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synopsis: when the weather reported that it was going to be in the 90s you never could have predicted just how insufferable that would feel.. especially not while you were stuck inside your best friends stuffy trailer.
warnings: drug use, cocky eddie, fingering, m & f orgasm, light choking if you squint, reader has a thing for his rings, light daddy kink.. eddie humping the bed-
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pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader
synopsis: Eddie Munson sneaking into your bedroom to find you jamming out to some Abba!
warnings: none! Just Eddie being Eddie and some fluff.
synopsis: Still grieving the death of your boyfriend you never truly expected to see him again, however sometimes fate has other things in store...
warnings: rated fucking R. Beating the minors off with a fucking stick because this is not for the faint of heart. Oviposition [egg laying], monster demobat Eddie, heavy angst, descriptions of death, blood drinking, etc.
synopsis: Eddie's been having a hard time sleeping, and when Steve gets a distressed call from Max over the walkie talkie he decides to go check on him.
warnings: some Steddie angst and fluff, mentions of death, overdosing, and gore. Drug use, Eddie reliving his near-death trauma cause he's totally fine and alive and everything is fine.
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this one does contain spoilers for s4 part two so if you haven't seen that I suggest watching it before you read this.
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pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington
synopsis: "Somehow Eddie returned" [it's a star wars reference].
warnings: alcohol abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms, Steve being miserable.
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synopsis: "Somehow Eddie returned" [it's a star wars reference].
warnings: alcohol abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms, Steve being miserable.
word count: 5651
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When the sky went dark and ash fell from the clouds above Steve Harrington knew things wouldn't be the same. When they'd entered the Upside Down and attempted to fight off the things that went bump in the night he knew somehow, call it a sixth sense, that things were going to shift. He knew the world was going to tilt on its axis though whether that would be for good or bad he couldn't say, that was until the darker half of Hawkins began to bleed into their current reality. It started small after the earthquake- such as the occasional red strike of lightning through the sky during a storm or that first initial instance of cold ash falling to blanket Hawkins in dusty gray. Other than that things seemed relatively normal, or as normal as they could be. As much as he himself tried to ignore it, fend off the feelings of guilt and fear, his world had tilted on its own axis as well. After the death of Eddie Munson he wasn't the same, nobody was for that matter. He and Robin continued to go to work with Keith at Family Video, the media shifted it's blame onto Jason Carver after it was revealed how he'd chased down an innocent man- which was really the only positive thing that had come of all this, and the kids all eventually went back to school now that things were deemed safe. Their close knit relationship due to the shared trauma both strengthened and began to fall apart at the seams.. mainly on the end of one Dustin Henderson. Steve couldn't blame him, hell if he lost his best friend he'd probably react much the same. Dustin had taken over the un-appointed leader role in Hellfire, Steve knew he wasn't trying to replace Eddie and that he was coping the only way he realistically knew how... but the issue was- well Dustin and Steve weren't on speaking terms. It had been weeks and while Steve tried to apologize, tried to help, Dustin didn't want to hear it. That night in the Upside Down had been brutal on them all, Dustin had to watch his best friend die- and Steve had to set his feelings aside and play mediator yet again. He dragged Dustin away from Eddie Munson's mangled corpse.
He could still recall so vividly the way he looked. Eyes wide and unblinking, lifeless and empty. Hair matted and stuck to his face, caked with grime and dirt. Blood soaked clothes, open wounds still oozing and angry- his Hellfire shirt a tattered mess. Dustin had pulled him up onto his lap, cradling him and sobbing- begging him to wake up and shaking him as if that would bring the other man back but Steve knew better. Steve had to pry him away. Steve had to hoist Dustin over his shoulder when the younger boy tried to scramble right back to Eddie's side. Steve had to carry him up through the portal in the trailer. Steve had to sit him down on the mattress in the real world and tell him Eddie was gone, that he wasn't coming back and watch as the sheer horror and realization sink in. Steve had to hold back his own emotions, his own feelings of guilt clawing at his chest while bile rose in the back of his throat because if he'd just stayed behind maybe things would be different. He had to watch over the course of four days as Dustin's sadness turned to rage, had to sit and watch silently as Dustin shut him out- his last words hitting the nail on the head and solidifying Steve's guilt.
