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liz-allyn · 1 year

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sugar and vice, pt. 8 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!reader]

summary: This is quite possibly the worst idea she's ever had.

words: 3.9 k

warning: mob-typical violence, bang bang shoot shoot, whump. hurt/comfort. descriptions of medical emergencies, hospitals. drug use. coersion. kidnapping. gore. blood. toxic/yandere!peter (maybe, sorta), negative self talk, shameless forced proximity trope. ‘only ten one bed oops’ trope, imprisonment. slowest burn. a dash of questionable and/or morally grey intentions. extremely toxic relationships.

this is a darker, messier version of TASM Peter.

18+. you’re responsible for your own content consumption. but that being said, if you don't know anyone who ever stayed out past midnight for a Harry Potter release party, then maybe you should wait to read this.

Back to Part 7.

Part 8

Honey had been lost in thought all morning. Her stomach felt like it was twisted into a pretzel. Anxiety gripped her. And she hadn’t even been in Peter’s presence for the last two hours.

Instead, she carefully loaded the dishwasher, playing Tetris to try to fit the items in just right. She hated when things were packed unevenly. She almost lost a job as a grocery bagger because of it. Everything had a place, and it felt so relieving to find where they fit.

This had been her third attempt at loading the dishwasher. She should start it soon. Then she could get to work on taking apart and cleaning the espresso machine. Although she was fairly certain that she’d been the only one that had ever used it.

She felt her muscles lock up as Peter entered the kitchen from the side door. This time, he wasn’t alone. Eddie Brock, or one-way cupcake guy as she referred to him, followed him in. The men looked tense.

Peter looked like he was sweating, which was odd given the chilly temperature outside. His hair had lost it’s form and was more of a wild mess, having been ravaged by fretting fingers. He tugged at the knot of his tie, shifting around like his shirt was too itchy. Honey instinctively attempted to avoid his gaze, but it was unnecessary. It was as if he refused to look at her.

“Somethin’ came up,” he announced to the whole kitchen. She glanced around just to make sure his only audience was her and the kitchen appliances.

He slapped his long fingers across his mouth, scratching his beard. “I, uh, I-I gotta go into the city for a bit,” he explained, only making eye contact briefly. “Take care of some stuff.”

She dug a thumb into her palm, nodding wordlessly.

Her heart raced faster at the thought of what he’d take care of, and whether or not it involved assassinating an elected official. She also considered how strange it was to receive information about his schedule. He was checking in with her, telling her he’d be gone. How oddly domestic.

“Um, look, Eddie’s gonna stick around, make sure you’re okay,” he explained. The other man’s head snapped up, shooting a stunned glance at Peter. Clearly, it was news to Eddie.

“You serious?” Eddie groaned. “I’m a babysitter now?”

Peter glared at him, and the other man dropped the attitude. “I’ll send Miles’ along tonight,” the boss countered. “I’m sure you can hold out ‘til then, yeah?”

He gulped hard. Peter’s eyes were burning through him. “Right.”

Honey stood quietly, watching the interaction between the two men. She thought about speaking up, arguing that she didn’t need a babysitter. But after everything, she just wanted to be as far away from Peter and his ‘business’ as possible.

As if he could hear her thinking too loudly, Peter turned to her next. He leveled his gaze towards her, eyes dark as night. “You good?” he asked. She nodded quickly, squirming under his sight. He stared right into her soul. “Good,” he said softly, after a pause. He hesitated, focused on her with a tense, suspicious look.

“Be good,” he added.

His voice was soft, but the comment was dangerous. It was a warning. It loomed over them with a threatening presence, like a swirling, funnel poking out of a midsummer wall cloud. She bit her lower lip as he turned on his heel and rushed out, his commandment cast down like a god.

Then he was gone. Out of sight. But both of them felt a chill in his wake, as if his gaze was truly omniscient.

Hours passed. If there was one thing Honey was not great with, it was too much time. Too much time allowed her to think. It allowed her to stew. Obsess over the same thoughts, dragging them through her brain until the edges were sharp enough to slice.

She rested on her back on the couch, staring up at a book in her hands. Good Bones by Maggie Smith. She had read it before. Most of it. Almost made it through to the end. Typical.

She was forced to delegate herself to short stories and poems. Long novels were too difficult to follow. She’d get too caught up in the details and end up reading the same page over and over. It made English class her least favorite subject, which confounded her mother since supposedly she spoke English.

She thought about Maggie Smith and how Professor McGonagall really was the unsung hero of the Harry Potter books, which she hadn’t read. Not that this Maggie Smith was the same. She knew that. Or she thought so. Probably.

And that was it. She’d lost her place again. Sighing heavily, she slapped the book closed.

Sitting up, she peered over from her position on the sofa to see Eddie rummaging through the refrigerator.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” she called.

“Somethin’ to eat,” he grumbled. “Guy’s probably a millionaire, doesn’t he have anything besides Lunchables in his fridge?”

“There’s some stuff for a salad—”

“I don’t need a salad,” Eddie grumbled to himself. “I need food. Meat. Wings. Like... 49 wings. Or churros, maybe.” She raised a brow at this. Eddie pulled open the freezer door, no doubt spotting the pint of ice cream. “Victory!” he cheered beneath his breath, withholding an elated fist-pump. He pulled open the carton, grabbed a spoon, and dug in like a man starved. Skipped the bowl and ate straight out of the tub.

Curious and bored, she wandered over to the kitchen and sat across from him at the bar. The sounds he made while he ate reverberated in the kitchen. It was disgusting, to be honest.

He could feel her eyes on him. Judging. “You wan’some?” he stared back at her, annoyed, ice cream dripping from his mouth.

“No,” Honey replied, wiping the offending look off her face. “I’m... I’m good.” It also bothered her that he was eating directly from the carton. It bothered her that he expected her to want to share. That would be like licking the same spoon. He was already halfway finished with the carton, however, so it was likely there wouldn’t be anything left to argue over.

“So...” Her voice trailed off, pleasantly trying to fill the silence. “How long have you been in crime?”

He stopped mid-bite. “You’re, uh... new here, aren’cha?”

She blushed. Always an outsider. It shouldn’t have bothered her that she didn’t fit in, but it did. “Is it that obvious?” she responded, somewhat offended. “How d’you know? I could be a mobster. A mob-lady.”

“Okay, first of all, nobody says that,” he scoffed with a smirk, good-natured about his teasing. He dropped the spoon in the empty carton, leaving it on the counter. She eyed it. Expectantly. And also, conversely impressed.

“Don’t you get brain-freeze?”

“Gotta big appetite,” he answered idly. Belched. “Pardon.”

She watched the beefy man wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. She studied him curiously, just as she did at the party. He was the hardest to figure out. He’d kept to himself mostly. Talked to himself, too, she noted.

Eddie stepped up to the counter, reaching into his coat pocket. He pulled out a tiny glass vial filled with some kind of oregano, opening the jar and sniffing it. He reached into the other pocket, retrieving a small packet of beige paper squares.

It occurred to her suddenly that what was in the jar was probably not oregano.

Curiously, she watched him pack the delicate cannabis flower into a round metal tin. He twisted the lid, causing it to spill out into a fine, green powder. Meticulously, he tapped the pulverized plant into one of the wrapping papers, lining it up perfectly.

He’d peek up at her every once in a while, biting back mild irritation that she was watching him hawkishly, like they were at a Hibachi restaurant. Once he was finished wrapping and sealing the joint, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a lighter. Lit up. Inhaled deeply. Blew out a pillar of smoke, body and mind relaxing.

She ogled, eyes wide. That would explain his insatiable appetite, she thought.

“You want a hit?” Eddie offered, taking the joint from his lips and reaching it out to her.

“Oh,” she blinked owlishly, staring at the burning bud. “No. No, I don’t do drugs. I-I mean, I haven’t done drugs.”

He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Well, good job just sayin’ no, Nancy Reagan.” She blushed, biting her lip. Eddie course-corrected, softer, “What I meant is ‘do you want to try it now?’”

Eyes like saucers, she stared at the joint like it was a giant, twisting roller coaster she was about to board. “I shouldn’t,” she answered shyly.

Eddie shrugged, putting the joint back in between his lips. “Okay.”

Stuttering, she added, “Not that I don’t appreciate the offer! It’s just… sometimes, I get—like my brain is moving really fast and I think—if I… y’know— what if I wig out, like I start seeing things, and start ranting and raving about being abducted by aliens?”

“Were you abducted by aliens?” He said it seriously, with a full measure of concern.

She blinked. “Not that I am aware...?”

“You’d know.” He took a long drag. “So you’re sayin’ you get anxious? Worried about it makin’ you more anxious, or paranoid. That all depends on the strain. In my experience, it has the opposite effect. Helps me relax.”

“How does that work?”

“My anxiety, or the strain?”

“Both…?”

“Different strains produce different effects. Depends on the strain and your brain chemistry.”

“I didn’t know there were different strains. Like different types—is it like an organic versus not organic thing? With pesticides and stuff? Is that bad? Do you use pesticides, or are you all-natural? I mean, not you, but your weed… um, farmer. Is that more expensive if it’s organic? Like… farm-to-table?”

Eddie let out a long billow of smoke. Red eyes taking stock of her. Reading. Pondering. “I’m also a nervous eater,” he answered.

She nodded, mouth forming an O in response.

They gazed at one another for several seconds, before she added, asking “What’s your take on those Danish butter cookies they sell in those round metal tins?”

He took another puff. “The ones that look like rings taste the best.”

Her eyes lit up, filled with renewed fervor. “Right?! I know! Everyone says I’m crazy and says they all taste the same.”

“Bullshit.”

“Exactly! Thank you!” she heaved a huge sigh of relief, which was utterly inappropriate for the situation to anyone outside of her own head.

“The rings are my fourth favorite cookie type. Maybe my third.”

Her head tilted. “What’s your favorite?”

He blew out another pillar of smoke. “Peanut butter.”

Her eyes darted over to the pantry door across the kitchen. She’d taken full stock of the contents the morning she made breakfast. The tiny smile on her face faltered for a just moment, her wheels spinning.

There it was. Her way out.

Her eyes drifted back to Eddie, as he enjoyed another drag. She licked her lips, and tried to steady her voice.

“I can make some?” she replied, with a glimmer of hope in her voice.

Eddie froze. His eyes wide.

Peter was out of control. He couldn’t even remember how he got there. It was like teleportation. He blinked and was somewhere else.

Chest heaving, sweat beading at his brow, he only had a vague idea of where he was. A warehouse near the East River. He could smell it. He had less of an understanding of what he was doing there.

It wasn’t until he saw the looks on the faces of Miguel, Noir, and Hobie did he begin to suspect that something very bad had transpired.

“Christ, Pete…” he heard Miguel mutter beneath his breath.

Peter followed his line of sight to see a broken, barely-breathing body at his feet. Broken in the sense that it was no longer shaped like a human. Instead it was a crimson-coated mass, a wheezing, sloppily-folded lump of bloody clothes.

Blood was everywhere. Soaked the concrete. Coated the inside of Peter’s nostrils. Splattered across his black leather shoes. His breath hitched at the sight. Gaze trailing to his sticky hands, clutching a twisted tire iron. Warm viscera dripped from the end.

He shuddered, finding it hard to breathe. Like he was drowning. Like blood coated his throat and lungs. Tiny droplets ran down his face like raindrops on a window pane.

An inhuman groan left the pile of broken man at his feet. Not inhuman in the sense that he’d been born an animal, but in the sense that anything resembling a human had been beaten out of him. He was no longer person-shaped. His being alive was a cruelty at this point. Every ragged breath was a curse.

Peter stepped back away from the destroyed body, tearing onyx eyes from the sight. Seeing the way his men stared back at him— horrified— monster— psycho— parasite— maniac— infection— was equally sickening. He pried each of his fingers away from the bent iron, uncurling the twisted metal from his grip.

“Put ‘em out of his misery,” Peter ordered coldly, swallowing back bile as he stepped away from the body.

Dazed, he drifted towards the entrance of the shipping terminal as if awakening from a dream. His legs were made of concrete. His head throbbed. Needles pierced his eyes. His stomach twisted and gurgled, and similarly drowned by nausea.

A single gunshot rang out from behind him and echoed off the metal siding of the surrounding containers. The noise made him wince, the sound causing physical pain that was like taking a cheese grater to his brain. He hissed in agony, and at the same time he relished in it. Wanted more of it. Needed it.

“Boss,” a breathless voice called out to him, stirring him from his haze. He looked over to see Felicia standing next to him, a pensive look on her face. How did he get outside? When did it get dark?

“Just get off the phone with Miles,” she said.

He tilted his head curiously. Whatever dread in her eyes wasn’t directed at him or his actions, and that surprised him as much as it terrified him.

“It’s your girl,” she grimly informed him. “She’s in an ambulance.”

Just like that.

Cut to black.

This was not a good plan. Not the worst plan Honey had ever come up with (there was that time she tried cutting her own bangs right before the Eighth Grade Graduation Dance), but it was certainly near the bottom. Impulsive, haphazard, and not well-thought out in the least, it was also fairly on brand.

Those were the things she thought as she was being wheeled into the emergency room of Indian Head Mountain Medical Center. Through red, bleary eyes, she caught a glimpse of a sign with the hospital logo and letters spelling ‘Woodstock, NY’ underneath it. That answered one question. Sort of, since she was unaware of how much time had passed in the ambulance.

It had taken about 30 minutes to locate and assemble the ingredients into plump, doughy, peanut buttery balls. She enlisted Eddie’s help to roll the dough, and showed him how to use a fork to make hash marks. He was both delighted and mesmerized by the action. Soothed, even.

His eyes were bulging with excitement as she explained that they were ready to go into the oven. (In reality, she would’ve let them chill in the refrigerator for about 2 hours and it secretly burned her up inside to rush the process and do a halfass job.) Any more waiting, however, and she was afraid she’d lose her nerve.

When Eddie took the first bite of one of her delicious peanut butter cookies, his eyes rolled up in his head with delight. Soon a big, dopey grin widened his face. He savored and swallowed each bite, drifting into a little slice of heaven. Seeing reactions to her treats had always been a rare highlight of working in the service industry. She loved it.

They were good cookies, she noted, her only complaint being she wished she’d had added more nutmeg.

About 4 minutes after taking the first bite, her lips began to tingle.

Within 20 minutes she was a heaving, coughing, snot-covered, teary-eyed mess on the floor, slipping into anaphylactic shock.

Eddie handled it well—

whattheshit are you shittin me are you playin stopplayinrightnow sweartogod is this a joke did fuckinjohnnystorm put you up to this fuuccck i am way too high toofuckinhigh for this shit ohmygoddontyoudieonme don’t you fuckin die he’llfuckinkillme are you playing tellmenow holyshitfuck

—as far as she could tell. Up until she started losing consciousness.

Once the epinephrine kicked in, she quickly lamented an unforeseen flaw in her plan. She hadn’t anticipated the amount of time it would take the swelling in her face to wear down.

“You’re almost there, honey, just stay with us,” a nurse reassured her, glancing down over the edge of the gurney railing to look her in her bloodshot eyes.

What’s with the nicknames? she wanted to ask.

Instead, she informed the nurse of her real name, and her current address, and her health insurance provider, who her emergency contact was, her blood type, and the small detail about being kidnapped by a mob boss.

She divulged all of that information, despite her tongue being the size of a soda can.

