girl he’s falling for.

“remember when” by @h-osterfield (neighbor!tom holland x reader) (16 chapters) - tom holland used to be your friend. he was your first crush, your first kiss and your first heartbreak when everything started to fall apart. three years later, the two of you still live next to each other. what happens when he sees you coming home with puffy eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks? will he continue to act like he hates you or will he try to fix his mistakes?

“blow a kiss, fire a gun” by @hollandroos (mob!tom holland x reader) (20 chapters) - tom holland, leader of a notorious mob and someone with absolutely no time for love and relationships. he's cold, arrogant and yeah, has a lot on his plate.so what happens when he gets shoved into a deal that includes getting married to a girl he's only ever seen in photos? a girl that has no idea about the deal until the day of the signing at that and most importantly- a girl that likes to press his buttons and isn't intimidated by the gun on his hip.

“run to me” by @hollandroos (mob!tom holland x reader) (sequel to “blow a kiss, fire a gun”) (20 chapters) - you and tom are still dealing with the events from five years ago. however, some wounds are still fresher then others. tom is still running the mob, living as dangerously as ever with very large regrets and you’re living a more settled life- though, that may be an understatement.

“clear” by @peeterparkr (surfer!tom holland x reader – fake dating au) (20 chapters) - y/n is in town for summer, she wants the sea to wash away the pains of the past, however when a certain surfer comes into her life, the remaining salt might not decant, but maybe some sweet surprises might come to shore

“dog days” by @waitimcomingtoo (single dad!tom holland x vet!reader) (2 chapters) - tessa is sick and you comfort toms son

“heart like yours” by @mcuspidey-archive (boxer!tom holland x artist!osterfield!reader) - an underground fighter, caught up in his own world of darkness and his best friend’s sister, an artist who radiates color. she’s the light he’s always needed but doesn’t want to admit it and maybe she shouldn’t love him. because a heart of gold deserves better than one drenched in poison.

“not like us” by @blissfulparker (frat!tom holland x reader) (2 chapters) - you over hear some things tom said to harrison and it turns out your relationship has been something tom doesn’t want the rest of the world to see.

“night of our lives” by @ijustreallylovezebras (ringmaster!tom holland x animal trainer!reader – circus au) (3 chapters) - she’s an animal trainer, he’s the ringmaster, he doesn’t understand her

“the grand spectacle” by @hollandroos (ringmaster!tom holland x trapeze artist!reader – circus au) (8 chapters) - you’re a runaway and tom offers to take you under his wing as long as he can teach you trapeze and make you an act in his circus. he doesn’t question why exactly you ran away, that is until he notices a few strange habits you possess.

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"meet me on the football field" by @dysfunctionalcrab (character!dreamwastaken x reader - dream smp - high school au) (10 chapters) - you were always the invisible one at school. the one who would sit alone at lunch time and go unnoticed, until you were partnered with dream, your schools football captain, for a chemistry project. suddenly everything changes for you. for once, you’re the one everybody has their eye on.

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Almost Lover: Part 5 - Xavier Plympton Imagine

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Y/N almost jumped out of her skin when Brooke came rushing through the front door, covered in mud and screaming bloody murder.

“He’s trying to kill me! It was Mr Jingles, it was him!” Brooke cried, as she ran over to the back door to lock it.

Y/N gulped as Trevor, a crowbar in hand and Chet bravely made their way to the front door and ripped it open.

“No, no! He’s right outside!” Brooke screamed, as the boys leaned out and looked around.

“I don’t see anything. There’s nobody out here!” Trevor exclaimed, as he shon his light towards the forest.

“Jesus...” Y/N mumbled, breathing a sigh of relief.

It was then that she realised at some point she must have grabbed Xavier’s hand, as she felt his warm palm against her own. Xavier seemed to recognise this as well, as he quickly pulled his hand away, much to Y/N’s disappointment.

“Are you sure it was Mr Jingles?” Ray inquired, clearly not believing Brooke.

“Hasn’t he been locked up since like the 70’s?” Xavier pointed out.

“I know it was him. He murdered the hiker and cut off his ear” Brooke told them, as Y/N grimaced.

“C’mon then, let’s go” Y/N announced, picking up a flashlight.

“What?” Xavier frowned, as everyone turned to look at Y/N.

“There’s only one way to know if there’s really a murderer stalking the camp or if Brooke’s just lost her mind...no offence, Brooke” Y/N explained.

“A little offence taken” Brooke mummured, crossing her arms.

“You can’t be serious! It’s too dangerous” Xavier insisted.

“Chet will come with me, won’t you Chet?” Y/N exclaimed, turning to the man, who’s eyes widened.

“Uh...yeah?” Chet replied, gulping when he saw Xavier’s angry expression.

“I never said I wouldn’t come...I just said it was dangerous” Xavier pouted.

“C’mon blondie, you can hold my hand if you get really scared” Y/N teased, as she grabbed his arm and began to drag him after her.

Xavier rolled his eyes fondly, feeling much less afraid than he had moments before. With a sigh, the others began to follow them, not wanting to split up the group.

No one was surprised when they went to medical and found no dead hiker or killer lurking in the shadows. But Y/N couldn’t help but feel unerved, remembering the jingling keys she had heard earlier. While the other girls all slept soundly, Y/N found herself tossing and turning for hours. So she did what she always did when she couldn’t sleep. She found Xavier on the couch, and laid her head down on his lap, as he began stroking her hair softly. He placed his hand against her shoulder, bringing her closer to him as he remembered all the times they had had stayed in the position.

“So, what’s going on with you two?” Trevor inquired, as Y/N pretended to be asleep.

“What do you mean?” Xavier frowned.

“I mean your not just friends, right?” Trevor clarified, as Xavier’s fingers stilled against Y/N’s hair.

“We’re not just friends. She’s my best friend” Xavier retorted.

“That’s bullshit. You have a serious heart boner for her, man. It’s obvious” Trevor pointed out, as Xavier’s eyes widened.

“Hey, not so loud” Xavier hushed, as he looked down to check Y/N was still sleeping.

“Don’t bother, Trevor. They’ve been running around each other for years” Chet informed him.

“Look even if I did like Y/N, which I’m not saying I do!...It’s never going to happen” Xavier shook his head.

“Why not?” Trevor queried.

“She’s eighteen. She’s too young for me” Xavier insisted.

“That’s barely a five year age difference. I’ve fucked girls younger than her” Ray shrugged, as everyone turned to look at him.

“Ew, dude” Chet grimaced.

“She’s only just finished school. It’d be wrong for me to make a move” Xavier sighed.

“Well I guess it won’t matter for much longer anyway” Trevor stated, as he took a sip of his beer.

“Why’d you say that?” Xavier frowned.

“She’s leaving for college, right? She’ll move on pretty quickly” Trevor suggested, hiding a smirk, as he saw Xavier’s sad expression.

Y/N tried to keep as still as possible, and not give away she had been awake the whole time. Xavier liked her?

Y/N was barely paying attention as Brooke started to freak out about the murder of the gas attendant they had met earlier in the day. Her mind was running at a mile a minute, going over what Xavier had said. Did he really like her? Was her age the only thing that was keeping them apart?

“Oh my god. He’s coming after me” Brooke panicked.

“And this is a different killer from the killer on the phone? The one with the keys?” Xavier mocked her, as the other all laughed.

A spiteful part of Y/N couldn’t help but be happy that Xavier’s interest in Brooke seemed to be dwindling by the second.

“I’m not making this up!” Brooke insisted.

“Boys and girls together after dark” A voice boomed from behind Y/N, who jumped at the sound.

“God, don’t do that!” Y/N exclaimed, clutching at her heart.

“Don’t blaspheme!” Margaret scolded her, as Y/N rolled her eyes.

Y/N found herself zoning out as usual as Margaret began to preach. The woman seriously liked the sound of her own voice, Y/N thought to herself. Before she knew it, the boys were being ushered out of the room, meaning Y/N still hadn’t got a chance to talk to Xavier on his own.

“Are you going to make us pray the boners away?” Xavier mocked, as he walked towards the door.

“A clean body is a clean mind. How many times do I have to go over the rules? Boys shower at night, no exceptions. Now go wash the filfth off so you can wake up clean and pure for morning prayer” Margaret ordered, snatching the beer out of his hand.

“She is seriously nuts” Y/N mumbled, as Xavier and Margaret left the cabin.

“Margaret has got to get laid otherwise it’s going to be a long summer” Montana joked, as Y/N laughed.

“Speaking of getting laid, I’m sneaking out. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” Y/N winked at Montana, who looked impressed.

“Go get that dick, Y/N!” Montana cheered her on, as Y/N grinned, and quielty opened the back door, running off into the night.

Y/N was confused when she saw Xavier walking away from the rest of the boys. It seemed like he was walking back to the cabin, when suddenly someone grabbed him and pulled him into the bushes. Y/N was about to jump forward to help Xavier, when he seemed to recognise who had attacked him. He followed a middle aged man towards an expensive looking car, not seeming particularly distressed. Y/N hid in the shadows, trying to make out what was happening in the car, when Xavier suddenly stormed out. The man grabbed him by the neck and pulled him to the ground, rolling on top of him.

“Hey!” Y/N screamed, as she ran forward and lunged at the man.

She dragged him off of Xavier, and punched the man squarely in jaw, sending him onto his back. She cried out as she held her fist to her chest, which was now painfully throbbing.

“What the hell is going on?” Y/N questioned, as she rushed over to Xavier and helped him sit up.

“It’s a long story” Xavier sighed.

“You little bitch-” The man growled, as he wiped blood off his lip.

“Wait, Blake! What if I said I had someone better to replace me? Bigger, way bigger” Xavier exclaimed, as he pushed himself in front of Y/N protectively.

“Where?” Blake inquired, as stood up.

“The showers...I’ll show you” Xavier answered, as Blake nodded.

“Lead the way” He announced, as Xavier pushed himself to his feet.

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what this is all about!” Y/N insisted, as she grabbed his arm.

“I’ll tell you on the way. C’mon, trust me” Xavier pleaded, as he held out his hand for her to take.

“You know I do” Y/N sighed, as she placed her hand in his own, and he pulled her upright.

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒

This Chapter is NOT the final chapter - I needed to split it in two because else would've gotten too long, so Chapter 16 will be the final chapter of this series. I hope you enjoy it! - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Eddie Munson x female reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than you’d thought: Evil…and love. The story is told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending (I PROMISE!!!), fluff, smut, it turned into a fix it fic for ST4

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (you need to be 18+ to read this story!), angst with a happy ending, attempted assault, bullying, canon-typical violence

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 | ~40 minutes

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | spiders, canon-typical gore & violence, blood

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕 ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑 ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒

[Thursday, March 28th, 1986.

ONE MINUTE AFTER MIDNIGHT.]

Silence.

There was only silence in the world around you, frozen in time.

Where the tune of Eddie’s heartbeat should have been thrumming against your ear.

Silence, broken only by the soft rustling sound of a thousand wings in the air as the swarm of bats continued their circular flight around you and Eddie.

With your eyes closed, it almost sounded like the wind rustling the leaves in the crowns of the trees around the clearing, the day Eddie had danced with you to the tunes of I Remember You. The day he’d almost kissed you. Sunshine painting streaks of caramel in his chocolate-colored curls, making his umber eyes glitter, the warmth of a thousand suns shining within them as he’d gazed at you.

Take me, too, you wanted to scream at the bats. Why don’t you take me, too?

Because Vecna didn’t want you to die. He knew that you living while Eddie wasn’t, your heart beating while the melody of his had forever been muted, was the cruelest fate he could have chosen for you, the perfect punishment.

The day the Mind Flayer – Vecna – had gotten you, at the old steel mill, the darkness possessing your body, numbing your muscles and senses and mind, was nothing compared to what you were feeling right now, curled up against Eddie’s side, your head resting on the spot below his collarbone, his blood still warm as it soaked your hair and mingled with your tears.

Agony and numbness. An eternal, abysmal ocean of it, drowning you within.

As the numbness spread through your body and soul, the black mist of the powers you’d stolen from Vecna nestling closer against your mind like a cat sensing your distress, so powerful yet so powerless against the force that was death itself, you pressed your face into the crook of Eddie’s neck, the side where the bats hadn’t ripped away his skin with their teeth, and wept your silent tears into his soft curls tickling your cheeks.

Your fingers brushed against the soft silk of your green ribbon still tied around Eddie’s wrist.

Taking you back to the moment your path had crossed Eddie Munson’s for the first time.

[Friday, September 2nd, 1983. THEN.]

You were nervous. So, so very nervous.

It was a game day – your first game day as a cheerleader, and the whole day had felt as if someone had strapped your nerves onto a never-ending roller coaster ride.

Hawkins High had turned into a sea of green and orange and white, like every game day. you were wearing your cheerleader uniform for the first time.

The effect had been instant.

People had been smiling at you in the hallways. Some you’d never talked or even seen before had greeted you by your name in passing – and when Stacey Campbell had passed you by without batting an eye, without a single malicious word, without shoving her elbow in your ribs or pushing you aside, the little green skirt and matching top of the Tigers cheer uniform like battle armor turning you invincible, the bullied little middle school girl inside had taken a few moments to realize nobody was ever going to lock you up in a supply closet ever again.