"If you would've been there, Eddie would still be HERE- Steve. Fuck you."
That was the first time Steve had heard Dustin Henderson swear. Sure the kid dropped the occasional 'bullshit' or 'shit' on him and was always reprimanded for it but this time Steve had let it slide. He let Dustin swear and point fingers and place blame because deep down he knew the kid was right. If he had been there.. maybe things would be different. Everyone grieved in their own ways, and Steve threw himself into work. He picked up extra shifts so he'd have to spend less time in an empty house, his parents had decided to extend their โbusiness tripโ in New York leaving Steve in an empty home for an undisclosed amount of time. They could be gone days, weeks, months, and while he didn't mind them being gone- he didn't want to be left in an empty house with only his own thoughts to keep him company. Steve Harrington went to work by day, and at night he found solace and comfort at the bottom of a bottle of whiskey. He drank most nights, but even the sweet embrace of a good buzz couldn't always keep his thoughts at bay. Sometimes his mind would wander, wander to what could have been if he would've said screw it and stayed behind- or if the party would have never separated at all. Would Eddie slot so effortlessly into his life just as Robin had? He could have gotten the man a job at Family Video, could've spent more time with him- and Robin of course him and Robin. Sometimes when he drank these ideas came to fruition in his dreams, taunting him and fueling his survivors guilt when he woke up the next day. It bothered him how quickly everyone aside from the party seemed to move on, Eddie hadn't had that big of an impact on their lives so he couldn't blame them for losing interest when his name was cleared and he was pronounced missing but it still hurt. It hurt that nobody cared that he was gone, meanwhile Steve drank himself silly and vented his emotions to the man's jacket that maintained a permanent residence on the chair in the corner of his room. Everyone grieves differently, and for Steve that involved cradling a jacket and sobbing while apology after apology tumbled from his lips like a mantra- sometimes he'd fall asleep with that jacket still clutched to his chest.. sometimes he'd fall asleep knelt at the base of the chair it always sat on, cheek resting on the plush cushion like a pillow.
He'd woken up, unsurprisingly, on the floor. His knees were cramped and sore from kneeling on his carpet all night, cheek pressed to the now warm fabric of that denim number- emptied bottle of jack sat at his side. With a groan he sat back, rubbing the indent of Eddie's iron maiden patch against his cheek in an attempt to soothe the angry red skin as he glanced over at the clock. One in the afternoon, the glowing numbers of his analog clock mocked him- he'd slept through half the day. Like every day he went through the motions- brushing his teeth, taking a hot shower that lasted a good hour because he tended to stand in there for prolonged amounts of time just staring at the wall, get dressed, attempt to do his hair, make coffee: black with one scoop of sugar, pound a Tylenol or aspirin- whichever he saw on the counter first, head out the door to pick up Robin for their shift.ย
"You look like shit Steve."ย
No 'good afternoon', no 'hey how was your night'- just 'you look like shit Steve' as if he wasn't already acutely aware of how awful he looked. There was still a round indent in his cheek from having fallen asleep on top of Eddie's denim jacket, his hair hadn't wanted to behave and he'd given up trying to get it to coif like it usually did so it sat entirely deflated, and there were thick puffy bags under his eyes.. all this being on top of the throbbing headache he was doing his best to power through. So yeah, yeah he knew he looked like shit but when he turned his head to quip back he was met with concerned eyes and an arched brow. With a sort of defeated sigh and a hand running uselessly though his hair he just fixed her with a soft smile and a shrug that was meant to be reassuring combined with his pathetic little excuse of "Im fine Robs, just slept a little rough is all." It was obvious she didn't buy it, but he was thankful she didn't press him for more information as they pulled into the parking lot five minutes past two- five minutes late for their shift. Things between Steve and Robin hadn't changed too much- they were still thick as thieves and closer than ever, though Robin had lost just a little bit of her spark since the incidents in the Upside Down. She was a little less energetic, tended to ramble just a bit less, and they fell into comfortable silence during their shifts more often than they used to. Today was no different, settling into their routine at work- Robin managing the counter while Steve walked around the aisles and put movies back. It was nice, quiet but not in the uncomfortable or unwelcome way- and they had little to no customers throughout their entire shift. On their drive home Robin had gone on a tangent about how weird it was that Steve hadn't tried hitting on a single girl since they started working again- going so far as to press the back of her hand to his forehead when she stepped out of the car and he'd actually laughed for the first time in days. He didn't want to go home.