As such, it sounded more like, “adf meklp mef nii viin kehhaaaf nigh euh maa yahah gung an aire gaa hilla maaahuhh—”

“Just relax,” the nurse replied sweetly, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Try to save your breath, okay?”

Okay.

This wasn’t working. She was running out of time.

It took roughly 25 minutes for the additional antihistamine booster to kick in. Her vision had cleared and her breathing had returned to normal. Within the first 30 seconds of being left alone, she rose from the hospital bed, quietly switched off her machines, unhooked her IVs, and slipped away.

Four minutes later, in a different wing outside of the emergency room, she spotted a group of nurses exiting what appeared to be a break room. The rows of lockers inside confirmed her suspicion. She pulled open each unlocked locker door. On the tenth try, she found a gym bag.

Seven minutes later, she jogged through a back door of the hospital, wearing a pair of men’s joggers that were 10 inches too long for her legs, and an equally oversized NYU hoodie. The real treasures were the cell phone and wallet she was now in possession of.

She was bursting with energy, and it wasn’t just from steroids.

The act of escaping a safe house, then escaping an emergency room, then stealing a stranger’s possessions, made her feel not as bad as she would’ve imagined. If she was being honest with herself, she felt pretty good. Better than good. Somewhat invincible. There was a humming buzz beneath her skin, blood rushing and pumping through her body. A flush in her cheeks that hadn’t ever been there before. Her heart fluttered like a hummingbird.

It probably wasn’t the epinephrine either.

“911, what is your emergency?” a female dispatcher said through the line. Twenty minutes and a mile and a half later, she was at a payphone near a bus station.

What’s the emergency? she thought. What is the emergency?

What a loaded question.

A cute boy she had been flirting with at work turned out to be a murderous, mafia ringleader, and had kidnapped her, held her prisoner in his luxury mountain retreat in the Catskills, and had recently divulged to her his plot to kill the Mayor of New York City.

Yes, she needed help, alright. She needed UNICEF. The Red Cross. The Salvation Army. The U.S. Army. Every army, all of them, right now. Send everyone.

“Ma’am, I need you to slow down. Just tell me where you are,” the voice on the other end replied.

Oh, shit. She said all that aloud?

She shuddered, finding it hard to breathe. Like she was drowning. She had only a vague understanding of where she was. Her brain and mouth were moving out of sync.

Eyes darting around, frenzied, expecting to find Peter standing behind her.

Not Peter, perhaps, but some roughneck caricature of a goon wearing a long overcoat and a fedora. Or a caricature of Peter wearing a long overcoat and a fedora. Would it be the monster, or her friend? Would he be Prince Charming or Scarface?

More terrifying, what if he was actually someone worse?

She paused, considering with worry. “No, listen to me! You need to get to 1630 Revello Drive, Apartment 2B, in-in Long Island City. Please!”

“Can you tell me your name?” the voice asked. She stopped her lips before any more words could come out.

The ghosts of Peter’s story haunted her mind, sending shivers down her spine. Without another word, she hung up the phone, staring at it like it had cursed her.

Peter was... troubled. Without a doubt. Emotionally dysfunctional, possibly. Batshit crazy, for sure. But was he wrong to be paranoid?

More terrifying, what if he was actually right?

A disheartening dread settled into her bones. Her limbs felt heavy, like they were made of concrete.

She needed to get home. Fast.

Four hours and 45 minutes later, after two buses, three trains, and the setting of the winter sun, she was standing across the street from the apartment building at 1630 Revello. She shivered in the freezing air, but not from the temperature. The quiet outside was nothing in comparison to the cacophony inside her mind.

She hated coming to this street.

The windows on the southern corner of the second story had its blinds closed tight. Warm light illuminated them from behind. She chewed her lip anxiously, trying to simultaneously talk herself into moving forward and running in the opposite direction.

The thought of the horrible fate suffered by Nasrin and Leyla compelled her to move forward. She inhaled sharply, trying to calm her racing pulse, and exhaled slowly. Took a step forward into the street. And another, and another, and another. Each one building confidence that she didn’t have before. Each one a reminder of where she had been and how far she had come.

Forward. Always forward.

Forward.

Until the tires of a black Chevy Tahoe screeched to a stop an arm’s length in front of her, nearly hitting her. Stunned by almost having been run over by an SUV—pay attention to what you’re doing, stupid girl — her feet rooted to the ground. Indignation quickly took over, as she glowered at the vehicle furiously.

“Watch where you’re goin’!” she barked with a tone she wasn’t used to hearing coming from herself. Her chest puffed up, and she felt like she’d grown half a foot in stature.

The driver of the vehicle, a dark-skinned man in his 30s, with his curly hair styled neatly into a short fro, simply glared at her through the window. She shot daggers at him with her stare. The newfound boldness she possessed suggested she should drag him out of the vehicle and give him a piece of her mind.

Until the rear door opened.

The man that emerged rendered her motionless. Rendered her useless. Helpless. Heart pounding. Muscles locking in place. Throat seizing up. Anaphylaxis all over again.

She couldn’t run. She couldn’t scream. The monster she fought so hard to escape had found her.

“Heya, sweetheart,” her husband sneered, tone dripping with malice. “Long time, no see.”

Continue to Part 9

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sheridans-dynamos · 2 years

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Time Makes You Bolder

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: After defeating Vecna and getting your dad back, everything seems almost perfect in Hawkins, almost... until you realize that your newest friend, Eddie, has been acting a little strange around you.

Word count: 8.6k (oops?)

A/N: Here I am, officially on the Eddie train! I mean, I’ve loved him since the start, but I’ve finally written for him! Wasn’t expecting it to turn out this long, but that’s just where the story was taking me. I’m kinda proud of this one, not gonna lie, so I hope you guys like it!! (Special shoutout to @thedevilwearsvibranium for proofreading this for me, and coming up with a summary for me cause I was struggling lmao)

"Bye, Dad!" you spoke out into the cabin with your hand on the door, ready to make a quick getaway.

But not quick enough it seemed, for your father appeared in the door frame of his room before you even managed to turn the handle. "Woah there, kiddo. Where you headed like that?" Hopper questioned, his arms crossing over his chest.

You groaned as you turned towards him, letting your back rest against the door as you eyed your father.

You had been incredibly thrilled to find out he was alive, you missed him so much while he was "dead." You remembered your reunion and how you felt in that moment as if it was yesterday, even though it was actually close to five months ago now.

You, him and your sister, Eleven, had hugged each other and cried until all the tears had left your body. And you spent the few days following never leaving each other's side, having so much to catch each other up on in all of your respective lives.

Spring Break had been rough, with Vecna and the whole Upside Down mess. It wasn't the first time you had to deal with all of that, but it still wasn't easy.

Many times you had feared for the lives of your friends, the friends you'd had for years now, and also the ones you'd just made through this most recent brush with certain death.

Eddie had come really close to dying that day you defeated Vecna, but thankfully he'd made it through the fight thanks to your help.

Things were much calmer now, and it felt good to be able to just live your life like a normal person, graduate with your friends (yes, even Eddie finally got that damn piece of paper) and now enjoy your summer with everyone.

And as much as you'd missed your dad, that was something you hadn't missed. That overprotectiveness and constant questioning of your whereabouts. Even though you couldn't really blame him, considering everything that happened over the last three years, it was still exhausting.

"Just going over to Family Video to meet up with some friends, then we'll probably go hang out at the field a bit, I don't know," you answered his question, hoping that would be the end of it.

"That Harrington boy again? I still don't trust that kid," he gruffed, and you chuckled, amused that you were still at this point. Your dad had never really liked you being friends with Steve, always saying he didn't trust "boys like that" with his daughter, that they only want one thing and blah blah blah.

"Yes. And Nancy, and Robin, and… maybe someone else. And by the way, Dad, 'That Harrington boy,' as you call him, only has eyes for Nancy, you don't have anything to worry about," you tried to reassure him once again, even though you knew it wouldn't do much to calm his ever worrying mind.

"Hmm. Well. Have fun, then. And don't be home too late. And don't have too much fun," Hopper said as he slowly uncrossed his arms.

You smiled at him and his grumpy demeanor, thinking once more of just how much you'd missed him. You dropped your bag on the table next to the door, making your way to him and wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He seemed surprised for a second, but quickly returned the gesture, holding you close to his chest.

"What's this for?" he mumbled against your head.

"I just love you, that's all," you responded as you pulled away, finally getting to exit the cabin.

Hopper smiled to himself as you closed the door and made your way to your car. "I love you, too, kiddo."

You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel of your car as you drove towards the video store, your head slightly bopping to the music you were listening to with your windows down. As much as you loved the current popular music, you couldn't let go of that one album from over ten years ago that just filled you with so many emotions. Fleetwood Mac's self titled album had seen you through so many tough times in your life, it would forever be your favorite.

Not that people knew that. You had a deep love for music, but mostly kept it to yourself. You could discuss music related things with people, but you liked to keep the songs and artists that mattered most to you close to your chest, not willing to let people intrude upon it.

You pulled into the parking lot at Family Video, turning your car off as you stepped out and made your way towards the door. You could already hear Steve and Robin bickering about something.

Their voices became clearer as you opened the door, making the bell ring, which would usually alert them to your presence, but they seemed too engrossed in their debate to notice now.

"Robin, she's not-" Steve was saying, but Robin quickly interrupted him.

"No, I'm telling you, she definitely has- Oh, hi Y/N! Didn't see ya there!" She abruptly stopped what she had been saying when she finally became aware of your presence, starting to fidget, which caused you to frown at her.

"Who were you talking about?" you questioned.

"Oh, you know, just… someone," Steve shrugged vaguely.

"A- a girl Steve likes!" Robin blurted, and Steve elbowed her, but she swatted at his arm, dismissing his protest. "Yeah, totally. We were talking about this girl Steve likes, and I was just telling him that obviously she likes him, cause, ya know, he's Steve and all," she finished off with an eye roll, which made you chuckle.

"So, who's the lucky girl, then?" you asked him. You were a bit surprised to hear he was into someone, considering how you knew he felt about Nancy. But if this could help him move on and be happy, then good for him.

"Oh, you know, it's um- just some girl," he told you, pretty much only echoing his answer from earlier. You eyed him cautiously, wondering why he didn't seem to want to share any information with you about this mystery girl.

"Okayyy," you let the word stretch, still confused, your mind turning over the possibilities, but snapping back to reality as Robin clapped her hands once, loudly.

"Alright, now that you're here, let's get going! Nancy is meeting us at the field."

You waited for her to continue, as there was still one person unaccounted for in your little friend group, but she kept silent as she hopped over the counter to make her way to the door, forcing you to say, "What about Eddie?"

The grin on Steve's face made you narrow your eyes, wondering why your question elicited such a response from him, but not thinking too much of it. "Oh don't worry, Eddie's probably already there, waiting for us." He winked at you, and you waved your arm off, dismissing this odd behavior as typical Steve shenanigans. Who knew why that man did any of what he did.

"Okay, well, let's go then! We shouldn't keep him waiting." You gestured for Steve to join you on this side of the counter and he obliged, the grin still ever present on his face as he jogged past you, ruffling your hair on his way and making you groan in annoyance.

"Dammit, Harrington," you grunted, smoothing your hair as you followed your friends out.

You walked a little bit behind Steve and Robin, watching them with a fond smile as they kept bumping shoulders in fake little tackles. You never had many friends growing up, but one good thing the Upside Down had brought to your life was this group of people.

You could see Nancy and Eddie sitting on a blanket a bit further down the path. You hurried along as you saw Eddie wave you over, his arm moving in nearly frantic gestures, with Nancy chuckling beside him, an amused smile on her face as she shook her head gently.

"Hi guys," you said as you let yourself plop down into a lying position on the blanket, having left Steve and Robin behind in your little run over to your hanging spot.

You let your head fall onto Nancy's lap, and she put her hand on your face, smoothing some hair out of your face as she greeted you. "Hey, Y/N."

You saw Eddie look at you with an odd expression on his face, but the second your eyes locked, he quickly looked away. You frowned slightly, but, deciding not to let the odd moment ruin your mood, you nudged the side of his thigh with your foot. "Hey, butthead."

"What?" he chuckled, but still avoided looking directly at you.

"You didn't say hi to me," you replied, poking his leg to make him look at you, which he finally did, albeit somewhat reluctantly.

"Oh. Sorry. Hello, angel," he mumbled, his hand coming to rest on your foot that was still on his thigh. You looked at him carefully, trying to assess him.

You never really understood Eddie. One minute he'd be all strange around you, barely acknowledging you, as if he didn't want to be around you, and then the next, he'd be all sweet, calling you pet names. It shouldn't affect you, and it didn't, not really, you told yourself. After all, it didn't mean anything. But you couldn't help the weird feeling you got in the pit of your stomach every time he called you something other than your name.

"Hey dinguses," Robin said as she finally made it to your spot, nudging your leg with her own.

"Move that leg outta the way and let me sit here. Unless you're hoping Eddie'll give you a foot massage or something." She wiggled her eyebrows at you, and you scoffed, moving and coming into a sitting position to allow her to come sit down next to you, now having her between you and Eddie. You felt a mix of relief and disappointment at the lost proximity. But both feelings were a bit too much to try and process when you were supposed to be having a fun time with your friends.

Robin leaned in close to you to whisper in your ear in a conspiratorial tone. "Sorry 'bout that. Wanna switch spots?"

You turned to her, confused by the question. Had your weird little emotional turmoil just now been that easy to read? You shook your head. No, there was no way she knew. There wasn't even anything to know, for crying out loud. Yes, sure, you were maybe a little more excited to go somewhere when you knew Eddie would be there. And he could make you laugh like no one else did, but that didn't have to mean something more than what it was, which was Eddie being a good friend, whom you'd grown to care a lot for over the last months.

"What? Why would I wanna switch spots? I'm fine here. And what are you sorry about?" you replied in the same whisper tone. She gave you a knowing look that seemed to say 'Oh, come on, you know why.' and you glared at her, dismissing her non verbal statement with your hand before turning to face Steve, who seemed to just be staring longingly at Nancy with no subtlety whatsoever from the tree he was leaning against a little bit further from the blanket everyone else was on.

You got up and made your way to him, snapping him out of his daze when you bumped your shoulder against his arm and spoke. "Hey, loverboy."

"Hmm?" his noncommittal response made you realize he hadn't actually snapped out of it, and you went in front of him to interrupt his line of sight before someone else noticed, especially Nancy.

"Steve. You're staring. And you're not even trying to be subtle about it." You sighed, feeling bad for your friend. You knew he never fully got over Nancy, but it seemed to have gotten worse since the events of Spring Break.

"What? I wasn't staring, staring at who? Who's staring?" he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed you.

"Steve, please, you were practically drooling on the ground with your eyes glued to Nancy," you chuckled.

"Oh please, like you're one to talk," he replied.

"What are you talking about?" you questioned, having no idea what he was referring to.

Steve brought a hand to his face, his palm effectively slamming right onto his face. "Shit," he groaned. "Nothing, I'm just um- just projecting. Deflecting. Yeah, that's the word, deflecting." He accompanied his statement with a firm nod of his head, as you eyed him curiously.

"O…kay?" you said hesitantly. "Are you alright, Steve? I know how hard it can be, I mean, I can imagine, to have feelings for someone who you have to see all the time, but can't be with."

You put a reassuring hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze in an attempt to provide some comfort.

"Who, Nancy?" he said in a voice a bit higher than his normal register. The look you gave him made him reconsider his well thought out rebuttal. "Fine, yeah. It's hard. But it's okay, I'm dealing, best as I can, I guess."