By the time you entered the cafeteria and plopped down at the table Nance and Barb were already lounging at, your gaze flitted to Nancy, who was wearing the most non-Nancy outfit you’d ever seen her in – she’d donned a Hawkins Tigers shirt, and a green-and orange ribbon was holding her chocolate-colored hair in a high ponytail.

“King Steve Harrington has asked her out on a date tonight after the game,” Barb explained with a smirk, and Nancy’s beam widened

“You look stunning,” Nancy grinned, giving you a once-over.

“Wait – Steve Harrington,” you echoed, “The Steve Harrington?”

“How many Steve Harringtons do we know?”, Barb chuckled, taking a swig of her apple juice. “Which means Nance is going to be a princess.”

You placed your elbows on the table, leaning a little closer towards Nancy, the euphoria you’d felt moments ago replaced by worry as you followed your friend’s surreptitious gaze over to the table where the basketball team had assembled – to Steve Harrington, the team’s captain, who was currently busy raking a hand through his admittedly luscious curls, before you said, “Nance…you know Steve is a…”

“Womanizer?”, Barb suggested. “I already told her.”

Nancy’s dreamy expression vanished as she met your stern gaze.

“He was with Becky Brown last week,” you said, “And with Amy Miller the week before.”

“Don’t forget Hannah –“

“I get it,” Nancy interrupted Barb’s interjection. “I get it, okay? But I think he really likes me.”

“Until he got in your pants and moves on to the next nudge in his belt,” Barb said.

“Listen,” you said softly, placing your hand over Nancy’s on the table, “We’re not trying to talk you out of dating him –“

“Yes, we are.”

You threw Barb a warning sideways glance, who gave you a little shrug.

“We just want you to be careful, Nance. That’s all. Just be careful, okay?”

There was a beat of silence, before Nancy gave you a little nod, and the smile returned to her face – albeit less radiant than before and a little frayed at the edges – before she exchanged a glace with Barb and said, “We got something for you.”

“For me?”

“Just a little something. It’s your big day, after all.”

With a smile, Barb pulled something from her backpack, placing it on the table in front of you. It was a little box of robins-egg blue velvet, just the size to fit into your palm.

“Open it,” Nancy urged with a smile, and you obliged – and your own smile widened as you opened the box’s lid and your eyes fell on the thing inside.

Nestled on tissue paper, there was a hair ribbon, the soft green silk a color of the most vibrant dark green. Much prettier than the standard-issue scrunchie of the cheerleading uniform holding your hair back right now.

“We thought it would be nice, for you to have a little lucky charm,” Barb smiled as you let out a little squeal, already jumping from your seat to hug your friends.

“Want me to help tie it into your hair?”, Nancy grinned, and you gave a happy little nod, already moving to pull the scrunchie from your hair as Nancy shuffled in her seat beside you, gesturing for you to turn your back to her.

When she was busy tying the ribbon into your hair, your gaze scanned the crowd in the cafeteria, and a little laugh bubbled from your lips. “I can’t believe it. Nance is going on a date with Steve the Hair Harrington himself and I’m an actual cheerleader.”

“I’ll stay the nerd who makes sure you both keep your feet on the ground,” Barb chuckled, righting her glasses, “So you won’t forget to stay humble with all your newfound fame.”

“Done,” Nancy announced, and you turned to look at your friends.

“How do I look?”

“Like the most beautiful cheerleader to ever have graced these sacred halls,” Barb winked, and you struck a little pose to make them both giggle, before your face turned serious again.

Freshman year had been calm, uneventful. Peaceful. But sophomore year…

Just like the September sun shining outside was losing some of its summer-brightness, the late-summer air already laced with a cool breeze as the first leaves in the patch of woods behind the sports field were changing their vibrant green into shades of yellow already, you could feel change in the air.

As if something was going to end.

Childhood, maybe.

And all of a sudden, you were scared to lose them, those two girls you’d grown up alongside, sisters more than best friends at this point. That the tides of life would pull you apart, send you afloat on different routes like pieces of flotsam to carry each of you to shores too far apart from another to ever cross the ocean opening up between them.

“Let’s make a promise,” you said suddenly, “That no matter what happens, we’ll stay together.”

“You really know how to be optimistic,” Barb quipped, “Not very cheerful of you.”

“I mean it,” you pressed, stretching out your hand into the middle of the table, “Pinkie-swear. None of us gets left behind. No drifting apart. Not for a guy, not for anything. We’ll stay together, whatever happens. Okay?”

“Promise,” Nancy said with a smile, hooking her pinkie around yours, Barb joining in with a soft grin of her own, “I don’t plan on going anywhere.”

“Eighty-three,” you grinned. “It’s going to be our year. I can feel it.”

For a heartbeat, the three of you stayed like this, pinkies hooked.

Then, your stomach rumbled.

“Okay, I should get my lunch,” you announced, getting up from the table.

There was no line anymore at the serving counter, and even the cafeteria woman smiled at you when she placed the lunch on your tray, and your smile widened at the sight of the bowl of strawberry Jell-O for dessert. Your favorite.

With feathery steps, you returned to your table, the lunch tray in your hands, as you felt the tug of your new silk ribbon loosening, your hair coming lose, and the tray clutched in your hands you froze mid-movement to whirl around and scan the ground for the ribbon – as someone bumped into you. Hard.

And the tray was pushed against your chest, peas raining all around you like confetti and strawberry Jell-O spilling all over the shirt of your cheerleading uniform as you let out a startled gasp.

For a few heartbeats, you stayed frozen in place, staring down at the huge red stain of Jell-O decorating the once white fabric of the shirt of your brand-new cheerleader uniform, right at the center.

Your head snapped up, meeting a pair of startled brown eyes.

“Shit,” the guy breathed.

In the sea of orange and green and white, he stood out like a black sheep among a flock of white ones – though he would have stood out anywhere even on a regular school day.

He was clad in black. Black ripped jeans, black shirt, the name on it that of a band you’d never heard of, flashing out from beneath the lapels of his black leather jacket – and his hair was so long that it spilled over his shoulders, a mess of wild dark curls brushing his collarbones, curly bangs falling into his forehead to frame his pale face, his features caught in a mask of silent dread as he stared back at you with the most stunning eyes you’d ever seen.

They were a dark brown, like burnt sugar, or whiskey; and wide with shock.

“I’m – sorry,” he said, the softness in his voice and the shock on his face not matching the menacing exterior.

He was…handsome.

In that strange, roughed up way.

You wondered how you’d never noticed him before. Probably because you were a sophomore and he was…a junior? Or a senior, even? But still, with a look like that, you’d have definitely remembered if you’d seen him before.

And he was obviously waiting for you to say something.

“It’s okay,” you breathed, a slow smile tucking at your lips to your own surprise, “I was thinking the shirt could use a bit more color.”

And the shock vanished from the guy’s face before his lips curved into a timid, surprised smile.

It was the most radiant smile you’d ever seen – and your heart did a weird little somersault in your chest. It felt like that feeling in a roller-coaster, right before the drop.

Feeling warmth creep into your cheeks, you grabbed the tray with your spilt lunch a little harder and turned to go, as the guy called out, “Wait! You, uh, lost your –“

You whirled back around to face him, just as he cut himself off and bent down to pick something from the floor.

And with that shy, radiant smile still on his lips, he extended his hand, your new green silk ribbon in his palm.

You’d completely forgotten about the ribbon, the very reason you’d stopped and he’d bumped into you.

“Oh. Yeah,” you breathed, switching the tray to one hand to reach out with the other. “Thanks.”

When you took the ribbon from his palm, your eyes never leaving his dark ones, your fingertips grazed his skin.

The touch was fleeting, less than the brush of a feather, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you and sent your heart on another roller coaster ride.

The ribbon in one hand, the tray in the other, you turned and walked away, cheeks burning and rallying all your willpower not to throw a glance over your shoulder to see if he was still standing there, staring at you – and you didn’t need to, because you could feel his gaze still on you, burning at your back.

“What was that?”, Barb inquired when you placed the tray with your ruined lunch on the table before you plopped back down in your seat.

“Nothing,” you smiled.

“That was Eddie The Freak,” Nancy said.

“Wait, you know the guy?”

“It’s hard to miss him.”

“I heard he’ll have to repeat his senior year,” Barb said, her voice taking on a conspirational tone.

So he was a senior. Two years older than you, or one and a half? Was he eighteen already?

Why did you even care?

“You probably haven’t seen him before because he’s a slacker,” Nancy mused, “No wonder he has to repeat senior year. By the time we graduate, he’s probably Hawkins High inventory.”

You made an unintelligible noise in response, before you threw a glance back over your shoulder.

He was gone. Vanished in the sea of green and orange and white he’d emerged from.

Your gaze flitted down to the green silk ribbon in your palm, thumb flicking over the soft fabric as you remembered that jolt of electricity shooting through your nerves as your fingers had grazed his palm.

And you couldn’t help but wonder, for a brief little moment, whether Eddie The Freak had felt it, too.

[Thursday, March 28th, 1986.

ONE MINUTE PAST MIDNIGHT.]

Eddie’s gaze wasn’t resting on the crimson D&D dice in his palm anymore – it was locked on the vibrant dark green color of the silken ribbon you’d tied around his wrist, catapulting him back to the day he’d first met you.

Not in the woods, but in the cafeteria.

He hadn’t forgotten a single second of that brief, shared moment, the radiant smile you’d given him.

But it was only now that he realized the ribbon which had come loose and fallen from your hair that day, fluttering to the ground to make you turn and bump into him…it had been this very same ribbon.

It hadn’t simply always come back to you – it had brought Eddie to you, as well. Or you to him.

Because hadn’t you bumped into each other that day in the cafeteria two years ago, hadn’t you given him one of those smiles that turned his insides into jelly and made his heart do backflips any cheerleader would have been proud of…Eddie wouldn’t have started to search for you in the crowded hallways, eager to catch a glimpse of that beautiful smile again and wishing to see it directed at him once more.

And if he hadn’t spent so much time looking for you…he wouldn’t have seen you disappear into the woods that night last September when he was waiting to do a drug deal in the Hawkins High parking lot. He also wouldn’t have seen Jason following you.

Back then, Eddie had followed because he’d thought you needed help, that you were running away from Jason.

How could he have guessed that you hadn’t even noticed Jason because you’d been running from another monster, one which was torturing your mind?

The very same monster watching Eddie now, with those disturbing forget-me-not-blue eyes.

In the time Eddie had stared at the ribbon, he had grown – from the little boy into a man in his early thirties.

“Henry Creel,” Eddie said.

Henry’s smile was even more unsettling than before, matching the honeyed timbre of his tone as he assessed softly, “You know who I am.”

“And you know who I am.”

“Edward.”

Eddie flinched a little at the sound of the name.

It didn’t escape Henry’s notice.

“Edward. A good, classic name. Yet, you despise it with all your heart. Because it was your father’s choice.”

Eddie remained silent, lacing his glare with all the hatred for this human-turned-monster in front of him that he could muster.

Henry, Vecna, chuckled again. “You don’t want anything to do with the man who sired you – but I wonder…why?” His voice morphed into a dark croon. “Daddy would be so proud of you. Look what’s become of you, hm? Your third attempt to graduate. A drug dealer, following in your old man’s footsteps. Known by the police long before they started hunting you for murder. Stealing that camper, just like he taught you. Poor little Eddie. The only thing you’ve ever been proud of running away from – only to realize the path has led you right back to where you were always supposed to end.”

Henry tilted his head as he waited for Eddie to reply.

It reminded Eddie of a cat stalking a mouse.

That’s what he was. A tiny little field mouse dangling in this beast of prey’s claws.

He wouldn’t give Henry the satisfaction of showing a reaction to the taunts, of letting himself be goaded like that. Eddie was dead. And Henry Creel was nothing but a schoolyard bully. He’d dealt with this kind of person his whole life.

“Cat got your tongue, curly-head?”, Henry taunted, his voice as sweet honey as if that could somehow conceal the evil abysses of those unsettling eyes.

“What do you want me to say?” Eddie’s fist tightened around the crimson D&D dice, its plastic edges digging into his palm. “Goldilocks.”

Henry’s unsettling smile grew. “My, you’re feisty.”

“Nope. Just dead.”

Eddie hadn’t thought he had it in him, this sass in the face of evil.

But where panic had resided in his chest…there was only rage left. Fury.

“Are you done?”, Eddie inquired, schooling his expression into an unreadable mask matching Henry’s. Because Henry Creel might have been the dungeon master of this game…but Eddie refused to play along.

“Oh, but I haven’t even started yet, little songbird,” Henry crooned, in this calm, low voice that was so deeply upsetting, “How am I supposed to call you, if Edward is not to your liking?”

As if on cue, there were voices in Eddie’s head, a chorus of whispers chiming and chanting all the ugly names the kids at school had given him over the years. The adults, too, oftentimes.

Trailer park trash. Sewer rat. Weirdo. Freak.

Eddie’s hands flew up to clamp over his ears, drown them out.

But amidst the ugly choir of voices calling him names, there was another one, soft and loving. Your voice, as beautifully familiar as the words on the pages of his worn-out copy of Lord Of The Rings, piercing through whatever malicious spell Henry had cast over him.

The way Eddie’s name sounded on your lips when you laughed, when you called out for him in greeting, your eyes lighting up. When you paused in between kisses to tell him you loved him –

“Do you know what it means, your name?”, Henry drawled, placing his hands on the back of the carved Dungeon Master throne. Eddie’s Dungeon Master throne. But Eddie wasn’t the one calling the shots anymore.