8:30pm- Following his usual routine he kicked his shoes off at the door, not bothering to put them on the shoe rack as he made his way into the kitchen to retrieve a six pack of beer. He sat on his bedroom floor, back propped against the bed as he cracked one open and stared at his usual company for the night: Eddie's Jacket. "Hey man, how was your day?... Mine was alright, Robin made fun of me for not knowing who Marty McFly is... someone also returned Re-Animator finally, dunno if you've seen it but it seems like something you'd be into." Slowly he raised the can, taking a long hard swig as he just stared at the faded and worn out denim. It looked just the same as it did the night that Eddie had thrown it at him, still spattered with his own blood from his run in with the demobats. With half the can chugged down he set it between his feet, propping his elbows up on his knees as he cocked his head to the side. "Dustin hasn't spoken to me in a few weeks.. but I think he's doing alright from what Mike has told me. He's in charge of Hellfire now, you'd be proud of him.. he's just like you. He misses you, we all miss you....I miss you. I know we didn't really know each other, it's probably weird that I'm sitting here talking to your goddamn jacket, probably weird that I still have it, but I fuckin miss you Munson.. maybe not as much as Henderson does- but I miss you." and it was true, he did miss Eddie. He missed the moments in between the chaos, the times where they all laughed because of something Eddie said or did. He missed the way his eyes lit up when he got really excited over something, was it strange that he noticed these sorts of things? Steve didn't think so, he was an observant man- to an extent. He could appreciate the beauty in another person without it being romantic, he did it with Robin- the pair were platonic with a capital P and yet he found things he enjoyed about her as well. He enjoyed the way she rambled, how Eddie rambled when he was nervous. It was endearing, but platonic with a capital P just as his feelings towards Robin were.
10:39am- He didn't remember finishing that pack of beer but the empty carton was sat on his floor still and at some point he'd dragged himself up onto the bed with Eddie's jacket wrapped around him like a security blanket. For the first time since returning from the Upside Down he'd slept through the entire night without a spot of night terrors or nightmares plaguing him. He woke up with a mild headache from all the beer but he felt well rested, deciding to skip this morning's cup of coffee in favor of a tall glass of water before again going through the motions of getting ready for work. Shower, brush teeth, fiddle with hair until it looks decent for once, add a few things to the grocery list, get dressed, head out the door- in that order. It was a muggy summer afternoon but despite this he left the house with a bounce to his step, settling into his car and drumming his fingers against the steering wheel the entire ride to the Buckley household. There was no concern for him this time when Robin hopped into the car, the pair making idle conversation that consisted of Robin going on about how she had plans with Nancy which earned a raised brow before the girl went into a spiral promising that it was purely platonic "With a capital P! She's still with Johnathan-". Steve had gotten a word out here and there, letting the other ramble on about how excited she was to actually go and do something.. Steve wished he was so lucky but he had a routine- and if he wasn't home on time who would talk to Eddie? No that wasn't right.. Eddie's jacket, not Eddie. Eddie was gone. This shift went by considerably faster, maybe due to having gotten enough sleep- or maybe because Robin kept him from looking at the clock every five minutes by forcing him to play checkers with her in between customers... either way when the sun began to set and the clock read 7pm he was excited to close up and head home for the day.