You smiled sadly, bringing your arms around him to pull him into a hug, holding on to him for a few seconds before pulling back slightly and saying, "I'm here for you, Steve, always."

A grateful smile appeared on his face as he looked at you. "Same goes here. If you ever need to talk about anything, or anyone, I'm here."

You nodded, taking his hand to pull him back towards the rest of your friend group. You felt eyes on you as you approached, almost burning a hole into the back of your head, but when you turned to see who it was and your eyes locked with Eddie's, he quickly looked away, once again.

You were the only two left now, the rest of your friends all having gone home for the night.

Eddie had seemed a bit off still for a little while, but now that it was just you two, he was back to normal, joking around with you and making you practically forget about anything other than him in that moment.

He was currently going on about a new song he was learning to play on his guitar, explaining to you a particularly tricky chord change he was having some trouble with. You couldn't help the little smile that appeared on your face as you listened to him, seeing him so happy and passionate about something just couldn't do anything but make you happy as well.

You would've stayed there all night with him if you could've, just sitting together, talking about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other's company. You had spent many nights doing just that back when he was still wanted for murder and you all took turns staying with him to make sure he was alright.

But things were different now, your dad was back, and that was the greatest thing you could've ever hoped for. But it also meant no staying out all night, especially not with a guy, otherwise a search party would soon be organised to find you.

You looked at your watch, knowing you had to head back soon if you didn't want your dad to freak out on you.

By now you were both sitting on the ground in comfortable silence. Your shoulders almost touching, but not quite. It was often so easy being around Eddie, you weren't sure when or why things had started to feel more complicated with you two.

“I'm gonna have to get going," you said reluctantly, wishing you could enjoy this moment of normalcy with him a bit longer.

He nodded his head. "Right, right, yes," he said, nodding his head once more, as if trying to bring himself back from wherever his mind had wandered off to. "Do you need a ride home?"

You shook your head as you tried to rise, but Eddie was quicker, jumping onto his feet and extending his hand to you, which you gladly took, letting him pull you to your feet. He had tugged with a little more force than necessary, causing you to stumble into him. Your breath caught in your throat for a second, as you stayed pressed against him much longer than necessary, before you realized fully what had just happened and you pushed yourself away, chuckling awkwardly as you dusted off your pants with your hands. "Thanks," you breathed. "And thanks for the ride offer, but I actually came here with my car, it's right over there, so I'm good." You pointed at the little path where your car was parked.

"Oh, yeah, totally, right. Okay yeah, well, goodnight I guess, then," he rambled on, avoiding your eye as he backed away, probably towards where he had parked his own van. "Get home safe, yeah?" he added, finally looking up at you as he awaited your confirmation, probably also wanting to keep an eye on you as you made your way back to your car.

"Yeah. You too, Munson. Stay safe out there."

He seemed to cringe a bit at your words, but quickly masked the expression with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, giving you a little nod. "Always."

You nodded too, turning away to get to your car. Once you sat in the driver's seat, you groaned in exasperation, wondering what had gone wrong. Things had been normal again between you two, until they weren't.

It had to be that moment when he pulled you up and you bumped into him. It wouldn't have been a big deal, if you could've just been normal about it. But no, instead you had to stay there longer than you should have and practically gawk at him, making things awkward. That must've been why he'd been so uncomfortable after that.

You let your head fall onto the steering wheel with another groan, the loud honk of your car making you jump back as you realized your mistake, seeing Eddie turn rapidly towards you, concern evident in his eyes.

You rolled your window down to shout to him, "Sorry, it was an accident! Everything is good!"

He seemed to hesitate for a second, but then gave a small nod and continued towards his car.

You willed yourself to start the drive home, suddenly feeling an intense craving for your bed, burying yourself under a ton of blankets, and forgetting everything about this disastrous end to your otherwise pleasant day.

You were on your bed, listening to some music as you read a comic book, trying to relax after a long day at work. You hadn't had much time to see your friends in the last couple of days, with your job keeping you quite busy.

You had considered going out tonight, but instead opted for a quiet night in, taking advantage of the fact that you were home alone to put your music as loud as you wanted.

But despite the volume, you still heard the faint noise of the telephone ringing in the other room. You sighed as you forced yourself to get up, leaving the comic book face down on the bed to remember what page you were on.

"Hello?" you answered the phone, not sure who was calling, but you knew the list of possibilities wasn't all that long.

"Hey, kiddo." You heard your dad's voice on the other end of the line, and you smiled to yourself. You still weren't fully used to the fact that he was back, that your family life was back.

"Hey, Dad. What's up?"

"Do you think you could go pick up your sister at Max's? She was supposed to sleep over there again tonight but something came up. I didn't really get what, something about that Sinclair kid I think. But anyways, I have a few things to finish up here at the station before I can get going, and I don't want her walking home by herself at night," your dad finished, and you let your back fall against the wall, groaning internally at the prospect. There went your quiet night in. But at least it gave you an excuse for a little late night drive, which also meant blasting your favorite albums in the car.

"Yeah, no problem, I'll leave right now," you told him.

You heard him sigh in relief, and you shook your head slightly at how stressed out he'd been over this simple thing. Although, to be fair to him, considering the lives you all led, it was understandable that he might be concerned. "Thanks, kiddo. I owe you one."

"Don't mention it. Alright, I'm gonna get going. Bye, Dad, love you."

"Love you, too, kiddo," your dad said before hanging up the phone. It wasn't something you'd always been able to say easily before, especially through a tumultuous father/teenage daughter relationship. But after everything you both went through, you liked to say it to each other as often as possible.

You took a few steps towards the kitchen table, where you had left your keys, and grabbed a jacket before heading out to the trailer park.

You got out of your car, looking towards Max's trailer. You started to make your way there, but out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that the door to Eddie's trailer wasn't fully closed. Concern for your friend instantly took hold of you, and you cautiously approached the trailer, wishing you had some sort of weapon on you.

You figured your sister could stay at Max's a few minutes longer while you investigated this. Although, she could've been useful if something bad was going on, but it was probably nothing, so you didn't want to worry her for nothing. But, considering everything that happened a few months ago, you couldn't be too sure of that fact, so you had to go and make sure.

When you got to the door, you called out Eddie's name, but no answer came. You knocked on the door once, waiting for a reaction, but when you still heard nothing from him, you slowly pushed the door, making your way in as you carefully scanned the place. The lights were on in the living room, and nothing seemed to be out of place. As you got closer to Eddie's room, you started to hear the sound of guitar, which instantly brought relief to you. Everything was fine, he'd just forgotten to close his door properly, as he'd done many times before and probably would do many times again in the future, and he hadn't heard you because he was playing his guitar. Although it sounded like it was his acoustic one this time, which he didn't play all that often.

You sighed, feeling as though you'd severely overreacted, and a bit annoyed at him for having worried you like that. You were about to turn around and leave, making sure to close the door properly this time, when you heard the soft finger picking of your favorite song in the whole world. You froze in your spot, then walked to the door of his room and pushed it gently to enter. He didn't notice you at first, too engrossed in his playing to be aware of anything else.

But standing there, you could indeed confirm that he was playing Landslide by Fleetwood Mac, which wasn't something you ever pictured Eddie Munson, the metalhead, playing alone by himself in his room at night.

"Didn't peg you as a Fleetwood Mac fan," you finally spoke up, starting to feel like a bit of a creep, just standing there and watching him play.

His head snapped to you and he jumped back on his bed, nearly throwing his guitar in your direction. He seemed to calm down a bit as he realized who was standing there, but he was still breathing rapidly as he brought a hand to his chest to steady himself. "Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N! What the hell?!"

You raised your hands in surrender, feeling bad for having scared him like that. "Sorry, sorry! The door to your trailer wasn't closed all the way, and I was here to pick up El at Max's, so I got worried and just wanted to check on you, but then… Fleetwood Mac, really? I didn't think that was the kind of stuff you listened to," you went back to your previous statement, too curious and shocked to let that one go. It was a pleasant surprise to hear him play this kind of music, but it just didn't make sense.

Eddie chuckled a little awkwardly, going back to the edge of his bed, where he'd been sitting before when you first came in, and he laid down his guitar gently next to him. "It's not. The kind of stuff I listen to, I mean," he said, and you looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate. "I- um…" his hand came up to scratch at his ear as he avoided your gaze.

You grew more and more confused at his reaction, wondering why he was being so cagey about a song he had been playing.

"I was playin' it 'cause of you," he finally said, but his answer only made you more confused.

"Me?" you asked, the expression on your face making Eddie's own soften as he nodded slightly.

"Yeah. I- uh, you know, with the whole Vecna thing and the music, I thought it'd be a good idea to have your favorite song in my repertoire, just in case," he told you, making your eyes widen in shock.

"How did you know? I've never told anyone this is my favorite song, and we've gotten a lot closer now, but we weren't really back then, so how could you possibly have known?" you questioned. No matter how much you tried to deny any emotions that came up when it came to Eddie, you couldn't deny the complete awe that you were feeling at the fact that he had bothered to do this for you, to protect you.

"Y/N, I sat behind you in English class for a year," he laughed, but something about his demeanor felt a little closed off, like he was embarrassed. "I- well you could say that I… noticed you… And I saw you coming in nearly every day with a Fleetwood Mac cassette in your player. Sometimes Queen, sometimes Billy Joel, but it always went back to that one album. And I heard you mumble the lyrics to Landslide to yourself during boring lectures more times than I could count. So I figured that was the one. But I learned the entire album, just to be safe."

You looked at him, completely dumbfounded. The fact that he had paid attention to these little details was one thing, but that he then held on to them for so long, you had no words.

"Eddie, I- wow," you started, going to sit next to him on the bed, his big brown eyes following your movements closely. "I don't know what to say," you breathed as you looked into his eyes. He seemed self conscious about his confession, but his eyes remained on you all the same.

"You think I'm a creep, now, don't you?" He added a little laugh to his question, as if he was joking, but you could tell from the expression on his face that he was worried.

"What? Oh my god, Eddie, no!" Your hand came to rest on his thigh, and his eyes widened in shock a little at the contact, as it was more intimate than your usual interactions, but you kept going. "This is literally the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me. I just can't believe you paid attention to any of that, especially when we didn't even really know each other that well back then. I just-" You paused. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and never let go. But you remembered the weirdness from the other day after your prolonged contact, and hesitated. The last thing you wanted right now was to make things awkward because you read too much into this situation.

"Did you… did you learn to play everyone else's favorite songs?"

He looked away, his hand going through his hair to tame it back as his eyes were fixed on a particularly interesting spot on the floor. "No… no, I didn't." It came out barely above a whisper, but you still heard him.

"Why me?" you asked, your voice as quiet as his. You couldn't help the question, needing to hear the answer from his lips.

"You're really gonna make me say it?" he groaned half heartedly, finally facing you once again. You scrunched your face up as you nodded slightly, causing him to let out a warm laugh before speaking. "Y/N, c'mon now. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. The reason I knew about your favorite song is because I spent so much time looking at you and trying to find a way I could approach you, but I always chickened out. Sitting behind you in class and just being near you was always the best part of my day. And then we became friends and the more I got to know you the harder I fell. I've wanted to tell you this for a while now, but I was scared you'd be creeped out. And I'm sorry if I've been acting weird around you lately, it's just been getting harder and harder to be close to you and stopping myself from kissing you and touching you and God now I definitely sound like a creep, I'm sorry-"

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his, stunning him into silence, but it only took a moment before he reciprocated the kiss, his hands burying themselves into your hair as your own hand came to rest on his chest. A small moan escaped you as Eddie deepened the kiss, and you felt him groan against your mouth at the sound.

You pulled away from him, just enough to be able to breathe, as you let your forehead rest against his own.

"Was that just for my benefit, to shut me up? Or did you mean it?" You could see the grin on his face as he said it, probably still needing the reassurance, even though your actions had spoken louder than words.

You pecked his lips once more, backing a bit further away this time so you could look at him properly.

"I meant every second of it," you said with a smile on your face, even though you could tell he already knew that from the way he was looking at you with stars in his eyes. "I've been lying to myself for so long, now, Eddie. From the moment I met you, I've been drawn to you. And that feeling grew stronger and stronger as we started to spend time together, but I always dismissed it as friendship. I didn't want it to be more than that, cause I was scared you wouldn't feel the same way. But I'm tired of running from myself, running from you, and from my own happiness. I've been happier this summer than I have in years, and that's in great part because of you. And if being your friend makes me this happy, I can't even imagine how happy I'll be getting what I really want with you," you finished, the smile on your face growing as you went on, feeling incredible relief at finally allowing yourself to be true to your own feelings.

Eddie's hand came to cup your face, and you leaned into his touch with a content sigh. He brought his face less than an inch from yours, mumbling against your lips before kissing you once more, "Fuck, I love you so much, darling."

"I love you, too, Eddie," you replied as soon as you had enough space to do so, but quickly closing in the distance between you two once more.

You hadn't been able to stay nearly as long as you would've liked making out with Eddie on his bed. There had been a reason for your presence at the trailer park in the first place, and you couldn't bail on your big sister duties. So you had, reluctantly, said goodbye to Eddie, and he promised to call you in the morning as he peppered your face with kisses.

El had been suspicious of your dreamy state as you picked her up, but you didn't feel ready to tell her about you and Eddie just yet, so you'd played it off, and she didn't press you further.

You were now back in your room, El in her own, and your dad still at work for God knew how long. You were doing your best to try to concentrate on your previously abandoned comic book, but your mind simply wasn't there.

All you could do was remember the feeling of Eddie's hands on you, the taste of his lips against yours, the sound of his voice, calling your name…

No. That last one wasn't a memory. You really could hear Eddie calling your name right now.

You rose from your bed, walking to your window carefully and drawing the curtains open, only to see a grinning Eddie standing out your window, looking up at you.

"Hey, angel. I know I said I'd call you tomorrow, but I couldn't wait that long to have you in my arms again," he said to you in a dramatic way, which made you laugh quietly. It hit you in that moment that you were in for a lot of theatrics, jumping into something with this man. But you wouldn't want it any other way.

"Hold on a second!" you whispered to him before opening the door to your room, making sure El was still in her own room. You scanned the cabin quickly, saw her door closed and felt satisfied with your conclusion, and so you turned back around, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible behind you.

You leaned over the window, extending an arm out to him, as the window wasn't all that far off the ground. "Come on, get in here, you drama queen," you told him, laughing as he grabbed on to your arm and you tried to haul him up into your room, you both struggling under the effort.

You finally managed to pull him in, but stumbled back as you did, and his arms wrapped around you protectively, causing him to join in on your fall onto your bed, him landing promptly on top of you.

You both laughed at the situation, exhausted from the effort, as he settled himself, one arm on each side of you, propping himself up as he essentially caged you on your bed.

"Hey now, you calling me a drama queen cause I'm missing my girl?" he asked, bumping his nose against yours and you laughed once more, having no idea how this became your life so fast, but you absolutely were not complaining.

"Your girl, huh?" you repeated, and he grinned at you, but you could see a bit of a question in his eyes, as if he was worried he was moving too fast. "I like that," you whispered before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in close to you for a kiss.

You had no idea how long you and him got lost in each other. It could've been minutes, just like it could've been hours. Time didn't seem to matter at all when you were with Eddie. All you knew was that this could actually be heaven.