“It means protector.” Henry chuckled.

“You’re dead,” Eddie hissed. He was still surprised he wasn’t trembling like a leaf.

But he knew where the rage was coming from.

It was all the bottled-up fury for what Vecna had done to you, to Max, to all the others, and to him. Eddie had never felt so much rage in his entire goddamn life.

Henry chuckled, a soft sound that travelled through this unnatural, abysmal darkness surrounding the two of them.

“The little thief seems to be a little liar, too. You’ve lost. Your friends will die. And the ground is swallowing Hawkins as we speak.”

No.

If Henry was telling the truth –

A gentle breeze brushed Eddie’s cheeks, and something appeared at the side of the table.

Another wooden chair, less intricate than the Dungeon Master’s throne at the head of the table.

And chained to the chair by writhing black creepers that wrapped around her wrists, clamped over her lips to mute her, over her eyes –

“Max,” Eddie breathed.

He should have known that something horrible would await him when Henry didn’t move to hold him back.

But all rational thoughts were drowned out by Eddie’s panic as he darted towards Max and ripped away the vines covering Max’s mouth, the creepers falling away far too easily.

“Eddie?”

It was a broken whisper, a stir of the air more than an actual sound.

“Y- yeah,” Eddie breathed, “It’s me. I’m here, Max. Right here. I got you, red.”

He moved on to the vines covering the girl’s eyes, his nails digging into the slick black tissue of the creepers covering her eyes – and it took all of Eddie’s willpower to bite back the scream lodged at the back of his throat as the vines finally fell away, revealing Max’s eyes.

White as the floating spores of the Upside Down, weeping blood.

“It’s so dark,” she half-whispered, half-sobbed. “It’s so dark. Why is it so dark?”

It sounded so unlike the little redhead.

So forlorn and…broken.

“Why is it so dark?!”

“We’re…” Dead. We’re dead, and you’re blind. He couldn’t tell her that. But he couldn’t lie, either. He couldn’t tell her everything would be okay.

“Dead,” Henry finished the sentence.

No, Eddie wanted to scream. We’re not dead.

But Eddie knew Vecna was telling the truth. He remembered it all. The agony, the blood. His eyes finding yours for one last time, one last I love you.

And if Max was dead…the wall between worlds had crumbled away.

Vecna…Vecna had won.

And his monster slayer, the brave new family he’d found, his uncle and his friends in Hellfire, the entire goddamn town of Hawkins…they were in horrible danger.

A choked, broken sob ripped from Max’s lips as those blind eyes, wide with terror, tried to find him.

“I’m here,” Eddie soothed, panic subverted by all his senses screaming at him to protect as he moved to rip away the creepers tying her wrists to the chair’s wooden armrests. “I’m here, ‘kay? You’re not alone, Max.”

“Edward the protector,” Henry drawled. “Always looking out for the – how do you call them? Lost little sheep? Are you a shepherd, Edward? Or are you just another of those lost sheep, hiding beneath the fur of a wolf? I thought we’d settled that you’re a runner, not a fighter, hm? A coward, not a hero.”

It was hard to block out Henry’s words, mingling with Max’s broken whimpers as Eddie tore and ripped at the creepers tying the girl to the chair. He could hear the soft splash of water indicating Henry’s soft footsteps as he drew closer and closer, until his voice chimed up from right behind Eddie’s shoulder, close enough for chills to race down Eddie’s spine.

“I have seen your heart, Edward Munson. I’ve seen your doubts. Your insecurities, the parts you so desperately tried to hide away from the world. Now it’s only fair of me to share my little secret with you, hm?” Henry leaned in, closer, so close that Eddie felt his breath stirring his curls as the man-turned-monster whispered, “It was me who brought your monster slayer to you.”

Eddie’s head snapped up to meet the eerie forget-me-not-blue of Henry’s gaze.

His head was tilted to the side like a curious cat’s as he waited for Eddie’s reply.

“You’re a liar.”

“I am many things,” Henry chuckled, “But a liar? No.” The feline smirk on his lips widened. “I put all these hallucinations in her head, you know that already. Drove her into madness. And right into your arms. You know, to hit her where it hurt the most, to take something as valuable from her as she’s taken from me…she needed to possess something so valuable at first. And who would have been a better choice than the boy who has been pining for her for so long? All your longing glances in the hallways when she was passing by. During lunchbreaks while you were sitting at the other side of the cafeteria, wishing it was you who was graced with those smiles. Wondering whether you’d ever get to know what made her laugh so beautifully. I drove her right into your arms, Eddie. And now I took you away again.”

Eddie knew exactly what Henry was doing.

Sewer rat. Trailer trash. Weirdo. Freak.

Henry had seen right into Eddie’s heart, all the doubts and insecurities he’d locked in there like a swarm of bats in a cave, and now he was using them like he had used his swarm of monster bats.

And the deeper Eddie had fallen for you, the more he’d doubted.

If you don’t trust yourself, trust me. That’s what he’d told you yesterday. That’s what Eddie would do now. He didn’t trust himself. But he trusted you.

Rising from the floor, Eddie positioned himself between Max’s slumped form in her chair and Henry, who was still waiting for Eddie’s reply to his cruel taunts.

“I liked you more when you were just a rotting corpse in an old attic, you know,” Eddie hissed, fury conquering fear. For now. Eddie felt it would only be a temporary sentiment.

But Henry only chuckled.

“Who was there who ever really loved you, Eddie? Mommy, who preferred her pixie dust over her own son? Daddy, who hoped you’d drown and spare him the trouble when he threw you into the water of the bayou to teach you to swim? Your uncle, who was forced to take you in because there was nobody else who would have wanted you, like a flea-infested stray kicked away from the front door?”

“My uncle loves me.”

“And did he choose you?”

“He would,” Eddie breathed, “He did.”

“He chose to not suffer a guilty conscience for the rest of his days. Or do you truly think it was Wayne’s dream, to raise a kid that wasn’t his own because his good-for-nothing brother didn’t care enough to do it himself? To be stuck working through the nights to provide for a kid he never even wanted to raise?” Henry took a step closer towards Eddie, closing the remaining distance as Eddie froze in his spot, hackles raised but holding his ground as he kept himself placed between Max and the monster.

“She loves me,” Eddie breathed. “She chose me.”

“Oh, she did. And at what cost? She wishes she’d never met you. ‘I will always, always come back to you’. That’s what you promised,” Henry drawled, taking Eddie’s hand in his icy ones as his fingers, strangely elongated, toyed with the green silk ribbon you’d tied around Eddie’s wrist as he added, “An empty promise.”

“So that’s what you do with your almighty powers?”, Eddie said quietly, pulling his hand out of Henry’s icy grasp, “Stalking people in their most private moments like some perv?”

The unsettling smile grew.

“All your anger will not change the fact that you failed her, Eddie. Your monster slayer. And all the rest of them.”

Henry raised his hand.

The scream which ripped from Max’s lips made Eddie whirl around to the little redhead, to the creepers which had ripped her out of the wooden chair, dragging her towards the pillar rising from the darkness behind her like the trunk of a tree, her blind eyes white as she screamed and Eddie darted after her, hands clasping her small ones, so cold in his own as he tried to pull her out of the vines’ unrelenting grip.

To no avail.

Eddie fell backwards as with a final tug, Max’s hand slid out of his grasp.

“No,” Eddie cried, scrambling to get up from the ground, but it was too late, anyway.

Max was pinned to her pillar, the black vines creeping over her mouth to mute her wails as Henry stepped in front of Eddie, blocking his path to the redhead.

“In the end, you never managed to protect anyone, Edward The Protector,” the monster teased softly. “The town is hunting your lost sheep down for their affiliation with you. The boy you wanted to protect from the mockery and scorn you faced yourself? He will die, just like the rest of all the others who’ve come so foolishly to this realm to kill me. And the girl you so desperately wanted to protect, gave your lifetime to add a few more seconds to hers – your monster slayer?”

Henry raised his hand anew, cold palm brushing over Eddie’s eyes too fast for Eddie to take a step back and shrink away from the freezing touch, and his vision slipped, the void and the D&D table, Max and Henry, gone as images invaded his mind like a swarm of paper planes.

For a few seconds, Eddie couldn’t make sense of what it was Henry was showing him, flitting shadows and swirling splotches of white.

Until he realized that he saw a fragment of the world from bird’s eye view.

Bat’s eye view.

He saw what the swarm saw, locked into the hivemind.

They were drawing circles in the air like those plastic horses on a carousel at the fairground. And in the center, as frozen and still as the scene in a polaroid picture…

There was his monster slayer.

Slumped on the ground, curled up against his side.

It would have looked almost peaceful, like a couple taking a nap in the grass under a star-splattered night sky.

Only that the grass was dead and soaked with blood, a dark pool of it, and that there were no stars in the eternal dark skies arching over the Upside Down.

Only winged monsters.

There were spores drifting down to catch in your hair, in his own dark curls, on his lashes as Eddie met his own unseeing gaze, trained skywards at the fluttering swarm.

The way your eyes were squeezed shut, silent tears streaming down your cheeks, your face nuzzled into the curve between his shoulder and neck and your hand resting on the silk ribbon tied around…it shattered him into a million pieces.

“She’s as dead as you are, Edward,” Henry cooed, snapping Eddie back out of the hivemind, umber eyes meeting forget-me-not-blue ones. “The moment your heart stopped beating. She’s dying, with every second she sobs over your body. Crumbling away. Piece by piece, like dandelion seeds scattered in the wind. If I offered her to erase her memories of you, do you think she would agree to the deal? Better off to never have met you at all?”

As much as it hurt…Eddie would want you to agree. Just forget him, move on. Live the life you’d never gotten to live.

“That’s what I’m offering you,” Henry crooned now, taking Eddie’s hand to press something into his palm.

The crimson D&D dice. Eddie must’ve let go of it when he’d tried to free Max.

“Play a little game with me, Eddie Munson. If I win…well, I already did.” Henry’s smile turned cruel. “But if you win, I will grant you one single act of kindness. If you win, I will take away your monster slayer’s pain. I will free her of the heartbreak and grief over your loss that will cast the darkest of shadows upon the rest of her days, however many of those might be left.”

Henry stepped closer, index finger locking under Eddie’s chin to force him to hold the gaze of those cold eyes.

“How?”, Eddie breathed.

“It is quite simple, little songbird,” Henry crooned. “In fact…it was you who sparked the idea.”

Before Eddie could recoil, Henry raised his free hand – and with the tap of his index finger on Eddie’s forehead, the darkness of the void shifted.

Gone were Max and the D&D table.

Replaced by…trees.

Sunlight was filtering through the crown of the trees surrounding him, making Eddie squint in the sudden brightness as the leaves rustled in the gentle autumn breeze which carried the scents of burning firewood, the chill heralding another freezing Indiana winter while the warmth of the scorching summer of 1985 was still clinging to the air.

Eddie knew this wasn’t real. A memory, as if Henry had scoured his mind like one would a video store. And the memory he’d picked was one of the happiest Eddie possessed.

He knew exactly which memory it was.

Eddie was standing in the middle of the woods, in the little clearing, right beside the picnic table.

And there was music.

All around, weaving with the autumn air and the rustling leaves, Eddie’s favorite song.

“Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand Love letters in the sands - I remember you.”

And there you were. Eyes sparkling in the golden rays of the afternoon sun as you smiled while Eddie watched himself twirl you across the carpet of fallen leaves.

“And through the sleepless nights, through every endless day.”

“It hasn’t always been your favorite song,” Henry drawled from behind Eddie. “But it was, after that day.”

“I wanna hear you say, I remember you.”

Just when Henry’s calm, dark voice chimed up from behind again, it dawned on Eddie what the monster with the forget-me-not-blue eyes was offering him.

“I will erase you from her memories, Edward.”

“That’s not in your power,” Eddie breathed, tearing his eyes away from you and him, caught in your own little world, whirling around to face Henry.

“I told you, I am many things. But I am no liar.”

Eddie could see the truth in those forget-me-not-blue eyes.

A cruel game, befitting for a cruel Dungeon Master.

“It’s up to you, Edward. She will forget you,” Henry continued in his low, gentle voice so opposed to the malice of his words, shining in his unsettling eyes, as the colors of the woods started bleeding away, the tunes of the song fading until the darkness of the Void, the D&D table and Max’s slumped, lifeless form chained to the pillar were back. “She will move on and find happiness. Or she will remember you, the way you died in her arms while she was forced to watch. One more demon to haunt her in her sleep, in every waking hour. Oh, the irony, that after all I’ve put her through, the thing that broke her…” Henry smiled, “Would not be me, but her love for you.”

Eddie’s mind flitted back to the moment you’d been caught in Vecna’s curse, the words which had spilled not from his lips but his heart.

“And even though it hurts like hell to even think of you with someone else, you need to wake up now so you can find this person you can do all these things with and share your life and be happy with, okay? ’Cause no matter how fucking much it destroys me to know that this beautiful smile of yours will be for someone else, that you’ll crack Yoo-Hoo jokes and watch movies and discover the world and build a life and dance and laugh with someone else, you need to come back to do all these things, monster slayer.”

“How will you decide, Eddie? Haunt her – or try and set her free?”

Eddie had meant those words. Every single one.

And he still did. Of course he did.

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he opened his fist to stare at the dice nestled in his palm.