9:03pm- Steve had arrived home later than intended, having stopped at the store on his way home to pick up a few necessities since his parents still hadnโt returned and someone had to keep the house in a livable condition. Toilet paper, bread, frozen pizzas, batteries for the tv remote, and of course a new bottle of Jack. Breaking routine a bit he kicked his shoes off in the comfort of his own bedroom, bottle of jack in hand as he brought it up with him after unpacking the rest of the groceries. He twisted the cap off as he carefully kicked both shoes away from the door, glancing over at his chair expecting to be met with the sight of Eddie's jacket only it wasn't there. His hands rattled, nearly dropping the bottle as his eyes darted around the room- panic clawing its way up his throat and chilling him to his very core until his gaze landed on the familiar worn denim sitting on his bed still crumpled from when he'd slipped out of it before work. "Jesus- sorry I'm late Munson... I uh- needed more whiskey." Everybody grieved differently. Dustin had busied himself with Hellfire club, Mike had begun planning a new campaign for Dustin, Robin had begun spending her free time with Nancy, and Steve spoke to a piece of fabric. He supposed it made him a little strange, treating an article of clothing as if it were a living breathing human being wasn't exactly normal but it helped him in a weird way. If he could treat this jacket the way he'd treat Eddie.. maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to forgive himself one day. He didn't bother getting dressed again after his uniform hit the floor and he was left standing next to his bed clad in a pair of boxer briefs, nor did he hesitate to slide that jacket back over his shoulders as he leaned back against the headboard of his bed.
1:54am- Dreams weren't something Steve had too often, unless you counted the nightmares he had on an almost weekly basis ever since Barb had 'drowned in his pool' some years ago. He had a few recurring nightmares about the things that went bump in the night- getting eaten alive by demobats being the new one that he found almost ironic since.. well.. that's how Eddie had gone. His own near-death experience at the hands of those winged devils was enough to give him a lasting fear, seeing Eddie's mangled body had solidified that fear for him. Steve wasn't a dreamer usually, but what constitutes as a dream? Well, a dream is a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind while they're asleep. Most people think of dreams being good, positive, often enjoyable or mildly confusing things that once awake can just vaguely be remembered or in most cases are forgotten entirely seconds after waking up. Nightmares were the negative dreams- scary and unpredictable.. they could rear their ugly heads at any given time and turn a good dream over on its ass. What Steve experienced was neither good nor bad.
Out of body experiences were always something Steve assumed to be a myth, some made up thing you only heard about in movies about magic- not that he enjoyed that sort of thing but heโd been making his way through Eddieโs extensive collection of fantasy films on his days off. When drifting off to sleep it was a sinking sort of feeling despite still being propped upright against the wooden headboard. It was like some invisible force was pulling him down.. downโฆ down into the plush depths of his mattress and into total darkness before he snapped back up like the ricochet of a rubber band pulled taut and then released. All of a sudden he was in Eddieโs trailer, in his room that heโd seen just in passing during their brief time inside.. and there, sat on the couch, was Eddie. His jaw was slacked, eyes dull and lifeless and yet Steve found himself reaching out for the other but before he could touch the man heโd turned to smoke and vanished. Steveโs legs were welded to the spot, he couldnโt move as he sank into the carpet like quicksand- dropping down deeper until he was engulfed in darkness once more only to emerge on the other side spat out like a hiccup into the Upside Down. His back hit the carpet, eyes wide and alert and as he sat up he came face to face with Eddie again- only he looked like himself.. like not a thing had happened to him. He didn't open his mouth, didnโt move or blink, he just stared Steve down with wide panicked eyes as a slowed rendition of Trapped Under Ice by Metallica played slowed down and distorted through the alternate version of Eddieโs living room.