Well, it would've been heaven, had it not been for-

"Hey, I'm ho- what the fuck is this?" Eddie jumped away from you so fast the second you both heard the voice of your father resound in your room. You had no idea how you'd missed him coming in, you usually always heard the door. Eddie really was one hell of a distraction.

Your dad had his hands into fists resting on his hips in a disapproving dad stance, and if this situation wasn't so mortifying, you'd probably be laughing about it.

"Sir, I-" Eddie started, scrambling to get off the bed, but your dad raised a hand out and Eddie instantly shut his mouth.

"No. Nope. You. Out," he gritted out, and you could see the utter fear on Eddie's face. You were almost worried he wouldn't want anything to do with you from now on, knowing how scary your dad could be. You saw him give you a sheepish look before he turned to the window, but your dad spoke again, "Through the door, young man."

Eddie turned once more, giving a small nod as he made his way to the door, wincing as he had to get past your dad to leave your room.

The second he was gone, you let yourself fall onto the bed once more, a heavy sigh escaping you.

"Dad, seriously?"

His hand came back into its original position, resuming his angry dad stance. Now that you thought of it, it was a stance you'd seen Steve in more times than you could count when he was interacting with the kids.

"Oh, me, seriously? I'm sorry, was I the one having sex in the room next to her sister's, with some shaggy-"

"Hey, don't bad mouth Eddie just cause you're mad," you cut him off. "He's a great guy, dad, best one I've ever met, actually. Aside from you, that is." You added that last part with a bit of hesitation, considering how mad you were at him at that moment, but you couldn't deny that it was true, so you had to say it.

"Flattery won't work on me here, kiddo," your father huffed, but you could see he'd softened a bit.

"And we weren't having sex, by the way. Just kissing. Not that I'm not planning on it in the future, cause Dad, I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm an adult now. And I love Eddie. I didn't know I did until recently, but I've realized I've loved him for a long time now. And I'm not giving that up. I know you love me and you want to protect me, but I need you to respect me enough to let me make my own decisions." You exhaled a breath after that little speech, having said more than you had expected. It was a conversation that was long overdue between you two, but it wasn't something you'd planned on getting into tonight.

"Alright, yeah, I get what you're saying," your dad admitted, albeit a little reluctantly, as he came to sit down on your bed. You rose into a sitting position to sit beside him. "But it's hard for me, seeing my little girl all grown up like that. It's gonna take me some getting used to. But I promise I'll try, alright?" He put his hand on your shoulder, and you smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him to hug him tight.

"Thank you, Dad." Your voice sounded muffled since you spoke with your face buried in his chest, but he still heard you.

"Why don't you invite him over for dinner sometime this week? I'd like to meet him properly, make sure he's right for you."

You hesitated. Afraid that it might freak Eddie out. Not just because it might be moving a bit too fast, but mostly due to the fact that your dad was terrifying, and known to be a bully to any potential love interest you or your sister may have.

"Is this to grill him and make sure he never wants anything to do with me again?" you questioned, your eyes narrowing at him in suspicion.

Your dad laughed a little at your mistrust. "Hey, I just promised to you I'd try, didn't I? I'm not tricking you here, this is me trying."

Satisfied with his answer, you nodded, going back to hugging him. "Then yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome. But no funny business alright? I understand that you can do what you want, but if you could do it someplace else, where I'll never have to walk in on it ever again, that'd be appreciated. For the sake of your poor old dad, I'm begging you."

You laughed a little at his statement, knowing that him saying that was progress enough for now, but still a very Hopper response. "Fair enough. But you know, you could also do this really cool, new thing that was invented recently, it's called knocking."

"Oh, I did knock, kid. But I guess you were so busy sucking that guy's face off-"

"Alright, alright, I get it," you protested as he made a face, making you laugh once more.

"I'll let you get some sleep now. Goodnight, and that boy better not come back through the window tonight, or I'll have to barricade it," he joked, a small teasing smile on his face, but you knew he wasn't kidding completely, and he'd definitely consider doing just that if he caught Eddie in your room late at night again.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the little smile that appeared on your face. "Goodnight, Dad," you said, stretching the word out to show you weren't impressed with his little joke, but he just laughed, waving his hand off in a dismissing gesture before he closed the door behind him, leaving you to yourself.

As soon as you heard your father get into his room, you ran out of your own to get the phone. Thankful for the incredibly long cord, you brought it into your room with you, instantly dialing Eddie's number. It only took two rings before he answered you.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" His voice sounded worried, and you couldn't believe he was concerned for you, after your father had all but chased him out of your room.

"Yeah, of course. Are you though? Eddie, I am so sorry about that."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. That wasn't how I expected the night to go, though. Your dad sure doesn't like me much, does he?" He chuckled nervously, and your heart broke for him a little. You could only imagine him stressing over that whole interaction, and how he probably felt like he had to win your father over now.

"Eddie, it's okay. It's not personal. The only problem he had with you was that you were in my bed. But I talked to him, and he said he's gonna make an effort to be… less controlling about those things. He actually wants you to come over for dinner this week, to get to know you better. I know it's a bit fast, and like, with my dad being my dad, I would totally understand if you didn't wa-"

"Y/N." You heard Eddie's voice on the other line interrupt your spiraling ramble, and you closed your mouth, waiting for him to continue. "I would love to have dinner with you and your dad this week." You felt a smile form on your face at the softness in his voice.

"Now, I'm not gonna lie," he continued. "Your dad scares me shitless. But I wanna get to know him better, so that can change. And I also want to spend as much time as humanly possible with my girl." You could hear the grin in the way he spoke, and you had to stop yourself from kicking at the ground like a little schoolgirl with a crush at his words.

"Okay, good. I'm gonna go now. See you tomorrow when we meet up with Steve and Robin? And maybe after that we can spend some time, just you and I?"

"I'd love nothing more," Eddie said, and you smiled once more. "Oh, and, Princess?" he added, voice a bit lower than it had been 5 seconds before.

You were already melting at the nickname, but managed to say, "Yes?"

"I love you," he whispered, then hung up before giving you a chance to answer. You let your head fall into your pillow, sighing deeply.

You were truly down bad. But that wasn't such a bad thing anymore, because Eddie was yours, and you were his.

You made your way to the video store, having gotten there before Eddie. As much as you loved your friends, you couldn't wait to be alone with him again. And this time, not at your house with your dad to interrupt you.

You spotted Steve stacking movies on a shelf as soon as you walked in, making your way towards him.

"Hey, Steve. Where's Robin?" you asked as you scanned the room with your eyes, trying to find her.

That seemed to be enough to summon her, for she appeared out of the backstore. "Y/N!" she exclaimed as she jumped over the counter to hug you. You chuckled, slightly surprised by the welcome.

"Hi," you squeaked as she squeezed you tight. "What's up with you?" you asked, but you didn't mind, bringing your arms around her to hug her back.

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head vigorously, which definitely didn't convince you.

"Robin," you drew her name out in a scolding manner.

"Okay, okay. I've just been wanting to say something for a while now, and I've decided to fuck it and just say it now, so I'm kind of excited!"

Steve's eyes widened at that. "Robin, no! You know we can't," He shook his head at her. But if he thought this was helping, he was sorely mistaken, because now you had to know what they were both talking about.

"No, Steve, I'm sorry, but after last time, I can't keep it in anymore," Robin said, making you grow more and more confused.

Steve sighed, crossing his arms against his chest in resignation. "Ugh, alright, fine. I'm pretty tired of it, too. But if Nancy gives us shit for this, you're the one going down!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. There'll be nothing to be in trouble about once this is finally taken care of," Robin said, the last part said with a dreamy look.

"Guys, seriously, what are you talking about? Spit it out," you said, growing more worried by the second.

"Okay, here it goes," Steve started, seemingly deciding to take the lead in this after all. "We've noticed, all of us, over time. That you seem to- and he also seems to- what I'm trying to say is-"

"You're in love with Eddie, and Eddie's in love with you, and you guys need to get your shit together cause we can't deal with this dancing around each other thing anymore!" Robin blurted, tired of Steve walking on eggshells, not knowing how to phrase it.

You gaped at them. Had you really been that obvious to everyone but yourself? Well, thinking back on it now, and all your moments with Eddie, probably.

You started laughing, making them both frown at you.

"Y/N, please, don't try to deny it, or laugh it off, you have to see it! It's impossible not to!" Robin pleaded, mistaking your amusement for something else.

"I'm sorry, I just-" you tried to get out between fits of laughter, but didn't get a chance to, as the door opened and none other than Eddie entered the store.

"Speak of the devil," Steve chuckled, and Robin slapped his arm, apparently trying to maintain some of your dignity in front of him.

"Talking about me, I see?" Eddie grinned as he walked in, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you, placing a kiss to the side of your head. "Hello, angel," he mumbled against your skin, but loud enough for everyone present to hear.

You smiled at him, before remembering you weren't alone. Turning back to face your friends, you wished you had a camera to take a picture of this moment, with both of their mouths practically touching the floor in utter shock.

Eddie followed your gaze, and instantly pulled back from you. "Oh shit, sorry. Should I not have done that? I want the whole world to know you're mine, but I didn't think to check if you were ready to tell everyone," he said, a concerned look on his face.

"It's okay, don't worry. I don't mind them knowing. And anyways, we wouldn't have had much of a choice in telling them, they were just grilling me about getting my shit together and admitting I have feelings for you."

"I'm sorry," Steve interjected. "When did this happen, and why are we only finding out now?"

"It happened uh… last night. So I think you're pretty much getting an exclusive here, Harrington," you told him, playfully rolling your eyes at him in mock annoyance. You were entirely too happy right now to be annoyed.

Robin, recovering from her shock, started to jump up and down as she clapped her hands. "This is so exciting! I mean, fucking finally, am I right?" She grabbed both you and Eddie into an embrace, nearly choking the life out of you in her excitement. "Nancy forbade me and Steve from saying anything to you guys, saying that you had to get there on your own, but man, it was torture watching you both go, I'm so glad you finally figured it out, even if it took you for fucking ever."

You laughed, hugging her before pulling back, letting yourself lean on Eddie a bit as he put an arm around you.

"Alright, well, now that that's settled, should we go?" you asked.

"Yeah, let's get outta here," Steve replied, and you all left the store, you and Eddie hand in hand.

"By the way, I've been wanting to ask, if you felt the same way I did, why did you make that face after I embarrassed myself by staying a bit too long against you when you helped me up from the ground the other day?" you whispered into his ear as you walked towards your car.

"Hmm? Oh. Darling, when you're madly in love with a girl and she calls you by your last name like a buddy, after you just saw her in a long embrace with Steve Harrington, it always kind of feels like a slap in the face. That's why I made that face. But I thought I hid it pretty well though." He frowned a bit, and you kissed him to take that frown away, your plan instantly successful.

"I notice things about you, too. And about Steve, I was just comforting him about Nancy." He nodded, knowing now that his jealousy had been misplaced, and you were the only one he wanted. You continued, "But duly noted. I'll do everything and anything to make you feel loved, pretty boy, cause that's what you deserve," you told him, squeezing his hand in yours.

He grinned at the nickname, taking his free hand to cup your face and bringing his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

"Okay, gross! Don't make me regret rooting for you guys, please!" Robin exclaimed, half hiding her face behind her hands.

You laughed lightly as Eddie pulled away, laughing himself. "I love you," he whispered in your ear.

"I love you, too," you said back to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as you resumed walking.

This was it. The way things were supposed to be. No Upside Down threat, just a normal day, you, your friends, and your love.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn x reader

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darkcrowprincess · 16 days

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The losers club parents:

*trigger warning use of homophobic words*

*their parents have all noticed their children have been missing together for hours. They start looking in all the spots the kids hang out.*

Mrs and Mr Uris calling out together, their voices echoing together out near the barrens: STAN!! STANLEY!

Mrs Denbrough freaking out and hyper ventilating: We cant lose another child Zack! I can't lose another baby!

Mr Denbrough tries to console her but it feels like empty words: We'll find him. He'll be alright. Its not like Georgie he's with his friends.

Mr and Mrs Hanlon yell out together next: MIKE!!

Sonia Kaspbrak: Your children are never going near Eddie again! You hear me!

Mr and Mrs Hanlon call out again: MIKE!

Maggie Tozier is unfortunately stuck near Sonia, her husband up ahead with Ms Hanscom so they both could call out for Richie and Ben together. The parents have spread out in a big circle near the woods of the barrens. Each calling out their childrens names hoping they'll hear it. Maggie was unfortunately left to deal with Sonia( who they were surprised that the hypochondriac actually agreed to look with them)

Maggie tries to be nice and puts a comforting hand on Sonia's shoulder: Sonia it will be alright. Well find them. It's not any of the boys fault.

Sonia slaps the women's hand away and goes on a horrible tirade: NO! My Eddie Bear is delicate. He should have never run off with any of these boys! Especially your son!

Maggie is finally pissed off(and protective): What do you mean by that?!

Sonia with a cruel smile on her face: You know what your son is like. The whole town knows what a dirty boy he is. But I will not have that little faggot infecting my son with his disgusting feelings!

Maggie slaps the woman hard across her face. Red is in her vision. Her long nails leave scratches along her fat cheek.

Wentworth, goes to stop his wife from full on beating the shit out of Eddies bitch of a mother: Maggie!

Maggie: Our children are missing and all you care about is saying hurtful things about my son! I don't give a shit if my son is gay or both our kids have feelings for each other! As long as they're happy!

Maggie is about to jump on the vile woman but her husband picks her up. She's still tries to kick and hit at Sonia (unknowingly, she looks a lot like her son in that moment).

Maggie: You are a vile woman and your son deserves better. FRANK WOULD HATE YOU, especially for what your doing to your son.

Sonia: YOU BITCH! You take that back!

Sonia is held back by Mr and Mrs Denbrough.

Maggie: Why its not like I'm lying, Frank if he was alive right now would take Eddie away from you and never look back! And it be within his right! Your suffocating your son!

Sonia screams in anger: I'm protecting him! Its because of all your kids!

The two mothers keep fighting. Which causes the other parents to come closer and try to help. Unknowingly their children are at the top of the cliff of the barrens hearing everything.

All 7 of the losers peak their heads over the cliff to watch everything. Like little animals popping their heads out of hidding.

Eddie and Richie both stare at each other in shock.

Bill: W-we need to get down there. I-I can't believe t-the-y ww-were looking for us.

Richie: Do we have to, I'm actually finding it really cool how badass my mom is being right now.

Bill: R-richie! What about Eddie?!

Eddie with a bit of satisfaction for himself: Give it a few more minutes. Mrs Tozier just tackled my mom into the mud.

The losers all look back to see the fight.

Eddie to Richie: Your mom is so cool.

Richie with stars in his eyes: 🤩 I know right.

Richie without thinking moves fully out of hiding to cheer his mom on: GO MOM!

Maggie who finally hears her son, looks up to see the kids on the cliff: RICHIE?!

The other losers: Richie! How are we suppose to explain this to them?!

*This being the fact that they just finished fighting an evil space clown*

Richie: Oops.

Maggie dropping Sonia Kaspbrak back into the mud, yells back up to her son: RICHARD WENTWORTH TOZIER! Get your ass down here now! You know how worried we have all been!

Richie nervous now: Ooooh full name not good.