And with newfound determination, Eddie lifted his gaze to meet Henry Creel’s.

“Let’s play.”

***

One hand laced with Eddie’s, your other hand wrapped around the guitar pick dangling from the necklace Eddie had given you. The edges of the smooth plastic were digging into your palm as you clutched it like a lifeline.

But there was nothing that could save you from drowning in the abyss that had opened up in your chest.

That was the first guitar pick I ever had, did you know that? With that thing, I learned to play guitar. It was a shitty old acoustic guitar my uncle got from a yard sale. The guitar pick was part of the package. It’s been my lucky charm ever since and I guess it worked because I’m here, with the girl of my dreams who, for some weird reason, loves me back.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

You’d fought so hard to rewrite Eddie’s stars, his story. Write him a happy ending instead of a tragic one.

And still, it hadn’t been enough.

Get up, you wanted to scream at Eddie. You need to get up. Please, please, please get up.

But Eddie wouldn’t.

He would never again play guitar, smile softly in concentration as his slender fingers pulled the strings. He would never again play D&D and plan campaigns while drinking bottle after bottle of Yoo-Hoo. He’d never again scribble little doodles on the edges of his school notes and books, tongue poking out as he focused. He’d never again read Lord Of The Rings or watch Star Wars, laugh about Dustin’s jokes or dream up worlds and characters in this beautiful, clever mind of his.

He'd never graduate.

Never live the life he’d wanted to live.

The young man who had chosen to be kind when the world had shown him so much scorn, who’d kept his softness when he so easily could have let the cruelty he’d faced sharpen his edges, who’d tried so hard to make the best of the cards fate had dealt him because he’d wanted to be better than whatever his father had tried to make of him. Eddie, whose warmth had never been extinguished by the coldness the world had shown him…he was gone.

Just like that.

Because Vecna had taken him away to punish you.

Eddie had been your sun to light the day and the moon to illuminate the night and the stars to guide you through the dark.

And with his light forever snuffed out, there was only eternal darkness left.

Spreading through your chest like the Mind Flayer had all those months ago, freezing and tar-black and abysmal.

And all the power you’d ripped away from Vecna, stolen…it wasn’t enough to bring Eddie back, put the light back into those beautiful umber eyes which had always shimmered with so much warmth and kindness. Eyes which were forever hollow and unseeing now, trained at the sky bleeding crimson lightning, framed by the dark cloud of the swarm of bats still flitting around you in circles.

And finally, the scream which had been building in your chest, in the darkness where your heart had been…it ripped free.

Of anguish and grief and loss and pain.

So much pain.

Clawing at your insides, ripping you apart as your voice filled the silence of the Upside Down.

And a shriek answered.

And another, and another, a chorus of anguished screeches answering your scream from all around you.

Your eyes flew open and you angled your head, your cheek still resting against Eddie’s collarbone as your gaze locked on the sky above.

Through the veil of your tears, it took a moment for you to realize what it was you were seeing.

Fire.

Hailing from the skies like falling stars.

***

“The rules are simple,” Henry smiled as he slowly sunk into his Dungeon Master’s throne at the head of the table. “You roll the dice three times. If you land a twenty…you’ve won. If not…”

Henry raised his hand, and the darkness of the void all around them dissolved, making room for colors.

Well, one color.

Red.

The deep, dark color of fresh blood spilling from a deadly wound replacing the abysmal black, tinting the fog covering the ground and the sky arching above, empty save for a low full moon.

Nope. Not a moon.

The display of a…clock.

And all around, like the columns holding the roof of a cathedral, pillars shot out of the ground like Max’s had done, stretching towards this crimson sky, patterns of black creepers writhing around them like coils of snakes.

And on each pillar, there was a body.

Eddie had seen these images before, of broken limbs like the branches of trees, of bloody black holes where eyes had been and dislodged jaws gaping open in eternal, muted death cries.

They were all here, just like you had told him when you’d woken from your trance.

All of the souls Vecna had reaped.

If he’d still been able to throw up, Eddie would have retched his guts out.

But he couldn’t avert his gaze from Chrissy’s empty eye sockets staring back at him.

You left me there, she seemed to scream at him. You ran and left me there.

He tore his gaze away, spinning in a circle, to the pillar behind him – but it was empty.

It took Eddie a shellshocked moment to realize that this empty pillar…it was meant for him.

Because no matter if he won, as soon as the last dice had been thrown, Eddie would take his place in Henry’s collection of stolen souls.

Just like Max, he realized.

Locked up in this place forever.

But if Eddie could make sure to give you a chance to be happy again…he could take this fate waiting for him.

And if he found a way to get Max out of here…

He opened his palm, taking the crimson D&D dice between his thumb and index finger as another horrid realization hit him.

Eddie didn’t need to turn the dice to know.

“There’s no twenty,” he breathed. “Right?”

***

It took a split second for you to realize those weren’t falling stars hailing from the skies all around you.

It were the bats.

Their wings and fluttering tails had caught fire, set ablaze by your tormented mind, the reeling darkness you’d ripped away from Vecna.

Leathery wings devoured by flames as they fell from the skies all around you, their tormented screeches filling the freezing half-dark of the Upside Down, one after the other, more and more until they rained down like a shower of shooting stars.

Bringing you back to the night on the roof of Eddie’s trailer, when you’d first kissed.

I’ve never seen a goddamn shooting star in my life.

If only they were shooting stars, hearing your desperate wish.

But no shooting star in the world could give you back what you’d lost.

No, you couldn’t put the light back into those beautiful dark eyes.

Couldn’t put his light back into the world to combat the dark.

And amidst this eternal night in your chest, there was a spark of fury.

Of wrath.

Not a lifeline, not exactly. But a tether, nonetheless.

You held on to it, clutched it tightly.

No, you couldn’t put the light back into Eddie’s eyes to chase away this darkest of nights.

But you could set the darkness on fire.

Vecna had taken everything from you.

And now, you would take everything from him.

***

With his frozen smile still on his lips, Henry Creel tilted his head, the softest of chuckles filling the void.

“Witty little songbird. A dungeon master’s skill, one might say.”

He waved his hand, and when Eddie glanced back at the dice in his palm, it showed a twenty, black numbers on crimson.

But it didn’t matter whether Eddie rolled a natural twenty, he realized.

Because even if he’d make true of his promise and erase Eddie from your memories…Henry would never let you go. He’d haunt you for the rest of the days – and those would be numbered.

Henry would make sure to you’d pay for stealing from him.

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat.

And that was the moment it finally clicked, the final piece of the puzzle he didn’t even know he’d been searching for falling in place.

Stealing from him.

Jesus H Christ.

That was it.

Stealing meant taking something away, something that would be gone.

Stealing some of Henry Creel’s powers…meant he’d have left less of them left for himself.

That’s why he was so furious with you.

You hadn’t only stolen from him – you’d weakened him.

How the fuck had Eddie been so blind? How had he not realized this all along?

When he glanced up at Henry now, it was as if a theater curtain had been lifted, revealing a glance at what had lain behind all the time.

Henry wasn’t sitting on the Dungeon Master’s throne simply because he could or wanted to.

He was sitting there because he had to.

Because he was injured.

And in pain, it dawned on Eddie.

Pretty good at covering it up, but Eddie could see the strain on Henry’s face, the grey pallor on his milky skin, the exhaustion beneath the malice in his forget-me-not-blue eyes.

Henry Creel was hurt.

Yeah, Eddie was dead.

But he wasn’t gone yet.

Eddie didn’t know what he was now. A ghost, the fragment of a soul staying behind because he couldn’t let go as long as the love of his life was still in danger. Or a memory, maybe, like a blurred polaroid picture, forever frozen in this timeless realm. An angry, heartbroken spirit who’d never find rest because his monster slayer, the girl he loved more than anything was suffering, trapped in a place he could never reach to wrap his arms around her and whisper that all would be okay.

It didn’t matter either way.

Eddie would never be able to come back to you. But as his hand wrapped around your green silk ribbon tied around his wrist, Eddie realized…he might be able to make sure Henry would never be able to get back to you, either.

Maybe, Eddie could deal the final blow himself, from within.

Make sure the monster would never be able to lay a hand on you again.

That had always been what Eddie had tried to do, after all – protect you.

He only needed a plan.

Fast.

His eyes never leaving Henry Creel’s, Eddie threw the dice for the first time.

The sound of it, rolling across the wooden D&D table towards Henry in his throne, sounded too loud in the eerie silence of the void. But then again, there was no point in fearing to draw attention to any monster which might roam the darkness at the edges of Vecna’s lair when the most monstrous thing was watching him with his piercing forget-me-not eyes.

When the dice came to a stop right in front of Henry, Eddie didn’t need to take a glance to see it hadn’t landed on a twenty.

Henry’s smirk was telling enough.

“Want to try again, Edward?”

Hell yes.

Letting his fingertips trail over the polished wooden surface of the gaming table, Eddie walked towards the head of the table and Henry, still lounging in the throne that had once belonged to Eddie, to grab the dice for his second throw.

To get close enough.

Just as Eddie’s fingers wrapped around one of the little figurines discarded all across the wooden surface, a motion behind Henry caught his attention.

And for the fragment of a heartbeat, Eddie’s eyes locked on a pair of hazel ones.

He’d never seen her before, but he didn’t need to – he’d heard so many stories about her that he felt like he already knew the girl with the buzzed hair and the nosebleed meeting his gaze above Henry’s shoulder, frozen mid movement as she reached out to the creepers keeping Max muted and pinned to her pillar.

Eleven.

The girl with the superpowers.

And it seemed she’d managed to get those back just in time.

Even with this split-second glance, Eddie could tell that Eleven was as weakened as Henry.

Blood was dribbling from her nose and onto her white shirt, and exhaustion shone in her eyes, the shadows underneath dark and deep.

No matter how she’d gotten here, it dawned on Eddie that she wouldn’t be able to save both Max and him.

And if Henry discovered her, she might not even be able to save herself.

There was the spark of an idea in Eddie’s panic-dazed mind as the thought which had taken root there only seconds ago grew into a fully-fledged plan.

A crazy one. Batshit crazy and really, truly reckless, bordering on stupid – but there was the sliver of a chance that it might actually work.

Grip tightening around the D&D figurine as he let the sleeve of his leather jacket slide down a little further, over his fist, the surprisingly sharp edges of the miniature monster digging into his palm, Eddie quickly focused back on Henry as not to betray the arrival of help.

He knew exactly what he had to do.

Buy more time for one final time, divert the monster so the girl with the superpowers could save Max.

And then, Eddie would kill Vecna right from within.

Set you free of Henry Creel’s grasp.

To live.

Graduate.

Go to the beach.

Find peace.

Move on, and find happiness.

That’s what Eddie wanted for you. That’s what he’d fight for even in death.

It was strange, that he didn’t have a heartbeat anymore yet he could feel it racing in his chest, roaring in his ears. Tremors were shaking his hands and making his bottom lip tremble, that stupid fucking quirk he couldn’t control forever giving him away as he bit his lip to stop it from giving him away this time, keep his eyes locked on Henry’s, dark umber against forget-me-not-blue.

Eddie reached the head of the table, his other hand, the one not holding the figurine reaching to grab the dice –

And with a suppressed roar of rage, Eddie attacked.

A sickening squelch filled the air alongside Henry’s uproar of pain as the little figurine in Eddie’s hand hit its mark in the man’s left eye, black blood splattering over Eddie’s face as he stumbled backwards, away from Henry.

The D&D figurine was stuck in his eye, right in the center.

It was a Mind Flayer figurine, all of its spidery legs buried in Henry Creel’s eye socket as more black blood gushing out of the wound to spill on his immaculate white dress shirt, turning it less-immaculate in a heartbeat.

“New game idea,” Eddie breathed, “Tag. Your turn, goldilocks.”

***

It felt like sleepwalking as you untangled yourself from Eddie to kneel on the dead grass, the blood pooling all around in a puddle. Eddie’s blood, already cold.

There was still the ghost of one of Eddie’s sunshine smiles lingering on his lips.

It was fitting, you thought.

The boy who’d always made sure to keep his smile no matter what was thrown his way, who’d always tried to make others smile whenever he could, who’d given you back the laughter you’d been so sure the Mind Flayer – Vecna – had stolen for good, had walked into death with one of those soft smiles, because the last thing he’d seen had been you.

Your hands folded over his own, fingers lacing with his as you tilted your head towards the skies, towards the burning bats hailing down all around you like falling stars, their agonized death cries filling the air.

It was hurting Vecna.

You could feel his pain through that strange, lingering connection of darkness, that bond tying you to him and him to you like a shackle.

The darkness you’d stolen from him nestled closer in your mind, your grief shared by this weird companion. A part of you, and yet holding a consciousness of itself.

You would hurt Vecna.

You would make him pay.

Your eyes fluttered close.

One last time, you told the darkness. Help me one last time.

***

It felt like all the times Eddie had run away in his life had led to this moment, prepared him to run when running was what he needed to do right now to draw Henry away so the girl with the superpowers could save Max and Eddie could kill Henry and save you.

He raced past pillars decorated with broken, tortured souls frozen in their final, muted death screams, empty eye sockets watching as he darted past.

Eddie knew he might be one of them soon. Or would he? What would happen if he managed to kill Vecna in the monster’s own mind? Would he stay here, trapped forever in this horrible place filled with death and misery and pain, like a firefly trapped in a jar?