No release from my cryonic state
What is this, I've been stricken by fate?
Wrapped up tight, cannot move can't break free
Hand of doom has a tight grip on me
Freezing, can't move at all
Screaming, can't hear my call
I, I'm dying to live
Cry out
I'm trapped under ice
Those lyrics, just those lines, played on repeat like a mantra as Eddie stared at Steve- looked directly into his soul. They sat like that for what could have been minutes, hours, days- Steve wasnโt sure, time in the Upside Down had always been a little wonky and he supposed that went for the dreamt up version of it as wellโฆ. assuming this really was a dream. With motions quick as lightning Eddieโs hands shot forwards, gripping each side of Steveโs face as tears as black as night welled up and slid down his cheeks thick as molasses. His jaw twitched, popping open just a fraction as Steve watched on in shock.
โRUN!โ
8:30am- Birds chirped just outside the clear glass of Steveโs window as he shot up in bed, eyes wide and chest heaving as heโd been forced out of his dream by the blaring of his alarm clock. He didnโt know how to feel about the things heโd seen, didnโt know how to process seeing Eddie so clearly.. so vividly as if the man were actually there. He could still feel the chilled press of clammy hands against his cheeks, still feel the frantic tremble in those limbs as heโd shouted at him without even moving his mouth. Normally he wouldโve called Robin to ask but her shift started later than his- so he instead busied himself with getting ready for the few hours heโd be spending with the man.. The myth.. The legend- Keith himself.
10:00am- Steve had walked into work right on time, an exceedingly rare occurrence as of late but Keith didnโt seem to mind either way. Without Robin there to keep him company and keep his mind occupied the first few hours of his shift were absolute hell on earth, the worst form of torture known to mankind! It was, in short, boring. To give Keith some credit he wasnโt all bad, sure the guy was weird and had a knack for taking things way too seriously but he wasnโt terrible in any way shape or form. 10am until 1pm- exactly three hours were spent in the other manโs company and god was he happy to see that familiar head of messy chestnut hair when Robin finally strode through the big glass doors. He didnโt bother idle chit chat, didnโt bother avoiding the topic of his dream- he needed advice and who better to give it to him than his best friend and platonic soulmate Robin Buckley?
โSo- Eddie grabbed your faceโฆ told you to runโฆ and then you woke up?โ
Steve nodded profusely, hand instinctively raising to fix his hair- smooth it back out as he cleared his throat. โYeah, I mean he looked scaredโฆ and I think I shouldโve been scared too Robs but I wasnโt. It was really weird.โ Maybe he was insane, maybe heโd missed the other man far more than heโd initially thought or maybe he was just going off the deep end and the dream meant absolutely nothing but it didnโt feel like it was nothing. It didnโt feel empty and it didn't feel pointless. Robin had always been good at deciphering these things, had always been good at reading between the lines and seeing the deeper meaning within and as he watched her nod along heโd held out a little bit of hope that sheโd be able to tell him something about his dream.
โSteveโฆ are you getting enough sleep? Are you drinking again? Look at me-โ
And that was it. Disappointed wasnโt quite the word for what Steve felt, betrayed maybe? For the first time in their friendship he and Robin werenโt on the same page, not even remotely although she was pinning him yet again with that knowing look of concern that he didnโt quite understand. With a sigh he slouched back against the wall behind the counter they occupied, arms crossing over his chest as he shook his head and did his best to smile though the light behind his eyes had gone out and suddenly he wanted the floor to swallow him up. He didnโt usually take dreams seriously, usually didnโt think they would or could have any lasting impact but this oneโฆ he couldnโt put his finger on why exactly but it had felt so real, like Eddie had genuinely been warning him of something. โIโm fine Robs, seriously- Iโm fine. Just a wild dream thatโs all.โ
The rest of their shift went on in relative silence, Steve didnโt feel like talking after that and Robin didnโt force him to socialize. He was hurt, but he couldnโt expect her to understand how real it had felt, like Eddie really was reaching out to him somehowโฆ she wasnโt there, so of course she didnโt understand. It was a quick close when the sun set, and after dropping Robs off at home Steve returned to his own empty estate. He slid his shoes off at the door, setting them on the shoe rack on his way to the kitchen where he could see the flashing green light of the phone signaling there was a voicemail waiting for him. He pressed the little ivory button, one hand on his hip as he listened to the recording.