#the losers club #it #losers club #loser club parents #reddie #my writing #maggie tozier #maggie vs sonia #it chapter 1

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organic-sprolden · 1 year

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literally all I'm asking for is tia pepa or literally anyone to tell Eddie what to look for in a forever partner or whATEVER because he's been out of the scene of looking for something serious for so long.

and then we get a montage while pepa or whoever is listing things like "someone where you don't have to strain to laugh and smile and force yourself to be comfortable with" "a person that you can see yourself just sitting there in peaceful silence with" "someone who's always there for you unconditionally" "a nice little lovely lady who loves Chris and you and knows how to balance time with him and you and not be overwhelming or pushy and insert herself into your life"

and the whole time we just see multiple scenes of buck being that person and we get shots of all the buddie heart eyes and secret smiles when no one's looking and when they're finished listing all those things, Eddie's smiling distantly and is just like "huh. so that's what Ive been looking for"

and then the listing person is like "yeah so hurry up and get out there, these things take years to get to that point"

and Eddie just leaves and he goes to find buck but oH NO BUCK ISNT AT HIS LOFT SO EDDIE RUNS TO MADDIE'S HOUSE AND OOPS HE JUST MISSED HIM BUT MADDIE SAYS THAT HE SHOUDL BE ON HOS WAY TO EDDIES HOUSE RN ACTUALLY SO EDDIE GOES BACK HOME AND HE WALKS IN AND BUCK IS STANDING IN THE ENTRYWAY AND HE TURNS AROUND AND EDDIE STOPS ON THE WALKWAY AND HES SWEATING AND OUT OF BREATH AND BUCK WALKS NACK OUT TO HIM AND IS LIKE "Maddie and I had a talk about, well, a lot of things but Eddie I've realised that you were mentioned a lot. I mean, I mention you a lot when I'm talking to Maddie...and hen...and chim...and Bobby and Athena.... hell even Carla... but the point is, I'm always talking about you and when I'm not and thinking about you or Chris or both. because ever since you let me meet him, and join you two, my life has changed for the better. Eddie I can't imagine my life without you... and Chris. and I'm not sure why it just hit me now but I don't think it's— I mean, it's not just me admiring you, or wanting to be close to you. you're my family, Eddie. you and Chris are the ones I chose, and will continue to choose everyday of my life. and I just need to say that now because it's burning me up inside and what I'm trying to say is—”

and then Eddie steps closer to buck and puts his hand on bucks shoulder, briefly hesitating before shifting to cup his jaw. and both of them are holding their breaths. and both of them can't look away. and then Eddie puts his other hand on the other side of bucks face and buck grips his elbows and they are sharing breaths now because somehow they got too close to have their own individual source of oxygen.

and then Eddie says "buck. evan buckley I choose you too. always."

and then they just know and it's all over from there.

the crescendo hits and they're together. someone leaned in first. or maybe they both did, who knows, who cares. but their lips are together. they're pressed together as much as physically possible. and it's everything and more.

they pull apart and brown meets blue and then they're both grinning like they won the lottery. because, not to be cheesy, they kinda did.

so yeah, that's what I want.

#this is more than i was aiming for when i started this post.#oh well #also im thinking of that part in bad buddy (ha!) where pa tells pat something similar #like how to know youre in love or something #and pat starts to see it in his interactions with pran and is just like oH #this is a patpran appreciation post disguised as a buddie post #buddie #eddie diaz #buck and eddie #911 fox #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #911 on fox #evan buck buckley

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foreverindreamlandd · 2 years

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Vecna's Lair

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus Size!Reader

WC: 1.6k

Summary: Eddie takes you on a nighttime adventure through the woods to show you his latest discovery. Little does he know that you've been here before, and it left you with less-than stellar memories.

A/n: OOPS guess who can't get this guy out of their head??? This is my first submission for the lovely @nexusnyx 's Night Sky Challenge! Congratulations on one year and 7k Nyx! Can't wait to see how you wow us over the next 365 days with your amazing writing :) I chose the following prompt:

The night your lips touched mine for the first time. ["Wait. Come back here. Do that again.] (I played around with the dialogue portion of the prompt but you'll know it when you see it...hopefully lol)

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You were in the woods.

Eddie had called you Friday after school, asking if he could pick you up ASAP.

“Found the SICKEST thing in the woods yesterday! We gotta go check it out!”

Now here you were, flashlight in hand as darkness crept over the wooded area, trying to keep up with your best friend/eternal secret crush as he wove a path through the trees, buzzing with excitement. You tried to keep close as you blindly trudged ahead.

“I know a DM is never supposed to share their secrets with a party member,” he said, climbing up a large rock. Just as you were about to begin your ascent, his hand reached out to pull you up with him, a small smile on his face. “But I need you to see the inspiration behind what I have planned next because it’s too good not to.”

You snorted, taking his hand and silently praying that you weren’t too heavy for him to lift. A rush of relief ran through you when you made it to the top of the rock without any noticeable struggle from him. “Why didn’t you invite the rest of the club to see it then?”

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. “No way. I mean, your sorcerer would definitely have this as part of their backstory. Like, obviously we can talk about it more but I have so many plans for this, Y/n. You’re going to flip.” His smile turned sheepish. “Besides, you’re really the only one I want to share this with.”

Butterflies swarmed your stomach, and all you could do in response was scrunch your nose with a smile. His eyebrows wiggled and he led you on, hand still in yours.

It was a normal thing for the two of you to be so affectionate. You knew Eddie loved hugs since he never really received them from his parents. He also seemed to enjoy it when you rested your heads on each other’s shoulders during movie nights, held hands as you walked or while one of you cried when life became too much.

Things came so naturally for you and Eddie, like there was nothing for you to hold back minus the whole being in love with your best friend for years of course that didn’t count because it would ruin everything…

“Tadaaaa!” he exclaimed, letting go of your hand so he could step out ahead of you, arm held out to point his flashlight at his “great find.”

You groaned, and his brows knit together in confusion.

“What?” he asked.

“Skull Rock, Ed?” you crossed your arms, butterflies quickly replaced with dread.

“Okay, I guess that’s what you could call it. I was thinking something more like Vecna’s Lair or Tomb of the Raven Queen-”

“Eddie,” you cut off, looking at him as if waiting for him to quit the joke. When his expression remained confused, your eyes narrowed. “Do you really not know about this place?”

He shook his head, growing more and more visibly disappointed and you sighed, walking over to him.

You pointed your light up at the stone. “This place is Skull Rock. Harrington discovered it a few years back. It’s like, the number one hookup spot in Hawkins.”

Eddie pinched his face in disgust. “What? You mean this awesome landmark created by the dark powers that be is a place for horny teenagers to hang out?”

You shrugged. “Sorry bud.”

This time it was his turn to groan, hand running through his hair.

“I hate high school” he muttered.

Your hand rested on his shoulder in comfort. “Listen, I love the Hellfire Club squad, but I’m pretty sure none of them know about this place. You can still have Vecna’s Lair and they’ll think it’s cool as hell.”

He pouted for only a moment before tilting his head to the side, staring at you inquisitively, filling you with even more dread. His light pointed toward you accusingly and you closed your eyes from its brightness.

“Wait….how do you know about this place?” he asked, taking a few steps back, light now pivoting between you and the rock. “Have you been here before?”

Your face heated as you looked to the ground. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No freaking way!” he laughed out, voice going a bit more high pitched than usual. “With who??”

“Eddie, please..”

“No, no,” he jumped back over to you, hands on your shoulders, waiting until your eyes met his nearly black irises. “We tell each other everything, Y/n. You have to tell me this story.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “I don’t wanna.”

Concern flashed over his face. “How come?” His tone became sharper. “Did something happen to you here?”

You caught a flicker of rage in his eyes and shook your head again. “No, no, it’s not like that. It’s just…ugh.” Running a hand over your face you let out a pained whine. “I went here with Keith last year.”

Gears almost visibly shifted in Eddie’s mind as he tried to think of who you were talking about before they widened. “Wait, the guy from the arcade?”

“And the video store,” you added with a grimace.

Something flashed through Eddie’s features that you couldn’t quite make out. “You, you went here with Keith? To the…the hookup spot?”

“Yes and it was the worst moment of my life.”

“Why? Did he hurt you?” Another switch to anger and one of Eddie’s hands tightened around your shoulder in distress.

“He didn’t hurt me like that. More like wounded my pride.”

“Y/n, you have to tell me what happened before I lose my mind,” he said, forcing a closed-mouth smile in fake reassurance.

You sighed. “He asked me out for pizza and then invited me here. Next thing I know we’re kissing and then he shortly after took me home. That was it.”

Eddie stared into your eyes, reading through your bullshit like he always did. “There’s more.”

Your eyes burned as you stared down at the ground. “Hesaidiwasabadkisser,” you mumbled incoherently.

“What?”

“He said I was a bad kisser!” Your hands flew up in the air in defeat. “So that’s that, then! The one guy who has ever shown any interest in me says I’m a bad kisser! And now I kind of hate this place because it reminds me of that!”

Eddie stared at you for a few moments, eyes boring into yours as you met his gaze, mouth opening and closing as he thought of what to say.

Then, he laughed.

An eruption of giggles escaped him as he stepped away, walking toward the giant rock and resting a hand on the hard surface, bent down as if his body were about to give out from how aggressive his laughing was.

It was super fucking annoying.

“Okay, cool,” you said, fighting back tears. “Glad you can find this traumatic moment in my life so fucking funny, Ed.”

He turned to you, smile dropping as he saw how visibly upset you were and ran back over. “No, it’s not that, Y/n. I’m not making fun of you at all, I swear!”

“Sure sounds like you are,” you mumbled.

A hand grabbed yours, thumb stroking your skin.

“I’m laughing because of how much of a fucking idiot this Keith guy is.”

You rolled your eyes. “Alright, I don’t think-”

“No, listen. There is absolutely no way someone as perfect and amazing and gorgeous as you could be a bad kisser.”

“Eddie, please, you don’t have to-”

Suddenly, a flashlight was falling to the ground as his hands cupped your face, and he was pulling your face until it was less than an inch from his.

A sharp intake of breath was all you could muster as your wide eyes stared into his.

“Let me put that ridiculous claim to rest once and for all, okay? And that dumb thing about there only being one person to ever be remotely into you.”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist. “You don’t have to do this to prove a point, Ed.”

He gave you a small, nervous smile, and rubbed his nose against yours and you let out a small gasp.

“Okay then. What if I just kinda want to kiss you?”

There were both a million and zero thoughts running through your mind, all of them racing toward the same conclusion.

“Only if you want to-”

His lips were on yours instantly. Soft, tentative, tasting slightly of oranges,

There definitely were no thoughts in your mind as Eddie kissed you. You were completely consumed by him.

He pulled away after a few seconds, eyelids heavy and a dreamy smile on his face, and you imagined you looked about the same.

“Let me guess,” you whispered, “You hated that just as much as I did.”

Eddie only giggled, and you nearly melted at the sound of it. “Wait,” he said, pulling closer. “I need to try at least one more time just to make sure.”

His lips pressed against your smile, which faded away as the intensity of the kiss came full force. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support as you completely lost yourself in Eddie, the two of you finally going down the dark and scary path you had both been too nervous to for years.

Yet here you were, finally, completely on the same page.

And just like that, Skull Rock had become your new favorite place.

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sserpente · 2 years

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A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, everyone! 🎃 Requests from two anons and @ophelialaufey. Couldn’t let you celebrate Halloween without another Eddie Imagine, now could I?

Words: 4357 Warnings: semi-public smut, consumption of drugs/smoking, bullying

Both Eddie and the Reader are over the age of 21 in my Imagines.

“Sorry, you can’t sit here.” The girl was anything but sorry, you could tell not only by her supercilious expression but also by the tone of her annoying voice. You rolled your eyes.

“I want to eat my lunch. This is a table. In the cafeteria. There’s an empty space… hence, I’m gonna sit here.”

“Yeah, well you’re not,” she retorted, and, as if to make a point, put her bag on the chair and shoved her empty tray over to the free space on the surface of the table. You blinked at her.

“I hate High School,” you murmured to yourself, turning on your heel. Lunch break was going to be over soon. If you didn’t find a place to sit now, you’d either be eating standing up or worse, in the toilets.

With a sigh, you strutted further into the hall and towards the windows, deciding to sit on the broad window sill instead. Most people around you either stared or acted like you were made of thin air, of course—the perks and the curse of being new to a school, especially in a small town.

You were about to set your tray down when you noticed a round and dark shadow growing quickly on the miserable pile of food on it. One more second passed and the tray was knocked from your hands with its contents spilling all over the cafeteria floor, the culprit a basketball that now bounced back into the air and against the wall until a student caught it.

With your lips parted, you wiped away the drops of pumpkin purée that had landed on your cheek and then glared at him. The dark-haired jock had the audacity to grin when his eyes met yours. Needless to say, the whole show had drawn an audience. You noticed someone in particular, a long-haired guy with a Dio shirt on the back of his jeans jacket sitting at the head of a table closest to where you had been meaning to settle down with your lunch on the window sill, watching the whole situation unfold with a curious brown gaze. You elected to ignore him.

“Oh! I’m soooo sorry!” the jock exclaimed. His friends snickered behind him. Judging by their green training suits with the orange tiger on them, they were without a doubt part of the basketball team. Your expression darkened. Of course. “It was an accident!”

The blonde guy right behind him smiled before you could throw curses at him. “You’re new here, right? Sorry… little… initiation ritual. I’m Jason.”

You ignored his feigned introduction. Instead, you picked up your juice which was the only thing that was still intact and calmly unscrewed the lid.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, really. Accidents can happen,” you said as innocently as you could muster and stepped closer to the guy with the basketball. His grin grew even wider but was quickly replaced by a shocked expression when you poured your juice all over his head until he looked like a wet poodle.

“Oh! Oops! I’m so sorry!” you copied him. “It was an accident!”

Once more, his friends snickered, Jason only raised his eyebrows. You opened your mouth again to embarrass him even more but that was when you were interrupted by a sharp voice behind you.

“What on Earth is going on here?” You turned, finding Ms. O’Donnells standing next to you with her arms akimbo.

“She… she poured her juice all over me!” the dark-haired jock immediately bellowed.

“Yeah, after you knocked my food out of my hands with your stupid basketball!”

“It was an accident!”

“Oh, please, you’re on the basketball team. You know how to fucking aim.”

“Watch your language, young lady.” O’Donnells said your last name with such despise in her voice that you rolled your eyes yet again. “We have rules in this school. Rules you too are inclined to obey.”

“Oh, and what about him? Are basketballs even allowed in the cafeteria?”

“Andy has stressed it was an accident. You had no business to lash out at him like that.”

“Oh, of course, the school bully is the teacher’s pet, how could it be any different?” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“That’s enough! I would give you detention but given that tomorrow is Saturday, you will instead join us at the annual charity event and hand out candy for children the whole day.”

“Excuse me?! Tomorrow is Halloween! I don’t have time for this shit!”

“You are excused,” she said, raising her eyebrows as if to dare you to talk back again. You growled when she strutted away and Andy gave you one final grin before walking off. His friends followed suit.

You contemplated grabbing that pumpkin purée on the floor and throwing it at him, already taking a few determined steps forward when a hand suddenly wrapped around your lower arm and pulled you close. It was the guy who had been watching, the long-haired one with the Dio shirt.

Fuck, his eyes were beautiful. Brown, like chocolate buttons. And his clothes… you’d bet all your money on the fact that he was playing in a band. The heavy metal kind. Hot.