It didn’t matter.

The only thing that mattered was that he killed Henry and made sure the monster would never ever lay a hand on you again.

As long as he knew you were safe, Eddie was ready to accept whatever fate awaited him.

But to kill Henry, he needed a weapon.

Something, anything…

But there was nothing here. Only death and broken bones and creeping vines writhing as they lashed out in attempts to grab his ankles and restrain him, their movements strangely distorted, like those of a drunk. Something was hurting Henry, slowing him down. Some injury Team Crit Hit had managed to deal.

Like a hare on the run from the fox, Eddie zigzagged between them, past the maze of pillars, stumbling blindly through the fog which seemed to grow thicker with every step until it swallowed Eddie’s ragged breaths and the sound of his combat boots on the ground.

Just as he threw a glance over his shoulder, to check whether Henry was still following him, something crunched beneath the soles of his boots.

Eddie didn’t know what it was that compelled him to stop. But he did. Maybe it was something he could use as a weapon.

Blood roaring in his ears, Eddie bent down, his fingers searching the thing he’d stepped on, hidden by the fog covering the ground and the world all around him, reaching for him in tendrils that curled around his legs like creepers.

There. Something cold and sharp bit into the tips of his fingers before his hand closed around it.

A razorblade. A rusty old razorblade.

“Eddiiiiieeee,” a sing-song voice drawled from beyond the impenetrable fog.

“No,” Eddie breathed.

It couldn’t be.

Not here.

“C’mere. Be a big boy, huh?”

The last time Eddie had heard this voice, he’d been a kid, cowering in the corner of the camper as the policemen had dragged Richard Munson away. His father.

“Eddiiiieee. Stop hiding. I’m gonna find you anyways, I always do. Let’s just get this over with, hm?”

And just like that, Eddie was four years old again, scared and hiding from his father and his razorblade and the stench of cheap whiskey that always seemed to linger in the air around him like a little cloud.

“You don’ wanna look like a girl, do ya, Eddie? Don’ wanna look like mommy? Lemme cut these ugly curls.”

No. Please, please don’t. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut. “Not real. It’s not real,” he whispered, shrinking away from the voice piercing through the fog, “He’s gone. He’s locked up and this isn’t real. It’s a trick. Not real. Not real –“

“You wanna look like mommy, huh? You wanna look like that ungrateful bitch?”

Eddie let go of the rusty razorblade as his hands shot up to cover his ears, lock out all those ugly memories while he sunk to the ground, letting the fog swallow him.

His father had never hit him. But he’d hated Eddie’s curls. And when he’d drank enough of his magic potions, he’d sometimes grabbed a razorblade to shear them off, the cold metal biting into Eddie’s skin, sometimes drawing blood with how much his father’s hands were shaking as he got worked up. Spitting out horrible things about Eddie’s mother.

“Go away,” Eddie breathed, the first tears of panic spilling down his cheeks as he cowered there, between the pillars, the silhouettes of broken limbs reaching through the fog like the branches of naked trees in winter. “Go. Away!”

“Stole my good stuff to od ‘n left me with her lil’ mutt. She was a whore, ya know? Wouldn’a surprised me if you weren’t even mine but we’re gonna make a real Munson outta ya, boy. Now, hold still. Lemme cut these ugly curls right off ‘n then we’re good, yeah?”

At the edge of his panic, Eddie knew it wasn’t real.

That Henry Creel was playing his sick little mind games, burrowing into Eddie’s darkest memories, drilling deeper and deeper until he hit a vein, black oil spilling and poisoning everything else until the only thing left was panic, freezing, devouring panic.

Pressing his hands firmer over his ears, as if that would help drown out that voice that lived inside his head, freed from its cage…something grazed Eddie’s cheek.

Soft silk, a dark, vibrant green.

Your ribbon, tied around his wrist, conjuring up the love shining in your eyes when you’d tied it into a little bow-tie, both of you still beautifully immersed in the afterglow of what you’d just done, heartbeats in perfect synchrony forming a duet to match the connection between your souls.

Monster slayer.

Like a light switch being flipped, there were other memories flitting to the surface of Eddie’s mind to combat the ugly ones.

Not of rough hands gripping his neck, forcing the razorblade across his scalp, dark curls falling to the floor all around him as he sobbed – but of your hands, gently combing through his curls when you’d washed his hair in the shower only twenty-four hours ago, your touch nothing but loving.

He needed to save you.

Gritting his teeth against the voice of his father still piercing the fog, Eddie pushed himself back on his feet.

Get a weapon.

Pierce Vecna’s heart.

That was the plan.

He’d done that a thousand times. All those years of playing D&D, as a player, as a Dungeon Master…he’d defeated evil so many times.

He could do it again.

One last time.

And as if the control Eddie taken back over his mind and senses, reigning in his terror, was the key, the fog was lifting, his old man’s voice fading with every step Eddie took forwards, towards the looming silhouette of…of a hallway.

A house’s hallway – a winding staircase leading up into nowhere.

And beside the staircase was a door.

An old one, made of wood and inlaid with a window of stained glass, a bouquet of crimson roses at its center.

The door you’d opened. The door you’d seen that night last November.

Shivers raced down Eddie’s spine as his eyes scanned the place.

“Little songbird,” a second voice, Henry’s voice, travelled through the air, a drawl, almost teasing in its tone, threat laced within.

Gritting his teeth, Eddie stumbled towards the staircase.

It was broken in places, some of the wooden struts of its banister sticking out like toothpicks.

“Do you truly think you can run from me, Edward? You might be an even bigger coward than I thought.”

Grim determination guiding Eddie’s movements, he ripped out one of the wooden struts, the polished surface cool against his clammy palm, the end of it splintered into a sharp tip.

It looked like a stake ready to be driven through a vampire’s heart – and for a split second, he remembered the joke he’d cracked in the trailer only an hour ago.

Guess I’m Kas The Bloody-Handed now.

It was befitting, in a way. Kas had killed Vecna.

And so would Eddie.

“Run away, little songbird,” Henry drawled, his voice morphing, growing dark and distorted like the signal of a walkie running out of batteries. “The cat’s coming to play with you.”

Clutching the wooden stake, Eddie raced away from the the door with its creepy stained-glass roses, back into the labyrinth of pillars, careful not to glance at the mutilated, stolen souls of Vecna’s victims decorating them.

“I’m going to rip out your feathers, little songbird.”

His voice was eerie, haunting, reverberating through his lair.

Careful not to touch the creepers writhing lazily on the ground like coils of rattlesnakes, Eddie wove his way through the maze, deeper and deeper towards the source of the voice.

Towards Vecna.

“I’m going to snap your wings and make you sing with pain, little songbird.”

Eddie’s heart was racing so loud that he feared its wild thumping would give him away.

His back pressed against the nearest pillar, Eddie waited, fighting to suppress his ragged breaths, listening –

“Found you.”

Eddie whirled around.

Henry’s eye, the one Eddie had pierced with the figurine, was gone.

An empty socket was glaring back at him in its stead to match the lifeless souls strapped to their pillars all around.

The remaining eye was filled with hatred.

And so, so much bloodlust, the sneer twisting Henry’s lips barely visible because his skin had grown grey, starting to rot away from his face.

It almost looked like…like burn marks.

When Henry raised his hand, fingers grown into spidery claws, Eddie moved.

There was a wet squelching sound as the sharp end of the broken stake pierced the monster’s chest, sinking into rotting skin like a knife cutting through butter before Eddie let go of it, stumbling backwards and away from Henry, his back hitting the nearest pillar as the one remaining forget-me-not blue eye locked on him.

Eddie waited for Vecna to scream, to dissolve, fade into particles like the ones floating through the air of his realm of monsters –

But Vecna just smiled.

And Eddie knew that he’d lost.

“Oh, little songbird,” Vecna crooned, his voice distorted like the chime of the broken clock in the skies as his hand – his claw, fingers grown spindly and elongated like the legs of a spider, wrapped around the stake to pull it out of his chest.

The wood made a dull thudding sound as it clattered to the ground.

Freezing, wet creepers wrapped around Eddie from behind, ensnaring his wrists, his ankles, wrapping around his chest as they pulled him flush against the pillar to mirror the other souls Vecna had collected, a muted scream of pain lodged at the back of his throat as Henry stepped closer.

“Do you want to know why didn’t work?”

The nauseating stench of burned flesh made bile rise in Eddie’s throat as the disfigured claw gripped his jaw, sharp fingernails digging into Eddie’s skin as the cruel smile on Henry Creel’s face widened.

“I don’t have a heart anymore, little songbird.”

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | This was NOT the final chapter! Chapter 16 will be the final one, and it will contain smut. PLEASE BE AWARE THAT DUE TO THE NEW TUMBLR SETTINGS, YOU'LL ONLY BE ABLE TO SEE AND BE ALERTED TO CHAPTER 16 IF YOU HAVE THE DEAFULT SETTINGS HIDING MATURE CONTENT TURNED OFF! To see mature content, you need to turn on "show mature content" in your tumblr settings, else the content will be completely hidden and the tag won't work either. Chapter 16 will be posted next weekend 🖤

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By: TabloidTeen

Clare O'Hera has been best friends with Ethan and Benny since they were kids. At the start of High School everything starts to change. Clare realizes that she...like likes Benny but now the question is does he feel the same. He's no longer the awkward boy who made fun of her braids,but the cute awkward boy who saves her from getting sucked into a real life Dusk nightmare. Benny/OC.

#my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitter's a vampire fanfiction #my babysitter's a vampire fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #benny weir #OC #Miscellaneous #favourite

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 4 months ago

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Could I request Aegon X reader with prompt #9?

9. ‘’Where did you learn to do that?’’

Request: Aegon waking his wife by going down on her

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving)

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Nothing compared to the bliss of waking up to your husband’s head between your legs, placing kisses down your inner thighs. Aegon’s lips were almost featherlight, which intensified the sensation.

Your eyes were struggling to open, your mind still half asleep, but your body was wide awake. A soft whimper left your lips when he reached close to your cunny, followed by a long whine as he gave each lips a slow lick with his tongue.

Aegon then switched to the other thigh, repeating his loving ministrations and taking his sweet time.

‘’Do you like it?’’ he asked, lifting his head and looking up at you with a devilish grin.

‘’Yes.’’

He dipped his head down again, kissing the top of your mound before going lower, right on your clit. Your legs lifted off the bed as he took your bud between his lips, suckling and sending jolts of pleasure up your core.

You moaned, throwing your head back against the plush velvet pillows.

''Where did you learn to do that?'' you had asked the first time he went down on you.

You would assume that, having spent his youth in a brothel, Aegon only knew brutish and selfish pleasure. At first, it was like that — just mindless fucking. But that was because he had never known love or affection. As you showed him love, he learned to be gentle and how to give you pleasure, showing that he was capable of more than just pounding into you like a ragdoll until he spilled his seed.

Although, you didn't hate when he manhandled you and was a little rough...sometimes.

His name rolled off your tongue in a breathed whisper as he flattened his, licking a long stripe along your slit. He feasted on you, humming and lapping and kissing your cunny while grabbing your thighs and pressing you against his mouth.

‘’I could spend all day between your legs,’’ Aegon said, giving kitten licks to your clit before blowing air on your pink flesh and making your thighs tremble. He chuckled at your reaction, and went back to business.

You pulled at his hair again, feeling yourself about to climax, but there was a knock on the door, interrupting your intimate morning activities.

‘‘Erm, forgive for bothering you, my King, but the armorer has brought your armor. He wishes His Grace tries it on to ensure it fits perfectly or see if adjustments are needed,’’ the hand, Otto Hightower, said. There was an uncomfortableness in his tone, having likely heard what was happening behind the doors.

Aegon lifted his head, your wetness glimmering down to his chin. ‘’In a moment!’’ he called out in return. ‘’I'm breaking fast!’’

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#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #king aegon #aegon the second

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 4 months ago

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Hi! Could I request an Aemond X reader with prompt #11? Maybe something where people break into Kings Landing and Aemond finds his way to reader to protect them?

11. ''Stay with me.''

It's a bit short, but more would have been unnecessary

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Cloak over his silver hair, the tall prince waved his way through the angry smallfolk. A fortnight ago, the gates had been closed, preventing anyone from leaving the capital. But now, led by their hunger, they started forcing the gates of the Red Keep and rioting against the crown. They could be seen trying to trespass the gates, but the gold cloaks were on watch and brutal in their response.

When Aemond was informed of the severity of the situation, he began to worry for your safety.

‘’My prince, what are you doing here?’’ you said, surprised to see him knocking on your door.

Aemond kept his head down, not wishing to get recognized by other people. He should have taken Cole with him for protection. If the smallfolk saw him, things could get ugly. And he didn’t take his sword with him, only a dagger as it was easier to conceal.

‘’Taking you to the Keep. The city has become too dangerous. You must come with me.’’ His single eye looked up at you, begging you to come with.

You bit your lip, hesitating. You were part of the smallfolk. This was your home.

But you couldn’t deny that danger had been more prevalent these past days. People were fighting for meat, their livestock taken by the crown to feed their dragons. Neighbors were stealing from each other and robbing fishermen. You’ve seen people fight over one golden coin.

Aemond was right. It wasn’t safe anymore.

You opened the door wider, letting him in.

It was strange to see a prince in your small apartment. It had the bare minimum to live: a kitchenette, a small wardrobe, and a bed. He must find it cramped and dirty compared to his chambers. His bathing chamber was probably bigger than your whole home.