โSteven? Honey? Are you there? Pick up the phone please.โ It was his mother, he could hear his father in the background cut in with a โElaine heโs probably at work, hurry up we have dinner reservations at-โ before a soft intake of air from his mother as she covered the receiver so it didnโt pick up whatever muffled and brief conversation they were having.
โSteven weโve decided to extend our stay here just a little bit longer, now I know you have a job but we sent you a check in the mail. That should be enough to cover groceries and-โ
โElaine. Dinner reservations.โ
โSorry sweetie Iโve gotta go. Kisses!โ and then the line cut and the voicemail ended.
That was the first Steve had heard from his parents in a little under a month, theyโd left right after the earthquake hit- didnโt even tell him. No warning, no invitation- he just woke up to a note and some cash on the kitchen counter. He could only scoff, fists clenching at his sides for a moment before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. There was no use getting mad, he knew this would happen. It always did. He left the phone then, spinning on his heel and entering the kitchen. Immediately he headed for the fridge, yanking it open to pull a six pack out. That was left in the living room, Steve making his way upstairs to change into a pair of pajamas and he had been on his way back out when he paused in the doorway. He glanced over his shoulder, gaze drifting down to the denim sitting neatly this time on his side of the bed. โShit, sorry Munson- you wanna watch a movie?โ He didn't even hesitate, entering the room again to pick up the battle jacket and shrug it over his shoulders. It was still a little small on his larger frame though with the weight heโd been losing he didnโt doubt it would fit perfectly in a couple months time. Itโs weight on his shoulders was comforting as he made his way back downstairs, setting up shop on the couch to watch The Hobbit. It was one of the movies Eddie had owned, one he watched frequently despite not really understanding anything going on in the animated film.
2:30am- Steve jolted awake, startled by the sudden ringing of his landline. Heโd fallen asleep on the couch, the sixth and final beer still clutched in his hand half drank. Rubbing sleep from his eyes he set the bottle down, wobbling as he stood up- feet dragging against the hardwood floor on his way into the hallway where the phone sat on the wall. With a groan he picked it up- putting it to his ear to mumble a โI swear to god Robin do you have any idea-โ
He could hear breathing on the other line. It sounded labored and choppy, as if every inhale was effort- as if it was painful to breathe. For a moment he just sat there, listening to that sound and processing it- one glance over at the caller ID told him it definitely wasnโt Robin. The display itself was flashing on and off, the numbers scrambling themselves like static though every few seconds they would solidify into a readable number and when he finally saw the name displayed his jaw went slack.
M-u-n-s-o-n.
โHello? Who the fuck is this? This shit isnโt funny-โ Steve was cut off by the sound of a choked out sob from the other line before the other personโs breath cut short and a sort of gurgling began. It was low at first, escalating in volume quickly as it was accompanied by coughs and grunts as well as that same labored breathing as if the person was choking on liquid. Water? It sounded thicker, rougher, like something was coagulating and getting caught in someone's throat. Blood.
โEddie?โ he was met with radio silence aside from the continued gurgling though it slowly faded out, the labored breathing however- that remained.