“Don’t… don’t, she’s still watching. She’s just waiting for you to make another mistake, trust me.” He nodded towards O’Donnells who was indeed still leaning against a pillar, watching the area you were in like a hawk.

“That was quite the show you put up there,” he continued.

“Yeah, thanks. You can let go of me now.”

He opened his mouth to say something else once he did as he was told but you had already turned on your heel before he could utter another word. He had no business making you lose yourself in those brown eyes of his. Especially not with his friends sitting at the table with him watching you like you were the main attraction of the day.

Screw lunch. You’d eat at home.

With a sigh, you shut your copy of “Lord of the Rings” and threw it on the bed, admiring your costume in the mirror. It had taken you days to sew together Arwen’s costume. It would not have been for naught. You’d wear it anyways. Besides, how long could helping out at this charity event take in the first place? The kids would be tired and stuffed with sugar by five and you’d then still have more than enough time to go to that Halloween party in Starcourt Mall.

You took the bus to where the event would take place, not bothering to show up on time. You made an appearance ten minutes after you were supposed to be there, earning you a reproachful look by Ms. O’Donnells.

“You’ll be stationed at this table, handing out candy for the kids. One bar of each for every child. One and not more, yes?” She pointed at the table behind you that was decorated with plastic spiders, a few small pumpkins and orange and black confetti but, the most important thing, of course, were the bowls full of chocolate bars and other sweets.

“Yeah…”

“You were not supposed to be wearing a costume,” she then added.

“So? It’s Halloween. I won’t let it go to waste.”

“Whatever. Do your work. You can take a break at noon.” Finally, you turned around, not giving her the satisfaction of another annoyed comment—and halted. Right behind the table, there was someone there already. A certain someone with stunning brown eyes and long hair.

“You?”

“Happy Halloween!” He grinned.

“W-what are you wearing?” He looked like… like… oh my God. He looked like Aragorn. Evidently, when he realised what you were wearing, his expression fell. His mouth formed a perfect O as he took in your costume—including the elf ears you had crafted all by yourself.

You raised an eyebrow in an amused manner. Evidently, he liked it.

“I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself yesterday. I’m Eddie,” he said once he’d found his composure again.

You told him your name as you joined him behind the table and shook his hand. Oh, they were warm and soft, his fingers calloused…

“So… am I right if I assume that you’re dressed up as Arwen?”

“Am I right if I assume that you’re dressed up as Aragorn?” You shot back.

Eddie nodded with a grin. Fuck, you were not about to admit to yourself that the fact that he was a reader made him even more attractive.

“We… match then,” you said reluctantly, not long before the first kid excitedly ran up to you with its plastic pumpkin basket. You dropped some of the chocolate bars in it. One of each.

“Looks like it…” Your heart skipped a beat when he winked at you. Definitely in a band. Guitar player, probably.

“So how did you end up here then?” you asked, casually striking up a conversation—and trying to ignore how he was making your palms sweaty.

“Got in a bit of trouble during her class after lunch. She hates the guts out of me.”

“Ha… you do look like a troublemaker. Why did you even bother to show up?”

“I… really need to graduate this year, let’s put it this way.”

You frowned, handing out candy to yet another kid. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Right…”

“You should join the Hellfire Club.”

You blinked. “What? And what’s that?”

“D&D? You know? Dungeons and Dragons? Since you seem to like Lord of the Rings, you might enjoy it? Might wanna get to know some like-minded people since you’re new here, ya know…”

You smiled. He was the first person to actually be nice to you since your first day at High School.

“Thanks but I don’t think I’ll have time for that. I’ll be trying out for cheerleading soon,” you told him.

“Cheerleading? You don’t look like someone who would wanna become a cheerleader.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“And judging by your show in the cafeteria yesterday you don’t seem to like those basketball jocks a lot either. Why would you wanna cheer for them?”

“It’s not about them. I enjoy athletics. Yoga, gymnastics and all that shit. Cheerleading is the only school activity that will give me credits for college. A D&D club won’t do that. No offence.”

“Fair enough.” Eddie snatched a chocolate bar from the bowl and opened the wrapper before beginning to munch on it.

“Eddie! Those are for the kids! You’re gonna get me in even more trouble! I actually wanna go to that party tonight, you know.”

You tried to take it from him but, being a bit taller than you, he easily held it out of reach.

“What party? The one in Starcourt Mall?”

“Yes, that one…”

“We could go together. Everybody from school will be there too. You might wanna stay away from Carver and his friends. Last year they accused me of murder because of D&D.” His expression darkened a little, almost as if an almost forgotten but horrible memory came back to haunt him. He sounded concerned too. Almost as if he actually cared about you feeling comfortable at the party. Perhaps he did. Perhaps this young man was one of the few people in High School who were not complete and utter arseholes.

“If we ever make it, that is.”

“Listen, she can’t keep us here longer than six. Pretty sure that’s illegal.”

You laughed. “You don’t look like someone who cares about what’s legal.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie grinned. You handed two chocolate bars to another kid and then turned to him.

“Yeah. Let me guess. Judging by the clothes you wore to school yesterday, and your hair, of course, you listen to the heavy shit. Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Metallica and all that. You probably play in a band… lead guitar or bass guitar, one of the two. Clearly, you’re a teacher’s favourite,” you added sarcastically, “…and quite obviously, you’re a total nerd. You rebel against anything that’s normal and boring. Am I right?”

Eddie’s grin grew even wider. Almost a little embarrassed, he used his hair as a curtain to hide his face. “Am I that easy to see through?”

“Pretty much. I’ve been to many High Schools, had to start my last year over a few times. My parents move around a lot. Trust me… I know all the different types of students.” You shot him a glare when he ate yet another chocolate bar.

“What about you then?” He asked.

“What about me?”

“You’re a riddle.”

“All elves are.”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

“I like all kinds of music. Metallica has a few great hits, actually. But I also listen to Bowie and Madonna and The Who and so on… I don’t have a preference. I read a lot. Fantasy and thrillers mostly, and as you can clearly see, I like to dress up as fictional characters… and I’m usually the outsider at school because there’s never enough time to make friends.”

“We can be friends. I’m an outsider too. I’m known as the Freak around here. I claimed that trademark already though, sorry.”

“You’re owning it,” you stated the obvious.

Eddie shrugged. “High School will be over one day.” He paused, playing around with the empty chocolate bar wrapper in his hands. “You’re… uh, you look really beautiful, by the way.” A smile grew on your lips, followed by another skipped heartbeat. God damn it. Why did he have to be so cute?

Ten minutes after twelve—almost as if O’Donnells wanted to get revenge for you having been late, the hag finally dismissed you for fifteen minutes to take a break. Your feet already hurt from standing around so much and Eddie, bless his poor sugar-starved soul, had stolen at least a dozen chocolate bars and hidden them in his black metal lunchbox despite your ongoing protests.

But when he opened it in front of you to unpack his actual lunch—oh well, a handful of nuts, raisins and M&Ms—you spotted the transparent bags filled with suspicious green stuff.

“Are you serious? You have drugs on you?” you asked him quietly.

“Yeah…?” Hesitantly, he took a step back, probably expecting you to lash out at him and run.

“Exciting.”

“Wait, really?”

“Not healthy, necessarily… but exciting. I’ve never been high.”

Eddie grinned again—this time so confidently that you felt heat pooling in your core and between your legs.

“I can change that.” He leaned in closer. So close that you could feel his warm breath on your lips. Oh, fuck. Dangerous territory. Dangerous, dangerous territory.

“I’ll tell you what… at the party later… we find ourselves a quiet spot and then catch a buzz? All free, since it’s your first time?”

“Oh, fuck me, you’re dealing?” You grinned. “This is either my lucky day or I’ve just gotten myself in some serious trouble.”

“More serious than pouring juice over a basketball player’s head?” He asked.

You grinned. “Oh, way more than that.”

You had a crush. You were certain of that by the time six pm finally rolled around. Eddie had indeed been right—the hated teacher could not keep you at the charity event any longer than that and the cute metalhead had offered to drive you to the party. You had agreed—and proceeded to meet his friends, most of which were part of his band or the Hellfire Club, before doing exactly what he’d promised you’d do. You were getting high.

Soon, the main purpose of the party was completely forgotten and you became completely enamoured by the freak of Hawkins High. Eddie was absolutely everything you’d wish for a man to be—funny, kind, thoughtful, a little goofy but serious in the right moments… handsome, passionate and ambitious… You weren’t sure whether it was the weed but the urge to kiss him senseless grew by the minute.

“Okay, wait… you seriously met Metallica?”

Eddie grinned proudly. “I wasn’t supposed to be backstage, mind you. I just… happened to be.”

“Right! You sneaked in!”

“I totally did. They were nice though. Asked about my band when I told them, signed my record… it took the security a while to get me away from them, we got along brilliantly, let me tell you.”

You laughed. “Oh, I can see it coming! The posters will be everywhere!” You drew a poster into the air. “Metallica—big world tour 1988—support: Corroded Coffin!”

“That’d be a fucking dream, sweetheart.”

“Keep trying. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“The world could quite literally explode?”

“Okay, you’re way too high for pep talk.” Eddie grinned. “I’m nowhere near as high as you, sweetheart.”

“You know… when you go on tour, you’re gonna need fans though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…” You inched closer to him. “You’re gonna need groupies too so all the girls will want you and buy more records.”

Eddie’s hand came up to stroke your cheek, making you shiver. Hidden on this bench behind a massive bush in a dark corner, you were hidden from unwanted eyes entirely.

“What if I don’t want a groupie but… a supportive girlfriend cheering for me? I mean… Every Aragorn needs his Awren, no?”

So god damn cute! Adorable! Caring! Sweet! Handsome! Hot! Oh, fuck, that weed was getting to you. But did it matter? Fuck no. You leaned forward, taking the initiative from him and pressing your lips against his, testing the waters.

You practically melted against him when he wrapped his arms around you. “But is a mortal adventurer such as myself worthy of such beauty? Am I worthy of the attention of an elf-maiden such as yourself?” He whispered out of breath when you pulled away for a moment to meet his brown gaze. You gave him a sly grin.

“I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone,” you whispered against his lips, quoting a line directly from the book. Eddie moaned. Oh fuck, you had not expected that sound to turn you on so much… or the very fact that pretending to be in character just a little turned him on so much, turned you both on so much.

Heavens, you didn’t even know why you were about to have sex with a guy you’d only just met but here you were now, allowing Eddie to slide his palms under your dress and up your thighs. You leaned back slightly so he came to rest on top of you, his lips never leaving yours. There was no doubt he’d had sex before—he must have had countless opportunities at gigs and concerts. His hands, at least, knew exactly how to tease, knead and play with your breasts to get you excited and your nipples hard.

“You’re not wearing a bra, are ya?” He grinned, pulling away and leaving you with swollen lips.

“The costume’s too tight. There was no space for a bra between the fabric and me.” You winked at him.

“Oh, what a naughty elf-maiden you are…”

“You… do have a condom on you, right?”

“’Course I do.” Of course he did. A guy like Eddie definitely had condoms. You giggled like a little girl. The way he’d said it though was downright adorable.

Eagerly, he grabbed a fistful of your dress and shoved it up, revealing your white knickers to him. His smile was both mischievous and sweet at the same time when he hooked his index finger under the seam and tucked them down, revealing your cunt to him.

You bit your lower lip, taking a quick peek around. “You are sure no one can see us here, right?”

“Absolutely sure. This spot is invisible. I sell drugs around here a lot.”

“Oh, well then…” You remarked sarcastically, albeit grinning in the process. “Go on. Undress your fair elf-maiden before she changes her mind.”

“You think she will? I’ve travelled too far to let her slip through my fingers now.” You could tell he was a D&D player. He sounded almost poetic as Aragorn. Better than the book. Oh, sweet mercy…

Once Eddie had freed you from your knickers, he let them disappear in his back pocket with an innocent expression on his face. Only a moment later he was hovering above you again, this time impatiently fumbling with his trousers. You could see the bulge growing between his legs, and felt a hot surge of arousal tumble through you, ending straight between your own legs where, with every passing second, wetness was pooling. The last time you had been this enamoured by the mere presence of a guy you had been watching Labyrinth with David Bowie.

But Eddie wasn’t in a movie. Eddie was real—even more so when he finally pulled his erection free, his red tip glistening with precum. You longed to sit up, kneel before him and have a taste… maybe another time. This moment was for hot and quick Halloween sex dressed up as your favourite characters.

Even watching him roll the condom over himself had you pulse, the urge to press your thighs together for some relief growing with every heartbeat. Eventually, Eddie leaned forward again and positioned himself between your legs which you spread even further to invite him in. He admired your glistening pussy for a moment before guiding his member to your entrance, carefully pushing in as if he was afraid to hurt you. Then… inch by agonising inch… he sank himself inside of you and then stilled for a few breaths to let you adjust to his size.

“You’re not a virgin though, right?”

“A little too late to ask me that, don’t ya think?”

“Yeah… probably.” He chuckled a little. “I’d immediately take this somewhere more romantic if you were though.”

“Romantic’s for next time. I’m not a virgin. Move, Eddie!” you insisted impatiently, bucking your hips to emphasise your words. He moaned a little, doing as he was told. His thrusts were slow at first when you wrapped your legs around his hips and dug your heels into his buttocks but soon grew more erratic when he captured your lips in another passionate kiss. With teeth and tongue, your mouths fought a fiery battle, fighting for dominance in an utter frenzy.

Then, with a start, you felt one of his hands sneak down to where your bodies were united to seek out the very spot that would bring you pleasure beyond measure.

Oh shit… He really did know what he was doing. Pushing the thought of the women he’d done this with before aside stubbornly, you threw your head back to catch your breath, allowing Eddie to attack your throat instead and cover it in wet kisses. All too soon, he picked a spot to suck on, making you whine from the sweet pain it caused all the while his fingers played your clit like his freaking guitar.

He scooped up just enough of your slick in between his thrusts to lubricate the sensitive bundle of nerves before pampering it with an almost sensual massage. And although his fingers were moving fast, he was applying just enough pressure to make you moan his name. When his index and middle finger began moving up and down, gently flicking the hood of your clit, you were practically singing, a familiar, warm knot forming in your lower stomach.

“Oh, fuck! Yes, don’t stop that! Keep doing that!” Thank God the party was so loud. With the hot beats of the music in the background and the cheerful chattering and celebrating of the crowd, your words were swallowed. You almost grinned when Eddie didn’t pick up the pace (except for his eager thrusts that was) or change the rhythm. A guy who fucking listened… oh… shit…

You moaned loudly when you came, your walls gripping Eddie’s cock tightly and convulsing repeatedly, your orgasm rippling through you like a blissful hurricane. You could tell he was trying to hold out longer once you came down from your high, his skilled and calloused fingers helping you ride out your climax until you were all but spent on that hard wooden bench. Fuck, that was hot and considerate and cute.

“Don’t hold back, for Fuck’s sake. Cum!”

“Are… you sure?” He choked out.

“Yes. Cum now, then you’ll recover quicker and be ready for round two sooner,” you told him with a wink. That did it for him. Eddie’s eyes fell shut, his lips parting when his own release washed over him. You could feel his member jerking inside you as he spilled himself into the condom and then, after a few more lazy thrusts, he stilled.

It took you both all of your willpower to get up and let go of one another, and for Eddie to get rid of the used condom in the bin right next to the bench. He almost missed when he threw it. In the meantime, you crawled on his lap, your dress hiding both your exposed genitals.