‘’Pardon me for the unmade bed, my Prince. Had I known you would be coming, I would have cleaned before your arrival,’’ you said, embarrassed by the clutter.

Aemond shook his head. ‘’There’s no need to apologize. Please gather your things to bring with you. We must get back to the Keep rapidly.’’

He watched as you packed your things in an old flour bag. Mostly clothes and small jewelry. You made sure to grab the scarf your mother used to wear, the only piece you had left of her.

When you were finished, you tied your bag and said goodbye to your apartment. You had been living there since working at Madam Sylvi’s pleasure house when you were five and ten.

‘’Ready?’’ Aemond asked.

You nodded.

Before heading out, he took a peek outside your window, which revealed chaos. People were shouting, running about, and a few fires had started. The city was in panic.

The journey back to the Keep won’t be easy, but you trusted Aemond to take you there safely.

He took your hand firmly in his, feeling a protective instinct towards you. ‘’Stay with me. We must not get separated.’’

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#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #prince aemond #aemond x reader #house of the dragon

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 8 months ago

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For a reason I ignore, my taglists have not been working...so here's all the HotD requests I posted this week (feel free to send more!!)

A Song of blood and fire | Daemon x Reader part 5

Aemond x Brothel worker!Reader

Jacaerys x Alicent daughter!Reader

Aemond x Baratheon!Reader

Aegon x Reader

Jacaerys x Reader (coming tonight)

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years ago

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‘’Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?’’ with aemond :)

Warnings: smut, fingering

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The queen had sent Aemond on a mission by dragon back so, come the night, you had to fall back into your old ways and satisfy yourself. It wasn’t the same as having your husband’s long fingers or cock inside you, or his skilled mouth on your clit, but it would get you off just fine.

After bidding the queen and princess Healena good night, you laid back against the pillows, legs open and exposing your wet and needy pussy in all its glory. Aemond would have marveled at the sight. You teased your folds before pushing a finger in, feeling how wet you were, and sighed.

You continued touching yourself, pleasuring yourself. The face of your husband came into mind as you pushed your fingers deeper and pinched your nipples with the other.

‘’Mmh, Aemond,’’ you moaned, trying to keep your voice low enough so the guard outside your door wouldn’t hear.

With your eyes closed and the bubble of pleasure you were deeply in, you didn't hear the creak of the door opening nor the footsteps of the incomer.

‘’I see my lady wife is having fun without me.’’

You froze at the sound of Aemond’s voice, as if you had been caught doing something illegal. You retracted your fingers and color appeared on your cheeks. ‘’I…’’

He walked over to the bed, looking with hunger at your fingers glistening from your wetness. ‘’Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?’’ he asked, his hand ghosting from your ankle to your knee, making you open your legs wider, begging for his fingers.

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#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen smut #aemond hotd #HotD #hotd imagine #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years ago

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if you're still taking requests, maybe daemon and reader trying to conceive a baby? bonus points if they're super loud while doing it :P

Warnings: smut, p + v, mention of difficult fertility

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Women's bodies were made to conceive babes, yet yours was failing at the task. You and Daemon had been wed for a full year, had been trying for a full year. You couldn’t understand why your stomach was still flat, why you still weren't with child.

Daemon would never say, by fear of pressuring you or making you feel faulty, but he really wanted children. He held back his own tears every moon, heartbroken over the blood telling you you were not with child.

‘’We’ll try again and again, and again. I’ll fill you with my seed every morning and night for as long as it’ll take,’’ the Rogue Prince promised, his mouth trailing kisses all over your jaw, neck, collarbones and shoulders.

He stayed true to his words. Morning, night…and sometimes in the afternoon. And if you were too tired to participate, he would do all the work.

Each snap of his hips made you scream louder, hitting just the right place every time. One of your knees was bent, allowing for a better angle, and your fingers were clutching the back of Daemon's shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

The sounds of your occupations coming from inside your chambers made the maids blush and hurry when passing by. The poor women were not used to such loud pleasures around the castle. The king and his predecessor had been more discreet when bedding their wives.

‘‘Do you think we got this, or shall we keep going?’‘ Daemon asked with a heavy breath, crashing on the bed beside you after cumming for the fifth time today.

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#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon hotd #hotd imagine #HotD #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years ago

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Aegon messing with his wife while their in public, grabbing her ass or her waist Just to make her shy cause he thinks she looks cute when she's shy

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‘’Would you please quit doing that?’’ you subtly hissed at your husband, feeling his hand much too low on your waist as you stood in the throne room, welcoming the guests for the tourney.

Aegon played fool, keeping his eyes on House Baratheon and their knights who just stepped in. ‘’Doing what?’’ He lowered his hand further, causing your cheeks to go red. ‘’Your face is all flushed, my darling wife. Are you alright?’’

He was being naughty on purpose.

‘’Aegon.’’ You reached behind to push his hand off of you, but he did the unthinkable and grabbed your ass. A soft gasp left your lips, catching the queen’s attention.

She glanced at you and saw your red face. ‘’Are you alright, dear?’’ she asked, concerned about your appearance.

You nodded, trying to ignore Aegon’s small smile in your peripheral vision. ‘’Yes, your grace. I’m just…a little hot.’’

Alicent gave you an apologetic look. ‘’Unfortunately, it comes with the pregnancy.’’ She turned to Aegon, putting a hand on his arm and asked him to take you to your chambers. She didn’t want you to pass out in the middle of the throne room, in front of all the guests.

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#aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen imagine #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #aegon hotd #hotd

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ambrossart · 2 years ago

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Post Prom - Part II

⏪ part one

summary: after leaving prom, you and eddie go to the hideout to reminisce and listen to music. one thing leads to another, and you end up going back to his trailer.

pairing: eddie munson x dwm!reader word count: 6,980 warnings: language, new relationship, underage drinking, reminiscing about the past, pent-up feelings finally being expressed, mostly just a lot of making out, plus a little dry humping, nothing too explicit, some suggestive language, talk of sex but no actual depictions of sex, eddie being adorable, eddie being romantic

Note: This short story is the epilogue to Dancing with Myself. For proper context, I highly suggest you read that before reading this.

Eddie had to fiddle with the lock a few times before the front door would open.

While he jiggled his keys and cursed under his breath, you stood on the step below with your stomach all knotted up like macramé, watching the tiny moths flutter beneath the gleam of the porchlight. This wasn’t your first time standing here. You had been here before, almost six years ago, when you came and started banging on Eddie’s door at ten o’clock in the morning, yelling for him to get his stubborn ass outside. The memory made you giggle. You had been so nervous back then. Shit, you were nervous now… just a different kind, you supposed.

A soft creak drew your attention back to the front door. Eddie pulled it open with a triumphant smile and held it for you.

“Well,” he said, “this is it…”

And right before you went inside, you saw Eddie suck in a shallow breath. He was nervous, nervous about letting you see inside his house—his private, most intimate place—completely unprepared. You felt honored and grateful to know he trusted you that much.

Smiling, you brushed past him and walked through the front door. As soon as you did, you were overcome with this overwhelming and indescribable warmth that spread through your whole body. It felt less like you were entering Eddie’s house and more like you were entering his world. After years of standing outside it, only ever getting as close as the front porch, you had finally been allowed inside. It was hard not to get a little emotional about it.

“Sorry about the mess,” Eddie said, but honestly, you didn’t even notice it. Your feet moved on their own and carried you deeper inside, into the living room. There, you found a dark brown sofa chair sitting in the far right corner and a light brown loveseat resting against a draped window. A bit worn, both of them, but still in good shape. Pushed against the opposite wall was a small television, a writing desk with a built-in shelf, and a roll-out folding bed, where you imagined Eddie’s uncle resting after a long night’s work. It was a charming room, well-lit and cozy, full of all these random little knickknacks that you could have spent hours browsing through. There were hats hanging on the walls, dozens of them, and long wooden shelves lined with nothing but souvenir mugs, more than you could even begin to count.

“You know, your uncle could open a gift shop with all this stuff.”

Eddie was watching you from the front door, a faint smile on his face. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, he’s quite the collector.”

You nodded absentmindedly and proceeded into the kitchen, humming as you ran your hand along a small dining table set for two, with mismatched chairs.

Eddie gave you a bemused look and said, “What are you doing?”

“Just looking around,” you answered with a shrug. “Why? Do you not want me to?”

“Uhh, no,” Eddie said, a little taken aback. “Go crazy.”

So with his permission, you did. You fingered through some of the clutter on the counter, cracked open a few cabinets and drawers, snuck a little peek into the fridge—just a quick one to sate your curiosity, perfectly harmless. And as you did this, you imagined Eddie growing up here: making breakfast for himself before school, doing his homework at the counter, eating dinner with his uncle at the dining table. Did he use the upholstered chair or the simpler metal one leaning against the pantry? You couldn’t quite decide.

Then you moseyed down the hallway, looking at this and that. You pushed open the door, switched on the light to see into the bathroom… and stopped dead in your tracks when you reached the bedroom at the end of the hall.

Your stomach flipped twice, end over end. Yeah, you didn’t dare step foot in Eddie’s room. Instead, you spun around and went scurrying back the way you came, feeling much less adventurous than before.

As you shyly approached, Eddie said, “Well, did you enjoy your little tour?”

“I did,” you said while you played with the tip of your pinky. “Yeah, I really like your house.”

“Well, good,” Eddie said with a crooked, bashful smile. “I’m glad you like it.”

And then you both fell silent, listening to the low hum of a lightbulb that wasn’t quite screwed on tight enough. You stood with your back pressed against a metal storage rack. Across from you, Eddie was still by the front door, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. He had his left hand on the backrest of one of the dining chairs, and his nails kept scratching against the upholstery as he slowly curled and uncurled his fingers. His silver-plated rings winked at you every time they caught the light. After a while, it was starting to drive you crazy.

Those damn rings, you thought, they’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.

Eddie’s voice made you jump.

“I’m gonna grab a beer,” he said. “Do you, uh, want one?”

“Sure,” you said.

After all, a little liquid courage couldn’t hurt, could it?

Eddie grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge, opened one, and handed it to you. “Thanks,” you said, and then he went into the living room and made himself comfortable on the sofa.

No, on the loveseat.

Eddie threw his feet up on the coffee table, cracked open his beer and took a few slow sips. Upon lowering his drink, he turned to you and made a beckoning motion with just the tip of his finger.

This one simple gesture set your nerves on fire! You made it only a few steps into the living room before you backpedaled into the counter and huddled against it like a coward. It dawned on you now, actually now, that you and Eddie were finally, truly, alone. Yeah, this wasn’t two kids whispering downstairs in a basement or two high school students flirting in a public restroom on prom night. This was you and Eddie.

Together.

Alone.

Oh fuck, you thought as a shiver ran up your spine. You brought the aluminum can to your lips and took the biggest gulp of your life.

Now Eddie was getting up and walking toward you. He sank down beside you with his beer in his hand and said in a hushed voice, “Why are you hiding?”

“Why are you whispering?” you said, and Eddie’s face scrunched up adorably, like he didn’t have a clue.

“I dunno,” he answered in his normal voice. Then he took a long, long drink and wiped his wet lips with the knuckle of his thumb. “Seriously, though, why are you hiding from me?”

You opened your mouth, closed it, and turned away. “You make me really nervous.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Really? Well, that’s… interesting.”

You looked over your shoulder and saw his lips curl into a proud grin.

“Oh, don’t get all smug now!” you said, giving him a little shove.

“I’m not, I’m not. It’s just…” His face softened with a gentle smile. “It’s a good feeling, knowing I make you nervous.”

Eddie’s words made you blush. You set your beer aside and burrowed deep into Wayne’s jacket. “I’m not used to you being like this.”

“Like what?”

“All… confident and flirty. I dunno, I guess I’m just used to you running away from me all the time.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “I never ran away from you.”

“Really?” you said with a teasing smirk. “‘Cause I can think of at least four separate occasions where you saw me and immediately took off in the opposite direction.”

“Well, that’s… because I was scared of you.”

You bent your head and started to giggle. Eddie watched you out of the corner of his eye, struggling to hold in a laugh of his own.

“You finally admit it.”

“I finally admit it…”

Eddie put down his beer and smiled at you. Then his eyes took on a strange glint, as if inflamed by some mysterious spark of emotion. Without speaking, he rolled his weight onto his right arm and swung his body over yours, pinning you up against the counter. His deep brown eyes bore into yours as he said, “Luckily, I’m not fourteen anymore.”

Your lips parted with an inaudible gasp. No, you definitely aren’t, you thought, and drew away from him a little. This was too much. The house was too quiet, Eddie was too close, and you… you were silently chanting the Lord’s Prayer in hopes of banishing the evil spirit that was currently possessing your thoughts.

Your eyes closed as Eddie’s nose grazed your cheek.

“Hey,” he whispered, “can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded vaguely, unable to speak. When you opened your eyes, Eddie was hovering over you and staring at your face with a soft, almost sleepy gaze.

“You make me nervous, too,” he said. “Pretty much on a daily basis.”

“Really?” Your nose wrinkled in disbelief. “You don’t seem nervous.”

“You don’t think so?” he said. “C’mere.”

He took your hand and held it to his chest. His heart thundered desperately against your palm.

In a flustered voice, you said, “Okay, if this is a move, it’s a good one.”