โSte-โ
The line cut out entirely and Steve stood there listening to the dial tone for a long while before hanging up. Frantically he pressed the call back button though when selecting the number to call back- Eddieโs wasnโt there. In the list of recent callers there was his Mother, Robin, and Family Video. No Eddie, or Munson, or anything to confirm that had been him or that the call had even happened in the first place. His head hurt, throbbed as he stumbled back over to the couch to sit down. Had he imagined all of that? There was no way that was actually Eddie either way, heโd seen the guy's corpse. Heโd seen the state he was in, there was no coming back from that- there was no coming back from death. Sleep didnโt come easily after that, Steve laid awake on the couch staring up at the ceiling as his thoughts raced. When sleep finally did take him again, heโd clutched a pillow to his chest- needing something to hold onto as he drifted off.
11:32am- His body ached from sleeping in a twisted position curled up on the couch, sitting up slowly and setting the pillow that heโd been cuddling beside him. It was odd having a day off, even more odd knowing that Robin had to be stuck at work without him. Steve had a routine for his days off- specifically for the days where he couldnโt invite Robin over to watch movies but before he even started he needed a drink. His first initial instinct when walking into the kitchen was to reach for the beer- having to pause and remind himself that it was far too early for that before he shut the door and instead poured himself a tall glass of ice water. Now- normally heโd go visit Robin and hang around Family Video to keep her company and keep her from murdering Keith with her bare hands but it was a little too early for that. So instead he made his way back into the living room, picking the tv remote up off the coffee table to turn on the news.
โI'm standing in front of the once abandoned Munson trailer-โ
Everything fell on deaf ears from that point on as Steveโs vision blurred at the edges, focusing entirely on the familiar mop of brown hair in the background of the scene. He was inside the back of his van next to Wayne- the much older man cradling none other than Eddie Munson. Eddie who had died in Dustinโs arms. Eddie who theyโd left behind in the Upside Down. Eddie who had a healthy glow to his skin as he glanced up at the camera and Steve was rooted to the spot. Eddie was staring at him, through the tv and directly at him and it sent a violent shiver down his spine- fear and elation coexisting as he stared right back. His hands rattled as he watched the slowly forming smile stretch Eddieโs features, dropping the glass cup as it shook straight out of his grip to shatter on the floor. There was something unsettling about that stare, that smile, like it was fully directed at him and only him as if Eddie knew he was watching but he didnโt have the facilities to delve too deep into thatโฆ he was too elated that Eddie was apparently alive and well.
The loud ring of his phone cut through the still muffled and almost muted voices of the news reporter as he continued to speak but Steve was still frozen in place staring straight ahead unwilling to break eye contact because somewhere in the back of his mind he was afraid to look away, afraid that if he did the other man would vanish like this was all just some twisted trick- a hallucination of his broken and fragile mind. Despite being ignored the phone continued to ring until the answering machine clicked on and Dustinโs voice cut through.
โSteve? Steve I know you're there man please tell me youโre watching the news right now? Are you watching the news? Iโm coming over-โ
As the phone cut out he released a shaky breath he hadnโt realized heโd been holding, one equally shaky hand moving to run fingers through locks of brown hair before gripping onto it gently. He took a step back, then another, and on the third his calves hit the couch and he collapsed onto it. The reporter approached Eddie and Wayne, uttering something that again fell on deaf ears before holding the microphone out towards Eddie who leaned in slightly to speak as the camera zoomed in on him.
โI donโt have much to say, just happy to be back.โ
Steve watched, couldn't tear his gaze away as he studied Eddieโs features through the tv screen as he smiled again. He noted the light dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose, a scar just above his right eyebrow, the subtle flush in the apples of his cheeks before his gaze dropped down to Eddieโs lips and stayed thereโฆ had Eddieโs teeth always looked so sharp?
Authors Notes: this will be updated at my leisure but I've got multiple chapters planned already, I hope you enjoy it! This is posted on my AO3 as well at welcome_to_hellfire
synopsis: Eddie is a little bit touch starved and decides to take care of it- pure smut. Could be thinking about the reader, could be thinking about Harrington, I've left that up to your imagination.
warnings: pure smut 18+ only, beating the minors off with a bloodied crowbar. cum-eating, masturbation, bit of swearing, needy Eddie, implied drug use.