“That… was fun,” he announced out of breath, locking his brown eyes with yours. You chuckled.

“Yeah. You’re the first guy who’s managed to make me cum, do you know that?”

“Seriously? I’m flattered, sweetheart.”

“Well, you know what they say.”

“What?”

“Guitar players do it faster.”

Eddie laughed out loud. “I guess that’s true. My fingers do move very fast, huh?”

You snuggled up closer to him, breathing in his scent. Whatever he used on his hair smelled absolutely bewitching. A few moments of silence followed, peaceful and appreciative of what just happened between you.

“Hey, uh… I guess we kinda did this the wrong way around. I got a gig coming up next week. Wanna come?”

“As in… a date? You bet. You need fans, remember?”

Eddie grinned like a boy whose parents had sat him in front of a sparkling Christmas tree for the first time.

Well… perhaps Hawkins High wasn’t so bad after all if you got to spend your time with him. At this pace, Eddie Munson was going to be your boyfriend before the end of the term.

A/N: You’ll find me in a vampire pizza bar in Camden tonight, dressed up as Eddie tonight! Muahaha. Happy Halloween!

Also, my first novel is coming out! FINALLY! Check out my pinned post on my blog for more details! ♥

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the birth of a son - short story

oh my god i forgot to post this here. anyway this is the short story i wrote recently about my boy eden <3 this is a lil thing all about the first time he summons/creates his homunculus, eddie!

eddie is a physical manifestation of part of eden's soul, in the form of a little imp with sharp lil teeth. he's cute <3

this is based in the original campaign eden was created for and specifically mentions the other players towards the end!

anyway. uh. i feel a bit awkward tagging the whole art taglist for this one oops, so i'm just gonna tag some folks i think would be interested :'> (no pressure to any of you to read this <3) (if you'd rather i not tag you in stuff like this, pls let me know!)

@skitzo-kero @anexor @moonflowerrss @paradoxspir1t @albatris @invaderskoodge @vacantgodling @jezifster @kk7-rbs @corvus-rose

After slipping away from the rest of his ragtag little group at breakfast, it takes Eden around twenty minutes of searching before he finds a spot in the fairgrounds to practice his magic.

He’d thought it would be easier, but it seems that everywhere he turns, someone on the staff is there, taking up valuable space while they mingle and chatter. They all seem nice enough, sure, but the consistent lack of privacy has Eden’s skin prickling with unease.

Of course, in the back of Eden’s mind, he knows he hasn’t had true privacy in some time now. Perhaps he never will again.

(He absently flexes the fingers of his right hand at the thought, feeling white-hot sparks of energy crackle between them.)

But now is not the time to dwell on that.

Soon enough, Eden finds a place to hide, a small nook behind one of the larger tents. Separated from the outside by a thin, beaded curtain, it’s hardly much at first glance: just a low bench with red cushions, a single table, and a lantern bathing the space in a warm, flickering light.

This must be a place for performers to wait for their turn to go onstage. It’s decently comfortable-looking, after all, and just out of sight. Or perhaps it’s somewhere for crew members to take a break, sipping a drink away from the hot sun. Maybe it’s-

He’s getting off-track. Who fucking cares what it’s normally used for? It’ll do for his purposes, and that’s what matters.

Eden lets the curtain fall closed behind him and takes a seat on the bench, ignoring the twinge of pain in his knees as he sinks down. The cushion is thick and comfortable, sinking only slightly under his weight as he gets settled. It almost makes him uneasy for reasons he doesn’t know how to articulate, but he chooses to put that out of his mind. That’s not important.

What’s important is the gem hidden in his pocket, a glimmering black opal. It’s small, only a little bigger than a marble, but it’s worth more than its weight in gold. If he were so inclined, he could sell this marble and, presumably, live comfortably for decades to come.

(At least, that was what that ringmaster fuck had told him when Eden had explained what he needs for this spell. He isn’t sure how much he trusts that fucking freak’s assurances on anything, but that’s not the point. Like the room and the strangely disquieting bench, the marble will work for what Eden needs.)

Eden takes the marble out, staring down at it as he rubs it lightly with one clawed finger. At first glance, the gem’s surface is smooth and inky black, but as he stares closer he sees flecks of other colors hidden in the darkness. Shining yellows, vibrant greens, burning reds, icy blues, and dozens more all swirling together. It’s beautiful, Eden supposes, but he’s never been a particularly good judge of that sort of thing. It almost reminds him of-

The thought dies a swift death before it can finish forming. He needs to stop stalling and letting his mind wander. He has work to do.

With that in mind, Eden holds up the opal, allowing it to catch the light from the lantern, and closes his eyes. Then, in a low voice, he begins to speak, the long-forgotten words falling off his tongue with practiced ease.

“Ex hac gemmā, nāscere, homuncule.”

As he speaks, he feels the gem grow warm between his fingers, vibrating as each word washes over it. All at once, the air in the alcove seems to warm by several degrees, the air around Eden’s head swirling and churning with potential. Eden’s breath slows, and he opens his hand, allowing the opal to float slowly upward. He says the words again.

“Ex hac gemmā, nāscere, homuncule.”

There’s a loud crackle in the air, deafening in the otherwise silent space, and something deep inside Eden’s chest aches. His heart is pounding behind his ribs, a trapped bird desperately trying to escape its cage, and for one brief, hysterical moment, he fears it’s going to burst. But rather than frighten him, the knowledge only sends a thrill through him. And he says the words again, one more time.

“Ex hac gemmā, nāscere, homuncule!”

As he says the words one final time, his eyes fly open, glowing white, and watches as the gem pops. He feels a burst of agonizing, searing pain in his gut, strong enough to make him double over and bite back a shout, as the opal shatters in a shower of white and gold sparks. The flame in the lantern snuffs itself out, plunging the little nook in darkness, and all at once the air is still, silent, and cold.

Eden lets out a shaky breath. The pain is beginning to fade, but he rubs his abdomen for a moment nonetheless. It’s never hurt that much to perform this spell before, but he chalks that up to how long it’s been. After all, he last summoned the creature when he was still in university, finishing his doctorate.

“Doc?”

Eden lifts his head, eyes wide as he stares at the little creature sitting on the table before him. It’s small, just enough to fit in the palm of his hand, and looking up at him with its head tilted to the side. He can’t discern its features in the darkness, though, and that just won’t do. Almost unconsciously, Eden lifts a hand and snaps his fingers at the lantern, willing it to light again as he casts produce flame. It does so with a flash of gold, and once again the room is bathed in low, warm light. Despite that, it feels strangely cold.

He hardly notices, though, instead turning his attention to fully regard the creature looking up at him--his homunculus.

The homunculus looks different from how he remembers him, but at first it takes a moment for Eden to figure out what’s wrong. He looks mostly the same. Small, bipedal, with hind legs like a rat. Two nubby horns. Pointed ears. Mop of curly golden hair, hanging just past his tiny shoulders. Bat-like wings, connected to his forelimbs the same way. Sharp claws. Round, humanoid facial features. Short tail. Fluffy-

It’s then that it strikes Eden what’s wrong. The homunculus is covered in a fine layer of lavender fur, only broken up by patches of scales on his face and legs. That’s new.

The homunculus blinks at him, then smirks wryly as he tilts his head to the other side, like a puppy. “What’s wrong, Doc?” he asks, his voice just as high-pitched as Eden remembers. “You forget how to talk?”

He’s just as rude as Eden remembers, at least, and the realization is such a relief that he laughs, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“No,” he says, “I was just making sure you didn’t come out dangerously deformed this time. You’re no use to me if you die after five minutes.” The homunculus scoffs, offended.

“I’ll have you know, any problems in my physical form are your fault, as the alchemist in this situation,” he says matter-of-factly. “You should know that, Doc. That’s the first thing they teach you at that stupid magic college. Or did you lose your fuckin’ brain cells when you graduated?”

“I can send you right back,” Eden reminds him, reaching out to flick the little creature. “Don’t sass me, brat.” It’s an empty threat, and it seems they both know it, if the way the homunculus’ eyes light up are any indication.

“Yes, yes, go ahead!” he squeaks, flapping his wings as he swats at Eden’s hand. He seems to be balancing well, not swaying even slightly as he bats at Eden. “Waste the precious resources you used to summon me!” Eden reaches around to poke at the homunculus’ back, grinning at the indignant squeal he receives in response.

“Motor skills look good so far,” Eden hums thoughtfully. “And, clearly, not existing for 634 years hasn’t done anything to your cognitive ability.”

“Why would it have?” the homunculus drawls. “You look like you’re doing fine.” If he’s surprised to hear how long it’s been since he was last summoned, it doesn’t show on his face.

“Fair point,” Eden agrees. He knows the homunculus is created from the essence of his very soul, so perhaps it isn’t too surprising that the little freak is doing just fine. After all, occasional aches and pains aside, Eden’s been remarkably unaffected by his own resurrection. Though… if the creature came from his soul, is that why it’s covered in fur this time?

Perhaps the curse has more of a grip on me than I thought.

It’s a disquieting realization, but Eden puts it to the side for now. He has more pressing concerns, like catching up with the homunculus.

“Things have changed since you were last here,” he begins, reaching out one hand. The homunculus has the audacity to look offended, rolling his eyes as he climbs onto Eden’s outstretched palm.

“No shit,” he says. “For one thing, you look--and smell--a lot more like a corpse than usual. When’s the last time you took a shower?” Despite his grumbling, the homunculus gladly clambers up Eden’s arm, digging in his tiny claws to keep his balance, before settling on the tiefling’s shoulder. “And when’s the last time you got a good night’s sleep?”

“Fuck you, I’m perfectly fine.” Eden flicks the creature’s nose, smiling as the homunculus nips his fingers in response. The creature’s teeth are sharp, but far too small to cause any more pain than a slight prickling sensation. It reminds Eden of a teething puppy.

“Anyway,” Eden continues, “that’s not the point. I’ve been… traveling, let’s say, so you’re gonna have to get used to that while you’re sticking around.” He can’t imagine that’s going to be a problem--the homunculus is a notoriously adaptable creature. Really, all the creature needs is food to eat, a place to sleep, the chance to relieve himself on occasion, and the presence of his creator.

“Eh,” the homunculus says, “that’s okay. Didn’t think you were the adventuring type, but whatever.” He’s making himself comfortable on Eden’s shoulder, curling his tail around himself. “That why you smell bad?”

“I don’t smell bad,” Eden says. He moves on before the creature can protest, shifting his stature automatically to account for the additional weight on his shoulder. His joints ache at the movement, but he ignores them. “Anyway, I’ve also been doing a lot of fighting. There’s a lot of things that want me dead, turns out, and we both know that you aren’t built to handle a situation like that.”

“I could be,” the homunculus offers. “I could bite the shit out of someone. I could kill them. I could disembowel them with my powerful fangs-”

“You couldn’t bite through the skin of an apple without help,” Eden tells him. “Stop lying.” In response, the homunculus bites his neck, only serving to prove Eden’s point as the action prompts nothing more than a snort. “You’re not helping your case here.”

“I hate you,” the homunculus grumbles. “You’re the meanest alchemist alive, Doc.” He settles down on Eden’s shoulder, curling up like a little kitten. “You’re so mean to me, your only son.”

“That I am,” Eden agrees, ignoring the way something in his chest flutters at the homunculus referring to himself as Eden’s son. He’ll have to remind him not to do that. “Anyway, we’ll have to figure out a plan to keep you out of the fray the next time a fight happens, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” The homunculus hums in agreement. It seems the creature’s initial burst of energy is waning, and now it seems to be growing tired.

“Anything else, Doc?” the homunculus asks. “Or can I take a nap? Being born is very tiring, you know.” Eden hesitates briefly before he answers.

“Well,” he says, “I’m traveling with some new… friends. I should give you a primer on them before you meet them, so you don’t embarrass both of us.” The homunculus lifts his head to shoot Eden a dirty glare. Before the creature can protest, though, Eden continues. “Look, I can already tell some of them are going to adore you, you annoying shithead, but the other ones would probably gladly swat you like a fly if you get too close.” At that, the homunculus’ eyes widen in unease.

“You have bad taste in friends, if they’d kill a piece of you that quickly,” the homunculus tells him gravely. It’s Eden’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Stop being dramatic,” he warns the creature. “I just mean that you’re an annoying little gnat. If any of them wanted to smack you for it, I probably wouldn’t be able to stop them.” That doesn’t seem to offer the creature any comfort, but he nods.

“Okay,” the homunculus says. “Alright. Tell me about them. I need to know which ones to avoid.”

And so he does. He starts from the beginning, telling the homunculus about each new ally in order of meeting them.

Pevier, the gentle aasimar. Naive at times, sometimes frustratingly so, but full of a genuine desire to help and do good that Eden can’t help but admire. At times, Eden believes Pevier doesn’t deserve to be here, but he supposes that just speaks to the cruelty of the world they’re in. It may be impossible to do forever, considering the threats they face, but Eden wants to protect that naivete, if he can.

Hyndrol, the sharp-witted elf. Clever and quick on her feet and with her words, trading barbs with Eden with an ease that makes him feel remarkably at home just as much as it drives him up the wall. He can tell she has her secrets, but he can’t exactly begrudge her that, all things considered (after all, they’re all hiding one thing or another). She’s loyal to the end when it matters, for better or for worse, and he respects that.

Barley, the cursed tabaxi. Unlike anything Eden has ever seen in his life, with a charming smile and a ferocity boiling just beneath the surface that has him deeply curious. Eden genuinely cares about what Barley thinks of him, much more than he has with anyone in a long time, and the realization makes him deeply uncomfortable. He can’t quite escape the feeling that he’s not measuring up, no matter how hard he tries.

Strata, the powerful dragonborn. Tall and brutal, overwhelming in her strength and awe-inspiring to see in action, and remarkably intimidating even when relaxed. Eden normally wouldn’t put much thought into the feelings of someone he’s known for such a short amount of time, but he can only imagine how strange this all is for her, a literal fish out of water in a world that thinks her kind is extinct. He admires her strength, physically and otherwise, but he’s sure the feeling isn’t mutual. No matter. As long as Strata stays with the group, Eden can accept her disdain.

And, finally, James, the mysterious elf, the newcomer. Dark and intriguing, cloaked in shadow despite his generally friendly demeanor. Eden still isn’t completely sure what possessed him to approach the stranger with the offer of joining them at the circus, aside from sheer impulsiveness and a need for someone to want him around, but here he is nonetheless. He seems decent enough, but… well. Time will tell how poor that decision turns out to be, Eden supposes, but if nothing else, he seems like a good ally for now.

Predictably, most of the nuances of Eden’s relationships with his new friends go over the homunculus’ head. All the creature cares about, of course, is how easily he’ll be able to convince each of them to pat his head and give him apple slices.

“You’ll get to meet them soon enough,” Eden sighs. Absently, he lifts one hand to stroke the creature’s back, smiling despite himself at the ragged little purr he receives in response. “And you can get started on your diabolical scheming to kill me in my sleep and take my place.”

“Sounds like a plan!” the homunculus chirps, nuzzling his hand. “Give it a week! They’ll like me better in no time.” He then yawns. “But… wanna sleep right now. We can meet ‘em later.” He closes his eyes, making himself cozy, and then reconsiders after a moment, opening one eye to look at Eden curiously. “... No. Sleep now. Then food. Then friends. I haven’t eaten in 600 years.”