Eddie’s chest shook as he laughed. “Well, good,” he said. “I’ll make sure to use it on the next girl I invite over.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Shut up,” you said, but you didn’t raise your hand to smack him like you normally would. Instead, you closed your eyes and let your hand melt into him, feeling his heat, feeling his heartbeat, riding each wave of his ragged breath. Was this what it always felt like? When Eddie saw you in the hallway, in the cafeteria, in class, did his heart ache for you just like this? It almost seemed impossible, didn’t it? Before tonight, this would’ve been nothing more than a fantasy, but now… right now… it felt too real to be anything but true.

You laid your head on Eddie’s chest, felt his heart jog and then settle back into a steady rhythm: slower than before but still beating strong. Then you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you tighter against him. You nuzzled your head into his chin. He pressed his lips to your hairline and sighed against your skin.

“I really missed you,” he said.

After that, time seemed to stop. You raised your head off Eddie’s chest and smiled at him. He kissed you softly on the lips and drew back with smoldering eyes. You touched your hand to his face, gently brushing your fingers over his bottom lip, and he leaned in and kissed you again, taking the last six years of yearning and heartache and igniting them into passion. His grip on your waist tightened. Your fingers curled around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. You kissed slowly, deeply, and then he grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the counter. Items scattered and shifted. Somewhere behind you, a cup fell with a hollow clink. You broke the kiss, laughing, and craned your head to see where it landed. Eddie hooked his hand around your jaw and pulled you back, kissing you again and again until

Brrring! Brrring!

the phone rang.

The sound blared through the silent house like a fire alarm. You and Eddie broke away and stared at each other, breathless and bewildered. Then you buried your face in the crook of his neck and crumbled into giggles.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Eddie said, looking up with a wide, defeated smile. He cupped your face and pressed one more kiss to your lips, and as he pulled away, he whispered in a slow, forceful voice: “Don’t move.”

He went to the ringing phone and lifted the handset off the wall.

“Yeah?” he said while rubbing his forehead.

“Hey, man!” It was Gareth, calling at almost two in the morning. “I thought you’d be home by now…” Lips smacked and popcorn crunched. In the background, an old sci-fi movie was playing. “So, how’d it go, dude?”

“Uhh, good.” Eddie glanced back at you and a smile came to his face. “Really good.”

He turned around, looked for a seat, and sat down on top of the kitchen table. Meanwhile, you had climbed down from the counter and were now carefully rearranging the ruffled layers of your taffeta skirt, making sure they lay neatly against your thigh. A guttural sound emerged from Eddie’s throat as he watched you. He closed his eyes and cursed his friend’s timing.

“No shit,” said Gareth in disbelief. “You actually got Chrissy to dance with you?”

“Uhh… no,” Eddie said. “You were right, man, that was a terrible idea.”

A terrible and wonderful idea. It brought him straight to you.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, buddy,” Gareth said. “How’re you doing?”

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m, uhh…” You caught his eye and gave him a sweet smile that he couldn’t help but return. “I’m better than ever, man.”

“Is that Gareth?” you asked.

Eddie nodded, rolled his eyes, and said, “Uh-huh…” while his friend’s voice faded into the background.

He watched you fidget in sheer boredom for a while: tracing random patterns on the counter with your finger, flicking the lampshade and making it spin, picking up a pair of pliers, fiddling with them for a second, and putting them back down. Then you leaned forward and laid your chin on your palm, giving him a coy, impatient little pout that awakened something primal within him. The handset slipped out of his hand, pulled the coiled cord taut, and clattered to the floor. Eddie picked it up and clumsily brought it back to his ear.

“Hey, I gotta go, man.”

“Huh?” Gareth said. “What do you mean, you—Wait, are you with someone right now?”

Eddie didn’t answer. He was on his feet and moving.

“I’ll, uhh, talk to you later, buddy.”

“No, wait! Eddie! Eddie!”

“Don’t call me back,” Eddie said. He pulled the handset away from his ear and

“Edd—”

hung it on the base with a click.

During all this, you were snickering with your hand over your mouth. Eddie stepped away from the phone and—suddenly, it was ringing again! Your laughter grew into muffled snorts. Eddie picked up the phone and growled: “Fuck off!” then slammed it back down. And when it rang a third time (because, of course, it had to ring a third time), he grabbed the cable and yanked it right out of the socket.

“What if there’s an emergency?” you said, giggling, as Eddie came toward you.

“I… don’t care,” he muttered dazedly, and he scooped your face into his hands and kissed you.

This was not a chaste, gentleman’s kiss. This was a lover’s kiss, full of heat and passion, desperation and desire. You closed your eyes and parted your lips as Eddie trailed kisses down your chin and along your jaw. His calloused hands, strong but tender, traced down your neck and tugged on the collar of Wayne’s jacket, pulling it over your shoulders, down your arms, and letting it fall to the floor. “Watch the jacket,” you said, and a sharp gasp escaped you. The contrast between the warmth of Eddie’s hands and the coldness of his rings made you shiver as he caressed your bare arms, slowly, gently. He kissed his way up to your mouth, cupped the side of your face, and slipped his tongue between your lips. You curled your hand into his shirt and let out a soft moan.

But then he drew back with a wince.

“Hey, I didn’t plan this or anything. You know that, right?”

Eddie’s dark eyes passed over your face, searching for any signs of doubt. “I mean… I didn’t bring you here to uhh, y’know, try to get in your pants.”

Your grip on his shirt loosened. “Oh,” you said, and looked at the floor with an embarrassed smile. “Well, that’s a little disappointing…”

(because you were definitely trying to get in his)

As those words left your lips, the air between you became thick with tension. You timidly ran your hand down Eddie’s chest, a faint blush rising to your face, and his eyes grew wide as realization washed over him.

“Oh shit,” Eddie said. He gulped deeply, combed his hand nervously through his hair, and spoke in a heated, trembling voice: “Umm… are you sure?”

You pulled him in by his shirt and kissed him. As you broke away, your eyes were calm and unwavering.

“I’m sure.”

The world seemed dreamlike as your body sank into Eddie’s mattress.

His fingers interlaced with yours as he slowly crawled you backwards toward the wall, his chest above yours, knees astride your legs while he pressed soft, tender kisses to your greedy lips. He pushed down on your chest gently and the mattress came up to meet you: your elbows fell one after the other and your head landed gently on the pillow. Eddie’s scent lingered in the fabric, a mixture of sweat, soap, cologne, and cigarette smoke. You breathed it in deeply and shivered.

All the while, his hands never left yours. They rubbed against your palms, slid between your fingers, and pushed your hands deeper into the mattress. Your eyes rolled up to the ceiling as he kissed down your neck and along your chest, the moisture of his mouth lingering everywhere his lips touched. The sensation overwhelmed you. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as you stared around Eddie’s bedroom with half-lidded eyes, taking in everything—the posters on the walls, the clothes strewn about the floor, all the clutter on his desk, dresser, and nightstand: beer cans, guitar cables, cassette tapes, empty packs of cigarettes. Next to the desk was an acoustic guitar with a message painted on the body. You had to sit up and squint your eyes in order to read it.

“This machine slays dragons?” You threw your head back against the pillow and giggled. “Wow, Munson, just when I thought you couldn’t get any nerdier…”

Your laughter broke into stifled gasps as Eddie caught your skin between his teeth. He nibbled gently on your collarbone and ran his tongue up your neck, then trailed lazy kisses from the edge of your jaw to the corner of your mouth, stopping there as he leaned back onto his left elbow.

While playing with your fingers, he said with a cheeky little smile, “Sorry, were you saying something just now?”

“Uhh, no,” you said, feeling breathless and dizzy. “I, umm…”

Eddie lowered himself back down until his mouth was hovering over yours, close but not quite touching.

“You forgot?” he said in a low voice.

Your head bobbed slightly as you stared at his lips, desperately craving the contact that was currently out of reach. You moved up to kiss him and he pulled away, a smile dragging up the side of his face.

A frustrated huff blew through your nose. “Please,” you said, and immediately snapped your mouth shut.

Shit, you thought. That one was gonna cost you.

Eddie’s eyes brightened with surprised delight. “Uh, what was that? Did I just hear you say please?”

“No,” you said as a shameful heat engulfed your face.

“Oh, I think I did,” he said, chuckling. “Uh-oh, now I have to make you say it again.”

“I’m not saying it again.”

“Yeah, well, I kinda need you to say it again, so…”

The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifted into a tantalizing smirk as he parted your lips with his thumb, drawing a whimper from deep in your throat.

“Please,” you whispered, and a switch went off in his head.

All of a sudden, Eddie’s eyes darkened with a naked, carnal lust that made your core clench and quiver with need. You arched your back as he lowered himself back down to you, and when he reached your lips, he kissed you with a hungry motion that left your whole body crying out for more. You dug your hands into his back, pressed yourself tighter against him. He ground his hips into yours and sucked gently on your neck, leaving faint marks all over your skin. Your breath hitched as you felt his hardening length through the fabric of his jeans. He moaned against you and moved back to your face, kissing your mouth, your chin, your cheek, and he whispered huskily into your ear, “Are you a virgin?”

The question hit you like a sobering slap.

“Maybe,” you said. “So what?”

“Hey, you don’t have to get defensive. I’m just asking, okay? It’s important that I know.”

“Okay, well… now you know.” You recoiled from him and turned your head to the side, staring at the heap of clothes on his floor. A lump formed in your throat as thoughts churned in your head. You swallowed hard and said in a small voice, “I take it you’re pretty experienced.”

Eddie gave you a funny look. “Well, I’m not that experienced. Mostly, I just watch a lot of porn.”

A giggle burst out of you, making your chest feel fluttery and light. When you turned back, you were welcomed by Eddie’s warm, comforting stare. He kissed your lips softly and a smile illuminated your face.

“So Corroded Coffin doesn’t have any groupies?”

“Not unless you count Gareth’s mom… which I do.”

You two broke into laughter. Eddie took your hand, pressed a few kisses to your knuckles, and leaned down to kiss you. As you parted, a question slithered its way into your mind:

“Hey, can you really tie a cherry stem with your tongue?”

Eddie arched his eyebrow. “Have you been thinking about that all night?”

“Well, not all night,” you said with a sheepish smile. “So, can you?”

Eddie snickered, his warm breath fanning your face. “No,” he said. “No, I was just trying to make you blush.”

“Oh,” you said, and felt your face get hot again. Well, you could’ve fooled me.

The previous urgency of his desire was replaced with caring deliberation. His hands gently caressed your waist, your hips, your thighs, tracing around every curve until he had each one of them memorized. You felt short of breath as he lowered his head and started kissing your breasts through the fabric of your dress. A whimper rose in your throat and you withered helplessly against him. You dragged your foot up his left pant leg, ran your hand up his right arm, feeling his hair between your fingers, drawing over his tattoos, pushing up his sleeve to squeeze the hard muscle of his bicep. He kissed the tops of your breasts, your chest, the side of your neck, and felt your hand on his face, beckoning him.

You both shared a moan when your bodies reconnected. Soft breaths filled the room as your hunger for one another grew, your hips moving together in a slow, passionate rhythm. Eddie panted against your lips, stared deeply into your eyes, and when his hand slid between your thighs, you pulled away and said through the static of your thoughts,

“Umm, Eddie? I don’t mean to kill the mood or anything, but umm… do you have a condom?”

The resulting silence was deafening. Eddie’s lips grazed your cheek and he drew back with a muddled expression, his mouth open, eyes slowly blinking, blinking, blinking.

You shrank away from him and grimaced. “It’s just, umm… you know, getting pregnant on prom night wasn’t quite the cliche I had in mind.”

You forced out a laugh and it instantly died in your throat. Great, you thought. Turns out, you hadn’t killed the mood at all. No, what you did was far more sadistic and cruel. Instead of taking it out in one clean shot, you missed all its vital organs and now you had to watch it limp away and die a slow, agonizing death. Way to go, sharpshooter.

Eddie shook his head and, finally, the haze in his eyes began to clear.

“Uhh… right, shit,” he said, “just, umm… hold on.”

He climbed to his feet, pulled out his wallet, and froze as soon as he peeked into the fold.

“Shit,” he said under his breath.

You pressed your lips together and nodded. “You don’t have one, do you?”

“No,” Eddie said quickly, with a little tremor of panic in his voice. “No, I do… just, uhh…”

He went to his dresser and started going through all the drawers: pulling them open, rifling through them for a minute, then slamming them closed. Then he went to his desk and did the same thing. With every slam, your cringe deepened. It was like watching a massacre in slow motion. You had shot and missed and now Eddie was savagely beating the mood to death with a rock. Just put the poor thing out of its misery already!

“Eddie,” you said.

He pushed his palm toward you. “Don’t… Don’t go anywhere,” he said in a distracted voice, and he spun around and stumbled out of the bedroom.

“Where would I even go?” you said, baffled. Then you slapped your hand to your forehead and cursed yourself for saying anything at all. Of all the times to listen to your gut, you chose now—now, when you were this close to living out all your horny teenage fantasies with the man of your dreams. What happened to the angel and the devil on your shoulder? Should you? Shouldn't you? The funny little back-and-forth? You figured there’d at least be a little bit of that, but nope! The stop sign went up and you slammed your foot on the brake right in the middle of a four-way intersection: crash, smash, KABOOM!

“Goddammit.”