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Calloused fingers brushed against the band of his boxers, chest pressed deep into the mattress as he arched his back and spread his legs. He couldn't help himself when thoughts arose, thoughts of palms smoothing over the front of his trousers and wet sloppy kisses beneath the dimmed lights in his room. He couldn't get their late night escapades out of his hand, memories playing on repeat in the dark every time he closed his eyes. Two fingers dipped just below the elastic, pulling it down just enough to slip his other hand inside. Ring-clad fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, shuddering at the cold press of metal as he lined himself up so that the band of his boxers held his cock in place.
One could call it a nightly routine at this point, or daily.. sometimes hourly if he had the trailer to himself and more often than not he did. Smoking beforehand seemed to heighten the euphoria and so he had long before added that to his little routine. Slowly he lowered his hips, thighs spreading wide until his groin was pressed flush against the soft mattress as well. Of course it didn't beat the feeling of hands in his hair, teeth clamping down on his shoulder to leave marks that would last for days, or the feeling of grinding against another body until that euphoric release washed over the pair but a mattress would simply have to do.
His hips bucked and rolled pulling a shaky moan from Eddie that tapered off into a high whine. Another roll of his hips had him panting out against the dirty sheets that still held an all too familiar scent if he breathed in deep enough. He didn't pause long enough to feel any ounce of shame or embarrassment as he pressed his face deeper into the sheets and inhaled again. Didn't pause long enough to cringe at the fact that he was getting off to the smell of another like some sex-crazed teenager. No.. he was too desperate for that familiar touch that the mere memory had his cock twitching and leaking in the confines of his boxers as the roll of his hips turned into heavy deep grinding motions fucking himself into the mattress until his eyes began to roll back and a series of breathy whispered obscenities spilled forth.
"Oh fuck- fuck yeah, right there. Oh my god, oh my fucking God! F~fuck!"
He whined out, words muffled as the mattress swallowed them whole. He was already so close, close enough to taste pure bliss on the tip of his tongue. His movements became hasty and desperate, his rhythm faltering as he inched closer and closer to the edge. "So fuckin close baby please-" one hand slid down, snaking its way into his boxers as he did his best to picture someone else touching him just the way he liked. His wrist twisted, hips now bucking against his hand as he fucked into it faster and faster. His toes curled, images of a tongue lolling out to kitten lick the head of his cock flashed behind his still closed eyes had him hurtling towards his orgasm. His breath hitched, sputtering and choking on his saliva as he rhasped out an "oh FUCK!" as he twitched once, twice, and a third time in his hand before cum spattered against the inside of his boxers. His orgasm hit hard, lasting a few breathless seconds as he jerked the last few droplets of cum from himself before pulling his soiled hand from his equally soiled boxers. In somewhat of a daze he raised his head, still blissed out as glossy eyes stared at the mess on his hand. Before he could stop to think he was raising his digits to his mouth, a soft breathy moan escaping as the somewhat sweet taste hit his tongue. Again his hips surged forwards of their own accord, cock stirring in the wet confines of his trousers as he licked his own hand clean in an erotic display for nobody but himself.
As his breathing evened, and he began to calm down he came to a startling realization.. he wasn't satiated.. and he was painfully hard once more.... at least Wayne wouldn't be home for a few more hours, time for round two.
I fully plan on turning this into a full series fic, so please I'f you're going to write this crossover could you give proper credits for the idea? Killer Klowns and Stranger Things are two of my favorite franchises so it only makes sense for me to write this crossover ficโก
all i want is a stranger things reboot where everything is exactly the same except david harbour plays eleven and hopper, joe keery wears his djo wig at all times, joe quinn switches his american & british accents between scenes and nobody acknowledges it and every time someone says something dumb gaten looks straight at the camera in complete silence like he's on the office. is this too much to ask for?
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