“You haven’t existed in 600 years,” Eden points out. “You haven’t had a stomach to feed.” The only response he receives is a quiet little snore, and he huffs a sigh, rolling his eyes fondly. Still, he settles back into the bench, letting the creature snooze on his shoulder.

He can find everyone again later. For now, he can just enjoy some peace and quiet with his creation.

#multi makes text posts #Multi's Writing #eden linnaeus #doesn't use eddie's name in here but trust me. that's who this is. lil guy of all time

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tabletopbrainrot · 6 months

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Haven't posted in a while, but feel like rambling

Lancer: ???

Nothing to report, DM's been busy so we're still in a dark maintenance shaft about to get jumped by IPSN Special Forces

D&D: Sunday

I feel like I've mentioned some of this but we've been stumbling around some half forgotten cave network trying to get to the Underdark to try and reestablish communication between a Dwarven Hold under siege, and a Drow City they used to be on good terms with. Turns out the Drow are also kinda under siege from what is basically The Silence (yes British scifi fans those guys) so we've been doing the Adventurer thing of trying to shift local politics and gain favor to make the Drow less.... Prickly let's say prickly that's probably a safer way to put it.

In the process we've been on the hunt for a missing person, met my younger doppelganger and his harem, and his army that plans to unite the Drow under a single banner go to war with the surface and darken the sun, and stumbled upon a multi million year old temple to a universal karmic force that is a prison for a star/God eating GOO and went along with our wizard's doppelganger's plan to recharge the prison keeping the GOO weakened.

Now that we're up to speed, it turns out that the reason my Doppelganger gave up the prisoner so easy was that the person was already converted to the cause, and was going back to try and build support within the city itself, our Patron* wants to solidify her power block by having us go find some missing jewels used to power an ancient forge, I had a chat with Lolth who wanted me to go straighten out the local church/cult in her name. Which I was tempted to do anyway which lead to a fun conversation between two people that barely understand religion trying to meet a middle ground that makes everyone happy including a God and local politicians (who were totally ready to crush the church/cult for being too over zealous to please Lolth).

I also left my Barovian Vampire GF in charge of keeping tabs on the insurgent cult of my Doppelganger in the city while we're gone, this won't have negative repercussions because I didn't specify non-lethal methods of handling things if they start moving..... Oops/s

Also during the wrap-up in the city before going artifact hunting our Shadow Monk split the party and had to fight his Doppelganger, who might actually be a more terrifying war criminal than he is because he barely made it back with any HP left...

Also we stumbled across a version of Blackrazor, it's kinda a dick(Threw me across a room for being too lawful apparently, which is hilarious because I'm about as lawful as Eddie and Chavo Guerrero). The hunt for the forge crystals continues this coming Sunday.

DnD: Tuesday

That whole thing with the Illithid Roman empire? Resolved, we took the capital and killed the Senate while Julius took care of other political rivals off screen. Had a big fight with a GIANT half dead brain(Romulus and Remus), had a long rest but were down a player so the DM kinda bottle episoded us.

The session started with us getting vaporized and waking up in a sci-fi prison cell, after a few minutes of trying to brute force our way out and discovering just how depowered we were in this strange place we're following vague clues and running from something called a Lesser Inevitability, that the prison set loose after us for breaking out of high security lock up. Turns out we're on the moon(the real one not the fake moon hiding behind this one) and the entity giving us directions? The Sun, which is apparently a entity that exists to monitor the progress of our world and report any changes that need to be made to the AO3 writers guild that monitors the universe.

So while holding off the Lesser Inevitability we poke around the computers in this place, get some information on Solomon turns out he was the last person that this place took care of before they pulled everyone out and left the Suns as the sol(heh heh) moderator for this location. We also reported a hag that's been a thorn in our side for hacking writers guild system, so she's locked out of her fate changing bullshit which will make dealing with her much easier.

The session ends with us fighting our way to a legally distinct Stargate and teleporting back to the Capital for a long rest, after which we're gonna have to make a decision on what our next set of goals are. It's looking like the plan is try to and remove the stick out of Morgana's ass by filling the void left by having her emotions ripped out by stealing the emotions from an undead doppelganger of her that the sorcerer accidentally wished into existence with a loosely interpreted "I wish Morgana was dead" wish she got after helping kill a star creature. But first we gotta learn how they removed her emotions in the first place, then we gotta do it to a dracolich... Also gotta find Morgana again and hope she didn't do anything unwise with a sword that severs concepts after her freak out during an intervention her son hosted.

Isn't tabletop fun?

As always, if anyone for some reason reads this and wants more information ask away.

#lancer rpg #lancer ttrpg #dnd 5e #dnd #5e #rambling to the void #Barovia continues to have repercussions #leaving a vampire to monitor a insurgent cult that wants to darken the sun can't go wrong #we did it we can finally stop thinking about Rome #DnD Canon? I hardly know it #been so long since I posted I don't recall what I've actually talked about

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Right Person, Wrong Timing

It's You And Me, Always: Part 8

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

It’s You and Me, Always [Masterlist]

Summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since elementary school and you both assumed that friendship was all you were destined for. However, when you both experience Chrissy’s supernatural death, you are pulled into the secrets beneath Hawkins and find that your feelings for eachother aren’t what they seem.

Warnings: swearing, some fluff cause I was feeling nice, mentions of death

Word Count: 2k

[A/N: noooo, i didn't forget about this fic, you did. but pls accept this as some kind of apology oops]

<- Part 7: The Creels

Right Person, Wrong Timing

I’m related to Vecna. I’m a Creel.

I’m related to Vecna.

Your body flooded with anxiety, hands shaking uncontrollably. You were related to the monster that lived beneath Hawkins, the nightmare that murders.

“Y/n?”

You hear Eddie’s voice call out to you, but you don’t move. Instead, you sit in silence and will the tears to stop.

Once you had left the room, Eddie wasted no time in springing up from his seat. The others had told him to stay, not to go after you and claimed you needed space. But that’s the thing; they didn’t know you. He has been your best friend since the beginning of high school. They only met you a few days ago. Eddie would have known better than to spring that kind of information on you, let alone allow you to deal with it by yourself. They’ve never sat through one of your panic attacks.

“Y/n!” He tries again, louder this time.

He runs around the other side of the trailer, heart skipping a beat when he sees you sat there, head against your knees, breathing heavily.

“Hey, hey.” Eddie crouches beside you, reaching to clasp one of your hands in his. “One breath at a time.”

You take in shaky breaths, eyes shut. It had been a while since your last panic attack, the familiar crush of stress against your chest bringing back all the unpleasant memories. Ones that Eddie has been through with you. He was always there for you.

One last breath and your heartbeat calms a little more than it was. Bringing your tear stained face up to find his, you let out a shaky laugh.

“So… turns out my last vision was just a family reunion.”

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. “That’s not funny.”

“Then why are you laughing?” You smile, resting your forehead against his. “This is so messed up.”

“I wish I could tell you it wasn’t.” Eddie replies, making you laugh sadly. “But I can tell you that you’re not alone. Okay? I’m here.”

You pull away, staring at his doe eyes, wondering how you got so lucky. “I’m glad I have you.”

He grins, winking. “I am a total catch.”

“Ugh.” You joke, playfully shoving him away from you. “Way to ruin the moment.”

Eddie laughs, a genuine smile on his face that he never feels until he’s with you. You are everything to him. The only person he’s ever going to want to see every single day for the rest of his life. Why didn’t he have the guts to just admit it?

“Hey, uh, Eddie?” You avoid his eyes, making him frown. “Can I ask a favour?”

“Yeah, of course.” He quickly shuffles closer to you, eyes trying to find yours.

You swallow a sickly feeling, “If I, um… If I die-”

“No.” Eddie instantly shakes his head, hands halting your words, “No, Y/n, no.”

“Eddie, please-”

“You are not going to die!” Eddie insists, standing up, “There is no chance I’m gonna let that-”

You scramble to your feet, trying to explain yourself. “Eds, we know it’s a possibility-”

“It’s not happening! I won’t let you die, Y/n!”

“You can’t save me, okay? This curse, this whole thing, we need to be prepared for the worst!” You become exasperated, wondering why he won’t listen.

“No, Jesus. I’m not even discussing this with you!” Eddie throws his hands up, walking away.

You follow, determined to finish the conversation. “Why not? Huh, Eddie? Why won’t you-”

“Because I love you!” Eddie practically yells and you halt your movements completely, eyes wide.

Eddie’s mouth snaps shut, freezing with his back turned to you. He had no idea why he blurted that out in a moment like this. Shit shit shit shit.

“I, um, I-” Eddie stuttered, shaking his head so fast his hair bounced wildly as he avoided your eyes, “I, yeah, I can explain that- Is it getting hot outside? I feel like it’s pretty humid, or something, you know? That's not- there's a whole reason, but I- ‘Cause my brain- no, listen, I-”

Every thought turned to dust as soon as your lips crashed into his.

Through all of Eddie’s rambling and, well, total meltdown, your brain was running a hundred miles per hour to even comprehend what just happened. Eddie Munson, your best friend, the boy you’ve been in love with since sophomore year. Hell, you loved that boy so much, you failed your exams twice just to stay by his side in Hawkins. And now, he was stood in front of you, mumbling about weather after confessing his love. You weren’t letting the opportunity go to waste.

His lips were surprisingly soft, a tenderness to them as the shock subdued and his hand wove behind your neck, pulling you closer. It was rhythmic, the way your lips danced with eachother, the butterfly feelings turning your anxiety to hope.

You were the first to pull away, much to Eddie’s dismay but his heart was still reeling from the fact that you had just kissed him.

“Uh…” Eddie tried to find words, his body frozen in time. Did that just happen?

“I-” You began, heart still racing, when another figure ran out from the other side of the trailer, panting.

“Guys!” Dustin calls out and you step away from eachother, ignoring the yearning feeling. “We… shit.”

He held out his hand, catching his breath, and Eddie raises an eyebrow at you, earning a confused shrug in return. When Dustin finally straightens back up, his gaze flickers between you both.

“Any chance you know where we can get a shit ton of weapons?” He questions and a sly smile lifts onto Eddie’s face, nodding.

You roll your eyes with a smile. “Let me guess… War Zone?”

“War Zone!” He agreed, grinning and you shake your head.

To War Zone it is.

Eddie stole an RV.

Which, weirdly enough, was the most normal thing that had happened this whole time you’ve been on the run with your best friend. Or, boyfriend? To your dismay, you hadn’t really had enough time to talk about it before commandeering an RV and high-tailing it to the War Zone so you could go and kill a monster.

That, and dealing with the haunting knowledge of being related to said monster.

“Okay, we grab what we need and get out. No window shopping or whatever.” Steve instructs to everyone. Dustin nods, springing out of his seat and heading to the door before his older friend tugs him back by his collar.

“Hey!” He protests, but Steve sits him back down.

“Sorry, man. It’s too risky.” He explains, but the curly-haired boy just pouts.

“Anyone a part of Hellfire Club has to stay out of sight, okay?” Nancy shrugs, looking to Lucas, “You two stay here with Eddie and Y/n, and we’ll try and be back as quickly as we can. There’s no reason for this to be difficult.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” Eddie salutes, leaning back in his seat. “Hellfire will hold down the fort.”

“Thanks.” Nancy sighs, nodding to the others, “Okay, let’s go.”

They start piling out of the RV, sending sympathetic smiles, and heading towards the building without you.

“This sucks.” Dustin groans, sliding down his seat so head ended up resting on his chest.

“A little offended you don’t wanna spend time with us.” You joked and he straightens back up, flashing you a smile.

“Any moment with you is a pleasure.” He announces and you raise your eyebrows, smiling at Eddie who kicked the boy from under the table.

“Okay, lay off, dude.” He dismisses, noticing the laughter you were trying to hold back while Dustin narrows his eyes.

“What? She’s awesome!” He says and Eddie knows he’s just trying to rile him up, test the waters.

“I know.” Eddie grits his teeth and the boys stare eachother down for a few seconds.

“Oh-kay.” You interrupt, leaning forward, “This is getting weird. I’m gonna talk to Lucas.”

You give them once last look before joining the other boy in the back, greeting eachother with a smile and falling into easy conversation. Eddie always admired how great you were with other people. You were shy, absolutely, but there was always some kind of override inside of you that helped you in conversation. Ever since Eddie started the Hellfire Club, you had been there by his side and aided him in gaining members. Without you, Eddie wasn’t sure he’d even have a Hellfire Club.

“You guys totally made out.” Dustin comments and Eddie’s head snaps towards the boy, eyes wide. A grin spreads across his friend’s face. “I knew it!”

“Shh!” Eddie insists, leaning forward while glancing over at you, too deep in conversation to notice, “Jesus Christ.”

“Okay, sorry.” Dustin surrenders, lowering his voice to a whisper, “So…”

Eddie raises his brow and waves his hand out in confusion. “So?”

The younger boy sends him a look before sighing in exasperation. “Are you two together now or what? Cause it’s been a long time coming, I’ll tell you that.”

“I-” Eddie looks to where you are sat, leant back against the cushion behind you, nodding along to Lucas’ story with a smile. “I don’t know.”

“Oh.” Dustin frowns. “You don’t want to be together?”

“No! Yes, I- It’s complicated.” Eddie stammers out, resting his head in his hands, staring at the table, “We didn’t talk about it after.”

“Why not?”

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe something to do with Vecna on the loose killing teens and the fact everyone in this town wants me dead?” Eddie stresses and Dustin tightens his lips.

“Yeah, I can see how that would be a romance bummer.” He nods before glancing over his shoulder, watching as you and Lucas attempt to create some sort of handshake. “But if there’s any time to know how you really feel about eachother, it’s now. We don’t know what’s going to happen next. We’re all living on borrowed time.”

Eddie didn’t take his words lightly, running a hand down his face. He was right. He was careful not to be specific, but Eddie knew he was talking about you, about the little time you may or may not have left. Vecna was breathing down your neck, and he could attack at any moment.

Clearing his throat, Eddie stands from the table and attempts to open his mouth to call out for you. But the sounds of yelling caught his attention, everyone’s heads snapping towards the window to catch a sight of what the ruckus was.

“Holy shit.” Dustin breathes, surrounded by wide eyes as you all saw the same thing.

The basketball team had arrived at the store, jumping out and passing around a photo, most likely of Eddie, making your breaths hitch.

“Get away from the window.” You pull Eddie away, snapping the curtains shut and turning around to face them all. “Okay, so… that’s not good.”

“They don’t know we’re here, though.” Lucas says, glancing at worried expressions, “Right?”

“Yeah.” You nod swiftly, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I’m sure…”

Your words trail off and Eddie frowns, stepping towards you with a tentative reach for your arm. Once he made contact, you meet his eyes and shake your head.

“Uh… right, yeah, sorry. We’ll be fine.” You dismiss, heading to the back of the RV just as the door swings open, bags of weapons being thrown at Eddie.

“We need to go, right now.” Steve expresses, jumping into the driver’s seat just as Max shuts the door behind her, slipping into a seat.

You were pulling away from the War Zone in record time, surely to do with Jason and his teammates. As Eddie set down the items chucked at him, his worried eyes catch sight of you sat at the back, head rested on your chin while you stare out the back window.

Taking deep breaths, you shake off the sick feeling in your stomach, the shake of your hands.

You all had a mission now. Take care of Vecna before he took care of you and Max.

No one needed to know you had seen your dead parents staring back at you in the reflection of the window, the dreaded grandfather clock chiming in the back of your mind.

Part 9: The Battle Begins ->

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