You sighed, rolled onto your side, and started shuffling through the comics you found beside Eddie’s bed.

“Hey, you have Creepshow!” You plucked it out of the pile and opened it to the first short story. “Have you seen the movie? Oh my god, Munson, that last one with the cockroaches… boy, did that mess me up for a while. I freaked out every time I had to turn on the light in the kitchen. And I have a pretty strong nerve when it comes to horror. Michael Myers, Leatherface, Freddy Krueger, zombies, monsters, blood, gore, stabbing—I watched Cannibal Holocaust, for God’s sake! But fucking bugs? Yeah, I draw the line there. It’s like that movie, The Fly, that scene with the spiderweb… Nope, I turned my TV off so quick. I still haven’t finished that movie. I’ll probably watch the remake when it comes out, though, ‘cause… well, I do love Jeff Goldblum.”

You figured Eddie wasn’t listening and, honestly, you didn’t care because your silly babbling was the only thing saving you from the discomfort of this incredibly awkward situation. Without it, you would have spontaneously combusted out of pure shame. Eddie, meanwhile, was fumbling around helplessly in the kitchen: slamming cabinets, opening drawers, cracking open the…

fridge?

You looked up in bewildered amusement, then casually flipped to the next page. “I don’t think you’re gonna find any condoms in the fridge, Munson.”

“Yeah, well, there weren’t any in the oven, so…”

The fridge closed with a quiet thud. A moment later, Eddie appeared in the doorway with a hopeless expression on his face.

“You’ve completely lost it, haven’t you?”

“I’m the Sahara,” you said, and Eddie winced at your brutal choice of metaphor.

“You’re the Sahara, huh?” He pounded his fist on the doorframe a couple times, then hung his head and chuckled miserably to himself. “Great, just great.”

He slumped down by your feet and sat doubled over with his elbows on his knees. The seconds dragged on like hours as you two sat on opposite ends of the bed, not saying a word to each other. You kept flipping through the comic, but you didn’t read any of it, not a single word. You thought you had ruined the whole night.

You sucked in a quiet breath and—

“Sorry,” Eddie said, making you jerk your head up in surprise. As you looked at him now, he seemed strikingly timid, like the fourteen-year-old boy who could barely hold your gaze. “Guess I should’ve been better prepared before I, umm…”

His shoulders bounced with light, easy laughter.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said while fiddling with the ring on his right hand. “It’s just, uhh… y’know, I’ve thought of this moment for a long time, a long time, and now that I finally got you here…” A peaceful smile touched his face. “It’s just funny how it all worked out.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

Eddie sat up and turned toward you. “We don’t have to rush this,” he said. “In fact, it’s probably better that we don’t.”

“Yeah,” you said.

Then, with a shy dip of your head: “Except now you’ve got me a little curious.”

“Hm? About what?”

“Well… you said you’ve thought about it…”

Eddie grunted low in his throat, a guilty, guttural sound.

“Uh-huh,” you said, snickering. “So… how was I?”

“You were, uhh…” He ground his jaw in thought for a minute, then closed his eyes and said with a deeply satisfied sigh, “Sensational.”

That sent you over the edge! You fell over, chortling hysterically until your stomach started cramping and you just couldn’t take it anymore. While drying your eyes, you said, “Sensational, huh? Well, there’s a bar I’ll never reach.”

“Yeah, I’m not too worried,” Eddie said.

The conviction in his voice threw your heart into a panic. You turned away, pressed your burning face into the cool pages of Eddie’s comic book, and pretended to go back to reading. That’s when you felt the bed dip as Eddie stretched out beside you, lying on his stomach with his elbows supporting him.

“So you’ve been snooping, huh?” He gestured toward the comic with his chin. “What’d you find that’s so interesting?”

“Creepshow.” You turned to the next page. “Hey, why do you have this, anyway? I thought you didn’t like horror.”

“Yeah, well… apparently, I’m Halloween-themed.”

Your breath hitched in mid-sentence. You lifted your eyes off the page and met Eddie’s affectionate stare.

“I still don’t get what that means, by the way.”

“Yeah, neither do I,” you said, and let out a quiet laugh. “I thought I knew when I said it, but now that I think about it, it doesn’t really make that much sense, does it?”

You gave Eddie small smile and went back to reading. He lay next to you for a bit longer, observing the subtle changes in your focused expression. Then he suddenly got up and started rummaging through his desk drawers again. The familiar slamming sound made you giggle.

“Okay, the condom fairy doesn’t exist, Munson. No matter how many times you open that drawer, a box of condoms won’t magically appear.”

“Oh, I’ve already given up on that dream,” Eddie said. He crossed the room, dropped to his knees, and started digging through all the junk under his bed.

Now you were getting a little curious yourself. You climbed to your knees, put your hands on the edge of the mattress, and peered down at him.

“I’m not interested in your porn collection, either.”

Eddie popped his head up and smiled at you. “This isn’t where I keep my porn,” he said, and tossed you a flirty little wink. Then he went back under the bed and—“Holy shit!”—dragged out a black three-ring binder.

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw it. “Wait, is that…?”

You gasped excitedly and made a “gimme” motion with your hands. When Eddie couldn’t meet your demands fast enough, you snatched the binder off the floor and sat down with it in the middle of the bed. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Fuck, man,” Eddie said while scratching the back of his head, “I haven’t seen that thing in years.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” you said, and swept some of the dust off the cover.

The binder looked exactly the same as you remembered, right down to the black-and-white Black Sabbath sticker with the giant rip in the corner. You opened it up and started flipping through it like it was a fully illustrated, limited-edition novel from your favorite fantasy author. It had everything: character sheets, ability guides, spell lists, equipment and inventory tables, maps, drawings, detailed notes from every session, and all these little extra reference pages to help describe his character’s attacks, actions, and movements, because Eddie wanted to sound so cool during combat. You couldn’t stop smiling as you went through it. It was like a little time capsule.

“It’s so weird,” Eddie said in a quiet, captivated voice.

You looked up and saw him sitting directly across from you, staring not at the binder but at you.

“What’s weird?” you asked.

“I dunno, it’s just… sometimes when I look at you, I get these little flashes of back then. It’s kinda freaky, actually, like déjà vu or something.” Eddie’s face flushed a light pink, seeming to catch him by surprise. He immediately shook the thought away. “Uhh, sorry. Go ahead and keep snooping.”

Your eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, then went back to the page. You turned to the next section and said, “Oh my god, here it is! The Shrieking Queen’s Catacombs, Scottie’s infamous campaign. How many pages are there of you just complaining about me, Munson? Let’s count, shall we? Uhh, one, two, three…”

You flipped to the next page and a loose paper slid out.

“What’s this?” you said, and casually looked it over. “Well, this looks like a very poorly rendered dungeon map.” Laughing, you examined it closer. “The Labyrinth of Neverending Nightmares. Ohhhh, how spooky… Wait, this doesn’t look like one of Scottie’s, though. No, his are like ten levels deep and full of all these annoying traps that someone always gets caught in, and by ‘someone’ I mean you, Munson. Then I have to get you out because for some reason you can’t roll higher than a fucking two…”

You giggled at the memory, then showed Eddie the paper and said, “Okay, I give up. What is this?”

“It’s mine,” Eddie said with a modest smile, making your face fall in astonishment. “Yeah, that’s my dungeon. Or at least one of them, anyway. I thought I chose one of the better-drawn maps, but obviously not…”

Your eyes were wide as you listened to him. When you finally blinked, they became wet and blurry.

“Wait, what? You wrote a campaign? How come you never told me?”

“I was working up to it,” Eddie said. “I had it in my backpack for like two weeks ‘cause I kept chickening out. And by the time I finally gathered up enough courage to do it, well…”

“I killed you.”

“Yeah…”

The words echoed in your mind like a curse. You buried your face in your hands and cried out in anguish: “Oh my god, I’m a monster!”

“Well, you’re a really pretty monster,” Eddie said with a light-hearted chuckle, but you didn’t laugh like he thought you would. Instead, you sat hunched over with your hands covering your face, sniffling back tears. He reached for you and gave your shoulder a shake. “Hey, come on, don’t cry. Please, don’t cry. I’ve already seen you cry way too much tonight, and I really don’t like it.”

He leaned over and brought his lips close to your ear.

“Hey,” he said softly, “it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“It matters to me,” you said, and raised your chin to look at him. The compassion in his eyes almost made you burst into tears again. You didn’t deserve it. “Four years, Eddie. That’s a really long time. I can’t help but think of all the things we missed out on, and now…”

Now they were all piling onto your chest like bricks. The weight of it was enough to crush you. You lowered your head and felt your eyes well up with guilt and grief.

“But we didn’t miss out on anything.” Eddie gently took your face into his hands, dried your tears with his thumbs. “We’re still gonna do everything. I’m gonna take you on a date, a real date ‘cause I don’t think this one technically counts. And I’m gonna meet your parents, which I’m already kinda dreading, if I’m being totally honest. And we’re gonna, y’know, cut class and go make out in my van. That’ll be really fun. Yeah, I’m actually really looking forward to that one. And then, uhh, let’s see… we’re gonna have our first fight in like three weeks, so I better start preparing for that now ‘cause I just know you’re gonna fight dirty. Yeah, you’re definitely gonna hit me below the belt a couple times. But that’s okay ‘cause the make-up sex will be fantastic—y’know, once we actually have condoms. I’ll buy some tomorrow. A big box.”

You snorted under your breath. “I think a regular box is fine.”

“No, just… trust me,” Eddie said. “We need a big box.”

You blinked at him for a second, dumbstruck and speechless, your cheeks all aflame. Then your head slipped out of his hands as your whole body collapsed into giggles.

With a shadow of a smirk, Eddie said, “You think I’m joking right now, but I’m not. I’m buying the biggest box they have.”

“Please, stop,” you said, barely able to breathe.

“I’m just saying, I’m gonna be fully prepared next time… assuming there is a next time, anyway.”

You lifted your head and smiled at him, your face glowing in the aftermath of your laughter. “There will definitely be a next time,” you said. Then you placed a feather-light kiss on his lips, drew back, and he pulled you in for another, deeper kiss, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw.

“So, is it scary?” you asked afterwards.

“Is what scary?”

“The campaign you wrote, is it really scary?”

“I made it extra scary just for you.”

“Wow,” you said with an awestruck grin, “an extra scary campaign just for me? Well, now we have to play it… Can we?”

In a tender voice, Eddie said, “You’re the only one I’d ever play it with,” and you felt your eyes tear up again.

Choking them back, you returned your attention to the binder and discovered something that made your heart swell with indescribable joy.

“Hey… this looks familiar.”

It was the character sheet you had made for him. He had kept it, after all.

“I tried to fix it,” Eddie said while you carefully brushed your fingers over the softened wrinkles in the paper. There was a giant iron burn in the middle.

“How hot was the iron?” you asked.

“Oh, it was scorching,” Eddie said. “Yeah, it’s a miracle I didn’t burn the house down.”

Your laughter rang together effortlessly. For a second, it was like you two were back in middle school, giggling and goofing off in Scottie’s basement while everyone else stared at you and wondered what was so damn funny. It was a surreal feeling, being together like this again. In fact, it felt a little like

Déjà vu… Yeah, that is weird.

You touched the burn mark gently. “I thought you threw this away.”

Eddie furrowed his brow and shook his head, as if the thought had never even occurred to him.

Then, after a brief period of silence, he said, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

“Do you still have your journal?”

The question brought a smile to your face. “You know I do.”

Eddie nodded and put his hand over his mouth, concealing an ever-growing smile of his own. With his lips pressed against his knuckles, he said, “Okay, so… how many pages was I really in? I’ve always been curious.”

You went quiet for a minute, trying to count the pages, but you soon realized it was pointless. Even if you counted them a thousand times, the answer would always be the same.

“Not nearly enough,” you said, and Eddie’s eyes lit up with amazement.

“That’s… a really good answer,” he said, surrendering an embarrassed laugh. “Shit, okay… yeah, I think I need a second to recover from that one.”

He turned away and tried to regain his composure while you sat and watched, resisting the urge to tease him. Outside, a car was pulling up in front of the house across the road, its headlights flashing through the cracks in Eddie’s blinds. The sound of the engine made you both pause and reflect.

“I should probably take you home,” Eddie said.

“Yeah,” you said, “but then again, it is very late.”

“It is very late…”

“And you’re probably tired…”

“I am really tired…”

“Plus, you’ve been drinking…”

“You’re right, I have been drinking… So have you.”

“Mhm,” you said, and felt your heart quicken with a surge of anxiety and excitement. “So, for both our sakes, I think the safest thing would be for me to just stay here tonight.”

You hid your eyes as these words left your lips, worried you might’ve overstepped and crossed some invisible line, but then you heard Eddie let out a quiet, contented sigh and you felt silly for worrying at all.

“Okay,” he said, smiling to himself.

He went to his closet, pulled out two shirts and presented them to you. “All right, pick one: Slayer or Megadeth. Choose wisely ‘cause this decision could very well determine the future of our relationship.”

You pressed your lips together and thought hard about it for a while.

“Megadeth.”

"Good choice," Eddie said, and tossed it to you.

Thanks for reading! I was a little sleep-deprived while I was proofreading this, so if there are any typos, I'll catch them on my next re-read. Also, if you're wondering what'll happen when Wayne comes home from work in the morning, well... there's an upcoming bonus scene for that 😉

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